Sunday, October 4, 2015
The coach ride to Graz, once you enter Styria, is undoubtedly one of my favourites. After leaving the Westbahnhof in Vienna, it was a one-way trip to the south-east, where we began weaving in and out of green hills, inside which are hidden the most beautiful small towns you could imagine—something out of a J.K. Rowling novel, set in the quiet villages of Scotland.
The last time I was in the 300,000-strong capital of Styria, it was in the middle of winter, and it was one of four stops during my first ever trip to Austria. I remember the short journey from the small town of Leoben to Graz, and I remember the same valley-dwelling homes, camouflaged in snow.