There are a couple of themes during the entire festival. We decided to go to the Turkey week simple because Nite and me have been to Keukenhof. There were about 4 segments of tulip patches and they have nicely leave a gap for visitors to walk past and admire them. There were a good variety of Tulips here and even some local art display which as far as I can tell bear no common motif to the tulips. There was also several fake windmills (how can a tulip farm no have windmill right?) which naturally becomes the popular photo spots.
However some overly zealous tourists squash the flowers with their big butts and bigger handbags while squatting between lanes. Some parents let their kids roam free. Cute when they are running down the designated dirtway. Little Godzillas on rampage when they ran through the flower beds. Sometimes I worry about the future of this world.
They should do it like the Keukenhof garden where tourists were only allowed to admire them from safety distance or maybe wired the flowers so as to deliver mild electric shock to those who didn't clench their butt check and hold their equally fat handbags in front of them on their lap when squatting down to eye level with the tulips for photos.
As you can tell, I was quite pissed with their inconsideration especially after going loosing my own Tulips to the aphids. Don't they know how hard it is to grow tulips? Poor Nite had to hear me grumble as I kept a steady commentary on inconsiderate visitors.
Anyway my mood lightens once we are away from the tulip-squashing-tourists and on to the foodie area where there are a variety of turkey gourmet and belly dancer performance. If you've not deduce it, obviously performance rate higher than food here.
There was also a clogs shop which sells...well clogs. I think they make good tools for smacking-small-man (read in Cantonese)
Will I go there again next year? Probably and hopefully I don't encounter those big butts that put a ink blot on otherwise a wonderful outing.
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