Mataroa jigger garage sits alone, the train crosses an old steel-framed girdered bridge Church spires reach skyward and plunging into tunneled darkness, ferns and Blackberry grab at the carriage. Hihitahi, a one house town, and a beautiful, fast-Flowing river. Down brown valleys where no roads roam
Suddenly bursting onto the plain where the army lives. The Army Museum stands Grey and fortress-like, both in design and in intent. No soldier-boy waiting to catch a Ride today. A tee-pee tent is the only colourful event.
An American tourist wanders around the carriage with a digital camera
and a string of trashy medals
Dead gorse hangs towards the tracks
A dead sheep rots in a bog
Two horses canter comically away
as our train approaches
A large power sub-station and geo-thermal plant
Can be seen as we cross another steel-framed bridge at Tangiwai
A real railway town, rows of old railway houses
A ZP wagon with NY-style graffiti on a siding.
the station burned by vandals