Saturday, 11 October 2014

STOCKHOLM: I LOVE THE ABBA MUSEUM, I DO, I DO, I DO, I DO, I DO

The illuminated sign outside the ABBA Museum in Stockholm invites visitors to WALK IN, DANCE OUT. It fails to mention that anyone who does walk in might have to be dragged out, kicking and screaming, because it’s such a fun-filled experience that nobody wants to leave. With the group’s universally-loved hits playing non-stop, a visit to the interactive ABBA Museum means you can dance, you can jive, and you’ll definitely be having the time of your life. It’s the Swedish capital’s latest world-class visitor attraction, and it’s ABBAsolutely fantastic.

ANY MINUTE NOW: Still waiting for Agnetha to call

There’s a 1970s-style red plastic telephone in the ABBA Museum that will sometimes Ring, Ring. If you’re nearest to it when the bell trills and pick it up, you’ll find yourself speaking with Agnetha Faltskog, Bjorn Ulvaeus, Benny Andersson or Anni-Frid (Frida) Lyngstad. They’re the only people in the world who know the number, and now and then one of them will call and chat with whoever answers. Knowing my luck, if I’d answered it would have been my bank manager looking for some Money, Money, Money.
Then again, it might well have been a member of one of the world’s most successful pop groups of all time – calling to complain. The thing is, there are three booths in the museum where visitors can draw the soundproof curtain behind them and sing along, karaoke-style, to an ABBA song of their choice. Better still, by swiping the bar code on their entrance ticket, would-be chart stars are recorded and the result can be downloaded online. I couldn’t resist. I donned the headphones, stepped up to the microphone and launched into what I thought was a world-class rendition of Dancing Queen. My friends, who can be very cruel, thought otherwise. When they heard the recording later, they said: “Thank You (but No Thank You) for the Music.”
An electronic scoreboard awards points while you sing. The better you sound, according to the software, the more points you accumulate (I’d just like to point out here that computers are fallible). Anyone with half-a-note in their head can expect to score around 2,500. A good singer will get between 5,000 and 8,000. And a really good singer is up there in the 10,000-plus club. I got 744. They’ll have to get a technician in.

ABBAKADABRA: As if by magic, Agnetha, Bjorn, Benny
and Anni-Frid appeared beside me on stage
Undeterred, I jumped at the chance to “become the fifth member of ABBA”. This is where visitors, one at a time, can get up on a stage and sing along with animated holograms of Agnetha, Bjorn, Benny and Frida. There’s a choice of songs, and not wishing to fall victim to another computer glitch I chose Money, Money, Money. The lights came up, the ghostly band appeared either side of me, the music began – and so did the abuse.
It’s not easy trying to dance, read lyrics from a monitor and sing at the same time when, on the other side of the glass that separates artiste from audience, people you thought were your pals are laughing their heads off. They were sticking their thumbs in their ears and wiggling their fingers, poking their tongues out, pulling grotesque faces and making rude gestures. Gimme, Gimme, Gimme a break, I thought. Mind you, when I downloaded the video later (swipe your ticket before going on stage for another unique souvenir) I could see their point. It was comedy gold.

VOULEZ-VIEW: A look inside the studio in which ABBA
recorded most of their singles and albums
Every one of the thousands of exhibits in the museum is the real thing – there are no replicas. The band recorded most of their singles and albums in the Polar Studios in Stockholm, and the ABBA studio has been installed in the museum. It contains the original mixing console, instruments and other gear, but best of all, there’s a piano that occasionally springs into life. It’s hooked up to another one in Benny’s studio on nearby Skeppsholmen – one of Stockholm’s 14 islands – and when he plays there, the piano in the museum plays too.
Turn a corner and there’s the helicopter from the cover of the 1976 Arrival album. Hop in, grab the joystick and have your picture taken. Close by is the green park bench from the Greatest Hits album (also 1976), with a backdrop of Benny and Frida eating the faces off each other. Next to them, Agnetha sits looking miserable and Bjorn reads a pharmaceuticals brochure promoting antibiotics (the photographer was supposed to bring a copy of Time magazine but forgot, and the brochure was all he had in his bag).

I HAVE A DREAM: A quick kiss for Agnetha while Bjorn
is occupied. Below, the helicopter from the Arrival album

Continue wandering and you’ll see the white upright piano from Benny and Bjorn’s songwriting hut on the island of Viggso, band manager Stig Anderson’s office and ABBA’s on-tour dressing room. The most photographed exhibits, though, are the costumes ABBA wore and the star-shaped guitar Bjorn played when they won the 1974 Eurovision Song Contest in Brighton, England, with Waterloo (the Wombles were the interval act, God love us). There are many more costumes from the band’s world tours displayed in glass cases, each vying for the gold medal for gaudiness.

HUT PARADE: White piano from Bjorn and Benny's
island hut where they wrote all the ABBA songs
GAUD LOVE US: Gaudy costumes ABBA wore when
they won the Eurovision and, below, Bjorn's guitar

Album covers in umpteen languages cover every inch of wall space, along with concert posters, programmes and tickets. There are gold discs, platinum discs (and the distinct danger of slipped discs if you overdo the dancing in the museum’s disco). If you’ve more than a passing interest in the band, there are several touch screens on your journey through the museum on which you can test your ABBA knowledge with quiz questions ranging from easy-peasy to nerdishly knowledgeable.

WATT A SIGHT: The enormous ABBA light bulb sign 
Just inside the museum entrance is the giant sign with ‘ABBA’ picked out in light bulbs that was used as a stage prop on the group’s 1979 tour of Europe and America. Four years later, they went their separate ways and ABBA was no more. Or rather, ABBA the band and ABBA the two married couples – Bjorn/Agnetha and Benny/Frida – were no more. ABBA the brand, however, lives on.
Since 1974, fans have bought 380 million albums and singles, which still sell by the truckload. Mamma Mia!, the ABBA stage musical which debuted in London in April 1999, has been seen by 50 million people worldwide and grossed more than $2 billion. And Mamma Mia! the movie, starring Meryl Streep, Pierce Brosnan and Colin Firth, which cost $52 million to make, has grossed $602 million since its release in July 2008. DVD sales to date are $138 million and counting.

HAPPY NEW GEAR: Here's how I'd look
in Benny's stage costume
The ABBA museum is clocking up impressive statistics too. A couple of weeks ago, after being open for only 17 months, it welcomed its 500,000th visitor. Even though the computer that gave me a miserly 774 points for my virtuoso singing can’t count, I can (with the aid of a calculator). Half-a-million visitors divided by 17 months is 29,411 a month, which is way beyond what museum bosses had hoped for, so the word is out and people are pouring in.
My taxi driver home from Dublin airport was convinced that if ABBA were to re-form tomorrow and announce a world tour, the tickets would sell out in minutes. It’s a nice thought, but sadly – or maybe fortunately given that the members are now all in their mid to late-60s – it won’t happen. However, we can still be grateful for their songs. So, ABBA, thank you for the music – and thank you for the museum. For two laughter-filled hours I made an absolute fool of myself and enjoyed every second. It was Funny, Funny, Funny.

DANCING SWEEN: Throwing shapes,
and caution to the wind, in the disco
The ABBA Museum (Djurgardsvagen 68, Djurgarden) is part of the Swedish Music Hall of Fame and is open from 10am to 6pm from Saturday to Tuesday and 10am to 8pm from Wednesday to Friday. Tickets (buy online via the website below) are for pre-selected time slots to avoid overcrowding and so visitors can avoid queues.
Admission costs 195 kronor (€21.35) for adults, 50kr for an accompanying child aged seven to 15 and 145kr for each additional child (children up to seven enter free). No cash changes hands, so bring a debit or credit card (prepaid cards are available to buy in the Melody Hotel in the same building). 
A fascinating audio guide narrated in English by the members of ABBA (it was written by Catherine Johnson, who scripted the Mamma Mia! movie) is available to rent for 40kr.

NAME THAT TUNE: Here's a clue to an
ABBA song. Answers on a postcard, please
OTHER GREAT THINGS TO SEE AND DO
Vasa Museum (Galarvarvsvagen 14, Djurgarden): My long-time favourite museum in the world. The great Swedish warship Vasa, which was launched in Stockholm on August 10, 1628, had a very brief maiden voyage. It had gone only 1,300 metres after setting sail when a gust of wind caused the top-heavy vessel to tip over, and within an hour Vasa was 32 metres beneath the Baltic. On April 24, 1961, after sitting upright on the seabed for 333 years, an extraordinary salvage operation brought Vasa to the surface. Thanks to the brackish water and the absence of the destructive teredo worm which can’t survive in the Baltic, the ship’s timbers remained intact for more than three centuries. Step inside the museum on the island of Djurgarden and there she is, a massive, magnificent wooden warship, pieced back together and preserved in showroom condition. It’s an amazing, overwhelming sight. You can read the whole remarkable story of ‘Sweden’s Titanic’ in my article ‘Sweden: Holm Swede Holm’ (www.tomsweeneytravels.blogspot.ie/2013/02/sweden-holm-swede-holm.html).

WOOD YOU BELIEVE IT? The lovingly preserved Vasa
warship. Below, a sentry at the Palace
Photos: Ola Ericson

Kungliga Slottet (Royal Palace, Gamla Stan): The official residence of King Carl Gustav, though his actual residence is Drottningholm Palace, which is accessible by boat during the summer. The 18th century Royal Palace, built in the Italian baroque style on the site of the old Three Crowns Castle which burned down in 1697, is in the old town and is one of the world’s biggest inhabited palaces, with more than 600 rooms. The daily changing of the guard, sometimes on horseback, is great for photos.
Stadshuset (City Hall, Hantverkargatan 1): This is where every December 10 the Nobel Banquet is held. It’s a glittering occasion in equally glittering surroundings – the Golden Hall is adorned with 18.5 million gold mosaic pieces and is a magnificent must-see. Inaugurated on Midsummer’s Eve 1923, this red brick, super-sized Italian Renaissance palace by the water is one of Stockholm’s most popular visitor attractions (there are fabulous views from the 110-metre tower, summer only). It’s also the city’s administrative centre, with hundreds of people working there, so tours (guided only) can sometimes be cancelled at short notice because of events inside. Individuals can turn up and join one of the regular tours, but groups of more than 10 should book in advance.

SUMMER NIGHT CITY: City Hall and the freshwater
Lake Malaren at night
Werner Nystrand
Fotografiska (Stadsgardshamnen 22): If it was captured on film or digital, it’s on show here. Fotografiska hosts four large and 20 smaller exhibitions of international contemporary photography each year. There’s a great restaurant that has helped turn Fotografiska into a popular meeting place, and the bar on the top floor is one of the city’s best viewing points. Open until 9pm, so there’s no excuse to miss it.
Skansen Open-Air Museum (Djurgardsslatten 49-51, Djurgarden): Step back through five centuries of Swedish history in the world’s oldest open-air museum, founded in 1891 and staffed by characters in period dress. Skansen has more than 150 historical dwellings, farm buildings, shops and workshops brought from all over Sweden and reconstructed amid beautiful gardens and woodland. There’s also a zoo that’s home to wild Nordic animals including wolves, lynx, elks, moose, bears and seals; several great restaurants and plenty of snack outlets; plus souvenir shops selling Swedish handicrafts. December is a great time to visit Skansen, when the weekend Christmas markets are in full swing.
Skyview (Globentorget 2): Visitors can travel up the outside of the world’s biggest spherical building, the Ericsson Globe, in 16-person glass gondolas to the top (130m). As you might imagine, the views over the city from up there are something special.

SPHERE OF HEIGHTS: The Ericsson
Globe 
Tommy Andersson
Nationalmuseum (National Museum of Fine Arts, Sodra Blasieholmshamnen 2): You could easily spend all day in here admiring and marvelling at the permanent exhibition of 20th and 21st Century design. There’s everything from pop art and post-modern furnishings to everyday household and industrial items, all displaying the simplicity and functional beauty that are the trademarks of Swedish craftsmanship. The wider collection of paintings, drawings, sculptures and graphic arts includes works by Hanna Pauli, Carl Larsson, Anders Zorn, Renoir, Rubens, Rembrandt, Goya, Degas and Gauguin.

SIGHTSEAING: Cruising around the
Stockholm archipelago 
Conny Fridh
Archipelago Tours: Stockholm’s archipelago is among the world’s most spectacular, making a boat tour a not-to-be-missed opportunity. The Fjaderholmarna group of islands is only 20 minutes from the city centre, so it’s ideal for visitors on short stays. The island of Sandhamn is home to the Royal Swedish Yacht Club plus hotels, an inn and several restaurants and bars so you can make a full day of it or even stay overnight. The charming waterside town of Vaxholm with its wooden houses painted in sorbet shades is postcard-pretty, and the Waxholm Hotel is a favourite with locals and regular visitors for lunch or dinner.
Millennium Tours: Fans of late thriller writer Stieg Larsson’s Millennium Trilogy will struggle to contain their excitement on a guided walking tour in the footsteps of Lisbeth ‘Girl with the Dragon Tattoo’ Salander and investigative journalist Mikael Blomkvist.
  
GREAT PLACES TO EAT
Meatballs for the People (Nytorgsgatan 30, Sodermalm) sounds like a revolutionary rallying cry, and it hasn’t gone unheard. Opened only last year, this corner diner with additional tables outside is busy morning, noon and night, and no wonder. As the name suggests, it serves meatballs, in 10 delicious varieties – ox, veal, elk, reindeer, pork, lamb, wild boar, roe deer, rooster and veggie – with boiled potatoes and cream or tomato sauce or oxtail gravy. A dollop of lingonberry jam is a must, and you might also order a jar of pickled cauliflower or gherkins or a side salad.

VEAL MEAT AGAIN: Ten varieties of meatballs are on
offer at Meatballs for the People 
Nystekt Stromming (Sodermalmstorg 1) is a Stockholm institution beloved by locals and in-the-know visitors. For 20-odd years this street food cart outside Slussen subway station has been serving the most delicious fried Baltic herring, and from the day it opened squawking squadrons of seagulls have been trying to deprive customers of their combo plates. Order fillets of fish accompanied by mashed potatoes, pickled cucumber, red onion and fresh dill or try my favourite, a herring burger. Open from 10am to 8pm, sometimes later.
Angbatsbryggan (Strandvagen 18) is a floating restaurant built on a barge and flanked by historic steamboats on the waterfront. The open kitchen produces fabulous dishes inspired by the first-class menu from the Titanic, with starters from 45kr (gazpacho and gambas) to 175kr (caviar and toast) and mains from 195kr (shrimp salad with eggs and avocado) to 310kr (grilled halibut with scallop, cauliflower and arancini with blue cheese). Dine inside or out and watch the world flow by.

FULL FEED AHEAD: Dine in style at Angbatsbryggan
Snotty Sound Bar (Skanegatan 90, Sodermalm) is not to be sniffed at, despite the snigger-inducing name. There’s nothing snotty or, indeed, snooty about this affectation-free Seventies-style meeting, eating and well-worth-tweeting place. Album covers and band posters adorn the walls and hipsters adorn the sofas, seats and stools. Eat, drink and take note of what the fashionable Swedes are wearing and listening to (mostly indie rock) and be a much-admired trend-setter when you return home. Open from 4pm to 1am (bar food served until 10pm).
Verandan at the Grand Hotel (Sodra Blasieholmshamnen 8) is ‘the’ place to go for the famed Swedish smorgasbord, the culinary equivalent of running a marathon. Or rather, walking a marathon, because this is a self-service banquet where you take your pick and take your time. A useful pamphlet informs the uninitiated (including Pharrell Williams who was there on the same night as me and looked Happy) that the smorgasbord is a four to six-course meal involving several trips to the buffet, but you’d need to be on a diet (or on fire and in a hurry) if you stuck to only six courses. Forget the guidelines and go for it, in this traditional order: herring (half-a-dozen varieties to try) with boiled potatoes, plus tangy Swedish cheese and crisp bread accompanied by a shot of aquavit and chased with ice-cold beer; other fish dishes, mainly salmon, in smoked, poached and marinated (gravadlax) versions, the last served with mustard sauce with dill; a selection of salads, egg dishes and cold cuts of meat and poultry; and hot dishes, including homemade meatballs. Price per person is 485kr.

DESSERT ISLAND: Bla Porten on the island
of Djurgarden is the place to go for fika 
Bla Porten/Blue Gate (Djurgarsvagen 64, beside the ABBA Museum). The distinctly Swedish tradition of fika, or coffee and cakes in convivial surroundings and good company, is taken to a colourful and irresistible new level in this delightful indoor and outdoor restaurant. You can almost hear the long wooden tables creaking like a ship’s timbers under the weight of the eye-popping array of cakes, cookies, cinnamon buns, open sandwiches and other treats. Fika fare is available throughout Stockholm, but there’s something especially friendly and homely about Bla Porten that makes it stand out from the rest. As an added bonus, it’s a short stroll from some of the city’s top tourist attractions.

CRACKING CHOICE: Choose your own lobster and
get cracking at B.A.R. 
Tuukka Ervasti
B.A.R. (Blasieholmsgatan 4A, behind Grand Hotel). No restaurant in Stockholm loses as many menus as this one – customers keep ‘accidentally’ walking out with them under their coats. While such pilfering can’t be condoned, it’s understandable – anyone who has dinner in B.A.R. wants to show their friends back home what they’ve missed. If any restaurant in the world is going to convert vegetarians, it’s this one. Choose from meat, fish and shellfish specialities (select your own lobster from the tank), grab a bib and get tucked in. It’s a wee bit pricey, but worth every penny.
Kvarnen (Tjarhovsgatan 4, Sodermalm). Busy restaurant by day, laid-back bar by night that’s full of character and characters. Kvarnen’s name will be familiar to Stieg Larsson fans – it’s mentioned in the Millennium books as one of the hangouts of Lisbeth Salander and Mikael Blomkvist. They have excellent taste.

DELI-CIOUS: Try the cold plate at the super-trendy
Nytorget Urban Deli
Tuukka Ervasti
Nytorget Urban Deli (Nytorget 4, Sodermalm). Every city should have a place like this. NUD, as it’s known to the locals, is a mix of grocery store, food hall and restaurant/bar where you can buy everything you need for a picnic or sit and enjoy a wine or coffee while tucking into a freshly-prepared sandwich, salad or pastry.
Herman’s (Fjallgatan 23B, Sodermalm). Vegetarian buffet with a big veranda (heated in winter) offering views of Gamla Stan that are as tasty as the food. Superb organic dishes and the chance to photograph spectacular sunsets over the Old Town. A message on the website expresses the wish that customers might “walk in peas”. I’m guessing they mean “peace”, though it might be a veggie in-joke.

RAILLY GOOD: The centrally-located new HTL Hotel,
a short stroll from the train station
GREAT PLACE TO STAY
HTL: There’s a hip new hotel in town, and it’s going to be a huge hit. To keep costs down, HTL (Kungsgatan 53) has cut out everything deemed unnecessary, including apparently the vowels O and E from its name. The 274-room minimalist-modern HTL opened only five months ago, but word-of-mouth has quickly established it as a good-value, good-looking, good-vibe place to stay. I stayed there a couple of weeks ago, and I can’t wait to go back. Here’s why:
It’s super-affordable. For example, a room for two people for two nights including breakfast costs from 2,098kr (€230). That’s €115 each, or €57.50 per person per night.
It’s ideally located, a mere five-minute wheelie-bag drag from the central train station.
It’s staffed by the cool kids who graduated top of the class from the school of charm, but without the smarm. They’re really nice, and deserve generous tips.
You can check-in online before you arrive and receive your room key direct to your smartphone, which cuts out reception desk queues. Or, if you’re technologically-challenged like me, just tell one of the cool kids you’ve left your smartphone at home and they’ll give you a keycard.
There’s no checking-out – as your room is paid in advance and incidentals are paid as you go, simply pack and leave. No queuing to get in, no queuing to get out.
The smartphone app that provides your room key comes with a digital Stockholm guide, Local Everywhere, offering great insider tips from Swedish journalists, broadcasters, bloggers, designers and stylists who know their capital city inside out. It’s packed with top recommendations for bars, restaurants, cafes and shops.
Wifi is free throughout the hotel, including in the rooms – none of that old lobby-only nonsense or, heaven forbid, being charged for it.

GOING HOLM: SAS flies from Dublin to Stockholm
FLY
Fly SAS Plus from Dublin to Stockholm from €110pp one way, including 2 x 23kg checked bags, changeable tickets, fast-track security, lounge access and complimentary food/drink on board.
Fly SAS from Dublin to Stockholm from €76pp one way, including 1 x 23kg checked bag, coffee or tea on board, as well as several services to save time, including mobile check-in.
During the winter months, SAS flies four times a week from Dublin to Stockholm.

CONNECT
Frequent Arlanda Express trains connect Arlanda Airport with Stockholm Central Station (20-minute journey). Express coaches connect Arlanda with the Cityterminalen and leave every 10 to 15 minutes. Or travel in a six or eight-seater supershuttle mini-cab with other passengers and share the fare, with hotel drop-offs and pick-ups. The standard taxi fare (you can pay by debit or credit card) between Arlanda and the city centre should be around 500kr/€55.

SAVE
Buy a Stockholm Card and enjoy free admission to 80 museums and attractions. Available for 24, 48, 72 or 120 hours, the card also offers unlimited free travel on the subway, buses, commuter trains and trams plus free sightseeing Royal Canal Tour. There are also discounts on the Stockholm Panorama and Open Top Tours sightseeing buses and on island-hopper boat trips within the harbour and archipelago. Make full use of your card and it will quickly pay for itself.

THANK YOU, MALM: Sodermalm, where
all the hipsters hang out
Ola Ericson

Friday, 15 August 2014

Destination New Haven: Evolution of Clam Pizza

Fresh tomato and white clam pizzas from Pepe's

I was recently roped into a recruiting trip to Yale University in New Haven, Connecticut. Having never been, I did some research on the one distinctive aspect of New Haven cuisine that the area is renowned for--pizza, or "apizza" as it is sometimes referred to locally.

New Haven is home to the Big Three pizza joints. Sally's Apizza and Frank Pepe Pizza Napoletana (affectionately referred to as Pepe's) are within blocks of each other, not too far from Yale's campus. Modern Apizza is off on its own, but still close to school. My original plan was to taste test at least two of the Big Three, but Modern was under renovation and Sally's was closed on the days I was in town. Instead, I pivoted to a comparison between the oldest, Pepe's, and one of the new kids on the block, Bar.

THE ORIGINAL: FRANK PEPE PIZZERIA NAPOLETANA

























Even on a Monday night at 9:30 when school is out, there was still a line out the door at Pepe's. Perhaps because Sally's is closed on that day, the wait may have been longer than normal, but I imagine any weekend would bring huge crowds to the inventor of the white clam pizza. The brick coal oven is the most dominant presence in the restaurant. Staffed by cooks with enormously long pizza peels, the kitchen was white and looked a bit sterile. We ordered a forgettable beer and a Foxon Park White Birch Soda, another main draw. All of the Big Three serve this Connecticut soda. Think refreshing spearmint sarsaparilla.


























Of course we ordered the white clam pizza, a combination of romano cheese, littleneck clams, oregano and garlic. The clams were unfortunately a bit sparse for the $12 twelve-inch pizza. While solid, the clam pizza's flavor was almost completely dominated by garlic. My favorite aspect was actually the chewiness of the crust. In addition, we ordered the fresh tomato pie, a seasonal pizza topped with locally grown tomatoes. This tomatoes were deliciously sweet, a perfectly serviceable pizza.

THE NEW KID: BAR
























Even though I say "new," Bar has been open since 1996, which, in the restaurant business, is long enough to develop an impressive pedigree. But compared to the Big Three, from the 1920s and 1930s, Bar was the hip, youngster. Even though it is relatively new, Connecticut food writer Amy Kundrat thought to include it in her Definitive Guide to New Haven Pizza, which was good enough to bring here.


































That stack of wood is just for show. This oven burns natural gas, unlike the coal and oil ovens of the Big Three. Unlike the other pizza places, Bar also brews its own beer and becomes a nightclub at night. The clientele are younger and probably the kind of people that the clientele at the Big Three complain about. Yet Bar doesn't detour too far from its main purpose. The only food on the menu is pizza and one salad.


























As a benchmark, we got the white clam pizza ($18.75). I was aware that Bar is famous for its mashed potatoes topping, but since it best accompanies a white pie and I couldn't stomach another white, I stuck with the white clam and ordered a red pizza with sausage, mushrooms and basil. While the ingredients in the clam pizza were essentially the same as the one from Pepe's, the key game-changer is that the clam pizza at Bar came with a wedge of lemon. The squeeze of citrus brought the seafood to life and cut through the grease and garlic. Stylewise, the pizza also featured an ultra thin crust, which could be a plus if you don't want to feel weighed down.

VERDICT


For me, Pepe's stood for the traditional. Little has changed over the years, though I believe Sally's has struck even closer to its roots. Bar, with its bare brick industrial styling, looked modern, and I daresay even more modern than Modern Apizza. Between Pepe's and Bar, I'd choose Bar, but I will say that Pepe's is worth a trip to get an idea of Bar's lineage. I suppose the true conclusion is to make sure you're in town long enough to eat at each of them.


Frank Pepe Pizzeria Napoletana
pepespizzeria.com
157 Wooster Street
New Haven, CT 06511
(203) 865-5762

Bar
barnightclub.com
254 Crown Street
New Haven, CT 06510
(203) 785-1111

Monday, 4 August 2014

TRAVEL BLOG HITS THE 250,000 MARK

Another wee page views milestone at Tom Sweeney's Travels that was clocked up in June. I thought the image was lost, but I found it this morning. Thank you, dear visitors, for your continued interest.


Friday, 25 April 2014

Sunday, 22 December 2013

CANADA (2): TRIP OF A LIFETIME ON THE ROCKY MOUNTAINEER

It’s hailed as one of the world’s greatest train journeys, but that’s one of the world’s greatest understatements. If Pinocchio had described my two-day trip on Canada’s Rocky Mountaineer as “one of”, his nose would have stretched the whole 594 miles from Vancouver to Banff. For me, it’s THE greatest train journey, and every minute of my every hour on board was a thrill.

EXCITEMENT IS MOUNTAIN: Fabulous Rocky
Mountaineer and the Rockies Photo: RM

ROCKY START: Train station in Vancouver,
where the journey begins

The sense that you’ve signed up for something special kicks in before you even take your seat. The Rocky Mountaineer has its own custom-built modern station. A pianist playing a baby grand welcomes passengers into the marble-floored concourse. They come from every part of the globe, and converse excitedly in umpteen languages and accents. There, beyond the wide, floor-to-ceiling trackside glass wall, sits the train, resplendent in its blue, gold and white livery — a first tantalising glimpse of the ‘Ritz on the Rails’.
The passengers point.
“Oh-my-gaaawd!”
“Dios mio!”
“Strewth!”
“Mon dieu!”
Not wishing to appear unimpressed, I throw in an “Och aye the noo!” As you do.

PLAY IT A TRAIN, SAM: A pianist welcomes
passengers to the Rocky Mountaineer station

Everyone has been looking forward to this moment for ages — in my case, for years. I want to rush out to the platform and get going, but most people simply stand and admire the gleaming gargantuan. Besides, there’s a ceremony to be performed before we embark on a journey across British Columbia and into Alberta.
The Rocky Mountaineer crew and management line up with the train behind them. An Australian passenger, Mr. Harrison, is introduced. His name has been drawn at random, and he’ll have the honour of performing the ceremony. There’s a bellows contraption on the floor in front of him with three horn pipes sticking out of it. I ask the pianist for the low-down.
“It’s like a mini church organ,” he whispers. “When that gentleman presses the bellows with his foot, it’ll make the exact same sound as the train’s horn. And every bit as loud.”
I’m so-oooo jealous. I have the urge to yell “Taxi for Harrison!” so I can do it, but decorum prevails.
As per instructions, Mr. Harrison gives two short blasts and one long on the horns. He looks delighted with himself. A cheer echoes around the station and everyone applauds. The train manager steps forward. A hush descends. All eyes are on him as he takes a deep breath. He flexes his knees and throws back his head. And then out come the magic words.
“Aaaaall aaaboooaaaard!”

PLATFORM SOULS: Passengers boarding

On the platform, Mike Chisholm takes a deep breath too and blows into his bagpipes. In the days when I had hair, it stood on end at the sound of the Scottish pipes. Now I go all dewy-eyed. I stand there tapping a toe and dabbing at my nose while Mike plays the rousing We’re No Awa’ Tae Bide Awa’. If there’s a psychiatrist in the station and he spots my trembling bottom lip, he’ll probably whisk me awa’ to his consulting rooms — it’s all getting a bit overwhelming, and I haven’t even set foot on the train yet.
I pull myself together and pocket my hankie. Mike has stopped for a quick breather, so I go over for a blether. He’s a Vancouver resident but comes from Nova Scotia, to where his forefathers — like thousands of other displaced Scots — fled during the cruel Highland Clearances at the end of the 18th and well into the 19th centuries. Ruthless aristocratic landowners turned countless families off of their crofts and replaced the people with more profitable sheep, devastating clan society and Gaelic culture in the process.
People of Scottish descent are the third-biggest national group in Canada, which would explain why Canadians say “aboot” for “about”, and Mike is fiercely proud of his hills-and-glens heritage. He’s in big demand to play the bagpipes at weddings, funerals, birthdays and “all special events”, as it says on his business card. Well, today is a special event — I get to realise a long-held ambition to ride on the Rocky Mountaineer.

PIPES DREAM: Bagpiper Mike Chisholm

Mike wishes me bon voyage, and I hop aboard double-decker car CB05 and climb the spiral staircase. If I’d been on a pogo stick, I couldn’t have had more of a spring in my step.
Head host Tyler shows me to my window seat. It’s big, wide and comfortable, and there’s enough leg-room for a basketball player — perfect for the next 10 hours as we travel to Kamloops in British Columbia’s semi-arid interior. As I’m sitting six feet from the complimentary bar, arid is something I won’t have to worry about. But I’m slightly concerned about dozing off and missing something — I was collected from my hotel at 6.30am, it’s still only 7.30 and there’s a long day ahead. I’ve made a list of the many sights I want to photograph from the train, and I’ll be kicking myself if I miss even one of them.
I ask Tyler if he’d be good enough to poke me in the ribs should I fall asleep. He smiles and shakes his head.
“You mean you won’t wake me?”
“No,” he says. “I mean you won’t fall asleep. Trust me.”

FIRST-GLASS SERVICE: Hosts welcome
passengers aboard GoldLeaf service RM

I feel like a VIP, and as far as the Rocky Mountaineer’s charming and highly-professional hospitality team are concerned, that’s exactly what everyone on board is — a Very Important Passenger.
Tyler introduces his colleagues — Andrea, Ann, Alicia, Roni, Keith, Ted, Jasmine and Casey. My eyebrows shoot up. Casey? Surely her surname can’t be . . . Jones?
Casey Jones was my favourite TV programme as a child and instilled my abiding love of train travel. Every Saturday morning I’d be glued to the screen for my weekly black and white Wild West appointment with Casey, the man at the throttle of the Cannonball Express; his wife Alice; son Casey Jnr; fireman Wallie Sims; and conductor Red Rock Smith. I’ve been unconsciously humming and whistling the theme tune in the weeks running up to my departure for Canada, much to the annoyance of friends and colleagues who can’t get it out of their heads. As it turns out, the Rocky Mountaineer’s Casey isn’t called Jones. Ah, well.

WILD WEST DADVENTURE: Casey Jones and
his son, Casey Jnr, on the Cannonball Express

The crew distributes glasses of Bucks Fizz and fruit juice. Tyler lifts a microphone. It’s something he and his colleagues will do throughout the journey as they alert us to photo opportunities up ahead, when the driver obligingly slows to what they call Kodak speed, and deliver potted histories of the places we pass. These guys have done their homework — the commentary is informative and entertaining and frequently fills the carriage with laughter.
A toast is proposed — to the trip of a lifetime. We all drink to that. On cue, the driver sounds three blasts on the horn, two short and one long, just as Mr. Harrison had done in the station, and the Rocky Mountaineer slowly and oh-so-gently begins to move. Backwards. But not to worry, because the driver’s shifting to another track. Five minutes later, the train tiptoes forward and the adventure begins — for everyone but the two Japanese ladies sitting side by side who stare at a Harry Potter movie on their iPad while sharing the earphones.
The Rocky Mountaineer operates from April to October on five routes. The journey I’m taking, First Passage to the West, retraces the historic Canadian Pacific Railway and is the most popular. There are three levels of service, and I’m fortunate to be travelling GoldLeaf, or first-class. The crew seem to be telepathic — I’ve only to think about a drink and someone magically appears, Jeeves-like, at my side.
Vancouver is half-an-hour behind us when we’re told: “Ladies and gentlemen, breakfast is now being served in your personal dining salon downstairs. Bon appetit.”
If you want tea and toast, just ask, but this is the Ritz on the Rails, remember, and there are eight sous chefs and two executive sous chefs on board. Ask for toast and I’m sure you’d be given a colour chart to choose exactly how brown you’d like it. But how about Sir Sandford Fleming Benedict — a poached egg served over smoked meat on a fluffy crumpet with tarragon Hollandaise? Or an omelette filled with mozzarella, asparagus, freshly-roasted potatoes and smoked ham? Or scrambled eggs and smoked steelhead salmon topped with kelp caviar and lemon chive creme fraiche? Or traditional buttermilk pancakes, hot off the griddle, with candied orange zest and berry preserve? Or granola parfait — vanilla-scented yogurt and granola with fresh berries? They also do a fry for hearty eaters.

KELP YOURSELF: Breakfast of eggs, smoked
salmon 
and kelp caviar RM

I share a beautifully-set table with the Australian couple seated across the aisle from me upstairs. Stephen Weatherstone, a former chief airline pilot from Sydney, and his wife Charmayne are making the most of their retirement by filling it with worldwide travel adventures. They’re clearly enjoying this one. At the table opposite, the two Japanese ladies are clearly enjoying their movie while some of the most amazing scenery in the world rolls past at a leisurely 15mph.
Stephen’s camera is always to hand. He’s a habitual snapper — if film were still the medium, it would cost him a fortune to get all his pictures developed. I venture that he takes a lot of photos.
“I don’t take photos, mate,” he says. “I collect memories.”
I ask him if he misses work — if he ever hankers to get back in the cockpit.
“Nah,” he says, and shakes his head. “I’m retired, mate, and retired I’m staying. Right, Charmayne?”
His wife smiles and pats the back of his hand.

ROOF WITH A VIEW: Passengers take
photos from a GoldLeaf carriage

We return upstairs for a spot of early morning sightseeing. Nature has provided the views, and the Colorado Railcar Manufacturing Company has provided the GoldLeaf glass-roofed carriages from which to marvel at them. Everything is so breathtakingly beautiful that I expect an oxygen mask to drop from the overhead panel, only there is no panel, just clear blue skies, snow-capped mountains — proper mountains, like the iconic Paramount Pictures one — and majestic eagles.
Look left and right and you see dive-bombing ospreys plucking salmon and trout from the many lakes along the way (Canada has two million lakes, more than every other country combined). It’s a wildlife wonderland out of those windows, and among the trackside stars are black bears and grizzly bears, moose, elk, bighorn sheep, wolves, raccoons and beavers. I happen to be looking the wrong way when Tyler picks up the mike and says: “Look, everyone — there’s Bigfoot!” Funnily enough, everyone else is looking the wrong way too.

BEAR HUG: It's a wildlife wonderland RM

Before we know it, it’s lunchtime. Everything on the regularly-changing menu is made on board from scratch using the freshest ingredients from British Columbia and Alberta, and dishes are paired with award-winning wines from the Okanagan Valley.
Host Alicia hands me the menu. There’s a choice of the day’s featured soup or freshly-prepared salad; lightly-roasted wild British Columbia sockeye salmon with shaved fennel slaw, mustard seed vinaigrette and warm vegetable and roasted potato salad; slow-cooked Alberta beef short ribs served with garlic whipped potatoes and seasonal vegetables; black tiger prawns simmered in a bouillabaisse broth and served over a sticky rice cake topped with sauteed vegetables julienne; Fraser Valley chicken breast encrusted with wild British Columbia mushrooms, pan-seared and served with garlic mashed potatoes and a blueberry relish; traditional farfalle pasta tossed in cream, sweet Chilliwack corn, green peas and Parmesan; fresh local vegetables layered with wonton crisps, balsamic vinegar molasses, garlic and herb coulis; and for dessert there’s freshly-baked brownie with French vanilla ice cream, warm chocolate sauce and crisp ginger snap.

FISH AND SIPS: Delicious lunch of sockeye
salmon 
with a glass of Okanagan red wine RM
SHORT AND SWEET: Slow-cooked Alberta
beef short ribs with garlic whipped potatoes RM

I have the salmon, and am tickled to learn that one of the chefs who prepared it is Travis Catfish. As I rise from the table, a glance at the two Japanese ladies confirms they’re still in a little cinematic world of their own. They’re watching another movie, but I can’t make out what it is, so I stop and pat my pockets, pretending to search for something, and take a peek. They spot me and look up. I smile guiltily and give them a little embarrassed wave. Now, the Japanese for “Good morning” is “Ohayoo”; it is NOT “Hyundai”, which is Korean anyway, but the word is out of my mouth before I can stop it. Mortified, I hurry up the stairs and back to the safety of my seat.
It’s a gorgeous day, so after a chat with Stephen and Charmayne we decide to nip downstairs for a breath of fresh air on the open vestibule between carriages. If the Rocky Mountaineer is going to be robbed, this is where the bandits, a-whoopin’ and a-hollerin’ and firing their pistols in the air, will board after galloping hell for leather alongside the train and leaping from their saddles. Unlikely, I know, but it was on this length of track on May 8, 1906, that such a robbery occurred.

PIC YOUR MOMENT: Passengers take photos
from the open vestibule between carriages

Former Pony Express rider Billy Miner, known as the “Gentleman Bandit” because he always said “please” and “thank you” when relieving his victims of their valuables, began his life of crime at the age of 17 in 1864 when he and his gang held-up a Wells Fargo Express stagecoach in his native Kentucky.
Fast forward to 1906 when, at Ducks Station (now called Monte Creek), Billy and his sidekicks William ‘Shorty’ Dunn and Louis Colquhoun boarded a Vancouver-bound Canadian Pacific train with the intention of making off with thousands of dollars’ worth of gold, currency and bonds. Unfortunately for them, they boarded the wrong train — because of a scheduling change, the one carrying the valuables was delayed. In the event, Billy and the boys scarpered with $15 — and a bottle of liver pills. I don’t know how much liver pills were worth in 1906, but Canadian Pacific was mightily miffed about losing them and, with the provincial and federal governments, put up a reward of $11,500 for the capture, dead or alive, of the bandits.
They were caught less than a month after the robbery, and ringleader Billy was sentenced to life imprisonment in New Westminster penitentiary, from which he soon escaped. His early release in September 1913 from a prison in Georgia — from which he had twice before absconded — had nothing to do with time off for good behaviour: according to a newspaper report of the day, “his third escape from the Georgia penitentiary was in company with the Angel of Death”. He was 65, and had spent more than half his life in jail.
We’re nearing Kamloops, 285 miles down the line from Vancouver and the mid-point of our two-day idyll, where we’ll stay the night. There are no sleeper cars on the Rocky Mountaineer, so after a day on the rails we’ll board assigned buses at the station for the short hop to our hotels. Our luggage has preceded us in a truck, and will be in our rooms on arrival.
As we pull into the station in the early evening, red-shirted members of the local mounted rangers wave from the trackside. Their horses appear equally glad to see us and nod vigorously as the train crawls to a halt.

ROCKY MOUNTAIN HI: A warm welcome awaits
passengers as the train arrives in Kamloops

Kamloops gets its name from the Shuswap First Nation word “T’Kemlups”, which means “meeting of the waters” and refers to the confluence of the North and South Thompson Rivers. T’Kemlups was for thousands of years a trading centre for the Shuswap people, who in 1812 became the main suppliers to the Pacific Fur Company. Pacific was later taken over by its competitor, North West, and in 1821 the famous Hudson’s Bay Company arrived and set up shop.
Unremarkable but immaculately-kept Kamloops, where Boris ‘Frankenstein’s Monster’ Karloff began his acting career, is unlikely to feature in any list of “places to see before you die”. That said, in 1980 a group of Tibetan holy men named a sacred First Nations site 30 miles from the town as “the centre of the universe”. Imagine getting a postcard from there.

NORTH BEST PASSAGE: Rocky Mountaineer
travels along the North Thompson River RM

I check-in to the Thompson Hotel, about-turn and immediately leave. That’s no reflection on the establishment. Rather, on the way in I’ve spotted a busy beer garden next to the entrance and spend an hour there with an Imperialist Pig — of the liquid variety. It’s an English-style Indian pale ale, one of seven beers and lagers from the Noble Pig brewhouse whose garden it is. An arbour on which the brewmaster grows hops provides the patio with shade and respite from the heat — it’s nearly 8pm, but the temperature on the street is 22C.
Refreshed, and feeling peckish, I stroll along the main drag to the Fireside Steakhouse in the Plaza Hotel, as recommended by the driver of the bus that collected us from the station. The waitress has obviously misheard me, or maybe a film crew from Canadian Candid Camera is hiding in the kitchen, watching me on a monitor and chuckling, because she reappears after 10 minutes with enough food to feed the mounted rangers — and their horses.
What I manage to eat of the huge Haughton Black Angus steak, big baked potato, log-sized fries, pile of onion rings and mini Mount Everest of sauteed vegetables is delicious. What I leave is a disgraceful waste. By the time I throw in the towel — or rather, the napkin — my belly’s a couple of inches closer to the table edge. I’ve barely made a dent in my dinner, but the family sitting nearby have long-since cleared their plates and are studying the dessert menu. I pay, loosen my belt and waddle out the door.

CLOUD-PLEASER: GoldLeaf carriages RM

Day two of my Canadian rail adventure dawns as bright and beautiful as the previous. According to the forecast, it’s going to be clear skies all the way to Banff, 309 miles up the track. As I stand chatting on the platform with Stephen and Charmayne, Tyler helps a lady using a wheelchair to board the train via a hydraulic platform (there’s also a lift between the lower and upper decks in each GoldLeaf carriage for the convenience of less-mobile passengers). As the platform inches its way up to the open vestibule, the lady has everyone in stitches when she jokingly presses her palms together as if in prayer, looks skyward and sings “Nearer my God to Thee”.
The journey from Kamloops has more twists than a game of rummy as the train snakes its way ever upwards into the Rockies, skirting lakes, hugging mountains and going through them. As we cross deep canyons and ravines, those passengers who don’t have a head for heights avert their eyes.
My companions at lunch are medical equipment technician and Rod Stewart lookalike Andrew Law and his partner Patsy, from Tasmania. Andrew’s son is an assistant hotel manager in Banff, and dad and lad haven’t seen each other for nearly three years, so a big reunion is in the offing.
I ask Andrew about his name. Law is as Scottish as haggis, and Andrew is Scotland’s patron saint, crucified on an X-shaped cross, which is replicated in white against a blue background on the national flag.
“Family’s from Ayrshire, mate,” he says, confirming my suspicions.
Just then, Casey-not-Jones, who’s upstairs, comes on the intercom and tells us that if we look out of the right-hand windows we’ll see a couple of helicopters dropping water from the lake on to a mountainside forest fire.
“Pfff!” says Andrew, unimpressed by the flames and smoke, before returning to his tiger prawns. “That’s not a forest fire. Back in Tassie, I cook on bigger barbies than that.”

KICKETY-CLACK: Kicking Horse Pass RM

It’s mid-afternoon, and Tyler tells us about an approaching attraction, which he describes as a miracle of railway engineering. Given the big billing, we’re all ears.
Laying eight miles of track straight up Big Hill to near the top of Kicking Horse Pass was, in 1884, an unavoidable endeavour. The cost was steep, and so was the gradient — at an unfeasible 4.4 per cent, it was asking for trouble. Over the next 22 years, Canadian Pacific threw money at this hazardous folly, and many lives were lost in accidents as trains derailed on the way up and down. The solution came in 1907 when construction began on two spiral tunnels, one through Cathedral Mountain (the upper tunnel) and the other (the lower) through Mount Ogden, which together halved the gradient to a meandering and much safer 2.2 per cent. The upper tunnel turns through 250 degrees and emerges 15 metres higher than the entrance, while the lower tunnel turns through 230 degrees and comes out 17 metres higher.
Acting on a tip-off from Tyler, I make my way to the open vestibule at the rear of the 22-carriage train. Leaning out — but not too far for fear of being decapitated — I catch a fleeting glimpse of the lead locomotive, having completed almost three-quarters of a circle inside the mountain, nosing out of a tunnel as the tail end of the train enters it and all goes dark.

BEND ON THE RUN: Kicking Horse Canyon RM

We’re close to the highest point of the journey (1,626 metres), which also marks the Continental Divide where the Rocky Mountaineer leaves Yoho National Park in British Columbia and enters Banff National Park in Alberta and another time zone.
Having disappointed with his Bigfoot alert, ‘Trick-me-once’ Tyler tells us that if we look out to our left then maybe, just maybe, we’ll see a man standing in the meadow waving at us. A totally naked man. There are little squeals of delight from the ladies, and I fear the carriage will tip over as those sitting on the left press their noses to the windows and those sitting opposite move into the aisle and peer out. The right-hand seats are now a female-free zone. Most of the men harrumph and feign indifference, but Stephen and I can’t get our lens caps off quickly enough to take photos of . . . a meadow. With no naked man in it.
Tyler is most apologetic, and insists he was there when the Rocky Mountaineer passed here the week before.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I swear, I saw him,” he says in all sincerity. “Would I lie to you?”
Having been fooled by his Bigfoot alert, the jury is divided, but Tyler puts up an ultimately convincing defence. The naked man is a farmer who rears cattle; he hasn’t always saluted passengers, though he has always appeared without so much as a pair of socks on. In the early days of the Rocky Mountaineer, which made its first journey from Vancouver to Calgary in May 1990, he complained that it spooked his animals and, regardless of the thigh-high thistles and stinging nettles, would leap up and down in the meadow and wave his fists every time it passed. His protests ended, as did his self-inflicted injuries, when it was agreed that the train would slow to a crawl whenever his beasts were out grazing.
We’re homing in on Banff, where sadly I have to part company with my new friends, when host Andrea invites everyone — for a bit of fun and a prize — to write a limerick or a short poem about our Rocky Mountaineer experience. I decide to adapt the first verse of the Casey Jones signature song, with yours truly in the starring role:

Tommy Sween, steamin’ and a-rollin’
Tommy Sween — you’ll have another beer?
When you hear, a load of slurping noises
It’s Sweeney sipping lager on the Rocky Mountaineer.

Beat that, I think, and hand in my entry. Imagine my surprise when I’m pipped to the prize — a rather smart Rocky Mountaineer raincoat — by a travel agent from Paris whose poem a) is read aloud by Casey-not-Jones in French, so I don’t understand it, and b) doesn’t even rhyme. I console myself with the fact that at least Mr. Harrison, who got to sound the departure horn in Vancouver, hasn’t won.

AWE-RORA: The Northern Lights provide a
spectacular show over Banff SATORU KIKUCHI

More than 4.5 million visitors flock to Banff each year, though most come in the winter months and spend their time in the area’s three ski resorts — Mount Norquay, Lake Louise Ski Area and Sunshine Village. It wasn’t always called Banff. Until 1880 it was Siding 29 — hardly a name to attract the well-heeled visitors that the Canadian Pacific investors hoped would fill their trains as they travelled to enjoy the hot springs at Sulphur Mountain.
William Van Horne, who was hired as general manager to oversee construction of the railway at a salary of $15,000 — which when he started in January 1882 put him in the same pay league as today’s top soccer players — was also a tourism pioneer. He recognised that despite its remoteness, Banff’s rugged beauty — he called it “the million-dollar view” — was reason enough for people to journey here. He’s famously quoted as saying: “If we can’t export the scenery, we’ll import the tourists.”
To this end, a 10-square-mile park reserve was created on Sulphur Mountain in 1885. In 1886, park superintendent George Stewart began designing Banff township as a spa resort. The following year, the reserve was expanded to 260 square miles and named Rocky Mountain Park, later Banff National Park (it now covers 2,546 square miles and contains two dozen peaks that rise 2,989 metres or more). While this was going on, Canadian Pacific was building several grand hotels, none grander nor bigger than the enormous Scottish Baronial-style Banff Springs which opened in 1888. It dominates this community of 8,300 year-round residents where the streets are named after local wildlife (I couldn’t find Bigfoot Boulevard). Banff Springs was an immediate success, initially as a summer retreat for wealthy Americans and Europeans who would stay for three or four months. These days it’s busy year-round, especially at Christmas when it welcomes 3,500 guests.
When Van Horne coined his “million-dollar view”, he was referring to what nature had provided at Banff and the vista from the splendid Chateau at lovely Lake Louise, 36 miles to the east, but the description may justifiably be applied also to Banff Springs. It’s rendered minuscule by the mountains, but with its petticoat of pine trees and the mountains as a backdrop, it’s magnificent.

INN FOCUS: View of Banff and the Rimrock
Resort Hotel (foreground) from Sulphur Mountain

As we prepare to disembark, I’m heartened to see that the two Japanese ladies are at long last showing an interest in the journey. They’re still peering at their iPad and sharing the earphones, but they’re watching the Rocky Mountaineer’s very own music video. In 2012, an international contest was launched, with musicians invited to submit a song with a rail travel theme. Hundreds of entries were received, from which English singer-songwriter Andrew Mockler’s Next Train (www.youtube.com/watch?v=8tKsokqTP48) was chosen earlier this year as the best. While Tyler and the crew’s taste in written-to-order odes is questionable, their bosses’ taste in songs is impeccable.
My two-day train trip of a lifetime, which has been on my bucket list for so many years, is over. It’s a melancholy moment as I board the bus for my hotel, but I smile as I reflect that while it might have been murder on the Orient Express, it’s marvel after marvel on the Rocky Mountaineer.

CURVE-ACEOUS: The Rocky Mountaineer at
Morants Curve close to Lake Louise RM

MY ROCKY MOUNTAINEER ROUTE
The First Passage to the West (2 days) route that I travelled on goes from Vancouver to Calgary via Kamloops, Lake Louise and Banff. That is of course west to east, but you can ride the rails in either direction. Places of special interest along the way include:

DAY ONE
Fort Langley: The original fort was built in 1827 by the Hudson’s Bay Company as a centre for collecting and exporting furs, mainly beaver for use in hats coveted by Europeans who thought that strutting around with a dead animal on their heads was the height of fashion. I blame Davy Crockett.
Mount Baker: This 3,285-metre peak, 40 miles to the south in Washington State, is clearly visible from the train on a good day. It’s part of the volcanic chain that includes Mount Saint Helens, also in Washington, which erupted with catastrophic results on May 18,1980.
Mission: Roman Catholic missionaries established St. Mary’s Indian Mission here in 1861, which sounds innocent enough. However, what became the first and biggest First Nations residential school of its kind in British Columbia was the precursor of many in which native children removed from their families were effectively incarcerated and ‘cleansed’ of their language and culture.
Hope: In 1848, the Hudson’s Bay Company built a fort-cum-trading post at the meeting of the Fraser and Coquihalla Rivers in the “hope” that it would provide an easier route into and out of the Cascade Mountains for fur trappers. For the next 10 years it did; then the gold rush began, the trappers turned their attention to panning and the beavers breathed a sigh of relief. Hope is now a logging station and tourist town.

HELL AND HIGH WATER: Gorge at Hell's Gate

FOREST JUMP: The train crosses a creek deep
in a pine and fir forest near Hell's Gate RM

Hell’s Gate: The 850-mile-long Fraser River, which is named after New England explorer Simon Fraser who navigated it in 1808 while seeking a trade route to the Pacific, is at its narrowest, noisiest and scariest at this 34-metre-wide gorge. When the Fraser — which can vary in height by 25 metres here — is in full spate, 200 million gallons of water a minute come crashing through.
Skuzzy Creek and Bridge: It’s difficult to imagine, but the 127-foot steamboat Skuzzy was built in 1882 to carry railway supplies UP the river through Hell’s Gate. It was only after a steam winch was installed that the Skuzzy was able — just once — to make the seemingly impossible passage.

SPANORAMA: Bridges at Cisco Crossings RM

Cisco Crossings: From the First Nations word “siska” meaning “unpredictable”, the name refers to the changeable nature of the water beneath the bridges here, where the Canadian Pacific and Canadian National Railways cross the Fraser River.
Avalanche Alley: Rock chutes along this length of the line ensure that anything dislodged by not-infrequent landslides above is channelled safely over and away from the rails. A higgledy-piggledy series of redundant telegraph poles is a reminder of the days when Morse code operators billeted in small shacks beside the track intercepted messages for the trains. The engineer would slow, and if he spotted a message attached to a pole he would reach out and retrieve it.
Jaws of Death Gorge: The turbulent waters of the Thompson River make this a
favourite spot for whitewater rafting. Great photos guaranteed if the passing of the train coincides with daredevils negotiating the rapids.

HAPPILY RIVER RAFTER: White water rafting
NEST DOOR NEIGHBOUR: An osprey perches
on its nest a few feet from the train window

Osprey Nest: It mustn’t have taken the committee very long to come up with the name for this part of the track. Look out of the right-hand windows and there it is, 10 feet away — an osprey nest perched atop an old telephone pole and, if you’re lucky, an osprey perched on the edge of the nest.

DAY TWO
Great Train Robbery, May 1906: This is where bumbling bandit Billy Miner robbed a train of $15 and some liver pills. Not a good day at the office for Billy and his buddies.
Mouth of the Adams River: The site every year of the world’s biggest salmon run, when the mature fish return from the ocean to spawn — and die. Here they will have completed a perilous (Bears! Ospreys! Anglers!) 350-mile, 21-day journey upriver from the mouth of the Fraser River, instinctively intent on reaching the Adams River spawning grounds where they hatched four years before. Having laid and fertilised billions of eggs, the emaciated and exhausted males and females, which stop feeding as soon as they enter the Fraser, die.

FRASE FRAME: Passing along
the Fraser Canyon RM

Craigellachie: At 9.22am on Saturday, November 7, 1885, investor Donald A. Smith, who didn’t know one end of a sledgehammer from the other, had a ham-fisted go at driving the last spike into the last length of track of the Canadian Pacific Railway — and bent it. At 9.25am he swung the hammer at a replacement spike, and this time his aim was true. Half-a-dozen blows later, history was made — Canada’s first transcontinental railway was complete, four-and-a-half years after the first spike was hammered into place and a remarkable six years ahead of schedule.
Connaught Tunnel: It took more than three years and $9 million to construct this five-mile-long tunnel straight through Mount Macdonald. Named after the Duke of Connaught, the then Governor General of Canada, the project was derided by sceptics who nicknamed it the “Cannot Tunnel” and sat back to watch it fail. They had to eat their words when it was completed, on time, in 1906.
Stoney Creek Bridge: This is the third bridge to span the creek here on the eastern slopes of Mount Tupper, which is not named after barefoot comic book athlete Alf Tupper, the ‘Tough of the Track’. If it had been, he’d be the ‘Tough of the Tracks’. The first bridge was a wooden structure, but it became unstable. Its steel replacement opened in 1893, but with locomotives becoming ever heavier it too was replaced, in 1929. The present bridge spans 150 metres and towers 100 metres above the creek bed.
Kicking Horse River: Geologist and map-maker James Hector discovered the canyon here in 1858, and promptly received a kick in the chest from one of his expedition’s pack horses, which knocked him out cold for several hours. He returned to the site in 1903, when the horseshoe-shaped bruise was a distant memory — until his companions told him the river had been named after some idiot who, 45 years before, had been kicked by a horse. Over the course of 30 miles, the Rocky Mountaineer crosses the river seven times.

MOUNT FUJI-COLOR: Castle Mountain provides one of the
best photo opportunities of the whole journey RM

Castle Mountain: Cameras at the ready, because this is one of the best photo opportunities of the trip. The 2,766-metre Castle Mountain lives up to its name, even though that name changed a couple of times. It does indeed resemble a castle: with its turreted ridges, it wouldn’t be out of place in one of those Lord of the Rings movies in which mountains look as we imagine mountains should be. It was named Castle Mountain by James ‘Kick-in-the-chest’ Hector in 1858. In 1946, prime minister Mackenzie King decided it should be renamed in honour of US General Dwight D Eisenhower, which met with unanimous approval. Thirty-three years later, the federal government reinstated the original name, though the first turreted ridge is known as Eisenhower Peak.

OTHER ROUTES
Rainforest to Goldrush (2 days) goes from Whistler to Jasper via Quesnel. This route offers some of the most beautiful and varied scenery, from coastal rainforest to the desert-like conditions of the Fraser Canyon and the sprawling ranchlands of the Cariboo Gold Rush region.
Coastal Passage (3 days) goes from the ‘Emerald City’ of Seattle, Washington — one of the world’s most popular cruise liner ports — to the Canadian Rockies via Vancouver and is the Rocky Mountaineer’s newest route.
Whistler Sea to Sky Climb (3.5 hours) goes from Vancouver along the Sea to Sky Corridor to Whistler, where passengers can join the Rainforest to Gold Rush Route.
Journey Through the Clouds (2 days) goes from Vancouver to Jasper via Kamloops and takes in the unparalleled scenery of Mount Robson, the highest peak (3,953 metres) in the Canadian Rockies, and Pyramid Falls.

HAPPY MEAL: Lunch is served in GoldLeaf RM

SERVICE
There are three levels of service on the Rocky Mountaineer:
GoldLeaf guests enjoy reserved seating in double-decker carriages with panoramic glass roofs. Downstairs is the dining salon where gourmet a la carte breakfasts and lunches are served.
SilverLeaf is available on all First Passage to the West trains between Vancouver and Banff, Lake Louise and Calgary and on the Journey Through the Clouds route. Guests enjoy panoramic views in a single-deck carriage where hot meals are served at their seats.
RedLeaf provides guests with comfortable reclining seats, picture windows and at-your-seat meals.

COOL SPEED AHEAD: Travel aboard the Rocky
Mountaineer and then join an Alaskan cruise RM

RAIL and SAIL
You can combine your Rocky Mountaineer rail trip with an Alaskan cruise (May 11 until September 7, 2014) for a two-week holiday or honeymoon that includes three days aboard the Rocky Mountaineer travelling from Calgary to Seattle, a seven-night cruise, seven nights’ hotel accommodation, North Vancouver and Banff tours, Yoho National Park tour, helicopter flightseeing trip and station and hotel transfers.

STAY
Vancouver: I explored Vancouver before boarding the Rocky Mountaineer and stayed one night in the 5-star Fairmont Hotel Vancouver and two in the 3-star West End Guesthouse. You can read about both establishments and Vancouver itself elsewhere on this blog — see ‘Canada: Vancouver is Simply Vantastic’.
Banff: A colleague of mine keeps his Facebook friends entertained by posting “view from my hotel room” photos from his trips. Sometimes we chuckle at snapshots of brick walls and wheelie-bins, while more often they’re pictures of fabulous scenery. It’s not a contest, but having been beaten to the bellows by Mr. Harrison and robbed of the Rocky Mountaineer raincoat by the Parisian poet laureate, I couldn’t help sniggering triumphantly when I opened the curtains in my room in the Rimrock Resort Hotel. Because there, beyond the window, was a big sensational chunk of Van Horne’s “million-dollar view” — and not a wheelie-bin in sight. Here’s what I saw:

IN PANE VIEW: What a sight from the window
of my room in the Rimrock Resort Hotel

The 345-room (plus 21 suites) Rimrock is a 10-minute journey from the centre of Banff on the area’s eco-friendly hybrid buses. From its lofty position 700-odd metres up the side of Sulphur Mountain, it looks down on the Spray River and Bow River valleys and out to Tunnel Mountain, Cascade Mountain and the Rundle Mountains range. What you see from the windows and terraces has the same effect on the eyeballs that weightlifters experience when they over-exert themselves and end up looking like Marty Feldman.
Everything inside this superior hotel impresses too. See www.rimrockresort.com for a taste of the experiences that await.

GETTING THERE
American Holidays are the Rocky Mountaineer specialists in Ireland and Northern Ireland. From €1,759 per person, based on two sharing, you can:
Fly from Dublin to Vancouver via London
Stay 3 nights in a 3-star hotel in Vancouver
Travel RedLeaf Service on the Rocky Mountaineer First Passage to the West
route from Vancouver to Banff (2 days)
Stay overnight in Kamloops
Stay two nights in a 3-star hotel in Banff, and
Transfer to Calgary for the return flights.
The price includes taxes, and is based on two adults travelling in April/May 2014.
To book your Rocky Mountaineer trip or rail and sail combo, callAmerican Holidays in Dublin on 01 673 3840, Cork on 021 236 4636 or Belfast on 02890 511855 or see www.americanholidays.com

FURTHER INFORMATION
For more information on visiting Vancouver and the province of British Columbia, see www.tourismvancouver.com and www.britishcolumbia.travel
For visitor information on Banff and Lake Louise, see www.banfflakelouise.com

AS YOU LAKE IT: Lake Louise, near Banff RM