No More Trains Left

I found myself at a crowded train station, packed to the brim with folks from all walks of life. Some were friends I grew up with, mucking around by the playground when I was a little boy. I spotted a few of them, and I waved. They waved back. The train platforms stretched to no…

At the Train Line’s End

As a young boy, I was fascinated by the world around me, which, at five, consisted of my neighbourhood. One longstanding interest was that of trains — in fact, I still have my collection of Thomas the Tank Engine toy trains and tracks. I would be hard at work all day piecing together different track circuits,…

Chilled Spring — Searching Switzerland

As I began to write this, I realised that most of our time in Switzerland was spent either lounging away in our rented apartment in Zermatt, or commuting between cities. Zermatt, the southernmost alpine town that lies right next to the mountainous shared border with Italy, is at least an hour’s journey by train to…

Chilled Spring — Barcelona

Whenever I try to retrieve memories from a trip, I find myself transported on board a Swiss train. There, I stand by the carriage doors with their large windows, staring at whatever the train whizzes by — acres of flattened land filled with grids of colourful spring flowers in full bloom, only to be rudely…