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 much when it's flat as a tack (28 metres below sea level at one stage). At one stage I was riding so fast I thought my bags had come off, my speedo told me I was cranking along at 18k/hr. And that was before hitting the headwind. Okay then! Time to take in the view.