Trains, boats and planes


This is the next instalment of my Special Moments, Magic Memories series for the 2022 A to Z Blog Challenge.

It’s not so much that there’s lots of WOW in most journeys by train, boat or plane – or car, or bus- which overall is probably a good thing as it would more likely be an OMG rather than a WOW. Still, if you want to go anywhere much, there’s got to be transport other than Shank’s Pony (walking), especially when you live on a big island.

TRAINS

It’s probably appropriate that trains lead the phrase, as my family inheritance is inextricably linked to railways. I have four generations back on dad’s paternal line, and four on my mother’s paternal line, including each of my parents. Maybe I should have job-hunted with Queensland Rail 😉

We didn’t live close enough to the train station for it to be a common mode of daily transport in my youth. Instead, trains were mostly reserved for holidays when dad’s railway pass would see us travel to North Queensland where mum could revisit the friends of her youth. So some particular memories:

  • Did I or didn’t I travel on the steam train to Townsville as a small girl? I have memories that suggest I did but perhaps it was only a local train to meet up for a picnic lunch with mum’s friend. I remember the windows being open and needing to have coal dust removed from my eye with a damp hankie.
  • I know that we did several trips on the much vaunted Sunlander, an airconditioned diesel train that went from Brisbane to Cairns, though we always finished the journey at Townsville. It would leave Brisbane late at night, arrive at Bundaberg for breakfast and Rockhampton for lunch, when dad would dash from the train to the best fisho in Rocky (dad had all the best tips from his railway colleagues on the train). I emulated his way of jumping off one time and got a bit of a bollocking from him and the guard because apparently I’d landed on the wrong foot and could have slid under the train. Didn’t try that again! Leaving Rocky with a full tummy was sleep inducing but so was the boring, flat country north. There’d be the sugar cane fields burning and the smell that came from the processing plants. Then Townsville for breakfast by which stage you’d feel very wobbly from travelling. You can read more here if you’re so inclined.
  • On one trip, I clearly remember we crossed the Burdekin River in flood with the waters lapping the sleepers. Dad reckoned the fireman had pushed what he thought was a log away from the sleepers, only to find it was a crocodile. Possible, but was it a tall yarn?
  • Our first few trips to Europe involved a Eurail Pass so we did what many did, and planned some overnighters for the longer sectors. Shut the door of the sleeping compartment, and lie doggo and hope no one else joined you 😉 That didn’t help when it was time for customs and ticket inspections at frequent intervals during the journey…they got very tedious.
  • Or the time on a packed train when the bloke opposite was cracking bugs on his leg (eerk!) or another tried to stroke my leg. I think that’s the point when the corridor was more appealing than the cabin.
  • Or when some dummy (who, me?) read the destination sign on the train to Vienna incorrectly. We did eventually get there after a day in Salzburg. Oops.
  • Or warning Miss 6 and Miss 4 about the “spit” train when catching the underground in London.

Minor adventures but ones that have gone into family lore.

PLANES

In the 1970s, there was one road that went anywhere in Papua New Guinea and that was the Highlands Highway – rough, scary with trucks etc (but not as scary as now with raskols), and tedious. Consequently planes became our “bus” when we travelled.

  • My first flight ever was when I was 19 or 20 with a uni friend who’d just got his private pilot’s licence. No fear of single-engine aircraft for me.
  • My second flight was leaving Brisbane, and family and friends, in tears just after we were married.
  • A rather disturbing flight when we landed in Losuia on the Trobriand Islands with five minutes of fuel left, thanks to cloud and a small hill somewhere between us and the airstrip. I think the pilot had a stiff drink after that.
  • The sound of aircraft circling overhead as people in our small town searched for a plane that had disappeared. Crashed with all on board including a young family. Sobering and sad. In fact, that makes me realise it would have been this very week in 1970 as the search teams were up over Anzac Day. Mr Cassmob was the last to see the plane leave.
  • Bringing our infant daughter home as the pilot scared the cockatoos from the trees we were so low -Mr Cassmob saw country he’d never laid eyes on before even though he’d flown on that route many times.
  • Flights when the skies were green with thunder and lightning…oh well, we were together.
  • A couple of near misses on audit flights meant Mr Cassmob gave up being the Education Dept’s auditor.
  • Landing in a cracker of a storm in Bangkok, ditto lightning and green skies, with the runway awash with water. Those getting off wished us luck. Thanks guys!
  • Taking flying lessons on the Grumman Tiger in Moresby and watching the Qantas Jumbo lumber into the sky like a pelican, and landing as if it was easy peasy.
  • The pilot who nearly overshot the length of the runway in Moresby as his passengers who lived there, “hit the brakes”. We knew he was running out of room. Next stop? The road.
  • Being offered membership of the Mile High Club by some old bloke on a charter flight on a Bristol Freighter, Goroka to Moresby. No thanks!
  • Miss 6 and Miss 4 flying unaccompanied to Brisbane from Port Moresby. They were so familiar with flying that on the return leg they gave our friends,, who were visiting, tips on what to do.

BOATS

Nose to the breeze, Norway 1974.

You might think I’d have a nautical streak considering I have three generations of Scottish merchant seamen on mum’s side as well as Irish fishermen. While we’ve done our share of ferries and similar, we’ve never had a crack of sailing, even though the opportunities were there in Port Moresby and Darwin. Instead we’ve settled for tourist trips on the water. I loved fishing villages long before I knew of my family inheritance and can happily spend ages taking photos or just enjoying the ambience.

  • If I’m on a boat, ferry or ship and it’s rough you’ll often find me out on the open deck, nose to the wind and loving it, but pleased I have no responsibility.
  • On a very rough trip Cairns to Green Island, everyone but dad and one crew member was violently ill – I still remember the boat dipping from side to side. Put dad on a millpond and he’d be the one who was sick. Weird.
  • If the pandemic passes and covid becomes less risky, will we ever re-consider a cruise? I’m not sure. I did a genealogy cruise around Australia on a humungous Royal Caribbean liner and we did a cruise Athens-Istanbul on a smaller Oceania ship. While I can see the fun on the big ships, I think the smaller passenger numbers suit us better.

Do you prefer planes or boats or trains? Have you ever done a cruise and did you enjoy it?

Any funny or scary stories?


14 thoughts on “Trains, boats and planes

  1. I’ve never taken a train. Planes plenty enough, and yes I’ve been on cruises. I enjoyed them but given the fallout in the cruising industry and a bad experience trying to get our money refunded during COVID cancellations, I will not be cruising again.

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    1. Now that’s a Wow for me! I never imagined someone wouldn’t have been on a train. We make so many assumptions in life, don’t we?!
      How frustrating Re the cruise reimbursement. I hope they gave you a refund eventually.

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  2. I”ve enjoyed the few train rides I’ve taken… the planes not so much. You are such a dare devil… who knew? I’m the happiest when the wheels are finally on the ground when I do have to fly. We have never taken a cruise… hubby isn’t interested in that, and I”m not sure I want to be out so far that I can’t see land. I can’t imagine seeing how big the waves really are when you are way out on a big boat. An alligator on your train… oh my.

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    1. That’s funny because I don’t feel at all like a daredevil eg I really don’t like mountain edges and can imagine downhill skiing for that reason…all what you’re used to I guess.

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  3. Your memory really is amazing Pauleen. I went on the first Genealogy cruise around New Zealand. In those days I knew nobody in the genie world. I went twin share with a genie I was matched with and through a FB page met a genie who had similar things in common. The three of us had a fabulous time. I’m sure however, since covid. I wouldn’t go on another cruise.

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    1. It was fun in the genie cruises wasn’t it? You were very brave sharing and going when you didn’t know anyone. I was already blogging, and I forget what # cruise it was, but it was like old mates week meeting fellow bloggers. GeniAus was great introducing me to shipboard life and processes.

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    1. Anne, it’s the eventful ones that stick in the memory, not the normal ones 😉 Flying in PNG was quite often eventful and you became somewhat fatalistic.

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  4. I love all forms of travel. The overnight train trip from Xian to Beijing in a ‘soft’ sleeper (ha ha) was the most exciting. I liked cruises, Hawaii and Mediterranean were highlights. I liked the ones where you get off every day. Doubt I’ll ever do another. The scariest flight was in Vietnam. Everyone cheered when we landed (with relief). Your flights in New Guinea sound way past my comfort zone.

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    1. Funnily enough I’ve had no urge to travel to China so I’ve missed the pleasure of their sleepers 🙂 I hadn’t been fussed about Hawaii but friends’ feedback, like yours, make it tempting. Your Vietnam flight sounds very similar to our Bangkok one…I hope it was the weather not the pilots.

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  5. Dear Cassmob, we’ve done some good travelling! A train WOW for me was the ride from Oslo to Bergen through the snow- and ice-covered mountains.
    I still jealous you your having flown in a VC10 and a Bristol Freighter and having actually flown a Grumman Tiger. Waah! Not fair! 🙂
    Boats? I recall, when we lived in Milne Bay in PNG, my father taking mid-teens me with him on a schools inspection trip on a government trawler. The waves were short and steep and the boat was pitching and rolling. The cook served tinned brains for lunch. Dad said “if you’re going to be sick, go to leeward.” Sound advice!

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    1. Tinned brains at any time is a pewksome thought! I think your dad and mine would have enjoyed rough waters at sea.
      I think I was too tired to fully appreciate the Oslo-Bergen train. And as for planes, you’ve got the Catalina and others.

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