We don’t have a car and we haven’t flown for 8 years (except when I went to Shetland for work in November, and again in May :)) We use trains a lot. I mean a lot. But I haven’t done a grand European train voyage for years.
In the summer of 1989, having spent a week on an IVS workcamp in a small village in the mountains of rural Turkey, I caught a train from Istanbul to Prague. There were difficulties between Turkey and Bulgaria and this was the last train travelling west for the foreseeable future. It was crowded, full of Turks with bags of food for the days ahead. Of course, in the heat, the food didn’t last, and 2 days later I was sharing all too small slices of stale bread with an elderly Czech woman and a young couple in my carriage, the woman enthusiastically proclaiming “dinner is served” as we began our meagre feast! So it was memories like these that came to mind as the idea for this trip seeded. The train was delayed by a lengthy border crossing into Bulgaria where, at 3am, under the eye of fiercesome guards shouting instructions I couldn’t understand we all had to get off the train and file into a ramshackle border hut. I missed my connection and spent a night sleeping amidst the rats at Belgrade station.
I could go on and on. The memories are so rich and so vivid, 20 years on. The train carriage camaraderie, the creepy men (I was travelling alone), the smells, the exhaustion, the fathoming my way through new and tricky situations, the absorption of other cultural norms and customs, the food…
But that was all before train travel was really seen as a green option. Green politics was still something the Germans did rather than us, and climate change, even amongst my lefty activist circles, was not mentioned. We did grand voyages across Europe by train because it was flexible, cheap and exciting. Now we are doing it because it is flexible, exciting and green, but not cheap at all! We really don’t earn a lot. We do work we enjoy, and have a deliberately low mortgage, but deciding to spend the money on train travel has really deepened my commitment to a low carbon lifestyle. And it feels good. Very, very good!
So what will it all be like as a family? Will Callum get too tired? — he struggles to switch his mind off to sleep at home, so how on earth will he manage with the excitement of 7 different countries? Will I get too tired? I’m a ridiculously light sleeper! Armed with ear plugs I still rarely sleep well my first night in a new place.
But it’s not only expensive, it’s also really complicated. Chris is geeky enough to *enjoy* the Thomas Cook timetable (we already have a winter and a summer copy), and has the times of trains from Venice to Moscow off by heart. We’re not going to Moscow. He’s spent hours consulting the very nice and helpful Man in Seat 61. We’d got it all worked out, when, after booking a nice hostel in central Venice, we realised we had to leave the evening before if we were going to make our rendez-vous with Kerry and Athena in Athens, because the boats from Bari to Greece don’t run at that time on a Sunday…
These days an interrail ticket isn’t enough for long distance main line services in Europe. You also need a reservation. But Edinburgh station stopped booking European trains years ago, as did Birmingham New Street, and the web site we needed to access was down.…
But we are getting there, and are learning so much as we go. We’re now booked as far as Venice.
Trains were always my favourite way to travel. But the last couple of times traveling by train in Britain was hugely expensive and crammed with people playing loud music and movies and video games. The trains were over full and on one trip,where I didn’t pack food, from Edinburgh to South Wales there was no access to anything to eat or drink for 5 hours of the journey.
This makes me sad, I so hope this gets better. Because it’s a difficult decision — one hour on a cheap plane flight or 8 hours on an expensive perfume-smelly migraine inducing train ride.
Luckily most of your ride will not be in Britain. An adventure isn’t an adventure without some hardships. A plane ride isn’t an adventure, well, one hopes.
Trains here on the west coast are great, if you don’t mind being possibly 12 hours late.
I think it’s really a great thing to be doing: for as long as I can remember, I’ve thought that trains made more environmental, and human, sense.
Though of course, years ago they weren’t so often a lot more expensive than a plane. And I’m glad I’m not the only person who thinks that the Thomas Cook international rail timetable is a good read!
The important thing is not to see it as the “right” thing to do — though it is; and not to see it as an “adventure” — though it can sometimes be that; rather, those of us who (if we travel long distances at all) would default to trains as the normal option, must insist that that’s what it is: “normal”.
But don’t get me started about that night on the Vilnius-Warsaw train, at Grodno in the corner of Byelorussia at about 3am, where the border guards hauled me off the train for an hour and sat me in a hut with a light in my eyes, while the wheels were being moved for the change of track gauge before Poland, because I refused to pay for a retrospective transit visa that I had been assured by a diplomat in Helsinki was not needed for that journey…