Motion. That's the word the can sum up Amsterdam. The traffic is constant and the bikes carrying their riders are always in a perpetual state of danger with near misses every few minutes. The roads are not inhabited by the meek.

I fell in love with the bike culture the minute I was able to hop onto my old beat up Gazelle and start learning first hand the dangers of trekking from point A to point B. The last five days have been a blur of learning and laughter with the meeting of new friends and the basic understandings of how to use a griddle.

After getting constantly lost on the way to the city hostel for the first few days I have now successfully managed to traverse the various canals to the city without trouble.

I hope all is well in the states. I miss everyone.