Amsterdam – Bike Town

Bedlam & Daisies

9 years ago

Amsterdam.

I’ve returned from my first journey overseas. While technically my first stop was Frankfurt, Germany for my layover and also my first passport stamp, Amsterdam was the first city in which I got a view of more than just a runway.

Weather.

The weather in the spring can be fickle, and it proved so on our journey. Amsterdam was a little wetter and cold than we had originally thought that it might be.

It worked out well for my photo of the I Amsterdam sign. I don’t know anyone in this photo, but it was the only occasion on my 2 1/2 days there that the sign wasn’t swarmed with tons of people.

That is the Rijksmuseum in the background.

Luggage.

In case you missed it, we did not take only carry-ons. However, that decision was made 45 minutes before we got in the car to drive to D.C. and included dashing to the store to buy two medium suitcases and rapidly moving our clothing from two of the carry-ons…which meant I did not actually get to take more clothes, only that my camera traveled in its padded case.

Priorities, people!

Getting around.

The view of the Earth from the sky was beautiful.

We watched the sun set and rise again, over the ocean.

After we landed at the airport and collected our luggage, we decided to take the train and then tram toward our hotel.

Amsterdam has a good public transport system.

We purchased a 3-day travel ticket.

This was good for trains, trams, ferries, metros, and buses operated by GVB.

I will note that this is 3 physical days, not 72 hours.

We were there for 2 1/2 days and did try to see if it was valid to take the tram to the train station our final day, at less than 72 hours.

It was not.

Hotel.

We stayed at the Hotel City Garden, which is located on P.C. Hoofstraat. Finding accommodations for a family of five is never easy.

Add to that fact that we were traveling during prime tulip and spring bloom season, wanted a hotel that made the city walkable, and did not want to stumble into the red light district (which we did anyway…you can read that here) and this hotel worked well for us.

We had the room listed as Souterrain family 5 person.

It has 5 single beds, although 2 are pushed together, so if it’s a group of friends going, you should make sure you don’t mind feeling like you’re in a king bed together.

Our room was located in the basement, with a window opening into an enclosed garden.

Since it didn’t appear that there was air conditioning, the window came in handy.

Vondelpark.

Right at the end of these buildings is an entrance to Vondelpark, which is a beautiful 120-acre park that we spent a lot of time strolling through.

I will tell you that this was the location where we most encountered the scent of marijuana, so if you are hoping to avoid that smell, this probably wouldn’t be a lovely stroll for you.

But then again, Amsterdam may not be for you if you think you will avoid the smell. We smelled it here… we smelled it near the I Amsterdam sign…. we smelled it down at the fun fair in Dam Square… and probably tons of other places.

Personally, I think it smells better than cigarette smoke, the scent of which seems to be more prevalent in Europe than it does in the parts of the U.S. that I frequent.

And yes, Amsterdam is known for its legality of pot and prostitution.

But I went there for its tulips, its architecture, its canals, and its friendly reputation.

Google Maps.

On the train from Schipol Airport to Zuid station, we were trying to make sure that we were going to get off at the right stop and this lovely girl informed us that this was the correct stop. When we got off the train, we were looking at the map that came with our ticket. The girl had walked toward her destination, and she turned around and came back to us and told us how to get to the tram station.

It was a welcome experience upon my first interaction with a foreign country.

We made it to the tram and were trying to figure out how far until the stop listed on the directions to our hotel. A gentleman offered to look it up on his google maps (and yes, I had this app downloaded, but was so overwhelmed that I hadn’t thought to use it yet. It would prove to be a lifesaver throughout Paris and extremely helpful in Amsterdam).

Bikes.

Another thing that Amsterdam is well known for is…

Its bikes.

And there were bikes everywhere.

They have their own lane and lights.

Parking Garages of Bikes.

I took the photo above while on the canal cruise. It had just stopped raining so there were still raindrops on the windows.

That’s an entire parking garage of bikes!

More Bikes.

The kids really wanted to rent bikes and go for a ride, but the weather was mostly drizzly and our time there brief.

What I found most surprising was how many children just rode behind a parent on the little metal piece over the back fender. I don’t tend to take pictures of strangers unless they happen to be in my shot. Because of this, I don’t have any examples of how it appeared. One child was toddler age and the mother rode along with her arm behind as a backrest holding the child in place.

Efficient Transportation.

Quite often there are baskets attached to the bikes so that they can carry the groceries or other purchases.

I have read that bikers get irritated if you are in their way. I don’t know if this is sometimes true. We had accidental moments of stepping onto the bike path because it seems like a sidewalk. They would ring their bell as they approached and you would realize your mistake and move. Never once did I see anyone angry about anything.

Uniqueness.

Most bikes are purely functional. But there were quite a few that put time into making their mode of transportation unique.

I did not even capture a fraction of the amazing bikes or multitude of bikes around the city.

Another sight that seemed so romantic were the girls who were probably in their early 20’s riding sidesaddle behind what I assume was their significant other. They were just sitting on the metal plates over the back fender. I wondered how in the world they could stay up there. However, given the fact that the girls had probably been on a bike since infancy, it was probably deeply ingrained into their being.