The Danube

From my train. I’m in Budapest!! To see the Grand Prix, v excited by the whole thing. Direct flights to Budapest were silly money this weekend so I (with plenty of others) flew to Vienna and got the train from there. Which is all very well but perhaps I should have remembered last night that I had a big day ahead of me today before going to bed far too late.

So a generally weary day but enjoyable nonetheless. British Airways actually managed to not cancel the flight, my bag was first on the carousel, the trains were easy and the hotel good. Am happy with my lot and I shall go forth for some exploration in the morning before the rest of the gang arrive.