We started out our day in Breukelen. Apparently it’s the original Brooklyn and the one in NY was named after this one. The Dutch traded Brooklyn to the British for Cape Town. We crossed the original Brooklyn Bridge, a tiny little bridge that opens for boats to pass through. A man uses a fishing pole with a small wooden shoe attached to swing out to the boats so they can pay their toll.
The bicycle traffic was pretty heavy today. Lots of bike tours as one gets closer to Amsterdam. There are round-abouts for bikes, special traffic lights for bicycles and the bikes get more time than people to cross. Did I tell you about our bikes? They’re high efficiency bikes, and the gear system is excellent. Apart from the ‘seats’, the bikes are amazing. When I choose my new bike in September I’ll have a better idea of what I want. Also, I forgot to mention all the hand signals that our guide uses, plus the messages that need to be passed on ‘down the line’; for instance: “pole!” This is the little dividing pole at intersections to keep cars out. We thought it was a little redundant until Els told us about the accident last year, when a woman was so busy looking around she didn’t see it and broke three bones in her leg! OK, so we’ll pass the message on! A fist opening and closing means slow down and then a closed fist (raised arm of course), means we’re stopping. The other verbal message to pass along is ‘no priority’, which means: ‘check before you cross the street, don’t just follow blindly’. Some cars are good about stopping and waiting, and others are impatient. Small motorcycles are also allowed on the bike paths.
Today was only 52 kms, and the morning was the hardest time for me. We had a headwind of about 25-30 km. After a nice latte at noon, I felt refreshed and the afternoon went by quickly. But our butts were totally numb by the end of the day.
We cycled along waterways all day – it was lovely. We stopped for a few pictures and also for a cheese making tour. It was a real farm, with all the smells and cows. The calves are taken away from the mother after just a couple of days, and bottle fed because they need the mother’s milk. We got to sample many different kinds of cheeses and learned how to properly store and cut it. This of course is based on the type of cheese that has a ‘skin’. Apparently it should be stored with the bread, not in a fridge. We told her that wouldn’t work in our central heated homes.
One of the women organized the card and ‘tip’ for the staff here. Tonight we’re in Amsterdam and will do a little walk around. Tomorrow, right after breakfast we’ll walk to the train station (30 min) and then take the train to the airport. Lisbon here we come! I think we’re ready for heat.