Cycle Touring Super Highway

It was just 50km outside Vienna that the young couple overtook us … cruising serenely past with their matching e-bikes and small, lightly packed panniers. “Grüß Gott” they beamed in greeting “Guten Morgen!”

And why not? It was a beautiful day and they were nearing the end of a wonderful holiday, enjoying this most popular of adventures … the Danube Cycle Path from Passau to Vienna.

Over 30,000 cyclists enjoy riding this section of the Donau Trail every summer, making it the busiest bicycle path in Europe. It’s a true Cycle Touring Super Highway.

Most cyclists with panniers had read the same instructions as us and were cycling downstream from west to east.

They were a mixed bunch. 

Older couples on e-bikes were in the majority.  But there were also plenty of young families, often towing the family dog along for the ride. We also saw several large organised tours, all with matching bikes, matching panniers and sometimes even matching t-shirts.  

Once or twice we came across a bare chested e-bike warrior gamely pulling a mountain of camping gear on his trailer and racing ahead of the rest of his group.

On the super smooth surface we were able to ride happily along at our new e-bike cruising speed of 24-25 km/hour, just below the point at which the motor cuts out. At this speed we reeled them all in … the oldies, the families, the groups, even the e-bike warriors … effortlessly passing by with a cheery “Guten Morgen” or some such annoying greeting.

Until now!

Humph, we muttered to each other … nobody overtakes us on on e-bikes!

We put in a tiny bit of extra effort and managed to overtake the young couple back, pretending of course that we weren’t trying.

They came past us again.

An e-bike race almost happens in slow motion. All our motors are limited to the same speed and it’s a huge effort to cycle consistently above that cut out point.

The path veered inland so we tucked in behind them, swooping as a pack around hairpin bends, just missing a wiry old gentleman on a rusty black bike.

Then it opened up onto another long straight. Carefully holding the pace we eventually inched past them and held our position for another exhausting four or five kilometres. They were on our back wheels the whole time, like sinister shadows.

As this race was only really happening in our heads … we could decide where the finishing line would be. Feeling pretty knackered, we quickly decided it was the footbridge just ahead.

We pulled over breathing deeply.

They rode on with a grin and a cheery wave. They probably thought it was just the end of the first lap.

Riding at this e-bike touring speed means that we can cover longer distances for our preferred 4-5 hours of pedalling each day. From Nuremberg to Straubing to Passau to Linz to Melk we leapt down the Danube in 90-100km stages.

The prize for all this effort was a proper tourist cycling day of just 45km, cruising through the beautiful Wachau valley between Melk and Krems.

We started at the stunningly beautiful Melk Abbey, rebuilt in the Baroque style in the early 1700’s and surviving the dissolution of the monasteries that destroyed many of its peers later in the same century.

This makes it one of the best preserved Baroque buildings in the world. So well preserved that photography is not allowed inside the abbey itself which was great news for us as it meant we could enjoy the building without looking through a sea of camera phones.

But it also means we can’t show you what it looked like. 

So here’s a picture of the cafe instead …

No doubt you can tell from the cafe that the abbey itself was not understated!

Just 6km downstream was another fairytale gem, the 12th century Schloss Schönbühel. No need for camera phones here either as the castle was temporarily closed.

The guy at the ticket office was very pleased with his joke, which he must have said a thousand times already … “Das Schloss ist geschlossen!” Ho, ho, ho!

No matter, there was still plenty more fun to be had in the rest of the Wachau. But we had barely pedalled a few kilometres before we discovered the next surprise … the Danube Bike Path was blocked by a landslide.

That meant for an unexpected treat … a free Danube River Cruise. We’d seen plenty of pleasure boats cruising up and down the river, so imagined we’d be transported in something that looked like this …

What we got was this …

It was still good fun to get out onto the river, if a little bumpy! There was so much wash from the proper river cruisers that our young skipper excitedly declared that these were the biggest waves he’d ever seen on the Danube. EVER!

He seemed to be loving it a lot more than we were.

We were back on the river again as soon as we reached Spitz, this time on a calmer, more familiar vessel. Ancient cable ferries have been taking people and their stuff backwards and forwards across the Danube since the 13th century.

They’re simple but very clever. Secured to a cable fixed high above the river a few metres upstream, they just need to angle their twin bows into the current to glide silently across. Perfect eco-friendly transport!

After spending so much time on the river we fancied a view so we cycled up to the ruins of Hinterhaus Castle. It was the second time we’d gone off piste to get some height and both occasions have required some serious mountain-bike skills to navigate the steep, rocky bike paths.

The first occasion was an even more rugged climb to enjoy the iconic view of the Schlögener loop between Passau and Linz where the river is forced make a series of 180 degree bends. Tough … but we’re sure you’ll agree the view was worth the effort!

From Hinterhaus castle, we not only had a great view of the Danube, but also of the vine terraces that make the Wachau valley famous. The abundant grapes turn into some of Austria’s finest wines, notably Grüne Veltliner and Riesling. 

As the late afternoon sun mellowed, a ride down through the vineyards and apricot orchards made for a glorious end to a perfect cycling day.

As did sampling both a delicious home made apricot ice-cream and, of course, a glass or two of Wachau’s finest. It would be rude not to!

A week earlier it hadn’t looked so rosy.

We’d arrived at Frank’s bike shop in Nuremberg after an incident free journey and left our car in the capable hands of his team. It was exactly a year since we’d abandoned the ride to Istanbul and it felt quite emotional to be back on exactly the same spot.

We rode off to our hotel literally shrieking with pleasure and relief, much to the alarm of the people who happened to be passing by.

Once again we were on the road. Once again we were heading towards Istanbul.

Once again it didn’t quite turn out like that.

Andy woke up at 5am the next morning with a nasty dose of sickness and diarrhoea. We’ll spare you the details but suffice to say a stomach bug is not a good fit with a bicycle tour! Andy was beginning to feel he had the Nuremberg curse. 

Fortunately it only lasted three days and was gone by the time we reached Passau.

Our friend, Judith, once made a very insightful comment on this blog about the dubious pleasure of riding down canal paths, something we’ve endured many times. 

“Canal paths are like fish and chips, nice to start with but then too much and rather boring.”

By comparison the Danube River is a royal banquet, a smorgasbord of delights. 

As you cruise down the super smooth cycle path the river swirls gently by, milky jade mixed with cinnamon and ochre undertones … never still, always changing. The trees lining the banks seem to lean forward slightly as if lazily dipping their toes in the water. 

Then to break things up, the path will meander away from the river, up through a wood or around a village. Sometimes it accompanies a railway line, sometimes a road. Sometimes it climbs a little for a broader perspective.

If you wander off the main path it’s not too difficult to find your way back to the river. There are plenty of signs. The Danube is your constant and reliable companion.

And the Austrian authorities do love a sign!

One particular sign that kept popping up every few kilometres was to warn us of the danger of a Treppelweg. What could it be? These nasty Treppelwegs were everywhere.

A dangerous current in the river to watch out for? Some kind of vicious animal? The Danube River Monster?

Sometimes the signs were crossed out, helpfully telling us the Treppelweg danger was over. Phew! Then around the corner there lurked another one.

In the end we had to look it up … a Treppelweg is a slope.

Now this is the very, very, VERY flat Danube Cycle Path, not the Alps, so if there was a slope it was barely perceptible. A gentle dip at most. But thanks for alerting us to the danger Austria!

The warnings became catastrophic the only time there was a proper slope …

The Danube Cycle Path is not perfect though. Sometimes the path turns to gravel … although it’s very smooth gravel. Once (shock horror) we found ourselves on a road. A proper road with trucks and fast cars zooming past. On this occasion the signs were sadly lacking, making our presence quite a surprise for both cyclists and motorists.

That’s probably because it was flat, if only there had been a Treppelweg there would have been loads of signs!

The destination for most people holidaying on the Danube Cycle Path is Vienna and it’s a real treat, a fantastic city break.

Two people dominated our weekend there … the Empress Elizabeth of Austria and Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.

Both of them are everywhere. 

Elisabeth, better known as Sisi, is easily Austria’s favourite Empress. She did have an unusual and interesting life. Some of the  highlights that stood out to us include:

She enticed the emperor away from her older sister at the tender age of 15.

She played a pivotal role in negotiating the creation of the Austro-Hungarian empire.

She did gymnastics every morning in her bedroom (you can still see the equipment).

She slept with cloths soaked in cider vinegar to preserve her slim waist and bathed in olive oil to preserve her skin tone.

She fell into a deep depression after her son killed his 17 year old mistress and then shot himself. 

Mozart is Austria’s favourite composer having lived in the city for many of his most productive years, achieving fame but sadly, not fortune.

We listened to an excellent string quartet at the Sala Terrana, the very room in which the maestro himself (allegedly) played.

We then ate at the city’s oldest restaurant, the Greichenbeisl (Greek Inn) the very place where maestro (allegedly) enjoyed many a convivial evening. 

His signature is on the ceiling, together with those of Beethoven, Strauss, Schubert, Pavarotti and Phil Collins … so it must be true!

Empress Sisi once said … “Destination’s are only desirable because a journey lies in-between.”

She could have been summing up the joy of bicycle touring … on the Danube Super Highway or anywhere else. 

Our journey to Budapest is back on that Super Highway.

But we promise not to use it as a race track anymore. After all, we’re not e-bike warriors … well not yet!

Clare and Andy

As we’re continuing the journey from last year, we’ve decided to combine the stats starting from Bath.

Bath to Vienna:

1,938km pedalled (1,204 miles)

10,514m climbed

102 hours in the saddle

This means we’re now about half way from Bath to Istanbul.