I love inter-railing. Waking up in one city, with its history, cuisine and traditions and retiring in another complete with contrasting cultures and conventions is invigorating. Indeed, its sufficiently rousing to dispel the fatigue fostered by the sparse sleeping hours such a holiday affords. The maelstrom of currencies, customs officers and cantankerous train station clerks is both wearying but oddly ingratiating. Prime among the appeal is variety. Beginning your week sipping an espresso in Milan only to end it eating Goulash by the Danube or savouring Cevapi at Lake Bled has an appeal so enticing it borders on mesmeric. So what to make of an Aussie Road trip? Could moving…