There's basically only 2 differences on backpacker tourists on board of a ferry in Patagonia and trolley-deluxe tourists on a train in Canada. 1. Their age - approximately 45 years of difference. 2. They're comparing cruises instead of hostels. Otherwise everything is absolutely the same.
Introducing the cast:
The unofficial couple with pepper allergy, an addiction to freshly made ice tea with lemon and an ability to find everything better in the old days.
The IBM-typewriter repair man and his nursing wife, who were looking for loons.
The lady with dementia, whose son had sent her on the trip so he could get a break.
The man from Kansas having his first train ride ever. His wife, former casino dealer that didn't appreciate the american president's way to often - and expensive - holidays.
The chinese host in the dining car, who most of the time mixed up orders and timings, but who always served fresh things - coffee, water. And who was hilarious to watch - and listen to (and not only involuntarily).
The 60+ year old with long colored red hair (prejudice screams musician) who'd travelled with the train both ways.
The train and wildlife enthusiast from Vancouver wearing shorts and huge glasses, who scouted during the entire trip.
The lady, who - in steps - hid all the after dinner mints in her purse, so that she could survive a 4 hours city tour when reaching Toronto.
The retired railway employee and wife, returning from a Cruise in Alaska. They hadn't participated in the dance lessons but seen lots of wild-life. They could ride the economy class for free as he's a former employee. He was shaking all through breakfast because of a too efficient air-condition (which was indeed very efficient throughout the train).
The 2 sisters and their friend who'd gone on a girls tour in the mountains - without husbands. That way they could stop as much as they liked when they were to drive through Icefields Parkway.
The tattooed approx. 25 year old, who played on his laptop all the way to Toronto and, therefore, had the curtains down so he could see the screen. All the way - even through the Rockies. Quite a few conspiracies about his presence has been produced - mainly (only) by my mother and me...
The pre teens, whose lack of manors perhaps could be explained by their parents efficient ignoring of their kids.
The activity car hosts (yup we had those too) arranging trivias, bingo, snacks, beer and wine tasting, lectures etc. Making sure nobody would feel bored.
But one guy was missing. Hercule Poirot. We thought we saw him several times, but, unfortunately, it was only imagination. One the other hand that luckily enough meant that nobody was murdered no matter how perfect the settings were.
Location:The transcanadian railway