Never judge a journey by its point of embarkation.
Sarajevo’s central train station is ugly. Like crappy NY subway station ugly. But I had a cozy cabin to myself all day to watch the pretty Communist factories and forests go by on my way back to Budapest for one night before my 26-hour train ride to Kyiv.
Which was nice. I spent some quality time with myself. There’s a lot about me I never knew. Or needed to know really.