Budapest

Ornate flower baskets, overflowing with rich, vibrant colours hang from the ubiquitous cast-iron lamp posts adorning the platform’s edge. With a final shudder, our ride comes to a standstill. We’ve finally arrived at Budapest’s grand Kelati central station.

Kelati #1

D800e / 14 – 24 f2.8 / Budapest

Kelati #2

D800e / 14 – 24 f2.8 / Budapest

Matthias Church

D800e / 14 – 24 f2.8 / Budapest

Parliament

D4 / 14 – 24 f2.8 / Budapest

The Other Side

D4 / 70 – 200 f2.8 / Budapest

The Power of One

D4 / 70- 200 f2.8 / Budapest

Museum of Modern Art

D800e / 14 – 24 f2.8 / Budapest

Corvin-Negyed

D800e / 14 – 24 f2.8 / Budapest

Budapest

D800e / 50 f1.4 / Budapest

The OEBB from Vienna to Budapest leaves bang on time, as usual. We slowly pull away from the angular confines of Vienna’s newest train station, deserting the infamous and thoroughly impenetrable Viennese bubble for a precious few days. I’m momentarily gripped with a sudden panic, similar to when I first left home… am I nervous? It becomes apparent I’ve spent too much time living in the ‘safety’ of the worlds most livable city. Possibly time to move.

Soon we’re darting across the Viennese green-belt, northern Austria’s farmland for the ravenous, wine-swilling city elite. An ocean of small yet perfectly formed bright orange carrots cover tilled fields as far as the eye can see, the impeccably uniform symmetry comically interrupted every now and then by a few stubborn green cabbages. There’s a certain smugness dressed across the rebel greenery, and somewhere deep in the roots of this Cruciferous invasion echoes a reflection of modern Viennese society.

Crossing the Danube just outside Budapest and a muddled horizon gives away nothing of the ancient city itself. Trees and derelict buildings litter the landscape, a sea of greens and browns ahead and behind. Our train slows to a crawl as the number of adjacent tracks starts to grow exponentially. Overhead power lines begin to join the fray, as do graffitied sleeper carriages of all shapes and sizes. The horn blows loud and shrill clearing the oncoming tracks, an army of rusty brakes squeal against less-than-stainless steel rims. Sparks eject from under the train ricocheting off dusty vegetation laying along the lines. The beginnings of long empty platforms appear outside misty train windows. Ornate flower baskets, overflowing with rich, vibrant colours hang from the ubiquitous cast-iron lamp posts adorning the platform’s edge. With a final shudder, our ride comes to a standstill. We’ve finally arrived at Budapest’s grand Kelati central station.

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