It used to get confusing sometimes at night, driving down on the Bolivar Peninsula. Sometimes after several hits on the bong you couldn't tell the difference between the lights along Highway 87, and the lights from all the ships lined up out in the Gulf, waiting for their turn to go up the ship channel.
I was with a friend one night when he drove his Ford Torino almost all the way to the second sand bar before it stalled out, and we started to sink.
Hardly a dilemma on the scale of Konrad's, though.