I’ve not seen a pair of cloggs since I got here. One windmill and that’s it. No obvious sign of people high on drugs and no semi naked prostitutes adorning the shop windows.
My meals out have been a little pricey, especially compared to my Eastern Europe jaunts, and modern Eindhoven is a bit like Preston. Unexciting with a bit of football heritage.
But the people are chilled. And feel almost British without being quite so serious. Indeed, a good proportion of conversations between locals appear to be held in English. Amsterdam is impressive and so is Utrecht. I’m lucky that somebody else’s misfortune gave me a chance to see the latter. It’s probably worth more than the couple of hours it got from me.
Next stop is Boston and New England in three weeks. Tomorrow I get a head scan to help with the deaf right ear and the evil palsy.