Traveling the US by train (wish we had a travel subforum)

[Higgs]

I want to ride trains in Europe somebody hook me up

I am happy to livestream our upcoming train trips in Italy in September if that helps? We will be doing Venice to Bologna, Bologna to Rome, Rome to Naples and Naples to Sorrento (Return).

[E.H. Ruddock]

You'll never want to leave Bologna. I'm jealous of your trip!

Also, can you take a train across Australia? Or is that not possible.

[Higgs]

You'll never want to leave Bologna. I'm jealous of your trip!

Also, can you take a train across Australia? Or is that not possible.

I've never been to Italy and am hell looking forward to it for sure.

Australia has 2 of the great train trips of the world. The Indian Pacific goes across the country west to east from Perth to Sydney, while the Ghan goes south to north, Adelaide to Darwin.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Higgs]

when you doing this trip, Higgs?

Fly out of Perth 13th September to Venice. That bit is booked. Meant to fly home from Athens after doing our last week in Santorini, about 10th of October or do (that bits not yet booked).

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

I want to ride trains in Europe somebody hook me up

I am happy to livestream our upcoming train trips in Italy in September if that helps? We will be doing Venice to Bologna, Bologna to Rome, Rome to Naples and Naples to Sorrento (Return).

I would not ask you to do that so as for you to soak in the experience unencumbered, but a few minutes here and there would be cool

[Jorge]

I would ask you to do that. In fact, I am now asking you

[96583UP]

obv if the shower scenes are not live-streamed we are going to have a lot of unhappy customers

[lennytheweedwhacker]

I would ask you to do that. In fact, I am now asking you

You’re so selfish

[Jorge]

I would ask you to do that. In fact, I am now asking you

You’re so selfish

You're the one who asked him to do it

[lennytheweedwhacker]

I would ask you to do that. In fact, I am now asking you

You’re so selfish

You're the one who asked him to do it

I did not

[dad]

obv if the shower scenes are not live-streamed we are going to have a lot of unhappy customers

can confirm.

[96583UP]

expectations have been set

[Higgs]

Not a problem-o. I will not be having showers on any of the trains that I travel on, but will however ensure to livestream at least 5 mins of each journey, and, in honour of #'sUP, will ensure that during those 5 minutes I take a wander to the men's room and see what there is to be seen about the urinal at that time.

Can't see how that could be an issue for any reasonable, not-hung-up-about-his-sexual-orientation, man.

#dicksoutforharambe (or something)

[washing machine]

Train rides I've taken. All round trip tourist endeavors.

Palestine, TX to Rusk, TX
This one is kind of a rite of passage for kids in East Texas. The train goes through thick piney woods and lumber towns. I went as a kid and would love to go again with my kid now.

Durango, CO to Silverton, CO
Like the East Texas trip, but obviously much more scenic. Some breathtaking views through the San Jose mountain range. Took this ride in the late 90s when I was in high school. I remember marvelling at the random snowbanks in the shady parts of the mountains even though it was summer.

Non-US rides

Chihuaha, Mexico to El Fuerte, Mexico
Took this train thru the Copper Canyon in the Sierra Madre mountain range of Northern Mexico in 1990. I don't think it would be too safe today, which is sad. This was a two week trip and we'd stay in small towns populated by Tarahumara. I remember so many rock formations and small crafted things sold at the train stations. Once in a lifetime trip.

I also took a trip on the Cairnes Kurunda railway in Australia back in 1995. The apex of the trip was an aboriginal performance in a forest before we turned back around.

[The Argonaut]

I really hope this works out for you, Jorge. I've regretted not taking the train trip I was planning for last spring

[Jorge]

Interesting video here about the experience



I'm a little worried about space. At my height and, uh, girth, the roomette is gonna be very uncomfortable, and the bedroom is just way too expensive (more than double)

But I guess comfort isn't really the point for this kind of journey

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[dad]

that's a bummer you can't fit your junk in the roomette.