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Sunday, 09 May 2010

Magic on the tracks



I was listening to some Afrikaans songs tonight when "Trans Karoo" came on. Ah... memories...



Tchuk-tchuk- tchuck-tchuk, Clickety-clack... clickety clack.... one of the best lullabies a child can sleep to as the train rocks gently on the tracks. As I slept, I was concious of pulling into midnight middle-of-nowhere stations and the quiet fuss of loading up fresh coal and passengers.

Come morning, the call of the stewardess, "Coffee, tea, Milo?" That is still used in our home. For once, I wasn't interested in what was being served. I'd push up the window, resting forearms on the sill and leaning out as far as I could, I wanted to see the huge locomotive in front, gaze in awe at upcoming tunnels that secretly terrified me. Gran would get annoyed at the soot she'd have to clean off my clothes then. Looking back, I'd see the long red and beige train snaking behind.


The bathrooms were an adventure in themselves and the tiny metal washbasins. Going to the dining car was a journey of unbelievable excitement and trepidation. Crossing the concertina joins between carriages required a huge amount of courage and the comforting hand of an adult. White linen table cloths, linen serviettes and heavy silver cutlery. I can't, for the life of me, remember the food. I think I had my nose pressed to the window.

The train whistle blows, then Parrrp... parrrp... Khssshhhhhh.... we pull into the station. There's the fuss of pulling cases down, checking nothing is left, the noisy compartment door crashing open. I look out the windows in the passage for the last time. The train empties out onto the smooth concrete platform. Train stations always seem to have ornate metal supports and rails, red brick or cream and grey buildings and pretty gardens.


14 comments:

  1. you put those memories to words perfectly, I can hear that train and smell that soot..and feel the clickity clack...sigh...

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  2. Great story, and well told. What memories to cherish!

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  3. Wonderfully described, Tint!!! Beautiful... I'll be revisiting this one several times, for sure. Awesome and evocative. Loooove it!

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  4. Wonderful memories! Reminds me of some train journeys I took, long ago.

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  5. Fantastic! Brings back the memories!

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  6. Wow... Thank you for taking me on the journey with you! =D
    P.S I feel like a fake SA'n... I couldn't remember the words to the song! *Cries*

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  7. Thanks everyone... when I wrote this, I felt every clack of the wheels on the tracks, a sound that's always evoked good feelings for me. With trains, it isn't hard to get back 'into' the feeling.

    Tat, knowing all the words doesn't make you less of a SAn, just like knowing all the words to hymns makes you any more of a Christian ; ) You'll know what I mean there.

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  8. I didn't know the words either Tat - I'm wayyyyyy tooooo young ;)

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  9. Just gorgeous, Tint. I love traveling by train. Some of the best sleeping of my life. I love your memories, too. Just beautiful.

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  10. Strangely, when visiting Brazil, we took an overnight train to Rio (that train no longer exists... they're not great train people here) and I couldn't sleep a wink, but any other train... good sleeping.

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  11. That was wonderful! Great writing and the videos are so enjoyable too. We saw a movie a while back set in the Karoo. "Land of Thirst". Beautiful. Trains are the best.

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  12. Thank you, Ien. As Kippy can attest, the desert has a beauty that is breathtaking in its own way.

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