Okay, so, backtracking a couple of weeks: Dave, Jeff, and I headed back to Scheveningen, the seaside resort. After my terrifying fish pedicure, I pulled on my boots and we set out on a search for some rumored Nazi bunkers that had existed along the water. We found a tower immediately; that seemed a little bit too obvious.
Not that it stopped us from a little photo shoot...
|Picture OF that picture, WHAT?!|
But these were not the bunkers we were after. We started walking down the beach. And walking. And walking. That was a long beach, my friends.
THAT is a bunker.
|We have taken to yelling "VERBODEN TOEGANG!" at every opportunity.|
Some of us did not listen.