Saturday 25th August

So last night I went to have a coffee in the common area where a German girl was sitting watching a movie. And I forgot her name. We spoke broken English and German to each other because neither could talk each others language fluently. After a while a guy from Sydney came in. Also forgot his name. But we went down to the bar gr a few beers and they kept serving them to is. €1.50 for 200mls and it was alright actually.

But now I'm hungry and need food but nothing is open. 9am I left for food. You'd think something would be open? No. Only from 10am everything opens and only Starbucks had its doors open. So I got a muffin and mango passionfruit frappe. God I love them. And now I'm sitting outside Ludwig Museum waiting for it to open like the nerd I am because NOTHING IS OPEN.

Actually I'm surprised how good Ludwig Museum was. I haven't seen pop art in Europe, or ever actually. It's something you'd expect to see on The Simpsons or maybe New York. Nothing you'd expect to see next to a large Cathedral in a smaller city like Cologne. But that's what I got. An I'm glad. But I had to rush through it at the end and I didn't get to see all the "pieces of crap" (as Home would put it) so I left but if I had an extra 30 minutes it would have been better. However who cares. I got to see Picaso and the likes, Warhol and several weird looking statues. If I knew I could have gotten photos I would have. But I needed to check in all my stuff into a locker. My bag is tiny by the way.

Also I think I've bruised the bottom of my foot. I can hardly walk and it's so damn painful that I curl up my foot every time I walk. This has happened before but I have to remember that in less than 3 weeks time I'll be with family doing nothing anyway so my foot shouldn't be a worry. And the next week, I've been told, there's nothing to do. So that's great.

I rushed from the hostel to find food and everything was closed again for lunch. It's such a joke. So I found a place and got ribs because it was all I could read that I wanted. They only had German menus and I knew what they were but I didn't want to eat anything else. They took their sweet as time to get my order but were quick to get it served. So I ate my meal, all cave man style and hurried out of there to get my bag from the hostel to get the underground to get the train in time. I missed the connecting underground train so I had five minutes at the central station to get my ICE train. I found it, got on board ad asked if it was going to Frankfurt main station. First the lady didn't know and passed me to another lady who said no, it only goes to Frankfurt airport. AWESOME. I got off, went to the next train and the same deal. I ran down to the info desk and asked the lacy there and I ended up getting the next train just 20 minutes later. Thank God.

I got onboard and the train was so empty. I went to plug my laptop into the power outlet and surprise! I found an iPod European adaptor. Nothing else, just the converter. It was fantastic. I took it and went. When I got to the hostel though I almost died. Like it was totally in the wrong part of town. In the worst area you could ever think of, in the red like district! Or maybe the best part of town. Whatever it is you feel is bad or good.

I decided to just go for a walk around and found myself in a festival. A massive festival. To which I've since discovered is the museum festival. So for €4 you can get access to heaps of different museums and such and ft pays itself off so quickly then. So I just walked around and got photos of it.

I went back to the hostel for a rest and met the guys in my room. Nick, a Canadian in America who has been in Europe for 8 months and studied how to cool in Calabria for 3 months. He's since developed a passion for Italians foods. Then Jay, a British backpacker who has done Europe on a shortstop compared to me but has done it in such interesting ways. No joke, it was slightly making me jealous of how awesome it sounded. Except when he spoke about Naples and then I wasn't as jealous because I'm never going there from everything I've ever heard. Ever. So it got to the stage where we went down to have a BBQ at the hostel, which was provided to us. But it was so cheap. I got a bacon roll. A stick of bacon pretty much. Fantastic.

That night we just chilled after dinner and talked as the prostitutes rolled by. It was great. So then before bed Jay and I were shooting using the BB gun. Oh right. I found a BB gun in my locker. As soon as I got into the hostel there was the option to pick any bed you wanted and I got the bed I wanted and the locker. As soon as I opened the locker there was a gun and also pallets. Lucky I saw the pallets because if I only saw a gun I would have died. So we were shooting at the street below for a bit before bed. Ah Frankfurt.