Imagine living out in the middle of nowhere, 1000 kilometers from anywhere. Nothing to see but flat horizon all around. A few prefab huts… and a slender steel ribbon disappearing in both directions, your only link to places east and west. Every day or so the behemoths trundle past with their long trail of passengers and cargo, but they don’t stop. Once a week, however, your train comes, and your small collection of neighbours gathers and becomes a village marketplace as the mini community restocks, banks, and collects mail from the Tea and Sugar train.
It was good to poke around the engines and carriages of this piece of history at the Port Adelaide Railway Museum.
2 thoughts on “Tea and Sugar Train”
Wonderful for me, WonderingPilgrim: but also my husband Phil, a train buff. A little bit of history we have never seen before. Thank you!
If I ever came to the UK I’d be tempted to spend all my time around railway museums.Just call me a train tragic.