Famous stone formations (Svatošské skály) at the river Eger (Ohře) near Doubí

Seeking out adventures in an era of comfort and pandemics (part 1): West Bohemia

Introduction

As my grandmother fled 1945 from the advancing Red Army to Bavaria with her little baby girl (my aunt) in her arms, she had to go westwards across the territory of the then so-called “Protectorate of Bohemia and Moravia” – an endeavor that was unimaginably dangerous in a war-devastated Central Europe.

It was the most straightforward route from the home-town of my grandmother’s family Breslau (today Wrocław) in Lower Silesia to the comparatively save Bavaria, where the Americans were expected to impose their version of military administration.

The state of Czechoslovakia, an immediate neighbor of Germany, had ceased to exist in 1939 after several stages of dismemberment and military occupation.

Nazi-Germany installed an oppressive regime in the newly established “Protectorate of Bohemia and Moravia” (this entity comprised roughly modern-day Czechia minus large border-areas) in order to exploit the resources, the advanced industrial capacities and the human labor of this region for its future military offensives.

In the end phases of the 2nd World War as the Nazi military apparatus was about to collapse and the scattered remains of the Wehrmacht were retreating westwards, it became a life-and-death matter to be recognized as a German in Poland, the former Czechoslovakia or any other Eastern European country which was to be occupied by the Soviets.

So the rest of my family (my grandfather and other family members fought at the crumbling front) had no alternative as to flee across Bohemia towards Bavaria as well as thousands of other Germany civilians in Silesia, deeply terrified already by frightful rumors and the yet remote but incessant thunder of the Russian artillery.

West Bohemia

With the beginning of June, traveling to the Czech Republic (aka Czechia) from Germany was possible again.

So I was glad to spend a short vacation in Karlovy Vary in West Bohemia (Západní Čechy) for a second time after a visit in January.

Karlsbad (the German name for Karlovy Vary) is a city with 50.000 inhabitants renowned for its numerous spa water sources and its location in an unique area encircled by the Ore Mountains (Erzgebirge) in the north and the Bohemian Forest in the west.

It is quite close from my hometown Nuremberg, around three hours at most.

You have to change the train in Cheb (Eger), a city with some 30.000 inhabitants situated directly at the border to Bavaria and itself a worthwhile destination for a stay. If you are short of time, I would recommend to take a look at the Špalíček (Egerer Stöckl) on the Marktplatz at least, an interesting architectural relic of the Middle Ages.

For my small journey I decided to hike alongside the river Ohře to the town of Loket (and retour), seventeen kilometers westwards of Karlovy Vary.

It is an easy walk through a mostly plain terrain. The only thing which made it a bit more challenging was the weight of my backpack that contained my complete photo equipment, food and water plus some additional clothing because of the rainy weather.

Famous stone formations (Svatošské skály) at the river Eger (Ohře) near Doubí
Famous stone formations (Svatošské skály) at the river Eger (Ohře) near Doubí

Near Doubí, a town about mid-way on my hike, a noteworthy natural monument can be marveled at: Svatošské skály, bizarre stone formations which provide a setting and material for myths and fairy-tales in the Czech and German folklore.

Loket (3.000 inhabitants, German: Elbogen) is undoubtedly one of the most intriguing locations in West Bohemia. Beside the city center itself it is first and foremost the well-preserved Castle (Hrad), which must not be missed by any visitor.

Loket, town center
Loket, town center (photo taken from the top storey of the beer and feeding cups museum)

Worth a visit is also the beer museum, and an exhibition of Schnabeltassen (feeding cups) in the top storey of the same building (at T. G. Masaryka), which also houses one of the many restaurants in the town.

Castle Loket
Castle (Hrad) Loket (photo taken from the Most přes Ohři, the wide north bridge across the Eger)

Thirty-five kilometers of hiking was not so bad an accomplishment for a single day, so I was happy as I came back to my hotel in Karlovy Vary in the late evening (pretty wet from the rain) and drink two or five delicious Czech beer in a bar near the Vřídelní kolonáda (this is one of several colonnades in Karlsbad where the spa water can be tapped).

Karlovy Vary, spa water sedimentation near the Vřídelní kolonáda (one of several colonnades in the city)
Karlovy Vary, spa water sedimentation near the Vřídelní kolonáda (one of several colonnades in the city)

Epilogue

My grandmother reached Bavaria safely in 1945, and re-united with my grandfather who was released from war captivity soon after the unconditional surrender of the German Reich.

Despite all their material losses, they had had enormous luck.

They both were healthy, still comparatively young, and possessed the education and skills to build a prosperous butcher business in Bavaria in the decades after the war.

Barely do I have any idea of the struggles and challenges they faced during those years in and after the war.

My nice little hike was hence nothing more than an insignificant adventure during a temporary respite from a global pandemic, nothing in comparison with a week-long march through a hostile country in one of the most gruesome wars in history.

Featured image: Famous stone formations (Svatošské skály) at the river Eger (Ohře) near Doubí