The next day, the plan was this: in the morning everyone goes their separate ways, and in the evening, to the thermal baths. I love the railway. Therefore, when I saw some rusty steam trains in a photo, I didn't even think, but immediately wanted to go to them.
First, true, we went to grab breakfast at a hipster vegan cafe with a sky-high rating. Luckily, everything is close by. There are some pluses to living in the center, not just noise and din. The cafe is so hipster that a cake is called "too raw," and the subtitle says "100% raw, 100% vegan, 100% paleo, 100% gluten-free." Practically poison for a rational person. What can you do, I hoped I wouldn't die and gobbled it up. Together with a traditional latte, of course.
Zvarg A warned us that flip-flops are mandatory in the thermal baths. We did grab towels from home, but we messed up with the slippers. To avoid paying exorbitant prices for them in the bathhouse itself, on the way to the train station I popped into a Decathlon, it was right there anyway. I bought sets of slippers for everyone, and for myself also a lumberjack shirt. An interesting detail - the shirt turned out to have a reinforced shoulder part, apparently for carrying a backpack often.
Long story short, I finally made it to the railway station. I had installed the app in advance, so I hoped there would be no problems. Alas, this isn't Switzerland. I didn't manage to buy a ticket, try as I might. I couldn't figure out why. The ride was only two stops, to be fair. Nevertheless, closer to the second one I noticed a ticket inspector, and ran away from him to the back of the train. Luckily, I managed to jump out in time. I figured that for the way back I'd definitely buy a ticket in advance. As they say, if you want to make the Flying Spaghetti Monster laugh, tell him about your plans.
