TransAlpine

Jackamy
Paul & Derry Harper
Sat 21 Aug 2010 00:20
 
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Saturday 21 st August
 
We caught the 8.15 am train from Christchurch, a journey 223.8 Kilometers long taking four and a half hours.
 
The TranzAlpine scenic train travels between Christchurch and Greymouth, from one coast to the other, and from the Pacific Ocean to the Tasman Sea.The train speeds across the Canterbury Plains, at 750,000 hectares, they are New Zealand's largest area of flat land, followed by spectacular gorges and hills, a climb made possible by three large viaducts the highest being the staircase at 73 meters and through 16 tunnels. 
                                   
  
      
The train emerges into the broad Waimakariri Valley, the ice-fed Waimakariri River is the longest of the North Canterbury Rivers, flowing for 151 kilometers from the Southern Alps to the Pacific Ocean.   
Darfield is the main town between Christchurch and the West Coast. It has a particular weather phenomenon where it often has an arch of cloud above it caused by the condensation of water particles channeled upwards over the Southern Alps.
                              
  
  
We sat opposite Rosemary and her daughter Sarah; Rosemary had emigrated to New Zealand from Britain in 1958 at the age of 22, Sarah had won the train tickets and they chose the day after Rosemary's birthday to take the trip.
The train stopped briefly at Arthurs Pass for us to get off for a while, it then enters the longest tunnel, the 8.5 kilometer 'Otira', burrowing under the mountains to the west coast. The pass was named after Arthur Dudley Dobson who led the first party of Europeans across it in 1864.
                                     
  
                                         
  
  
The western side is just as stunning, with the Otira,Taramakau and Grey River Valleys.
                                      
  
  
We arrived at Greymouth at 12.45 pm and picked up a hire car
We got into Greymouth at 12.45 pm and picked up a hire car, we then drove along the west coast stopping for lunch at Ross a town that time has forgotten arriving at Franz Josef Village late afternoon.