Using Rotterdam as a base, my mission was to make as many day trips as I could while there. The first of which was to The Hague, home to the Dutch government and the International Court of Justice, a particular point of interest to me as a law graduate.
Although the train journey was a quick one, the weather took a turn for the worse and I left the station to find…rain. Heavy rain. Knowing I wouldn’t have many other opportunities to visit here again, it was sheer determination to make the most of the day that made me walk towards my first stop. This is probably a good time to mention I am one of those people who hates the rain with a passion. Not a good start to my day.
Before I’d made it very far I was drenched, despite the umbrella. Stopping in the first cafe I came across, it seemed like a good idea to grab a coffee and see if the storm would pass. It didn’t. Unsure whether to just call it quits and head back to Rotterdam, or power through and see what I could, I did what any respectable adult does – I called my mum. In hindsight, I was probably just looking for someone to back me up that I could go back without feeling guilty, which is crazy because this is my trip and I can do what I like with my time. After a quick catch up with my mum, she agreed that it was probably a good idea not to traipse around in the rain all day, so I started back to the train station.
Just a few steps from the cafe, the rain miraculously stopped. Well, there goes my excuse at a lazy day in bed! Quick about turn and I hurried to het Binnenhof, a stunning collection of buildings that is the heart of Dutch politics. The clouds loomed dark and heavy, and as I wandered around the courtyard of Binnenhof admiring the buildings, the rain again made an appearance.
Slightly disappointed at my luck with the weather, I tried to make the most of it and take some ‘moody’ and ‘suspenseful’ photos of Binnenhof and nearby Mauritshuis. It didn’t go so well because cameras and rain aren’t great friends, so as the rain started to fall again it seemed like I’d given it a good enough go and started back to the train station.
The day had been somewhat of a fail, and although I had gotten a teeny tiny taste of The Hague, I didn’t feel like I’d really seen what the city was about. I guess I’ll just have to come back another time, hopefully when the weather is a bit better.
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