Our enemy. An unwelcome guest from hell who arrives in the fall and stays through the winter to sting our faces with its cold and vicious gusts. Anyone who says Holland doesn’t have mountains is a liar, has never bicycled against this cruel, gale-force bastard! Unrelenting. Formidable. And as any foreign student who has lived through one winter here can tell you: there is no escape or reprieve from the wicked Dutch wind! Only acceptance.
(Photo/Caption: Pavel Prokopchik, BSc, Russia)
Foreign eye
It has arrived. Leaves bristling, branches bending, bicyclists bent over steering wheels, fighting against it. Our enemy. An unwelcome guest from hell who arrives in the fall and stays through the winter to sting our faces with its cold and vicious gusts. Anyone who says Holland doesn’t have mountains is a liar, has never bicycled against this cruel, gale-force bastard! Unrelenting. Formidable. And as any foreign student who has lived through one winter here can tell you: there is no escape or reprieve from the wicked Dutch wind! Only acceptance.
(Photo/Caption: Pavel Prokopchik, BSc, Russia)
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