After a marathon twelve-and-a-half hour journey from Poznan, including surviving the Polish Railways BAR WARS experience (see yesterday's post) we arrived at Zittau in the far south-east of the DDR at 09.06 on Friday morning.
The town was the junction for a small narrow-gauge system of both passenger and freight trains consisting of a main line running about 9km south to Bertsdorf, where it bifurcated with two short branch lines running to Kurort Oybin and Kurort Jonsdorf ("Kurort" being the German term for a spa). The southern termini were almost on the border with Czechoslovakia, as it then was.
We had an hour at the station before catching the 1017 to Oybin
Narrow-gauge trains left from a separate station and passed in front of the Main Line station in the background. |
Narrow-gauge freight near Zittau |
"Drei Spiegeleier (chips were included) |
The beer was good enough to tempt us into a couple more, but then we started to get disapproving looks from the staff, so as we didn't want to overstay our welcome we made our way back to the station for the 1226 to Jonsdorf.
Leaving the Bahnhofshotel after lunch. "Steady, lads!" |
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The line worked on the basis of alternate trains from Zittau running through to either Oybin or Jonsdorf with a connection at Bertsdorf for whichever destination wasn't served by the through train. This made Bertsdorf a busy station at least as far as train movements were concerned, although there didn't seem to be many passengers. Surprisingly, in a country where all public transport was government owned and controlled there was a parallel bus service linking Zittau with the Kurorts, which most travellers seemed to prefer.
Bertsdorf. Plenty of staff but we seem to be the only passengers. |
Dresden city centre. Our hotel was one of the blocks on the left. |
After completing the system by riding to Jonsdorf and back we returned to Zittau for a mid-afternoon train north to Dresden. After checking-in to the Hotel Königstein - a charachterless tower block in the city centre - we went exploring. Bob has a ticket for the funicular railway and I have a photo of the lower station, but neither of us can remember anything else about it.
In 1984, Mark and I had enjoyed an evening out in Dresden "but only just". I assume that we would have put the knowledge we gained then to good use and enjoyed a night out again, including a few "Felsenkellers" no doubt.
to be continued...
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