From the ferry to Amsterdam
I left Andre at the ferry terminal, he gave me a hug and his address, I was grateful for both. I mentioned if I turned up at his house in France he may not be in. He replied with smiling eyes that his front door is never locked and I can just go in, occupied or not. He pedalled off towards Norway, not a care in the world.
As yet I have no map, so I got on the cycle path and headed Eastish. I ended up in Haarlem, bought bananas and dates and then it was on to Amsterdam, really well signposted and the cycle path was virtually empty.
Once I hit the City centre it was a completely different story. It was a perpetual motion of cyclists, hundreds upon hundreds. It was a challenge to learn the 'rules'. Once I joined this dance you just got swept along in the flow of it all. There was no stopping and no slowing down. It reminded me of a revolving dance floor in Newcastle - I couldn't get off that either.
Anyway, I made it to my campsite. Booked 2 nights to give me a chance to have a look round and take stock of my situation.
I walked into the outskirts of Amsterdam, it seems nice but as with all the cities I go to, it's OK for a look round but I couldn't live there. I'll walk in again tomorrow.
Rode 28 miles, walked 7 miles. All good.
Keith
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