Getting back on the bike brings back a flood of memories both good and bad. Here's just some of the things I have learned to love and loathe. Love: that feeling of freedom, everything you need is with you. It's so liberating. Love: crazy sights, keep your eyes peeled you never know what you will see. Yesterday for example I saw a man riding a bike, smoking a pipe. Another guy was riding to golf, towing his golf clubs on a buggy behind his bicycle, the cycle pat...

This is what we came for: riding our bikes. Self-sufficient holidaying. Bliss. I couldn't sleep last night I was so excited. And I was almost overwhelmed when I packed my bags, how did I do this last year? Since when did I need so many toiletries? But it all came together and we were off, following the signs to Den Haag (The Hague). All bike paths lead somewhere in Amsterdam so you can ride for ages only to feel like you've gone no where. But it doesn't matter mu...