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Perhaps a dangerous adventure or a life threatening situation away from home.
Attempting to acquire the ticket itself was bad enough – as soon as I saw the huge open room of Budapest’s main train station dedicated to the purchasing of international tickets, I knew I was in for a long, frustrating afternoon. Every available seat (there were about five), box and windowsill was occupied by sleepy-looking backpackers, a bit dazed and clutching a small numbered ticket. Those travellers not lucky enough to get a seat were sprawled in various uncomfortable positions across the floor of the room.