Watching the Final.

We were invited by Marja and Michel (from the Ithaka (Atlantic crossing)) who are in Holland at the moment, to watch the final with them. Their neighbour had decided to organize 'something' on a well known bridge in Amsterdam right in front of the house where they're staying.
The bridge is called De Magere Brug or 'The Skinny Bridge'. It is a very old, wooden, double-swipe (balanced) bridge and got its name from 'the Amsterdammers', because it was so narrow.

Magere Brug in Amsterdam

As we got there, we found Marja and Michel in a bit of a pickle. The door had just slammed shut behind them and their spare key didn't work because the other one was still in the lock, on the inside. Fortunately, because of the hot weather, the windows were open and they were able to borrow a ladder of another neighbour. Michel (still up for a challenge) shot up the ladder, through the window and, within a minute, we were all inside the house.

From upstairs we had a good view of the bridge.
Fake 'grass carpet rolls' were unrolled on the tarmac and next to the bridge was a barge, stacked with lots of bright orange, inflatable, Chesterfield couches (click here). A large screen was put up in the middle of the bridge, A beer tap was installed and there was even a professional news camera man there who had asked if he could film from 'our' window for a bit.
The Chesterfields were then placed in rows, and there it was... an instant outdoor-cinema.
The inflatables were incredibly comfortable and fun.
As the sun set, we watched the Final with just under a hundred people, at a top location, under top conditions. Camera men on the bridge and camera men in the helicopters flying over us. Our 10 seconds of fame.

THE ATMOSPHERE WAS ELECTRIC!

ALAS! HOLLAND LOST!    NO MORE VUVUZELA'S.