You're surprised at how little there is to see here.   Occasionally, you pass a couple of small stores or houses, but mostly, there is nothing but thick jungle on both sides of the road.  For a few moments, you pretend that you are Indiana Jones, being chased through the Congo by Nazis who are trying to steal some ancient artifact you've discovered.  Except that Indiana Jones doesn't sweat like a pig in a sauna, whereas you do currently.

A white ROP police car with flashing blue lights is bearing down on you.