My first two weeks in Groningen have flown by at an alarming rate. It is surprising how
quickly one can simply become part of a new place, and live there as
if one always has. At least, it would be surprising. If it were true.
The first difference is
that this is not an English country. 'Duh!' may be the
immediate reaction that springs to mind. It isn't so obvious though,
as you are constantly informed that everyone here speaks English and
that you will not have a problem communicating as a foreigner. That
much is at least true. On the other hand, everything is in Dutch.
Menus, advertisements, conversations. A simple question at the end of
a supermarket transaction “wilt jy de bon erbij?” leaves
one completely stumped (it means “would you like the receipt?”).
Luckily, locals quickly pick up that you are not Dutch and
immediately translate into English. That said, it does not mean that
it is appreciated that you don't speak Dutch and it is apparent that
speaking Dutch is essential to assimilating into this environment. If
you have heard that speaking Afrikaans gives you a unique advantage
because “it's basically the same language”, think again.
If you speak Afrikaans, the Dutch will either not understand you
(perhaps that's my strong English accent) or they will think you are
“cute, like a child learning to speak”. Neither are flattering,
and it's important to start learning Dutch as quickly as possible.
Sitting in your apartment conjugating verbs out loud until they make
sense is simply the only way to get comfortable.
Secondly, cycling. It's
not exercise, it's a way of life. It's astonishing just how many
cyclists there are, and how it all JUST WORKS. Like clockwork.
Cyclists are considerate, motorists are considerate. Pedestrians
gauge their pace and fall into the system. There are bicycle lanes
most places, but where there aren't, traffic still flows beautifully
and the same measure of respect from all road-users means that it
still works. Besides the occasional “godverdomme!”
expletive because you have made a poor road decision, people are
generally very accommodating. No-one is wearing a helmet (so
don't be that douchebag), and people cycle in their daily attire.
This means that unless you are training for a 100km race, you get on
your bicycle in your tweed jacket and slacks or your stilleto shoes
and mini dress, and you ride. You carry your shopping bags on one
handle, perhaps a baby on the front of the bike. If you have come
from the station, you may be dragging your wheelie bag luggage behind
you. Of course, it is a flat as a “pannenkoek” here which
makes the whole wheeled transportation that much easier, but at the
end of the day, everyone does it. University professors, Mcdonalds
employees and nurses at the hospital. Once you get the hang of
cycling on the right hand side of the road, there simply is no excuse
for not commuting by bicycle.
The third major
adjustment is the weather, which is most aptly described as “grey”.
Once you accept that it is what it is, you realise that life carries
on as normal. Houses, shops and supermarkets all cater for the cold
miserable weather, and as soon as you come inside, the central
heating kicks in and ensures that your frozen cycling hands quickly
warm up. On the other hand, I have arrived just as winter is ending
and spring is arriving, which means that I have actually enjoyed a
few sunny days and some early blossoms. I have been told, however,
that this may not last and that winter may still come back with a
vengeance. I'll take my chances on that one...