Going with the flow on a Danube River cruise

Delayed at the airport in Nuremberg and thoroughly frazzled, we checked and rechecked our watches as the miles ticked by, with the Danube River and our Scenic River Cruises ship, the Pearl, nowhere to be seen.

Gunter, meanwhile, hired to drive us to the dock in Vilshofen, Germany, for a nine-day Danube cruise and long-planned family vacation, calmly fiddled with the radio, tuning in a soccer match and then a music station. Finally he switched it off and, sighing thoughtfully, gazed into the rearview mirror.

"The ship is waiting," he remarked. "No worrying. Like American movies say, only rolling with the punches."

Words to live by, indeed. With the Danube at flood levels, there was no way the 167-passenger Pearl was going anywhere, not that night. Arriving just as the welcome-aboard party ended, we managed a glass of Champagne and a hurried handshake with Capt. Gyula Toth.

Nor was the next day wasted. Though it rained on and off, the kids kept busy exploring the ship and biking for miles along the river path while I rescheduled excursions, piano concerts and museum visits. Joining a tour of Passau, we drew a law student for a guide, an amateur historian as entertaining as he was knowledgeable. By bedtime we'd met enough people to discover that another passenger and I had attended the same high school.

As for the Danube River, molten silver by moonlight, it looked as harmless as a backyard fish pond. Until the next morning when it reared up with a roar, rising another foot, flooding towns and fields, lapping at the undersides of bridges and thwarting cruise passengers.

It was then, still docked in Vilshofen, that I noticed Capt. Toth had gone to ground.

Hope sprang anew when hotel manager Miguel Rodriquez called a meeting. But when he announced that two other ships had hit a bridge, blocking our route, a muttered protest swept the lounge.

"Why can't we just leave? I paid for this and I want to go, or I want my money back," yelled a tough-looking character who said he'd been on 20 cruises and expected better. What he didn't realize was that river cruising is nothing like ocean cruising. Water levels change. The current never stops. Whirlpools gouge the river bottom, shifting sandbars. Tributaries deposit debris. Some low bridges are impassable. And the water can rise in minutes.

Or fall just as fast. A couple hours later the river levels dropped, the sun came out and the Pearl cast off, heading downstream between low mountains, beside rocky cliffs and past ancient castles and vineyards.

"It's like driving a car," said Toth when I finally found him in the bridge house, hunkered down and peering at the current. "You can't take your eyes off the road — or the river — for a minute," he said, gesturing to the first mate to take the helm while we talked. "You can't stop to look at a map, or even get a cup of coffee. I've been on the Danube for more than 20 years, from one end to the other, and there's always something new."

A slow start notwithstanding, we made it to every port on the itinerary. At Passau and Regensburg, Germany, and Dürnstein, Austria, we had a choice: Walk into town, ride the bus, join a guided tour or admire the landscape from the seat of one of the ship's electric bikes. Full-day and three-quarter-day bus tours went farther afield; to Salzburg (this earned a thumbs down as too far and too many tourists) and to Cesky Krumlov, in the Czech Republic.

On my first Danube River cruise, some 20 years ago, I spent entire days on the top deck watching valleys give way to mountains and back to valleys. With few organized excursions and even fewer cruise ships going by, it was a "Huck Finn" coming-of-age.

But the Pearl, with my family in tow, was much more in the moment. The kids immediately invented a competitive "spot-the-ships" game that awarded points for each sighting, a list that included Tauck Tours' Joy, A-Rosa's Silva and Bella, two Uniworld ships (we missed the names) and three Viking River Cruises ships.

From a basket of memorable moments, I'd pick Dürnstein, Austria, for history and Cesky Krumlov for crafts. Built on steep terraces, tiny Dürnstein is unique. But its standout feature is the hike uphill to the ruined castle on the rocks. For me, seeing the place put the Crusades on the map; it is where in 1192, England's King Richard I, returning home from the Third Crusade, was imprisoned for two years.

In Cesky Krumlov, our sunny day wandering through this 13th-century restored Czech hamlet soon became a Tiffany-meets-Disneyland adventure with dozens of sparkly stores on cobblestone streets. Built astride the Moldau River and bypassed by every major war, the town is now a designated UNESCO Heritage Site, making it a set just waiting for a story.

Talking to Toth about working with Scenic Cruises produced another surprise. On the Danube, captains have just one task: steering.

The result is a critical shortage of experienced employees, from cruise directors to dining room waiters. Forced to hire beginners, service levels now vary from ship to ship.

A few travelers couldn't avoid comparisons. "We're very disappointed," said one traveler from the U.K. "The service doesn't compare with Silver Seas, where the staff greet you by name, ask after you every day and your waiter keeps an eye on you throughout the meal. These fellows don't even notice when you try to get their attention," he said.

But most passengers gave the cruise an enthusiastic thumbs up. The fact that the waiters, new hires from Romania and Bulgaria, were inattentive didn't matter. They were thrilled to be vacationing on a famous river and fascinated by new places and cultures. They liked the meals and praised the all-inclusive pricing. Even disappointed travelers eventually softened up.

"We've had a very good time," said a woman who had to move from one cabin to another when a mystery leak soaked her rug twice. "These things happen but you can't let it bother you," she said, waving goodbye. Words to live by, for sure: On a cruise, it's best to go with the flow.