A Remarkable Baby Cafe in Iceland

Don’t think me a unrepentant Europhile. I know a bit about the stagnant economies, the old and new racism, the sometimes insufferable boredom of the continent. However. Every once in a while you’ll see something that is just so humane, so kind, so… progressive, that you really have to wonder what the hell is wrong …

Some Stats about Bikes, Death and the Dutch

I was, as usual, mouthing off a bit yesterday with my statements of affection for (largely helmet-less) Dutch bike and cargobike culture. But DadWagon friend and colleague Carly brought up a fine point: are there any statistics? Yes, there are. Amidst the many blogs devoted to the Bakfiets, the traditional Dutch cargobike, there are some …

Asia de Amsterdam: Bikes, Bikes, Bikes

I’ve written recently about the sweet, sticky smell of peace around Amsterdam (now that they are wholly post-empire). But I should say that Amsterdam has other outstanding qualities, one of which involves their ever-astonishing modes of transport. Let’s start with the fact that there are two types of motorbike licenses: blue and yellow. The blue …