12. riding angels to haarlem

skip the first part and all that riding - have to go back you know!
instead focus on what is important: new blue shoes and the joy of cheese stix



somewhere in the mids of this joy there were nice old buildings and stuff and juice called 'cool best'



after lunch strolling in town and you just drop the extra a to get outside new amsterdam



then of course, if there is a new town to visit there must also be another big church. this one is quite macho with its big organ




it seems qift wrapping the local buildings in the national colours is all the rage



and under the candy coloured wrappings is normally a market. although the pumkins look spectacular, it has been found that they are generally lacking in taste but make up for their blandness by maximising wind production




of course, beauty is found in many guises and continually invades the senses





not just beauty but love and bike love is the best kind



so after a fitfull day out its back on the steeds for the hour and a half return trip home.

dissappointingly, the train drivers did not respond the universal action for horn honking...




as the arm pump has also been subsumed into sporting and more generally popular culture, it seems the horn specific honking action may have seen its time come and go.



so onward - and seeing the blue paniered bandit streak ahead, the stripped curl bandit sees an openning for some customary self portraiture



as the shadows lengthed, the ride continued and the sky went spectacular




and out of the mists of time all cares fled as the hum and thwack of slowly rotating turbine blades sliced the air. coulping with hyrdo electrics and glassy water, the day took on a magical charm





turning breifly away from the magnificance of man, nature stepped up and presented a stunning counterpoint



all in all a great day out. and what better way to end it than to realise that big things are everywhere and although it was not a prawn, oyster, banana, pineapple, ram or axe the large ball for foot was able to bridge the gap



and to show that although different sides of the world are on different sides of the world it is and goes round like a ball.

11. thong dropped in lap of dam

the acrid smell of the pissoir burns into recalcitrons consciousness.



turning like a manic to escape the green helix he emerges. this time the comforting chime of bells and the gleam of spokes lets him know he is back in amsterdam.



he wonders how they get clean and feeling decidedly stinky sets out to find some respite.



messages are everywhere telling him it really is time for a wash.



it's a feeling the unwashed share.



tiger, why don't you seek out the shower queen and get sorted?




by looking seriously at yourself a park comes into view.



stick to the path and skip to my...



watch out fur hippoppotomuses.



get on a bike and ride to the westerpark.




eureka! adventure sign! she has thrown a thong.



deep breaths. following your instinct to her bike to find her.



i drop my bike and bundle and, it being quite a nice day, strip off for a wash in the stream.





miss adventure relaxes against the sun.



tranquility base. we have made contact with the lunar module.



to celebrate the marvelous reunion, recalcitron suggests they get tanked and so miss adventure takes him literally.




beauty and the bar, is that what that show used to be called?



everyone looks happy with this new turn of events.



late summer does not want to go away. it lingers and the afternoon receeds into night slowly as travel lines the sky.

10. recalculate wakes up a krak cow

the last thing he remembers is laying back on the grass, contemplating the size of the universe. next thing he feels every edge of the glass splinter and steps qickly from the phone box.



turning around against the direction of his spinning head, recalcitron looks at what seems suspiciously like a castle and at a sign that seems to say no bikes - he is not in amsterdam any longer.



looking for answers he begins to walk toward the castle and on the way stops to ask some astute monkeys for directions.



turning mirror like they say nothing he wants to hear.



reflecting the tower, the window reveals the castle and he moves toward it seeking answers.



it revels nothing but a mismatch of ancient archiecture and a pleasing sence of being in a place of calm.



multitask with camera and umbrella.



give in and get a lift with horse and cart.



end of the road at the square of understanding.







seek the dragon to find your way home.



go medieval, seek the canon, at the roots of university...



see the hard rock contained within the soft.
feel the history with your hands.



take a postcard and a view of the pope's old house.



seek the dragon.



interpret what it has to say.



ask it again.



open it's mind with monolithic structures.



find one to step inside of.



lobby hard to get your own room.



after vodka in an aperitif bar to reset the world through dragons teeth.



walk down the corridor of every scary movie. close the door and (hopeully) wake up at home.