Monday, February 8, 2016

The Train from Mandalay


#Orange vendors at Hsipaw station. The regionis known in Myanmar for the quality of its fruit and vegetables | Route: Mandalay to Hispaw, Myanmar; Miles: 130; Notable passengers: Shan princes travelling to their palaces at Hsipaw; Dining car: none, but Burmese street food at most stations; Sit on: the left-hand side, for the best views from the Gokteik viaduct

OPENING up to the outside world after years of obscurity, Myanmar is a country changing at supersonic speed-fortunately, it s rickety railway network remains a resolutely snail-paced affair. What it lacks in speed it more than makes up for in character – in particular the train from Mandalay towards the old royal city of Hsipaw. Setting out from Myanmar’s second city before dawn, the train climbs through green hills draped with morning mists, stopping at stations where hawkers sell breakfast noodles through the windows. Around an hour after sunrise, it trundles into the old British hill station of Pyin Oo Lwin (Maymyo) – home to tumbledown colonia townhouse and a wonderfully kept botanical garden. Those of a nervous disposition should get off here: after leaving Pyin Oo Lwin the train creaks at glacial speed across the Gokteik Viaduct – a steel span that was once the highest bridge in the British Empire. There are no sides on the bridge, but those who can stomach leaning out the window are richly rewarder: an unobstructed view of jungle canopies, cliffs with circling birds of prey and a sludge-brown river flowing far down below.

Rail trips in Myanmar can only be booked at the station of departure; expect to pay around $30 for first class return ticket to Hsipaw.

Friday, January 8, 2016

High Speed to Barcelona


#TGV Duplex trains are capable of travelling at speeds of up to 199mph |Route: London to Barcelona | Miles: 946 | Notable passengers : George Orwell (when trains were much slower) | Dining car: TGVs have a buffet car serving risottos, croquet monsieurs and French wines | sit on: the top deck on the left-hand side, for the best views of the Mediterranean coast


ON paper, a train to Barcelona surely beats a flight: no scrum for the best seats on board, no tedious wait for departure after you have checked in. until recently, the sheer length of the journey made it impractical, but now there’s no real excuse not to take the train: a newly opened high-speed rail link from Paris to the Catalan city means it’s possible to reach Barcelona from London in around 10 hours-three hours faster than previously possible. Begin by catching an early morning Eurostar service to Paris, before changing for the direct ‘Duplex’ service to Barcelona – a double decker train that can go faster than a jumbo jet on takeoff. Reserve a seat on the upper deck for views of Rhone Valley vineyards, crumbling chateaux, hilltop villages and Mediterranean lagoons (keep an eye out for flamingos), before the tain slips past the Pyrenees on its final approach to Barcelona Sants station.

London to Paris Eurostar trains take around 2 hours 20 minutes, and it’s roughly 6½ hours from Paris to Barcelona on the TGV (visit the website :uk.voyages-sncf.com).

Tuesday, December 8, 2015

STRASBOURG, FRANCE A table of two cities

# one of the Pont Couverts trio of 13th-century towers
STRASBOURG could be forgiven for having an identity crisis. Hugging the eastern border of France, the Alsatian Capital is a fusion of French and German culture, from the pastel hued houses perched above winding canals to the hearty cuisine. The late winter is an ideal time for a brisk stroll around the historic Grande lie. The World-Heritage-listed cit ycentre is indeed a large island and the medieval Notre-Dame cathedral looms at its core. For an eye opener into life in the 18th and 19th centuries, head to the Musee Alsacien – rickety staircases lead up through three interconnecting town houses, with more than 1,000 exhibits on display-including kitchen equipment, children’s toys and colourful furniture. There’s more history to revel in at the Cour du Corbeau – a 16th-century coaching inn, accessed through an impressive original courtyard.
Built in 1580 and beautifully restored, the Cour du Corbeau was once a favourite of royalty, and has open-air timbered walkwasy leading to rooms decorated wit h18th-century (cour-corbeau.com).
Local institution Chez Yvonne serves classics like smoked sausage wit hsauerkraut, and chicken in Riesling sauce (restaurant-chez-yvonne.net).
The Musee Alsacien is open 10am-6pm, daily except Tuesdays *musees.strasbourg.eu.
Ryanair flies to Strasbourg from Stansted and easyjet is soon to fly from Gatwick. Strasbourg is six hours by train from London, changing in Paris *eurostar.com

Saturday, November 7, 2015

Salar de Tara


#A flock of Jame’s flamingos feeds on tiny organisms in the Salar de Tara-part of a nature reserve they share with the related Andean flamingos and Chilean flamingos

It’s sunrise a Salar de Tara and the salt lake is aflutter with flamingos. There a thousands of them, long slender legs wading through metallic blue waters. They move in waves, flighty as though an electric current bites when they linger too long. The wind stirs from its slumber, whipping the water into a dance. Alongside the salt lake, hundreds of llamas pick their way through tufty yellow pastures. They look with long-lashed eyes down velvet noses, seemingly haughty, their ears pricking at the crunch of salt underfoot.

Bordered by barren Altiplanic mountains and bisected by the Tropic of Capricorn, this wetland sits within the Reserva Nacional Los Flamencos on the eastern fringe of the Atacama, in a nook between the borders of Bolivia and Argentina. It’s zone of permanent and seasonal lakes-but extending westwards and covering an area nearly the size of England is a region known as the driest on Earth. Nowhere, save for the icy anomaly of Antarctica, receives less rainfall. Indeed, in great swathes of this desert, rain has never been recorder. Its cracked, dusty landscape is somewhere between lunar and Martian, unable to support plant or animal.

Yet throughout the desert, pockets of life do exist. The Hamas around Salar de Tara are owned by shepherds who herd them as the season dictate. The shepherds are Atacamenos, mainly descended from settled here more than 3,000 years ago. They live in ayllus-small indigenous communities-on hillsides and in gorges served by ephermeral streams, cultivating crops on terraces dug out by their forbears, and tending to goats, sheep and llamas. Folklore still blows through these oases like the Atacama’s gentle Pacific breeze, a rich mythology that connects these people to their nomadic ancestors, and to the extraordinary landscape that they inhabit.

A Volcanic Temperament

‘Licanbur is a price and Quimal is a a princess,’ says Atacameno guide Rosa Ramos Colque, speaking slowly and deliberately, and gesturing to each of the mountains in turn .the peaks face off across the Salar de Atacama, on which she stands – a vast sea of salt encompassing more than 1,200 square miles, to the west of Salar de Tara. The peaks of Licancabur and Quimal are some 50 miles apart, but such is the clarity of the air, they appear closer. Alongside the perfectly pyramidal snow-splashed volcano of Licancabur is another mountain, conspicuous for its fla top. It looks a s though its peak has been removed, possibly severed; mythology asserts exactly that. ‘Juriques, Prince Licancabur’s companion, was once just perfect, with a head too,’ says Rosa. ‘That was, until he seduced Princess Quimal.’

The volcano legends are known by all in these parts; versions vary, but any that followed this betrayal. Quimal’s father Lascar – an amorphous mountain standing to the east, almost equidistant, beheaded Juriques and exiled Quimal across the salt flat. Such behavior certainly fits the profile. Lascar is the most active volcano in the Central Andean section of the Pacific’s Ring of Fire – in 1993, it dispatched a grittsoud of tephra as far as Buenos Aires, 900 miles to the southeast, and it has made its presence known several times already this century. Lincancabur was heartbroken at Quimal’s banishment. Shedding tears that  the centuries accumulate into the lake cradled in its crater.

Such legends are indicative of an wavering reverence; in the Atacama, volcanoes are both providers and destroyers. The ancient Atacamenos built villages from volcanic stone in spots where rater runs down their steep slopes, while the centuries, dispersed volcanic with has helped to fertilise parts of this otherwise barren landscape. Forty-five minutes southeast of the regional hub of sun Pedro de Atacama, two villages sit below Lascar’s smoking crater. They’re with called Talabre. Rather than a lack of ragination, the duplication stems from another eruption of Lascar in the 1970s. the volcano contaminated the original Talabre’s water, lacing the river wit ash;

Wednesday, October 7, 2015

Marshal Tito’s Blue Train

#Marshal Tito often held official meetings on his train, and travelled on it as far afield as Paris |Route: Belgrade, Serbia, to Bar, Montenegro | Miles: 296 | Notable passengers: Nehru, Haile Selassie and Colonel Gaddafi, among others | Dining car: four-course dinners, accompanied by Balkan wines | Sit on: the righ-hand side, for view of the Moraca valley approaching Podgorica

ONCE you’ve bumped off your enemies and renamed a town after your mum, the only thing for any self-respecting dictator to do is construct your own train – dictators from Stalin to Kim Jong Il rode the rils aboard their own private wheels. One of the finest belonged to Marshal Tito, the former (and often fondly remembered) President of Yugoslavia. Mothballed for years after Tito’s death in 1980, the Blue Train recently began taking passengers from the Serbian capital Belgrade to the town of Bar on Montenegro’s Adriatic coast. The train today is much as he left it – you can visit the bedroom where he napped, and eat in a dining car decorated with photos of illustrious former passengers (including Queen Elizabeth). The landscapes outside the window are equally majestic – with green river valleys down below, and limestone peaks rising high above. Be sure to raise a toast to Tito at the  Mala Rijeka viaduct-famous as the highest railway bridge in Europe, and one the engineering triumphs of the leader’s reign.

Explore Montenegro arranges travel on Tito’s train, either as part of day trip, or as part of a seven day journey through Serbia and Montenegro, staying at b&bs in Belgrade and the Montenegrin resort town of Budva (montenegroholidays.com)