Train travel seems so dignified and classy. Agatha Christie was responsible for me wanting to ride the Orient Express. Imagine my disappointment when I found out it was no longer running!
My first Canadian train ride that wasn’t at a museum was on Vancouver Island between Courtenay and Nanaimo. That route is no longer running in the state that I took it. The train station was quaint, the car looked like it was lifted from the 1960s with a mint green color scheme and the views were mesmerizing. It took me back to my almost year living in Finland where I never needed a book or music when I took the train. Staring out the window was more than enough.
Third class trains in Thailand were an eye-opening experience. Since I was volunteering and had little money to spare (in my eyes but not relatively speaking), I never tried anything above the bottom. And the bottom still fills me with nostalgia!
Trains were and still are my favorite mode of transport in Japan and that is unlikely to change. I don’t care if it’s a bullet train or a slow, old local train that chugs along before lazily clanking and banging into the station. Japan definitely cemented my love for trains that I didn’t know I had.
A visit to an outdoor railway museum in Alberta left us incredibly impressed with relics from an important part of Canadian history. While commuter trains continue to run regularly in some parts of the country, the classic community connectors that were a normal part of life are long gone. That makes this type of museum all the more special.
Are trains a part of your life, big or small?