Naaldwijk Escape: Your Dreamy Water Lodge Awaits in a National Park!
Naaldwijk Escape: My Dreamy (and Slightly Chaotic) Water Lodge Adventure in the National Park! (A Very Honest Review)
Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because I've just returned from a whirlwind of relaxation and mild chaos at Naaldwijk Escape, and I'm ready to spill the (eco-friendly, I assume!) tea. This isn't some polished travelogue; it's a raw, unfiltered, slightly sleep-deprived account of my experience. Think of it as a digital postcard, complete with smudge marks and the faint scent of chlorine.
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Accessibility: The Good, The Confusing, and The Slightly Frustrating.
Right, let's get the accessibility stuff out of the way first. Important stuff, this. The website claims things and, let's be honest, 'claims' are often… optimistic. In general, Naaldwijk Escape does try. They have dedicated accessible rooms, which I didn't personally experience, but based on the information (and my snooping, let's be real), they seem well-equipped. There's a lift, and ramps are plentiful. Wheelchair Accessible. Yes, mostly. But…
Now, the confusing part: The entrance to the main restaurant had a minor step up. A VERY minor one, but still. It wasn't a dealbreaker, but it did make me wonder if the "full accessible" label was a tad premature. It's the little things, right? The devil's in the details, and sometimes, the accessibility devil hides behind a tiny, seemingly insignificant step.
And the frustrating bit? The signage. Sometimes, things were a little unclear. "Accessible route to the pool" might be improved with a few more clearly placed signs to avoid any unnecessary stress.
On-site accessible restaurants / lounges: I didn't get a chance to check if there are specifically 'accessible' lounges as such. But restaurants were generally accessible as above.
Food, Glorious Food (And My Digestive System's Adventures):
Okay, let's talk grub. The restaurants are decent. They offer a good mix of International cuisine in restaurant and local options. A la carte in restaurant, but also with Breakfast [buffet]. The Buffet in restaurant had a little of everything. I'd say I enjoyed the Asian breakfast more than expected. The Coffee/tea in restaurant was solid; I'm a caffeine addict, and I survived. They also have a Poolside bar, which is perfect for pretending you're a sophisticated jet-setter.
A word to the wise: pacing yourself is crucial. The portions are generous. And…uh…I might have overdone it one evening. Let’s just say I spent a considerable amount of time contemplating the beauty of the Steamroom after a particularly ambitious meal. Shudders delicately. The Desserts in restaurant were particularly tempting… I can't say no to a good dessert, ugh.
Dining, drinking, and snacking: The choices are pretty solid – from Breakfast service (get the waffles!) to Room service [24-hour] for those late-night cravings. The Snack bar is a lifesaver. I appreciated the Alternative meal arrangement as it was good to see options if you've got certain needs or dietary requirements.
Things to Do (Or Not Do, As I Mostly Did):
Let's be honest, the main thing to do at Naaldwijk Escape is… relax. It's the whole point, right?
- Ways to relax: I did my fair share of this. Lounging by the Swimming pool [outdoor] (which is gorgeous, by the way. Pool with a beautiful view!) was a daily ritual. Reading a book on the Terrace of my water lodge was pure bliss. The view, the calm… It was perfect.
- Spa Time: This is where things got really good. I caved and booked a Massage, which was heavenly. I also dipped into the Sauna, Steamroom, Spa/sauna. They had a Spa with various treatments. I wanted to try nearly all of them, but budget and time restrictions, sadly, meant I had to just go for the massage.
- Fitness Center: I glanced at the Gym/fitness, but let's just say my exercise regime was limited to walking from the lodge to the pool… and back. Hey, I was on vacation!
- Body scrub, Body wrap: I was tempted! I heard great things from my neighbours. They looked incredible.
Cleanliness and Safety: The Pandemic Edition
Look, it feels like a lifetime ago, but the pandemic is still a thing. Naaldwijk Escape seems to take it seriously. They had all the usual measures in place:
- Hand sanitizer everywhere.
- Staff trained in safety protocol.
- Physical distancing of at least 1 meter.
- Rooms sanitized between stays.
- Rooms sanitized between stays.
- The entire place felt clean and well-maintained.
- Anti-viral cleaning products and Sterilizing equipment are mentioned.
Rooms: My Little Floating Paradise (With a Few Quirks)
The water lodge was the star of the show. It was modern, spacious, and had everything you could want:
- Free Wi-Fi (and it actually worked, which is a win!). I also notice Internet access – wireless is also mentioned
- Air conditioning – essential in the summer.
- Coffee/tea maker – a lifesaver in the mornings.
- Free bottled water. A very important touch!
- Bathtub - perfect for soaking away the day.
- Balcony - and it’s amazing.
- Additional toilet. I didn’t get a chance to use this, but I'm still glad it's there.
Now, for the quirks. My lodge was close to the main path, so I could hear people walking and talking. The Soundproofing was mostly effective, but I did get a bit of noise now and then. Also, the lighting was a tad…romantic. Meaning, a bit dim. I needed a flashlight to read at night. Maybe I'm just getting old, but a little more light wouldn't go amiss. The Blackout curtains, on the other hand, were fabulous. Slept like a log!
Services and Conveniences (The Little Things That Matter):
- Concierge – helpful and friendly.
- Daily housekeeping – spotless!
- Luggage storage – very useful.
- Elevator – thank goodness.
- Cashless payment service.
- Safety deposit boxes.
- Car park [free of charge].
- Car power charging station.
For the Kids (And Those Who Are Kids at Heart):
I didn't have any kids with me, but Naaldwijk Escape seemed very Family/child friendly. They had Kids facilities and a Babysitting service (which I didn't try). I saw a few families having a whale of a time; the pool alone is a kid-magnet.
Getting Around: Navigating the Logistics
- Car park [on-site]: Definitely a bonus.
- Airport transfer: Availability could be checked directly with the hotel.
- Taxi service: Available.
The Verdict (In a Nutshell):
Naaldwijk Escape is a fantastic place to unwind. It's beautiful, relaxing, and generally well-equipped. It’s a bit of an adventure, too – in a good way! Just be prepared for a few minor quirks and the occasional moment of mild chaos (probably courtesy of yours truly). Highly recommended for a weekend of pure, unadulterated chill. I'll be back. Possibly with a slightly stronger flashlight. And I'll try to stay away from the dessert buffet. Mostly.
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Okay, buckle up, Buttercup, because this is going to be less "polished travelogue" and more "unfiltered rant with a healthy dose of existential dread… and maybe some good times too." We're headed to some swanky-sounding "Modern lodge on the water" in a Dutch National Park near Naaldwijk. Buckle up, folks, because this is going to be a wild ride.
The "Plan" (Hah!) - Or, More Like, My General Directional Thrust
Day 1: Touchdown and Tidal Tears
- Morning (ish): Arrive at Schiphol Airport. Ugh. The fluorescent lights alone are enough to make me question all my life choices. Finding the damn rental car is always a Herculean feat. Last time, I swear I ended up in the airport's janitorial closet. The smell of bleach still haunts my dreams.
- Afternoon (ish): Navigate the Dutch countryside. Okay, maybe not navigate. More like bumble my way through a labyrinth of windmills, canals, and bicycles that seem to have the right-of-way (and probably should). My GPS is my only friend. And occasionally, my sworn enemy, leading me down cobblestone paths meant for dainty, historical horses, not my overly-enthusiastic SUV.
- Late Afternoon/Early Evening: FINALLY arrive at the lodge. Pray to the travel gods it actually is on the water, and more importantly, that it looks like the photos. I've been catfished by Airbnbs before. Once I got a "cozy studio apartment" that turned out to be a cupboard.
- Evening: Unpack. Probably overpack. (Do I really need six different pairs of shoes? Yes. Yes, I do.) Crack open a bottle of wine (Dutch, hopefully. If not, well, at least it's alcohol) and stare out at the water. This is the "zen" moment. Until the mosquitoes come. And the realization dawns that I forgot the bug spray. Cue dramatic sigh.
Day 2: Windmills, Whims, and a Whole Lot of Wonder
- Morning: Actually leave the lodge. This requires significant mental preparation. I'm a creature of habit, and by now, the water view has me mesmerized and the wifi is working. I'm already 100% considering the merits of just staying glued to my laptop. But no, I must venture out.
- Mid-Morning: Visit a windmill. Because, Netherlands. Try not to get decapitated by the spinning blades. Take approximately a million photos. Consider adopting a quirky Dutch phrase (the "gezellig" one is already in my vocabulary after only 5 seconds of exposure).
- Lunch: Find a charming little cafe that's probably serving something completely unfamiliar. Order it anyway. Embrace the unknown. Possibly end up hating it. (That's okay! It happens to the best of us.)
- Afternoon: Wandering… maybe a boat tour? Not sure. Depends if I'm feeling brave (and if the Dutch weather is cooperating). Get lost. That's the travel credo, right?
- Evening: Dinner at a restaurant. Try not to sound like an utter tourist. Fail miserably. Order something completely unpronounceable and then complain about it. Bask in the feeling of being completely foreign and possibly clueless.
Day 3: Doubling Down on the Experience… of Being Completely Lost
- Morning: Okay, I HAVE to conquer that canal tour. The images are just screaming at me through the internet, and let's be real… I'm already here. And let's also be real… I'm probably going to get hopelessly lost afterward.
- Mid-Morning/Afternoon: Okay, let's just dive in. The canal tour. This is where the magic happens. Or where I become deeply aware of my crippling seasickness. I'm already picturing the swaying boat, the glassy water… and me, clutching a bag and trying not to hurl. But even if I spent half the time wanting to vomit, at least my body will be experiencing something besides the indoor office light.
- Late Afternoon: After the boat tour, I guess I'm hungry. Time to track down a local patat store. Deep-fried things are easy to eat. Easy to inhale. Great.
- Evening: Stroll along the water again, contemplate life, maybe write some terrible poetry. Drink way too much of that Dutch wine, and attempt to stargaze (assuming there aren't too many lights). Maybe I'll stay up until 3 in the morning writing in my notepad about the feelings of being utterly and totally inadequate, and get all sorts of depressed but then realize how special I am.
Day 4: Dutch Delights and Departures (and a Whole Lot of Regret)
- Morning: One last Dutch breakfast. Pancakes or waffles or whatever those magical carbohydrate creations are. Savour every bite, because tomorrow I'll be back to eating sad desk lunches.
- Mid-Morning: Wander around the park one last time. Try to soak it all in. Realize that I'm going to miss this. Also, realize I probably haven't learned anything new about myself. (But hey, I tried.)
- Afternoon: Pack. Curse myself for overpacking. Curse myself for not buying that extra-large suitcase. Sigh.
- Late Afternoon/Evening: Drive back to Schiphol. The airport. The dreaded airport. Buy a bunch of Dutch souvenirs I don't need. Try to eat all the stroopwafels before security.
- Evening/Night: Board the plane. Try not to cry. Mostly fail. Realize I could have done so much better. Start planning my next (slightly less disastrous) adventure.
A Messy, Honest (and Possibly Overly Dramatic) Travelogue
This isn't a perfect plan. In fact, it's probably more of an anti-plan. There will be screw-ups. There will be moments of profound beauty, and moments of wanting to curl up in a ball and hide. The Dutch weather will likely throw a wrench in everything. My GPS will betray me. But isn't that the whole point? To embrace the chaos, the imperfections, the utterly human experience of being a complete fish out of water?
And who knows, maybe I'll actually enjoy myself. Maybe I'll even learn a thing or two. Or at the very least, come back with some truly embarrassing stories to tell. Now, if only I can find that darn bug spray… Wish me luck, friends. I'm going in. (Hopefully not the janitor's closet again.)
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Naaldwijk Escape: Your Dreamy Water Lodge - Or Is It? A Messy FAQ
Okay, so "Dreamy Water Lodge" sounds...nice. Is it *actually* dreamy? Be honest, ya know, because online reviews are sus.
Alright, alright, let's ditch the sugarcoating. It's...mostly dreamy. The idea of it is *definitely* dreamy. Waking up on the water, the sun dappling through the reeds… that's pure bliss. I went with my best friend, Brenda, and the first morning? Magic. Birds chirping, the gentle rocking… Brenda even had a tiny tear in her eye, she’s a real softie.
*But*… life rarely stays perfectly dreamy. Like, the "gentle rocking" became "holy-cow-I-think-I'm-gonna-be-seasick rocking" when a barge went by. And remember that gorgeous sunrise? Couldn't see it properly because I forgot my glasses. Turns out, Brenda's a snorer. So, yeah, dreamy-ish. Bring earplugs, strong glasses, and maybe a little Dramamine. Just sayin'.
The website promised "uninterrupted connection with nature." Did you find that? Because my therapist said I need to 'disconnect' from my phone.
Oh, the irony! "Uninterrupted connection with nature"... Well, mostly. The Wi-Fi *did* cut out a few times, which, honestly, was kinda glorious. Force-disconnected, ya know? Pure bliss. But if you *really* need to be glued to your phone, be warned: connection's as shaky as my resolve to not order a pizza at 2 AM.
Here's the thing about nature though: it's not always pretty. Remember that glorious sunset? Yeah, well, it also brought on a swarm of mosquitos that turned us into a human buffet. Brenda screamed, I flailed, and the insect repellent? Forgotten back in the car. Lesson learned: pack the bug spray. And maybe a hazmat suit, just in case. Disconnecting from the Wi-Fi? Easy. Disconnecting from the tiny biting monsters? Far harder.
Is the kitchen actually equipped for cooking, or is it just a microwave and a sad little fridge? 'Cause I like to eat.
Okay, this is important. Listen up, foodies! The kitchen... it's decent. Not five-star chef decent. Not "Martha Stewart would be impressed" decent. But it's got the essentials: a hob, an oven (yes!), a fridge, a kettle, and a surprisingly effective coffee machine. Brenda, bless her heart, tried to make a soufflé. Disaster. Smoke alarm went off. Tears. But hey, we had eggs, bacon, and toast. Success!
*However*… Bring your own spices. Trust me. The "spice rack" was practically empty. And if you're planning on a gourmet meal, pack all your ingredients. Nearest supermarket is a bit of a trek. I actually *dreamed* of a decent piece of cheese for a solid two nights, because I hadn't remembered to pack any. My fault, entirely. So, cook? Yes, you can. Prepare? Also yes. And bring snacks. Lots and lots of snacks. Because, you know, emergencies. And the cheese.
Tell me about the location. "National Park" sounds impressive. Is it truly beautiful? Will I be serenaded by cute little woodland creatures? Or will I be mauled by a rabid badger?
The National Park? Yeah, it's genuinely beautiful. Think lush greenery, quiet canals, and the feeling of being properly away from it all. I'm talking *almost* as beautiful as the pictures. The water, reflecting the trees, totally Instagram-worthy. We thought the best part was the kayaks. But the kayaks got us closer to the bank and guess what? A rat. A HUGE, terrifying river rat scurrying along the edge.
No rabid badgers (thankfully). But yes, you *will* be serenaded...mostly by birds. Ducks, geese, all sorts of feathered friends. And sometimes, as we discovered, by the not-so-feathered-or-friendly-sounding cries of other creatures that the brochures don't mention (and I'm not sure I *want* to know what those cries were from). So, beautiful? Absolutely. Prone to the unexpected encounter with wildlife? You bet ya.
What was the *worst* thing about your stay? And be brutal. I'm preparing myself.
Okay, buckle up, buttercup. The worst thing? Okay, so, Brenda, she's a... let's say... "sensitive" sleeper. Like, a slight disturbance of the air could wake her. And the lodge? It's lovely and all. But the wind! Every gust, every creak, every rustle of the reeds, was translated (via the acoustics of water and wood) into the auditory equivalent of a thousand tiny hammers pounding on the side of the building.
So, for two nights, I basically didn't sleep. Brenda would shoot up, wide-eyed, after every *whump* of wind, convinced a Viking longship, filled with angry sea-people, was trying to dock next to us. It was bad. *Really* bad. I ended up camping on the tiny porch area. That tiny porch was *my* escape. So, pack earplugs AND eye masks, and maybe a sedative, for you and your traveling companion. You've been warned.
Would you go back? Honestly? Knowing what you know now?
Mmmmmm. That's a tricky one. On the one hand, the beauty, the freedom, that first morning sunrise... it was worth it. On the other hand, the sleep deprivation, the mosquito bites, the near-meltdown with Brenda…
Okay, here's the deal. I would. I would absolutely go back. But. I would be *far* better prepared. I'd pack extra earplugs, heavy-duty bug spray, my own spices, eye masks, a sleeping bag (for emergencies), and a good book. And I would make Brenda sign a contract stating that she is *forbidden* to snore louder than a gentle purr. Maybe even invest in one of those white noise machines. And most importantly? I'd bring a HUGE block of cheese. Cheese is important.
