I'm in...Europe
Waking up the first time in Europe was magical. Ironically I was unable to sleep on the plane since I have to trouble on morning flights. And on those I'm not even drinking. After being awake for 25 hours straight we finally checked in. About four and a half hours we were asleep.
Europe has landed. After spending a solid twelve hours out cold we were ready to see what Amsterdam had to offer. It offers lots and lots of people on bikes. And we realized where Rita gets her black leggings style from.
It was like a choreographed movie, I swear bikes were constantly missing hitting each other perpendicularly by mere inches. And no one wore helmets. Apparently when drivers are bombarded with bikers they watch where they're going. Some people caught free rides, but not on the handle bars, they would sit on a little stand behind the back tire. Without holding on. Skills. Every now and then we would be in the middle of a bike gang, 30 to 40 teenage girls wearing the same uniform, and not a school uniform, they looked like they made them at home together. And all the bikes would be the same too. It was downright terrifying.
If you think I'm exagerating about the number of bikes, click the photos on the upper right.