We’re in week two, and on one hand, it feels surreal and like I’m not really here (like an out of body experience), and on another, it feels like I’ve never known any other life. Except when I’m riding my bike and realise what a far cry it is from driving my automatic car wherever I wanted, and whenever I…

I wasn’t going to put the theft of my bike out there, because I suspected it would be met with comments such as: “You left South Africa to get your bike stolen?” or “But I thought Amsterdam was safe?!?”. And you’d be right. But apparently bike theft is the biggest crime in Amsterdam, and if you’re going to be foolish…

Our seven suitcases have been unpacked, our internet is working, our cell numbers are now Dutch ones, my son has eaten two packets of stroopwafels, and all our IKEA furniture has been assembled (not by us, as you might recall. We have achieved a lot so far, and fortunately we were able to stay in our apartment from the first…