Escape to Paradise: Your Dream Forest Apartment Awaits in Eext!
Escape to Paradise: My Jungle Boogie in Eext! (A Messy, Honest Review)
Okay, buckle up buttercups, 'cause I'm about to spill the beans, the tea, and maybe a little bit of the hotel coffee on Escape to Paradise: Your Dream Forest Apartment Awaits in Eext!. I'm talking dirt, the good, the bad, the "wait, did I forget my toothbrush??" of this supposed slice of heaven in, well, Eext. Let's dive in, shall we?
First off, Accessibility. Now, I'm not a mobility-challenged person, but I did appreciate the info. They say it's accessible. I saw an elevator, which is a HUGE plus. But honestly, navigating the whole place felt a bit of a scramble to me. Still, good on them for trying to be inclusive.
Cleanliness and Safety: Alright, this is where things get intensely personal. I went in with all sorts of covid-y anxieties buzzing in my brain. And here's the verdict: they TRIED. I saw signs about anti-viral cleaning products, daily disinfection in common areas, and the staff seemed legitimately trained in safety protocols. They even have individually-wrapped food options (bless!). I may have been slightly paranoid, but those hand sanitizers were like little oases of germ-killing goodness. I did see them actually sanitizing rooms between stays, which gave me a tiny, tiny bit of comfort. But, and this is a big BUT, the whole thing still felt…a little…sterile? Like everyone was holding their breath. Maybe they could loosen up a bit? Breathe, people, BREATHE!
Rooms – Where the Magic (and Mild Disappointments) Happen: Okay, let's talk about the actual apartment. It was…beautiful. I mean, the marketing materials didn't lie. I had a blackout curtains that were amazing! The carpet was soft, the bedding was clean, and they had the obligatory in-room safe box. The views through the massive window that opens? Stunning. I found the complimentary tea a touch weak, mind you. And, the coffee/tea maker was definitely not a Nespresso. Don't expect perfection, folks, just a solid apartment.
Internet – My Digital Lifeblood (and occasional Enemy): Yes, the Wi-Fi [free] was free and available across the whole place. I was pretty happy, but I did get a little testy after a few hours of nothing but buffering. Thank goodness for the Internet access – LAN, although who uses LAND anymore? I did get some work done, but it wasn't ideal.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking – Food, Glorious Food! (Mostly): Here's where things got…interesting. They have restaurants, and a poolside bar, and the possibility of room service [24-hour]. I was dying for a burger. The bar was good. The poolside bar even better. The burger? It was…fine. I did enjoy the bottle of water. They could certainly make this part of the stay even better.
They offer Asian cuisine in the restaurant, a vegetarian restaurant, a western breakfast. I didn't try any of those. Sorry. I'm a burger and fries kind of guy.
Things to Do, Ways to Relax, and Getting Pampered (or Not): Okay, this is where Escape to Paradise should have, well, escaped. They have a spa. And a sauna. And a swimming pool. And a gym/fitness center. Now, I love a good sauna, and I was pumped to hit that swimming pool. That's when I discovered something was off. The pool with view? It was…OK. Nothing special. The steamroom was a little bit musty.
However, here's a fun fact: I did spend a good hour doing a foot bath and it was glorious. I’m a fan of all things foot-related. It was, truly, divine. I nearly fell asleep.
Services and Conveniences – The Little Things (that Matter): They have a concierge (helpful), daily housekeeping, laundry service (thank god!), and a convenience store. They also boast facilities for disabled guests, which got me a little teary-eyed. I love to see inclusivity. I definitely used the cash withdrawal—they have a machine. And, of course, the elevator.
For the Kids – Babysitters and…Stuff?: They claim to be family/child friendly, with a babysitting service. Fine. I didn’t have kids with me.
Getting Around – Whee! (Or Not): They offer airport transfer, and, yes, car park [free of charge]! Definitely use that.
Now, for the good bits:
- The room was beautifully designed, with a view.
- The staff are very willing to help, particularly for the food situation.
- Location is great.
My "Escape to Paradise" Final Verdict - A Mixed Bag, Baby!
Look, "Escape to Paradise" isn't perfect. It's a bit rough around the edges. But, honestly? I had fun. The place is pretty well-appointed, and the staff, though maybe a little stressed, is genuinely trying. The fact that this place is in Eext may be off-putting to some.
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Escape to Paradise: Stunning Noordwijk Holiday Home Just Steps From the Sea!
Okay, hold onto your clogs, because we're about to embark on what I'm calling "Operation: Dutch Forest Fever." This isn't your perfectly curated, Instagram-filtered itinerary. This is the raw, unfiltered experience – the kind that leaves you smelling faintly of forest floor and wondering if you actually saw a badger.
Itinerary: Apartment in the Forest of Eext, Aa en Hunze, Netherlands (AKA: My Sanity's Last Stand)
Day 1: Arrivals and (Almost) Complete Panic
14:00 - Getting Here (A Saga): The drive from Schiphol? Ugh. Google Maps, bless its algorithmic heart, decided "scenic route" meant "twelve villages and a near-brush with a cow the size of a small car." I swear, I saw more windmills than human beings. The GPS voice had this infuriatingly calm tone, like, "Recalculating… you will now be driving directly into a field of tulips." My blood pressure? Already higher than the damn windmills.
16:00 - Check-in and the Apartment That Time Forgot: Okay, so the apartment is in the forest. Like, actually in the middle of nowhere. It's charming, in that "grandma's house with too many doilies" kind of way. And the smell… a delightful blend of damp wood, old books, and, I'm pretty sure, a faint whisper of rabbit. I immediately started searching for the Wi-Fi password, because, let's face it, modern life is an addiction. Found it! (Much relief)
17:00 - The First Forest Walk (and a Near-Deer-Related Breakdown): Right, "embrace nature," they said. "Get some fresh air," they chirped. So, I set off. Now, I'm not a wilderness guru. My usual "forest" is a sad little strip of trees in my local park. Thirty seconds in, and I'm practically hyperventilating. The rustling leaves sound like whispered conversations. I swear a deer eyed me and then looked away like it had seen something it didn't want to see.
18:00 - Dinner Attempted: "Authentic Dutch cuisine" it said in the local grocery store. "Bitterballen" I remember the name. Well, lets just say it was "meh." or less. And for dessert, a stroopwafel from the jar, because why the hell not?
20:00 - Bedtime Ritual: I tried to read some books but then I thought I heard noises in the dark and spent the next hour looking for where the noise came from.
Day 2: Cycling Calamities and the Church Bells of Doom
08:00 - Dutch Breakfast Debacle: They call it "hagelslag" (chocolate sprinkles) on toast, so I figured I was in good shape, until I bit into it. The taste of the bread, the sweetness of the sprinkles, my god.
10:00 - Bike Adventure: Because, Netherlands. Apparently, biking is a national sport. So, I attempted to join the club. Remember the "cow the size of a small car" from yesterday? Let's just say I had a repeat performance, but this time, I was cycling. I nearly took out a family of ducks in desperation of safety. My Dutch biking skills? Let's go with 'developing.'
12:00 - Lunch in the Forest: I found a bench and the sandwiches are starting to taste OK.
14:00 - The Church Bells of Doom (and Soul-Searching): There's a church nearby. And its bells. They chime. Every. Half. Hour. The first few times were quaint. Now? I'm convinced they're a coded message. I'm pretty sure they're trying to drive me mad. I spent an hour just staring at the ceiling, trying to figure out what "ding-dong-ding" translated to. Probably, "Go home. Now."
16:00 - The One Thing I Actually Enjoyed: The Forest Floor: I sat there for an hour enjoying the sunlight streaming down, the air was so fresh.
19:00 - Dinner at Local Pub: I wanted to go for Dutch cuisine. But after that bitterballen I said never again. Ate a steak.
21:00 - More Noises and Insomnia: Oh god, the noises from the apartment. And tomorrow I have to leave.
Day 3: Farewell (and a Dash for Freedom)
09:00: The last breakfast.
10:00 - Leaving: In my haste to escape the church bells (seriously, they're still ringing, even now, in my memory!), I'm pretty sure I left a sock behind. I'm not going back.
12:00 - Back to reality: I am never going back to the forest again.
Overall Rating: 2 out of 5 stars. The forest was beautiful, I'll give it that. But the church bells, the biking, the food… let's just say I'm ready for a hot shower and a pizza. And maybe, just maybe, a long, long dose of silence. Until next time, Netherlands..
P.S. If anyone sees a sock, please send it to someone… anyone… who loves the forest. I do not. And if you see a badger in Eext, please give him a wide berth. He deserves peace.
P.P.S. And someone, for the love of all that is holy, turn off those bells. I can still hear them! Ding-dong-ding… shudders
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