My Commute.



For years now I’ve been lucky enough to avoid a long commute to work. Yes -
was that rare and endangered species who lived in LA and didn’t have to drive a car to work. However, my current jaunt to the office is without a doubt the one that puts all others to shame (except when it’s cold, rainy and/or windy). I can hop on my somewhat rusted, squeaky old bike, my head warm under a beret, and pedal off...

Up our main street, past an archway that looks like it’d be the perfect setting for an Ultravox video... across the first of many quant bridges, past the zoo - where I always stop to greet the flamingos. At some stage, without fail, I ride past this curious, Clouseau-esque fellow walking in the other direction- always quite nattily dressed but with an element of sadness. I wonder who he is? 

Then, I cross over the Skinny Bridge where I see the sun tickle the houseboats on the Amstel, and wind my way through the centre of Amsterdam. Whipping past row upon row of canal houses I always feel a little tingle of joy that I get to freewheel through such a wonderful mix of history and culture. And, the fact that this city is now home...