Remember the black-on cardboard bulyh cows milk bags in our stores? They look too decorative to be true. So the authors of this figure, not otherwise traveled to the Netherlands to draw them. On both sides of the road that leads to Amsterdam, graze it is such a horny. They are so cute that I want to go out and milk to posmakovat warm fresh milk.

And they graze on green trim meadows intersected by small channels. Only sometimes there belts. And all that accurate, it seems artificial.

When the morning woke up in a hotel near the border, I heard a gogochat geese. Wondered: Is the hotel there is a goose farm? Looked out the window, but saw no goose, no premises, where they might contain. Not thought to raise his head up. Then our tourists say that the geese were flying over our hotel. On the road I realized that the goose's voice is very organically fit into this neat nature.

we pass a waggon on which painted a vivid picture of the cheese. I have already Slyunka flowed. But the cheese we will see "above the roof." We promise a trip to the farm where it is made. But I already want to try this Dutch cheese on this Dutch soil. Especially because of this product and I'm not indifferent.

along the road waving often sails. but not the ones that grind the grain. And those that produce electricity. With traditional windmills are united only did the wings. And at the heart of these devices are not houses and poles. Wings catch the wind and thus create electricity. They immediately found on nearly every three to four kilometers.

We pass another batch mills, pass a little more and find ourselves in the middle of the water. Well, not so completely in the middle, but at least it appears that the right of our North Sea and to the left - the so-called South. And we're going just in the middle. Sometime between these two maritime elements built a dam, which became part of the road that leads now to the capital. She joined the South Holland and Friesland - so called areas of the country. I am reminded of the dam, I've seen something holiday in Cyprus in Paphos for the weekend . There, on the one hand you have a water right before your eyes splashed on the other hand - it is somewhere at the bottom meter. Immediately, if there is a difference in water level, it is not obvious to the eye. However, it exists - most of the country lies below sea level. Here are people and have to constantly fend off the onset of brazen water, which seek to fill their living space. It is for this reason, the terms of dams and levees. In the fifties, terrible floods took the lives of thousands of people and caused riots. It was after these riots, and it was decided to build this dam, whose length is 32 kilometers.

We are approaching the capital, and I'm starting to get used to a luxurious European roads. They are Gorny, I quietly writing on his laptop just in the bus. And do not feel any diskommforta. These words I was finishing at the entrance to Amsterdam. In one of the most freedom-loving cities in Europe.