Using Austria’s high-quality trains is always a pleasure. I had a very good night, except that it only lasted about five hours. I got a hearty breakfast consisting of a bun filled with one of the most perverse inventions to ever poison a human mind, raisins. Why the hell people thought that drying up an otherwise perfectly fine fruit would make for a good ingredient for buns and cakes really is beyond my comprehension.
Here’s the remains of my breakfast:
Don’t forget to come back for my work-diary, starting tomorrow, or so.