Hello Holland
Day Seven: After eight hours of fitful sleep, I’m awakened in Dutch to the news that the bus has stopped. We were just on the outskirts of Amsterdam. Half-asleep from a poor night’s rest across two bus seats, I figured out a new railway system and made it into Centraal Station. The second I stepped out of the station I was bombarded with hordes of bikes everywhere. Right outside the station, I made the mistake of trying to cross the double bike lane of bikes zooming about and almost got run over. I was amazed and delighted. I love bikes. Biking was a common family outing as a child, and one of the constant hobbies I kept up no matter where I have lived. (Dedicated bike lanes crisscrossed the city with commuters and tourists alike on bikes) I walked into town and to the Red Light District where my St. Christopher’s hostel was. During the day, the Red Light District is pretty tame; it just looks very commercial and touristy. It seems comparable to Times Square in New York City. I checke