Once across the fairly uneventful Austrian-Hungarian border, now considered a bonus 20-minute cigarette stop as police sweep the carriages, we briefly stop at Gyor, a picturesque collection of traditional Hungarian architecture co-existing with totalitarian concrete. We walk the colorful 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-
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, 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.