Crappy green kitschy village

In the afternoon Femke suggested to drive to Marken, so we did.

'Kruiend' ice on the IJselmeer near Marken. 


After we arrived, we got out the car and started walking towards the harbor. This discussion took place during the walk:
She : I am amazed you got out of the car and started walking into the town!?
Me : But... you wanted to go to Marken?
She : I said let's drive to Marken, I did not know you wanted to go into town.
Me : I don't wanna go into Marken. I think it's a crappy green kitschy village!
She : Me as well!
Me : I only like the drive towards it!
She : Me as well!


By that time we had already arrived at the harbor so we felt we were obliged to have some kind of snack at one of the crappy green kitschy restaurants. Of course... we picked the one with the cook on the verge of a nervous break down... really... he had to pause every 15 minutes... because he could not handle the pressure of the 20% table coverage... 3 of 5 items on the menu turned out not to be on the menu... and even then... his plates looked like crap... and my tomato slices were running away from my plate... scared of their own fungi...


I felt a bit sorry and left at least some tip... Femke did not... and stole the tip! 

They invented a whole new freeze drying application in Marken.