I haven’t written anything down for about four days now, so I have some catching up to do. I am westbound on IC train 566 from Vienna to Salzburg. (Actually at St. Pölters Hbf.) These IC trains are not nearly as nice as the EC trains like the one we rode on Friday. The woman sitting across from me is very old and wrinkly. She is wearing button-fly jeans but only has the top button done up. She insists on putting her smelly feet up on the seat next to me while Kirsten is wandering the cabin. It is very hot once again today and the heat-smell combination in this compartment is disgusting to say the least. Fortunately this trip is only slightly longer than three hours.
Vienna was splendid . . . more about that later.