Amsterbloggen (Displacement: Theory and Practice): Muiden, I think.

Again, impulse to ride out thataway. I never really know where I am headed thus I cant tell you exactly where I have been. I did see signs to a castle and then saw a castle so I reckoned it was Muiderslot, which I intend to visit. Oh hey! I picked up my residence permit today. Do I care that I am legal now? No. What I do care about is that now I can buy a museum pass and AS A RESIDENT have a full year to use it. Tourists (said with that tone) only get one month.

The date on the photos tells me I have been meaning to post these for...28 days now. Time flies when you are suddenly in school again.

It was a nice day, I recall. My joyrides with Loretta have increased trazillion-fold now that I have to endure the perils of street biking on a penny farthing with 100 other cyclists and the constant death threat of motorbikers who nay give an inch as they whirrr past. Fuckers.

I've nailed down the route to my usual places and enough general infrastructure that I can find my way around to new places. Pretty much anything in the center is "turn right on the Rijksmuseum street", which is my heuristic. Anything on the west side is "ride past the Rijksmuseum on the rijksmuseum street". Still, on occasion I have to use the dreaded hand-held navigator which adds to the stress (still haven't really mastered sudden braking using my feet)(so I end up using my feet).

Thus, a joyride is going nowhere and getting there when I get there.

It's funny, for being in an urban centralized area how quickly one can be out among the sheep and other signs of pastoral life, within fifteen minutes, on a bike.