Bad Schandau
Never heard of it?
Neither had I until I was unceremoniously dumped there at 1am, many years ago. It may be an alright place, but not by my experience....

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May 1995 - whilst on a trip to take his uncle back to Croatia during the war (another story), Sebulba had decided to re-visit the former capital of the Reich to see how things had changed in the intervening 3 years since he was last there.

After a few days, I then decided to visit Vienna. The shortest distance between the two cities is via Prague, and duly bought an overnight train ticket.

The Czech border guards get on two stations up from the border, so they can biff off anyone that doesn't have the right stamps in the old passport at the last station in Germany.

Which was Bad Schandau. And no-one told me I needed a transit Visa....
As myself, two bags, and a cavalry sabre watched the train head off into the distance, I took a look at my surroundings. One station waiting room and inside were 4 sleeping, farting drunks. Outside was about -2 degrees.
Oh joy.

Judging by the graffiti in a myriad of languages, I wasn't the only one caught out this way. One wall was a veritable Tower of Babel, mostly questioning the parentage or night-time jobs of the Czechs generally, with liberal mention of the rectal cavity.

But in Paris I had 'acquired' a Thomas Cook Rail Timetable, and so I knew when a train was due to head back into Germany.
When it stopped, I jumped it and hid in a darkened carriage and got back to Dresden. Where I spent a further 5 hours freezing my ass off until I could get a ticket to Zurich.

Length - 2 hours in a room rapidly filling with methane. Eych....
(Sebulba continues to fight evil with evil....., Wed 4 Nov 2009, 9:52, Reply)