On Mardi Gras in good old Carnival style some 800 identically dressed
men go to the streets of Binche in south Belgium to fight for their freedom
from feudalism like they used to some 400 years ago. In colourful uniforms
with padded bellies and hunchbacks individual Gilles walk chaotically
up and down the town stamping their clogs rhythmically to the sound of
their personal drummers to pick up some fellow Gilles from their homes.
After a while small groups of them form and along with their personal
drummers trot their clogs on the cobblestones from one drinking establishment
to another.

There doesn’t seem to be any age restrictions so they start from
the clog wearing age to wheelchair ones capable to stamp their feet. Although
there seems to be some distinctions in the ranks. Novice Gilles get up
early in the morning and wearing identical masks march straight on the
Town Hall. “Approved” ones are allowed to trot through all the
bars and tavernas till the early afternoon when the real battle starts.

Clans of Gilles turn to the streets with long baskets full of blood oranges
to start defending themselves. Crowds of friends and relatives follow
them with massive sacks of ammunition. It is not clear why oranges have
been originally used as offensive weapon or how XVI century paysans managed
to import some 6 tonnes of them from Sicily. Nevertheless they start marching
through the centre of the town throwing them more or less violently into
the crowd. Oranges get squashed, splatted, caught, eaten or collected
for later. Interim result is that most people look like Sissy Spacek in
Carrie horror movie. Ambulances get busy and the battle goes on for a
coupe of hours till even the senior Gilles wearing some 2 meter hats of
ostrich feathers get to conquer the Town Hall.

Slight drawback is that the locals keep spraying some sticky foam all
over people and with complete lack of public conveniences there is little
one can do to clean it off. Also serving good old Belgian beer traditionally
in relevant glasses and in large quantities leaves the cobblestones scattered
with broken glass and mainly blood from oranges running down the streets.

My score was: caught two oranges, got badly hit by one on the forehead,
was handed one while licking off my face after the first hit and apart
from two badly dislocated fingers I really enjoyed the event.

Take a look at Krys’ web site: www.krystyna.com/Gilles.html