Venice, Italy
We boarded the night train in Zagreb, and immediately regretted not paying for beds. The carriages were packed, smelly and hot. We found our seats occupied by a very moody Croatian woman and a seemingly pleasant American, both of which we asked to move, the woman being much more reluctant than the guy. A night of hardly any sleep, (largely due to Australians that wouldn't shut up) and we arrived in Venice, tired and unenthusiastic.
Our hotel, (yes, hotel!) was ...