Dochula Pass, Bhutan

I just read a post by Ivan Herman about how Hungary has joined the Schengen Agreement, and will soon be removing border controls on the EU side. That put me in mind of the first time I tried to pass through the Iron Curtain.

I was travelling from Vienna to Budapest (probably about 25 years ago) and I had decided to go through Sopron, rather than Hegyeshalom, so I could see something a little more off the beaten track. This was a month-long InterRail trip, so I was able to follow my whim and jump on whatever train I wanted. The train connections worked, and I found myself heading south from Vienna.

Eventually, the train passed into Hungary and stopped. I needed a visa, so I got off with a bunch of other (Hungarian looking) people, and traipsed over to a small outbuilding, where I found myself at the back of a queue of people jostling bags of various sizes and dressed and coiffed in what looked to me to be a very Eastern European fashion. Looking out of the window, everything was grey. I could see rail tracks and points and small, grey buildings but also several very tall towers with machine gun nests perched on top (quite large looking machine guns). The queue moved slowly, and I was surprised at one point to see my train pulling away and disappearing. It seemed a bit odd (and I was glad I’d brought all my stuff with me), but I figured this was probably normal, and I’d just have to catch another train.

I finally arrived at the desk and asked for a visa. The guy behind the desk started talking to me in a somewhat animated fashion, but I had no idea what he was saying. I hadn’t learned German yet, and Hungarian was completely incomprehensible to me. I kept trying to explain, politely, in English, that I needed a visa. Finally, he gave me an exasperated look and called someone out of a nearby room. The guy who emerged was huge, bald and intimidatingly business-like. (Some time later I saw the film Midnight Express, and realised that the prison guard and he could have been the same person.) He shouted at me “Nicht visa!”. And I tried to explain, in English, that, yes, I had no visa, but would like to obtain one, please. This didn’t appear to get across clearly, because he simply repeated “Nicht visa!!” several times, increasing in volume.

Finally, the tension broke and gave way to action. He motioned for me to follow him out of the building, and we started walking away across a couple of sets of railway tracks. I noticed, feeling slightly less at ease but still hopeful, that I was flanked by a soldier with a gun on either side. They weren’t exactly giving me encouraging looks, and as I glanced up at the machine gun towers and at the surrounding barbed wire, I began to wish I knew what was happening.

Soon we arrived at the end of a short train. The very last carriage of this train looked like something you’d expect to see in a Wild West film. It had a kind of standing area at each end with a railing, a door into the carriage and steps leading down to the ground on either side. I was ushered up one set of steps and into what turned out to be an empty carriage. The door was shut behind me, and within a minute or so, as I remember it, the train started moving off, in the same direction my earlier train had disappeared. So I wasn’t just being sent back across the border.

That last realisation started to trouble me a little, since I still had no visa and no idea what was happening. It didn’t help that there was a small round window in the door at each end of the carriage, through which I could see guards sitting on the steps at each corner, all holding machine guns at the ready. As the towers slid away behind us, night started to fall.

Twenty five years has dulled the memory of some of what happened next, but eventually I got off at a small station, having reached the end of the line. The guards were gone, and the station turned out to be quite modern and clean looking. I still couldn’t understand anything anyone was saying, so I still had no idea where I was, but I was able figure out that I was somehow back in Austria. It was much later that I was to realise that Sopron is on a peninsular that sticks into Austria, and I had come in one side and been sent out the other.

I slept that night on the floor of the main station building, and the next morning set off to find someone who spoke English and could tell me where I was – and just as importantly how to get into Hungary. The town was quite small, maybe just a village. In spite of that it took me a while, but I eventually came across a chap in a supermarket who was able to explain to me that visas are not issued on entry into Hungary by train via Sopron. I was ahead of him there. He also offered to drive me to the border, telling me that I would be able to get a visa at the road entry point.

It’s nice to think about that person whenever I relive this story. He really went out of his way, leaving work to assist a complete stranger, with no fuss or thought for reward. I wonder whether he remembers me. I doubt it. Of course, these days he may even be reading this blog post…

So it was that, eventually, I got the stamp in my passport that I needed, and somehow found my way onto another train heading for Budapest. Well, it wasn’t quite the end of the fun. That continued when I tried to meet up with my father in the capital. But that, as they say, is another story…

Týnský chrám with Praský Hrad in the distance.
Flickr photostream.

I was in Prague for a face-to-face meeting of the ITS (International Tag Set) Working Group in October, and I finally created a couple of sets of photos of the town that I took in my free time.

It’s such a photogenic place, you can almost point the camera in any direction and click the shutter and come away with interesting photos. I didn’t have a huge amount of time, so I stayed in the main tourist track, although this time I did make it up three towers – definitely a good move.

There are 2 new sets of photos:

  • East of the Vltava This covers the Staré Město (old town), including photos from the top of the clock tower and the top of Prašná brána (Powder Gate).
  • West of the Vltava Malá Strana and the Praský Hrad complex, with views back over the city from the top of the cathedral tower.

Flickr photostream.

I was in Hyderabad, India in January for a workshop exploring internationalisation issues surrounding the Speech Synthesis Markup Language (SSML), and we got a little time to take photos. (I’m reinstating this post because I accidentally deleted it 🙁 )

There are 2 sets of photos:

  • Charminar etc Charminar is a monument at the centre of Hyderabad. This set also includes photos at the nearby Mecca Masjid, and some tribal dancing.
  • Golconda Fort High on a hill overlooking Hyderabad, there has been a fort here for nearly a thousand years.