Leaving the Fly, I snapped this picture of a lovely pastoral scene — cows on parade, you might say:
The roads all over were like this. When you weren’t looking at the ocean, you were seeing great sections with forests on either side:
This is the stuff from which car commercials are made, folks. And I don’t even have photos of the impressive bits: rising, falling, twisting and turning right on top of the Southern Ocean. That’s because it was too much fun to drive to stop and take snaps.