the river

You are now at the river . There is an insurance salesman here with briefcase of stuff. Unfortunately, you are just a tad slow in avoiding him and now he's in the bus,

The deadheads in the drum circle have started singing:

"Sureties, Annuities,
Policies, Bonds..."

In a lull in the sales pitch, you ask directions. The response is to go north until you reach the center of town where the stop light is .

go north
go south
go east
go west