The road was bursting into the landscape with brute force, curling around the mountains it could not cut open. The sea below had the deepest blue colour, I have ever seen and the sky was simply no competition for it today. The tops of the mountains, mellowed by wind and rain, seemed soft like a cream cake. Monotonous landscape was distracted from time to time by cars, rushing through an empty road, taking advantage of the freedom not available where they came from. City rush stayed far far behind and it was the perfect time to enjoy the ride.