We trundled off, luggage in tow and made it to the closest Starbucks.
Pumpkin lattes put us to rights and fortifies us for the last little bit of struggle with all our cases to the Centraal Railway Station. We found some lockers to leave the bulk of our things in (and cause us to be over $A30 poorer - but well worth the now freedom) and set off for a wander.
We're taken a little card from the discount stand on the boat for a little pancake place called 'Sara's'. Using our Phone's GPS between WiFi spots, we stumbled along cobble-stoned streets between canals...right into the red light district. Seller parenting moment for me! Mind you, being early morning, the worst things we saw were windows where women obviously stand, with no phos stickers plastered across their bottoms (the windows, not the girls) and a few dodgy shops with some interesting paraphernalia. We eventually founds our breakfast destination and sat down to our pancakes.
We stopped at the little village Durgerdam for some refreshments after managing to get hopelessly lost several times. We were hoping to make it all the way up to Markan but between the several unintentional detours and the inevitable jet lag, we decided to stop for a little while where we got to and then make our way back to the city (again getting lost again!)
Once we had dropped our bikes off, rather saddlesore and ready for bed if that was an option, we decided to grab a quick bite to eat and make our way, quite prematurely back to Schipol Airport and just take it easy until our flight to UK.
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