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After abusing the included breakfast of the hostel (after all, it’s 43 € a night and you have to make your own bed and pay for the towels), I left Schaan with the public bus to Austria. Or so I thought.

When I realized that we wre heading East and about to cross the Rhine into Switzerland, I immediately realized that we were doing a detour that was not on Maps… FUCK!

Hallo Schweiz!

I didn’t expect to see you again so soon. And without stop! Now, in itself, it’s not that important in the great scheme of things, but it does trigger my OCDs to no end. But what really pisses me off is that, I had known this wou:d happen, I would have taken the bus to Buchs SG [Buchs, St. Gallen] and then the train that crosses Liechtenstein without stopping. At least I would have done the entire and only train line of the country! Oh well… At least I would have been in four countries in one day. Three and a half…

Hallo Liechtenstein!

This time the bus stops, and I set my foot down on the floor, still holding to the interior of the bus. This time we’re going to the country I was actually aiming for.

Hallo Österreich!

The third visit of the trip, and the one that will allow me to complete the transaustrain railway, from Feldkirch [Feldkirch, Vorarlberg] to Innsbruck. It was in the same vein as what we saw in Switzerland, very impressive!

From Innsbruck, I’m going South to Verona, by the same way I did like two weeks ago, except without change this time. However, the train was 50 min late, and would arrive just when my next one leaves. The scenery felt so much different than when I saw it at the crack of dawn!

In Verona, I ran to the departures screen, saw platform 8, ran to and up it, only to see another train. I had climbed to platform 6. Some days just nothing goes your way…

I waited an hour for the next train to Roma, which was reached in over three hours. At least the hostel is just beside the train station. I would have like to go on a Vatican City reconnaissance tour, like a shark circling a bunch of seals, ready to murder one, but it was 22:30, so I went straight to bed.

Oh, and my sunglasses broke again.