All along the way
Just wait and another will come along.
It's just a matter of time before a passenger train service (faster, cheaper) between Auckland and Wellington is reinstated, as oil gets even peakier and we remember how wonderful a quick, undetoured rail trip can be.
A few years ago the DG and I came back from Wellington, hangovers the size of aircraft hangars, a bare few hours of sleep under our eyelids. We were tannoyed as we steamed into every tinpot town with useless arrival information, which ended with the unfelt, unheard "Thanks for travelling with ..."
The sun streamed relentlessly into the windows, as our nausea rose with the latitude. We arrived, ill, knackered, grateful, into the old train station, Britomart just a louvred dream. I loved that trip.
It's just a matter of time before a passenger train service (faster, cheaper) between Auckland and Wellington is reinstated, as oil gets even peakier and we remember how wonderful a quick, undetoured rail trip can be.
A few years ago the DG and I came back from Wellington, hangovers the size of aircraft hangars, a bare few hours of sleep under our eyelids. We were tannoyed as we steamed into every tinpot town with useless arrival information, which ended with the unfelt, unheard "Thanks for travelling with ..."
The sun streamed relentlessly into the windows, as our nausea rose with the latitude. We arrived, ill, knackered, grateful, into the old train station, Britomart just a louvred dream. I loved that trip.
posted by Mark Broatch at 7:17 PM
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There's a word for it: "Siderodromasochism" - The deriving of sexual gratification, or the tendency to derive sexual gratification, from trains, railroads or train travel.
As compared with sideroadmasochism practised in a small car.
Try taking the overnight version to Wellington, same feeling but without the landscape to look at.
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