I love travelling by train but I'm not very good at it. There's something about the gentle rocking motion that quickly lulls me to sleep so I miss all the good bits.

Years ago, my mum and I took the TranzAlpine from Christchurch to Greymouth, a journey lauded for its epic mountain scenery.

It was early in the morning, I was young and foolish, and I slept through most of it. I'll have to take her word for it, but Mum says it was pretty spectacular.

Luckily this issue we have two stories from people without mild narcolepsy about some of the world's other great rail journeys - Canada's Rocky Mountaineer and Japan's bullet trains. I'll read with interest.


As you read this, my mum and I are making our way up the Seine on a Uniworld cruise. I promise to keep my eyes open.