Where is the Rain?

Al Ain is called ‘The Garden City’, with its name literally meaning ‘The Spring’ because of the many oases located around the city and trees that line either side of most roads, but… “Where is the Rain?’. To put into perspective of how little rain falls here, in the last 9 months of living here I have seen rain a total of three times. And yet many plants grow here.

All the plants are supported by an underground irrigation system to supply water. And manure is mixed with the sand to make it fertile because there is no soil. So even with a lack of rainfall in this tropical desert climate, things are made to grow.

Each time it has rained, I was able to experience something new. The first time it rained was over a weekend in December. The drainage system gets clogged up with sand, so when it does rain like that weekend, water gets backed up. Hence the river that formed in front of my building that ran down the entire street… it had a pretty fast current and everything.

The next time it rained was over night on a weekday; it didn’t rain much and I didn’t think much of it until on my way to school when I got a phone call from one of my student’s parents. They called to ask me if the school was closed because of the rain… I couldn’t help but laugh, but apparently it is a common thing to close down the school when it rained.

This past week it rained during the day and I was able to witness first hand the reaction to rain and it was a sight. People run out to the streets to stand out in the rain and run around; they make the most of something that comes so infrequent. I was pretty happy to see the rain as well, that was until the smell of it just got to me. Rain here certainly doesn’t have that fresh, clean smell it does back home; smells more like dirt and wet sand.

Bryan the Camel says…
What you call rain; I call shower time!

Do You Have Sunflower Seeds?

At all of the schools here in Al Ain, morning assemblies are held outside to start off the school day.  They begin with daily ‘exercises’; that is if you can call clapping your hands as you spin around while the physical education teacher barks which direction to turn exercise.  After that hard core, blood pumping, invigorating exercise regime; the whole school sings the UAE national anthem.  There is nothing like starting off the morning with off-key, miss-sung, high pitched singing, it makes putting up with the hot 40 degree plus sun raise burning through your back less painful.  Just then when you think it’s almost over and you can escape from this torture soon enough that you can almost begin to feel the cool air from the A/C, you get smacked with reality when you get hit with sunflower seed shells.  Just then you know its not going to be a good day.

“Do you have sunflower seeds?” along with, ‘Take out your text book’, ‘Stop fighting’ and ‘I don’t understand Arabic’ are 4 phrases that I repeat constantly.  My day is spent so often saying those phrases that I would be able to get through a whole day if I was restricted to only saying them.

After I getting hit with sunflower seeds I knew it was time to find out who had them.  The problem is that once the students enter the school with sunflower seeds, you will find the classroom floor completely covered in sunflower seed shells.  The students spit them out like they are camels out in the desert with a complete disregard to who will clean up after them.  That means I now have to stand outside until the students forfeit over their seeds… told you it wasn’t going to be a good day.

Bryan the Camel Says…

             هل لديك بذور عباد الشمس؟

Now Who’s Laughing?

It has been a while since I last posted anything because of my two-week holiday at the end of the second term last month.

The end of the second term meant final exams; the time of year were students become desperate because they know full well they are not prepared for the exams coming up.  So this begins the ensue of panic where students approach teachers for last minute reviews of everything that was mentioned in class; and I mean this literally.  Students come up to you asking for you to quickly go through the entire term from beginning to end because they never listened to you before, but are ready to listen now.  And it is unfortunate to say that students do this because it is common for the teachers here to give the questions/answers straight from the exam during these review periods.  Hence why my review periods usually end up empty after the first 5 minutes when the students realize I wont me giving answers away.

For me, the exam time here has become the part of the year I enjoy the most.  I have to put up with an entire term of students misbehaving, not listening, homework incompletion, assignments not handed in, projects that have obviously been purchased from the local store that sell ready-made-projects for students to buy instead of actually do themselves, and just a complete lack of respect.  So, I reflect back on all this as I write my science exams. 

The exam periods are two hour long, but most teachers write exams that are completed in the first 15 minutes of the exam; and students are use to this.  So when it came to the science exam, students where stunned to see exams 12 pages long that would in fact take up the entire two hours to complete.  The greatest joy for me was after about 10 minutes after the exam started, I saw most of my grade 9 students with their hands up and worried expressions across their faces.  Assuming they had a question, I approached the student closest to me and noticed there was fear in his eyes.  I asked what was wrong and he responded with the most sincere look and a desperate voice: “Sir, if I bring in a project can I get bonus marks?”  And it was at that moment that I laughed to myself and thought… ‘Now Who’s Laughing!?’ 

Bryan the Camel says…

            That’s what I call a spit in the eye!

Are You Happy Here?

I understand that situations and circumstances are depended on how one chooses to react to them.  And if one chooses to make the most of what is presented in life; then a bad situation can be made into a good one.  The reason I am starting this blog on a positive note is because I have been told that my blog has a very bleak, negative, gloomy tone.  This comment is usually followed up with the question… ‘Are you happy here?’

Now in an attempt not to disturb the can of worms which look like might just burst if I dissect the answer to that question and send me off on the next plane out of here; I decided instead to compile a top 10 list on the things that I have enjoyed/discovered thanks to being here.

10.  Learning about a different culture and language

I am proud of the little Arabic I have been able to pick up

9.  Discovering Za’atar

A condiment made of dried herbs, Arab species, sesame seeds and dried sumac

8.  Discovering Labneh

A thickened, strained Arab yogurt

7.  Bounty Chocolate ice cream bars

Never knew it was possible to make Bounty Chocolate Bars any better, but making them into ice cream certainly did!

6.  Living alone

I have demonstrated to myself that I can live alone, although tough, I can do it           

5.  Arabic Sweets

Butter, sugar, nuts all married together in light, flaky, crisp pastry…need I explain more

4.  Dates (the fruit)

There are numerous varieties and many different things that can be done with them; like jams, drinks, mixing them with chocolate and/or nuts

3.  Seeing Camels

I still get excited when I see camels in the far distant roaming the desert.

2.  Exploring Abu Dhabi and Dubai

What tremendous cities to visit and explore; so much to offer and experience

1.    Costa Coffee

Do not think this one needs explanation

Bryan the Camel says…

           No wonder you’ve been getting heavy to carry around… over half the list is food related!

Am I A Good Teacher?

The past few weeks have been not been the greatest weeks for me as a teacher.  And although this has not been the first time I have questioned my teaching ability, it surly has made me pay more attention to that deep little voice inside that asks… “Am I a good teacher?”

With each new adventurist situation, like the grade 9 students throwing chips from their window to the grade 1 – 3 students during recess and telling them to eat it as if they are monkeys in a zoo; that once almost inaudible voice gets stronger and more prominent.  It is a real disappointing scene when I am in the front of my grade 9 boy’s class attempting to teach the lesson when the whole class is not giving me the slightest amount of attention.  I have some student’s sleeping, others calling each other names in Arabic, and a few fighting in the corner.  Of course there has been improvement since September, but it is still a challenge to get order in a school with little administration support, students who don’t care about detention, homework or their marks, and the inability to communicate with parents because of language barrier.  If I can only use Arabic and quotes from the Qur’an like the Arabic teachers do to get through to the students.  Unfortunately all I have at my disposal is making them feel ashamed, which has to be done with broken-up English so they can understand me.  If I use too many ‘big’ words, like responsibility, agenda, unique or literacy, I lose them.  And when they tell me I am the only teacher that they somewhat behave for, I feel like I am making progress.

However, with days like today when a student sandwiches himself between the bathroom door and wall to lock himself in to avoid going to class, I feel like its one step forward, two steps back.

Bryan the Camel says…

            You need a ‘Please Don’t Feed the Animals’ sign outside the grade 9 window.

What Do I Say to That?

Things here have been interesting the last few weeks.  And really, at times just too much that I haven’t been in the mood to write any new posts. 

This past week has been just one of those weeks were the monkeys in the zoo of a school have just been wild.  Maybe it has to do with the full moon we had at the start of week, or that all other schools are getting ready for their spring break except for us, or that the dreaded summer with its painfully scorching 40 degrees Celsius plus weather has returned.  Whatever the reason for their behavior, I just know that I am thankful it’s the weekend; time to unwind and relax.

To get a glimpse on the past week I had, here are a few of the situations I was faced with that really left me thinking… ‘What do I say to that?’

-       When the nephew of the owner of the school says, “Turn off the A/C my uncle is paying for that”.

-       Student calls another kid the ‘N-word’, and when you take him to the office, administration does absolutely nothing about it except take the students word over yours when he says he never said that.

-       Grade 9 Student kicks another kid in the stomach and he drops to the floor.  When the discipline coordinator comes in the classroom the whole class tells him he fell off the desk, no one did anything to him; including the kid who got kicked.

-       Homeroom class students pull everything off the walls; posters, classroom rules, seating plan and calendar and write ‘hahaha no my calendar Mr. Sir’ where the calendar use to be.

I know that I am still fresh out of teachers college, but I can certainly guarantee that during Methods class we never discuses scenarios like that. 

Bryan The Camel says…

      You need to go for a camel ride… 

Who is Bryan The Camel?

I know many people have wondered ‘Who is Bryan The Camel?’  And why would I name my blog that.

Well it actually all started about a year ago, when I was still in teachers college applying anywhere and everywhere for a teaching job.  I knew that a job in Ontario would not be so easily to come by with the surplus of teachers going on and the lack of expected interview numbers projected for the up coming school year.  That was when I decided that I should also think about applying overseas for a teaching job.  I looked up the different recruitment organizations and came across teachanywhere.com.

Teachanwhere.com put me in contact with the recruitment officer of Canada and his name was Bryan.  Bryan was very helpful in not only finding me a job, but also in helping me make the decision for taking the job and to get mentally prepared for the move half-way across the world.  He also provided a lot of good information about living in the UAE.  In the emails sent, there was a constant joke about me getting a camel when I arrived in Al Ain to be used as a means of transportation.

So when I decided to start a blog to help keep in touch with people back home and to use as an outlet to express the journey I was going through, the first step was to think of a name.  I didn’t want to use my full name and I wanted the name of the blog to reflect my situation some how and give the blog a theme.  Thus the name ‘Bryan the Camel’ came to me and I thought it was a perfect fit.

Bran the Camel says…

            Thanks for coming along for the ride!

What Am I Doing Here?

One of the many responsibilities I have as a teacher here in Al Ain is the homeroom teacher for the grade 7 boys.  I specify boys because after grade 3 the boys and girls are segregated for religious culture reasons. 

Now being the homeroom teacher for this class is about the same as being a zookeeper.  Not that I have any experience as a zookeeper, but I can imagine it shares many similarities.  For insistence you have to know how to tame the wild creatures, keep the weak ones from getting pounded on, worry about the mess left behind, the destruction to their habitat and keep water fights from breaking out at the waterhole.  These are all things I have to worry about on a daily bases, with new and exciting things popping up every week.  Like last week’s non-stop phrase of the week: cala boca, which is Portuguese for ‘shut your mouth’.  I can thank my Brazilian student for teaching the whole class that phrase after finding out that I can speak Portuguese.  Let’s just say if I got paid 1 Dirham for every time it was said, I would have made more money with that then I actually got paid.

This week’s fad was elastic band slingshots.  It was a week of me watching folded up pieces of paper flying across the room every time they thought I wasn’t looking; they even got creative one day and began using kernels of popcorn to launch at each other.  I began to feel like an elastic band dictator, not allowing the students into the class until they surrendered their elastic bands; keeping my eye open for their new creative ways of hiding them; like in the soles of their shoes and up their arms where their sleeve would cover it.  Now if they only would put that much effort into learning science.

Now you can imagine how appalled I was upon entering the class at the end of the day, only to see pieces of folded up paper all over the floor.  I was getting ready to give the entire class detention when I noticed the teacher teaching my homeroom class with something in his hand.  I couldn’t make it out at first, so I looked a little closer… it was AN ELASTIC BAND SLINGSHOT!!! The teacher was flinging pieces of paper across the room laughing it up with the rest of the class.

I was too stunned to react and just walked out.  And then, just like so many other times before, I asked myself… ‘What am I doing here?’

Bryan The Camel says…

            What’s a waterhole?

Are You Using That?

Maybe it’s the stress of the job, or the frustration of trying to get the last of the science equipment delivered for the lab or simply the loneliness of living so far away from home.  But I have noticed that the very patient person who arrived in the UAE last September has gone away.  Perhaps that patient person is hiding in the vacant desert sands or has drowned in the sadness within; wherever he maybe, he isn’t here and in his place is a slightly quick tempered man with a few new irritating pet peeves that make him want to jump on a desk and scream.

It boggles my mind when I get to the photocopier only to find the person who used it last created a paper jam in 4 different places and flew the scene like a thief in the night.  They think a paper jam is brain surgery and much to complicated.  You know finding that door handle in front of the machine and turning the knobs till the paper comes out is so hard, I think it uses as much brainpower as figuring out the derivative of a quadratic equation.  Once I get the paper jam out and load up the paper tray because of course the fleeing-paper-jammer used up all the paper too; I can begin my photocopying.  Once I close the cover, punch in the number of copies and press start I hear that question that makes me want to jump on a desk and scream… ‘Are you using that?’

I don’t even know what to say to that?  Like no, I like to stand by a working photocopier in hopes the radiation makes me sterile!  And the same goes for the computers at school, it’s as if they wait for you to sit down at the computer so they can ask you if you are done with the computer.  Do you see the startup-loading bar, its only halfway, do you think I’m done with the computer!?

But that is nothing compared to when in the middle of a meeting at school discussing school related matters when the other teachers decide to switch from English to Arabic and I’m left there in the dark.  I know you see me as the outsider, but lets keep with the language we all understand please!

Bryan The Camel says…

            Are you using the computer?

What’s that Smell!?

Living in Al Ain, a city that forms an equilateral triangle with Dubai and Abu Dhabi, makes for traveling to either city a popular weekend getaway.  I have been to Abu Dhabi city only once, for the BETT Middle East conference, but traveling to Dubai is something I have done often.  Spending time in Dubai with my second family, the Jomaa family, have made for some of the best weekends I’ve had here in the UAE and I am so thankful to them for that.

All the traveling to and from Dubai and Al Ain have made for some very interesting and unforgettable moments.  What these experiences all share is the plaguing question that makes me want to scream out… ‘What is that SMELL!?!?!?!”

In truth, it is probably best not to know what is causing the smells and I could spend the next few hundred words here describing to you the things that have caused my sense of smell to attempt suicide, like the rotten smell of fish from the fish market which is so conveniently located behind the bus station.  But instead I’ll just summarize some of these experiences for you.  Like the time I decided to share a taxi instead of taking the bus from Al Ain to Dubai, only be sandwiched in the back of the taxi between 2 large and in charge men who believed taking a shower was an insult to humanity and deodorant was a myth.  The smell was so toxic that I truly believed it was going to cause me to pass right out.  And in reality I was hoping for that, as I held my breath until I became light headed, eagerly awaiting for the lack of oxygen to take me out of the agony.

The bus is another experience that is something I will never forget, but what can one expect for a 20 Dirham bus ride?  Well I’ll tell you what to expect, a bus ride that can’t go faster then 80 km/h on the highway, full of people that are all too close for comfort.  Those bus rides were why the term ‘packed like sardines’ came into existence.  As the bus continued to fill up, I was getting prepared for them to use my lap as an extra seat.  Every row on the bus seats 4 people with absolutely no aisle! One of the seats in each row can be pushed down to reach to the back of the bus; there is no wasted space.  Key for survival, take a window seat, it gives you 2 mm of extra space, and trust me it helps!

Bryan the Camel says…

            No camel rides to Dubai… I’m offended!

What Do I Miss the Most?

Living half way across the world away from everything I know is not something easy to do.  There are days that get so sad and lonely they are almost unbearable, but then there are better days when things come together and I experience things that I would never have, had I not been living in the UAE. 

I have been living here for 5 months and have another 5 months to go before the summer holidays.  So as a way to commemorate the halfway mark, I have come up with a list of the top 10 things that I miss the most.  Family and friends is an obvious number one, so therefore they will not be included on this list.

As I began to compile the list, I found it funny how it’s the small things that I never really paid much attention to that I end up missing the most.  Things that you see or experience everyday that you take for granted until they are gone, then you realize how much they were a part of your life.

10. Seeing Green

Hills, grass, pine trees, maple tress… all the beauty Canada has the offer

           

            9. Z103.5

Yes, even the annoying Scott Fox and his morning show

            8. French Translations

There is just something about seeing French translations on road signs and packaging that says ‘home’

            7. Snow and Cold Weather

            I just simply love it!

            6. The Food Network

I need my fix of ‘Barefoot Contessa’, ‘Good Eats’ and ‘Chef at Home’, to name a few

            5. Bacon

            The wonderful flavour and smell of smoky, crisp, salty goodness!

            4. President Choice Products

            Especially those chocolate chunk cookies, I could go for a box of those right now

            3. Tim Horton’s.

            Medium coffee with one milk please!

            2. Portuguese Culture

 The lack of it here just makes me miss my roots; Cod fish, corn bread and custard tarts

            1. Sushi Island/Iron Chef!

I’d take a plane ride back right now for some of that sushi goodness.

I’ll get the chance to experience these things again, but until then I will continue to enjoy the new experiences of a Middle East life.

Bryan The Camel says…

Can I get 5 Crunch Rolls, a Geisha roll with extra Hiroshima sauce, mushroom blossoms and a house salad.

Award Ceremony or Comedic Act?

There is no better way to end off a school term then by having an award ceremony to commemorate the hard work and achievements of the students’.  It is also a great way to motivate the students for the next term.  I thoroughly enjoy these school events; for they give me the opportunity to see the school showcase its greatness!  And I get no better amusement in it.

I mean the beautiful decorations of streamers and balloons that hung so diligently on the stage with staples half sticking out was absolutely breathtaking… and the words ‘I Love You’ and ‘# 1 Dad’ printed on the balloons just added to that special je ne sais quoi.

The strikingly large, yellow golden trophy was held up proudly when it was presented to the best class of the term… I was just hoping the sticker saying ‘Best Class’ wouldn’t come off and uncover the ‘Gino’s Pizza Prize Award’ that lay underneath, which was given to the school for ordering the most pizzas last year.

I thought it would be a great idea to have some of our talented students play a piece of music half way through the ceremony.  And I have to say the beautiful music really did showcase the amazing talent of the school… I mean it takes a lot of talent to be able to hit the keys just right as the music plays from the pre-recorded electric keyboard.

And what better way to really say congratulations to the students for their high achievements then with gifts wrapped in paper with the words ‘get well’ on it.

In all honestly is was a great ceremony, one of the best we have had all year.  And I will take the few chuckles where I can get them, because they don’t happen often.

Bryan The Camel says…

            Did you get the number for Gino’s Pizza off the trophy!?

What Is Cork?

Living in another country is bound to bring about culture shock.  That was something I knew and was ready for… or at least I thought I was.  I can now see more clearly the bubble I was carrying when I stepped off the plane and entered the UAE.

Some culture shock situations that I have awkwardly walked myself right into are:

·  Sticking my hand out to shake the hand of a Muslim woman when I was introducing myself – It was the first day and I was nervous.

·  Clearing off my tray in the food court of the mall when I was done eating – The cleaning staff was confused as to why I was doing their job.

·  Sitting at the front of the bus a.k.a the women section of the bus – I failed to see the sign, oops!

·  Asking what is that sound at 5 am that wakes me up everyday – I did not realizing it was the announcement of Fajr, the first prayer of the day, from the nearby mosque.

I wish I could tell you that these kinds of culture shock situation have ceased, unfortunately I find myself in them almost on a weekly bases, (however none to the degree of awkwardness as to when I put my hand out to shake that women’s hand, that one takes the cake).  These situations occur mostly in class when I am in the middle of explaining a science concept.  The first time this happen to me was a really eye opener and it made me realize the grand task I had ahead of me in teaching in the UAE.

There I was starting the first lesson of the school year, I began to explain what was a cell and how Robert Hooke first discovered the cell when investigating cork tissue.  That’s when I got the question that completely caught me off guard… What Is Cork?

Now you may be thinking, what is so big about that, cork is something easy to explain.  However how does one explain cork to a group of Muslim students… it tops what kind of bottles? Wine? What’s that?... Yeah try digging yourself out of that hole. 

Over the months similarly situations have arisen, usually when trying to use an example to help clarify a concept.  Unless of course the example you are using involves either camel, cow or palm tree, because after that there aren’t many other living things living here.  But I have adapted and have found the learning experience very interesting.

Bryan The Camel says…

            Grab on to the rope, I’ll pull you out of the hole.

How Can 17 Degrees Celsius be Cold!?

Living in a desert country, where mid-day temperatures in September would reach close to 50 degrees Celsius, was not something easy to adjust to.  There would be days after walking home from school, (which is only a 10 minute walk) with the sun bearing down on me, and not a speck of shade anywhere insight to run for cover; where I would have to check to see if my shoes had A) Burst into Flame B) Melted, or C) Reached their Boiling Point.  I mean how else can one explain that kind of heat.  Some of you who may think this would be a welcome change to the cold weather now back home; I assure you, that kind of heat is not pleasant.

The most disheartening thing is I seem to be the only one suffering.  Others seem to be okay in the blaring rays of the sun; as I hug the concrete school walls outside during recess duty, in an attempt to get under what little shade exists.  But this has now changed, with the coming of the ‘winter’ months, and I use the word ‘winter’ loosely here, the temperatures have finally begun to cool down.

On one beautifully cool morning in December, I walked to school in a short sleeve dress shirt to delight in the 17-degree weather we were experiencing that morning.  Once I arrived at school I had to catch my jaw from hitting the floor, to my astonishment everybody was wearing their full winter entire; jackets, gloves, hats and scarves.  There I was in short sleeves, while others were rubbing their hands together and stamping their feet in an attempt to get warm.  I couldn’t comprehend what I was witnessing… How Can 17 Degrees Celsius be Cold!?

Everybody else thought I was crazy coming to school in short sleeves on such a cold morning; that’s adaptation for you!  The scorching 50 degrees Celsius weather will return shortly and I don’t even want think about it.  But until then, I will relish in the beautiful cool weather we are having.

Bryan The Camel says…

            Where’s my parka?!?!

Who sells the best shawarma?

When I decided on moving to the UAE (United Arab Emirates) to work as a science teacher last summer there was a lot that I didn’t know about the country I was going to call home for a for a little while.  I knew that that native tongue was Arabic and that I spoke none, (I have actually learned 15 Arabic words in the past 4 months and use them as often as possible.  My favourite being ‘hamdalla’, which mean ‘praise to God’) and I knew that shawarmas would be good there.  For those who do not know what a shawarma is, it is like a sandwich/wrap with shaved meat, either chicken, lamb or beef, tomato, lettuce and/or other toppings and a sauce, usually garlic.

Well I was right, shawarmas are sold everywhere, there is a different shop on every corner and each one claims that they make the best shawarma in the world.  So, this got me thinking… Who sells the best shawarma?

Now I have had my share of shawarmas since living here and I always try to go to some place different and see how they are made differently.  The one thing that always stays the same for me is that I always get chicken.  I’ve had shawarmas with many different toppings: tomatoes, lettuce, pickles, French fries, dried fruit and so on and different types of bread and sauces. (The worst shawarma I’ve had was made with no sauce or toppings, it was just dry chicken and bread; couldn’t even finish the thing).  I’ve had them from side street vendors and fast food places to formal restaurants and they are always different in each place.  But my vote for the best shawarma is actually found in a grocery store called Lulu Hypermarket.  I know what you are thinking, ‘a grocery store!?!?’  But trust me it is unbelievably good!  This grocery store has a huge prepared meal section, one that would put the prepared meal section in the grocery stores back home to shame.

The shawarmas at Lulu are made with very thin Lebanese bread and the shaved chicken is married with French fries, pickles and the most outstanding garlic sauce that leaves you not wanting to talk with anyone after you’ve had one.  So, when you find yourself in the UAE go visit lulu for a great shawarma.

Bryan the Camel says…

            Chicken Shawarmas from Lulu for dinner tonight!

Can we live without stress?

Maybe it’s the fact that I am still getting over the jetlag (traveling from Canada to Dubai with a 9 hour time difference will do that) and therefore have been up since 3 am with nothing do to but be alone with my thoughts, or the fact that stress seems to be my only companion since living in the Gulf, nonetheless it is a question that one dwells over…. Can we live without stress?

Since being up this morning I have stressed over the fact that I woke up so early and couldn’t get back to sleep.  Then as I lay their trying and failing to fall back asleep, I began to stress how I was wasting time and should just get up and do something more constructive with my time.  And the day has continued in this way jumping from one stressful thought to another.

So is this what life is? A constant bombardment of stressful thoughts that overwhelm our day-to-day life…I may be an exception, but it is hard to remember a time when I wasn’t stressed about something.  Then again it also acts as a comfort in a weird twisted way because when I am not stressed, I stress because I am not stressed.  So it’s a vicious cycle.  And even moving to a completely new country hasn’t stopped that.

Bryan the Camel’s thoughts…

Drink less espresso and get more sleep!