Mind bondage-2

I nodded off for a few minutes during the ride, but most of it was just spent looking at trees and listening to ocean waves. I had no idea where we were, other than in a forest on a road that hardly deserved the appellation. I now didn’t want to disturb Pamela for fear that she would crash if she took her attention off the road.

The fear of going off the road and flipping over and dying kept me wide awake for the last half hour of the ride, so I got to see the workshop facility as we drove up. A cluster of cabins surrounding a barn-like structure, all made of wood, were in the middle of a cleared area. I could see a water pump, and I hoped it was merely decorative.

The cabins did at least look clean in the waning light, and the clearing wasn’t overgrown though it was natural looking. Pamela pulled up close to the barn-like structure and stopped the van. The abrupt end of the nature sounds got everyone’s attention.

Pamela turned and addressed the group. Sitting in the front passenger seat, I felt a bit left out of her attentions as she explained that she would be taking our bags to our assigned cabins and that we should proceed into the central meeting room where Mr. Mendoza would be waiting for us.