Amsterdam CS

Roger is about to join me.
His flight must have landed a little more than one hour ago and I am eager to meet him again.
Not such a long time since the last one…Barcelona, ending May.

Now Amsterdam.

Central Station.
9h29
His, Byes, no words, info, ads…travellers. From longer or shorter lengths. But travellers all.

French advertising: “ Madames et messieurs. Faites attention a vos bagages”.
And right after another language in which I don’t catch almost nothing.

People keep on moving. From everywhere; to everywhere.
Travellers. Like me!

The bike is right here with me.

After three days I am moving from Linda&Dom’s.
Annelieke will meet us at Central station; most in the left entry at 10 a.m.
She lives close to here.


- ole ole!
- ole ole!
They have not said that for sure but that is how the greeting between the two girls close by my side has sound to me.

Annelieke will host both of us the next 3 days.
She speaks Spanish so it will be easier for us not to bother her… and kind of restful to me too as I am not still used to think in English the whole day.
Sometimes more exhausting than cycling (even in Holland).

Biking, wow!.
Amsterdam, city of no law.
Keep your eyes open, sometimes a few kamikazes don’t dare to pass over everything on their path...and even walkers do!
A matter of use.

But maybe I will do the same I guess… if I have not done it yet…well, but of course not in a kamikaze way: not matter of putting finish to nobody’s travel today.
Neither tomorrow.

Keep on travelling.
We all are travellers. The journey of life.

9h41. I will walk around for a while, checking if Roger is not already here.

I glance around. I can not see him.

I wander. I do not find him.

I am taking aleatory pictures of myself as a policewomen come to me kind of bothered requesting in Dutch what I am doing…I show her the photos…she agrees and leaves.


- Normal – it takes to me a few seconds to realize. Central Station

- Normal? – I am asking now to myself. No doubt, NO..


Travellers of life; people, terrorist…


Roger is here:
- Que pinta de vagabundo tienes! … este pais esta bien tio, me he enamorado ya 10 veces…





18h14, platform 13a, CS. They have been 3 days “off”.
Now I am back to the writing corner. I feel like writing. I need to train. 11 days to the Marathon.

It has actually made good to me to spend these time with Roger.
The sun. The walks up and down. The juices. The rain. The talks, the beers. The rain. The sun.

Cristina&Domi. How good!


The rain. Amsterdam by boat.

His cigarettes, my food. The sun. Today’s lunch at Max. The rain. The sun.


He is gone.

It has made good to me. Talking with him about this journey. The first time I can do it with somebody who already knew me really well long before my leaving three weeks ago.

My journey. His journey. Our journey.

Everybody travels.

18h14, platform 13a, Amsterdam, Central Station.

I have to recover the bike before heading to Richelle’s place.

I am back alone to my journey.

Should I take the metro or should I ride?

I feel serene.

I will ride.