Saturday nights in Amsterdam. You often see and hear of parties, events in city that has a name to uphold. You move among the hip & the happy crowds, friends get you on guest lists and such, and you dance/jive/drink your way towards Sunday morning.
Call me crazy, but what I equally enjoy are the in-betweens, going from one place to the other. By bike, of course. Moments when your clubbin’ mood translates to all sorts of things, you encounter stuff you won’t ever do boxed up in a car or strolling along the streets.
Anyhow, last night was such a night. My fellow countrymen seeing this will probably shrug and go “Yeah, so?”. Well, I love it, it sure makes up for the incidental club faux-pas.