My last post was about revisiting Berlin after a five-year pandemic-related pause. In that post I promised to later write about Munich, our next destination, and I will. But today my subject is Deutsche Bahn (DB) and the “adventure” of rail travel in Germany these days.
Despite being punctual, our rail journey was not without its problems. Although I am grateful we arrived pünktlich (on time) in the Bavarian capital, this was the second time in a row my wife and I have been thrown a curve by DB when traveling by ICE from Berlin’s main station.
The German Way advises rail passengers in Germany to know about and use the much vaunted Wagenstandanzeiger. It is a graphic that tells travelers where their particular rail coach will stop along the platform. It’s supposed to help you avoid trekking through the length of your train with your luggage in tow trying to find your car and reserved seat. It’s great in theory, but once again this feature proved to be a bad prank played on us by DB. The last time (en route to Leipzig), our train pulled in along the platform – with the car numbers running in the opposite direction of the car location indicator. That caused most of us to dash along the platform with our bags to the other end, attempting to find the right car number. Nice trick, DB. Thanks a lot.
But at least we found our car. This time, the DB folks had something even more diabolical up their sleeve. We are standing in the section the indicator shows, and where a DB agent had also told us where our car would be. (Having been burned once, we wanted to double check.) Then what seems to be our ICE to Munich approaches our platform. But the overhead sign reads “Zugverkehr” rather than “München”! Basically “train traffic.” What? Although I would later realize what that meant, at the time it was just plain confusing. We began looking for the big number 1 indicating a first class car, since we had first class tickets. Normally, the first class car is close to the engine in front, but the numbers were in the thirties, and our car was No. 29. No twenties in sight. Maybe farther down, like last time, at the wrong end? But the 30 numbers were going up, not down. I knew something wasn’t right, but what? read more…
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