OK that’s it, grab your jacket. We are getting out of Amsterdam. Twice in this riling capital and I still haven’t learnt to love it. Only a one-hour train ride away, Delft is the perfect solution. This town gives you the most relaxing stroll by the emblematic Dutch canal, beautiful blue and white pottery, rich butter cookies and a peek into the life of Dutch Golden Age’s finest painter, Johannes Vermeer. No sight of cheap tasteless fish-net stockings. No terrible stench of smoking cannabis. Are you coming or are you coming?
It was 4 degree Celsius. We made it to the Scheveningen beach. And had ice-cream. I can’t think of a time that I’ve ever said no to any outings that involve activities on a landform along the coast of a sea.
The Hague (“Den Haag“) is only a 30-minute train ride away from Amsterdam. But tourists don’t go there. It is grey, metallic and a straightforward, all business city where big modern buildings prod the sky, and roads stretch so far and wide one is afraid to laugh too loud or even suggest some play time.
This trip to Den Haag, I had deliberately taken down some photos of my meals. As I’ve told you, I love popping into supermarkets and try to integrate myself with the locals – observe the food that they eat and, with bubbling excitement, dig out something interesting to try.
The first time I came across this Dutch retail chain was in France. The things in store are colour coordinated, which was really the first factor that drew me in. The Brits call it the “posh Poundland” (Poundland is a store where everything is sold for a pound. Think Daiso from Japan.) or the “Dutch Ikea”.