Amsterdam, Netherlands

I met up with Pieter today. I've known him for many, many years now, and we see each other once or twice a year. Today we had decided that we'd be going to a spa in Almere, where he lives. I had mentioned to him that I'd be in Almere Central Station at 2 in the afternoon. Here's a map of where Almere is and how I got there... There's a story to this...
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As you can see, Amsterdam and Almere are quite close to each other. Amsterdam, the ancient city, and Almere, a very young city (basically a suburb) on reclaimed land. The dark blue line is the direct train line between the two cities, and it's about 16.5 miles. Easy, takes you there in no time - if you have any desire to go to Almere of course, because it has the reputation of being quite a boring place without any real character.
Today, however, maintenance work on the regular train tracks meant that I would have to travel via the red line. That would mean, taking a train from Amsterdam Central, and then changing trains in Duivendrecht, just south of Amsterdam, and then directly to Almere. Not a problem. There are loads of trains on either track and there was hardly any waiting time at Duivendrecht between connecting trains. The red line is just over 19 miles, so really not an issue. The Dutch rail travel planner on my iPod told me that my train from Amsterdam Central would stop in Duivendrecht (where I would change trains to Almere), the internet planner said that my train would stop in Duivendrecht, the announcer at Amsterdam Central told me that my train would stop in Duivendrecht, and even the announcer on the actual train told me that my train would stop in Duivendrecht:
"Ladies and gentlemen," she announced on the train's loudspeaker system, "our next stop will be Duivendrecht, where you can change trains for Almere, Lelystad and the Airport. Our train will continue to Arnhem and will also stop in Utrecht. Next stop: Duivendrecht. Passengers for Almere, please alight here."
The only problem was that, as this announcement was made, we had already raced through Duivendrecht station. It seemed that everyone knew that we were stopping in Duivendrecht, except for our train driver, who dutifully raced us to Utrecht. Another train driver who was travelling as a passenger on the train and who also had had to alight in Duivendrecht, raced to the driver's cabin (where I happened to be standing, waiting to alight), opened the door and said "Hey! You should have stopped in Duivendrecht!". "Oh. Whoops," was the only reply from the driver. And so it was that I visited Utrecht, quite unexpectedly, before I could find a connecting train to Almere. The purple line, which is the line I ultimately travelled is just over 50 miles, so rather a big detour. Still, I made it to Almere, slightly delayed (thank heavens for mobile phones) and still managed to have a great time with Pieter in the Almere, even though that was fairly quiet. The picture shows the top deck of an old style Dutch double decker train that took me from Utrecht to Almere.
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