The world reopens after the COVID-19 pandemic. Camping De Lakens nestled in the dunes of the Dutch coast seemed a good enough place to start. Queue sand dunes, sea, chiringuitas & Aperol Spritz. Our new Decathlon air beds were really quite something too.
It was high season, and we were late booking, so a straight run of nights at De Lakens was out. No matter. Camping Zeeburg, just down the road in Amsterdam had space for a few days (I say “road” – it was the 6-lane circular around the city – not for the faint hearted).
The campsite had a gathering of 50s rockers, all with immaculate vintage cars (+ one converted black Routemaster bus) and fine tastes in rock ‘n’ roll.
Our attempts to head into town on the first evening was an epic misunderstanding of the bridge indicated on the map supplied by the campsite. The next day, we got the hang of it. A lot of walking, drinking beer and eating loaded kimchi fries followed.
The next morning, with a van loaded with Henri Willig cheese, we headed back to De Lakens. Some of that cheese was meant as gifts for friends and family but some of that never made it. Cheese, wine and sand dunes at sunset was just too good an offer.
