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1st class


This is a first class dining carriage but we also got to peep through the windows of other amazing carriages like the state Governer's carriage, the Premier's carriage and the Railway Commissioners carriage -- very classy indeed.

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  1. The romance of rail travel, i am a sucker for it. I am enjoying your series, any engines coming up?

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  2. How much I would like to do a train journey in this kind of carriage. In its simplicity it's so elegant. But alas, I only own Converse and Boyfriend cut jeans with holes, ;-).
    Nice photo! Transports the elegance very well.

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  3. as a kid I travelled up and down the north coast on a train and the high light was eating in the dinning car... oh the memories.... Thanks for this great pictures :)

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  4. This is lovely! I haven't spend more than 16 hours on a train but would love to make a long journey with many stops on the way. My ultimate dream is the Rovos Rail in South Africa! :-)

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  5. It has bigger windows than the Indian Pacific. Where is this museum? Did I miss a post?

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  6. We are more egalitarian nowadays.

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