Cologne is hardly half an hour away, so we stop by a nearby medieval castle and walk around its premises. There I buy some overpriced souvenirs for my family, and ask to try some of the local honey wine. My German is better than I thought (something that Olli has been trying to convince me all week). It's very sweet and definitely approved by the two wine drinkers among us. Four years of studying finally paid off! After our little trip we go to Cologne's Underground, where tonight's show will be held. Nice people, bunk beds, good food, and wireless internet make sure all of us are happy. (And what's this? Malkovich have obviously been here before, as a drawing on the wall has been graced with their name.) As in Berlin, the girls of Pristine are supporting The Shocker tonight, and Frank is there so it's nice to see some familiar faces. Interviews are held and pictures are taken before what is a great last show for us in Germany. Minding my own business, some guy comes up to me and asks if I'm with the band (yes) and if I'm the singer (no). I tell him I'm the tourmanager, which is apparently the funniest thing in the world because he starts laughing and says "a woman?!" I immediately think of my friend Jovka who would without a doubt have punched him in the face, but keep my cool and remind myself he can't help it that he's an idiot. What an annoying ending to a good night.

PRISTINE