The Bzmot 362 climbing up towards Gyõr, already high on the plateau of the Bakony

It cannot be written down what it feels like when after Veszprém the tiny Bzmot turns right hard and climbing up more than a hundred meter higher than Veszprém. After some narrow turns that throw you from one side of the aquarium-like railcar to the other you can look down at the city from a plateau that’s completely deserted, only short grass like in savannahs grow. I’ll try to tell you about this feeling in the following few shots and I hope you’ll feel like me - extremely far from everything!