This morning at 8:54 after running an errand in Waikanae town, I was idling at the traffic lights on SH1 to return home (waiting at the level crossing lights), when the oncoming train siren alerted me of something different. The hooter was not the regular suburban train sound, so I peered ahead between the waiting cars.
Not the expected posh grey electric unit – a bright yellow KiwiRail. Memories from three and a half years in February 2011 floated back…
(Above): Sitting on Wellington station early morning waiting for the Overlander to leave. There is only one trip each day.
(Above): A picture of a trans-country “Overlander” entering a tunnel on the day-long trip which we enjoyed the day before St Valentine’s Day 2011 from Wellington to Auckland
(Above): One of our fellow-travellers who pretended to have a little-boy train-driver aspirations at one of the stops en route to Auckland.
Wait.
There’s someone behind me with his hand on the hooter. Goodness gracious – While I’ve been daydreaming and reminiscing about 2011, the traffic in front of me has started moving off and Mr Hooter behind me is impatient…
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