The day after

Some time to kill before heading back to Budapest for the flight home (for most folk) or to a Budapest hotel (like me). So I went on the little local railway into the hills. Frankly, this is never going to be in anyone's list of great railway journeys of the world. Scenic, but not much more than walking along the lake, the rail line lying a little above where I had walked around the morning before.

Different view of health & safety in Hungary. Note the ticket collector works his way along clinging to the outside of the train!

This was one of the "stations" on the route. No, not the whole station - I couldn't photograph the little bench which was the rest of it! Its not exactly King's Cross.