After a hearty breakfast at The Klosterbrau and a very rushed good-bye to Alois (who was having his hair cut) and Romina (who was working on reception), we hopped on the train to Innsbruck to catch our connection to Zurich in Switzerland.
At least that was the plan.
The train to Zurich was delayed for just over 30 minutes when we arrived at Innsbruck, which wasn’t too bad, but the scrum than ensued when we boarded the train was something to experience.
Whether it was overbooked or we just picked a particularly busy time, people were everywhere, the seats corridors and toilets were jam packed. After about 10 minutes walking the length of the train we found some seats. We lasted about 30 seconds before 2 men appeared saying they had reserved them. Fair enough.
As luck would have it a couple of Austrian ladies told us that it had been announced that the train company had stuck two extra carriages at the back of the train to accommodate everyone. We were pleased but this also meant trying to walk all the way back through all the carriages, the restaurant (one table of which I had relieved of a table cloth and cutlery with my suitcase on the way through) and First Class.
Thankfully, it wasn’t too bad and we discovered a virtually empty brand new carriage being tugged along at the very back of the train. We could even see out of the back window.
An hour or so later the ticket conductor came around and informed us that the back two carriages would be un-hooked a bit later in the journey. So a bit later we upped sticks and moved ourselves further back into the train. (Back through the restaurant car of course).
We finally arrived in Zurich, Switzerland at 4.45pm and soon found our hotel following a short walk (up some very steep hills).
Dropping our bags in reception and slightly out of breath we attempted to check in.
‘We have a problem’ the lady on reception told us. Apparently they had a party of three rooms who had a sick child in a nearby hospital and needed to stay for an extra few nights.
Needless to say us two muggins were the arrivals who’d been ‘bumped’ to another hotel. It’s called the Astoria and is actually a bit further into the city (which is very pretty by the way) but is also like stepping into a 1970’s episode of The Young Doctors with staff and decor that could almost be marketed as a novelty hotel.
We’re also right on the street with trams trundling past. Quite a contrast to 5 star Alpine views. Tsk.
It sounds awful, but it’s quite hard to reconcile in our heads how we had to end up at a hotel that is nothing like the one we booked (very funky, XBox in each room, spent hours picking the right one) because of someone else’s problems. We know their kid is sick, but the hotel we are in is the same distance from the hospital. It just feels like they’ve transferred their problems onto us, so we now have to spend 2 nights of our holiday somewhere we don’t want to be.
The hotel has free wireless access but it’s not working at the moment, so you’ll most likely get the next few days entries in one big lump when we get home - or if we find an internet cafe.
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