Germany. Very long story short, we found a train 6 hours to Munich, with a change there at 5am for the final 4-hour journey to Vienna. We were basically told to make our way showing our original ticket, but we weren’t confident that would work. We waited on the freezing platform for almost 90 minutes to make sure we could get on, then stayed in the dining car so that we didn’t get kicked off again if the officially suggested solution was bogus. When I say we looked like the people you KNOW didn’t buy a ticket, I wouldn’t be exaggerating. It was so cold on the second train I went into hermit mode and had my coat, a wrap and my hood pulled down over my face because there was no heat for 2 of the 4 hours on that train. So yes, our one shot at trying the sleeper train was gone, no chance we will try again; no lessons learned or silver lining. And our picnic dinner…that sat like a lead-lined concrete brick in my stomach for the next 24 hours. Yet, Vienna was worth the pain of getting there. AND…we pulled into the Vienna station 9 minutes after our original train did; too bad it didn’t have tires we could slash. We knew this because the Scottsman who was kicked off with us tracked it like a jilted lover the entire time to Vienna.
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