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Our friends are going to drive us from Cologne to a town near Essen where one of them is from. Apparently it’s a very small town but Kristie and I have a eye for adventure so we’ll see. It’s apparently a small village with only a few thousand people.
This was our first drive on the Autobahn and I had no idea how fast we were going until I heard the engine rev slightly. I have to say that it was very exciting because I haven’t been in a car which was driving that fast before.
The rules are steadfast. Only pass on the left, obey posted limits where specified and keep a proper distance from the automobile in front of you.
Our new friend Walker is from a small village of only a thousand or so people. As he was visiting family, who spoke no English so everything was a rough translation because Christian spoke the best English, but he’d speak to Valker in Swiss-German and then Valker would translate from Swiss German to the regional dialect that his parents spoke.
The dialect was so regional that Christian, a native Swiss-German speaker could not understand the words of Valker’s parents when they spoke.
During Valker’s visit with his parents, we went to tour an old castle near town, enjoy a cup of coffee and drove to a gigantic mall.
I think Kristie learned a valuable lesson that day. Gay people shop just like women so when she’d complain, “Is he still looking for a pair of jeans?” I’d remind her that those are the same things that guys go through when their wives would shop a little too long.
We met later with one of Valker’s friends who took us to a restaurant for a regional seasonable specialty, “Spargel”.
Spargel are basically giant white asparagus served over schnitzel and topped with a bernaise or hollandaise sauce. It was very good and I’d highly suggest the dish if you’re at a restaurant or a home where they know how to prepare it properly! The only problem I have with asparagus is that it makes my pee smell like an electrical fire! Too much information.
After sharing a few glasses of wine and finishing dinner, Valker and Christian drove us back to our hotel in Cologne.
Here’s the interesting part, there was an onslaught of teenaged girls at the entrance of the hotel. We discovered that they were awaiting the arrival of “Tokyo Hotel” who was, in fact, staying at our hotel. According to our friends, it’s a popular band in Germany, Switzerland and Austria but they haven’t had an English language hit yet.
I found it funny when we stopped by the hospitality room for our floor that one of the bodyguards peeked through the door to check us out. I really wanted to say, “I have no idea who the hell Tokyo Hotel is so we’re not a threat, dingleberry.”
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