They were epic.
As I thought this was like going to fireworks in America, I obviously packed all my blankets (1) and everything else I had to sit on (a kitten towel) and all sorts of other amenities like water and cookies and whatnot.
Everyone was all like "why do you have your backpack?" and I was like "blankets...?" and they were so confused as to why I would bring blankets to a fireworks show. Turns out that this is because there were 12000 people (that might not even be an exaggeration this time) at the fireworks. I waited for three trams to go by before there was one with enough room for me to even get on. This apparently also happened to Idil, who ended up going past our meeting point because she could physically not get off the tram until the stop by the fireworks venue.
I have some pictures that we took together:
We weren't entirely certain about why these fireworks were happening, but from the article I read on facebook, I think it was an exposition of multiple firework artists. (Are they called pyrotechnicians?)
Anyways, it was weird because we would have fireworks for like 10ish minutes, and then there'd be a 15 minute break and then another set. It was very confusing. At one point we BROUGHT OUT THE BLANKETS and sat down in the street. It was the best decision ever to have brought my blankets and no one will ever make fun of Iowa again. That's totally not true.
Apparently I also pushed too much through the crowd and reinforced negative American stereotypes. After I was told this originally, I turned on the American drawl and "EXCUSE ME, SORRY, THANK YOU, EXCUSE ME"'d for the next solid ten minutes and by golly did we have excellent standing room for that first set.
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