Aujourd'hui, en tant que voyageur cette chute et ses conséquences évoquent-elles encore quelque chose? Cette chute a-t-elle été le début d'un nouvel espace de redécouverte, la fin d'un monde avec son originalité etc...
En Allemagne, dans les ex-Pays de l'Est et dans l'ex-bloc soviétique, sentez-vous encore le poids de cette histoire au cours de vos voyages (ambiance, architecture, mentalités etc...).
Vos témoignages, anecdotes, photos sont les bienvenus.
Bonjour!
Allez j'me lance 😄 Tout d'abord du haut de mes 24 ans, j'avoue que je n'ai aucun souvenir de ce moment d'histoire important, des infos du 9 Novembre 89, de ce changement dans l'histoire etc...et que du coup, ce n'est pas forcément évident d'appréhender et de parler d'un moment que je n'ai pour ainsi dire "pas vécu".
Cependant, tant à l'école qu'en se renseignant par curiosité, où, si t'en as la chance, en voyageant, tu te rends compte de pas mal de choses. D'abord que ce bouleversement est loin d'être anodin, que les populations vivant à Berlin-Est mais plus généralement dans l'ancien bloc de l'Est ont pu recouvrer une certaine liberté, ont pu avoir accès à certaines choses, d'une manière générale à s'ouvrir au monde...
Donc quand tu demandes si cet évènement évoque encore quelque chose, j'espère que oui. C'est en essayant d'en apprendre sur ce genre d'évènements historiques que tu mesures à quel point tu peux t'estimer chanceux d'être né et vivre dans un pays (je parle pour les français ici 😎 même si je ne pense pas que ce soir fondamentalement différent pour les canadiens, belges ou suisses de VF par exemple) qui à mon sens n'a pas "souffert" comparativement à d'autres, dans des périodes d'histoire encore récentes. C'est quelquechose que j'ai ressenti, à divers degrés, en visitant Budapest, Varsovie, Tallinn ou Berlin.
A Berlin, tous les vestiges de cette période (pans de mur encore existants, musées, "tracé" au sol de l'ancien Mur) te ramènent 20 ans en arrière, à tes manuels scolaires et aux souvenirs de tes parents. A Tallinn, j'ai eu la chance d'assisté à la cérémonie célébrant l'indépendance de 91 ayant eu lieu le 20 aôut dernier, y'avait des écrans géants retraçant l'histoire estonienne et là aussi j'ai pu mesuré la chance d'être issu d'un pays libre et pacifique depuis des décennies.
Ca me paraît tout simplement inconcevable d'aller dans des pays de l'ancien bloc de l'Est sans penser et mesurer le poids de l'histoire récente et des bouleversements qui s'y sont tramés après le 9 Novembre 89.
voici une image de la façade d'un immeuble juste en face de mon hôtel dans le centre de Budapest en 2008. La façade porte encore les traces des balles de l'insurrection de 1956.
Voilà quelques photos de mon côté...
1) Berlin: Tracé du mur au sol
2) Berlin: Pan de Mur
3) Berlin: Photo noir et blanc illustrant la balafre provoquée par le mur dans le paysage berlinois
4) Budapest: Szobor Park. Les statues présentes dans la ville et rappelant le régime communiste ont peu à peu été retiré et rassemblées dans ce parc, entretenu de manière très sommaire, à l'extérieur de la ville, comme pour mieux mettre de côté ce passé...
5) Tallinn: 20 août 2009. Célébration de l'anniversaire de l'indépendance, images d'archives, allocution du président, lacher de ballons, danses folkloriques etc...
Quand j'étais enfant, je vivais près d'une base militaire en Belgique où les Américains étaient casernés et où je comprenais qu'ils étaient là "au cas où". Lorsque les chasseurs américains décollaient pour leur séance d'entrainement, tout tremblait chez moi ; j'étais véritablement terrorisé car je ne savais jamais si c'était un entrainement ou le début du "au cas où". Chaque premier mercredi du mois, lorsque les sirènes retentissaient, j'étais angoissé.
Quand le mur est tombé il y a 20 ans, j'avais 20 ans, j'ai ressenti un véritable soulagement... comme si l'épée de Damocles que j'avais ressenti toute ma petite enfance était partie d'un seul coup.
Au cas où quoi ? 🙂
Et tu ne t'es jamais demandé, avec le recul, "de quel côté du mur, la frontière nous rassure" ?
Ni pourquoi Mauriac disait "j'aime tellement l'Allemagne que je suis content qu'il y en ait deux" ?
Oui, oui....
Et les 18 millions de morts de 1942-45 étaient de ce qui allait devenir l'autre côté.
C'est compliqué cette histoire, ça ne se lit pas seulement dans la caricature.
Moi aussi j'étais content de la chute de ce mur, bien sûr ; et l'autre côté, j'y étais allé.
Mais bon, tu voulais ta polémique, tu es sur le point de la trouver....
Mais bon, tu voulais ta polémique, tu es sur le point de la trouver....
Pas sûr... même si la chute du mur de Berlin est un symbole fort de la fin de l'ère soviétique il est surtout pour moi la fin d'une confrontation chronique entre deux blocs.
J'ai bien conscience qu'un monde sans contre pouvoir est tout aussi nuisible qu'un monde reposant sur l'opposition de deux conceptions du fonctionnement dudit monde mais en ce mois de novembre 1989, j'ai été rassuré... mais ça n'a pas duré !
oui... comme chacun sait l'Allemagne de l'Ouest était peuplée "d'ancien nazis", alors qu'à l'Est c'étaient tous "d'anciens résistants héroïques". Le premier acte de Joukov l'administrateur russe de la partie Est a été de démantelé l'appareil productif allemand dans un temps record : mise en pièces détachées des machines-outils, arrachage des voies ferrées ... de quoi faire d'emblée de la RDA le nouveau paradis socialiste des travailleurs! ce n'était pas le même topo à l'Ouest.
C'est vrai que la polémique est partie de Williama...
Cela dit, je comprends que tu n'aies pas envie de polémiquer dans un sujet où tu n'auras pas beaucoup d'arguments à avancer... il y a 30 ou 40 ans, Georges Marchais, Henri Krasucki et leurs copains pouvaient raconter ce qu'ils voulaient sur le paradis communiste... avec la chute du mur, le rideau est tombé !
je comprends que tu n'aies pas envie de polémiquer dans un sujet où tu n'auras pas beaucoup d'arguments à avancer...
Tu es très fort toi, pour la polémique du lundi.
Ce sont mes amis qui avaient vécu "à l'Est" qui m'ont permis de beaucoup relativiser tout cela, justement. Avant les années 90 je pensais comme toi.
Oui bien sûr... et le mur de Berlin était destiné à empécher d'entrer tous les immigrants qui voulaient rejoindre le paradis soviétique...
On peut être d'accord ou pas d'accord avec la politique menée dans le bloc de l'est... c'est un choix idéologique et cela se respecte. Mais le mur de Berlin est un symbole fort du rejet du système par une partie plus ou moins importante de la population qui subissait ladite politique.
Michel, tu l'as démontré plus d'une fois, tu as un regard nostalgique sur la période communiste. Je ne met pas en doute ta sincérité et je comprend tout à fait que l'on puisse privilégier le collectif sur l'individualisme. Mais ta vision a un côté "pot au feu", tu t'arqueboutes sur des valeurs théoriques et tu oublies comment vivaient réellement les hommes. L'ex-RDA était un Etat policier, une caserne prussienne socialiste de plus et pour une fois le schéma s'appliquait sur un pays riche, il n'y avait pas l'excuse de la pauvreté ou la phase de transition du pays en voie de développement.
C'est effectivement une polémique stérile, certains peuples européens ont définitivement tranché cette question.
On peut être d'accord ou pas d'accord avec la politique menée dans le bloc de l'est... c'est un choix idéologique et cela se respecte. Mais le mur de Berlin est un symbole fort du rejet du système par une partie plus ou moins importante de la population qui subissait ladite politique.
Je n'ai jamais dit le contraire. Mais rien que ta vision "bloc de l'Est" montre que tu es resté prisonnier d'une vision idéologique.
Je suis au-delà de ça, j'ai beaucoup échangé, j'ai beaucoup discuté, j'ai beaucoup rencontré, et je n'ai pas l'humeur à la polémique dans laquelle avec williama vous voulez m'entraîner ce matin.
tu t'arqueboutes sur des valeurs théoriques et tu oublies comment vivaient réellement les hommes. L'ex-RDA était un Etat policier, une caserne prussienne socialiste de plus et pour une fois le schéma s'appliquait sur un pays riche, il n'y avait pas l'excuse de la pauvreté ou la phase de transition du pays en voie de développement.
Et bien tu viendras m'en reparler dans quelques années dans le gentil monde big brother qu'on nous prépare. Si c'est encore autorisé.
Bonne journée.
Et bien tu viendras m'en reparler dans quelques années dans le gentil monde big brother qu'on nous prépare. Si c'est encore autorisé.
Cela sera beaucoup plus compliqué! la seule nostalgie que l'on peut avoir de cette période "du mur" c'est que la vision du monde était beaucoup plus simple. Chacun des 2 grands était maître chez lui. Les russes dominaient leur camp et les américains le leur. Juste après l'effondrement du mur, il y a eu effectivement une "période Big Brother", mais maintenant les repères se brouillent de plus en plus et le monde est plus complexe...
moi aussi j'adore🙂. Il faut mettre plusieurs variétés de viande et prendre soin de bien dégraisser le bouillon
sinon attention à la somnolence🙁
Dans le même style, il y a la poule au pot de notre bon roi Henri...
Je suis au-delà de ça, j'ai beaucoup échangé, j'ai beaucoup discuté, j'ai beaucoup rencontré, et je n'ai pas l'humeur à la polémique dans laquelle avec williama vous voulez m'entraîner ce matin.
moi aussi, voici une petite anecdote Prague 1995 :
j'avais trouvé de quoi me loger chez un couple de retraités. Ils m'avaient installé au premier étage de leur maison dans une chambre mansardée sans doute celle du fiston parti depuis un moment. La première nuit impossible de dormir, la chambre était tapissée de couvertures de disques de Joe Dassin, et comme l'unique lucarne n'avait pas de rideaux, il y avait en plus une quantité impressionnante de regards luisants qui flottaient dans la pénombre. Il s'agissait en fait d'oursons, il y en avait partout!
Vers 2 h du mat j'en ai eu marre et je suis descendu boire un verre d'eau dans la cuisine. J'ai croisé le vieux propriétaire tout triste il m'a dit qu'il était insomniaque depuis la fin du communisme. J'appris qu'il était en fait l'ancien directeur technique national de l'équipe de gymnastique de l'ex-Tchécoslovaquie. Les nounours dans la chambre c'étaient ... des Michkas, l'emblème des JO de moscou 1980. En bricolant un jargon mi-anglais mi-allemand nous avons discuté une partie de la nuit. Il m'a raconté sa vie, ses voyages, sa nostalgie argumentée selon lui sur la période communiste, le tout copieusement arrosé d'un alcool local. A l'aube comme nous étions incapables de faire un triple salto arrière, sa matrone de femme nous a viré de la cuisine et nous a prié de regagner nos lits.
Salut Toni
Voici quelques photos pèle mêle de Budapest dont je suis un inconditionnel. Tu reconnaîtras au passage notre pote de Szobor Park avec son drapeau sous la neige.
Pour la dernière image il s'agit de la façade du musée de la terreur qui retrace la répression durant la période communiste avec photos des martyrs. Par contre paradoxe hongrois, il n'y a pas d'équivalent pour la mise au banc et l'extermination durant les années 30/40, de 400 000 juifs hongrois avec l'assentiment et la complicité active d'autres hongrois.
Avec la fin du communisme, le patrimoine historique urbain a été mis en valeur (bien que pour Prague cela avait commencé à petites doses dans les années 70), mais en s'éloignant des centres-villes on retrouve encore l'atmosphère et l'architecture d'une époque.
Bravo pour çà, c'est en effet la plus belle ville que je connaisse ! (et de loin)
🙂
Si vous avez compris tout ce que je viens de vous dire, c'est que j'ai dû faire une erreur quelque part. - Alan Greenspan
Science sans conscience n'est que ruine de l'âme - Rabelais
... et à Budapest, il y en a pour toute la famille et tous les goûts ...
pour les enfants il y a de bons gâteaux, des jouets ... pour madame la Fashion Street dans le centre, et aussi la p'tite bière le soir ... pour papa
on ne s'ennuie jamais à Buda! 😎
Je vois ça mais on fera ça dans un ordre différent : les gâteaux pour papa, les toys pour maman et la fashion street pour mon aînée... et puis pour la bière et bien je te la laisse ! 🙂
Je vous fais partager un article intéressant de la revue histoire.
Les yeux des enfants
" L'exhumation au musée de l'école de Berlin d'un fond de rédactions d'élèves agés de 10 ans permet de cerner au plus près l'expèrience vécue par des enfants de Berlin-est dans les jours qui suivent l'ouverture du mur. Le soir du 09 Novembre 1989, la plupart des enfants sont à la maison, parfois déjà au lit, si bien que seule une minorité a vécu l'évènement. Le témoignage de Joyce reflète toute la palette d'émotions par laquelle sont passées un grand nombre de personnes ce soir-là: "Je dormais. D'un seul coup, maman m'a dit de me lever. J'ai dit: hein, déjà 7 heures ? Non, non seulement minuit, mais... dit maman, Mais quoi, demandais-je ? Qu'est ce que tu dirais si nous allions à Berlin-Ouest? C'est pas possible ! est-ce que la frontière.... J'étais incapable de prononcer une parole alors que maman opinait de la tête."
A la suite de Joyce, de nombreux enfants franchissent en famille la frontière dans les jours et semaines qui suivent. A l'aide de ces textes d'enfants, l'historien peut mettre en lumière un certain nombre de motifs plus ou moins attendus. Tout d'abord, c'est l'image de l' "Ouest doré"; Berlin-Ouest est décrit comme un temple de la consommation. Les enfants mangent des fruits exotiques, des glaces, les pères boivent de la bière de l'Ouest. La visite de berlin-Ouest est le plus souvent positive mais cette expèrience est aussi la découverte de la mendicité. Anna relate avoir vu "beaucoup de saleté et de gens assis qui mendiaient. Au début, j'étais surprise. mais lorsque j'ai vu les prix, c'était grave, par exemple les produits d'alimentation ! j'étais dans tous mes états et incapable de dire un mot".
L'autre source d'étonnement plutôt négatif, c'est la découverte de l'étranger. dans la rédaction de Sasha, intitulée "Les Turcs sales", l'enfant décrit comment ces derniers couvrent un mur de graffiti, puis dégonflent les pneus d'une voiture stationnée dans la rue. La découverte de berlin-ouest constitue au final un choc socio-culturel avec un modèle de société dans lequel ils vont devoir grandir." E.D.
Eh oui, c'est intéressant ... mais attendu par certains aspects !
"Enfermer" les gens produit toujours des résultats négatifs côté "ouverture"
(d'esprit !) lol
Dans un certain nombre de pays "de l'est", une forte résurgence de l'extrême-
droite raciste et xénophobe (et "qui cogne" -skin-heads) s'est produite ...
🙂
Si vous avez compris tout ce que je viens de vous dire, c'est que j'ai dû faire une erreur quelque part. - Alan Greenspan
Science sans conscience n'est que ruine de l'âme - Rabelais
Ce texte est effectivement intéressant et peut constituer une bonne base de discussion, bien qu'il soit un tantinet moralisateur🤪.
Quelle que soit l'imperfection d'un système, je crois que les hommes ont besoin de liberté avant tout, et le système de la DDR était inefficace, ennuyeux et suspicieux.
Elles sont très peu nombreuses les sociétés qui acceptent sans sourciller de sacrifier 1, 2, 3 générations avant d'atteindre une supposée extase communiste (ou autre)...
Dans un certain nombre de pays "de l'est", une forte résurgence de l'extrême-
droite raciste et xénophobe (et "qui cogne" -skin-heads) s'est produite ...
salut,
... c'est peanuts comme phénomène! juste de quoi alimenter le sensationnalisme du microcosme médiatique.
Salut,
l'article n'est pas tant moraliste, je le trouve plutôt réaliste. Il offre un autre point de vue original, celui de certains enfants de l'est découvrant, avec choc, les inégalités de notre société et les violences qu'elles peuvent engendrer... mais l'auteur précise bien que la visite de l'ouest pour les enfants de l'est, est le plus souvent positive.
C'est bien 2 systèmes de société totalement différents qui se faisaient face, et c'est bien le manque de liberté, comme tu le soulignes, qui semble le plus frustrer les populations.
Je rêve, tout d'un coup, d'une europe un peu plus sociale et égalitaire😉 si tout la majorité des états étaient d'accord, ce serait possible à l'échelle européenne ( en taxant l'argent là ou il est, et en développant des politiques de plein emploi), c'est un sujet d'actualité mais qui semble, malheureusement, utopique🙁
Je rêve, tout d'un coup, d'une europe un peu plus sociale et égalitaire😉 ... en taxant l'argent là ou il est, et en développant des politiques de plein emploi),
... dans ce cas, la solution c'est de ressusciter la RDA!😏
Taxer l'argent revient dans la très grande majorité des cas à taxer le travail, donc à le faire disparaître! c'est ce qui a été fait chez nous depuis 50ans ... et décréter une "politique de plein emploi", c'était l'apanage des anciennes démocraties populaires ou une embellie à l'Ouest après une guerre. Quitte à faire de l'utopie pourquoi ne pas imaginer un monde vraiment différent et autre chose que des politiques qui ont échoué? On peut raisonner autrement qu'en terme d'assistanat ou de potion magique. Le salariat n'est pas une fatalité, et l'initiative privée aussi modeste soit-elle est préférable à l'engrenage de la dépendance.
Dans un certain nombre de pays "de l'est", une forte résurgence de l'extrême-
droite raciste et xénophobe (et "qui cogne" -skin-heads) s'est produite ...
salut,
... c'est peanuts comme phénomène! juste de quoi alimenter le sensationnalisme du microcosme médiatique.
Ben, mettons alors que j'aie été choqué par des peanuts, en Pologne ...
Après une "pause" dans mes voyages "au pays natal", j'ai été choqué de voir le
changement, la multiplication des agressions, les "remarques" faites aux étrangers là
où un large sourire était autrefois de mise etc ...
🙂
Si vous avez compris tout ce que je viens de vous dire, c'est que j'ai dû faire une erreur quelque part. - Alan Greenspan
Science sans conscience n'est que ruine de l'âme - Rabelais
"It seems to me that poverty would be less painful in the sun" wrote Aznavour...
Not sure...😕 Who can prove that people in hot countries are happier than others?
What do you think?
Is it better to live in Montpellier than in Lille?
Are the Pygmies happier than the Inuit?
Are Canadians less happy than the people of Louisiana?
Are there more French expats in hot countries?
And your travels? Do you choose your destinations based on the climate?
Do you rejoice when a bit of sunshine appears?
Who’d like to share their best and worst travel memories in a few lines?
For me, it’s watching the TAJ MAHAL at sunrise and getting chased by dogs at the top of a mountain pass in GREECE on the way back from ISTANBUL.
THANKS GUYS
Hi everyone, just this once I’m not posting for a travel story, but to share a thought for Venezuela.
If you didn’t know—since it’s not making headlines—the country was hit by two 7.5-magnitude earthquakes last week. Over 2,200 people have died, more than 50,000 are missing, and some coastal towns have been completely destroyed.
Maybe when the scale of the humanitarian crisis becomes clear, our media will cover it a bit more... especially since earthquakes with this many casualties usually make the front page, but there’s been nothing in France.
So here’s a thought for this country, which, whatever you think of its politics, is a true jewel of South America, both for its landscapes and its people.
hi there
I’d like to invite you to discover my coastal province in central Vietnam: Quang Ngai.
This year, my province has really improved its infrastructure—mountains, countryside, and sea are all authentic here.
No harassers or thieves, and no Russians either.
A local lunch costs around 1 €.
A *** hotel room is about 25 €, and you can find hotels right on My Khe Beach.
We have a specialty: *banh xeo*—10 crepes for just 1.5 €.
You can rent motorbikes to explore the province and maybe visit the many ethnic minorities.
I live here—I’m not selling anything, but I can help if needed (my father-in-law is a traditional Vietnamese doctor and he’s very skilled).
Hi everyone! 😉
I’m Typhaine, 35 years old. Five years ago, I left France for a solo round-the-world trip—no planes, just a van, hitchhiking, cycling, and even a canoe in the Amazon! Today, I work as a naturalist guide in Argentine Patagonia.
Wherever I go, my compass stays the same: observing and photographing wildlife, which I deeply admire and respect.
My project: I’d love to share this experience through a sustainable, authentic, and immersive nature tourism initiative. But to build something meaningful, I need to understand how other nature enthusiasts experience their own adventures.
If you:
Are over 20 years old
Have a true passion for Nature
Have already taken at least one trip lasting more than 3 nights (in your country or abroad) in your life
Promise: I’m not selling anything, this isn’t marketing. Your answers are 100% anonymous and will only help me shape this wild project.
A huge thank you to everyone for your help and kindness! Looking forward to chatting in this thread 😛
(Dear admins, this is purely a collaborative effort for my project study, with no commercial purpose. Thank you so much for your support!)
Photo: Grizzly Bear (Ursus arctos horribilis), female on the left and her cub on the right. Photo taken by me in Alaska, Denali National Park.
It’s something we often notice in this forum—and many others—this behavioral shift.
A long-time member, or even a new one, asks a question.
They get one or more answers, some brief, some detailed, and then... nothing???
Not even a simple thank you!!!
From what I’ve gathered, if the answers don’t align with what they wanted to hear, it seems natural for the asker to just disappear!! 😕
Unless—(and I fear this is the case)—basic politeness is no longer part of our society????
I spent 3 weeks in Bali last summer (+ 3 nights on Gili Meno and a day trip to Kawah Ijen in Java). So I wanted to see what ChatGPT could suggest for comparison...
Here’s the prompt I gave:
"You’re a local expert guide for Bali.
- Plan a 20-day itinerary for Bali with a side trip to Gili Meno and a day trip to Kawah Ijen in Java without staying overnight.
- I’m traveling with my wife, and I love visiting historical sites, hiking, relaxing at the beach, snorkeling, and exploring rice terraces...
- For the duration of the stay, I don’t want more than 8 places to sleep, and I’d like to stay at least 2 days at each stop to avoid unpacking too often. Except for the last night, where I’m okay with just one night near the airport.
- I prefer neighborhoods that are walkable and try to avoid typical tourist traps, though I don’t want to miss the must-see spots. So suggest a mix of iconic sites and hidden gems.
- Recommend hotels or guesthouses with a budget of 50 to 100 € per night, including breakfast. Make suggestions in areas popular with travelers, specifying the vibe (I prefer quiet), and consider safety and proximity to attractions.
- For lunch and dinner, suggest two to three restaurants that are well-rated by customers.
- Give me a day-by-day program with details on travel times, visiting times for each point of interest, and recommendations for transportation (taxi, train, bike, etc.).
Estimate the total cost of the trip, including accommodations, food, transportation, and activities, and suggest two tips for saving money in each category.
- Don’t make anything up—be realistic about travel times, take into account the opening dates and hours of sites, and give me the entry fees for places to visit.
- Ask me all the questions until you’re 95% sure you understand what’s being asked. Don’t generate your response until you’ve understood."
The AI asked for a few clarifications:
"Great request—I can build you a really optimized and enjoyable itinerary, but to be 95% sure I hit the mark, I need a few key clarifications (this will really influence the pace, areas, and accommodations)."
In the end, it proposed a program very close to what we actually did.
I’ll skip its accommodation and restaurant suggestions...
Its proposal:
"Ubud (4 nights) => we did 5 nights
Sidemen (2 nights)
Amed (3 nights) => we’d planned 2 nights
Gili Meno (3 nights) => we did Gili between Sidemen and Amed
Munduk (3 nights) => we did 2 nights before Pemuteran
Pemuteran (3 nights) with Ijen => we did 4 nights
Sanur (2 nights + 1 last night) => we chose Jatiluwih instead of Sanur
It suggested "activities" (and accommodations too):
IN UBUD:
- Walk around central Ubud (1–2h)
- Campuhan Ridge Walk
- Tegalalang Rice Terrace
- Tirta Empul
- Gunung Kawi
- Massage / market / slow café
IN SIDEMEN:
- Rice terrace hike (2–3h)
- Cooking class
IN AMED:
- Snorkeling
- Japanese Shipwreck
- Beach + relaxation
- Volcano sunset
ON GILI:
- Snorkeling at Gili Meno Turtle Point, Nest Underwater Statues
IN MUNDUK:
- Jungle & waterfall hike - Munduk Waterfall + Melanting Waterfall
- Loop: 3–4h (perfect for your level)
- Ulun Danu Bratan Temple
- Twin Lakes
IN PEMUTERAN
- Snorkeling: Menjangan Island
For Kawah Ijen, it detailed the day well:
👍 from Pemuteran = best possible option
12 PM: leave hotel (we left at 10 PM)
1 PM: ferry
3 PM: arrival in Java + transfer
11 PM: start ascent
2 AM–6 AM: volcano
Return to Bali around 11 AM–12 PM (we got back at 4 PM)
👍 still very intense, but doable with an agency
💰 ~80–120 €/person all-inclusive
IN SANUR:
- Relaxation
- Quiet beach
- Proximity to airport (30 min)"
I’ve kept the habit of blowing my nose in the sink and then washing my hands—a custom I picked up in India. Sometimes, non-travelers are shocked when they catch me in the act... 🤪
Also, when I run out of toilet paper, it doesn’t bother me—unless I’ve got company over... 🤪
Just got back from walking a friend’s dog (while they’re on vacation), wearing a djellaba and Tibetan boots... 😏😏😏 Oh, for sure, if I’d run into locals, I probably would’ve shocked them? 😏
Anyway, as long as I’m not spitting on the floor at a restaurant or squatting on the side of a highway with a water bottle in hand...
After taking a little trip around the world, I came back a few months ago with an idea in mind.
I mostly do diving, and I love observing animals in their natural habitat without disturbing them.
During the trip, I realized it was quite complicated to know where and when to see certain species.
For example:
where to dive with sharks or manta rays
where you might get a chance to swim with whales
I even discovered thresher sharks during my trip… I didn’t even know this species existed before, even though they’re incredible to see.
We spent a ton of time searching for info all over the place, especially on social media, without ever getting a clear picture.
So I started putting all this together on my own, in the form of a map, to make it easier to visualize where to go depending on the seasons.
I recently put a first version online (it’s called Fauneya).
There are probably mistakes, inconsistencies, or things to improve, and that’s partly why I’m posting here.
I’d really love to know how you all go about planning this kind of trip.
As part of my Master’s thesis, I’m currently conducting a public survey on a topic that concerns all of us when planning a trip: artificial intelligence and the role of human contact in travel planning.
These days, we’re using more and more digital tools to find ideas, compare options, and book trips... but is the role of human advisors still essential? At what moments? And for what types of trips?
The survey is anonymous and takes about 7 minutes.
It’s aimed at anyone who travels (or has traveled) for leisure, whether you plan everything yourself or go through an agency.
While browsing the forum to gather info for my upcoming trip to Thailand, I often see the terms "traveler," "great traveler," and also "tourist"—so what’s the nuance for you?
I've traveled quite a bit in Vietnam over the past few years—from the southern delta to bustling cities and even some small islands—but what really sticks with me is the north, the high mountains.
Up there, there's something different—maybe slower, more raw. The morning markets with ethnic groups, women in traditional clothes, the colors...
The stilt houses, kids following you and laughing for no reason, the terraced rice fields—it almost feels unreal at times, so vast and quiet, yet so human and simple.
You often hear that Sapa has become too touristy, and that's partly true, especially in the center. But as soon as you move a little farther away, everything changes quickly. The landscapes open up, encounters feel more natural, and you rediscover something truly authentic.
I think it's that contrast that struck me—the difference between what you imagine before going and what you actually discover when you take the time.
And you—what memory do you hold onto from Vietnam? A particular place that touched you more than others?
Hello,
We’re finalizing the plans for our upcoming trip to China in May 2025. The second-to-last stop will be in Zhangjiajie, where we’ve planned to stay for 2 full days before heading to Shanghai.
We’re traveling solo using local transport and have arranged to stay in the city of Zhangjiajie.
We’ve seen that there’s a lot to see:
Tianmen Mountain, the Grand Canyon and the glass bridge, Zhangjiajie National Park, and that the sites are quite far apart with fairly expensive entry fees.
We’re thinking of dedicating one day to the national park and the Grand Canyon (glass bridge) and one day to Tianmen Mountain.
But we’re not sure if this plan is realistic—any thoughts would be much appreciated!
I should be serving a warming drink to the participants in the discussion about gardens and parks that provide us with beautiful photos, I could mention the delicious buttery scent wafting from bakeries in the thread about returning to France, but my heart, its powerful pulse that nourishes my entire being, is elsewhere.
Dasht-e Lut, Yazd, Esfahan, Bam, Kerman, Qeshm, Hormuz—a melody, a prayer at the heart of desire.
A dream, an unattainable fantasy? No. Not anymore.
A very serious Italian travel agency is organizing this trip for 6 people this winter. I’m signed up, I’m going, I’m living. Maybe.
"But you’re completely crazy!!!!"
I know... I know that every civilization, every society has a vital need to create scapegoats to define and justify itself, pathetically. And Iran is one of them, top of the list. I laugh or sigh, and it doesn’t bother me.
But that unchanging red, deep red and garnet, so beautiful in itself, in all the Western chancelleries repeats, whispers, shouts: don’t go, don’t go, don’t go, you’re putting yourself in danger and we can’t do anything for you. You’ll be turned into mere bargaining chips, into arguments for endless negotiations. Fear must be instilled, its power absolutely preserved, no concessions made to the enemy. The information (how many French hostages, real or fake, compared to the number of travelers?) is always lacking.
Traveling becomes a merciless confrontation between desire, the vital pulse, and anxiety, its ghosts.
Hi everyone, here’s our itinerary. Arriving on the evening of December 13th. Departing on January 7th.
Thanks in advance for your tips and valuable feedback.
Manila – 1 night
Coron – 4 nights
Coron to El Nido cruise – 2 nights
El Nido – 4 nights
Port Barton – 5 nights
Flight from Puerto Princesa to Vigan
Vigan – 2 nights
Sagada – 2 nights
Banaue – 2 nights
Bagabag – 1 night
Manila – 1 night
I’ve only booked the flight to Manila and the Manila/Coron flight so far. Is it possible to book boat trips, accommodations, and the Puerto Princesa flight last-minute?
Really disappointed with Costa Rica! Pura vida? The scam of the century!
(Costa Rica pure emptiness).
The country where animals are free and people are in cages.
3 weeks in December in this country and never again. Imagine the trailer of a movie that seems interesting, and when you go see it, you realize it’s a flop and the best moments were in the trailer.
Well, that’s exactly how we felt with Costa Rica pure emptiness.
My wife and I have traveled quite a bit and didn’t expect to be so wrong about a place.
On the main routes, we visited:
San José
Alajuela
Limón, Cahuita, Puerto Viejo, Manzanillo (Caribbean side)
Jaco, Quepos, Manuel Antonio (Pacific side)
And a few short stops in intermediate towns.
Our dissatisfaction grew gradually like this:
When we arrived at the hotel, the taxi dropped us off on a small street in front of a white metal gate with ground-floor windows barred. We looked at it skeptically, but the sign matched.
He approached the gate, rang the bell, the buzzer sounded, and the door opened slightly. The hotel wasn’t bad for the price, a 10-minute walk from downtown, but with a "Fleury-Mérogis" vibe guaranteed.
So far, so good.
After showering and regaining our bearings, we headed downtown.
What started to unsettle us on the way was seeing houses with bars on the ground-floor windows and even on the second floor.
At first, we thought the hotel’s neighborhood wasn’t great.
Downtown San José:
It’s a generic city, not very exotic, with a pedestrian street and a small mercado where you can eat local food without frills. Very few tourists—if any—which let you blend in with the locals. We had lunch and struggled to make ourselves understood because, aside from one or two shops, English wasn’t spoken.
On the way back to the hotel, we took a different route, and while chatting and strolling, my wife pointed out a beautiful two-story white house completely barricaded like Fort Knox.
From that moment, we started noticing the facades of houses and buildings, and wow, it was creepy—most looked like prisons, some even with barbed wire.
Though put off, we told ourselves it was probably a big-city thing and the rest of the country couldn’t be like this.
So far, so good.
We relaxed at the hotel and had a drink at the bar. Night falls early, around 5:30 PM. By 7:30 PM, we headed back downtown for dinner. A bit unsettling for a capital—downtown was almost deserted, and aside from fast-food chains, very few restaurants were open, with hardly anyone on the streets.
Bars with security guards out front.
I won’t say we felt unsafe that night, but once it got dark, we realized the bars on the windows weren’t for nothing. First day in, and our impression was already mixed.
The next day, we explored the city and surroundings, and our feelings didn’t change.
So far, so good.
Off to Cahuita by bus—4 hours of travel.
The landscapes are very green but quickly become monotonous. The road runs alongside the forest and passes through a few towns and villages, and even in the countryside, there were just as many prison-like houses.
The bus dropped us off at Cahuita’s terminal station—only four of us got off. It’s a village, or rather, a small town. Cahuita is basically one straight road and a perpendicular one, and honestly, doubt started to creep in.
A few restaurants that add 13% tax and 10% service charge—so 23% extra. We dropped our stuff at the hotel and went to explore. In 20 minutes, we’d seen it all. We had lunch and planned to check out the famous park.
Entry is by donation—well, the "entry" is a joke. There’s a path along the forest by the sea, and that’s it.
Nothing’s going right anymore.
We thought it was a total scam, but since we hadn’t gone far, we decided to come back the next day to explore further.
We returned to the hotel, relaxed, and around 8:00 PM, we went out for dinner. Only two restaurants were open, and the streets were deserted.
Creepy!
The next day, we explored the so-called park more thoroughly and really got it.
A path along the forest by the sea—2 hours there and 2 hours back, where you see animals that feel like showing their faces.
A total joke—"all that for this?"
The beach was full of wood debris and coconut husks. We wondered if the photos online were edited because the sea, very rough, wasn’t the azure blue we’d seen in pictures.
But calling this a park is a joke—it’s like a new concept.
When we thought about the reviews online, we started to suspect that professionals with interests in the country were monitoring and countering any negative feedback that could harm their business.
Too bad we didn’t check the negative reviews beforehand—we did while we were there, and it helped. We wondered if we’d become too demanding after all our travels, but no—when something’s bad, it’s bad.
Manuel Antonio’s park is even more ridiculous—there’s a short path along the sea for about 500 meters, and then nothing. You have to climb through mud and hack your way through the forest. We ended up barefoot because the mud was up to our calves. All that to see a raccoon and a few parrots flying overhead.
We didn’t expect Noah’s Ark, but we’ve seen more animals in Bali, Mexico, and Thailand while visiting temples or just walking around than in these so-called parks!
Puerto Viejo, not far from Cahuita and supposedly livelier—well, it couldn’t be worse!
According to Lonely Planet, it had a Caribbean vibe and wild nights, but maybe that was a long time ago. The good reggae music playing everywhere isn’t enough.
In the evening, Puerto Viejo was a bit livelier than Cahuita, but that’s not saying much. Very few tourists—if any—no night market, just two or three shops open selling $20 T-shirts. Same vibe as San José.
No big deal—we enjoyed the beach and the sun, which was reliable.
Our itinerary was supposed to include Tortuguero Park, but after talking to other travelers who’d just been, we changed our minds, knowing we’d be visiting Manuel Antonio Park on the Pacific side.
To get back to the Pacific side, you have to take the bus and go through San José again—5 hours this time—then switch bus terminals and another 4.5 hours to Quepos.
A stopover town to get to Manuel Antonio’s beach and park!
A town just like the others we’d seen—deserted as soon as the sun sets, and not exactly bustling during the day either. (Where are all the tourists?)
Still as many bars on the windows and that feeling of being in the wrong place.
7 km later: Manuel Antonio beach and park.
The beach is very beautiful and quite large, but don’t expect turquoise blue water—the waves stir up the sand, giving the water a brownish color.
Along the beach, shops and restaurants for about 300 meters, and then nothing. At night, after sunset, the town shuts down too.
Manuel Antonio Park is highly praised for its wildlife, so we were eager to see it. When you express dissatisfaction with Cahuita or Manzanillo parks, the response is always, "But you should’ve gone to Monteverde or Manuel Antonio!" No matter what you do or say, they’ll tell you, "You should’ve gone there or here."
Back to our famous park—entry was about $16, and contrary to what we’d heard, it wasn’t crowded!
Guides at the entrance with spotting scopes offered their services for about $30.
The park: a mix of boardwalk and dirt paths through the forest, sometimes running alongside beautiful coves and beaches.
As soon as we entered, a crowd was taking photos of a deer eating leaves.
A little further on, a guide with a group of five stopped. The guide raised his arm and set up his spotting scope! He showed them, about 100 meters away, a hummingbird perched on a branch. Some, looking through the scope, exclaimed, "Oh my God! Amazing! Incredible!"
For a moment, we thought they’d discovered a unicorn or were in Jurassic Park and had just crossed paths with a T-Rex!
The concept is comical—looking at a bird or another animal through a spotting scope because it’s too far away. Isn’t that what TV is for?
For our part, we saw monkeys, ants, an armadillo, an iguana, and the backside of a sloth climbing a tree. Amazing, incredible!
We stayed a few days in Manuel Antonio to enjoy the beach, changing hotels often because prices varied wildly from one day to the next for shameful services. On top of that, they’d quote a price in dollars and convert it at their discretion—thieves!
Alajuela, a city near the airport, has a two-story mall and a local market downtown! No interest except its proximity to the airport.
What we liked:
The climate and, in hindsight, San José—the most authentic city we visited.
What we didn’t like, in addition to what we’ve already mentioned:
Costa Ricans aren’t very friendly or communicative. English is barely spoken, not even by doctors at Quepos Hospital, where my wife ended up with food poisoning (thanks, Google Translate). The widespread obesity among Costa Ricans, who eat like Americans. The insecurity. The eco-hipsters who leave their $150 lodges in minivans with guides to visit parks and other sites, then return to barricade themselves in their fortresses at nightfall (oh my God, amazing, incredible). The blue signs at the entrance of towns that accept this payment method: "We accept American Express." Parking lots that become paid just because a guy is watching your car. Prices displayed in dollars. The cost of living (hotels, restaurants, taxes). Landscapes that are too green and not flowery enough. Beaches—nothing exceptional. Pollution in cities where big American trucks rule. Sewage dumped directly into the sea. Aside from the jungle, there’s nothing to visit—no ruins, monuments, or anything worth seeing.
In short, my wife and I think the hype about this supposedly eco-friendly country is overrated. It’s just the trendy destination of the moment. There are much better, cheaper, and more authentic places.
In hindsight, we keep the good memories and our beautiful photos, but if we had to do it over...
Before signing off, a little message to those who don’t like hearing opinions different from theirs:
Well, some things aren’t up for debate. And to those who’d have us believe that in 3 weeks, we don’t have the right to criticize a country or express our feelings—how can you praise it in so little time? What a scam. Costa Rica is a money pit. Pura vida? Pure cosmic emptiness.
If you like spending your evenings barricaded in your cozy hotel after dark, this country is for you.
For everyone else: run!
Hello,
Since the war between Russia and Ukraine, nothing is simple anymore for traveling to Belarus due to sanctions.
No more direct flights from the EU to Minsk.
Driving is a huge hassle, especially crossing through Poland at the only open border in Brest—you can wait 2, 3, or even 4 days just to get through by car.
The least painful driving option is to come via Lithuania and cross at the only open border, with a minimum wait time of 8 hours, sometimes up to 20 hours or more!!
Controls are very strict and annoying on both the Lithuanian and Belarusian sides. Avoid bringing alcohol, food, or cigarettes—everything will end up in the trash, especially when leaving Belarus for Vilnius, where the Lithuanians are tough, even with EU citizens.
The joy I once knew when visiting my wife in Minsk is sadly over—it’s now a real ordeal.
The fastest solution is to fly. My wife travels to France by taking a bus to Kaunas in Lithuania, where you can catch a flight (though not daily) to Paris Beauvais or Charleroi in Belgium with Ryanair, for example.
For the return trip, it’s the same: a flight to Kaunas and then a direct bus from the airport to Minsk.
The bus crossing is quicker than driving—the 250 km journey, including border checks, takes about 6 to 8 hours for buses leaving Lithuania around midnight, but controls are still strict at the border.
The biggest challenge is finding flight schedules that align with the bus routes between the two countries, given the unpredictable border crossing times.
Now, my wife travels via Charleroi in Belgium (near Brussels), and you can take a train to Paris. Alternatively, you can fly into Beauvais and take a bus to Paris (Porte Maillot).
For those driving, note that EU insurance and assistance policies no longer work in Belarus or Russia. You’ll need to get local insurance, usually limited to third-party liability (I don’t think full coverage exists?), as well as mandatory medical insurance. This is available at the border.
You now have to pay highway tolls—no more BELTOLL boxes. Instead, you pay a flat fee for the duration of your stay. Stop at the first gas station after crossing from Lithuania to fill up on fuel and cigarettes.
From what I know, Lithuania bans carrying more than 60 € in cash, but there’s no limit for USD (though it’s capped at $10,000??).
With a Visa card, you can now withdraw 1,000 rubles per week (about 270 €)—two months ago, it was only 500 rubles!!
For now, you can still pay by card in shops and gas stations.
However, major retailers like KORONA (which may be Russian-owned??) no longer accept foreign Visa cards.
Unfortunately, the additional sanctions announced by the U.S. on August 5, 2025, against Russia—and possibly Belarus—aren’t promising for the future.
After 20 years of visiting Belarus, I’m truly saddened to see the joy of living in this country with my wonderful wife turn into such a bleak situation, all because of human folly.
Hi everyone!
I’m putting together our travel itinerary for Veneto at the end of April. And the more I look and research potential sites to visit, the more I find!
We’ll only be there for a week—my family and I—including 3 days in Venice. So we have to make some choices...
I plan to rent a car when we arrive in Venice and head straight to Bergamo, which would be our first stop. We’d leave the car at the airport when we return to Venice so we can explore the city at our leisure.
What do you think:
1 night in Bergamo (a 2h15 drive from Venice airport),
1 night in Garda,
1 night in Verona,
1 in Padua, and
3 in Venice—would that be doable?
Thanks in advance for your tips and experiences! :)
Now that the curtain has fallen on the past year, it’s time to see what’s happening around here.
It seems pretty quiet, but I’ll read more in detail later.
First, I need to tell you all an anecdote.
My eldest little girl, in her third year of law school, was really scared she wouldn’t pass the year.
I told her:
“Trust yourself, you’ve worked so hard, and worst case, if you fail, you’ll just redo the year.”
“But I don’t think I’ll make it—they changed the rules, and if I mess up even one unit, I have to start all over.”
I knew her grades weren’t exactly stellar, and with what I was about to say, I wasn’t taking much of a risk.
“Here’s the deal, sweetheart: if you pass, I promise I’ll take you to India, just the two of us.”
I have to admit, India is a country I’ve talked about so much to all my grandchildren that in their minds, it’s become a magical, mythical place (hmm).
July had barely begun when my phone rang, her name flashing on the screen.
“Mamido, I did it!”
My promise came rushing back—oh no, oh no, oh no!
“Congratulations, sweetheart!”
A little shyly, she said:
“Is the India trip still on?”
And me, replying:
“Of course it is!”
And that’s that—a promise is a promise, or you risk losing that precious trust that keeps hearts warm and at peace.
We’re leaving in February. Only 8 days—yikes, the carbon footprint!
But we can’t miss her tutorials, or she’ll be kicked out.
Personally, that works just fine for me.
Going to India has become a challenge for me. It’s far, it’s exhausting, I sweat, I hate mosquitoes, the spices bother my mouth when I used to love them. There’s noise all the time—at night, the dogs bark nonstop, and we almost get run over. I’ll get lost in the streets because my sense of direction has vanished. I don’t like rice anymore. All that chaos and those cultural differences that once enchanted me now just overwhelm me.
But I promised.
The upside—and it’s a big one—Raman, the same driver I’ve had forever, will be at the airport with a sign with our names. We’ll stop at the same little shop for chai (or tea, plain and simple) with that aroma that intoxicates me, halfway through the trip.
It’ll be a tiny trip—staying with friends, I’ll show her a few places I love: Chidambaram, Mamallapuram, and the clinic where I worked. Then we’ll head back.
My little girl will go home to her parents.
As for me, I’ll leave right away for our Scottish island with Homme for our chilly winter.
How can you love a country so much you want to live there, then suddenly reject it, no longer able to appreciate what once made it special?
That’s the mystery of love, I guess.
I’ve visited the U.S. four times myself, including two long road trips. The last one was just this past August...
I won’t be going back. I already felt guilty last August, but recent policies have finally convinced me: the humiliation of Zelensky, authoritarian excesses, Gestapo-like methods for detaining people of foreign origin, the murder of innocent people (a mother shot dead), corruption, insane "tariffs," skyrocketing healthcare costs for Americans, the abduction of foreign figures to secure oil, the requirement to disclose social media accounts, and now... threats and blackmail to forcibly take Greenland—a region that belongs to Denmark and thus the European Union!
The reality is that simply posting this could get me denied entry to the U.S.!
In this context, I just can’t keep spending money there. I loved my trips, but there are so many other countries with stunning landscapes to explore.
So I get why you’d want to travel there. I did, and I loved it. But once a country no longer respects any of the values that made us love it, why go?
How can we even consider traveling to a country that threatens to take one of our territories by force?
Hello everyone,
Controversial topic? Not necessarily—maybe just a reflection on a world to come.
I spent the last 15 days of August on a cruise in Greenland, from Kangerlussuaq to Tasiilaq.
I was utterly amazed by this unique world of rock and ice, the little houses in every color, a simple life that’s also complicated by isolation and climate, among other things...
I carry in my heart the kindness of the people I met, the raw and gentle majesty of the icebergs, the colors of the sky...
So, I can’t even imagine a massive presence of raw material prospectors, heavy machinery requiring roads to be built—if that’s even possible—changing their way of life... putting sled dogs out to pasture!
Do fast food and Greenland’s northern lights really mix?
I wouldn’t trade my memories for an ESTA!
All opinions are respectable, which is why this isn’t a controversy—but I’m sorry, I have a soft spot for *my* Greenland.
We’re a couple aged 58 and 63. We’ve just returned from a wonderful trip to South India in Tamil Nadu and a few days in Kerala. We traveled with a local French-speaking guide and his friend, the driver. They both live in Pondicherry. We spent 3 weeks with them in the most authentic way!
We covered just over 2,500 km and visited not only temples but also archaeological sites, museums, and small artisanal businesses making tiles, tea, sculptures, bronze, and silk spinning. We were lucky enough to visit a public school, attend a wedding, and even a death announcement in a small countryside village. We were fully immersed in the culture, food, noise, and colors—it was incredible!
The hotels and guesthouses we chose were very clean and mostly quiet. We’re returning from India with amazing discoveries!
We’re happy to share more info if you’d like!
M-Claire and Jean
This catchy and somewhat mysterious title comes from several questions I’ve been asking myself.
VF has been back open for a reasonable number of weeks and months now.
The number of visitors overall matches past averages, but the number of members online in the last 24 hours seems relatively lower than what we used to see.
Yet, to my surprise, I’m seeing fewer travel journals, way fewer messages, and way fewer questions.
I don’t see many new registered users online, and I notice a number of members who are logged in but either aren’t participating or have stopped participating.
Something’s not adding up for me because, in my opinion, VF is still appealing, and I don’t see which other sites could really compete.
Was there a real break between pre- and post-Covid?
Does it just take more time for some people to discover the site or learn that it’s active again?
Do people now prefer quick consumption on sites like FB or others I’m not familiar with?
Where have the site’s old-timers gone, and what are they doing with their time now?
What’s really going on here?
This isn’t exactly a traveler’s question... I’d like to know who handles the technical side of this forum?
I run a similar forum on a different topic (unrecognized children), and we’re dealing with a few technical issues that are slowly killing our forum... so I’d have one or two questions to ask 😊.
Also, I was wondering who created this forum... who the administrators or moderators are, etc.
I think this forum is great. Much better than Facebook, which I’ve been using since it shut down (so I’m happy to see it’s working again...)
Hi there, I’ve been traveling for 18 years now, at least 6 months a year, and as the years go by, I actually enjoy coming back to France more and more—a feeling I struggled with at first. I mean, we always think the grass is greener elsewhere.
But in the end, I find meaning in that saying about how there’s no place like home. I still love traveling just as much, but now my trips are shorter, and I enjoy spending more time in our beautiful country, even though I don’t hesitate to criticize it.
How about you? How do you handle coming back from your travels?
A few years ago, I went with a group of friends to lend a hand at a small rural school near Thiès, Senegal.
It was a relaxed but hardworking atmosphere—hands in the mortar, laughter, exchanges, and everything that a COOPERATION project can bring.
Today, the little project is flying on its own.
Wanting to explore Senegal’s riches, we set off for some tourism in the Siné Saloum. One girl in our group fell ill (a malaria attack), and we decided to take her to see a doctor at a large tourist complex nearby. Despite her condition, we had to "show our credentials" (if I may say so) just to get in. She was treated and has been fine since.
This "stop" at a Club Med-style resort with a Teutonic twist—resembling Le Grau-du-Roi but fancier—was a horror show for us: pools, massive artificial basins dyed blue, pink, or green (!!!!), animators shouting around wet T-shirt contests or coconut tree climbing, and sunburned (or sun-pinked) *toubabs*.
The entire hotel was surrounded by a huge wall, behind which a small souvenir-seller slum had sprung up, worthy of Dakar’s outer neighborhoods.
On leaving, we saw a minibus of guests returning from an "excursion," loaded with masks, fabrics, and djembés—African souvenirs?
Maybe those will be *theirs*?
What impression did the kids clustered at the hotel gates get?
What about the Black servers in "traditional African costumes," serving cocktails and ice cream nonstop?
For me, who experienced Africa very young and in the bush, this remains a haunting image.
On VF, this kind of vacation doesn’t seem to be the norm among users, and that’s exactly why I signed up.
Have you ever experienced this kind of interstellar travel?
Do you understand the Martians?
Are their motivations peaceful?
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