The Chicago Sun-Times has an article about a trip to New Zealand.
Here’s an excerpt:
I have this dream vacation scenario I hope plays out one day: I’m driving along some winding country road and a flock of sheep shamble up a hill and cover the road, blocking me in. A kindly farmer dude then shepherds them across, we share a wave and I head off to a small, cozy pub where they serve beer with names like FuzzyWicket.And that, in a nutshell, is why I went to New Zealand. That scene didn’t exactly happen — the sheep outnumber the people roughly 40 million to 4 million — but apparently they’re pretty well-behaved and prefer to stay behind the fences of their vast green pastures rather than molest the well-paved roads.