Farewell, my new lovelies!
The bags are packed, the boarding passes are printed (I still don’t trust those QR dots on my phone) and we’re ready to leave Amsterdam to fly back to family and friends Australia.
There are still a couple of hours left in a late summer’s day, in one of the world’s most beautiful cities. How to spend them? Continue reading
Bikes, bells and Better Homes and Gardens.
It was Jordaan Open Gardens Day at the weekend. We strolled from one lovely oasis to the next, reminding ourselves why we can’t afford to live in this part of town. It’s too good for the likes of us.
Teylers Museum. Polished wood and creaky floors – the way a good museum used to be.
There are usually queues at Amsterdam’s wonderful Rijksmuseum, Van Gogh Museum and the Anne Frank House, and for good reason.
But The Netherlands has a plethora of other smaller, fascinating museums of things we never knew we were interested in…until now.
The construction crane across the canal has been an eyesore, but tonight it adds to the drama.
It’s been a quiet week, settling back into life in Amsterdam, broken by a spectacular evening downpour which caught us out in the open, sans coats or umbrellas.
No sooner had we scuttled inside, dripping wet, than the storm cleared, leaving a sky that had every smartphone in the town pointed heavenwards…
A friend told us he thought he saw one of my photos on the morning TV news (they’d lifted it from Facebook), though no doubt thousands of others captured the same spectacle. Continue reading
The Museumplein, with the Rijksmuseum just visible about the thousands of tourists making selfies with the I amsterdam sign.
Who wouldn’t be happy to be back in Amsterdam, working off a 24-hour flight by gently pedalling a bike around the parks on a sunny spring Sunday? Continue reading
No, I don’t mean ‘free drinks’ and I haven’t tried one myself.
‘Dinking’ was the old Aussie word for giving someone a lift on the your bike, back in the days when such things were legal.
It’s still a common way to get around in Amsterdam, though the idea of offering and/or accepting a ride from a stranger is probably (1) a cool marketing exercise for bike hire company Yellow Bikes and (2) likely to give a new meaning to the phrase ‘pick up’.
Anyone accepting a ‘Yellow Backie’ dink from an already wobbly rider like me would be taking their life in my hands. They’d need a stiff drink afterwards.
Look at the YouTube video above and see what you think of the idea.
Bring it on! Trucks and planes will not bother me. I have my own cycle path.
The joys of living in Amsterdam. It’s a fine day, I need some exercise and I have the afternoon free. One of the most beautiful small towns in the world is an hour away by bike.
I don’t need a helmet, I’m not wearing lycra and this time I’m not even taking a camera. The phone in my pocket will do the job. Continue reading