The local bike riders in Amsterdam are insouciant, talking on the phone, baby strapped to their chests, holding in umbrella. Didn't see three out of three but often two out of three. The tourists on bikes were a nightmare. Not a helmet in sight, tourists or locals. Our hotel in Amsterdam was purported to be 3 star but was probably 1 - clean with friendly staff, but not much else. On the final morning water dripped on my head while I was in bed - not sure if it was upstairs who had run the bath over or the roof as it was raining.
Getting to the station was not easy, a bit too far to walk but also pouring rain. The tram was tricky and Jack swore very loudly, fortunately in English, lifting the cases up. Once on the train we went well to Paris but the transfer across Paris was also tricky - not enough escalators at the stations with the big trains coming and going. The Paris Metro is showing its age. We got to Bordeaux and our hotel (genuine 3 star) was lovely. We walked to the old city and found a nice place for a great cheap meal.
This morning Jack picked up the car and we drove to San Sebastian. In a very nice hotel for three days. I have clarified my confusion about tapas. The stuff on the bar (usually on bread, often fried, frequently salami) with a toothpick in it is a sub category of tapas called pintxos. Sort of unhealthy finger food. Then on the black board is the house tapas - no bread just a small plate of food, say two sardines with shredded lettuce or a plate of ham or cheese or octopus salad. So we are heading out tonight to try and find house tapas. Hopefully before 11.00 pm. We have booked a restaurant which doesn't even open until 8.00pm.
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