Die Zuge fallen aus (and I ran a marathon)

Yesterday, I ran the Dresden Morgenpost Marathon. The weather was terrible. It rained or poured the entire time. The temperature was maybe 40 degrees. I finished with a time of approximately 3:44, but me finishing the marathon was just about the only thing that went right the entire weekend. Let's start at the beginning, with the train trip to Dresden.

Dave and I are cheap, so instead of taking the ICE/IC trains (aka express trains) to Dresden, which would have taken about just under four hours and cost 104 Euro round trip for the both of us, we traveled on a Thüringen Ticket. The Thüringen Ticket allows you to travel on all regional trains in Thüringen, Sachsen, and Sachsen-Anhalt for an entire day for 26 Euro (for both of us). All started out well, until we got to Erfurt. We had a half hour wait until our next train, so I decided to go take some money out of the bank so we would have cash (We only had about 50 Euro with us and had to pay cash for the hostel.) However, my EC-Card (debit card) was declined. Apparently, the bank had frozen my bank account after I added Dave to it on Tuesday until I brought my passport in. So we couldn't get any money out since I didn't have my American debit card and Dave's isn't international.

The train rides to Dresden actually went farely well. We went to the marathon to check in and discovered that I couldn't run with a chip because we didn't have enough cash to pay for one. This is why my time is only approximate. Luckily, they said I could run without one. The next step was to make sure we could buy a ticket to get home from Dresden on Sunday. If the machines wouldn't take credit cards, we were SOL and would have just taken the train back to Ilmenau on Saturday night and abandoned the marathon. Luckily, we found a machine that took credit.

Next order of business, get to the hostel before our check-in window expired. The directions provided by the hostel said, take the S2 to Grenzstraße. Unfortunately, every single S2 had my least favorite German sign: Der Zug fällt aus. AKA the train has been cancelled. This was the time for our first of MANY trips to the DB service points during this trip. After the DB man had a large altercation with an angry German woman, we figured out how to get to Grenzstraße. We get to the hostel, check in, and everything's good. Ah, but now we are hungry since we haven't eaten all day. The disadvantage about this hostel is that it is near NOTHING. We had to go all the way back to Dresden to find somewhere that would take credit cards so we could have something to eat for dinner.

Dave said he would pay for dinner. However, after two of his credit cards and his EC were declined, I ended up having to pay. Luckily they took my card - otherwise we would have been doing dishes for our dinner.

Next morning: marathon. It went as marathons do. I ran a lot. Dave hid from the pouring rain and never saw me until the very end. Afterwards I was cold and took a shower.

Now for the epic odyssey home. We got to the train stop just as the S-Bahn we needed to the main train station left. Unfortunately, since the S2 were STILL all cancelled, we had to wait for a new train, which meant that we missed our first train. Instead, we decided to get on the train to Leipzig. We should have gotten off at Riesa and switched to Chemnitz, but apparently missed that, so we ended up in Leipzig. In Leipzig, we waited for two hours for the next train connection to Ilmenau. Finally the train came, but as we were about to get on, the announcement came: This train has been cancelled for service reasons. We run to the DB service point and get a new printout (second one of the day) for our new connection. This one takes us to Halle where we are supposed to switch to a regional train to Eisenach. Unfortunately, we arrive in Halle to discover that the regional train to Eisenach is also out of service for some reason and we are instead supposed to take a bus to Schkopau and then get on the train to Eisenach. We wait for half an hour for the bus. They only had ordered one bus - for at least 100 people. Luckily a second bus showed up. Otherwise there would have been a small riot of German people. After twenty-five minutes on a bus with three bicycles, a crying baby, and an overcapacity of at least thirty people, they dump us off somewhere in the dark. We can just barely make out the train tracks in the distance. Finally, we are safe on the train. This however, is a regional train, not even a regional express. This means that it stops at EVERY SINGLE STOP. Eventually, after various Verspätungen and other mishaps, we arrive safely in Ilmenau and have an uneventful trip back to Ilmenau.

Total travel time Saturday: probably 6.5 hours. (including S-Bahn travel to and from hostel)
Total travel time Sunday: nine and half hours.

Total number of trains Saturday: 11 trains
Total number of trains Sunday: 8 trains and 1 bus
Number of cancelled trains: too many to count

I have now completely lost faith in the German train system However, we did get 16 hours of train ride for only 52 Euro total. How much would it cost in America to go 16 hours on the train? According to the Amtrak website, to travel from New York City to Elkhart Illinois takes 16 hours. It costs $100 per person.