TRAIN TRAVEL means two things to me:
- either 1. bumming across Europe on a Eurail, riding third class, sleeping bag rolled out on the floor for the overnights, deciphering those faded yellow schedule charts at each station, 23:48 Ventimiglia -> 06:11 Port Bou.
- or 2. “historic” tracks, often narrow gauge, repackaged for a “tourist experience,” like La Trochita — I rode from Esquel to Nahuelpan and back — with wood-burning stove, Mapuche guitarist, and mate.
Both are novel to me, probably because trains just aren’t done in modern America. I might even make a special trip to ride a good one. Below are some that would be in the running.