Mike groggily looked around, seeing a parking lot, tropical foliage, and in the distance a resort building. Then he looked out the left side of the bus, and saw ... nothing. The bus slowed for some roadwork and Mike was suddenly awake. He looked around, and realised he was still on the bus, and it was still dark outside. The tropical paradise? It must have been a dream. Besides, it would take more than 12 hours on a bush to get from their little town to a tropical beach, he thinks, as he drifts off to sleep.
Mike wakes up again as the bus slows and halts. He looks out the window, and sees the rising sun glinting through a forest of long-needled pine trees, and a building built out of logs, like a big log cabin, in front of the bus. To the right of the bus are other, smaller log buildings, and to the left he just make out a football field - or is it two football fields? - alongside a lake. The whole scene looks quite quiet and peaceful, but as he comes awake, his nose is tickled by a pleasant smell. Is it...
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