![]() ![]() Writing in his introduction he says that some people view a travel book as a type of novel, and that others who have turned little trips into huge odysseys where self-dramatization or invention is inevitable, but Paul sets out to not to take a long journey as an inspiration to write, but simply write about the journey whilst he's on it. ![]() Reading Paul Theroux's epic rail journey from a snowy Boston all the way down to the vast emptiness of the Patagonian plateau has certainly opened my eyes as to what's possible, it was a great pleasure, but not without pitfalls. I do however recall the nostalgic memory of my first ever train ride aged about five, sitting on board just prior to departure I was excited and couldn't keep still, waiting for something extraordinary to happen, but the most euphoria I got was when the train shot through a tunnel for all of 30 seconds, other than that I gazed out yonder at the passing English countryside, munching on a bag of sweets wondering what all the fuss was about. ![]() Apart from the occasional quick dash on the Metro, I haven't had much of a train life, as never really needed them. ![]()
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