Also, on my way back from Holland, I made a list ... or two.
Things I discovered missing about Holland when I returned for a sec:
- Water. Canals, rivers, whatever - there's just so much less water in Budapest. No screeching seagulls, not that smell. No to-and-fro of boats in the grey-blue light of an Ij or Nieuwe Maas, or cranes on the skyline.
- Little houses like in Delft, small cute one-or two-story apartments in a row, with little gardens in the back
- Those tall, gorgeous flowers that just burst from the paving stone seams up those tiny houses, wild street flowers right downtown
- Parents with children in neighbourhood pubs
- Children in the bus or on the train
- Smiling Chinese girls, beautiful black women, proud black men, loudmouthed Moroccan chicks, sweet Hindustani girls, gossiping older Muslims with headscarves - ATTITUDE -
diversity
- R&B ringtones
- Dutchmen with a fat Hague/Rotterdam/Amsterdam accent ("Nah they dont do nuthing, otherwise I wouldnt 'ave taken 'em here would I?!" - blond woman with two pitbulls to family with children on the train platform).
- More than one metropolitan city, with each their own character/identity
- The morning-after sordidness of the Zeedijk at 10:30 AM
- Everpresent festivals and open-air events
- Men's fashion stores that cater for men who grew too old for club-, skate- or punk gear, but are still too young for corporate suits or shirts: men who like hip but
fancy stuff
- A scope of style/fashion/counterculture mags like at Atheneum on the Spui
- The alternative political scene, squats, a bookshop like Het Fort van Sjakoo
- The kind of proud, rebellious self-consciousness that has the Amsterdam Nieuwmarkt metro station signed "Welcome to the Nieuwmarkt" with wall-height archive pictures of the 1970s Niewmarkt riots
- Amsterdam's weirdness: American preachers screaming at Central Station, painted men on stelts bending balloons into funny shapes, funfair on the Dam
- Crowds like on the Damrak
- Half-litre bottles of smoothies and freshly squeezed juice of all kinds in the supermarket, and Swirls at the train station
- Good-tasting healthy sandwiches like at Dolores
- Self-confident women who dont hesitate going after what they want
Things that made me barf as soon as I came back for a sec:
- The never-ending pissing and moaning about foreigners
- Dutchmen in the train - men and women: how they can
talk, loudly, endlessly! What a contrast with the formal, restrained Germans.
- That loose, who-gives-a-**** boorish loudness of Dutch whites: who's to tell us anything, eh?
- Ever babbling sorority student girls who all look, talk and gesture in exactly the same, newly affected ways, and wear t-shirts that all sport the same funny slogan to signal which club they've joined
- Youp van 't Hek-looking, striped sweater-wearing, spoiled middle-aged, middle class men without elegance, who think, no assume this is their world to have
- The total lack of good-tasting buns, cakes and rolls (an issue not to be confused with that of sandwiches, see above), especially at train stations
- Those people who spent too much of their life in offices (or "organisations") and now cant talk normally anymore (the NGO and civil servant folks are even worse than the commercial bank and insurance ones). And who for some reason always end up "catching up" on the "coordination" of "the process" in "intersecting ways" with a colleague right next to you on the train.
- The striking lack of delightfully charming, pleasant girls that seem to work in every Budapest cafe
- Fat-fed, spoiled but intolerant suburbia
- Bitchy, bossy and perennially dissatisfied women who never seem to have had to go through much
Can you tell where my loyalties lie in society?