Once across the uneventful Austria-Hungarian border, now considered an 20-minute cigarette stop as police sweep the carriages, we briefly stop at Gyor, a picturesque collection of traditional Hungarian architectures co-existing with totalitarian concrete. We walk the colourful old town, hop-scotching uneven cobblestones, navigating rickety backstreets and ogling ornate shop fronts before finally coming to a halt at the main square. There’s a musical dance-a-thon in progress and it’s being broadcast across the entirety of Hungary, or so the entourage of TV cameras would suggest. We opt for front row seats, beer and pizza and settle down for an hour or two absorbing the auditory fest laid out for all to enjoy.
Gyor’s old town is a pleasant stop-over for any journey and with its close proximity to Vienna, Bratislava and Budapest it’s a lovely family day out for a spot of lunch, or perhaps even to get away from the hustle and bustle of the city. Budapest, however, is at the top of our agenda, so we board the OEBB once more, settling in for another 90 minutes of uneventful nothingness before eventually reaching the outskirts of Hungary’s twinned capital city.