The light rain created an eery mist around the Train Lodge as we climbed into old wooden coach No 1 on Sunday morning.Dressed warmly and carrying our snacks and drinks we waited for the train to leave.

You cannot describe the wonderment of hearing that old train start up and chug out of the station.

The sound of a steam train is not something you hear anymore. I got goosebumps and was so excited when the train tooted, leaving the station in Cape Town and headed out on her journey. You can feel ...
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