It was a refreshingly cool 68 degrees, a sun-splashed early August afternoon in Amsterdam, and I was doing what I love to do on vacation — absolutely nothing.
I know what you’re thinking. I didn’t need to travel thousands of miles to do nothing. I could have stretched out on my deck and watched the leaves on the trees flap in the breeze.
But my lawn chair here at home is no match for a seat along the Prisengracht, one of the many canals that form the heart of Amsterdam. Time stood still as I sat in an outdoor café and admired many of the estimated 2,500 houseboats that are as common in Amsterdam as apples are in Londonderry.
I need to be wary of the occasional teenage speeder on Route 102. In Amsterdam, it took only one close encounter of the two-wheeled kind to make me remember to look both ways before I crossed any street, large or small in the city, lest I be toppled by a biker.
There are approximately 800,000 residents of Amsterdam, but about 1 million bikes. I’ve grown accustomed to seeing bicyclists in the states riding the latest high-tech models, all dressed like competitors in the Tour de France. In Amsterdam, most of the bikes look like the one Beaver Cleaver rode to visit his buddy Gus at the fire station. I asked a local why there were so many retro bikes. She explained that bike theft is a major problem, so why waste money on the expensive kind?
In Londonderry, it’s common to see parents with young children out for a leisurely ride. Dad leads the way, followed by a couple of kids with Mom pedaling slowly close behind.
Though a laid-back city in most ways, every biker in Amsterdam appears to be in a hurry. Parents with kids too young to walk strap them onto their bikes and speed to their destinations. I saw one dad with two kids in a front basket and two others in the rear. He flew along the canal, avoiding gawking tourists, steering with one hand while he held a cell phone in the other.