Battle for the keys

The morning we left Zinting it was snowing. Cool. A fitting end to a great week.

It took me a while but I finally convinced Steve to let me drive the rental car down the mountain. (It got very close to a physical mugging of the keys off his person, but he relented in the end to my naturally superior logic.)

For some reason he thought that it would be safer if HE drove down the ice covered road, rather than if I did. Which doesn't really make much sense when you consider that I've driven on ice and snow many times in my life and he grew up in 40 degree Australia and never has. Male chivalry dies hard I guess.

(And yes, we got to the bottom in one piece with no dings on the car.)

Farewell Zinting.