As the train pulls out of the station, and its tentative, sluggish chugs become confident clickety-clacks, it occurs to me that I have quite possibly made a terrible mistake.
I don't like trains. This is due mainly to my desire to get to any destination in the quickest way possible - and also to an unfortunate propensity for motion sickness.
Yet somehow, charmed by a friend's enthusiasm for locomotives, I have committed to spending the next 48 hours en route from Cape Town to Pretoria, South Africa, aboard Rovos Rail.
Luckily, before I can even begin to calculate the likelihood of a successful leap to the tracks, I make the acquaintance of Adam, our onboard sommelier, in the lounge car. He astutely suggests that my train trepidation might respond favorably to a glass of pinotage from a stellar South African winery.
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Adam is not wrong. As the warmth of the wine runs through me, I sink back into a plush armchair and glance out the window in time to see the iconic Table Mountain recede in the distance as we begin cutting a serpentine path toward the lush, mountain-flanked vineyards of Paarl, one of South Africa's premier wine regions.
Maybe this antiquated form of transport does have something to offer, after all.
A beautiful anachronism
Rovos Rail is a beautiful anachronism: an authentically refurbished Edwardian-style train designed to take guests back in time as it meanders through some of South Africa's least-seen but most spectacular countryside, complete with excursions to two of the country's historical highlights. And although the voyage may seem slow to some - the trip from Cape Town to Pretoria takes only two hours by plane but two days via Rovos Rail - guests aboard the company's flagship train, the Pride of Africa, are more than happy to trade haste for history. After all, it's not every day that one gets to ride a time machine on tracks.
In operation since 1989, Rovos Rail has always been more about the journey than the destination. Owner Rohan Vos has translated a lifelong passion for the lost art of train travel into a railway company that aims to provide guests with a luxurious locomotive journey that, in the company's words, recaptures "the romance and atmosphere of a bygone era" of travel. To that end, Vos has visited scrap yards and salvaged train coaches dating from as far back as the 1920s. And it is in those exquisitely restored "rescues" that guests travel across the country (or the continent; Rovos's longest trip is a 34-day voyage from Cape Town to Cairo). Trains are limited to 20 carriages and no more than 72 guests on each journey.
A few hours into the voyage, we gather with other passengers in the antique observation car; its enlarged windows and open-air balcony provide the perfect vantage point from which to view the majestic Hex River Mountains. Among the highest in the Western Cape, the peaks are peppered with fynbos, a type of shrublike, flowering vegetation native to South Africa. Because this is one of the country's best fruit-growing regions, however, the mountains' lower reaches have been planted with vineyards and fruit trees vying for sunlight and space.
Our interest in the scenery is momentarily replaced with a hankering for scones as tea is set out in the adjacent lounge car. "Don't you feel like you've stepped into a scene from that Agatha Christie classic, 'Murder on the Orient Express'?" asks a well-read guest, taking another sip of his tea while eyeing a slice of cheesecake.
"Well, my waistline's getting murdered," a woman responds ruefully as she reaches for another finger sandwich.
Oak-, mahogany- and cherry-paneled coaches, antique fixtures, handcrafted leather chairs and historic prints all conspire to subvert reality and transport passengers back to the early 20th century. Lulled by the motion of the train and too ensconced in our comfy seats to move, the rest of us lazily eye the snacks and cakes set out for tea and focus on summoning the strength to order a cocktail from the bar.
Wine and vistas
Just as the notion of a late afternoon nap begins to form in my mind, a startling change in the landscape draws me to the observation car once more. I marvel with other passengers as we leave behind the verdant mountains of the Western Cape and head into the barren, arid heart of South Africa's desert region, known as the Great Karoo. Here, ranchland replaces vineyards, and striking, rocky, pockmarked mountains command the horizon. There are no roads through these mountains; our train and the occasional group of meerkats playing in the fields are the only traffic. What is there to do but order another cocktail and enjoy the view?
Come supper time, I am beginning to regret my pre-dinner cocktails when a glance at the tempting menu informs me that each of the meal's four courses is paired with a carefully selected South African wine. (Everything on Rovos, including alcohol, is included in the ticket price.) Though I am no expert, the oohs and aahs coming from the guests at the next table as they scan the wine list tell me that I'm in for a treat. "It's like having your own personal wine tutelage," my vinifera-loving neighbors inform me.
As impressed as I am with the food and the wine, it's the Victorian-style dining car that has really captured my imagination. Lovely hand-carved teak pillars rise from the floor and fold gracefully into arches toward the ceiling. The decor is set off beautifully by frilled cream-colored lamps suspended from the ceiling; they're well positioned to highlight the exquisitely laid-out tables that are set with Rovos Rail's privately commissioned and monogrammed china and silverware.
But the most striking aspect of this epitome of elegance? It's we passengers, if I do say so myself. Although during the day our comfortable attire of shorts, T-shirts and sandals had seemed somewhat incongruous in the train's objet-d'art atmosphere, at dinner (having heeded Rovos' request for formal attire) we all look dazzling in evening gowns and suits, with a couple of men especially elegant in tuxedos.
The food does put up a good fight trying to outshine the passengers. The succession of sophisticated and beautifully plated courses confounds all expectations of what can be produced in the confines of a train galley. The key distinction between Rovos and comparable epicurean experiences I've had is generosity. Tonight, after a succulent main course of lobster, our waiters actually go around the dining car asking guests if they would like seconds. Why, oh why, did I have to fill up on wine?
On this antiquated form of transport, because there are no radios or televisions and the use of cellphones and laptops is strictly confined to guests' suites, conversation and constellation identification are popular after-dinner pastimes. The evening's celestial display is particularly breathtaking as we continue through the hauntingly desolate Great Karoo, home to the largest telescope in the Southern Hemisphere and one of the best places on the planet for stargazing.
The night sky is burning brightly, and a group of South Africans ("We decided to be tourists in our own country," they told me earlier) takes some of us more far-flung tourists out on the observation deck to teach us the Afrikaans names for a few of the Southern Hemisphere's constellations. Thanks to their enthusiastic guidance, I catch my first sighting of Suiderkruis (the Southern Cross) and Drie Susters (Three Sisters). That night, under the influence of the preternaturally bright stars and the deep, throaty cadence of Afrikaans, I fall in love with South Africa.
Pining slightly for Ursa Major (which can be seen only in the Northern Hemisphere), I retire to my antique, wood-paneled sleeper car, opening the window just a crack to let in some desert air (windows that open are a rarity in sleeper coaches). At night, the train slows to a sluggish chug, and I can't escape the sensation that I'm in an outrageously elegant, albeit large, perambulator being rocked to sleep. It is one of the best slumbers of my life.
Stops along the way
During the day, with the stars out of sight, guests' entertainment needs are met by two short off-train excursions, both of which, in keeping with Rovos's ethos, also provide an admiring nod to history.
More Victorian period piece than functioning town, Matjiesfontein was once an important rest stop for travelers riding the Cape Government Railways. Now, however, set out alone on the plains of the Great Karoo, it gives the impression of an otherworldly oasis. A very real and refreshing beer at the pub in the Lord Milner Hotel (which claims to be the country's last authentic vestige of Victoriana) confirms that the town is not a mirage. We are joined in our departure by a herd of curious springbok, and as they run alongside the train, I can almost believe that their stares reflect envy at our speed.
Our next excursion, the town of Kimberley, is a dangerous place for anyone thinking of getting engaged. Diamond sellers abound in this town, which once was the center of the country's diamond rush and home to one of De Beers' largest mines. The tour of the former mine and diamond museum is interesting, but the real treat (for those not afraid of heights) is a trip to the rim of the seemingly bottomless "Big Hole," which was made by prospectors nearly a century ago and claims to be the largest hand-dug hole in the world.
For bird lovers, one of the most exciting sights might be a few miles outside Kimberley. Within minutes of our departure from the town, crew members walk through the train announcing "Flamingos in 10 minutes. Flamingos in 10 minutes." We all head to the observation car to get the best view. Though we have been briefed beforehand about the spectacle that awaits us - Kamfers Dam hosts one of only six breeding sites in the world for the lesser flamingo - nothing has prepared us for the sight of thousands upon thousands of pink birds preening just feet from the train. "I'm covered in goosies!" says the passenger next to me. And once I establish what goosies are (a South African expression for goose bumps), I confirm that I, too, am covered.
Despite the remarkable excursions, the true homage to history is Rovos itself. As our train moves forward to Pretoria, I can't help wanting to stay back in time. So as night falls on our second day and our trip nears its end, I head out to the observation deck, a finely aged Scotch in hand, and revel in the beauty of the ancient stars as a nostalgia for days past welcomingly enfolds me.