A love song in every language

So you’re in Cologne, Germany for one more day; what’s the logical thing to do? Mini golf. Yep good, we’re on the same wave length. We’re bike riding to this mini golf place and then disaster strikes – Police helicopters circling above and flying low. Police cars parked about and police inspecting the area. Turns out someone jumped from this bridge we were riding across. Ambulances, choppers and police all around the Rheine searching for the jumper. He was fine. Just thought he’d go for a dip. Kidding, we think we actually tried to kill himself or he was just drunk/high.

Anyways, he came out pretty much physically unscathed and slapped with a hefty fine from the Fuzz, and we got to our game of mini golf.

Surprisingly I came 2^nd (you might be assuming here that there were only two players – to which I say firstly “screw you”, and secondly, no there were 5 of us so this is truly a great feat for me who rarely ever plays mini golf or normal golf).

This was followed by a very chilled out evening of sitting out on the balcony, listening to Radiohead and pink Floyd by candlelight and having an extremely deep philosophical conversation til the early hours of the morning. Got up the next morning pretty tired and had to pack to head to Amsterdam.

** EDIT - Forgot to add that whilst playing our intense mini golf game, there was a movie being filmed in the area. We were getting very much into our game especially when we sunk hole in ones. We went CRAZY. We were told off several times by the set crew. See picture below. We were also included in the background of some scenes so if all of a sudden my acting career takes off, you'll know why.