And so the last day of our trip has arrived. Well, the penultimate day for Katelyn (and anybody else with GRE vocab cards). Much sadness was had but we managed to pull ourselves together enough to go out on the town and rent some bikes. For the record, there are 739,000 people and about 738,999 bikes in Amsterdam (the last guy has a motor-wheelchair so it really defeats the purpose of having a bike).

Riding a bike in Amsterdam, though popular, is ridiculously harrowing, as we soon found out. Despite the initially overwhelming nature of this mode of transit, we enjoyed a strolling ride through Centraal Amsterdam where Greg and Katie visited the Anne Frank Huis (home of “The Secret Annex” where she and 7 others hid during the war).

Afterwards, our trio tried to find our way back to the bike shop, as we realized we had been given locks, but not the keys to those locks. However, navigating the city is made more difficult when you forget the map back at the hostel. So, after a fair bit of wandering, Katie and Greg stopped to try some Indonesian smorgasbord while Nick went and took a siesta.

With our bikes due back at the rental shop, we decided we’d like to wander through Amsterdam’s famous red-light district. Contrary to most other cities’ red-light districts, you know when you’re in this one, to say the least.

After that experience, Katie decided she needed a beer to cool-off so we stopped at a pub to try the local brew (which wasn’t that good apparently). Slightly disappointed and slightly more hydrated, we continued on to Haagen Daz (of Dutch origin) for a spot of ice cream. Not suprisingly, it tasted remarkably similar to the Häagen-Dazs of international fame.