Amsterdam is a big bike city. And by big bike city, I mean you see people texting while cycling, helmetless, with their groceries under their arm. Their attitude is, to use Dad’s word, insouciant. They cycle along with utter faith that everything that is not on two wheels will get out of their way.
Or, as Chris, the Belgian cruise director, put it:
“In Amsterdam, there is road for cars, and then there is bike path. The bike path is red. This is not paint. It is blood of tourists. If you hear the ding-a-ling-a-ling-a behind you, it is too late.”
