The tail end of the car is open to the elements, giving guests an unobstructed view of such spectacular scenery as the escarpment that drops precipitously from the high veld of Johannesburg and Pretoria.
The clouds sporadically open up a bit to reveal a village, a chunk of a mountain, a patch of jungle, before obscuring them from view again, like stage scenery sliding into the wings.
Scroll around the view from the window of a highrise in Istanbul, or Beirut, or Chicago, and highlighted chunks of the scenery pop out into some sharply-drawn mini-docs.