Well, I came back wednesday but had caught a cold on the train so I wasnt much in a writing mood the last 2 days!
Anyway, I *refuse* to ever connect via Salzburg to anywhere again. I swear, I am cursed.
So I am sitting on the train and it does not leave forever and after a while they announced the train would be delayed for some technical problems.
So I rushed to the conductor asking what about my connection but he brushed me off and kept telling me they had a problem not me, because there was a burning truck and it could take hours.
he did say, though they would announce about the connection.
They never did, though, all they did was keeping to appologize for the delay and blah blah blah.
So the train arrived in Salzburg two hours late. I went to a conductor there and he basically laughed in my face and claimed they had announced in Innsbruck that you had to change to another train.
I got really annoyed at that point and marched off angrily announcing I was going to grab that guy now, but luckily for him I could not find him.
Then went on to check for connection and it turned out I’d have to wait 2 hours in Salzburg to go to Munich and then went another 2 hours there to go to Paris so all in all would arrive 7 hours late.
At least I got my money for the reservation back, something that the austrian rail normally doesn’t do.
The train arrived at sometime 2 am and was full of drunkards going to the Oktoberfest in Munich. I found a compartment all to myself, though. It was full of empty bottles and smelled, but better than nothing.
An hour or later or so 2 posh girls arrived and claimed they had reserved (which they had not, there were 3 handwritten notes but not actual reservation) but I was too tired to argue.
So for a while I ended up sitting with a bunch of drunks but got annoyed after a while because they farted and where drunk and they put the champagne bottle on the luggage holder and I was too scared it’d explode or hit me in any other way.
so I left elswhere and tried to sleep there, which was impossible because some loud talking american entertained the entire train by talking about his “friends with benefits” and “trading computerparts against dope with someone in japan who had diplomacy”.
By the time I got to board the train in Munich it was 9 am and I totally spaced out. I got a window seat, but as the train was totally packed for most of the time I could not even stretch out, and the seats were immensly hard and uncomfy.
At the end of the trip an old woman sat next to me who was a bit neurotic and kept rummaging through her bag and jabbing me with her elbows, and the further I moved to the window the more she came after me.
I arrived in Paris at about 5 pm and spent about two hours finding a tourist office. Booked myself into a hotel and then decided to explore a little.