I’m excited to be uploading my next Travel Diaries entry! 😁 I’m gonna be really honest and I say I was way more conflicted than I should’ve been about whether to use ‘The Hague’ or ‘Den Haag’. Ultimately I chose for The Hague because I figured that more people would know the English name rather than the Dutch one.
Miguel and I met up again at the Bruna in the station. We went looking for vegetarian/ vegan food because at the time I was doing a project for school and Miguel was struggling with veganism. In the end, we just gave up and said fuck it and got Starbucks.
This time around, unlike when we went to Amsterdam, we didn’t have any plans or expectations. We just knew that we wanted to go to Scheveningen beach. Why? I don’t know. Don’t think we had a genuine reason.
We left the station after breakfast and started walking. I had never been to The Hague until this point, so I had no idea where we were going, so Miguel was our guide this time around. Sort of.
We wound up in what I believe is the centrum of The Hague. We wandered into — actually, I bolted and Miguel was forced to follow — De Bijenkorf, where we (I) spent some time perusing the high-end makeup and looking for potential Christmas presents.
In the end, we left empty-handed and went to the Passage.
We bumped into a Pandora, where I found a beautiful pair of earrings for my mom. After I paid and we left, we happened upon a Saint Nicholas (Sinterklaas) riding a horse through the street, accompanied by a couple of Black Petes (Zwarte pieten). Saint Nicholas and the Black Petes are characters of folklore here in the Netherlands and other places within the Dutch Kingdom (there are also variations in other countries based on Saint Nicholas but let’s not get into that). At the moment there’s a public debate on the subject that’s been going on for a couple of years now. It centers around Black Pete, and whether the character is an inherent form of racism or whether it’s just a character.
After a while, we decided to catch a bus to go to Scheveningen Beach. We were dropped off close to the Kurhaus at Scheveningen. There was an ice rink set up in front of the Kurhaus, and we debated whether to go ice skating or not, but ultimately we decided not to. Either that or gloves were mandatory and we didn’t have any.
Miguel wanted to go into the Kurhaus and walk around, but because of the buff and intimidating looking security guard, we decided not to do that either. I mean, I don’t know about you, but I’m not looking to get my ass kicked anytime soon. Regardless, we could appreciate the exterior of the Kurhaus. So that was still a plus.
View of the Kurhaus from Scheveningen Beach
We walked alongside the Kurhaus until we found an alleyway that led directly to Scheveningen Beach. I grew up around the sea, 19 years of beautiful beaches. Aruba is a small island. A beautiful one, surrounded by the deepest cerulean blue waters. With that in mind, imagine how it would feel to see the sea again after not having seen it for approximately 3 months. Sure, the water here is gray rather than blue, but something about seeing that huge salty body of water caused something in me to almost break. I didn’t expect such a strong emotion at seeing the sea again, especially such a gray one, but it was there. And I was happy that I got to see it again.
Miguel and I walked onto the beach, and I immediately regretted the idiocy of having worn heels to the fucking beach. It goes without saying that my heels were sinking into the ground. To this day I’m still surprised I didn’t break my ankle that day. We watched the surfers attempt to catch some waves — there weren’t a lot that day — and snapped pics of the place. At one point a super cute dog came by playing excitedly with a frisbee and I took waaaaaaaayyyy too many pictures of him.
Afterwards, Miguel and I went to the actual pier, enjoyed the view and took more pictures. We wanted to go on the Ferris wheel, but we weren’t sure how costly it would be so I decided to just go inside and have some lunch instead. Miguel had a veggie burger and I had a fish/ crab burger (it was lit ok, don’t judge). Because of how crowded it was, I couldn’t take out my camera for food pics. 🙁
After lunch, we continued to wander around Scheveningen Beach until it started turning dark, and then took a bus back to the centrum. Because it was still early-ish (it becomes dark early in November), we decided to go catch a movie. We wound up watching Moana (fun fact: It’s called Vaiana in Europe, apparently to avoid conflict with the name of an Italian porn star), and it was amaaaaazzziiinngg!!
After the movie, we went back to the station and we went home.
The Hague is definitely a place I haven’t seen enough of, and can’t wait till I go back again!
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