Time to ride the rails to Hungary

With our preparation to leave Croatia today winding up I pinch myself on what has so far been an amazing holiday, but today as we head for the Hungarian boarder I just wonder what if. We bus around some track works and were soon heading east toward Hungary , the mullet haired conductor tries to tell us we should be on the night train. What would he know and we push ever closer to the boarder, by now some doubts have crept in to our heads and we continue in vain. Pretty soon the boarder control climbs aboard for a passport check and once again they let us continue ,at the next station more boarder control and we are cleared again and we enter Hungary. With our one and only train change complete the next crappy piece of junk begins move forward but only just. Our destination is a small town on the shores of lake Baliton called Siofok ,the distance between Zagreb and Siofok is some 220ks this trip took just on 7 hrs. This snail rail journey was an adventure we will never forget, starting the journey on the slow train the conductor and a member of the traveling public had a slight alteration. This lead to the train stopping and refusing to go any further until the passenger removed himself from the train, which he did after all the other passengers give him a fair old payout. With no water or food the hunger pains start to creep in on this Hungarian adventure, pretty soon the women produce some stale old cake and some dry biscuits. And one of the touring party was celebrating her 64th birthday so we sang happy birthday and cleaned up the tucker. Siofok is as cold as you know what on our arrival so no skinny dipping to night. Gotta go and have dinner so see ya....".....WADDA

This was the bone rattler