Escape to Paradise: Your Dream Bungalow Awaits in Noordwijkerhout!
Escape to Paradise? More Like… Almost Escaped: My Messy, Honest Review of That Dream Bungalow in Noordwijkerhout!
Okay, so "Escape to Paradise"… that’s a bold name, isn't it? Especially when you’re me, perpetually teetering between "optimistically hopeful" and "mildly cynical." I've just gotten back from this place in Noordwijkerhout (yeah, still butchering the pronunciation), and honestly? It was a ride. Let’s unpack this glorious, slightly over-promised, and occasionally frustrating dream bungalow, shall we? Buckle up, buttercups, because this is going to be a long, rambling, and probably highly subjective review.
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- Focus: Honest review of Escape to Paradise, highlighting both pros and cons, with a focus on accessibility, relaxation, dining, and general experience.
First Impressions & The Accessibility Hustle:
Right off the bat, let's talk Accessibility. This is HUGE for me. My best friend uses a wheelchair, and finding truly accessible places is a never-ending quest. Now, "Escape to Paradise" says it's accessible. And while it mostly delivers, it's not a flawless victory.
Wheelchair Accessible? Yes, technically. The common areas are generally good - wide hallways, elevators (thank GOD!), and ramps. The bungalows themselves seem designed with accessibility in mind… until you get to the bathroom. The shower? A bit of a squeeze. The grab bars? A little flimsy. It’s usable, but not perfectly designed for someone with mobility challenges. A definite area for improvement! I mean, come on, isn't accessibility the LAW?! And the future?!
Accessibility Rating: 7/10. Good effort, needs refinement.
Other Accessibility Wins: Elevators were reliable. Clear signage. I didn’t see any super steep inclines, except maybe the tiny little bump into the lobby. They really should smooth that out.
Rooms & The Great Wifi Gamble:
Okay, let's talk room specifics. We snagged a "Deluxe Bungalow" because, well, we wanted to escape a little. And honestly, it looked amazing online. (Pro-tip: pictures always lie… a little.)
- Available in all Rooms: AIR CONDITIONING (praise the heavens!), Free Wi-Fi, Air Conditioning, Safe Box, Hair Dryer, a Mini Bar…the basics are covered.
- Complimentary Tea & Coffee: A lifesaver! I like a good cuppa, and having it readily available makes a difference.
- Air Conditioning: (yes, I'm saying it again!) A MUST considering this was a summer getaway.
- Internet, Wi-Fi & The Great Wifi Gamble: The FREE Wi-Fi? Spotty. Like, REALLY spotty. It mostly worked, but there were times when I’d be staring at a loading circle, ready to scream. They also offered Internet Access – LAN, Internet Access – Wireless. I didn’t bother with LAN cable. I mean, who uses that anymore, right?! They also advertised Wi-fi in public areas. It was less spotty in public areas, but by "less spotty," I mean I could occasionally check my email.
- The Bed: Pretty comfy. We had an extra-long bed, which was nice for my friend who's tall. Bonus points!
- Minor Annoyances: The "window that opens" was a tiny little thing that barely let in any fresh air. And the in-room safe was… well, it worked, but felt like it was from the 1980s. Seriously, did it have a dial?
Cleanliness & Safety…And the Little Things That Save You:
Cleanliness is a big deal for me, especially these days. I’m a bit of a germaphobe, and I want to feel safe. (Plus, there's the pandemic thing still hanging around.)
- Cleanliness Rating: 8/10. Pretty good. Rooms were spotless, and the staff seemed to be taking things seriously.
- Hygiene Certification: YES! That’s good to know.
- Anti-viral cleaning products & Daily disinfection in common areas: Check! Peace of mind, people. Peace of mind!
- Rooms sanitized between stays: Thank goodness!
- Hand sanitizer: Available everywhere!
- Doorman: Very Polite.
- Room Sanitization Opt-out available: Nice touch, offering that flexibility.
- Staff trained in safety protocol: Good!
- Smoke alarms: Definitely present.
- Fire extinguisher: Another good sign.
The Spa…Where Relaxation Met Reality (With a Few Sputters):
Okay, let's dive into the REAL heart of the "Escape" promise: relaxation. This is where things got… interesting.
- Spa/Sauna: They have a spa, a sauna, and a steamroom. And a pool with a view! This is the stuff of dreams!
- Swimming Pool [outdoor]: Gorgeous! The outdoor pool was fantastic. The view overlooking the dunes was stunning. I spent hours just floating there. Now that was paradise.
- Body Wrap/Body Scrub/Massage: Yes, yes, and yes. I indulged. The massage was heaven after a long day's sightseeing, but the body wrap felt like I was wrapped in cling film. Honestly. It wasn't the most comfortable experience.
- Fitness Center/Gym/Fitness: Available, but small. I’m not much of a gym rat, so I didn’t use it, but it looked… functional.
- Sauna: The sauna was great. Very relaxing, very hot. Exactly what I needed.
- Steamroom: I preferred the sauna.
- Footbath: Didn't try it. Maybe next time.
Dining & The All-Important Question of Food:
Food, Glorious Food! This is a crucial part of any vacation, right? "Escape to Paradise" had a few options, and they were… varied.
Restaurants: They had a few restaurants. And there was Poolside Bar.
Breakfast: The Breakfast [buffet] was pretty good. A la carte in restaurant was there, but a bit overpriced.
- Asian Breakfast & Asian cuisine in restaurant: I’m always hesitant about Asian food in Europe, but it was surprisingly good.
- Western breakfast & Western cuisine in restaurant: Classic and boring, but reliably tasty.
Coffee/tea in restaurant: Yes! Needed.
Poolside bar: That was key. Cocktails by the pool? Pure bliss.
Snack bar: Handy for grabbing a quick bite.
Room service [24-hour]: Essential! Especially when you just want to wallow in your pajamas.
Vegetarian Restaurant: There was a restaurant with vegetarian options.
The Foodie Fumbles: The coffee? Not great. The desserts? Mostly pre-packaged. My expectations were a little higher than a box of cookies, ya know? But hey, it’s a hotel, not Michelin-starred restaurant central.
The Unexpected Treasure: The little coffee shop next to the lobby? Surprisingly good! I ended up getting my daily caffeine fix there.
The Annoyance: The lack of alternative meal arrangements. If you have any allergies or dietary restrictions, you have to plan WAY ahead.
Services & Conveniences…Where Things Get a Little Chaotic:
Ah, the small details. The things that can make or break a stay. This is where "Escape to Paradise" got a bit… disorganized.
- Business Facilities: They have things like Meeting/banquet facilities, Meeting stationery, and even a Xerox/fax in business center. But who even uses a fax machine anymore?!
- Concierge: They claim to have a concierge. But finding them wasn't always easy. Sometimes it felt like you were on your own, which isn't ideal.
- Cash withdrawal, Currency exchange, Invoice provided - convenient if you need it.
- Dry cleaning and Laundry service: A lifesaver for a longer stay.
- Gift/souvenir shop: Tiny, overpriced, and mostly filled with generic Dutch souvenirs. Skip it.
- Luggage storage, Safety deposit boxes and Elevator are all available, which should
Okay, buckle up, buttercups. This isn't your perfectly curated Instagram feed. This is real life, and we’re about to stumble, maybe fall, and probably laugh our arses off while pretending to be sophisticated travelers in a bungalow in Noordwijkerhout. Here we go…
The Noordwijkerhout Debacle (A Totally Unrealistic Itinerary)
Day 1: Arrival and The Great Cheese Conspiracy
- Morning (or when-ever-the-hell-we-wake-up): Arrival at Schiphol. Okay, so… I’m not gonna lie. My luggage is always a disaster. This time, I packed a LOT of emergency chocolate. Because. Dutch people LOVE chocolate, right? Maybe I'll score extra points with the locals by sharing.
- Transportation: Apparently, trains are a thing. (Shudders). After the chaos of Amsterdam airport, I swear I saw a guy wrestling a suitcase that was bigger than a small dog. The train ride to Noordwijkerhout… scenic. Green fields, cows, the occasional windmill winking at you. Trying to look cultured, I actually managed to read some of my book (about the history of cheese, of course).
- Afternoon: Check into the "Lovely Bungalow". "Lovely" is a subjective term, right? (Cue dramatic eye roll). But honestly, it's cute. Cozy. The garden is… well, it's a garden. Full of green things that I'm pretty sure I can't identify. Unpacking, I swear to God, I always overpack. Every trip.
- Late Afternoon/Evening: THE CHEESE TRUTH IS OUT THERE. Apparently, Noordwijkerhout has its own Kaaswinkel (that's cheese shop for slow learners like me). This is where the cheese conspiracy begins. I’m talking Gouda, Edam… all those creamy, salty, delicious things. I spend a good 30 minutes awkwardly trying to describe what I want in broken Dutch (which is like a toddler learning Klingon). The cheese guy (who probably doesn’t know Dutch at all) just smiles and offers me a sample. I take it ALL.
- Dinner: My attempt at "cooking" in the bungalow kitchen. I tried to make a salad. It’s mostly lettuce and tomatoes. Then I added some Gouda. Yeah, okay, I'm a cheese-guzzling fiend.
- Evening: Staring into the fire (the fire is, in my imagination, I have no idea where and how I would build a fire). Contemplating the existential meaning of cheese. Maybe I'm a bit too much cheese.
Day 2: Tulips, Tears, and Total Tourist Trap Triumph
- Morning: TULIPS! (Again). Keukenhof Gardens or whatever they are called. Honestly, I was prepared to be utterly overwhelmed by the sheer volume of flowers. I didn't prepare myself for the amount of other people. It was a glorious, kaleidoscopic, Instagram-ready explosion of colour. Did I take 1000 photos of them? Probably.
- Transportation: Buses and trams. I got lost. Twice. But hey, I'm pretty sure I saw a local getting lost too, and he was probably in the same place as me. Solidarity.
- Afternoon: Lunch at a pancake house. Okay, I've died and gone to heaven. These pancakes are ridiculous. I might've ordered, like, four. Don't judge me, I'm on holiday. I spent a good portion of the afternoon sprawled in a chair, happily comatose and wondering if I could actually become a pancake.
- Late Afternoon: Beach Day! The beach at Noordwijk aan Zee. The wind is insane, but the view is stunning. The North Sea is powerful, grey, and endlessly fascinating. I tried to build a sandcastle. It collapsed. I started to build another one, more elaborate one. It collapsed. So I sat there, watching the waves crash against the shore, feeling small and insignificant and gloriously happy all at once.
- Evening: Back at the bungalow, again. Watching whatever’s on Dutch TV. The Dutch understand fashion. Maybe I'll try to dress more Dutch.
- Food: Cheese (again!). Seriously, I've become one of the cheese!
Day 3: The Museum of Mostly-Empty Canvases and Emotional Breakdown (It’s Okay, Though)
- Morning: Visit a museum. (Okay, I'm not going to lie, museums bore me. But I feel obligated to seem "cultured"). I actually went to a museum - the Museum de Zwarte Tulp. It was okay, I guess. (I've now decided that I'm not going to lie, I'm not going to like Museums.)
- Transportation: The trusty (and sometimes treacherous) Dutch bus system.
- Afternoon: (This is what's known in the trade as "the emotional breakdown".) I am not going to tell you the reasons, they are to personal. I cried and had a cup of tea and tried to call my mother, who would probably have been concerned if I had gotten to her. It was a bad day.
- Late Afternoon/Evening: Went to a bar. Did a little bit of overthinking. Drank some very good (and probably expensive) Dutch beer. Realized that, hey, feeling bad is okay sometimes. I'm still here. I ate a bitterballen the size of my head. (Comfort food. I recommend it.)
- Evening: Sleep.
Day 4: Farewell, Cheese! (For Now)
- Morning: One last walk. Took one last walk around our bungalow. Ate the last of the cheese, of course. Tried not to think about going home.
- Transportation: Train back to the airport. (Still not sure if I got the right one).
- Afternoon: Airport chaos. Luggage drama. Chocolate emergency supply depletion.
- Evening: Plane. Home. Probably smelling faintly of Gouda.
Final Thoughts:
This wasn't a perfect trip. Things went wrong. I probably overspent. I ate too much cheese. I definitely looked like a tourist. But it was my trip. It was messy, and imperfect, and full of cheese-induced joy. And that's what made it perfect. I would go back in a heartbeat. Now, where’s my emergency stash of Dutch snacks…?
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So, uh... what *is* "Escape to Paradise" in Noordwijkerhout, exactly? Sounds a bit, you know, *aspirational*.
Alright, buckle up, because this is where it gets messy. "Escape to Paradise" is basically a marketing spiel for... well, a rental bungalow near the beach in Noordwijkerhout. They paint a picture, oh yes, sunshine, happy families, the smell of waffles... But the reality? Well, that depends. I mean, the brochure shows a pristine white beach, right? The reality is often... a bit windblown. Trust me, I went there. And yes, there were waffles, sometimes. More on that later.
Okay, okay. Beach, bungalows... is it really "paradise"? And what's up with Noordwijkerhout? Sounds like a tongue twister!
"Paradise" is doing some heavy lifting there. Look, Noordwijkerhout is, uh... charming. It's Dutch, so expect windmills (maybe!), bikes everywhere, and people who *actually* manage to look stylish in rain gear. The beach? Nice. Can be glorious. But paradise? Let's be real. The Dutch weather is unpredictable. One minute you're feeling all "Golden Age painting," the next you're huddled under a leaky awning fighting off a rogue gale. I'd classify it more as "pleasant and occasionally spectacular."
What kind of bungalows are we talking about? Luxurious? Basic? Do they have a washing machine? (Because, you know, sandy jeans are a real life problem.)
That's the golden question, isn't it? The brochure showed sleek, modern interiors. The reality? Can vary wildly. Some are definitely more 'charming rusticity' than 'luxury villa.' Washing machines *can* be a thing, but check the listing carefully! The last time I went, the washing machine looked like it had been through the war... but hey, it worked, eventually. The important thing: bring your own clothes.
So, what's actually *good* about "Escape to Paradise"? Besides the potential for a washing machine...
Okay, okay, let me give it the love it deserves. When it's *good*, it's really, really good. The beach is great for walks, especially with a dog (if the bungalow allows it - another thing to check!). The sunsets? Stunning. Like, make-you-forget-your-problems stunning. Plus, the Dutch are chill. Seriously, wonderfully chill. You can rent a bike and just... *be*. Cycle through tulip fields (seasonally, of course!), grab a *stroopwafel* (essential!), and breathe in the salty air. When that sun hits your face after a long winter, it's pure magic.
What's the catch? There's ALWAYS a catch, right?
Oh, the catch? Buckle up, buttercup.
- The Wind: Did I mention the wind? It's a *feature*. Pack a parka. And maybe a small anchor.
- The Crowds (Summer): It gets busy. Very busy. Finding a parking spot can be a competitive sport.
- The Flies: They exist. They're annoying. Bring bug spray.
- The Bungalow's Actual State: Read reviews. Carefully. Photos can be... misleading.
- And the Waffles!!! They can be difficult to find... especially if you forgot to bring your own waffle iron like I did. I was devastated. Waffle-less, heartbroken.
Tell me more about the waffle incident! YOU CAN'T JUST MENTION WAFFLES AND THEN LEAVE ME HANGING!
Alright, alright, fine. The waffle incident. It haunts me, I tell you. I dreamt of golden-brown, crispy-on-the-outside, fluffy-on-the-inside Dutch waffles. I envisioned myself, smugly enjoying them on the beach, watching the waves crash. I brought the syrup! I brought the whipped cream! But I forgot one crucial piece of equipment: the waffle iron. The bungalow *didn't* have one. I looked everywhere! The kitchen cupboard, under the sink, even, just *maybe*, in the back of the fridge... nothing. My dreams of waffle-filled bliss were dashed against the rocky Dutch shoreline. I had to *buy* waffles from a street vendor, which, don't get me wrong, were good... but NOT the same! It was a tragedy. A true tragedy. I highly recommend bringing your own waffle iron. Learn from my mistakes, people!
Is it really worth it? Should I actually consider "Escape to Paradise"?
Honestly? It depends. If you're expecting perfect, Instagram-worthy luxury, maybe not. If you're looking for a low-key, slightly quirky, and occasionally windswept getaway with a chance of waffles and beautiful sunsets, then yeah, absolutely. Just be prepared for a little bit of... reality. Embrace the imperfections. Laugh at the wind. And for the love of all that is holy, check for a waffle iron! Or, you know, pack your own.
Anything else I should know? Like, specific tips for surviving and thriving in Noordwijkerhout?
Okay, here's the unvarnished truth, the real deal:
- Learn a few basic Dutch phrases. "Dankjewel" (thank you) goes a long way. "Waar is de wc?" (Where is the toilet?) is invaluable.
- Rent a bike. Seriously. Do it. It's the best way to explore.
- Embrace the rain. It happens. A lot. Pack waterproof everything.
- Go to the local markets. Fresh cheese, bread, and flowers are mandatory.
- Don't be afraid to get lost. That's where the real adventures happen.
- Pack a waffle iron. I can't stress this enough. Please.
- Bring an open mind and a sense of humour. You'll need it. Trust me.
So, after all this, would you go back?
You know what? Yes. Despite the wind, the occasional disappointment, and the utter waffle-related trauma, yes. I'd go back. ThereHotel Explorers
