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STRAP
THE GHAN
FOR MANY
AUSTRALIANS,
TRAVELLING ON
THE GHAN IS A WAY
TO GRASP THE
IMMENSITY OF
THEIR NATION
DAY 1
ADELAIDE
What is the longest thing moving in the
world at the precise moment you read this?
A jumbo jet? An oil tanker? Disqualifying
phenomena like glaciers and tectonic plates,
the answer is likely to be a train, and quite
likely an Australian train, crawling across
the outback on the far side of the world.
Australia has the record for the worlds
longest train (4.5 miles) and though the
service on the platform of Adelaide Station
one crisp autumn morning measures a
comparatively measly half a mile, it is
still in the tradition of truly whopping,
postcode-straddling Australian trains.
This particular train is the Ghan, the
luxury sleeper service renowned as the
Orient Express of the Antipodes.
The train readies for departure, and
passengers potter along the platform with
their luggage in tow some board golf
buggies to reach the remoter carriages. On
board, uniformed staff shuttle guests to their
quarters: those with cabins at the front end
of the Ghan will have already travelled half
a mile of the 1,851 miles between Adelaide
and our final destination, Darwin, a threeday journey north across the continent.
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THE GHAN
DAY 2
ALICE SPRINGS
THE GHAN
MIDDLE OF
NOWHERE
The view from the Ghan is mostly
featureless: big desert, big skies, everything
sweating in furnace-hot temperatures.
Every so often, the train passes a cow
standing in a remote, godforsaken spot.
The cow invariably has a look of intense
confusion, as if trying to remember how it
came to be here in the first place. At other
times we pass termite mounds in clusters,
like an outback Stonehenge. But mostly the
emptiness is total. You can take a nap and
wake up hours later to precisely the same
view. On certain stretches of the journey,
passing a tree counts as a minor event.
Then, at around five oclock each day,
something miraculous and wonderful
happens. With sunset, the cracked earth
turns a deep red colour, and the landscape
suddenly becomes wildly beautiful.
It is a transformation as pronounced as
frog-to-Prince Charming, or Cinderella
going to the ball. With each passing
minute, the reds intensify. Ochre turns
to vermillion, and blinding sun gives way
DAY 3
DARWIN
On the final day on the Ghan, we awake
to an altogether different, green landscape,
of tropical fruit plantations, mangrove