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Saturday, July 13, 2013

Volendam and more

I bought a new road bike ("racefiets" or racing bike, as it's called here) in April, since the one I purchased when I moved to Amsterdam two years ago wasn't quite working for me. Our spring and early summer weather was terrible, in terms of temperature and precipitation. But it has warmed up and dried out a bit in recent weeks. I tried to bike from Amsterdam to Volendam, a small "traditional" town north of Amsterdam, on Wednesday, but I misinterpreted the sign posts that direct cyclists, and I ended up going in a rather unsatisfying loop through dairy land on a cloudy, windy day.

Temperatures were supposed to be in the upper 60's on Saturday, and the skies were forecast to be mostly clear, so I set out for another attempt, with two modifications: 1) I researched the route a bit more, and 2) I decided to try strapping my camera around my back so that, unlike the ride on Wednesday, I could take some photos of the countryside. This was the route that I ended up taking (which was pretty close to what I'd initially planned).

After crossing the IJ river, the city quickly dissolves into countryside. My route took me along the western bank of the IJmeer, which is an artificial lake created by damning the sea. The water is brackish, and it is bordered by lands that used to be regularly flooded during high tides and heavy rainfall. Much of the path is located on a dike, and it is wide enough for an elevated bike path and a road for cars below. I alternated between taking the lower car road (as most of the road bikes did) and the elevated path, which allowed for some cool views of the IJmeer and the surrounding countryside.

A group of adolescent girls rode toward me, and I stepped off the path to allow them to pass. A group of men cycling were coming up from behind the girls, and they decided to pass as this point. The horses remained calm throughout.

After riding the dike, I turned to the east and then to the north. I managed to use the sign posts correctly this time, and I passed through Monnickendam before heading north to Edam and then back down through Volendam before taking a ferry to Marken and then cycling back to Amsterdam.

Animal friendly meat does not exist

Street in Monnickendam

A scene in Edam

Houses along a canal in Volendam

Houses in Marken

Cheese shop in Edam

Sign advertising the weekly (Wednesday) cheese market in Edam

Canal in Edam

One of several Volendam shops in which you can take a picture in traditional Dutch clothing

Outdoor restaurant in Edam

Street in Edam

Departing Volendam on the ferry

Beer break after 20 miles

Apart from the obvious beauty of the scenery, I noticed a few other things during the ride. First (and this is not exactly surprising or new for me), the landscape is remarkably flat. The winds were calm, and there was little resistance from incline. It made for excellent riding. Second, most of the trip was spent on paths that were only for bikes, and driver behavior was exemplary during the few times I shared a road with cars. Third, there were a lot of cyclists on the paths, and at least half of them were not on road bikes; they were simply, leisurely, riding around on their "city bikes," which are the big, clunky, heavy bikes that typically don't go much faster than ten miles per hour. And, finally, as a summary of these observations, I reflected upon what a biking utopia this country is. Where else on earth could you have such an experience?

Sunday, July 7, 2013

Bachelor Party Boat Trip

My friend Dan is getting married in September in Venice, where I'll be going to attend the wedding. I took charge of organizing his bachelor party, which took place yesterday, during some of the nicest weather to touch Amsterdam this year. I organized the bachelor party into two phases. Phase one was a four hour boat trip down the Amstel river, and phase two involved dinner and an evening in the center of Amsterdam, with a sort of scavenger hunt of tasks that Dan had to complete.

Our boat trip ran along the bike route I've taken to Oudekerk aan de Amstel multiple times, and it gave me a chance to see the river and a bit of the city from a different angle than I'm used to.

Seeing how boats like this from the river level is one of the treats of taking a boat ride.

The river was busy, and there were several interesting scenes such as this of a dog and a shirtless man standing on a boat.

Dan with the scotch I bought him two years ago as a thank you for allowing me to stay at his apartment when I moved to Amsterdam.

Restaurant and terrace at Oudekerk aan de Amstel

Real estate advertisement along the river

A classic car on top of a house boat

Sunbathers were ubiquitous on the river

My apartment is about 200 feet from this rowing club.

There were a lot of boats on the river, and there were even more people on the bike paths adjacent to the river. Some people raced along the path on road bikes; others leisurely road on city bikes, often with children; others walked or lounged on the banks of the river.

Sunday, June 9, 2013

Serbia

The hosts of the Serbian Psychology Association’s 2013 conference decided to add an interdisciplinary element to their program, and they identified evolution and biology as pieces of that interdisciplinary framework. After a few others (including my department chair) declined invitations to give a plenary lecture at the conference (this basically refers to a long, honorary, invited lecture), the organizers sent me an invitation in March. I accepted, partially because I’ve never been to the Balkans, and I was curious to see the nature, meet the people, try the food, etc.

After a departure that was early enough to require a taxi to get to the train station (the metros do not start running until a little after 6:00am) – the 5:00am wakeup was a little rough after I’d been at a Neko Case concert the previous night – and a layover in Warsaw, I arrived in Belgrade around 1:00pm on a Wednesday. The conference organizer told me that a man named Dag would be waiting for me at the airport. After deboarding, I looked around the terminal for a man matching the picture that the organizer had sent – a man that I’d commented to looked like an older, slightly larger jawed version of me (meaning that he was white and had a shaved head and glasses). Dag and I found each other after a few minutes, and the two of us were escorted to the parking lot by an airport security agent. Dag told me that he is an instructor in criminology at a Serbian police academy, and he knows former students who now work as detectives all over the country. The agent who escorted us through the airport was one of these former students.

Before beginning our drive to the conference venue, which was about 120 miles east of Belgrade, Dag took me and the two others we'd be sharing a car with to what he described as a traditional Serbian restaurant - one that in a traditional style, and was run by traditional men. The menu was written in Serbian and in English, but the descriptions were somewhat lacking. I was able to identify things that I did not want to try (mostly organ meats), but many of the dishes had ambiguous names with vague descriptions like "traditional meat dish." So I blindly ordered one dish that I guessed was either chick or pork, since it was described as "white steak." You wouldn't know what it was based on how it looked, and I'm still not sure what it was after eating it. It was indeed some white meat, but, after being stuffed with cheese, it had been wrapped in approximately 10 slices of bacon. This was an introduction to what is the norm in Serbian dining - more meat in one meal than I eat in a week.

The other Serbian restaurants I went to described all their meat dishes in weight. I ordered the fish one night, and it was described as 1500 grams. For lunch the next day, I ordered the lightest dish available - kebabs that were 350 grams and slathered in some kind of off-white meat sauce. In total, I think I ate about six weeks worth of meat in my Wednesday through Saturday stay in Serbia.

Apart from meat, there were three things that struck me as particularly interesting during my stay. They include:

1) The people. Apart from Dag, I mostly interacted with students during my stay. The ones I talked with did not seem much different from students in Amsterdam. They were internationally minded and exposed to the same (mostly U.S. based) global media culture. They spoke excellent English. They were liberal and open minded and wanted to travel and to meet new people. Belgrade is not a hub for international travel and business like Amsterdam is, and it is not a rich country like the Netherlands is. Others noted that Serbia suffers from a bit of a brain drain, where many of the best and brightest young people are eager to move to other countries like Germany, the UK, the Netherlands, and the U.S. This made sense to me after I interacted with the small group of students and learned a bit more about the history of the country and its current condition.

2) The history. I brushed up a bit on the ancient (well, at least pre-20th century) history of the country using Wikipedia, and I read about how the area was on the line between Muslim influences in Europe largely coming from the Ottoman Empire and Catholic and Orthodox influences coming from the Roman Empire, Austrian Empire, and Holy Roman Empire.

This combination of religious and ethnic backgrounds was relevant to the 1990s conflicts within the recently dissolved Yugoslavia, which now consists of Bosnia and Herzegovina, Croatia, Kosovo, Macedonia, Montenegro, Serbia, and Slovenia. My superficial understanding of the conflict that involved the U.S. and NATO is as follows: Serbia claimed an area with an ethnic minority (Muslim, I think) as its own; the ethnic minority was not happy about this and engaged in some domestic terrorism; the Serbian government responded in a heavy handed manner, with martial law and eventual deportation/relocation of the area based on ethnic lines; this lead to more aggression from the minority; Serbian troops engaged in further bad behavior (including, though the use of the term is debated, genocide); NATO told all parties to chill out and disengage so that an international presence could establish order; Serbia declined to do this despite NATO threats; and, finally, NATO bombed Serbia (and specifically Belgrade) in response.

I'm guessing I got some detail(s) incorrect there, but I believe the gist is correct. The last part is definitely true. When Dag drove me through Belgrade, he pointed out buildings that were still in ruin from U.S. missiles and bombs from 15 years ago, and I was told, "This is what you did." I wasn't quite sure how to respond to that.

3) Related to the first two: the ambivalence toward the U.S. The wall of the largest room in the first restaurant I went to displayed framed photographs of Vladamir Putin, Hugo Chavez, and Fidel Castro. As far as I can tell, their strongest commonality is that they are all (or were) perceived as adversaries of the U.S. government. Remnants from the NATO bombing campaign are salient in downtown Belgrade, and the U.S. is perceived as the commander of NATO. At the same time, people I spoke with mentioned the amazing nature in the U.S., the American dream, and (interestingly, to me) the free speech and relative lack of corruption in the U.S. as virtuous qualities.

And, with these thoughts, I'll provide some pictures. Unfortunately, I was not able to take any of Belgrade. But I do have some of the conference, the people I was with, and the areas surrounding Donji Milanovac.