I got up this morning at 5 to catch the 6am train back to Budapest. I definitely like the train a lot and made good progress with my reading. Arriving at the scruffy Keleti train station 5 hours later I knew I had entered the post-communist world again. On me, I had my backpack stuffed with weekend essentials and my computer gear. I also had my "man bag"/satchel slung around my neck and arm (which contained my iphone, passport and camera) along with my black jacket hanging from my arm. I got on a packed bus to make it over to the tram to take me out to our flat and when I got on the tram that's when it hit me: your man bag is gone dude. Ouch. I'm usually very good in these situations and have never lost anything before or been pickpocketed. Agi and I think it's pretty clear it must have happened on the crowded bus and we've even speculated that someone could have snipped the strap to the bag. In any event, it was a pretty big financial hit but at least they didn't get the computer. It's a bummer too that I did lose all the pictures I spent the weekend taking to show Agi. But we've resolved we'll all be going back to Graz and will make up for it.