Biking Through the Netherlands

Ten days, two daring women, two one gear bikes, and one amazing county, The Netherlands. One of my good friends Jackie and I decided one day to book trains in and out of The Netherlands, leaving us ten days to bike around the country. When we formulated the idea, we didn't really have a clue about how we were going to do it, but the rash decision turned into one of the best weeks of my life.

We began our trip in Amsterdam with another friend, Mohit. I really loved Amsterdam mainly for the city landscape.



The canals and house-fronts are just absolutely beautiful, highlighted by random street art and plenty of Space Invaders which I had already become obsessed with collecting in Paris: (http://www.space-invaders.com/).



I think our tourguide of Amsterdam characterized the city best, as a place where everyone is allowed to have their own opinions and lifestyle--leaving everything to the individual's choice. Definitely a free spirited city. On a more political note, it was also interesting to learn that a more conservative Holland government is attempting to really regulate the coffee shops and red light district. If you are intrigued, I suggest you google for some interesting articles :)

On our last day in Amsterdam Jack Jack and I rented our bikes, which soon became our best friends. We both went for the cheapest option, 1 gear. We figure, the Netherlands was flat anyway so why not? We also requested helmets, which sent the man at the shop into fits of giggles--NO adults in Holland wear helmets. He said it took him a while to find ones that didn't have Mickey or Winnie the Pooh on them, he even asked to take our picture in them haha.



He asked us where we were planning to take the bikes. We answered honestly that our first destination was Haarlem, a city only about 25km from Amsterdam. He proceeded to laugh at us again and asked us to please let him know if we ended up making it. We didn't dare tell him we were actually planning to take these bikes cross-country.

After renting, Jackie and I set off without a map and without repair equipment to Haarlem. One of our hosts kept calling us brave, but looking back I can't help to feel that it might have been more appropriate to call us foolish :). I say "host" because Jackie and I couchsurfed the entire time we were in the Netherlands. Briefly, if you haven't heard of it, CS is a website, quite a lot like facebook, where you can create a profile and either host travelers at your home or stay at another CS house. I was definitely skeptical at first, but there are definitely was to ensure that your experience is not only safe, but really awesome. If you have any questions about it, or are considering doing it yourself, pleaseee send me an email, I love talking about it!

Anywho, Stop One: Haarlem
I do believe that the Netherlands is the only country Jackie and I could have gotten away with cross-country biking with so little planning or preperation. Firstly, the Netherlands is small and flat. Makes biking from destination to destination much less intimidating. Second, the Dutch speak really great Enlgish (which I like to attribute to the fact that they subtitle like Germany does and don't "dub" over American TV and films like France and other countries). Third, The Netherlands is covered in bike paths that literally connect every city. A guy we connected with on CS gave us a website for the Dutch bike routes. By simply typing in your location and your destination, it will produce a list of bike routes for you to follow that are marked on the bike paths. The night before our next leg, Jackie and I would simply write down the numbers of the paths to be taken and it would, eventually lead us there.

However, not always without difficulty. Usually the problem was construction that the website didn't know about. Our first day on the way to Haarlem, our path dead ended at about a mile long and super high dirt man-made mountain. This led Jackie and I to make our best guess at how to get around it. However, we succeed and made it to Haarlem, and saw amazing countryside, the case with every ride, along the way.



Definitely a very cute city! Much like Amsterdam, but with fewer male American and Australian accents, a ton smaller, and definitely more tame. We stayed with a lovely German student who had chosen to study in Holland (there is a ton of country switching in Europe for studying as it turns out, especially for Sweden which pays its students 900euros a month, or so I'm told, to go to school, but again that is an entirely different conversation ha). The night we were there she took us to an international student party, where we got to mingle for a few hours and get some free food!

Stop Two: Den Haag
The next morning, Jackie and I were headed to another big city Den Haag or, in English, The Hague. After grabbing grub for our backpacks and some Dutch mini pancakes called poffertjes, we headed out on what would be one of our longer legs, about 60-70km. Now, this isn't such a great distance, but when you are on a one gear child's bike like I was, it seems quite far haha. The route we took was absolutely gorgeous, almost entirely through a national park. However, the national park also consisted of sand dunes which made the "flat" country actually rather hilly (relatively anyway). The bike ride was made a bit tougher also because our buts were in terrible discomfort. Apparently the cheap bikes also come with no seat padding :)



Alright complaining over haha. We did end up making it to Den Haag and again, what a beautiful city! We also had an incredible host, Albert, who is kind of the king of couchsurfing in his area. He normally has anywhere from 1-12 CSers living in his attack. The night we got in, he was already preparing dinner for us (much to our exhausted delight). It is hosts like Albert that make you want to be a host yourself, it was such a relief to have a comfortable and welcoming place to stay after 6 or more hours on a bike.

Den Haag is a fun town. Its historic area reminded me much of Philiadelphia's. It is also The Netherland's capital and has a gorgeous parliament building, set directly on the water--I'd say it rivals the one in London :). In addition, Den Haag is an international diplomacy hub, Jackie and I went to the International Court of Justice, which is in a beautiful old palace. It is also a beach town, about a twenty minute bike ride from our host's house to the shore where Jackie and I did some seashell collecting.



In addition, it has a fabulous Turkish market where Jackie and I had lunch on our first day. Basically, it is a really fun city with a bit of everything. Definitely thought to myself many times that I could live there.

One of my favorite parts of our time in Den Haag was dinner on our last night with Albert and the three other couchsurfers that were there at the time, a women from San Diego and two French students. We all cooked part of the meal, shared some wine, and just had a lovely evening. After two good nights of sleep, Jackie and I felt ready for our next ride out to the small town of Gouda. Before leaving in the morning, we first stopped by Den Haags botanical and Japanese gardens which were absolutely beautiful.



Unfortunately, at some point during the botanical gardens a tricky bug found its way into my camera lens. So please, for the rest of my pictures, ignore my little winged friend in my pictures :)

Stop Three: Gouda
Gouda, pronounced "Howda" is indeed where Gouda cheese was created. Which all I can say to that is thank you. Gouda is one of my favorite cheeses, especiallyyyy when it is aged with a bit of cumin mixed in...delicious. I think Gouda cheese and bread was the staple of Jackie and my bike diet, and happily so haha.

Because Jackie and I both suffer from bad knees (which again makes our bike trip such a wise decision :)), we decided to take up some advice a couchsurfer gave us at a CS meetup we tagged along with our host to in Den Haag. He told us on the weekends bikers are allowed, for free, to take the tram; this would get us at least 15-20km closer to Gouda. Unfortunately, as we found out from the public transport control officer, he was wrong. Fortunately, the officer believed that we were just silly tourists and let us off the hook!

What was suppose to be a short ride from the end of the tram to Gouda turned into much longer by me getting us a bit lost (sorry again Jackie haha). It was still an absolutely spectacular ride.



Once we arrived, we were both excited to discover that it was also market day in Gouda. After meeting and dropping our bags off at our next hosts, an awesome couple, we walked around the main square. We saw men marching around playing bagpipes, a high school band, little kids having a musical performance, and, of course, CHEESE.



We had a delicious lunch of fresh tomatoes, bread, and Gouda cheese bought from the market. For dessert, Jackie and I were set on trying fresh stroopwaffles. Jackie and I had discovered packaged stroopwaffles in Amsterdam, which are truly now one of my favorite sweets. Basically they are waffle crisps that are glued together by a delicious carmelesque syrup called stroop. We also had to have the ones made fresh at stands to make Mohit, who also fell in love with them in Amsterdam, jealous :)



Gouda, despite being a small town, is rather lovely. It has a beautiful old harbor, and all the charm of canals and pretty house-fronts as Amsterdam and Haarlem. Jackie and I also had fun going into one of the many windmills in the town. The one we entered is literally on top of a family's home. They simply let people go up and take a look. MUCH bigger inside then I was expecting, we must have gone up seven or eight flights of stairs to reach the top. So interesting and quite beautiful! I bought one of their postcards to send to my nieces :)



That evening, we made another delicious dinner with one of our hosts. He also offered to take us out to some of the towns popular youth night spots, but Jackie and I, being quite tired, opted for his second suggestion, to watch Gnomeo and Juliet--definitely the better choice :)

Stop Four: Utrecht (oh my this blog is getting long!)
With Gouda cheese and bread it our packs, Jackie and I headed to Utrecht. At this point, I was pretty proud of us. I was sure that we weren't going to make it this far. We had talked a few days prior about returning the bikes to Amsterdam before Utrecht because our knees and our butts weren't so happy. However, I think that after Gouda our bodies had adjusted to what we were asking from it. We made it to Utrecht in quite good time, much faster than we were expecting. We also had the most gorgeous setting at our stop for lunch.



Just like we had been lucky with the Gouda market, we happened to show up to Utrecht during a music festival which our hosts were volunteering for. We tagged along for a bit and got to sit in on a instrumental performance in an old church. It felt incredibly therapeutic to sit there and soak in the music after a long day of biking. We also went to dinner with a random couchsurfer our host introduced us to which was really nice. We found a delicious and, most importantly, super cheap rice bowl place. I hadn't had much Chinese food in Paris, so I was definitely in a happy place :) Jackie and I also went for a beer at one of their famous bars that keeps something ridiculous like 50 beers on tap. I, having not gone to Italy or Ireland yet, had not cultivated a taste for beer (well more hadn't been forced to try much of it). Therefore, I ordered a super sweet apple beer, while Jackie ordered a super dark legit beer haha (I felt a bit ridiculous).

Utrecht also has an interesting red light district, it is entirely on house boats and causes quite the traffic jam at night.



Interestingly, even small cities in The Netherlands have a 'red light' area which surprised me, I always thought it was just Amsterdam. For most cities, especially the smaller ones, it is a much less flashy affair. Many cities just have houses where, like any business, the customer can go.

I think Jackie's favorite part of our second day in Utrecht was a random art exhibition that was part of the festival that we came across. It was called "Anyway the Wind Blows" and was basically a tarp attached to a mechanical arm that blew in the wind. It was actually quite lovely. They had mats for people so you could lay directly underneath the swaying tarp. I'm pretty sure we stayed for over an hour haha.



Utrecht is another city where I felt myself saying, I could live here. It's a college town, so there are cafe's, street art, galleries, and fun bars everywhere. It also has the same stunning landscape of canals and arch bridges as the other cities.



Too tired to do much on our second night, we lucked out that our host was quite the Disney movie fan. When Jackie and I got back in the early evening, she was home from work. We ended up cooking dinner together and watching two Disney movies (Tangled and Princess and the Frog), while eating ice cream with stroopwaffle bits. Perfect night.

At this point in our trip, we had one destination left, Rotterdam, where I also had my train ticket back to Paris booked from. Unfortunately, the preliminary research that we had done before leaving for Amsterdam was wrong. We were under the false impression that we would be able to rent bikes in Amsterdam and return them in Rotterdam. This meant that we had to bike back, or train up, to Amsterdam in time to make my Rotterdam train on the last day. We decided it was best to return our bikes before getting to Rotterdam. Our hosts told us that the bike trip from Utrecht to Amsterdam was "easy" and that we would be fine even if we were tired.

We aren't quite sure if "easy" was the right word to describe it. It was a bit long, 60km, but our hosts were indeed right that it was completely flat. What we weren't planning on, was the INTENSE head wind that we would face. I swear that not even the pigeons could fly in it, I saw many try and fail.

That day definitely tested our determination and friendship. Happy to say that Jackie and I never fought once on the trip, I think she is one of the only people I could have done this type of traveling with. Living out of a small backpack, moving from host to host, eating on the fly and on the cheap. It was AWESOME, but could have been quite a disaster if we didn't get along :)

At one point, Jackie and I took a wrong turn down a port canal. The wind was unbearable and it became clear it probably wasn't the right path either. Funny time to take a picture, but I did.



We finally came across a biker to ask for help. We ended up having to turn around an take a bridge over the canal. However, getting to that bridge also required us to scale up a hill with our bikes...oi!

But of course, we made it! We felt so proud of ourselves to return the bikes to the shop where the man, the first day, had laughed at us for wanting to go to Haarlem. After, we both were craving corn on the cobb, which we had had from a street market the week before when we began in Amsterdam. Jackie sat down at a bar for a beer and I brought over the corn. After, we went to the grocery store to buy a bar of dark chocolate and a package of stroopwaffles for the train ride to Rotterdam, what a feast.

Stop Five: Rotterdam
Jackie and I had the most adorable couple host in Rotterdam. They were both about our age and lived in the cutest apartment near the train station, complete with a little garden in the back. We were treated immediately with a dinner of homemade tomato soup and fresh bread that Tessa had made, so good! They also took us on a night walk around the city and treated us to their favorite ice cream place, such nice people!

The next day, Jackie and I explored the city. Rotterdam is very different from the cities and countryside we had seen so far. It is much more modern, skyscrapers everywhere. This is largely because of it being heavily hit in the WWII and the need for reconstruction. However, it does still have much of the older buildings still in tact, so it becomes a beautiful mix.



It is an urban city, but very hipster. Tonnnss of museums, art galleries, book shops, fun themed restaurants, etc. Simply, I really liked Rotterdam. We were lucky to be there on a free day for one of their bigger museums which had some modern exhibitions on display. The reason I wanted to go in particular was to see, and I kid you not, a peanut butter floor exhibit. Really, it was just a floor of peanut butter. Smelled quite good in there!



Rotterdam is also home to some very unique architecture. My favorite was the cube apartments, which are literally in the shape of a cube standing on a point. There are three floors that cut across.



It is a bit difficult to explain, even I didn't really get it until Jackie and I pretended to be staying in one of the hostels that is in one of the cubes.



Jackie and I did a lot of walking that day. Checked out the main park, when to the "China" houseboat, which had an awesome Asian market. Basically spent our day enjoying not being on a bike! One of my favorite views was of this bridge that connects an island business center of Rotterdam.



That night, our hosts had a concert to go to, so Jackie and I had the house to ourselves. We made dinner, watched a movie, and basically crashed. The next morning was our last day in the Netherlands, our train was out of Rotterdam around 4pm. We spent most of the morning with our host Tessa eating a leisurely breakfast of bread and delicious spreads. Some of my favorite dutch spreads were chocolate sprinkles (which they usually put on toast with butter), and this quite odd looking dark apple and stroop syrup concoction. Quite yummy! To kill time before our train, Jackie and I hung out in a book store for a bit and then went to the supermarket so Jackie could pick up stroopwaffles to take home :).

Stop Six: Back in Paris
I was quite sad that our trip was over, it was quite an amazing experience to navigate on bike through a country. We got to pass through gorgeous country side, charming towns, and met some amazing people along the way. Definitely a trip I would suggest to anyone, but perhaps opt to pay a little more for at least a four gear bike!

Once pack in Paris, I had about five days until my lease was up and I had to be packed and out of my apartment. I also had tons to look forward to: Jackie had decided to spend some days recovering at my place in Paris as most of my housemates had already moved out, and my partner Berton and his family were due in Paris the next day. Tales of Berton and my travels to Marseille, AIX Provence, Malta, and Sicily to come!