Train from Salzburg to VeniceOctober 7, 2015 in Italy
We would have gladly stayed in Salzburg longer, but we were up early the next morning for our train trip to Venice. Caught a cab the short distance to the station. This time it was on an OBB train, and noted again the warning signs on the information displays that there were no trains entering Germany from Salzburg (due to the refugee crisis).
We took our seat, but I wasn't in it for long. This train trip proved to be one of the most picturesque I have ever been on, past beautiful lush agricultural land, alpine huts, rivers, babbling brooks, glacial valleys, ski runs, and of course, the alps themselves. I hardly sat down, and the other tourists on the train were the same. Around every bend was a new view to marvel at. Several hours later we pulled into the main train station of Venice, a promise fulfilled for Rae. We immediately sorted out a multi-use canal ticket and made our way up to Rialto to look for the Hotel Bartolomeo. It was no mean feat finding it, with Venice's tiny crooked alleys and waterways not seeming to correspond well with our map.
Rae left me parked with our cases as we went up and back a couple of alleys, fighting to get past the tourists. We thought it best to look for it unencumbered, and it wasn't long before he found it, tucked around a few bends, only a short walk from where we got off the ferry.
Rae was rather dismayed to find we were on the fifth floor, with no lift, but we made it after a while. Well, this is Venice, and most of the places have orders slapped on them preventing any sort of construction. The room was small, but adequate, and we were keen to leave our bags and start exploring. Explore we did! Up one alley, down another. Past one canal, alongside another. We gradually got to know the place better, but we figured you'd need to be here a lot longer to avoid being lost, since direct foot routes are not possible because of the way the canals criss-cross everything.
We eventually settled down at a cafe quite near the Rialto for a glass of wine and eventually some dinner. Again I had the feeling that I had to pinch myself to believe that I was really here, and not dreaming. Night descended and the place took on a very pretty romantic feel, and we hopped on a ferry to do a tour of the Grand Canal, passing building after building of ancient, grand architecture.
Getting off at St Marks Square, i was surprised to find it not too busy - we were somewhere between the throngs of daytime tourists and the evening diners, so it was a good time to be here. We were able to stroll around without being pushed. St marks was also quite pretty. Some musicians were set up in the square outside one of the exclusive restaurants where you have to pay to sit, whether you want to order anything or not.
Eventually the day caught up with us and we made our way back to our digs. What a day to remember!Read more