’s-Hertogenbosch

So here we are in Holland, spending a couple of days here before going on to the UK. For Liz and the girls it’s their first time. For me, I have memories of my last ever family camping holiday between school and univ and then a football weekend towards the end of the 90s. We’re staying with ex-Bangkok neighbours Egon, Sandra, Toshka, Mick & Jimmy in a village near ’s-Hertogenbosch (thankfully usually abbreviated to Den Bosch), an hour by train from Schipol. Holland is so neat and tidy: houses beautifully renovated, roads perfectly maintained. Windmills (check), canals (check). We eat herring and fabulous Dutch cheese. Lovely to see them. 
It’s Egon’s 49th birthday, and by chance KLM's in-flight magazine offered us some Dutch birthday party etiquette. Think we checked all three.