Köln - The very gay city

I had never seen the real face of Köln (pronouced as Ko-llr-n, or Cologne) properly. It was either in a rush or not in the correct direction, or no one explain enough to me.

In fact Köln is a gay city. Very popular. So Andi and Stefan said this is the best place for young guy, to study here. There are way too many girls left over. Good life.

A city with a lot of pride in it, apparently.



They pride their beer called Kölsch (pronouce as ke-h-shh). So we drank while look at the Gothic Cathedral (Cologne Dom) and the city hall from one side of the river. After a few quick drink, we started to drop off non-nonsensical courtesy and laughing like buddy. The power of beer.

I normally do not come by this side of the river. Obviously this isn't a tourist point. The locals drink beer here, and also those who has "immigration background". For some strange reasons the German don't call them foreigner and foreigners don't like being called that way too.

A big portion of the local with "immigration background" came from Turkey. Stefan called them "Chingaley". Obviously only they can tell who is Chingaley at first sight. I guess it is close to our "Ah-ne-ne" or the "keling guai". After a few beer, I started to differentiate them, aha. Darker, drive big car, live small apartment, wear thick gold necklace. And always with a girl with strange fashion sense. The power of beer.

With the empty stomach alarming, we finished the beer and walked across the bridge to the other side of the river. Along the bridge I saw many many locks. Thousands of locks. It was those couple craft their name on the lock and then put in on the wire of the bridge. They are supposed to resemble the love last forever or something along that line. Stefan insisted this is a form of arts.



We reached the other side of the river, which is the same side as the Gothic Cathedral, then we walked into the Kölsch brewery house. We enjoy our aura to drink at the beer factory. So we drank again with Würste, the typical German sausage. And the German eat the curry Würste with fries, which is quite usual to us (sausage + fries) but they seem like to think they are the only people eat them together.

German are not funny. But maybe that's because they haven't drink the beer.

This was my best ever Köln trip with very pleasant memory. I think i love the curry Würste. So I had another one at the Köln train station on my way back to Frankfurt Airport.