There are few cities as picturesque as Amsterdam, the canals, the buildings, the people. A few times during the year things get crazy. One of those days is April 27, King’s Day, the celebration of the king’s birthday, aka a time to close down the city and party. A quick photo essay about my time during this magical day.
With thousands of people expected, the urinors come out in full force. The highlight are of course the color schemes and lines into the sewer.
I opted for indoor plumbing. This may be my favorite tree ever.
The Hare Krishnas starting their march. Admittedly all I know about them comes from the movie Airplane.
A boat heading down the canal.
An even bigger boat heading down the canal.
Trying to get a picture of the craziness of the street, I got a great photobomb instead.
I can’t be sure, but this may be the Dutch version of The Fonz.
I’m stumped. Feel free to send me a caption for this one.
A couple of wooden bikes and an ass.
Bottles everywhere.
And then there’s the aftermath. After a hard day of partying some didn’t fare as well as others.
They came to Amsterdam as innocent musicians looking to ply their trade. After a crazy day, the town had eaten them up and like many others, they wound up in a trash heap.
April 28, yet another successful King’s Day, at least for some, is done.
