Train troubles

I got up at 6:30 so I could get the 7:55 train to Cesky Krumlov before heading on to Salzburg this evening. By 7:07 I was ready to check out and make the ten minute walk to the train station. I decided to double check the train time before I left,  just incase. Good thing I did too. The train was actually at 7:15. There was no way I was going to make it in time. Maybe I could have if I hadn't had to check out and was 100% sure of the way to the station but I wasn't. I checked for the next train but it wasn't until  9:15 and I didnt feel it was worth going , just for two hours. I'm so annoyed. Will definitely have to go there on another occasion.

So I decided to go straight to Salzburg. I looked up the train times and discovered the next one wasn't until 9:15 either (same train possibly?). So now I have to sit in the train station for an hour.

Its absolutely chucking it down outside. I'm soaked from the walk here. The forecast is for rain the whole time I'm in Salzburg. Maybe I shouldn't have complained so much when it was hot and sunny.

A security guard just came round and woke all the sleeping tramps. I sat next to one earlier and almost passed out from the smell. I didn't sit there long.

At 9:15 everyone piled into the train and the compartment I was in ended up like fish in a whatever the analogy is.

It looks like its shaping up to be another horrendous journey. At the next station we'll have to get a bus, almost certainly meaning I will miss my connecting train from Linz to Salzburg. Oh well, its all part of the fun!

Its still raining. If it rains when I'm at Lake Bled there will be hell to pay.

Thankfully the bus journey was only short but since I only had 8 minutes at Linz I don't think there is much chance of me catching the train but by the sound of it (credit to Leila) the trains are frequent so I can just catch the next one possible.

I was in a compartment first with two australians and then 3 americans, all of which were going to Salzburg. Clearly they thought I knew where I was going as they said they were all going to follow me. I hope they arent expecting me to lead them like the pied piper as I have no idea where to go.

2pm and into the last half hour of the first leg, we are trundling through every tiny Austrian station with fantastic views over the hills, despite the clouds' best efforts. And yes, its still raining.

The man of the american family, at every stop, asks the woman 'is this it?'. It clearly isnt Linz. All it is is a building at the side of the railway track and a concrete slab that can hardly be called a platform. It is clearly not a major station like Linz.

When we got to Linz there was a ten minute wait before I was wizzing off to Salzburg on the 14:53