Imagine you are hurtling along a precariously twisting mountain pass in a obnoxiously painted camper van going more or less 100 Km/h. All is right in your scenic world until, without warning, a massive herd of hundreds of sheep is seen running – yes, running – across the entire highway and straight toward your car. This, my friends, is a very disconcerting moment.
After collecting ourselves, and putting the Sparrow back in gear, we plodded forward – slowly – and gave the sheep herder and his sheep dogs at the rear of the pack a nice wave. The highway, it should be noted, was covered with little lamp poops.
Perfectly New Zealand.