May 15, 1998 The twelve-hour train ride to Salzburg is a memory of smoke inhalation, The World According the Garp, and gorgeous mountains. Thank goodness for Garp and the scenery, or I never would have made it without strangling the crotchety old chainsmoker across the aisle. Last night we drank a few beers in the hostel bar and met some tipsy English girls and a suspicious "snowboarding entrepreneur" with strange red dredlocks. Today's the The Sound of Music tour, and I have to admit that I'm pumped up. Still feeling a bit under the weather. Ugh...SNOT. more salzburg © 1999 ~ 2003 eb