I'm on a bus, on some sort of tourist excursion. We take a turn, and I can see that there is a track ahead of us, that goes into some low fields covered in water. I remark that "this isn't just a train-bus, it's amphibious", all in a rhyme.

There's a girl behind me that I have been talking to in previous days, and she tells me that this idea she had, that we have been discussing, isn't going to work, because of some factor that she thought of.

We arrive at our destination. It's some sort of tourist-work-experience day on a farm, and everybody gets in groups and starts the project. For some reason I'm slow, and behind, and far away I can hear Byron from climb school instructing his group, and he's saying "...you can use an emergency break to use the bathroom, but don't use it if you don't have to...", and I'm thinking, we paid how much for this experience? I'll take a bathroom break whenever I have to go to the bathroom, or else I'll just leave.

I'm still behind, and I have to change my clothes. I've brought like five raggedy T-shirts, which are all neatly folded together, and I'm trying to pick one, but I have to go through them all. Some are long-sleeved, which I brought in case it was cold, but it's going to be hot, so I don't want to wear those.

I pick an old shirt and go right around the corner to the meeting point, where some people including Craig from climb school are sitting there 'supervising'. He's eating some sort of nuts and throwing the shells on the ground.