Riding the rails up Queensland's coast is a visual feast, writes Jim Eagles.
Outside the distinctive Australian countryside - parched paddocks, silver gums and brown termite mounds baking under a blazing sun - is whizzing by at around 150km/h. Inside all is smooth and cool and I'm admiring the Queensland scenery while sipping a beer and munching on a chicken sandwich.
Through the window I spy a sign warning motorists to look out for koalas. Fortunately this is a train so there's no need to worry but I try to spot a koala anyway.
There are plenty of gum trees but none of them are accommodating koalas as far as I can tell, however I do spot a couple of camels and doleful-looking, floppy-eared brahma cattle that can survive in arid conditions.
The 2008 kidult film, Inkheart, is showing on screen and looks quite entertaining. But my viewing is patchy because the vista passing outside is even more interesting and totally unlike New Zealand: quaint country towns with those charming Australian houses made of stone with wide verandahs and intricate wrought iron balconies; broad, green, slow-moving rivers, some with signs warning of crocodiles; blackened forests, obviously recently swept by fire, but whether deliberately lit for conservation reasons or the result of the drought there's no way of knowing. There are also coastal mudflats thick with mangroves, crawling with huge crabs and fluttering with birdlife.