From Mount Taranaki to Lake Taupo, you will pass a SH43 called Forgotten Highway. Talking to the landlord, we have to take this road. She hastened that we must add oil and prepare food in advance, because these hundreds of kilometers of roads do not even have a gas station. No wonder its called a forgotten road. The whole road is endless hills and grasslands. There were very few villages and people, but in the light rain and patter, the grass and green oil brightened, so that after watching it for a few hours, it was a bit dazzling. The pasture that passed through this road was the best grass we have ever seen in New Zealand. All the way we are sighing, the cattle and sheep here are so happy, this kind of grass is delicious at first glance, and you can run around the mountains and the wild. It may have just passed the season of sheep calves, and each big sheep is carrying a pair of cute little lambs next to it. I really want to sneak a car. The sheep here are so free and chic, people don't have to say. In the middle of the road, there will be a place called Whangamomona. This magical place declared independence in 1989, calling itself the Republic and celebrating its National Day in January each year. Although it has no legal effect, the residents here are comfortable with it. I also want to stay here and experience the life of this rural Utopia.