Students walk in clusters singing, chatting, testing the mountain air. Go to a dance tonight. More rocks, leaves and return to the waterfall. Barbara and Miss Merkel are out of sight, not even in the rear guard. A late afternoon breeze stirs.
Students reach the dam where a picknick has been spread out on the tables.
Sandwiches and salad, the obligatory oranges. I'll get some rest on the bus. Hope they don't sing. Darkness has fallen. People mutter quietly or simply sleep.