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Today is my last day in this marvellous city, I will take a train to visit my cousin Leida and her husband Frans, who live in Schimmert. Yesterday was a day of finding my way around alone, and I started to remember where I needed to go. I still needed to organise money on my travel card, so walked to Centraal Station, about 25 mins at my pace, which I'm pleased to say I managed. After organising the card, getting on a tram, I watched other people get on ...
... maple syrup. They were amazing.
I also mentioned yesterday that there are bikes everywhere in the city, and today was no different. We rented our own bikes and made our way through the city on wheels, which was the perfect way to see everything. We passed by all the hot spots in the city (which was sometimes frustrating because idiot tourists on foot are practically begging to get run over by idiot tourists on bikes) with ...
... need to go back to Amsterdam to get some.) Just to give you an idea, this pie shop/bar (what a combo!) opens at 7am and closes at 3am. That's a lot of pie.
While at Winkle 43 (by this time it was probably around midnight) I met two really nice men who were sitting next to me and also seemed to have heard about the pie. We talked about the apple pie (and how it was almost like a bread pudding the way it was made. Seriously, how did they make that pie. I will ...
... and even if we could see them, they did not amount to much as far as I could tell. But, at least we can say we saw Amsterdam from a canal boat.
We made it back to the ship in time for high tea. This is a wonderful event on shipboard, as I think I have said before.
We had dinner at another speciality restaurant, Chez Jaques. Fancy schmancy French cuisine served in a delightful ...
... everywhere you look. The streets are flowing not only with vehicle traffic. Tram lines run down the middle of the street. There seem to be a steady stream of trams but even so, when given the opportunity cars zip over onto the tracks, thankfully set flush with the pavement surface, and whip along whenever they can. Through it all weaves an infinite stream of an unimaginable number of bicycles and a good representation of mopeds Some moped drivers wear helmets ...