trial #4 to obtain traditional german food at a brauhaus.
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AND IT GETS FOILED BY A FRIGGIN' NAZI RIOT!! just my luck.
i have a tendency of getting lost. well, getting lost and also preoccupied. i get sidetracked and distracted easilly. i know this, i've come to terms with it. the first 3 times i've tried to get german food i've 1> gotten lost, 2> ate something else in the meantime and then wasn't hungry anymore and then got lost, 3> got so lost that i ended up on the other side of town, couldn't find a brauhaus or ANYTHING for that matter and ended up on the rhine somewhere and then decided to head back home. well, i was determined. it was a beautiful saturday afternoon and i finished my german homework. what better way to reward myself than with german food and refreshing german beer, eh?
EEEEEEHR, WRONG!! not so much when there's a riot in the old town.
we finally get our train and make it over the bridge. this was where the adventure got interesting. the train station is a chaotic disaster in itself, people shouting and chanting, whistles blowing, stomping in unison, etc. it was nuts. but then OUTSIDE the hbf, mercy!! it was insane!! loads of police officers lined up and ready to charge random picketters, i haven't seen so many skinheads in my life. it was so strange to see all these young kids with so much hate and blind rage in their furious eyes. like wild rabid wolves.
a bunch of nazis from europe decided to have a little pow-wow in koln in the old town, the altstadt. they came friday night and wanted to do their protest [legally] saturday afternoon. i guess a bunch of anti-fascists from all over europe joined together to blockade the nazis from entering the old town and then they couldn't have their little protest party. woohoo!! this didn't mean that it was over. there sadly are still many neo nazis running amuck trying to spread their bullshit hate around and tote their smug mugs, shaved heads with red painted-on swastikas.
well, being the tourist that i am i tried taking as many pictures as i could. i was almost at the end of my first beer when i made it to the front lines and was met by a row of police officers preventing anyone from getting intot he old town. there were some neo-nazi skinhead types causing some ruckus and making a bunch of random german noise. one of them started shouting in my face. his friends were holding him back and the people around me were kind of just staring i think. i was just staring. i really wasn't all that scared, i mean there were cops everywhere, for one, and two, this ignorant little shit wants to talk a bunch of shit i don't understand just because i'm a different color? what a fucking idiot, right? i guess in a sense it was my fault for standing at the front, but that's the adventurer in me.
long story short, because of the riotting i couldn't have german food at a brauhaus with beers. i settled for pomme frites [belgian fries] and 2 1-liter bottles of reisdorf kolsh and called it an afternoon.
trying to make my way back OVER the bridge, bullshit. forgot about that. was thinking about walking over it, but it was still blockaded, even to foot traffic. the police officers told me to try other bridges, but they wouldn't allow foot traffic to even get TO the bridges. so after trying 3 other bridges, getting extremely tired, i decided to go back to the hbf and tifure it out from there. then this nice german man helped me try to figure out a way to get back home. he was very sweet and offered to guide me around koln. he said that koln is especially beautiful at night. i told him i had seen it at night. he then spouted out all these funky places that i had never heard of that are in koln and that i simply had to see them, especially at night and that he would be more than happy to show me around and SPEND THE NIGHT AT HIS HOUSE TILL THE TRAM STARTYED GOING AGAIN.
germans are friggin' weird!!!
i made it home. an hour and a half later.
i'm starting to really loathe germany. harumph!!
2 more months and i'm OUT!!!