Rattling down the ancient rails a scene time forgot, puffing black smoke billows from it's funnel and mixes with the white cloudy sky overhead. The quiet country station welcomes it's long lost friend, arching it's veranda out to welcome the excited passengers enjoying their historic travel across the New Zealand country side. How proud the large black boiler chugs into the quaint little whistle stop pulling his precious cargo in emerald green carriages of yesteryear's charm.
"All Aboard!", you want to shout and hear the whistle blow it's long forgotten tune across the fresh valley air. What fun to ride upon the rails in such grand style and comfort, to sit back and watch the rolling green sheep filled fields and majestic mountain ranges pass you by. An adventure from our history, like excited toddlers fond of Thomas we all want a ticket to ride.