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Riding the rails in Germany

LUDWIGSLUST, Germany 鈥 With my passport safely stuffed into a zipper pocket and the plane descending for an on-time arrival, there was nothing to be wound up about.
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Regional train crosses the Schluchsee near the Black Forest in southwestern Germany.

LUDWIGSLUST, Germany 鈥 With my passport safely stuffed into a zipper pocket and the plane descending for an on-time arrival, there was nothing to be wound up about. But I couldn鈥檛 help checking my watch as I climbed into a taxi headed for Berlin鈥檚 train station, the Hauptbahnhof, literally 鈥渕ain railroad yard.鈥

The driver, ignoring the rain, wove in and out of the traffic for what seemed like hours 鈥 38 minutes on the meter 鈥 until we pulled up at the entrance. Another minute and I was through the door and standing at the ticket counter, German rail pass in hand.

鈥淎merican?鈥 asked the ticket agent, with a smile, time-stamping my pass. 鈥淐alifornia,鈥 I answered, earning another, bigger smile. 鈥淗ollywood! Welcome to Berlin,鈥 he said, handing me a boarding ticket for the Dresden-bound train and pointing toward the upper level and the restaurants.

鈥淭he train goes in 90 minutes. If you鈥檙e hungry, there鈥檚 time enough to eat.鈥

It couldn鈥檛 have been easier. No gas-swilling car, no rental agreement fine print, no over-priced parking lots. Just me, my DeutscheBahn rail pass, a carry-on bag and a suitcase. The man in the bookstore had been right. In less than 24 hours I was born again, as free as a hobo in an empty baggage car.

Three months earlier I鈥檇 been browsing through my neighbourhood bookstore when a bearded stranger in his 30s stopped me.

鈥淓xcuse me, ma鈥檃m. I see you鈥檙e looking at the Germany guide book,鈥 he said, glancing at the cover.

鈥淎re you visiting Germany this summer? Have you thought about taking the train? It鈥檚 a lot easier than driving,鈥 he told me with a knowing wink.

Had I been planning to drive? I hadn鈥檛 given it much thought. Now I wondered if my rental-car habit was merely a minor aberration or the need to be in charge, the freedom to take the left fork instead of the right fork and to stop whenever and wherever.

For me and most Americans, driving is second nature, a rite of passage especially true where I live, in Los Angeles, infamous for its uber car culture.

For better or worse, Angelenos and cars have been twinned since the 1940s, when the Automobile Club and the oil companies saddled up to promote their favourite hobby horse: cars, the gas to fuel them and the highways upon which they depended.

The campaign was so successful that it delivered a fatal smack-down to the network of electric-powered street cars, the city鈥檚 first and last far-seeing public transportation.

By that time, Americans were routinely travelling by train, criss-crossing Woody Guthrie鈥檚 prairies from east to west in comfort.

You could board the San Francisco-bound train in New York or Chicago and expect springy window seats, clean sheets, good food, an observation car and a world of scenery. When highways snaked out into every corner of North America, the passenger trains became collateral damage.

But not in Europe, where rail service grew, supplying essential transportation both between cities and in town. In Germany, where distances are shorter and cities and towns are close together, travelling by rail isn鈥檛 just fast and convenient, but affordable, clean, and nearly as comfortable 鈥 well, almost, but not quite 鈥 as the rear seat in a limousine.

If I鈥檇 been planning to explore Germany鈥檚 hinterlands, wandering through farm fields and forests and over mountain passes, a car would have been a better choice.

But I鈥檇 come to Germany for the sights and sounds of the city. I wanted to meet people, listen to music, tour urban neighbourhoods and visit cathedrals.

There were restaurants to be sampled, architecture to be evaluated and beer halls anxious to serve me a brew. I also wanted to linger unhurried in my favorite museums, without a tour guide telling me it was time to go.

The solution was to create a loop trip, with a stay in each city, a kind of connect-the-dots itinerary that included hotels in convenient locations, each one reasonably close to a rail station. There would be places and occasions where I had to take a taxi. But the cost and convenience far outweighed the cost of the rental, the fuel and the inevitable parking fees.

Just where do DeutscheBahn trains go? Everywhere. The system counts 76,473 kilometres of track, and where the train goes, there are stations. Nor will you be stranded if you鈥檙e staying at a suburban hotel or rural inn. Unless you鈥檙e headed to a mountain top, you鈥檒l find street cars and buses crossing routes nearby. With a map and your hotel address in hand, you鈥檒l never have to resort to the Hansel-and-Gretel cake-crumb method of direction finding.

If your itinerary involves a train ride with more than one leg, say from Berlin to Leipzig, and then to Stuttgart, you鈥檒l have to change trains. To keep each leg as short as possible and to save on train fares, look at a map of railway routes (there鈥檚 a good one at www.raileurope.com/europe-trains/deutsche-bahn/), and plan a route that that minimizes backtracking.

If you want to use a rail pass, you must buy it online before leaving home. The options vary immensely; allot time to sort through the myriad possibilities, prices, benefits and discounts. An array of tickets covers every situation: first or second class, local or express (the ICE trains), night or day, adult or youth, single traveler or family, or any combination thereof. Some passes attach other benefits handy for city touring, such transportation on local street cars and buses. Prices also vary by the season.

With your rail pass in your wallet you鈥檒l be set. Walk or take a taxi to the station and check your train and track on the departures screen. Your ticket will show your designated car. First class cars are usually marked with a 鈥1.鈥 Second class cars display a 鈥2.鈥 If the cars are marked another way _ it happens _ show the conductor your ticket and he/she will direct you to the right car. If you鈥檙e late and rushing up as the train is about to leave, jump in anywhere the conductor still holds the door open. You can walk to your car from anywhere inside the train.

Once you鈥檝e climbed aboard, find your seat, stow your luggage in the rack and settle in to read that guidebook or to snack on a meal from the train鈥檚 food service counter (coffee, drinks, and hot and cold sandwiches). Better yet, sit back to watch the scenery glide by and be thankful someone else is driving.

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IF YOU GO:

After searching through several online sites, some of which access the same mind-bending options, I settled on www.germanrailpasses.com/planning/timetables, and bought their Adult First Class rail pass for $527, good for a month, with seven travel days. The Second Class rail pass, good for the same period, was $391.

The better-known Eurail Pass, available for travel in a minimum of two countries, costs $610 and is good for two months and eight days of travel. For $710, the same pass includes 10 days of travel.

If you don鈥檛 want a pass but do want to ride the rails, buy individual tickets in any German train station. For express trains between cities and for most trains, you won鈥檛 need an assigned seat. If you want one, they鈥檙e easy to get in low season. But on holidays or in peak seasons (summer), you must reserve early.

For destination information, contact the German National Tourist Board at http://www.germany.travel/en/index.html. For German rail passes, go to www.germanrailpasses.com/. For Eurail passes visit http://www.eurail.com/eurail-passes