Den Bosch Maritiem

Singing sailors

A few days ago, on Thursday, I was at a birthday party of the roommate of a friend of mine. It was a lot of fun, and the craziest thing is that apparently, the birthday child and me has a mutual friend in Sweden who studied here last year. It's a small world I tell you.

Bosschen bollen en een lekker kopje koffie

On Friday I went with a friend to Den Bosch over the weekend, to see the "maritiem", kind of a binnual market/festival. It was interesting, and there were a lot of old "sailors" singing typical sailor songs in the streets. We also went on a guided boattrip in the Binnendieze, the only canalsystem in The Netherlands that go under or behind the houses. Really cool! All of a sudden had we passed under the City Hall in the canal! Another thing I did in Den Bosch was to try the local pastry "Bosschen bollen" (don't know if I spelled it correctly). It is basically flaky pastry shaped as a big ball filled with whipped cream and dipped in dark chocolate. It was nice, but so rich I could barely manage half of it. 

Boat tour in de Binnendieze

A canal full of boats...

When we drove back to Den Haag (yes, I say it the Dutch way now), I had this really strange feeling. I really felt like I was in another country (the higways and the surrounding nature are very different from Sweden) but I still had the feeling that I was going home. When we drove in to my street, I was home. I know the neighbourhood and this is really my street. Very strange feeling and it's hard to describe it.

You probably have to experience it yourself.