There are several eccentric things one can do in her life.
Visiting the Roman museum in Dublin; trying to go clubbing in sleepy Bonn on a weekday; looking for a slice of pizza in Casablanca; go walking along traffic-jammed Rue the la Loi to get the feeling of Brussels; bringing your hairdrier at the Ngoro Ngoro campground; paying a Bedouin with credit card in the desert around Petra.
But age brings the wisdom - or mainstream-ness - and one may happen to end up doing also normal stuff, such as going back to Holland on the most Dutch of the days, Koningsdag, riding a bike for 20 km along the Amstel, finishing with a picture of a windmill and a slice of appelgebak.
And yet, why would one be too normal or too obvious. Why not getting a fine for speeding (by some extra 9 km) on an empty 5 lane-highway where the silly speed limit is set at 100 as a compromise with the environmentalist party?
