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.