A train is a loud thing when you are in it, and this train was no exception. In the rear of the train, we stationed ourselves. For most of the time, it was quiet. I sat in the very back with the sun beating the hills around me, creating yellows brighter and more pure than any painter could create and bringing out the greens in the trees. The wind blew about me, whipping the hair around my face. This was a tour of New Zealand that is extremely cool. It brings you through places you can’t get to without taking a train. No cars were able to come, and there were no airports.