The yellowing grass, side lit by the afternoon sun, made the hills look like they were clothed in rich folds of golden-coloured velvet.
The road, meanwhile, twisted and turned, dipped and swerved. And we were having a grand time.

We managed to leave Queenstown at half past four with new rear tyres on both bikes, and we are now in Omarama. After a meal of couscous with green beans and a nice big salad, we're feeling rather pleased.