Byline: Graeme Wilson
BIKES and bongs...these are my lasting impressions of Amsterdam.
Oh, and windmills. And canals. And art.
It's taken me 60 years to navigate my way to the city of tulips, but it was well worth the wait.
As a regular recreational cyclist, this city is made for me.
Everywhere you go you're surrounded by bikes of all shapes and sizes, and their proliferation seems to mean power to the pedallers.
So none of the road rage associated with venturing out on Australian roads, where so often it's an angry car v bike showdown.
Live and let live seems to be the Dutch motto, and that suits me just fine.
A leisurely pedal out to the historic windmill village of Zaanse Schans (see Wanderlust cover) was a highlight of my three-night Amsterdam adventure.
No helmet required, so it was a ride on the wild side with the wind in what little remains of my hair.
My normally dormant arty side also came alive in Amsterdam, with a visit to the Van Gogh museum providing a great insight into this...