



And we survived the war zone that was Nijmegen last night! New Year's Eve is the one time of the year it is legal for every man and his dog to buy fireworks - and every man and his dog does! Some people spend hundreds, even thousands of euros in the 3 days leading up to NYE at special outlets selling amateur fireworks. You can see some of the results in the photos above. I especially like the one of Dennis and Dennis (amidst all the smoke!) proudly unrolling the big whopper that ended up strung across a 20 metre long hedge! Apparently the total spend across Holland this year was expected to be about 75 million euros! It is such a big thing that even all the post boxes are fitted with special coverings so you can't stuff fireworks into them. Some post boxes are even removed altogether from the worst offending neighbourhoods.
The entire day yesterday was spent listening to random bangs as those who couldn't wait were setting off crackers, fireworks, and using old metal milk cans to mix calciumcarbide with a bit of water to create an enormous thundering boom, known here as carbidschieten. At one point during the course of the evening I was standing about 5 metres away from one of these milk cans as it went off, and I could feel the boom through my whole body!
BUT, that was nothing compared to what actually happens from midnight onwards. We walked over to our friends, Tamara & Dennis, had a couple of celebratory drinks at their place and then ventured out onto the streets just after midnight. Bloody hell, it was really like a war zone. Everyone in the neighbourhood, and I mean everyone, was out on the streets setting off fireworks of all shapes and sizes. The sounds, the sights, and the smell of gunpowder were amazing. It was a bit scary actually, and you have to be so careful to watch all around you all the time to avoid accidents.
Sadly, not everyone is so careful. I was reading in this morning's newspaper that a young boy of 14 here in Nijmegen lost his eye, and across the country there were a few skull fractures and very serious facial injuries from misfires, cars were burnt out, and even a couple of people died. Jeroen was very careful to make sure our windows were all closed before we left home, just in case a stray rocket made it's way in and we came home to our house in flames. It happens!! Once people get bored with the whole firework thing, after about 90 minutes, the fires start. Alot of people create huge bonfires on the streets with their discarded Christmas trees (and basically any other wooden junk they can find!) and then proceed to play some sort of cat and mouse game with the police who keep an eye on everything and finally have to call the fire brigade to douse the flames.
All in all, a very fun way to spend NYE, and very different to those relaxed BBQ's we have in Melbourne, but I wouldn't want to do it every year :-))
Alli xxx