As Good as it Gets
A giant locomotive, weighing in at 32 tons, sucking in fire and belching steam, pulls into the departure platform of Capital Park – the private Rovos Rail station in Pretoria – hauling behind it 20 gleaming coaches. The engine was built in Glasgow in 1949, my birth year, which is the reason for this once-in-a-lifetime birthday splurge. Soon the whistle blows and it’s all aboard. My husband Jock and I are about to have our four-day dream journey to Victoria Falls come true.
The wood panelling of our suite, named after the distinguished Sir Herbert Baker, glows under Edwardian-style lights. The carpet is plush, and there are comfortable chairs, a table and ample wardrobe space. At night the large day sofa doubles as a generous bed piled with pillows to dream on. On the bed is a chocolate treat, and a welcoming note that includes the expected
