We knew the lady in Uberlingen was trying to tell us something when she sold us our tickets from Prague to Vienna. It was only on the train that we realized what this was. Number One was that you needed to pay for a reservation. An extra 8 Euros each. Number Two was that the deal she found us only took us as far as Bratislava…we had thought that Bratislava came after Vienna, and we'd just get off the train early. Not the way this train went. "And what about the ticket to Austria?" said the train conductor when the stop for Bratislava passed. "Uh…oh, sorry. We'll pay for it."
"That is a good idea. Otherwise, you will be outside the train with your luggage."
Images from the movie "Euro Trip" flashed in my brain. When the recent high school graduates get out of the German truck after hitching a lift and realize they are not in Italy (where they wanted to go), but Bratislava, they see only tall Soviet-era apartment blocks and three-legged dogs. "Where are we?" EASTERN EUROPE! Oh no! We paid the 15 Euro each. No getting thrown out of the train for us.
You can, by the way, get Jaime's take on our adventures as well, by checking out:
http://ubergonian.blogspot.com
Happy reading!
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Julia, have Jaime check her text messages and computer messages from her father.
ReplyDeleteYou two behave yourselves.
Love,
Jaime's dad