
The day I arrived in Amsterdam, I took the bike out to explore the neighborhood, and noticed a young girl on a bike with a broken chain, doing a maneuver I hadn't ever seen before to keep her bike moving without using the pedals, panting and in an obvious nervous hurry.
As I ride past her, she says something to me.
Girl: Gaat u naar de ferry?
Me: Uhm, what? I'm sorry, I only speak English.
Girl: Oh. Are you going to the ferry?
Me: Uhm, no actually, but I can if you need a ride.
Girl: Yes, please. Just keep pedaling and I'll grab onto your bike.
Me: Sure.
And then while still on her bike, she uses one hand to grab onto mine.
Me: Just tell me which way to go, cuz I'm new here.
Girl: Right. These people are coming from the ferry. (referring to dozens of people biking in the opposite direction)
Me: Oh okay. How often does the ferry come?
Girl: Every three minutes.
Me (in my head): Three minutes?
Me: Thirty minutes?
Girl: Three minutes.
Me: Three minutes?!
Girl: Yes.
Me: ...
Girl: ...
Me: So if you miss this ferry, you have to wait for three whole minutes to catch the next one?!?!
Girl: Yes!
Me: That's so bad!
Girl: I know!
The girl then proceeds to look at my pedaling feet.
Me: I'll pedal faster then! Are you holding tight enough?
Girl: Yes!