Bone Island Jiu Jitsu

I spent most of Sunday searching the city for Miami Hurricanes apparel. I like the U and figured I was in the right place to score some cheap gear. But the ‘Canes haven’t been very good lately and the department stores were mostly carrying Florida and Florida State stuff. ( I hate FL St.)
I went all over, even the U of M campus, and couldn’t anything good at a reasonable price. I gave up after a while and wasted the rest of the day on the internet.
On Monday, I decided to check out the Florida Keys.

Key West is the last island on a chain of islands (keys) that hangs off the tip of Florida. I’d seen this image before and always wanted to drive down that road.
It took about three hours for me to drive all the way to the end of Highway 1. It was late afternoon and I had no hope of making it back to the city for a practice, so I wandered around and observed the tourist trap at the west end of the island. I tried key lime pie. It was good but not amazing. I also saw a bar that Hemingway apparently frequented although I’m sure it’s no longer like it was when he was there.

It occurred to me that there might actually be a gym out here. The city of Key West was decent sized and some of thee tourists probly trained. I googled it and sure enough, there was a Relson Gracie affiliate nearby.
My white gi’s were dirty and I believe Relson schools only wear white, so I called to check. The owner of the school answered and informed that it was no gi that evening. Problem solved.
So at 6pm I found the gym, located between a scooter shop and a bar.
The head coach Eddy ran the class. He put us through some regular warmup drills, then showed us a duck under (gif), followed by an arm drag (gif), then a double leg off of an arm drag.
After that, Eddy showed a basic kick back pass. He stuck with basics because most of the guys were new.

After about 30 minutes of drilling we rolled a few six minute rounds. I went with Eddy first. He was about 200 lbs and pretty rough. I managed to avoid being submitted but I didn’t get any offense going.
I did the next few rounds with novice guys. I tried to move around a lot and make it fun.
I got a round later with a guy with some experience. He went into bottom half guard again and again and each time back stepped and passed to side control. He began blocking my back step and trying to take my back, so I tried using some wrestling switch-type maneuvers to turn back into him. They worked, but only because he was unfamiliar with them. I thought about it afterwards and realized that trying this had gotten me stuck in crucifixes in the past. I decided that I need to abandon this idea- it will only lead to failure against good competition.

I ended the night with one more round with Eddy. It was the same story, but he caught me in a heel hook this time. I didn’t know they were in play, but that probly wouldn’t have changed the outcome.

I drove back to Miami in the dark. It was extra black out on the water and I could see the stars clearly.
At Key Largo, the road was blocked off by police who were attending to what looked like a fatal accident. I followed some local cars onto side streets which got me around the wreck and I continued back to the mainland.

It would have been worth the drive without the training, but I’m glad I got some anyway. That must be the southern most gym in America.


Fight Sports

I made my way into the heart of Miami on Friday. The first thing I did was go to Little Havana and eat some Cuban food. I had a skirt steak, some yellow rice with pork, and mashed plantains. Excellent.
That evening, I trained at Roberto Abreu‘s gym, Fight Sports.
Fight Sports is about ten minutes from Biscayne Bay, on a busy street across from a Ferrari dealership. They have a cool open air weight lifting area out front and a spacious mat inside.
The first hour was a beginner’s class where we drilled an over-under pass. It’s a move I don’t use much so it was entertaining to work on.
After an hour, we had an open mat. I went with a big and tall purple belt first. He surprised me with a Roleta sweep, but he failed to control me after the roll and we came back to a neutral position. He opted for spider guard and I had little chance of breaking his grips, but he didn’t create anything. After a few minutes he went for closed guard, but I got one knee up through the middle pushed it to the floor. I stayed glued to his chest as he tried to force my head away and eventually completed my pass. The timer went off about ten seconds later.
I did a second round with a solid blue belt and finished two shoulder locks from omoplatas.
My last round was with a white belt who was maybe 190lbs, strong and a little spastic. I made sure not to catch any knees or elbows in the face and tried more omoplatas. (just in the mood for omoplatas I guess?)

I stayed near the gym for the night so I could go back in the morning. It was hot all night and I woke up sweaty in my baking metal box.
That Saturday session was a good one. The mats were full, with four black belts, two browns and a handful of purples.
It was a sparring session, so I warmed up for a couple minutes then found a partner.
I did a lot of rounds and honestly it’s hard to recall their order 3 days later.
So here’s a non-chronological recap:

I rolled with two different purples, one male, one female. I did well against both of them.
I rolled with a black belt who was my size and was happy with my performance. Nobody tapped, but we both had passes and sweeps.
I trained with two brown belts- one bigger and one smaller. I had a lot of success with my wrestling type moves.
I also went with three different blue belts. One was a little bigger and pretty technical and the other two were smaller and less skilled.

I felt like my style matched up well against the general style at this gym. I came to the top frequently on single legs and I took many backs.
The first part of my rdlr was working, but almost everyone was able to turn back to face me when I went behind them. I asked the black belt if he knew why this was happening and he introduced me to his brown belt brother who used the move a lot. He explained that he has the same problem sometimes when he forgets to use his non-hooking leg  to control their far hip. We drilled it for a few minutes and it seemed to be the piece I was missing.

At one point, someone announced that the next round would be the last. After that round, the same person announced that we all had ten minutes to vacate the gym. I rushed to the locker room and was the last guy eligible to use the shower.

This place had a good vibe. I was approached to roll every round and had a little conversation with all of my training partners. The talent was good and the intensity was just right.
They also did a secret hand shake because Roberto Abreu comes from a Carlson lineage. Their hand shake isn’t like the one in Chicago though. They interlace all of their fingers instead of just the pinky.

I didn’t get to see Abreu himself, but it wasn’t a big deal.

One other thing: I rolled with a guy from the Caribbean who lived in Polson, MT for a year for some reason. He talked about Flathead and the mountains and said he enjoyed it, even the winter.
He also knew former MT State quarterback Denarius McGee.
Small world.

After training, I drove out to Miami Beach. I cruised through the Art Deco neighborhood, and then went to the beach.
The water was warm and teal and super salty and there were thousands of people out. I swam around for a little while and then walked about a half mile up the beach while I dried off in the sun.

At night, I went to a Buffalo Wild Wings to watch UFC 194. I spent a little too much money, but it was worth it to see such a good card. People went ape shit when McGregor dropped Aldo in 13 seconds.

I made a plan for Sunday to drive out to the Florida Keys. That adventure will be my next post.

AJ Sousa BJJ

A guy at Alliance Orlando told me his favorite place in Florida is Jupiter, so I stopped there to see the ocean and do laundry.
While I was in the laundromat, I happened to meet a burly old construction worker from Bozeman, Montana. We had a short conversation in which he claimed that I would die in Miami.
“It’s all Spanish down there. They’ll steal your van,” he growled, making a gun shape with his hand. “You’re in South Florida- this is a whole ‘other world. If I was you I wouldn’t go south of Boca.”
He said something about gay people in Key West as I loaded up my gi’s and   made for the exit.

I went south of Boca against the Bozemanites advice. I began to Google gyms in the area in the late afternoon and found the listing for AJ Sousa BJJ in Ft. Lauderdale.
I remembered AJ Sousa from the BJJ Kumite (a great series on YouTube, check it out) and figured his school would be a good one.

I called ahead and then showed up for a beginner’s gi class at 6:30. AJ was in California for the week so another black belt named Shawn was teaching. He showed us two ways to attack the turtle.
The first option was essentially a spiral ride with grips on the collar and pants. Shawn’s version entailed pushing the opponent’s head down and lifting his leg so that he landed on his back instead of his belly.
The second option was for when the opponent tried to turn and face us and reestablish guard. We took a seatbelt grip and dove over the top to take the back.
I didn’t see this one working too well. You’d have to anticipate his move instantly and cover three feet of space in the time he covered one. Getting the hooks in seemed sketchy too.*

We did a few positional rounds to complete the hour.
At 7, a handful of colored belts took the mat. A small female black belt set the timer for ten minute intervals and people just started rolling. I found a blue belt to go who had good omoplata setups from the guard. Then I went a humongous blue belt who tried a few scary splash passes. (300lbs. jumping on me)
The group was pretty tight with each other and I had trouble getting partners. I missed the third round, but the female black belt approached me for the fourth. She introduced herself as Tammi. I wasn’t positive at the time, but I later confirmed that she was Tammi Musumeci.
She pulled guard and worked for a berimbolo. I tried to duck under her far leg and roll forward, but she pivoted her body and completed the back take. I escaped the back, and she transitioned back to another berimbolo. This time I tried the same duck under but laid back instead. She rolled and made it to my back again. I scraped her off my back a second time and we went back to another berimbolo. No more ducks- I went for a leg drag, but she pivoted far to the side and stopped it. I sat down to protect my back and she pulled herself to the top.
We went through a few more exchanges like this for the rest of the round- it was really fun and educational.
She had a cool system where she got to the position she wanted and then waited for me to pick a direction to move in so she could respond. It was complete and totally smooth and probably took years to put together.
She chatted me up a little afterwards and seemed to have a great  personality- very funny.
I got one more round in with a purple belt. He had a “sporty” style, playing a lot of lasso/spider. I’m better lately at negating the sweeps and submissions. Jeremy Arel had talked about the double underhooks as a good counter to this style so I tried that. It worked well, but I couldn’t complete a pass. We battled like that for the whole ten minutes. I enjoyed it and felt like I’d gained valuable experience.

I spent the next day writing, exploring the area and searching for Miami Hurricanes apparel.
I showed up for the 7pm class at AJ Sousa and got more good sparring. I met a different sportive purple belt, got another round with Tammi, and rolled with another smaller female black belt called Sophie. Sophie showed me really slick arm bar from an omoplata that she got me with. She also recommend I visit her home gym, Fight Sports, when I hit Miami.
I had an interesting round with a guy with no belt. When I couldn’t find another partner a minute into the next round, he came off the wall to roll with me. He was intense and a little rough, but clearly an experienced grappler. He used a lot of force and pain compliance to make positions, but it wasn’t especially accurate. I countered his forward pressure with a few deep half guard sweeps that seemed to piss him off  little. When I came to the top, he would furiously thrash to break contact and get back to his feet. I sat back down twice but the third time he did this, I pressed forward and stood up with him. He charged forward and forced me off the mat, tournament style.
I returned to sitting to restart, but immediately hit a hard low inside single leg. I knew he was going to try to sprawl and stay on top so I pulled his foot toward me and stood up, dumping him on the mat. The round ended right after and the guy looked annoyed, which kind of satisfied me.

This was a tough gym with a serious competition lean. This may have made them a little less friendly than other places, but I imagined they’d treat me like family if I became a member.

I intentionally used my white gi’s back to back for these days. They were getting a little dingy and I wanted to wash them separately with a lot of bleach to freshen them up.
The bleach helped a little, but I think they need a prolonged soak.
I need to procure a special container for this so I can soak them overnight in the van without gassing myself in my sleep. I’m thinking a white bucket with a lid will work.

AJ Sousa recently won the BJJ Library Challenge, set up by the Ribiero’s. I didn’t like it as much as the Kumite, but it was still entertaining.

*My disbelief in a move means little. It must work for some people and it’s possible that I don’t fully understand it.

Orlando BJJ (Alliance)

I did another road trip like this a few years ago. I made it as far as Orlando before low funds and an impatient girlfriend forced me to turn around and  bee line back to Montana.

I found myself back in Orlando on Saturday- no girl and just a little more money. I spent Saturday night at a video game bar, drinking and playing old arcade games and laid low on Sunday to save money.

On Monday morning I located Orlando BJJ and went in to take the 11 a.m. fundamentals class. Maria, the receptionist was really sweet and signed me in before bringing me back to the training area to introduce me to Bruno Malfacine.
This gym was huge- maybe the biggest I’ve ever been in.

We drilled mount escapes for all of that first hour.
The second hour was advanced class and a few purple and brown belts joined in. Bruno showed a way to pass the de la Riva guard by diving over the hooking leg and back hipping. It was tricky and flashy and I liked it.
Bruno is known for his mobility and athleticism and this felt like something straight from his game.
He showed a similar movement used to pass to the other side, then we took a break before sparring.

I went with my drilling partner first- a hulking white belt. He rag dolled me around but didn’t really achieve any positions. I mostly tried to conserve energy and not get hurt.
My second round was with a brown belt. He spoke Portuguese so I figured he was going to be pretty good.
He stood up to start and I went into RDLR, fully prepared to abandon it for a single leg. Sure enough, my first strategy began to unravel so I turned towards the single leg. He pivoted around me and tried to set up a crucifix, but I laid flat and went to deep half. He responded with a cool trap where he allowed me to begin to come up to my knees but then slid his free leg hard under me and pulled me back into a crucifix. I thought I was screwed, but I tried to defend anyway. He threatened a choke and arm bar simultaneously but I stayed alive.
I get caught in crucifixes a lot, but this time I did something different and pushed my arm further into the arm bar which took the pressure off my elbow. I was able to turn my hand the way I wanted managed to escape completely and come up to the top. I was so surprised by my escape that I stopped moving to think about how it had worked and was immediately put in another bad spot.
The round ended with him on my back, but I was too happy about the escape to care.
The next round was with a 4 stripe purple who used his length to play a good spider guard. I tried all kinds of things to break the position but he reestablished it every time I freed myself. We went back and forth like this for the whole round. It’s hard to remember if we even got into a scoring position.
My last round was with a young blue belt. He jumped up to his feet to start and baited me with a single leg. I knew right away he was going to try the 180 degree hop to my back and dumped him off me when he tried. He went into a technical standup and tried it again but I caught him again. We  played most of the round with him trying to pass from his feet and getting stifled, then trying the jump again. He backed away one time then stuck his leg out again fro me to grab. I tapped that leg then shot past it for a low single on his other leg, riding it heavily and climbing up to his back.
It may have been a power move on a teenager, but he was trying to put me on his highlight reel so I had to check him.
Class concluded after this round and I hit the shower.

I ate a little and napped until the evening advanced class started. There were two black belts, two browns, four purples and some blue belts at this one.
Bruno reviewed the passes we had worked earlier. We drilled for 30 minutes, then started rolling.
Round one was with a blue belt with an injured knee. We kept it slow and controlled.
Round two was with Bruno! I was expecting this and got it. He was all over the place. He hit one flying arm bar and one flying triangle off of my collar grips as well as a wrist lock and a couple chokes from the back.
Round three was with a black belt with the exact opposite style. This guy tried to bulldoze me and negate any movement I made. He insisted on constant cross faces and didn’t attempt any submissions. It was a good challenge and took me quite while to get out from the bottom. Time expired just as I was about to finally go on offense.
Round four was with a brown belt called Francisco. We had a good hard round. He took my back twice from a lasso grip, but I escaped and passed guard once. We fought hard and evenly and with no submissions. I felt really good about my improved timing and better decision making. I played a simpler and cleaner game and it worked well for me.
My final round was with Bruno again. He did some crazy passes and caught  three or four arm bars from side control and the back.
His tiny frame lends itself to that style. He has an amazing strength to weight ratio, fits into every hole and moves twice as fast us large people. He’s like Darren Sproles or Nate Robinson or Lionel Messi.

It was time to leave Orlando after that. I’m low on cash so I have to save as much as I can for Miami.
I’ll probly need to find a job there.

Here’s one of the best matches of 2015- Bruno vs Joao Miyao.

BTT Jacksonville

I tried twice to visit a Brazilian Top Team affiliate in Montreal and failed twice. It was the downtown traffic- ridiculous. But I got another chance here in Jacksonville and decided to do it.
BTT Jax is managed by Marcello Salazar Bergo, an accomplished wrestler, MMA fighter and 3rd degree black belt. It’s a pretty large space that has both striking and grappling classes.

I visited for a Thursday night no gi practice. The desk person was hesitant about letting me train. He went and talked to Marcello, who came up and shook my hand and seemed genuinely happy have me at his gym.

I got my stuff on and went out onto the mat. We started about 15 minutes late, but eventually got into warm ups which consisted of shrimpsreverse shrimps, forward and backward rolls and cartwheels. (Every grappler should practice some gymnastics for general dexterity.)
Then Marcello demonstrated a series of moves- a double leg takedown, an arm-in guillotine choke as a counter, jumping around the guillotiner’s legs to avoid the choke, the guillotiner hanging on and rolling the opponent over onto their back, ending in mount and finishing the guillotine.
It took a few repetitions to get the sequence down, but once we did we were able to work a lot on timing and fluidity. We did this for about forty five minutes before rolling.

I went with Marcello first.We started on the feet and I shot early to avoid any of his takedowns. I managed to pick up a single but he moved his foot to the outside of my body. I ditched the move and went to a low inside single on his other leg, but but he anticipated it and sprawled. He took my back after that where I struggled for a minute before giving up a choke. We started again and I sat into RDLR, but he went into a berimbolo somehow and took my back again. It’s not often I can’t understand a move but this one confused me. (For those of you who train- it’s not the entry you’re thinking of.)
We continued to work after another choke, and got my arm exposed for an armbar. I locked my hands together to buy time, and then went for my preferred hitch hiker escape. When I threw my arm straight I blasted Marcello in the face with a backhand. I apologized, but he was fine with it.
He told me I moved well after the round and gave me a bro hug.

I rolled with three other students afterward and did pretty well with them. It was interesting feeling them out with no clue about their rank.
Class finished a little after nine. Marcello told me I was welcome anytime and thanked me for coming in.

I spent the next day going 0 for 3 on a Matt Jones jersey at various Goodwill stores, visiting Neptune Beach for about ten minutes, and buying a new pair of flip flops at Wal Mart for $3.47.

I returned to BTT for the Friday night gi class. It was an Q & A format where students could ask Marcello questions about any position and he would give answers. We broke off into pairs and drilled the technique he came up with for them minutes or so before looking at another position.

For sparring, I did my first round with a white belt, second round with Marcello which went exactly like the previous night, my third round with a huge blue belt who gave me hell for about three minutes before gassing out, and a small black belt in a bright yellow gi.
The man in yellow and I had a good roll- not very hard but moving a lot and trying to catch submissions. I went for berimbolos three or four times and every time he looked for a toe hold. I’d straighten my leg to prevent the toe hold and make it to his back while he tried to transition to a knee bar. (I’ve met a few people who counter the berimbolo with a toe hold, but as far as I can tell it doesn’t work.)

That concluded the class and my time at BTT Jax. Marcelo Bergo is as friendly as it gets and he’s got a ton of knowledge. I might visit again on my way out of Florida.

The Garage

Why not try a no gi school?

I drove out to the east side of town to The Garage, to attend their 7pm class.
Mike Zolondek was leading the workout. He was very welcoming and too the time to introduce me to everyone on the mat. We did a little running to warm up and then started in on drilling.

I liked Mike’s format. He put us in parallel lines facing each other to make pairings. He had one side start on their feet and the other start sitting. The objective was for the standing person to penetrate the sitter’s guard, controlling and moving past their feet into the beginning of a knee cut or a folding pass. We started out slowly, then raised the intensity as the three minute rounds progressed and we cycled through partners. In the last two rounds, the stander tried to pass the open guard completely.

After about six 3’s, the standing side of the room sat down, and the sitting side tried to pass.

After 6 more rounds it was time to roll. I went with Mike first. I played from the bottom, focusing on keeping my knees against my chest and denying grips on my ankles like I’d learned at Fifty/50. It helped me defend more easily against both the pass and against Mike’s leg lock entries.
Once Mike felt that I at least knew what I was doing, he turned it up. We had a fast paced exchange with lots of inverting and leg attacks. A couple times Mike got into heel hook territory, but I sensed his control and goodwill and felt safe defending without having to worry about him applying reckless torque.

My second round was with a guy who I had drilled with a lot during class. When our objective was to get between their knees, he had pinched his together, allowing easy passes around the outside. I wasn’t getting the penetration, just folding his legs down again and again and he gave me some advice on how to separate his knees. He also volunteered to ease up on me which I declined as politely as possible.
So when we got to rolling, he was surprised when I passed his guard to the outside and sunk a choke from his back in about a minute. I did this once more, then played from the bottom, sweeping and submitting twice more. He looked disappointed in himself when it was over and I tried my best to hide my satisfaction.
He seemed like a genuinely nice guy who just had some misconceptions due to his only training for 18 months.

I rolled with two other students and then did another fun round against Mike, finishing up with another student.
I sat around and talked a little about my trip afterward, then shook hands with everyone and headed off to find a Planet Fitness to shower at.
Good night of training.

Luiz Palhares BJJ

People in South Carolina had recommended Luiz Palhares in Jacksonville, so I went to his gym first. I found it on the south side of town in a strip mall that contained a tae kwon do school, a krav maga school, a Brazilian church and a Brazilian barbecue place.
The Florida humidity disrupted my sleep and forced me out of bed earlier than usual so I putzed around on my phone for a while before class started at 11:30.
Luiz led the class of about 10 people- three purples, three blues, two whites, myself, and Luiz’s son Pedro, a black belt.
We did a high paced warmup and a couple stretches and began the technique. Luiz showed an arm wrap from the closed guard that led into a collar choke, just like this, but with the second grip inside the collar instead of on the shoulder.
Next he showed a butterfly sweep to use when the opponent blocks the choke.
Luiz payed a lot of attention to me during drilling, which I appreciated. I usually rely my elbow to clear the arm for the wrap, but he showed me how keeping my arm straight and trying to put my shoulder through the hole made it easier to break the opponent’s grip and created a deeper arm wrap.
We got into sparring shortly after. My first round was with my drilling partner, one of the purples. I tried to spin underneath him from reverse de la Riva, but he stayed and gripped my free leg. I got into closed guard and tried for the arm wrap we’d just drilled. I got it and used it to secure a triangle choke. We restarted and I went after the same position again. He stopped me from swinging my leg over his arm for another triangle, but I expected this and did the “invisible hook”, which gave me another triangle choke.
My second round was with another purple belt with four stripes. I could tell just by looking at him that was at least twice as strong as me. I tried to take extreme angles to negate his strength and it worked somewhat. I managed a sweep and climbed around to his back. He trapped one of my arms underneath him and peeled me off. From open guard, I got into deep half, taking care to hide my exposed arm behind his thigh when he tried to pull it up against his chest. I tipped him over and came up to my knees, but didn’t keep any weight on his bottom leg. He still had a grip on my armpit and when he slid his leg out from under me I found myself in a reverse triangle.
I was hopelessly stuck and couldn’t survive long enough for the bell to sound.
I realized afterwards that this same sequence is what got me subbed the day before in Brunswick. Lesson learned- stay heavy on their leg, or don’t give that grip under my armpit.

I did the next round with Pedro. I was in a bad position from the start as I played sloppily from sitting down. I gave up my back defending a knee cut pass and spent the next minute or so fighting off chokes. Eventually Pedro got one and we reset. He pulled guard and went straight into an omoplata. I have decent omoplata defense and squirmed my way out, but still had to work from the bottom. I stayed underneath Pedro for the rest of the round, barely surviving.

I got one more round with another purple belt. I passed guard to start, then tried to take the back. He avoided this by pinning his back against the floor. I went to knee on belly and tried to pry one of his arms up. He got one foot against my ribs and pushed hard, spinning up into a knee bar position. I kept weight on my threatened leg and compressed him into a ball. I tried to turn the position into my own leg attack and we ended up in 50/50. He went for a heel hook (Luiz had told me specifically no heel hooks in the gi [obviously]) but I rolled over and freed my knee. I decided to try to knee bar this guy as some form of vengeance, but time expired.

Class was over and I was shaky from sweating so much in the humidity. I spent the time between classes chugging water and washing my gi’s. I got a short nap in too, waking up just before the evening practice started.

Luiz, Pedro, and the beast purple belt were all back, joined by three older brown belts, a couple new blues and purples, and three white belts.
Pedro ran class. We went over a basic x pass, and a back take to be done when they turn away to try to get to their knees.

When we sparred, I got a brown belt first. He was a little bigger and stronger and passed my guard early. But I recovered half guard and eventually full guard where I tried another arm wrap and triangle. I got the position, but had a tough time breaking his posture. When I finally did, he played heavy on one of my legs and avoided being choked. There was an easy shoulder lock for me in this position, but couldn’t get his hands apart. I transitioned back to the triangle at the end of the round and was able to finish the choke.

Round two was with the beast purple. I took the top to start and passed his guard. He rolled into turtle and I went for his neck but he timed me perfectly shucked me over the top. I recovered half guard and followed I single leg to force him to concede the top rather than give up his back. He got into butterfly guard and I tried a cartwheel pass, which was kind of a dumb choice. I got rolled and had to fight from turtle. He had good pressure and I could only avoid a choke before time expired.

I did a round with a blue belt and handled him pretty easily, then finished with a white belt.

This was my first time meeting and training with  coral belt and was a lot of fun. This gym is very informal and friendly with several upper belts with varying styles.
I was smoked at the end of the day and laid around in the van for a while.
I did some research on the next gym I would visit and chose one called The Garage on the north end of town.

It felt cooler, or I was more acclimated, or just really tired, but I slept well in a McDonald’s parking lot.