This morning, at what felt like about 5 am, the familiar sound of airplanes descending into Schiphol Airport woke me up. You may have seen our customary campsite on your last trip to Amsterdam, especially coming from London. From your window seat, first, you see hundreds of windmills in the sea, then a picture-perfect beach, dunes, and tents scattered in one of our country’s most beautiful nature reserves. Wave, and we may wave back. Two minutes later, a new planeful gets the same view. Two minutes later, another. Etcetera.
#56 Icarus
#56 Icarus
#56 Icarus
This morning, at what felt like about 5 am, the familiar sound of airplanes descending into Schiphol Airport woke me up. You may have seen our customary campsite on your last trip to Amsterdam, especially coming from London. From your window seat, first, you see hundreds of windmills in the sea, then a picture-perfect beach, dunes, and tents scattered in one of our country’s most beautiful nature reserves. Wave, and we may wave back. Two minutes later, a new planeful gets the same view. Two minutes later, another. Etcetera.