Riding the rails
Just after dawn on a bright June morning, we pedalled off the Stenaline roll-on, roll-off ferry at Hoek van Holland. We were refreshed and relaxed. Setting off from Harwich International ferry port, after two UK train rides, had been just as easy. It was an effortless way to begin our continental tour, comparing favourably with the hassle of flying.
At Hoek van Holland, we were through passport control and customs in a trice. The cycle-friendly train station was only 100 metres away. A small ramp – no steps or lifts – took us onto the platform, where we could catch any of the half-hourly modern sprinter trains to Rotterdam Centraal.
For our four-week trip, we’d researched and booked trains for the majority of our route via the excellent Deutsche Bahn website and UK office. Twelve weeks ahead of departure (13 would be better yet), I contacted Deutsche Bahn with two alternative train routes to see which was cheapest. When we’d agreed which route to take, Deutsche Bahn made the reservations and posted the tickets. With them came a breakdown of our schedule, complete with platform numbers.
Half of a carriage was given over to space for up to 18 bicycles, with seats in the other half. We hooked up our bikes and sat back."
Our itinerary worked a treat. From Hoek van Holland, we had three easy train changes in quick succession before boarding the long-distance Deutsche Bahn service at Wuppertal. That took us down the Rhine and through the Black Forest to Plattling, near the Austro-German border. Half of a train carriage was given over to space for up to 18 cycles, with seats in the other half. We stashed our panniers, hooked up our bikes, sat back, and enjoyed a great scenic journey.
Plattling was the starting point of our cycle tour along the excellent Donauradweg, or Danube Cycle Path. We would take this, Eurovelo route 6, all the way to Hungary, where we’d turn south to follow the Iron Curtain Trail (EV13). We had pre-booked a B&B in Plattling, opposite the station. Our bikes were stored safely inside.
The Danube & The Iron Curtain
After breakfast, our cycling trip began. The Donauradweg is relatively flat, and in summer was busy with cyclists of all types, but it’s picturesque and much is car-free. The Danube’s banks are often wooded and there was lots of river traffic to watch as we glided along the radweg, or crossed over by bridge or ferry. The myriad small towns and villages you pass through provide present-day comforts and a glimpse back at their role in the historic significance of this crucial European waterway.
Reaching Vienna five days in, we followed well-signed cycleways and headed out east towards the airport at Schwechat. Here we caught a train briefly to avoid a motorway on the south side of the Danube.
At the Hungarian border, we picked up the Iron Curtain Trail. We spent a week on the borderlands, passing through attractive Hapsburg towns such as Sopron, Koszeg, Pecs and Szeged. We sought out small campsites along the way. The sites were inexpensive, had good facilities and were surprisingly uncrowded. Despite, or perhaps because of, the heat (up to 37ºC), we had only one serious mosquito attack, at Sellye in southern Hungary. The village’s mobile fumigator truck was on constant duty.
On reaching Serbia – via a short section of motorway! – the campsites became few and far between. So we stayed in hotels, B&Bs and inexpensive apartments. In Žitište, we found a hotel for just over €5 each per night, which included a breakfast of omelette and coffee. The Serb/Romanian borderlands were similar to Hungary: vast expanses of crops, woods, and small villages.
As well as enjoying the geography and history of places you pass through on tour, it’s the variety of people you meet that enriches your trip. We chatted with fellow train passengers and cyclists. In Serbia, the Director of the Lepenski Vir museum regaled us on the state of Serbia, the EU, local tourism and much more.
And we repeatedly met a French cycle tourist at campsites along the Donauradweg. He was travelling without a stove. ‘What about making a cuppa when you want one?’ I asked, conscious of the poor quality tea I’d been served with in mainland Europe. A Gallic shrug: as a coffee drinker, he could find a decent enough cup almost anywhere.
We turned for home at Kladovo, a town at the southern end of the Iron Gates, a gorge on the Danube. Our return had a certain sense of adventure. We had booked our return train tickets from Budapest, but left things open before that. We only knew that we would catch a train from Serbia or Romania.
Home via Hungary
There was no suitable train from Kladovo. We discovered we could get to Budapest through Romania, on the opposite bank of the Danube. We crossed the river via a huge hydro-dam near Drobeta-Turnu Severin. At Drobeta, a helpful Romanian railway policeman assisted with money changing and ticket buying. We caught a convenient mid-morning train right through the scenic mountains of the Cerna and Temes river valleys to Arad, near the Hungarian border.
Unlike most Romanian trains, ours had no official cycle storage space. It was a tight fit in the train’s front vestibule but we had nothing but helpfulness and acceptance; no muttering or tutting about our bikes. For a 280km journey, it cost us about 69 Lei each (about £12) plus 30 Lei for our bicycles.
Leaving the train at Arad, and with a day or two to spare, we decided to cycle across the Hungarian border and head north west towards Budapest up the Tizsa river. The main road out of Arad was grim, but once off it and across the Hungarian border, it was a breeze. We rode north-east beside the Tizsa until our spare time expired. We then took a short train ride to Budapest. From Budapest, our pre-booked trains delivered us back to the Hoek van Holland ferry.
It was so relaxing to cycle along the long, traffic-free sections of the Donauradweg. The train journeys went well too."
Our 2,000km cycling trip had many memorable moments. It was wonderfully relaxing to cycle along the long, traffic-free stretches of the Donauradweg. We enjoyed visiting the historic towns of rural Hungary and Serbia. On the Iron Curtain Trail, there were poignant reminders of the Cold War, with memorials to failed escapees, watchtowers frozen in time, plaques, pieces of ‘the wall’ and museums full of artefacts. But there were lighter moments too, such as when a group of Hungarian teachers generously plied us with food and pálinka (a Carpathian fruit brandy) at their end of term party.
The train journeys went well too. We travelled a good distance into the heart of Central Europe with our bikes. It was an altogether more uplifting experience than taking a bike by train in the UK – there is more space, the trains larger and, though you may be a stranger in a strange land, you aren’t treated as a breed apart. And it could get better yet: the European Cyclists’ Federation is campaigning to improve bike-rail integration further across Europe.
Robin Bevis is a CTC Right to Ride rep, a veteran bike-rail traveller, and a former CTC touring correspondent. He’s happy to answer queries from CTC members about this and similar routes. Email firstname.lastname@example.org with the title ‘For Robin Bevis’.
This was first published in the December 2014 / January 2015 edition of CTC's Cycle magazine.