Crazy Screaming Woman and Syrian Refugees Sighting During Transport

Salzburg is my favorite city we’ve visited so far (wonder how many times I’m going to say that …). Kinda reminds me a bit of Boulder in a way. It’s a cute little city surrounded by green hills and tall mountains. But before I get into all the mushy gushy wanderlust talk, the transport from Prague to Salzburg was a crazy adventure in itself, for a number of reasons. It all started like this …

It was an overcast cloudy day with a brisk chill in the air…

We were just jammin in our little room on the train, doing our thing, and this middle aged woman with long frizzy hair came over to our cabin, opened the doors frantically, and literally started screaming something at us in German. It didn’t obviously make any sense to us, but she kept shouting and crying and waiving her hands all over the place.

Startled, we thought we were going to crash off the tracks or something. When she realized we didn’t speak any German, she slammed our door shut, went back to her cabin, and we continued to hear her acting hysterical. We felt rather helpless, but really didn’t know what to do.

Then, our very grumpy conductor came to tell us that we were going to be getting off at the next stop at boarding a bus, which was weird because we weren’t supposed to be boarding any busses, just two trains (via our train purchasing ticket window lady). He was so short with us that when we tried telling him about the crazy lady, and asking why we would be getting off and taking a bus, he just shouted at us, “Get off at the next stop!”

Then he slammed our door shut.

Still confused about why we were being escorted off the train to get onto the other bus, we saw the conductor just sitting in a cabin as we were un-boarding the train. We thought we’d ask him again as to why we were boarding a bus, and then he just stared at us and shouted, “NO!”.

Maybe it was because we were Americans.


We boarded the bus that lead through the rolling hills and it was kind of chilling, as I couldn’t help but think about the Holocaust while riding through Germany. It was just getting dark and kind of spooky outside, and I don’t know, it was just a weird feeling. Especially because there was no logic as to why we were on a bus.

Then, there we were on our third train transfer (which luckily ended up being our last one), and while we were waiting for this train to come,  we saw all of these people getting strictly transported by German police.

It didn’t take long for us to realize the large group of people was Syrian refugees. Right now, Germany is taking more than 800,000 of them. Why Germany? Perhaps they were trying to compensate for some of their own faults from the past. I’m not so sure.

It was pretty sad to think about all those families — with babies, teenagers, elders — having to leave their homes because it is the location where a war is taking place. Something we don’t have to deal with much back home.


After this train, we were in Salzburg.