We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Now that's a cool thing to do.
How does it exactly work? You pick up your AK-47 with your boarding pass and then keep it until you get off?
Can you rent to own it?
Do they still use camel chips to power the boilers in those steam engines?
Do they outline on the floor in irredescent paint where to place your feet in the watercloset or is it still the old method of climbing out on the catwalk behind the caboose?
is it best to get two or three gamma globulin shots prior to the trip?
Finally do they provide warmed moist face towels before each kabob meal?
One more Q. Is there a limit on the number of gallons of hand sanitizer you can take on the trip?
OHHH HOW GRAND! This is one of three trips I have always wanted to make;ever since I was a little girl I wanted to take the train over the Khyber Pass! Thank you so much for the pictures. It means it might still be possible for me!
Apple Pie, check out these pictures I googled from somebody's trip between Argentina and Chile. We made a similar one when I was a kid in the late 60s in a turquoise Ford Falcon, that kept breaking down and getting flats on these terrifying dirt roads with hairpin bends up the mountains. One time, my dad took so long to fix the car (of course, in those days you could fix your own car) that condors began circling lower and lower waiting as my mother with wicked glee proclaimed "for tasty children for dinner" We drove hundreds and hundreds of miles, and I remember spectacular guitar players, markets with beautiful woven fabrics, humongous old cathedrals with thousands of votive candles and incense and praying Indians, llamas, dust and snowcapped mountains. As i write this I am wearing an alpaca poncho I got on the trip.
I did that trip, too, in a caboose and in the engineer's cab, between Salta and Socompa, at the Chilean border. The Tren de las Nubes has a fascinating history, built in fits and starts over a period of decades under the direction of the American engineer Richard Fontaine Maury, a descendant of the US Navy's first oceanographer Matthew Fontaine Maury. Richard Maury is buried in Campo Quijano, outside Salta.
The photos are reminiscent of that part of Argentina, aren't they?
The Andes are out of this world. even to fly over them, looking down from 30,000 feet at peaks only a few thousand feet under the plane. Vertigo, and awe, and being really really small in a little toy airplane, although it's a 747.
You two are wonderful ladies. Erudite,intellient.elegant and just rare gems. I love the energy you both radiate and the badinage we get to share.
So here's the plan..... Carmel,Ca, we meet at the hôtel pour de mauvais filles et garçons, room #501. Balcony view of the Pacific but the real alure is the masseuse/pedicurist who can turn you to the most relaxed human on the planet..then a rousing game of croquet.
I have taken the Canadian Pacific Railroad from Sicamous, B.C. to Kingston, Ont. and then Via Rail from Revelstoke to TO. At that time the passenger trains still went through Banff and Lake Louise and cross country round trip tickets were less than $200. Now there is only Via, which goes thru Edmonton. Or the Royal Canadian which is a high end trip that costs a few thousand dollars. The trains crawl thru the Canadian Rockies and then they really fly across the Prairies. The CP Hotels are in the major stops along the way and they are beautiful too. Here is a link to some of the famous train posters from days gone by.
My mom (miss her) never smoked, hardly a drink (not until she was about 70) but, she had one great passion: to see every place. She drove her second husband to Mexico City from So. Cal. in 1955. They had a new Kaiser and she needed to road test it! Oh how she would have loved that Argentina trip, she drove the Canadian Rockies so many times from every direction. But, in retrospect the Mexico City thing was pretty bold at that time!