Night train to Budapest
Nov. 12th, 2006 09:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shewhomustWe left Romania on the sleeper to Budapest. This sounds very romantic, and romance means adventure, and adventures - well, I'd rather read about them than have them. So I was a little nervous, standing on the platform at Sighisoara at eleven o' clock, wondering if the train will arrive, if it will be on time, if we'll find our compartment, if we'll sleep...
The train arrived precisely on time, with helpful staff to show us to our compartment. The berths are wide and comfortable (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
durham_rambler was persuaded to take the upper berth), the lights, blinds, windows and heating are all capable of adjustment, and I slept soundly. Except, of course, that you are woken at three in the morning so that the Romanian police can check your passport before you cross the border, and again forty-five minutes later, so that the Hungarian police can check it after.
The train arrived precisely on time, with helpful staff to show us to our compartment. The berths are wide and comfortable (
durham_rambler was persuaded to take the upper berth), the lights, blinds, windows and heating are all capable of adjustment, and I slept soundly. Except, of course, that you are woken at three in the morning so that the Romanian police can check your passport before you cross the border, and again forty-five minutes later, so that the Hungarian police can check it after.
