On the road through Karajini

There's a road,
A road they call hell.
It ain't that pretty,
As a southern belle

But ay it be there.
The mighty Karajini.
Park, that is,
What a splendid place.

First you stroll.
Then you run.
Then you realise,
What you have done.

Ustukfurallah!
I'm in the middle of nowhere.
How's the serenity?
Pretty good, actually.