All over Amsterdam you see these little red paaltjes (poles). Their phallic shape makes Japanese tourists giggle. Their main function, I guess, is to stop cars getting into the many bike-only places in the City. Their secondary function seems to be a handy shin-wrecker for airheads like me who don't look where they're going.
There I was, happily cycling along in my usual dream world when suddenly I'm in a heap on the ground, tangled up in my bike with a bloody knee. Of course, a few people ran over to rescue me (the crash must have looked like a spectacular one). Very sweet, but I just wanted to pretend I wasn't quite so stupid and sneak off unoticed. My pride was hurt more than my leg or my bike.
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