The alarm went off at 5:15 a.m. and I wondered why I was doing this to myself. It’s just flowers, I could sleep a little while longer – right? Yet my desire to see flowers ended up winning out over my desire to sleep; after all, this was the only time I’d be able to see the largest flower auction in the world – so what’s a little lost sleep?
Graham, my couchsurfing host, kindly decided to come with me to the Aalsmeer Flower Auction just outside of Amsterdam, near the airport. Unfortunately he’s not a caffeine addict like me, so we had a cup of decaf before leaving his apartment at six. Fortunately he was with me so we were able to navigate a number of local transportation snafus/closures/construction – else I might have just given up and went and sat at a café for some real coffee, skipping the logistical journey of flowers through this famous flower market!
An alternate bus route dropped us off by the large Aalsmeer auction building. Large doesn’t really describe it; I could use ginormous – but I don’t think it’s a word. It is the third largest building in the world, in terms of floor-space, covering 10.6 million sq ft.
We followed a group of workers (presumably) off the bus and towards the building, but soon one of them kindly asked us where we were going. We clearly looked like tourists considering I had two cameras and three lenses and Graham was also decked out in digital equipment! They told us due to the construction the bus had to drop us off behind the building and a shuttle would come pick us up and take us to the front. Ok, no problem, we’ll wait. That’s exactly what we intended to do until this very energetic man who worked at the auction basically led us by the hands into the back entrance of the building. He was talking to Graham and I was in a state of shock…we had just walked onto the distribution floor with carts zipping by us, trolley trains moving on tracks automatically, and here we were…two tourists.
Based on my prior corporate career in visiting distribution centers, I was pretty sure we were somewhere we shouldn’t be; heavy moving machinery and sandals don’t really go together. However this nice man chatted away to Graham as he lead us between moving trains and among all of the beeping chaos delivered us to a set of stairs that would take us up on the tourist catwalk.
Graham kept giving me a look that said I should be taking pictures, but I was still in a state of shock and the thought of pulling a camera out and getting this completely unique perspective of the auction/distribution center didn’t even occur to me. I was a deer in the distribution headlights. This could be why I don’t consider myself a professional photographer; I get a little too caught up in the moment.
The man pointed us down the catwalk to the regular tourist entrance, then ran back down the stairs and went to work. We stood on the catwalk looking down from where we had come and said “What just happened?!” This was our introduction into the Wall Street of Flowers, where every day 20 million flowers and plants follow a carefully choreographed dance through the auction halls.
As I finally started to take in my surroundings and pulled out my camera, I realized everything was moving…even the catwalk vibrated. The place was in a constant state of motion everywhere you looked. The second thing I noticed was the smell – oh, the smell! Bundles of roses, daisies, irises, lilies, and hydrangeas in containers were being wheeled around by trolley train; the sweet smells wafting up to our viewing area on the catwalk…pure nose bliss.
But the real business was the buying, which has increasingly gone more high-tech each year. They had viewing windows on the catwalk where eager camera-clad tourists could take pictures of buyers doing their work. Imagine if a group of tourists came and took pictures of you at your cube each day reading email; that would take some self-control. Maybe that’s why the buyers were in a room with glass separating us from them.
Their work spaces looked like high-tech gaming stations in a university lecture room. Trolley trains of flowers slowly moved in and out of the room and men (yes, mostly men) were wearing headsets while working at two or three laptops. They seemed to have about eight eyes as they watched flowers, ‘the clock’, their laptops and cell phones simultaneously. I of course had an eye on their cups of coffee…wishing for a jolt of caffeine.
The clock was definitely the most important part of their jobs. This was not a clock to tell time; it’s the auction clock. A giant digital clock that would count time down from 100 was the focal point of the room; as the time would fall, the price of the flowers would also fall. The first person to bid gets the item at that price.
The whole thing reminded me of the old game show Press Your Luck. I imagined the buyers whispering in their headsets…”no whammies, no whammies, STOP!” resulting in a purchase of roses for a Stop and Shop chain in Boston. This process seemed more like a gamble than an auction because if you wait too long hoping for a lower price, you might get shut out completely by other buyers willing to pay a higher price.
Time is of the highest importance at Aalsmeer. Clearly the whole place was operating on a tight schedule; after all, the flowers spend no more than 14 hours at the facility…a short stop on their journey around the world. The ability to move 20 million flowers through a facility in 14 hours takes precision. The whole market operated like a finely-tuned machine which to a visitor’s eye looked like complete chaos. To get an idea of how the whole cycle works, I found this explanation on the Aalsmeer Auction website:
Follow the path of a flower
8PM Transport – Growers select their flowers for auction and send them on their way to Aalsmeer.
10PM – flowers are checked in electronically
10:30PM – all of the flowers are put into different refrigeration areas to prepare for auction and flowers are grouped by variety
4AM Inspection – Quality inspectors move throughout the trolleys of flowers checking quality and making notes that will be included with the auction data
6-8AM the clock – the various auctions begin and bidders buy as the ‘clock’ ticks down in pricing.
7-10AM Distribution – Flowers move to the distribution area and resembles a chaotic mess
11AM Transport – flowers are transported out to customers who bought them
4PM – the flowers have made it to the consumer…whew…all in less than 24 hours.
I stopped by the cafeteria on the way out in hopes of a good strong cup of cafeteria coffee only to find out their coffee maker was broken. Graham smiled at me smugly and tried to continue to sell me on the benefits of a caffeine-free life. I wasn’t buying it.
On our way back to the city center I dozed off in the bus dreaming of roses flying off to Chicago, San Francisco, Barcelona, and Capetown. Graham woke me up at our stop and kindly took me for a proper cup of coffee – after all, it was only 9:30 a.m. and we had done a lot of traveling in these wee morning hours…sort of the like the flowers at Aalsmeer.
Aalsmeer Flower Auction Photography
Some of the staggering numbers:
270,000 auction trolleys
200,000,000 packaging units (buckets/trays/boxes)
120,000 transactions per day
20,000 different types of flowers and plants
20 million flowers auctioned each day
12 billion units of flowers and plants traded per year
4 billion Euros in sales a year
More information on how to get there and opening times: