The journey continues

I awake (if indeed I slept) in Austria. The family below get up and the wagon-meister puts the middle beds away before bringing us our breakfasts.

There's still a few hours to kill before Wien. I finish my book, listen to Joni Mitchell, look out the window. Austria unfolds as the sun makes against the grey Sunday clouds. 

My train to Budapest has already been delayed an hour. I go downstairs in the station and eat a Lebenkase with a small beer. Interesting fare.

I take a short walk in the sun before returning to board my train. A two and a half hour ride, confused by a digital read out of stations that consistently promises that we will arrive at the next station sometime in the past. Disconcerting to say the least. 

Gáspár meets me in Budapest and we set off for Slovenia. It's a 5 hour drive through a bright clear afternoon/evening on a quiet motorway. Having crossed the border, we stop to eat the sandwiches that Adrienn has made for us, while the sun nudges towards the horizon.

It's dark by the time we arrive at their holiday flat. We have another light supper of bread and salami, before unpacking the sofa and slinking off to our respective beds.