34. Austria
Clickety Clack
Orderly Austria flashes past.
Suffocatingly precise.
Oh for some fresh air.
I pry a reluctant window open just a fraction.
In an apparently personal affront to the severe man glaring at me from afar.
Who storms thunderously through the carriage to slam it shut in my face.
Twice.
jpm
50 words for 50 countries 
He, he! Love to hate this fellow!
You know, Carol, he still makes me grit my teeth just thinking about it – 20 years later!!!
This has sparked memories of a train ride Bernie once told me about from a town in Hungary called “Where are we ville” to “OMG hang on to your wallet town”; when Bernie and his traveling companion were stuck in a cabin with the man who had feet that smelt of 1000 year old cheese…..very funny stuff. Make sure you ask Bernie to tell you the tale……
Think I would rather Grumpy-Rude-Uptight-Man to 1000-Year-Old-Cheese-Man, any day!!!