Late train

At the station we find our train listed but can't quite work out which is platform one. Fortunately we see the police chief from yesterday and in his broken English he points to the right place but then also tells us the train is an hour late. It was fortunate I'd booked the early train and we still had hours until our 5pm flight. However, I had a feeling we'd still be pushing it. We had plenty more mileage to cover and memories of the Belgrade train still haunt us. We take a seat and wait - for 90 minutes - in the cold. By the time the train does arrive we're both freezing and very keen to get to our seats.