Driving into Amsterdam, Hilbren reminded us about the bicycles (or "fiets," the only Dutch word I know). We, of course, had seen them all around Holland--in the cities and in the country. There are even bike paths along major highways!
In the Netherlands, children must learn to bike (and swim--obviously--because of all the water). Since babies ride in bicycle baskets, it's in their blood and skills are learned early. In fact, some bikes are carrying one to three children (two in front and one on the back, for example). Bikes with dogs in baskets, dogs running beside bikes, bikes with friends on front, friends on the back, bikes with girls carrying cello's on their backs, teens riding side by side, young kids riding alone (without their parents), etc. Bikes, bikes, bikes everywhere and FAST!
Amsterdam seems to be the worst so far--compared to the other cities we've visited on this trip--for danger from the fiets. They know where they're going and they stop for nothing or no one! Despite the danger, surprisingly, riders don't even wear helmets.
Pedestrians are the minority, having to look every which way to survive. Because we also have to worry about the trams, the vehicles and buses, and other pedestrians (looking at their phones), there's not much space left on the sidewalks and roads. Sometimes you find yourself hugging the buildings but then also having to get around the bikes parked on the sidewalks! Madness! Amsterdam is a very fast-paced city; even Brussels wasn't such a sensory overload, I don't think.
On a busy Amsterdam street, we quickly unloaded our bags from the bus and waved goodbye to Dirk. We then walked a few blocks to the Hotel Alexander.
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