King’s Day (Koningsdag) in the Netherlands. Happily spent in Utrecht, in my case, because Amsterdam is not really among my favourite places in the country and it’s definitely not a good choice in that one day a year when everybody is expected to be drunk and the quantity of ”everybody” is expected to double. Everywhere you look, there’s something orange, someone drunk, something cheap, and someone stoned. The flea market is half the size of the city and they’re selling everything you could possibly imagine, from 15-years-old boxes of tampons to plastic bags filled with monkey … citeste mai mult