Travel gods are fickle

We traveled from Karlovy Vary to Vienna on train.
Well, actually we left from Ostrov. The tracks were disrupted between Ostrov and KV. On the way in, we transferred to a bus which took us to the depot. But on the way out we decided it was easier with the three of us to take a taxi from our Airbnb directly to the train station in Ostrov, about ten miles for $11.
This picture is from the first class car on that train. It is an old fashioned compartment. The three of us had it to ourselves, with our luggage on shelves above our heads. First class often means free WiFi, but this car was not upgraded. We were able to link one of our iPhones as a hotspot using the Czech sim data which was soon to be no good in Austria.
The connection in Prague was tight, about twenty minutes, which is close enough when transferring baggage down and over to another platform. We began to worry as we became more and more delayed. The train arrived with one minute to get moved. Luck was with us as the Vienna train was just across the same platform, delayed five minutes, and the first class cars were side-to-side.
The first class car on the OBB(Austrian) train rolling stock was modern with the three of us sitting at a table in 2x2 facing seats. About that time we were very hungry. There was a dining car but we also had the option of being served at our table, ordering by attendant or app. P jumped right in and got his meal ordered on the app. F and I couldn’t quite get it all decided and figured out before the attendant came by. You can guess what happened: P was waiting for his food until we were almost into Austria. He eventually went back to the dining car to cancel it. Our assessment was that the Czech crew was understaffed and overwhelmed.
Not to be deterred, P was soon picking out a brewpub via the internet for dinner in Vienna. He was determined to the point of getting F to use his German on a call for reservations. The call was unanswered. P hadn’t eaten all day. Fate was turning against us.
Our Airbnb is a ten minute walk from the Vienna Hauptbahnhof. We rolled our six suitcases, slinging various backpacks and shoulder bags, to find that the elevator in our building was out. Now we have not had elevators in our buildings up to now. We can handle a couple of flights. But our Airbnb was six flights up from ground level. My guys rose to the challenge. Later, F said he plugged in his earbuds, cranking up “Highway to Hell” to give him motivation.
Dinner was lovely. The absentee Airbnb host messaged us the next day that they were knocking off 100€. We were still speaking to each other. We have returned to lovely Vienna.