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Karanda railway


Nearly every tourist does the railway trip up the mountains through the rainforest to Karanda.  We were no exception.


It twists and turns its way up the mountain.


Over steep gorges and past waterfalls.


Barron falls have an impressive drop and an unimpressive amount of water flowing over them. I thought these ladies posing in front of the falls looked better.


And eventually arrives at Karanda railway station, with its over-the-top display of greenery.

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  1. Classic photographs of that curve and bridge, lovely portrait too.

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    1. The portrait was a chance shot.

      The classic photos are as you say .... classic.

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  2. The last time I took this train was as a child 30 years ago. Glad to see that the train at least has not changed much.

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    1. I don't think it has changed a lot over many years ... just the train pulling these days is a diesel instead of a steam train.

      I don't think we rode the train when we were kids but we did see the railway station at Karanda. I suspect we drove there to save money.

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  3. Great photos. I have never been that far up north but its on the long long list of places to visit.

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  4. I agree the ladies were a better picture than the falls. The falls are good in the wet season.

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    1. Friends told me they were there after days of rain and it was very impressive.

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