Saturday, 22 September 2007
Clogs, Canals and Belgium Beer.
Sometimes in England, we forget the rest of the world exists, and I am very lucky to have the opportunity to sit and watch masters from all over the globe. And as I demonstrate on other techs it brings new meaning to versatile.
Utrecht is magical, a city full of heritage and character. I am standing on a bridge over looking a canal, lower than the two narrow roads on either side, this sunken Dutch waterway winds its way through the center of town, mesmerized by the reflections of lanterns and flames. Steep stairs go down to caverns situated by the edge, restaurants housing delicious foodie smells, wafting towards me, assaulting my senses, through open doors. Candles on tables, light the meals of happy people sat by the canal. It doesn't take long to get lost in the fantasy, of distance memories, boats mooring by one of these cellars and transferring their wares, men with clogs and pipes yelling at each other as they greet and sell.
Bicycles litter the edges of the narrow cobbled roads in Utrecht, people milling out side bars and restaurants, as the evening goes on into the early hours. Nearly 40years ago my mother was here, riding the same bikes visiting the same bars, will these university students tell their children of the adventures to be had, perhaps in 40 years a new generation will return.
After a few Belgium beers, insisted upon me by the 'girls', how could refuse.....lol, I am introduced to an old Dutch bar, Strange sounds can be heard inside, singing and clapping as the music...dutch music blared. Yes...it sounded cheesy and naff, but toe tapping never the less, and after a few more beers, I was up with the rest of them strutting my stuff, blindly singing words I knew not what they meant.