Then another climb of 50 feet on an open-air, metal, caged stairway open to the winds 300 feet above the streets below. It was all scary as hell! I thought I would trip or get so nervous my hand would lock on the rails and they'd have to cut the rail loose and I'd end up having a piece of rail in my hand for the rest of my life! I talked to myself and tried singing to keep my nerves down to prevent fainting. Then a climb of about 17 feet up another enclosed stairwell that was even tinier brought me to sunlight. The view from the top is worth the walk.
See the tree on the photo on the right? It's the same tree I shot through for the first photo at the top of the previous page.
You can see all of Köln and the magical spires of the church close up. To the south was the Hohenzollernbrucke, the busiest rail bridge in the world, with a train crossing every two minutes, day and night, night and day. I saw the Colonius, which sounds a little like something you'd see on an informercial about colon cleansing.
The walk down was less scary, but still I was relieved to reach bottom. Moved to give to two beggars near the main entrance but not sure if they were together, I stood aside to count equal donations for both. As I approached, another lady saw the money and approached me. "Money--give--money!” she chanted in a disturbing way, and followed me. Then I noticed others. This could be dangerous if I started handing out bills and I didn’t have any Euros to get back. I stuffed them in my pocket and walked away. I hate pushy beggars.
On the drive back I stopped by Trier but it was already dark and I got lost in the town for 30 minutes. With little lighting, it was spooky. I gave up the search, knowing the cathedral was probably already closed.