Church in the Nethelnds

Church in the Netherlands. I'm sure that churches vary greatly across the country, but we managed to find one of the most conservative churches out there.
At the front, there was a parking lot for cars, and a another 5-6 racks just for bikes. There were all of these people biking in their Sunday dresses, with little kids sitting on the back, just biking to church. It was kinda bizarre.
We had driven around to see which churches hadn't started yet, so we were only a few minutes early to the service. We assumed that we could just sneak into the back. No way, hose! That place was PACKED. There was almost no space at all. I think that all of the familys had their own assigned seat. The Usher, after frantically looking around, managed to finally squeeze us between an older man and a woman with a bunch of kids. They gave us a bible and a hymn book, and were done with us.
Unlike, my church, were people can pass wearing a nice shirt and jeans, these people were in complete sunday gettup. The only colour was black or grey, besides the one brave boy who had a blue shirt under his grey jacket. All of the women (children included) had hats. All the way from Burrets to elegant flowered hats. My sister and I felt very conspicuous not wearing a hat.
Personally, the most interesting thing about the service was the singing. In the hymn book, all there were were words. There were no notes at all. When they started singing it was incredable! Every person was singing as loudly as possible, and the church was filled with a kind of unearthly beauty. They sang e-v-e-r-y s-i-n-g-l-e s-y-l-l-a-b-l-e. They held every syllable for at least a 2 seconds. It took such a long time. Luckily, my Mom could figure out where the song was on the page, so we could follow along.
Besides that, I found the service to be quite long and not completly enjoyable. (Btw, there were 64 lightbulbs on the chandalier above me).