Our first day of riding in the Netherlands was a piece of Stroopfwafel. The 50k, flat, well laid out, well marked, beautiful and cute bike networks of this great bike nation led me and my Global Agent cohorts through cobble streets, draw bridges and windmills to the mini-Amsterdam, Utrecht. Sam, our couch surfing host, was busy that evening. His girlfriend, was not. She took us into town and here, we sit, at a floating bar on an Utrechtian canal, sipping sweet aromatic beers, making miniature paper cranes to be flicked into the night shiny waters below up to be toyed with by some speckled fowl that paddles by.
Bird, Beer, Bar in Utrecht, Netherlands
P.S. for more information on Stroopwafels please check out rikomatic’s enjoyable description of “How to Eat A Stroopwafel”:
