For best hotdogs we went to belgium, but when going back, most times you'd got lost by misleading direction signs, more than once we found we were driving in a circle or you'd run into that highway with no beginning or end, like it was just dropped there. We had the plan, but apparently the builders didn't. And another joker put up the signs.
Ah, Belgium, sometimes a viaduct in the fields with no road anywhere near, roadsigns to villages placed in circles so you never reach it, militairy equipmentshops in tax-escapecountry, its a sort of countrywide suburb with no planning at all. And fried potato-shacks on the crossroads.