Maybe we like the misery

Up bright and early to go to Timisoara railway station. 
The train.that I had booked online from Ireland was a little commuter to Arad leaving at 8.21am to connect with the train to Budapest at 11.00am. Considering that it takes two hours for the 60 km between Timisoara and Arad, I was conscious of the fact that 40 minutes connection time was not much of a buffer considering CFR Calafori's flair for accruing a delay whenever given a chance. 

Then two days ago I saw that there was a bigger, more comfortable train, the overnight train from Bucharest to Arad, stopping in Timisoara at 7.28am, giving us two full hours of buffer at Arad and a chance to buy some food and water and catch some rays. 

We found out this morning that the bigger train was actually the one that goes all the way to Budapest (well, the cars do, with a change of engine at the border). We also found out that it had accrued 112 minutes of delay (a very precise number) during the.night. 

We ended up waiving goodbye to our little commuter to Arad with no sign of the bigger, more comfortable train. We found out.later that its engine, after a night of agony, finally kicked the bucket 80km away from Timisoara. 
We finally managed to leave, 2.5 hours late. 
And still had to change engine at the border where we baked.for an hour in the unforgiving Hungarian sun (not complaining, there'll be enough rainy when we get back home).
As I type, the Hungarian engine seems to be faring reasonably well. It can achieve a peak speed of at least 80km/h, twice that of its Romanian counterpart.