Photo blog – the train trip
This was always going to be one of the bigger “adventures” of the trip. A lot of locals advised us against it, and we knew it was going to fall far short of palatial. But a night in an African sleeper train was too good to pass up.
Several of these photos are for the benefit of my Dad who used to work in the railway workshops, quite possibly on the very carriage we were on. I’m sure he’ll be pleased these things are still going strong!
Elijah gets set for the night.
Tim checks out the toilet
This sign unchanged since Andrew last went in the train in 1981.
This window unchanged (and possibly not cleaned) since before 1980.
Rounding a bend on the approach to Bulawayo.
Few of the carriage doors can close anymore.
The joins between carriages opening up and gaping.
Inside a compartment.