The bus route itself is worth the price we paid - the scenery is just constantly beautiful. I am always afraid of falling asleep just in case I miss anything. So far on the North Island, the landscape of the country is constant green rolling hills that are home to thousands of grazing sheep and the occasional herd of cows. In the more hilly parts of Canada, dynamite is often used to blast out a narrow path for the highway. In New Zealand, they seem to use the same method, but the steep carved out walls are made of soil rather than stone, and have grown over with lush grass and small bushes so it just feels like you're driving through a field. Must. Stay. Awake.

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