Poplars under girls

Winter has been harsh in the Netherlands.
Long months of low temperatures, snow, dark clouds and not much sun.
People locked up in their houses and winter coats.

But together with the traveller from Mexico, the spring has come to Amsterdam.
Relative warm temperatures, a blue sky and bright sunshine.
That is how the Dutch like it!
They are coming out of their hiding places and swarm over the city.
To enjoy the warmth and the sun drinking drinks on terraces, taking sunny sunbaths and parade the parading grounds.

People are happy and joyful like lambs born in spring.
The last year the societies of the USA and Mexico have been experienced.
But suddenly it is the Netherlands.
And immediately strong differences are observed.

In the city of Amsterdam people are very liberal and free.
They do what they want.
But this has overdeveloped in a mentality with many of them that can be described as: I will be myself no matter what.
Hence, get the fuck out of my way.

This is most prominently demonstrated by the liberal bicyclist.
Of which there are thousands and thousands.
They just go their own way driving on the pavement reserved for pedestrians, ignoring red traffic lights and parking in obstructive ways.
Rule one is not to get upset with them.
To simply step aside in case one is a pedestrian.
Otherwise the bicyclist will yell at the critical pedestrian.
Or will possibly put a fist on the nose.
That can bleed and make a mess on the clothes and in the mind.

Of course, the bicyclist meets often dangerously the car that is higher in the hierarchy.
And that results in yelling by the bicyclist as well.
With no result as the driver is safely inside the car.
And will not likely submit to the bicyclist and shift priority.

On the other side of the liberal Dutch spectrum we meet with great pleasure the women.
They are dressed in a way no Mexican Señorita would dare to.
The Dutch woman knows very well what are her good assets and emphasises them in her public presentation.
They wear for example mini skirts with colourful panties.
Showing endless long legs shaped like poplars.

But most impressive is the way how they show themselves.
Whatever is the outfit.
They seem to be self-assured.
They look like they are used to being desired madly.
They seem to have sex in their lives as common and normal as shooting a pistol.

No wonder that those women are admired, adored and admitted.
No wonder that Amsterdam feels like a warm shower of sunrays.
A healthy male visitor to Amsterdam becomes therefore a solar panel producing high energy.

But tomorrow a train will carry the hot tot to Antwerp in Belgium.
To cool down and do biz.





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