Tall Tales from Holland...
This weekend I went to Amsterdam for about the 100th time. It has to be without a doubt my favourite city in Europe (and not for the reasons that you're obviously thinking) A really good friend of mine--"V" happens to live there and has done a pretty good job of integrating herself into Dutch culture. So a bank holiday weekend is always the perfect excuse to head across the channel and soak up some rays as we cruise down the canals in her little boat and take in the beautiful scenery--which leads me to my next point.
I'm always mesmerized by the Dutchies. They are honestly the tallest people I have ever seen. Being tall myself (6 foot) and a woman this is obviously a HUGE draw for me. It's the only place where I have ever felt short. Take Saturday night for instance--after a Mexican meal with my Honduran friends we headed off for a night of mischief. Where else could we have possibly ended up but the karaoke bar "Casablanca" where you could spend the entire night lip syncing to the Dutch equivalent of Cliff Richard songs. Oh boy! We walked in and for a while I had a brief glimpse of what it must feel like to be short--all the view of the bar was completely blocked by a pack of 6 foot 8 Dutchmen. And they weren't the only ones, everywhere we went we were being followed by these beautiful tall creatures.
So I ask myself "What is it that makes the Dutch so tall?" We've all heard the stories about growth hormones in the milk, but somehow I have a hard time believing it. However, if this is true for the love of god why can't they put some in British men's milk??? Talk about slim pickings in this country if you fancy tall men.