Memories of Systema Camp by Steven Cash Nickerson

As I awoke I was first aware of two things. First, it was chilly. My nostrils burned slightly as I took in air, and not just any air, this air was not full of city smell: smog, rubber, petrol and fumes. And second, I noticed I was still fully dressed from the day before from head to toe-except for my boots. I lay there for a few moments to get my bearings. Where was I?