Temporary Nomad

Not long before leaving home, one of Freya’s new words was ‘bike’. She’d often notice people cycling by and shout out “Bike!” in an excited voice, often followed by some vigorous head-patting and a fervent declaration of “helmet, helmet”.

In the land of the bike, Freya is having quite a hard time, as we pass hundreds of bikes every hour and she feels the need to shout “Bike! Bike!” so often that I’m seriously worried she could wear our her bike-recognition neurons. Luckily, she’s also learnt the Dutch for bike – ‘fiets’, so she has a chance to give ‘bike’ a rest occasionally.

Freya checks out the bikes.