October 16, 2008: Train
From the cheesy heart of Italy’s most romantic city, straight into the belly of the Eastern European beast. Train from Venice to Budapest, via Vienna. 8AM departure from Venice, 10PM arrival in Budapest. With peeps of alps along the way!
The train from Venice to Vienna was a dream. Comfortable, scenic and smooth with smatterings of perfect, yellow, Austrian houses ensconsed in perfect, grassy-green Austrian villages. Amusement came in the form of the refreshments cart, manned by a young guy so tall he had to practically fold himself around the trolley in order to inch it down the aisle. The English translations on the menu were begging to be parodied aloud in a thick Austrian accent. I knew it was bad form to find the superficialities of other cultures funny but I was only there for a day and couldn’t be bothered thinking too much about it. Stereotypes would do.