Our little trip to Vienna was a short one…more of a scouting layover than anything. When we were trying to figure out how to get from Budapest to Split, a train would have taken all day and all the flights went through Vienna with a layover anyway, so we decided to take a shortish train ride and spend 24 hours checking it out.
We were really lucky with regards to getting on the train at Keleti Station in Budapest. We got there early and it looked like our train was there in the platform, but the board said it was leaving at 7:10 instead of 7:40 like we thought. We quickly ran down to info, took a number and stood in line to ask. The moments were ticking away and finally made it to the counter at 7:04 where the lady confirmed that it was our train.
There was no time to ponder why the hell our train would be leaving a full 30 minutes EARLY, but we made it just in time (when has anything ever left early?!? This was weird! Did we say we loved taking the train? We might revise our feelings on the topic after this experience. )
It was an OBB jet train and we were in 2nd class which usually doesn’t require a reservation so we just sat down in the first empty seats we could find.
After the train’s next stop, some guy got on and told us he had a reservation for the seats we were sitting in. Fair enough, but the train was packed. We asked the attendant where we were supposed to sit and she told us that she had no idea because the train we were on was carrying all the passengers from an ealier train that had been cancelled. She suggested we go up to first class and try to buy a reservation from her colleague.
On our way to the first class car, we walked through the dining car and saw a lady sitting by herself and so we asked if we could join her.
This turned out to be a good move because we were able to sit there for the rest of the ride and had a really interesting conversation.
She was from Hungary and explained that she was currently moving her family to Vienna. We talked at length about politics, travel, family, and just life in general. Not only did she give us some perspective about the political climate in Hungary, but she gave us some great tips for our short stay in Vienna, which was super helpful.
We stayed at the weirdest hotel called Prizotel right near the train station. We booked it for convenience but man, this was the most poorly designed hotel we’ve ever seen. It looked like whomever designed it did it solely for the pinterest pics. Nothing about it made sense.
The colors made us feel like we were in a videogame, and the carpet rivaled even the cheesiest Laughlin casino.
The room itself had a floor that could give someone a seizure, lacked a closet, and looked like it was inspired by The Jetsons.
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The floor of our room. |
There was no place to hang anything in the bathroom. No hooks to hang that ditty bag or a towel, and the towel rack was INSIDE the shower. We aplaud the fact that they had a shower wand you could take off the wall, but it’s operation was unintuitive to say the least. The whole design was baffling. It was like the designer had never stayed at a hotel before. I wish I had taken more photos, but you get the idea…the place sucked.
Anyhow, we stashed our stuff and hopped on the tram to the center of the city just to cruise around and look at stuff.
We went to the Naschmarkt, a cute market of stalls where one could buy food and trinkets and such. There were a lot of people selling olives bread, cheese and wine.
We ate at one of the resturants there and had weiner schnitzel and Viennese goulash (which was very different than Czech or Hungarian goulash.)
Both were delicious.
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Viennese goulash |
Then we walked toward the Hapsburg House and just took it all in. The buildings were beautiful and in amazing condition.
Their Parliament building was particularly impressive.
For dinner we went to a cute out of the way restaurant called Klein Steiermark.
The service was terrible, but the amazing food made up for it! We had beef tartare and some kind of breaded chicken prepared with pumpkin oil and seeds.
For dessert we had apple strudel and kind of Viennese cake called Sachertorte.
We weren’t in Vienna for long, but long enough to know we want to come back. Now onto Croatia!