Like in many other Dutch towns, the chances of being hit by a bicycle are higher than being run over by a car. Their streets and sidewalks are extremely large, plus there is a space between these two, designated to bicycles.
Which leads me to the next thing: how can a guy be a hero in this city?
Everything is incredibly safe. No dogs, no punks, no rushing cars, no danger.
How can he act manly and impress his girlfriend or his future girlfriend? Maybe if he succeeds to buy her some chocolate before 6 pm (everything closes at 5 or 6 pm).
I remember being a teenager. My boyfriend was my hero every autumn, protecting me from the mud the cars though behind, every winter by being friend of most of the guys (these way no one hit me with snow balls), every spring by showing me the right way to a one-day trip destination, every summer by scaring away threatening dogs.
So, when does a Western European have the opportunity to act like a hero?
Of course, there is a lot of blah-blah to discuss. Of course, we live in the 21st century and being an alpha man nowadays doesn’t mean you need to hunt our food. But, guess what? Eastern Europeans have all these 21 century situations to overcome… and more.
Am I crazy for missing these bad things about Romania? Because I do. I do miss the mud that one finds on some streets, the leafs on the sidewalk and the one-to-many colored houses.
On the other hand, I have to admit that it was wonderful to see I could use my German card almost in every shop, walking alone on the streets during the night or simply getting lost on a dark alee.
Some parts of the central area were already decorated for Christmas.
I have found good chocolate in the city center and even better cappuccino in the central train station while waiting for my train. Talking about the train, I had to change three trains to get there (90 km) and for return, my first train got cancelled , so I took two buses and two trains. And still, I’ have reached Bonn in less than 3 hours.