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Volume 5, November 2003 |
ISSN 1538-893X |
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The True Orient Express |
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The
Orient Express dates back to October 1883. By the 1920s the train was running
from Paris to Istanbul via Venice, through the Simplon Tunnel, built in 1906.
Those were the train's glory days. Decadence was the mot du jour. Royalty
and celebrities alike traveled in pure luxury and opulence throughout Europe.
The
Orient Express has a mythical quality which has been with me for as long as I
can remember. Tales of eccentric and eclectic travelers taking a voyage to
far-flung places have been lurking at the back of my mind since childhood.
Movies, books and stories told had me waiting for the day when I might too be
part of that chosen few, that group of distinguished passengers heading for an
exotic destination. The
train would take us from Bangkok to Singapore, via Kuala Lumpur, through some of
the world's most luxuriant and beautiful countryside, south through Thailand and
Malaysia.
Termites
ate the first one
In
1923 the causeway joining Singapore to the mainland enabled travelers to journey
from Bangkok to Singapore – taking a total of 60 hours. Our trip was to be
more leisurely. On the schedule: tranquil but substantial breakfast in bed
followed by an excursion; back on board, a little time to recover from the day's
exertions, silver-service afternoon tea before deciding what to wear for dinner
at 8. Nothing too strenuous, then. The journey was due to take three days and
two nights. Traveling
through these two countries on one train is a first. The Eastern & Oriental
Express is the only company to have this privilege. The agreement signed in 1991
with both Malaysian and Thai rail networks was a necessity for the luxury train
to travel the length of the 1,262-mile Malay Peninsula. "This
is still the most exotic way to see this part of the world, a civilized way to
see the backyards of the country," says the train's manager. And I couldn't
agree more. We
arrived at Hualampong Station on a hot, muggy morning in Bangkok full of
anticipation. Entering the Orient Express lounge was the start to a journey in a
parallel universe. Outside, baggage handlers were scurrying around while
passengers waved their goodbyes. Inside, we checked in and were seated for
brunch by the maitre d'. "Would you care to share a table?" he asked. Of course,
I thought. . . who
As I
stepped aboard the elegant dark green and cream wagon, I was transported back in
time. I fully expected to see two English spinsters, an Austrian baroness and
Hercule Poirot having tea in the restaurant car, while, in the corner, a
glamorous blonde puffed seductively from a cigarette holder, as she flirted with
an elderly gentleman.
Cars
restored to splendor
All 22
carriages were entirely gutted and redecorated. Major changes included adding
air-conditioning, adjusting the gauge to make sure it was compatible with the
Malaysian and Thai railway tracks, and refitting with lavish interiors. The
observation car at the end of the train had been especially built to withstand
both intense sunlight and tropical downpours. Soft furnishings were imported
from Paris – only the best. Everything
was thought of to ensure a pleasant voyage – even the numbers of the carriages
bring luck. Certain numbers were avoided according to Chinese superstitions. This
is no ordinary train. Luxury prevails. In fact, Ulf Bruchert, the manager,
confides that the train was modeled on the one in the 1932 Marlene Dietrich
movie Shanghai Express. The spacious carriages were designed for comfort:
antique brass fittings, gleaming wood paneling, large viewing windows, soft
towels and Bulgari shower cream – total indulgence. And there's more: you have
your very own cabin steward who is on call 24 hours a day. For $65 he will even
bring you a bottle of Veuve Cliquot. Sheer
TVs,
radios and constant mobile ring tones are conspicuously absent – a rarity, and
a luxury, today. Yet there is no time to get bored. From leaving Bangkok and its
tin-roofed shacks, houses on stilts and diligent communities on the rail side to
the bright lime-green jungle; it's simply impossible to stop looking out and
taking in the diversity of life. On day
one you are invited to the Bridge over the River Kwai, located at Kanchanaburi,
near the Thai/Burmese border. This excursion includes a boat trip and a stop at
the cemetery where lie many British and Dutch POWs who were involved in building
the infamous “Death Railway” that was immortalized in the 1957 Alec Guiness/William
Holden film, The Bridge on the River Kwai. As you float down the river
listening to the story of the River Kwai, remember to drink plenty of water as
the heat can be a knockout – literally for some. To finish off the tour, the
guides give a small tutorial on lotus flower folding. Having folded the perfect
lotus flower, I felt peculiarly proud of my achievement.
An
abrupt change Surprisingly,
the passage from Buddhist Thailand to Muslim Malaysia is quite clear. Even
without the cabin steward's little card advising travelers to adjust their
watches (there is an hour's difference), looking outside said it all. From
Thailand's terraced farms we were plunged into Malaysian rubber plantations. The
change was startling. In
Malaysia the train stops in Butterworth for a visit to the Spice Island of
Penang. A checkered history of British, Malaysian and Chinese influence
throughout time makes George Town colorful and diverse. From the people to the
architecture, it's a real melting pot of cultures. The visit by trishaw takes
you from a Chinese clan house, impressive with its ornate, colorful and complex
carvings, past Little India and the legendary Eastern and Oriental Hotel. This
is a good opportunity to see a lot without walking in the stifling heat. Back
on the train, after a wobbly shower, it's time to meet fellow travelers in the
observation car. The open-air car is ideal for soaking up the tropical
environment while sipping an aperitif and socializing. Hair flickering around
your face, you are free to embrace the heat, sights, sounds and fragrance of the
The
restaurant, run by British Chef Kevin Cape, is a highlight of the journey.
Dinner is a formal affair where men are expected to wear jackets and ties and
the ladies can dress in their finest garb. The
food is worthy of a Michelin star in my opinion. Your taste buds are in for a
feast of flavors. French silverware, heavy crystal and impeccable service
enhance the experience making you glow some more. Sampling
Grilled Snow Fish steak, Clear Wonton Soup with Tamlueng leaf or Warm Goat's
Cheese Souffle with Fricassee of Lobster and Thai Asparagus is quite something.
And that's only the starters. Watching
the landscape at night, while enjoying Pan Fried Sea bass with Lemongrass
Risotto, Traditional Thai Massaman Chicken Curry or even Aromatic Confit of Duck
with Szechwan style vegetables is a unique, somewhat surreal experience. And if
that weren't enough, the delicately prepared deserts range from Asian Mixed
Fruit Crumble served with Roselle Ice Cream, Delice of Chocolate with Cassis
Sauce to Warm Mango Tart and sticky rice. After Petit Fours and coffee, it's
time to head to the bar where a piano player provides the entertainment while
you enjoy a nightcap.
After
crossing the Straits of Johor, the train pulls into Singapore and disappointment
sets in. Back to the real world. Your “train feet” have finally found the
right motion but it's back to solid earth. Everything they say is true. The
Orient Express legend deserves its glamorous reputation. It is definitely the
thing of novels, stories told at dinner parties and the stuff of great memories. Rowena Carr-Allinson is a freelance author living in London and editor of Hipvoyages.com. Her articles have appeared in a number of UK and online publications. Photos: copyright Mowgli Fiere / Rowena Carr-Allinson |
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