Take the Train

If you have read my early blog posts then you know that I love trains. From my earliest memories, trains were a way to travel for the elite, common people, and even hobos. In real life, I watched the trains from my backyard as they passed by on their way to exotic, faraway places. In the cool darkness of the cinema, I watched the elite travel in luxurious style across Europe and America. In books, I shared the life of hobos riding in open box cars. It was well into my adult life before I had the opportunity to actually travel by train.

When I first stepped onto a train in Canada, the days of trains ruling the world had long since pasted. Planes ruled the world and trains were too slow. Still, it was an incredible experience traveling from Toronto to Vancouver by rail. I especially enjoyed traveling over the Rockies. The sun set in the West and the mountains, clouds and sky slowly intermingled until it was impossible to tell where one stopped and another started.


My next trip was on a Hungarian train out of Budapest to a small town near the Czech border. This was more like the trains I had admired in the old British films. We left from the Budapest Keleti Station seated in a compartment fit for Sherlock Holmes. The countryside slowly rolled by as we steadily progressed towards the Czech border each kilometer taking us a step back in time. I never had a chance to give the lecture I had prepared because the school in that small had closed that day for one reason or another. Still it was an incredible trip and far more memorable than any lecture I might have given to a group of teachers and academics.


In recent years I have had the opportunity to travel around Western Europe by rail. In the summer of 2015 we took the train from London to Milan. It was deliciously decadent to have breakfast in London, lunch in Paris and dinner in Milan. It seemed as if we had returned to the days when rails ruled the world. Of course none of those earlier trains could have taken you so smoothly or quickly across Europe.

After these experiences, I fear taking the Amtrak to Washington, DC for Alla’s art conference was a little disappointing. The seats where arranged like a roomy bus. There was a complete absence of romance or history that might suggest an earlier era of train travel. The dining car was more like an upscale 7-11. No one would think we were with Paul Theroux on The Great Railway Bazaar. The only technology was free Wi-Fi and that was very much appreciated. If we had it to do over again then we would still take the train. It was faster than driving, cheaper than flying and it was greener than both.

In fact we will take the train to DC in March. This trip will be devoid of any childhood fantasies of train travel, any cinematic induced notions of luxury or any comparisons to European travel.  Still, it will be the train and that is an experience that too few Americans can claim.


6 thoughts on “Take the Train

  1. There is something romantic about trains for sure. Unfortunately here in Slovenia they’re half as fast as cars and twice as costly, especially with carsharing sites looming large. One would gladly use them more often, but it just doesn’t make sense.

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  2. What a fun article! If you get the chance, take the Amtrak Pacific Surfliner from Santa Barbara ( or even San Diego I think) to San Luis Obispo. What a beautiful ride it is! To get to San Jose you are transferred to a bus in San Luis Obispo that worked out fine.
    We also took the Acela from Boston to New York City once and it was fun. I did not know that the Connecticut shore, which is visible from the train, is so scenic.

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  3. On your map we took the TGV from Nimes to Paris a few years back. Although I have looked at an article on the difference between the LGV (La Ligne Grande Vitesse) and TGV (Train à Grande Vitesse) I am not really sure what the difference is. I was just amazed at how fast it went. And this was 25 years ago I think.

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