In Zagreb we booked tickets to Austria, and even got an official to show us to our compartment, on the right train this time! When we reached the compartment I extended my hand to thank him for being the only decent official we had met so far, and when he extended his callous fat paw towards me, it was upturned, waiting for a tip. We gave him what we had which was only 2c as we had spent all our Yugoslavian money. He complained muttered and turned and stormed off. I was really disappointed, I thought I had nearly found a decent official.
We had good seats, slept a bit, and got off in Austria, at a station 3 hours from Innsbruck to wait for a connecting train, so we would arrive when everything would be open. There was a marked difference in train service, now we were clearly in a Germanic country, efficient, cleaner and some how colder.
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