Hup Holland Hup!

I was in Amsterdam for the World Cup Final (The Netherlands vs Sapin)! On the way back from Heidelberg, I was with a group of Berliners who opted to take an indirect route home (changing in Frankfurt and Köln) so that we could ride a REALLY fast train (300+ km/hr). We had kickass seats right behind the driver.

The final destination of the reallly fast train was Amsterdam and I've been to Köln several times, so it was kinda like the Deutsche Bahn/fate was telling me to stay on that train. (Until we had to wait 40 minutes in Köln for them to change the engine and even longer after we left the station because someone had stolen the overhead wire). Some of the group stopped in Köln to look at the Dom then headed back to Berlin, but I remembered how we were going to be working with really smelly substrate and how you can get away with blaming the german train company for just about anything, so I texted Mandy to tell her that there were train problems and that in order to be able to watch the game, I'd need to stay in the West and that I'd be back sometime in the early afternoon on Monday {all of these things are true}. It seemed like a worthwhile risk, the chance to celebrate a world cup championship in the capital of the winning country and even though they lost, it was still totally worth it.

I was basically the only person/thing in the whole city who wasn't wearing orange (with the exception of Spain fans), so I bought this awesome hat.

According to the internet, the public viewing options in Amsterdam were slim. We first checked out Rembrandtplein were there was a huge screen and quite a few people. While I was off buying a tshirt to sit down on (that didn't survive the trip), someone informed Jon that the screen was just a billboard and that the game wouldn't be shown. We asked the police were we could find a public viewing. They said that there was only one and it was full.

Liars!!!!! We trekked to Museumplein (near the Rijksmuseum and the Van Gogh Museum) where we found a 120,000+ other orange clad people. This was the FIFA official public viewing, but it was quite different then the Berlin one. We just walked right in. In Berlin there were security guards, pat downs and a long list of things you couldn't bring in (glass bottles, no plastic bottles that are larger than 0,5 litres, canned drinks, fireworks, umbrellas, hard liquor, vuvuzelas or trumpets, particularly large flags or signs, excessive amounts of toilet paper, weapons of any kind, dogs...). With the exception of weapons, I saw all of those things.

(this is pretty low energy because it was after Spain scored)

Before the game there was a concert and helicopters dropped flowers on all of the fans.

They played this song a lot (totes a rip off of Viva Colonia, but still fun) (not my video):

I was only able to see about 10 minutes total of the game, but it was a great atmosphere (until Spain scored). The Germans have better cheers, but the Dutch handled their defeat better (more crying in the streets, but no airborne glass bottles). One fan had a funny sign about grilling the octopus and eating it.

Due to more train complications, I got back to work 30 minutes before everybody usually starts leaving for the day aka just in time for a birthday party!!! I was going to explain the whole saga and take whatever wrath was due, but I started explaining and then everyone else started telling their Deutsche Bahn horror stories and so I didn't have to admit that I was being irresponsible or give them the apology gift that I brought back - a big bag of Stroopwafels!