With the rolling of thunder, the streetlights go out. Pitch black is the night when the St.Nicolas parade starts to move. Prior to that, some local chaps have cracked their whips to the great delight of the public. And already, the first ones of the up to 180 "Iffelen" (village people wearing giant lighted miters) noiselessly scurry by. Slowly, the triad blown by the musicians picks up volume. Now, dignified St.Nicolas evolves between the Iffelen and the musicians, accompanied by his assistants and some torchbearers. After the musicians follows the group of St.Nicolas hunters, all in all about 900 lads. They ring their bells in rhythmic unison, producing a sound to make you shiver down your spine. The parade ends with about 200 people blowing their horns.