
This is what I saw when my Vienna-bound train departed about 30 seconds after I exited. A dead platform in the middle of Austrian nowhere, with only a stray dog on the platform. The station was empty. There were no signs as to which of the three "platforms" the alleged train to Győr would arrive at (important because I knew I would have about 15 seconds to jump the new train). So for the first time this day -- but most definitely not the last -- I asked myself what the #@$% I was thinking.
I decided to stay on the one platform because it served as both Platform 2 (north side) and Platform 3 (south side), so I had a 66.67% chance of being in the right place. Good call, because at 9:13 a.m., two minutes ahead of schedule, my Győr bound train rolled into "Parndorf." Crisis averted.
One last view of Bratislava:

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