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Prague to Tabor via train, Tabor to Hluboka nad Vltavou via bike (38 miles biking)
Day 4: Tuesday, May 25, 2004

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We woke up early and were at the breakfast room when it opened at 7:00 a.m. We ate quickly, checked-out and loaded up the bike by 8:00 for our brief ride to Prague's Hlvani nadrazi (main train station) to get our tickets for the train. We found the Czech Railways site in English the day before on the Internet, and it looked as if there was a train at 9:17 heading toward Tabor. Despite the drizzling rain and the wet cobblestones, we got to the station around 8:15. (An aside: one of our chief memories of Prague is the amount of cobblestone paving; nowhere else in Europe have we seen such pervasive use of this paving method.) We found a ticket window and bought our tickets (160ck for both of us, around $6 for a 1.5-hour train ride) for the 9:17 train to Tabor (which also continued on to Ceske Budejovice). I confirmed at the info window on the ground floor that the train did take bikes, and that we would just pay the conductor for the bike (20ck) when we loaded it on the train (unlike in Pilsen, the ticket window person did not sell us a bike ticket).

We had about 45 minutes to wait for the train, so we went up to the main level and tried to find the train on the big digital board showing all the departures and the tracks. The train was listed, but no track. So, we tried to get out of the way and look as inconspicuous as possible (hard to do with a bright yellow, fully loaded tandem in a train station at rush hour).

Waiting for our outbound train at the Prague main station.

There were quite a few Eurailer-type backpackers wandering about, looking dazed and confused (probably just arrived on an overnight train). By now we were old hands with the Czech railway system, so I helped some of the more obviously confused American college students. God help them as they wander about Prague. I hope they survived!

We noticed while watching the board that some trains listed their tracks no more than 5-10 minutes before departure, and we were a bit worried that we'd be able to get the bike and luggage to the correct track in enough time if that happened. Finally our train's track was displayed, leaving us more than 20 minutes to find the train and get all our stuff stowed. Whenever possible we try to get trains that start and end their route at our departure location and destination; it makes loading and unloading much less stressful.

While waiting at the baggage car (signified by a "K" designation on the train or in a window) we struck up a conversation with two retired Germans from Koeln who were heading home after biking in the Czech Republic. They complained about the hills in the country, and said they liked biking in Germany and Austria much better since the bike routes followed the river valleys more. They were heading to the USA in September for the first time, so we talked a bit about the areas they were going to and assured them that they would have a great time. After Ginny and I got settled in our compartment the couple came back and found us to talk some more. They also brought along an English-language news insert from the New York Times (they didn't speak much English) that was in the Suddeutsche Zeitung, the leading newspaper in southern Germany/Bavaria. We had a good time talking with them for another 10 or 15 minutes before they headed back to their compartment. In our experience, interactions like this with Germans are fairly unusual, since they tend to be much more reserved around strangers and more respectful of personal space. However, our common mode of travel, the fact that we spoke German, and their upcoming trip to the USA probably overrode their reticence.

Our Czech Railways train from Prague to Tabor (it continues to Budweis).
Note the "K" designation in the window, signifying a baggage car.

At the next station a large school group inundated the train, and our previously private compartment was filled up with four young teens out on a school trip. Thankfully they were fairly quiet and respectful, but we felt a bit self conscious about talking, since when they heard us speaking English they gave us quizzical looks. Usually we'll try and talk to people in this situation, but our brains were a bit overloaded after Prague and all the train station melee in the morning, so we just enjoyed the scenery and read books/wrote in the journal.

Although we were originally conflicted about taking the train rather than riding out of Prague, the rainy weather made our train decision seem like a good one. As we got closer to Tabor the skies cleared and the rain stopped. We disembarked at the Tabor station with no problem. Although there were stairs that led under the tracks, we were able to walk down the platform a bit and cross the tracks (looking both ways!) on a makeshift walkway, which was a lot easier with the tandem than using the stairs.

We were carefully observed by a small group of teenagers as we made our way to the main platform to prepare for riding. A representative detached himself from the group and made his way over to us and asked us something in Czech. We replied with our memorized phrase that we didn't speak Czech, and in very good English he said they were wondering about the cost of our tandem. I couldn't bear to tell him the truth (an exorbitant amount compared to Czech wages, I'm sure), so I told him around $1,000 US. He was surprised, thanked us, and went back to report to his compatriots.

We get asked this question occasionally in the USA, but never in Europe. Although at first it seems to be intrusive, I think it's really just because tandems are still fairly unusual and people have no conception what they cost. We always feel a bit over-consumptive telling the truth. We bought our Santana Fusion tandem used for $3,000, but the original owner spent over $6,000 to purchase it. Despite the high cost it has been worth every penny, as it has provided many miles of good experiences and time spent together.

Ready to ride at the Tabor train station.
Click one of the three maps to see a larger, highlighted view of our route.

Coming out the front of the station we rode straight on a sort of access parkway until we came to a main street, where we turned right. We didn't have a detailed map of the city, but we found what we thought was the street to the main part of town and turned right to head to the main square. Although it was overcast, thankfully it wasn't raining. We stopped at a Billa supermarket to buy a few things for lunch and a lemon for our water bottles, then crossed to a side street (the pedestrian zone started right across from the store) to get to the main square. A lot of people were in the pedestrian area, including school kids on their lunch break enjoying ice cream cones. The main square in Tabor is fairly large, surrounded by some restaurants and a church and featuring a fountain. Not too many people out and about here, probably because it was a work day.

Tabor was a Hussite stronghold for Protestants fighting against the Catholics in the 1400s, and has a well-kept Hussite church in the main square. We looked around the square some, and then Ginny found the public toilets (usually marked as "WC" in Europe) down a side street off the main square (rule number one in bike touring: never pass up a flush toilet), and I watched the bike while she used the facilities. A nice older couple from Holland stopped by to talk about the tandem; they also have a tandem in Holland, but the man said the Czech Republic was too hilly for them at their age.

After Ginny returned I visited the WC, too. When I came back she was having a halting conversation in German with an older Czech woman from the town. The woman said she had never seen a tandem before, and was talking a bit about where we were going. A very nice conversation and interaction with a local. She also noted that the next day was her 80th birthday! As we left we marveled at the things she has experienced during her lifetime in the Czech Republic: independence during the 30s, the Nazis, Communism, and now independence again.

We thought about having lunch in Tabor, but nothing really looked too interesting, and we were eager to start riding (we had made a few sandwiches at breakfast in the pension). We knew we needed to find the Luznice River outside of town to hook up with the cycle route, but it wasn't obvious how to get there from the main square. Remembering our cool new handlebar-mounted compass/bell, I did my best to orient us to the map and headed us in the direction of the river. The compass-bell proved its utility several times during the trip, and will definitely accompany us on our future tours. We descended and crossed on a small bridge, but were still not sure if we were on the bike route or not since there were several bridges in Tabor. It turned out not to be the bridge used by the bike route, but thankfully shortly thereafter the road we were on joined with the bike route.

For most of the trip we were following Czech bike route #12, one of the national marked bike routes, which is marked regularly with small signs. The "Czech Greenways" route also followed route #12 for some time, and we also were on the lookout for these signs. The Greenways route turns east before the town of Cesky Krumlov, though, so we would be following route #12 south to Krumlov. We had originally thought of riding the Greenways route all the way to Vienna, Austria, but were concerned about the amount of hills on the route because of Ginny's lack of energy due to the pregnancy.

We ascended the first of many hills into a small town just outside Tabor, and then the bike route turned left onto a much smaller side road. We still had our rain pants and fleece vests on from riding to the station in Prague, and we decided to stop and remove some layers since the sun was trying to come out and we were quite hot. Several dogs in the nearby houses seemed to take our presence as a personal affront and barked at us the entire time we were stopped. Today saw us riding lots of hills -- almost continual. Not nice "tandem rollers" (the kind of hills that on a tandem you can ride down and have enough momentum to get up the next rise), but short up and down hills.

The countryside is very rural and pretty, but we started to get a bit bored after a while. One of the things we like about touring in Europe is the many small villages you come across. The Czech Republic is much less built-up, and the villages often have very little of interest to a tourist in them. Don't count on finding restaurants, B&Bs, or even food stores after Tabor. Thankfully we had our sandwiches that we made at breakfast, so we found a bench and ate them along with an energy bar and water.

This road was beautiful, running through a forest and past a lake (on the right).

Unlike Germany and Austria, there were many barking dogs as we rode past farms and houses. Also, even though we routinely greeted people out and about with a friendly "Dobry Den" (Czech for "good day"), not one person responded or even smiled at us. Oh well, so much for making contact with the natives! We rode through an interesting small town that had all the houses linked together by a stone wall. It looked very old. Shortly thereafter we came upon a large horse farm, where we saw a very young foal nursing at its mother's side. After we turned at the next intersection we stopped for a water break at a walled cemetery. The grounds were very well tended, and featured fresh flowers and very intricate headstones. As we were pulling away Ginny noticed that I had left the Ziploc bag with all our maps in it on top of the wall from when we had unpacked the pannier to get some snacks. Usually we carefully look around to make sure we aren't leaving anything, but we were eager to get going and almost left our valuable (and hard-found) maps.

Between Tabor and Hluboka along bike Rt. 12. Note the intersection of two
bike routes (12 and 1060). The route was fairly well signed most of the time.

Our Shocart map dropped Rt. 12 for a bit when we switched to the map for the Ceske Budejovice section. Thankfully, Rt. 12 is very well signed, and we simply followed the signs toward the town of Hluboka on the Vltava River (Hluboka nad Vltavou). The section of the bike route from the tiny town of Radonice runs through a pretty forest on a small, decrepit road (where we heard our first cuckoo bird of the trip). It goes down at first, but unfortunately it's difficult to enjoy a fast ride because of the road quality, then starts to climb again (with the occasional small downhill thrown in). We thought we would be OK once we made it to the road that paralleled the Vltava, but it was just as hilly, if not more so. We weren't enjoying ourselves too much by the end of the day, and were happy to come to Hluboka and the end of our misery (or so we thought). Usually we do much better on hills, but Ginny, being pregnant, definitely did not have the strength she usually has.

We started asking for rooms at the hotels in the main part of town, only to find that all were filled (or closed). Despairing, we saw a sign for a pension and I stopped to ask for a room there. Again, they were full, but the man saw my discouraged look and told his wife to call to see if a friend with a pension had any room. While we waited for his friend to come and guide us to the other pension, we talked with him (in German). He told us about his daughter who was one of three students from the Czech Republic to be granted a state scholarship to a prestigious school in the USA. Also, when he found out we were from Philadelphia, he talked about Miroslav Dvorak, a Hluboka native and friend of his who was a well-known ice-hockey player for the Philadelphia Flyers NHL team in the 1980s. We had a really nice time talking with him, and were sorry we were not able to stay at his pension. We didn't see the inside, but the outside looked very nice, the owner was obviously very friendly, and the location is very good right in the center of town (Pension Family).

His friend showed up with his car (which worried us: how far was this place?), and after introductions we said goodbye to our Good Samaritan and followed his friend to his pension on the main street just on the periphery of town. Although it seemed a bit far at first (after a long day and a long search for a room), it turned out to be only about a five-minute ride from the main part of town. We were given a large room on the top floor with a private bathroom (740ck + 120ck for breakfast). The pension had a large rear lawn and garden area that fronted on a large lake. I believe there were some other private rooms in an outbuilding, too, since there were other guests at breakfast the next morning who were not in our building. Although it was billed as a pension, it's really more like a B&B in Germany and Austria. At that point, however, we didn't care, and probably would have slept on the lawn if necessary. A shower, a brief nap, and a change of clothes worked wonders, and the ride to back to town for dinner was no problem. We'd stay here again, as the owners were very friendly, and the room was nice. This would be a nice place to spend a few days, since it is just outside of town and the grounds are very nice. Pension Cirklova Blalena, Address: 5. Kvutna 585, 373 41 Hluboka n/Vltavou
Telephone: +420-387965541.

Pension BlaÏena in Hluboka nad Valtava. Our room was in the upper left of the building.

We looked at a few menus and settled on "Restaurace Zdmeckem Pivovaru," a restaurant that had a nice terrace overlooking the valley. Although the actual menu didn't match the one posted out front (it was higher priced), it was still reasonable. The large terrace had wrought-iron patio canopies over each table, giving it a festive atmosphere. We both ordered soup and had one of the best Cordon Bleu dinners we've ever had (it's one of my favorite meals). We topped it off by sharing an order of palatschinken (crepe-like pancakes with fruit and ice cream, common in Austria and the Czech Republic) for dessert. The waiter didn't speak any English and very little German, but the menu was in German so we could order by pointing. Even with all this food, the bill only came to 470ck (about $18 US). Dinner was made more interesting by our great view of a stork building her (his?) nest on top of a smokestack directly in front of us. Being pregnant, Ginny thought it was a good sign! We stopped at an ATM in town to get some money since we were running short on cash. Then "home" to the pension, where we relaxed in bed and read for a bit before going to sleep after a tiring day (the first full day of riding on a tour always results in aching muscles for us).

We realized after we left Hluboka that we missed a famous tourist site that was literally right above our noses. The Hluboka castle reportedly is one of the nicest in the Czech Republic. Originally built in the 1200s, the castle supposedly rivals the castle in Cesky Krumlov. Oh well, we'll have to see it next tim e....

Restaurant terrace in Hluboka nad Vltava.
Stork and nest in Hluboka nad Vltava.

Daily costs 5/25 (in CK): Train to Tabor: 180; lunch/misc.: 34; dinner: 470; pension: 860. Total: 1544 ($58 US).

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