Blankenberg, '62 - go-karts, bar billiards, bons
Unlike Ostende, which was nothing special to look at, Blankenberg, in some slides, looks completely Dutch. Maybe this is where I acquired my latent love of Amsterdam, where I've always felt completely at home.
Then there was the amusement arcade, where Derrick, Douglas and I spent all our pocket money on pin-ball, amassing sufficient 'bons' to trade in for a ghastly painted plaster of paris ornament which spent the next forty years relegated to the spare room mantlepiece. But it was worth it.