Next up was the Forgotten World Highway, which took us from Mordor to Stratford, 150k of twists and turns and ups and down, most of it paved, into and through the Republic of Whangi and beyond. It was a highway we will not soon forget.
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| Thus |
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| Nota bene |
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New Zealand police rate it one of the top ten most unsafe roads
in the nation; we've seen worse; note vaulting |
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| Looking back to the unforgotten world, Mt. Ruapehu, in the distance |
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The big thrill on the Forgotten World Highway, however, is passing through the
Republic of Whangi, which seceded from New Zealand some years back over a
dispute about which county it would belong to in a district reorganization |
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| The capital is the Hotel Whangamomona, where we had lunch and much entertainment |
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| I could have spent the day there looking at all the local humor |
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Including, evidently, a Running of the Sheep...but we had to move on for the 3PM
Shakespearean performance at Stratford-upon-Patea |
1 comment:
If you had too much to drink, you could never pronounce the name of your home town if you lived in Whangamomona.
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