My initial Dutch observations


I’ve been in Holland for three weeks, and in this time certain observations have turned into realizations of fundamental differences between where I was and where I now reside. That’s a convoluted way of saying, it’s different, bruh.

Different in a good way. Different in a life affirming way. You never know if a move like this is going to work out, but when the payoff comes it makes the risk worth it. Although still early days I think that we’ve been right on the mark with this one. Let me share with you a few of the things that have struck me since I’ve been in the land of the cheese-heads.

Most cyclists in Australia are wankers. This is due to their inversion of the road dynamics. Australia is built and designed for vehicles. They are the top dogs. Cyclists are the bottom dogs. Thirty years ago when I was an avid amateur cyclist this all worked as intended because as cyclists we knew our place. We understood that it was our responsibility on the roads to make it as easy as possible for the surrounding vehicles. Everything worked fine as a result of this healthy dynamic.

Today cyclists are virtue signalers. They cycle for ulterior motives. One of the big motives is that they believe that they are saving the planet. Due to their perceived virtuousness they act on the roads as if they are the top dogs. But the road network is still primarily designed for vehicles. This has created a very unhealthy dynamic. The state of Victoria introduced a ludicrous law where a motorist must give a cyclist a meter of space when overtaking. There is no onus on cyclists with this law. In theory a cyclist could hang out near the center of the road and never be legally overtaken. It is a band-aid solution for what has become an unworkable situation. I didn’t go near a bike in my last six years in Australia.

In Holland the dynamic is different. The road system within the towns is designed for bikes first and vehicles second. Bikes are the top dogs and drivers act accordingly. The dynamic is healthy. So far I have done everything on a bike. I do the shopping on my bike with its two huge panniers for putting my groceries. When I visit people I grab the bike. I go to the gym on the bike. It helps that the weather has been stunning since my arrival, but thus far I see no need to even purchase a car.

Which leads me to my next observation. Kids on bikes. There are kids on bikes everywhere. And I’m not just talking teenagers. Little gangs of 5 year olds regularly flash by me, their tiny legs peddling furiously, and the parents nowhere to be seen.

Like when we were kids.

The netherlands photoThe streets are alive with kids at all hours of the day. The local neighborhood parks are crammed with them. They play ball, they hang off climbing frames, they run around shooting each other with over-sized guns. Just down the street from my house is an area that I can only describe as a swamp. It’s about thirty meters wide but stretches in a straight line for almost a kilometer.

The swamp is full of playground equipment. There are random raised trails and wooden forts. The kids play in the swamp. It is the best swamp playground that I have ever seen, and like all the other times that I see kids playing there is rarely an adult to be seen.

In Australia we now have the reality that parents will receive a police summons if they allow their 12 year old children to go down to the park unaccompanied. The main park near my former home in South Yarra was Como park. I never saw kids playing there by themselves. What I mostly saw were adults in dog walking groups. When I describe this to Dutch parents they look at me with a complete lack of understanding. Back in Australia we have this media influenced mindset where everyone in Europe is dictated to by Brussels.

That’s not what I’m seeing. Compared to Australians the Dutch have personal freedom. All those kids zooming around on bikes that I mentioned? No helmets. Not a single one. On several occasions I have witnessed a teenage boy giving his girl a ride on his bike. The girl is usually facing the boy, her legs dangling over the bike in a relaxed manner, as she casually smokes a cigarette. It is the epitome of freedom.

Kids don’t play in the street in Australia. Kids don’t get themselves to school anymore. The roads are clogged with parents driving their children here, and driving their children there. It is a sterile society.

In Holland kids don’t always play in the park alone. Sometimes there is a row of adults sitting nearby. Perhaps some mothers, perhaps some randoms thrown in, just out and enjoying the sunshine. The other day I decided to perform a mild social experiment. I was passing a little park where some children were nosily enjoying themselves. A row of adults sat across from the children. They were chatting amongst themselves and enjoying the day. I stopped my bike and ambled over to the bench. I was somewhat trepidatious because at about this point in Australia I would have been rugby-tackled and arrested for being an obvious child molester with evil intent.

Instead I sat down on the bench, and made my good-days to the other assembled adults. They smiled back and wished me good day and then we watched the children play. Nobody thought anything wrong with my presence. It was liberating. I enjoyed hanging out and watching the kids. I felt a part of something, part of a community.

In Australia men are the enemy. A woman with a pram will view you with open hostility. You are one of them, an evil child molester and potential rapist until proven otherwise. The assumption is that as a man you are an undesirable element. Let’s be honest, as a man in Australian society you generally are an undesirable element. The social dynamics have been corrupted. The feeling that I used to get was generally one of suspicion.

From my initial observations the Dutch family units seem to be much healthier, and this robustness is amplified out into the general community. It is noticeable only because it is such a contrast with what Australian society has devolved into over the last twenty years. I’ve had a few conversations with Dutch neighbors about these things but they really cannot understand what I am talking about. What I’m describing is completely alien to them, and what I appreciate about their society they view as completely normal.

It was normal in Australia too, once upon a time. But if you don’t value what you have you can easily lose it.

This article was originally published at, where Adam Piggott publishes regularly and brilliantly. You can purchase Adam’s books here.

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Adam Piggott writes about all things red pill and nationalist right. He examines what it means to be a man in the modern world and gives men advice beyond the typical 'how to pull chicks', (although he does that too.) He plays the guitar, smokes cigars, drinks wine and rum, rides motorbikes, is bad at cricket, and distrusts any man who has no redeeming petty vices. He lives with his wife in Melbourne where he does his best to be a reality check to any Millennials or progressives so unfortunate as to cross his path.
  • BJ

    ‘Most cyclists in Australia are wankers.’

    ‘Today cyclists are virtue signalers. They cycle for ulterior motives. One of the big motives is that they believe that they are saving the planet. Due to their perceived virtuousness they act on the roads as if they are the top dogs.’

    These are gross generalisations and un-necessarily provocative, if not insulting. There is no rational way you could reach those conclusions that tar the majority of people who ride a push-bike in Australia.

    I really thought you were better than that Adam.

    • Joe

      He reached those conclusions by observing the behaviour of “cyclists” on the road. We spend millions creating cycle paths and still we have self styled tour de France wannabes riding on roads with one lane each way and a no passing stripe down the middle. Self evident wankers.

      • BJ

        Of I see; the observations made by one driver of the sample of cyclists that he happens to encounter is a proper basis for saying that ‘most cyclists’ in the country ‘are wankers’; whatever that happens to mean. I drive around Sydney and see as many cyclists as anyone, and most doing nothing to attract the ire and abuse of motorists.

        Seriously, if that is the best that you can do then stop now. It is a wild generalisation, and if you cannot see that then there is no point discussing it any further.

        • Joe

          Physician, heal thy self. As if your sample is anymore relevant according to your rules. I can say the same thing and observe that cyclists are a menace to the road users – FOR WHICH THE ROADS WERE CREATED.

          • BJ

            I didn’t profess to apply my observations to every cyclist in Australia, like Adam did.

          • Joe

            “…and most doing nothing…” implies almost all cyclists – certainly the ones that you observe – which only tells us that you don’t observe the wankers.

          • BJ

            It does not; the ordinary and natural meaning of the language in the context is other than you suggest.

            And road were not created for cars; dedicated roads existed long before cars, and bikes were around before cars.

          • Joe

            Must have the last word, must we 😉

          • BJ

            Seriously; grow up.

          • Joe

            Ah NO!

          • Karen Dwyer

            Ah CHOO!! ….. :-)))))))

          • Ah choo choo…..Bless you….
            It seems pedestrians & bicycles & vehicles will never mix, without hair raising incidents……too much aggression all around I think…..




          • Karen Dwyer

            Bicycles used as road blocks sometimes get run over … Oh dear, what a shame, never mind …

          • entropy

            It’s true that roads predate cars. However, as it stands now, our roads are built and maintained by fees associated with motor vehicles.

          • Ralphy

            I read ‘predate’ both ways but hey, it still works!

        • Sadsak

          No, but if a motorist displayed the same attitude as many cyclists do, we would have chaos on the roads
          P.S. I cycle with due regard to other road users.

    • Sadsak

      Oh, he is right on the ball with that statement, as a group ,cyclists are a breed of their own

    • Karen Dwyer


      Gross generalisations and unnecessary provocations (with attendant insults) are Adam’s stock in trade.

      To “really think that [he is/was] better than that” you had to have been ignoring quite a lot of content and tone of his articles.

      Adam is choleric by temperament; with little sense of the ironic. A high intelligence debased by arrogant self interest.

      Thus he can write articles in which fornication and sneering at other men for not knowing that he is fornicating with their daughters can be the leading statements in an article concluding with comments on someone else’s moral degeneracy.

      Thus he can write an article advising men not to be present at the birth of their own children, (from the stance that any such request by a woman is just emotional manipulation and a power play which must be nipped in the bud for the sake of future power ascendancy in a relationship). The logic given is that men should band together at the pub while a woman labours with her trusty female attendants from the village around her, as is only right and proper. This stance ignores the fact that the woman will not be at home with her trusted female attendants around her. She will be among total strangers, who are particularly concerned not to be sued and who will use unnecessary medical interventions in preference to the risk of litigation. Total strangers will be able to commit all sorts of physical assaults on his spouse, with no resistance from her spouse, because he is determined to have the upper hand.

      “So near and yet so far” in the appreciation of human relationships. Similar to trying to illuminate the dwarves in the stable (The Last Battle) there is only so much one can do in explaining joy and grace to those who see turnips and straw.

      Anyway, all that aside, when one skims aside the scum, there is often at least a spoonful of soup left. At least there is enough to make a nourishing meal for oneself, even if one has to add many of one’s own ingredients.

      But finally, two observations (which are the actual purpose of my reply):
      Firstly, while I have described Adam’s clay, there are qualities present that with the transformation of the Spirit would be truly exceptional, possibly great. Still, one must deal with what is, and not only what we wish it would be.

      Secondly, it is not like you to be intemperate. Not that you appear massively so; just that it is unusual. Is all well with you?

      (Lastly, but not importantly, I come across my fair share of cyclists on the type of roads Joe describes. They wave me past in the face of blind corners and blind crests. As might be anticipated, I don’t trust my fate to some lycra-bottomed stranger’s sense of safe driving. Some roads just aren’t cycle friendly. The A.C.T., with its distinct cycle paths, is much better. But really, having to live in the porn capital just to ride a bike seems rather too large a sacrifice).

      • BJ

        You are indeed correct Mrs Dwyer, as is invariably the case. The final sentence was intended to temper what would otherwise have been a wholly critical post, which I normally try to avoid.

        Irrational criticism of all cyclists is a sore point with me, as I ride a bike, and always do so with proper attention to the rules of the road, and with due consideration for other road users. That hasn’t prevented me being twice struck by cars, in one case by the driver of a Range Rover who proceeded through a ‘Stop’ sign and struck me, and then told the attending Police that as a cyclist I had no rights and therefore she was not required to give way to me. She seemed wholly untroubled by the quite significant injuries she had caused to me, apparently for the same reason. Such attitudes are fed by the kind of views expressed by Adam, and in some of the comments. I do not claim that all cyclists are law abiding, as some clearly are not, but dishing abuse to everyone who rides a bike is grossly unfair, and I don’t want anyone to be injured the way I have been for the sole and no better reason than that they choose to ride a bike.

        I have been quiet and absent recently as I am having a major career change, which will necessitate me putting down my pen, at least publicly, and I am sad about that. I enjoy writing, and wanted to continue, but alas that will not be possible, perhaps with the exception of pieces that have no political content, similar to some that you might recall.

        • Use a nom de plume, BJ ?
          For example, with my pen name, no one would guess that I am actually Malcolm Truffles of Point Piper……..
          Good luck on your new career path.

          • BJ

            I have considered that; but I fear it would cause too many problems if it was revealed.

        • Karen Dwyer

          The same attitude (by car drivers) also affects motor bike riders (& despite the fact that some cyclists and some bike riders are errant, they are vulnerable physically and some car drivers really are guilty of attempted murder on a fairly regular basis).

          I shall miss your posts (I had one in mind for you, along with a slew for other writers also, but I restrained myself as there was an air of entitlement or Nirvana’s anthem of “entertain me” in the behests. Now of course I kick myself because I can’t remember what they were.)

          Best wishes for your present crossroads.

          You paint my accuracy too generously, but I’ll let it pass :-))))))))

          • entropy

            Karen Dwyer quoting Nirvana?

            Reprocessing worldview… complete.

            Now what must I do to goad you into buying into one of my gender politics posts?

    • Karen Dwyer

      P.s. Bear in mind that Adam was living in Melbourne previously.

      A city in which cycle lanes have been created which aren’t necessarily compatible with all users.

      When my eldest child was a newborn, a Lycra-clad cyclist deliberately ran into me with his bike. It would have been painful even if I hadn’t recently given birth. My crime? I was standing in “his” cycle path. Waiting at the lights to cross the road.

      Due to poor design, I had the choices of standing where the cycle path ended with the pram in front of me on a sloping curve (which I chose); or me on the kerb with the pram on the road; or me on the kerb with the pram at the end of the cycle path. He didn’t hit me because I suddenly stepped in front of him and he couldn’t avoid a collision. Nor was I the only person waiting at the lights. No, he had a spiteful point to make which had nothing to do with me. (Somewhat like “your” Range Rover driver). It was deliberate assault, and painful, as he steered his bike directly (off course!) into my stomach.

      He had both hands on the handlebars, so I know I cannot fairly label him as Adam would. :-)))))))

      • BJ

        There really are some d**kh**ds moving among us. Such an assault deserves sanction.

        Sydney also has ill-conceived bike paths, and they generate many problems for cars, and for cyclists. We also have the delightful individuals who think it funny to spread broken glass in the bike lanes, oblivious to, or not caring, that, as part of the road, pedestrians also cross them, and many people with open or partially open shoes end up with cut feet.

        The basic underlying problem is that infrastructure hasn’t kept pace with population, and people are frustrated and angry at the time it takes to get anywhere, irrespective of how they travel, and it has reached the point where they are taking it out on the people around them, deserved or not. It is easy to say that everyone should calm down, but some people simply cannot control their feelings; resulting in name calling at one level, and worse as it escalates.

        It is incredibly depressing that there people about who feel they can abuse or harm others for doing very ordinary things.

        • Karen Dwyer

          Yes. But happily there are still the brave and the good and the kind and the honourable and the noble and the true and the gentle and the wise. So let’s think of them. And, despite the occasional setback, let’s count ourselves among that happy band of travellers 🙂

        • I think generally speaking there are too many cranky people crammed into very poorly designed (or not at all) cities, each individual competing for scarce personal space and each one angrily demanding their “rights”.

          Overdue for another Great Flood in my opinion.

  • entropy

    The Queensland Government is currently spending taxpayers’ monies on a new tranche of domestic violence television ads in which -you guessed it- all of the victims are adult women.

    The interesting thing here is that the campaign doesn’t focus on physical violence. The ubiquitous female victims, in this case, are instead being verbally and emotionally abused by the evil male partner. In one example, the poor, helpless victim is actually experiencing domestic violence via SMS (one of the more insidious and intrusive mediums of abuse, I’m sure we can all agree).

    Now, in these ads there is a child present, to illustrate how it is being vicariously abused by its mother’s failure to secure a healthy, productive relationship. Whoops… I mean by the evil penis man. There is no mention of the fact that the majority of emotional violence in relationships is perpetrated by women. No mention of the fact that the majority of domestic violence experienced by children is perpetrated by women. The female victim industry simply cannot countenance a victim of domestic violence who is not a grown adult with a vagina.

    The DV hysteria in this country is now a full-blown commercial industry that bears no resemblance to reality. It has become nothing more than a sick fairy tale to titillate unhealthy women who are aroused by the victimhood of their gender. In the wild, there would be alpha males to slap the hysteria out of these crazies, but in the socialist matriarchy that is Australia, most boys are being neutered and cuckified from a young age.

    Sadly, this was an entirely predictable outcome for a generation of young men raised by single women with entitlement issues.

    • Bikinis not Burkas

      My ex-wife a Christian tried on two occasions to injure me, divorced the bitch.
      Now I am married to a peaceful Buddhist.

      • entropy

        Namaste, brother. A peaceful, hot one I hope.

    • In the wild, even us Betas would never look twice at them, court them and marry them.

      I’m pretty sure most men do a minimal of vetting before proposing.

      If you have a woman who uncritically watches TV or reads ladies’ maps, you should presumably avoid.

  • OneFatOzGuy

    My observations about the Netherlands.:
    Netherlands is a cash driven country. Most places (even McDonald’s!) don’t accept credit cards.
    You can only top up your national rail card by credit card at the main airport and Amsterdam train station. Everywhere else is only for debit cards and coins (no notes!)
    You must have a minimum of €20 on the card before each trip. Touch on and they deduct that amount from your card. They refund you the difference when you touch off. Fail to touch off and you forfeit the full amount.
    Some parts of the Netherlands have become muslim majority where they moved in, locals moved out, Muslims voted their own into local government and then imposed alcohol bans on the areas. Know your area before you buy. A place might look cheap, but sometimes the cost is more than just money. A friend who left the Netherlands for Australia said he used to live in one of those areas before it became a target spot.
    Universities changed courses to be given in English so as to attract more foreign students. Some felt the move would cause the country to lose more of its identity.
    I was posted there for work for about a month many years ago, all expenses paid by credit card, but being unable to pay using it for most things, I came home and had to claim back thousands in out of pocket receipts.

    • Karen Dwyer


      If you can find the time, your observations would make an intriguing article. (In a good way!)

  • Minging

    Adam you must have found the most sanitised, elitist areas to observe. After spending the last three years working in Holland I can tell you there are scores of suburbs that could not be further from the truth and that’s not even including the ‘no-go’ zones. The under-current is palpable and omnipresent and increasingly so. Holland like the rest of Europe is imploding big time to the point of almost now return with wave after wave of third world predominantly Islamic ‘forced immigration’ and regressive sacrifice of critical thinking to the indoctrinating gods of identity politics and political correctness. Perhaps before your time is up you’d like me to name a few for you to visit? As and aside I’m certainly not denying the decay of our society here in Australia via the the very same vehicles.

  • entropy

    I read seats both ways but hey, it still works.

  • Naughty Ralphy….

  • Adam Piggott

    The butt-hurt in this thread is delicious.

  • Ram Ses

    This is EXCATLY the (positive) cultural shock I had experienced on moving to Germany from Canada.