Just Here to Catch the Train

We had to catch the train from Cologne to get to Europe and then again to get back to England. It became a necessary place, a place we stayed in just because we had to catch the train.

It rained both times we were there. We spent our time bagging out the dodgy hostel we stayed in and drinking tea in a shop at the end of a cobbled street. Tea from bone china so fine it was almost transparent, in a shop where the shelves were lined with tins of tea and the proprietor slouched behind the counter watching us with satisfaction. She spoke only German and had a bright red lipsticked mouth and a stripy tshirt. It is suprising how much you can understand when you try.