Koninginnedag was wild and fiery orange with millions of people milling through the streets of Amsterdam, heading lazily towards the museum plein with beers in hand. You had people wearing every possible article of clothing, all the national color of pride: oranje. Men in suits, beer hats, belts, costumes -- you name it. We stayed a good six hours, then headed back to Nijmegen, more exhausted than we thought possible and more broke than we would've cared to be (the result of buying beers at exorbitant rates from kids who looked no older than 13, slanging six packs of Heineken from wagons).
Burnt-out and en route to Amsterdam. Saturday morning. Obviously lots of playing with editing.
These two photos of Josh are wicked cool and his orange shirt is even more ace.
Mike -- Need I say more? I was wearing nothing orange and I felt like a fraud in his presence.
There I am, rocking the dutch flag, cheek stamps...uh?
Ballin'
(I think I'm almost ready to get the gold "Mick" necklace)
Crowded streets, overflowing with people. Gabor and Zsofia
Carnival...of course, it paled in comparison to the Karneval I met face to face in March
Fiets, feest, oranje, all op een gracht. Klein schips. Zo Nederland