
It boils down to throngs of bored farmers flocking to Asmterdam to get pissed on ridiculously overpriced Heineken while Amsterdammers try to peddle all kinds of fifth-hand crap on the streets in a sort of citywide junk sale. There are some miserly Dutch bands no one knows about playing here and there, but all in all it's about expensive booze, booze-inflated nationalism and MOUNTAINS of trash sold - or abandoned if unsold - in the streets. There're no carnival or floats or anything like that.
For lovely carnivals, head out south of the Maas where the Catholic folks live. They do have nice - colourful and meaningful - festivals there, just not in the North where the unhappy buttoned-up Calvinist spirit tries to have fun and stops one step short of it, inebriating itself out of guilt and fear of eternal damnation instead.

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