Lucy and Sarah's Impossible Adventure

Loading our bags onto the luggage racks we slumped into our seats looking forward to another scenic train and hopefully some sleep on the way to Innsbruck. It was a brief relaxing stint on the train, at the first stop we heard very familiar repeated announcemens about an autobus. We remained hopeful until the entire train began to disembark. Sheepishly we followed the crowds to the bus station. Due to the tracks being repaired we had to get a replacement bus service to 'somewhere'. The journey took a very long time, for a while we wondered if it was going all the way to Innsbruck. We finally arrived at 'somewhere' and somehow managed to find our train which had now become very busy; like true EXIT veterans we sat on the floor. We were growing evermore tired and Sarah's festival flu was worsening. By the time we made it to Innsbruck we were both exhausted and fed up. We had no idea where the campsite was and every information point seemed to be closed. Although we were helpfully informed that it would reopen at 9am. Sarah panicked and decided the best solution would be to go home. Lucy then panicked pondering the next couple of weeks by herself. Lucy took charge and asked at the ticket office. We guessed where the campsite was by looking at the map and found the nearest station. We eventually arrived at Kranebitten station; a singular train track overlooked by a mountain. Noone else boarded or left the train. Seeing as there was nothing at the station we wandered down the hill to find a little map spotting the tent symbol we made our way towards it. We hiked down a steep rubble path through woodland the sun rapidly setting behind the mountains. Triumphantly we found the campsite, they were still open, had space and were still serving food at the restaurant. Rusty the Tent was put up very quickly, we had a very quick meal and then collapsed. We woke up to stunning views.

We spent most of the day relaxing at the campsite before heading back to Innsbruck station to book our night train to Nice.

Arriving at Lesce Bled station after an expensive taxi ride (for fear of missing the train, we didnt know exactly what time it went) we had an hour wait, in which we planned to purchase a seat reservation. No. The station had one platform and no toilet, and the "ticket office" had closed at 3. Luckily this gave us time to get food for the train, although there was a slight pang of doubt that the train existed or, if it did, that we could get it without a seat reservation. When a train eventually arrived at the station a haze of confusion swept across the only platform and all 7 passengers mostly caused by one silly woman insisiting this was not the train to Salzburg. We ignored her and boarded the train, found seats, sat in them and went to Salzburg. The journey itself was beautiful, the train was just as we had imagined, open windows to lean out of and 'touch' the landscape; stunning mountains, gushing rivers and glittering waterfalls fell and rose both sides of the train.
The scenery began to change as we neared Salzburg, the trees and mountains turned to skyscrapers and roads. We left the train to wander into a city far removed from the 'living' hills. Admittedly, we had walked out of the wrong side of the station. After a rubbish nights sleep we went to explore the city. We sat on multiple benches discussing what to visit in only one day, we rejected the 38euro Sound of Music tour. Realising we were far to tired for any sight seeing we decided to go straight to Innsbruck, after a refreshing orange juice costing us a mere 2.95euro.