[GUEST ACCESS MODE: Data is scrambled or limited to provide examples. Make requests using your API key to unlock full data. Check https://lunarcrush.ai/auth for authentication information.]  Rory Duncan [@RoryDuncan1966](/creator/twitter/RoryDuncan1966) on x 17.5K followers Created: 2025-07-17 15:58:36 UTC I wish I could take a train from Oudsthoorn station to Johannesburg, a sleeper cabin with my family. I would love once again to take a meal in the dining car and then retire to my cabin and have a bottle of wine with the windows open as the train chuffed through the Eastern Cape veld. I would love once more to lie down between crisp white sheets listening to the clackity clack of the wheels and slowly fall asleep. In the morning, opening the blinds and watching the sun rise over the endless plains and hearing the sound of the horn blasting its haunting call as we enter a station, at a small station somewhere in the middle of nowhere. The sight of porters with their long curved trolleys loaded with luggage and the hustle and bustle on the platform of the station. Eventually, disembarking at Joburg station and taking a safe taxi ride through the towering skyscrapers downtown. Alas. Those days are gone forever. XXXXXXX engagements  [Post Link](https://x.com/RoryDuncan1966/status/1945875794167054726)
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Rory Duncan @RoryDuncan1966 on x 17.5K followers
Created: 2025-07-17 15:58:36 UTC
I wish I could take a train from Oudsthoorn station to Johannesburg, a sleeper cabin with my family. I would love once again to take a meal in the dining car and then retire to my cabin and have a bottle of wine with the windows open as the train chuffed through the Eastern Cape veld. I would love once more to lie down between crisp white sheets listening to the clackity clack of the wheels and slowly fall asleep. In the morning, opening the blinds and watching the sun rise over the endless plains and hearing the sound of the horn blasting its haunting call as we enter a station, at a small station somewhere in the middle of nowhere. The sight of porters with their long curved trolleys loaded with luggage and the hustle and bustle on the platform of the station. Eventually, disembarking at Joburg station and taking a safe taxi ride through the towering skyscrapers downtown. Alas. Those days are gone forever.
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