Take the last train to Clarks … oops … Melbourne. The Monkees linger in my head. 11 hours run. Lots of time to think, linger, read, write and watch the scenery go by. It is a sunny day.
The rolling Australian countryside flying by.
It is a nice modern train. Ideas linger in my head for a book. I look out the window and wonder what am I doing? Where am I going? I remember the whole point is the journey.
Does that mean that the toilets are of a male variety or that this is a place for men to use the toilets? Is there a difference? Just struck me as funny.
The Captain asked me why I was taking the train instead of flying and I told him that I love trains and this way I see the scenery. “It’s about the journey, man, not the destination!” as well it gives you involuntary time for processing which is always valuable. Besides, I love analyzing, figuring out the “why’s” and the motivations. In many ways I find my twisted head quite fascinating to deconstruct. What it chooses to perceive and what it does note.
The light rail transit tracks near my couch host in the bowels of the rock. More impressive in reality. But has nothing to do with this post.
So about the train ride. The scenery is pleasant enough – rolling hills, mostly pastoral, freckled with trees, horses, sheep, cows. Actually more than just freckled with trees. There are quite a number. The terrain is not nearly as “in your face” as New Zealand. Less dramatic but it is still pretty and is one big land mass. Fifth largest in the world as a country – Canada is number two!
A number of stops but I have managed to keep my two seats to myself. In Melbourne I will be meeting up with my next couch surf. Should be interesting.