I’ve just been to Montreal and back – on a train. The journey was over ten hours each way – and I loved it. 

The view from the last carriage

Seriously – I did. 

It’s a great way to see a new country. And there was SO much to see. 

The trip passed really quickly – well, apart from the time the man asleep in the seat across the aisle was snoring. And the hour long wait at the US-Canada border while officials checked out every passenger was a bit dull. Which was good. The last thing I want is an ‘interesting’ border crossing. 

Anywhere. 

Ever. 

Leaving New York I was underground, or at least in a cutting most of the way. The gleaming towers of the city are hidden and I’m surrounded by dark, grease stained iron beams and bare concrete walls, liberally decorated with graffiti. Read the rest of this entry »