Northern Express

Today, I took the train to Wellington. It’s just a short stroll from the motel to the train station. In Waimarino, everything is a short stroll. Except, starting points of hikes. 

Was way to early at the train station, but there is a little café, restaurant, actually. Had a goed coffee and the best omlette EVER! Feta and chives, fluffy, tasty. With toast and mountain relish. Took the time to enjoy every bite!

Lateron, at the platform, two canadians and a frenchmen were also waiting for the train. At this spot, the driver changes. Thus, the driver who would breng us to Wellington stood there with us for a while. Nice to here all the insides. He, actually, was Australian, compared a lot between the two countries. It’s not really comparable, isn’t it? (He called himthelf a driver. How would you call somebody who drives trains in UK English?)

With a little more than half an hour delay, the train arrived. We dropped our luggage in the last wagon and looked for our places in the carriges. Big windows, even a part of the roof. And the first carrige is just a platform to watch the landscape passing by. Mountains, woods, creeks, canons, rivers, fields, little villages. Really enjoyable. Had some wine and cheese along the way. Laid back, relaxed.