So I caught a train from Budapest to Prague today. The first hour or so was fairly uneventful. Then some guy got on the train and had a seat reserved in the compartment i’d claimed. He couldn’t speak much english and I couldn’t speak Hungarian. Still, he felt it in his heart to share a couple of litres of his own red wine with me. This was his 2002 vintage and tasted very good, even if served out of a plastic bottle. I think i’m in Prague. I’m in a hostel that had my booking so thats a start, but really not feeling great.
Tomorrow I shall go and explore….
