The Canadien is VIA Rail’s premier train, travelling between Toronto and Vancouver. Our train is of twenty carriages, all of which are shining silver cars dating from the 1950’s. There are sleeping cars, dining cars, four dome cars and a lovely bullet-shaped parlour car at the end of the train.
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| Our compartment - set for bed |
We found the train at Union Station and, after a wait, were allowed on board. We had a glass of bubbly in our compartment and then a couple more in the parlour car as our train slipped out of Toronto.
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| In the Park Car |
Today, we sat back and watched Ontario pass by. Thick forests, thin forests and waterlogged land with occasional stops on sidings to let freight trains speed by in the opposite direction. As the day proceeded, there was less sign of habitation. We stopped at small stations twice in the day, which gives some guide to the number of people out here, and these were tiny towns that basically exist to service the train.
Lunch and dinner are in settings (there are three). The food is good, as is the service. The restaurant meals are included in the cost and you can buy wines.
You fall into a rhythm. You read, you might have coffee and muffins in the parlour car or sit in the dome car for a while – it’s not too strenuous and it’s all quite peaceful.
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| Winnipeg's Museum of Human Rights |
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| Winnipeg - Assembly Building |
The city is culturally diverse. The original French trappers were joined by the English and later by migrants from Europe (particularly the Ukraine). A strong Francophone community remains, located across the river in the area called St Boniface (originally a separate city until a bridge joined them 50 years ago). It was an unexpected bonus to get a view of Winnipeg.
The train left Winnipeg and were rattled through the prairies. The country had changed from the forest wilderness of Ontario to flat plains of wheat and other crops, with some smaller cattle herds (cattle have to be housed indoors during the severe winters). We pass by many small towns and there are signs of life everywhere. It’s harvest time and we see large harvesters gathering in the wheat even as the light fades to darkness.
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| Prairie wheat fields in Sashsatchawan |
The next day, Sunday, is our last day on the train. It’s “clocks back an hour” again and we wake to find the train in Edmonton in Alberta. We move from prairie to rolling country with a mix of forest and field, with farms that seem to have corrals and horse facilities interspersed with the occasional oil pump, as Alberta is the primary Canadian oil field.
The country changes gradually as we climb and soon we are in the mountains. We arrive in Jasper, a town in the middle of a National Park. It's time to leave our train, which we have grown to enjoy and find our accommodation.
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| Pre-dinner drinks on our deck in Jasper |







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