The Tour So Far

Well after about 500km or so, heres the wrap up. Starting in Amsterdam where it seems like everyone and their grandmother rode bikes (seriously I saw an old man with an oxygen tank in his pannier) and it's awesome, everyone on shitty mtn bikes and dutch city bikes everywhere (I only saw about 3 fixed gears and one roadie, it was nice) . It was early and I didn't want to go directly to the campsite so I got some "coffee" rode around and dug the arcitechture. We stayed at a campsite a little bit outside of the city in a place called Zeeburg and it was a cool little place with houseboats, spraypaint and a large d.i.y art house. After waiting quite some time for spyers to arrive he never did so I took a nap then he wakes up later and tells me his hecitic story of how he got there, after stripping his crank putting his pedal on he tried to find a ride to the campsite for 3 or so hours until a helpful local just 'rethreaded' the pedal so if every comes off or loose he's kinda fucked. We left the campsite at 9am and headed to the center and after a nice dutch breakfast which included salami, cheese, bread, heinken and hash we took off for Rotterdam and being ignorant to ways of the road we didn't get a map of holland in the city so when we got outside of the city in the direction we thought Rotterdam was we asked some locals, they laughed at us and said "are you serious, thats an hour and a half car ride" we reassured them we where completely serious, they laughed and pointed us "that way." It was a learning expiereice of a ride we finally got a map after we asked another person for directions and he informed us that we were "stupid" and to stop at a shell and get a map. The biking was unbeilievable, perfect. We had our own bike path pretty much all through holland and clearly marked signs pointing us exactly where we needed to go. We still got lost, alot. It took us 120km or 75 miles and about 20km of that was being lost/going in a giant circle. We finally arrived in Rotterdam and where looking at a map when soon to be friend Yoland asked us where we were heading and she gave us directions but after that asked her if a store was open and she showed us that as well and after getting some beer, cheese, meat, bread (turning out to be our staple food) she invited us to drink some beers at her house around the corner and not getting a shady vibe we kindly accepted and it was really cool to get to hear what real dutch person has to say about life and she had alot to say. She feared the disintigration of her nation and I could relate. It was getting dark so we left and found the campsite after getting lost, again, that seems to be a common theme with us. We stocked up on some "coffee" and hit the road. Every single town in Holland was spelled like someone just mashed their hand on a keboard i.e. jaikgjöioak, see, doesn't that look dutch? But we kept on truckin for the next 5 days. Holland is a very.......unique place. Super flat which I think over time could cause some sort of dimensia. They like miniature things like ponies and windmills. STROOPWAFFELS RULE! The camping is super wack, they bring the indoors to the outdoors. Its really weird, fake flowers outside and old people in R.V's that make you feel like your camping in their front yard. Oh and mother fuckin dutch kinds playing badmitton at 8 in the morning. I just found it's thursday, I thought it was tuesday. We got into germany 2 days ago and the camping got real. First night was an open field with 2 other campers and a beautiful lake with a sand beach, what I wanted the entire time. The next day we where in Duisburg and it was getting late and needed a place to stay so we asked someone, later to be known as Saint Christopher, he showed us a spot on the lake he would camp with his boyhood chums. We thanked him and he was on his way, later in the night after enjoying some "coffee" we hear some rustling in the woods, freaked out at first we see Saint Christopher. He brought us some warm pasta and drinks! It was a blessing. We talked and it was getting dark so he left and we passed out. The next day it started raining after 12km and not having any rain protection we took a train 40km to Cologne and now we are the Black Sheep hostel. Met some really nice friendly people here, they are cooking lentil soup right next to me an someone is eying me for the computer so i'm gonna go.