An epic journey from New Zealand to Spain, celebrating the enduring romance of travel by train.
The journey of The Antipodean Express takes in 89 days of travel, on 33 trains, through 19 countries. It begins in New Zealand's North Island, weaves past the volcanoes of Java, through East Asia and on into Europe. From hilarious miscommunications in China to cultural immersion at the Bolshoi Ballet, there are stop-offs with half a world’s worth of impressions, people, history, food, music and culture. Hill also describes most of the great trains of the Eurasian hemisphere, from New Zealand’s Northern Explorer to the Eurostar, and everything in between.
The culmination is a day spent in the obscure Spanish village of Alaejos, locating the exact antipode of the author’s living room. The perfect end to a vast adventure.
ok so you know how NZers go on about how everyone knows everyone here...
I wanted to read this book because it's got trains, antipodes, and New Zealand. All things I like.
Starting to read, it turned out that the author and his wife are both in the NZSO. So, that's why their photos look familiar then.
Then he starts the book with a photo from his living room, to show where the journey starts. AND IT'S NEXT DOOR TO WHERE I LIVE. (well, basically). A very familiar view regardless!
And I've never heard any strains of French Horn wafting through the forest!
This book is about a journey with some similarities to one I did last year, and in past journeys I've travelled on several of the trains they did, even stayed in the same Bangkok hotel they did. Unlike me, Gregory and Anne left with a definite goal in mind: to visit the spot directly opposite their Wellington home, a wheat field in a fairly unprepossessing Spanish town of 1300 people. They also had a time limit - Anne had to come back to work, so they gave themselves 89 days. This may be why they did so much planning, or maybe they are just that sort of people, but they had each day planned before they left, with guides and nice hotels booked.
The trip is wherever possible by train, traversing Australia, Indonesia (which the author makes sound more interesting than I suspected), then up through mainland Asia and across Russia before catching a non-stop train to Paris and turning left for Spain. They took an extended side trip in China to Tibet. Each day is presented as a separate chapter, with plenty of pictures - the days they travelled without stopping provided the author some challenges to come up with new materials, but he'd often describe a new station or give a brief history of places they passed through. These little historical bits were good to have, without being too much.
I liked reading about life on the train, but it was good that they got off and looked around, rather than making this a race. They visit galleries, classical music venues (they are classical musicians themselves), churches, undertake a few physical activities and, very importantly, visit restaurants - I got quite hungry reading about many of their meals. The place they visit that reads as the most magical is around Lake Baikal - somewhere I have long wanted to go, but can't in present circumstances. They spent three days on or near lakeside, find a steam train, eat wonderful food: the way these chapters are written makes me wonder if they were a highlight for the author as well.
All in all, a very interesting and entertaining book.