I had almost forgotten how annoying we were…
I’m on a small farmer’s lot campsite in the Bavarian forest. We booked this place because it was small, nice, and green. Apparently half the Dutch population agreed, because they’re here. If there’s one thing I hadn’t missed in my time living in Bavaria, it’s annoying Dutch camper folk.
I don’t know exactly where they all come from, but they speak my language, and they’re loud, present and alround obnoxious people. Why are Dutch camper folk such stereotypes? It’s like every conversation has to be heard by every other person around. For one and a half year, Dutch were rare in Germany. The pandemic regulated that pretty well. But now they’re back in full force.
God, they’re so annoying. I’m pretty happy with my German license plates. At least they don’t come over to be my unwanted friends.
I just want the world to know that these typical Dutch camping muppets – with their bloody caravans – are not the best representation of my country’s people. As soon as they return to their homes, I think they return to being normal people. I don’t know which evil spirit possesses them when they drag half their household to the other side of Europe, and why they temporarily turn moronic.
Just know that I’m sorry, and that I’m trying not to be too much like them…
Robin Heinen 