Thursday, 25 August 2011
On my last day in Amsterdam, I rented a bicycle to explore the countryside outside of Amsterdam.
As you can see, the bike paths ran along the top of the dykes – a ready-made network for an amazing series of bike paths.
For about sixty seconds, as I cycled along this stretch, a swooping songbird flew alongside, diving for insects along the side of the dyke. It was an absolutely magical experience and made me marvel at what it must be like to fly with the birds. Probably an absolutely magical experience, I decided.
Dykes on the left, water on the right:
I found a nook here, on top of the dyke, and sat and wrote postcards for a while:
How’s this for a backyard?
I turned around at the small town of Spaarndam, which dates back to the 13th century, but was made famous by the fictional story of the little Dutch boy who stuck his finger in the dyke: Hans Brinker or the Silver Skates, published in 1865.
Have you ever seen a memorial to a symbolic fictional character? I have!
I ate my dinner in Spaarndam, too. So this is what Spaarndamese food looks like: