Traveller's tales...I'm a kiwi lad working my way around the world visiting family, making new friends and gazing at old stuff and wild stuff. I'm a writer, so I'm writing about it.

Saturday, July 28, 2007

Train Travel

A memory: In the train from Penrith to Oxford, travelling back the 300 kms I have biked, it is slightly depressing, the speed seems somehow sacrilegous. There is hardly time to see anything, let alone understand it. And everything closer than 5 metres is a blur.

1 comment:

oolong said...

Then this is what you must do....:
http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8c/300px-Train_wreck_at_Montparnasse_1895.jpg