Helen’s Diary

Beautiful day. Here we are at the hostel. Some Dutch boys, members of the crew, directed us here. We were some eight-30 of us walking along carrying our packs and looking definitely like foreigners. Rotterdam is a lovely city. Walked around a bit tonight. After we got back, George and Cassle did a folk dance with two Dutch girls men Then all of us did a dance up and down the corridor and stairs. Holland is very flat-all the way up the canal like massage we could see houses, children and people. One of the crew pointed out some of the fishermen’s houses which we had thought were factory tenements. Noticed particularly the orange roofs. Saw two windmills, green fields and cows-then we were called to dinner. Oscar served us for the last time. At 6:30 we docked and poured down the gang-plank. Customs were simple. Frank explained what we wore. so the man just checked us off without looking. A reporter took our picture. Every one here rides around on bicycles and cute little motorcycles. Never in my life saw so many bikes.-some with little seats on back for the baby-some with big baskets on the front-and tandems