It's time to get on your bike to start exploring
Oh, and windmills. And canals. And art.
It's taken me 60 years to navigate my way to the city of tulips, but it was well worth the wait.
As a regular recreational cyclist, this city is made for me.
Everywhere you go you're surrounded by bikes of all shapes and sizes, and their proliferation seems to mean power to the pedallers.
So none of the road rage associated with venturing out on Australian roads, where so often it's an angry car v bike showdown.
Live and let live seems to be the Dutch motto, and that suits me just fine.
A leisurely pedal out to the historic windmill village of Zaanse Schans was a highlight of my three-night Amsterdam adventure.
No helmet required, so it was a ride on the wild side with the wind in what little remains of my hair.
My normally dormant arty side also came alive in Amsterdam, with a visit to the Van Gogh museum providing a great insight into this master of the easel.
All your senses are alive in Amsterdam, but your nasal passages in particular certainly get a workout as you wander along the winding canals and alluring laneways.
I'm not one to partake in such things, but the distinctive aroma of cannabis is a regular reminder of the relaxed drug laws here.
Perhaps fortunately, these accompanying pictures aren't scratch and smell, but hopefully they paint many thousand words of praise.
If you ever get the chance to visit this unique city, pack your padded bike shorts and get ready for the ride of your life.