Out for a drive in our rental Tesla, to the windmill village at the Zaanse Schans.

Fran’s sister, Helen, has joined us, flying in from Australia yesterday. Their parents immigrated to Australia from Holland when Helen was seven and Fran was two months before birth.

Our cousins opted out of the touristy outing. As tourists ourselves, we loved it. Interesting to see the wooden cogs and engineering used to harness the wind power to roll 3000kg stone wheels.

Our own 2000kg wheels (the Tesla), waited in the car park, charged up earlier from the much larger wind turbines that dot the Netherlands.

We were surprised to find that the only public toilet here has a couple of attendants to ensure that you pay by credit card to go through the turnstile. I can’t imagine that the €1 entry fee covers the overhead of ensuring that you pay. It’s just weird.