Outlet Converter
Today was a mad hunt for an outlet converter before our electronic devices completely ran out of juice. Turns out they're kind of hard to find. We found one place, only they sold us the wrong one.
Close Call
This morning, we got up at 10:30 and grabbed the tram toward the central part of town. We stumbled onto the famous Albert Cuyp market in the Pijp (trendy hipster hood), so we hopped off to walk around and grab breakfast. we stopped for a coffee and some freshly squeezed raspberry juice on the outskirts of the market and we started walking back toward the booths to shop. I heard a loud commotion right behind me, so I turned around just in time to see one of those teeny mini cars about ten feet behind us, out of control and barreling right into the market right at us. I started running away, yelling for Arturo to run. The mini plowed right into the market, and crashed into a produce stand. One guy dove out of the way, but the car ran right into this woman just behind me and knocked her right off her bike. Her bike was completely under the mini, and she lay there crying and stunned in pain. The driver of the mini was a guy in his seventies. I kept thinking of that old person who'd ploughed through a market and killed several people a year or two back. We left the scene shortly thereafter, but it seemed like the woman would be generally ok (save for a broken leg, maybe).
Today was a mad hunt for an outlet converter before our electronic devices completely ran out of juice. Turns out they're kind of hard to find. We found one place, only they sold us the wrong one.
Close Call
This morning, we got up at 10:30 and grabbed the tram toward the central part of town. We stumbled onto the famous Albert Cuyp market in the Pijp (trendy hipster hood), so we hopped off to walk around and grab breakfast. we stopped for a coffee and some freshly squeezed raspberry juice on the outskirts of the market and we started walking back toward the booths to shop. I heard a loud commotion right behind me, so I turned around just in time to see one of those teeny mini cars about ten feet behind us, out of control and barreling right into the market right at us. I started running away, yelling for Arturo to run. The mini plowed right into the market, and crashed into a produce stand. One guy dove out of the way, but the car ran right into this woman just behind me and knocked her right off her bike. Her bike was completely under the mini, and she lay there crying and stunned in pain. The driver of the mini was a guy in his seventies. I kept thinking of that old person who'd ploughed through a market and killed several people a year or two back. We left the scene shortly thereafter, but it seemed like the woman would be generally ok (save for a broken leg, maybe).
And Arturo had just wondered aloud how many bike-related accidents there may be here.
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