Ca y est les Apprentis voyageurs sont repartis … enfin apprentis … plus vraiment, on commence à être rodé !
Cette fois nous allons 8 jours au Japon du 24 octobre au 02 novembre. Pour nous c’est une destination mythique, bercés que nous avons été dans notre adolescence par les romans de Samouraïs.
Préambule
Ce voyage se fera sans enfants mais avec un très bon copain.
Au niveau saison, nous sommes au début de la saison des érables rouges, pour nous qui aimons les arbres c’est l’occasion de voir les forêts avec de magnifiques couleurs.
Comme la durée est très courte nous n’avons fait que Tokyo (4 jours) et Kyoto (3,5 jours).
Nous aurons de nombreuses « premières » ou expériences à commencer par le vol aller que nous ferons dans un A380 de la Lufthansa.
C’est vraiment une nouvelle génération d’avion, où ils ont certes pensé à la rentabilité des compagnies aériennes mais aussi à l’économie de carburant tout améliorant le confort des passagers. En effet il est plus silencieux, plus confortable et vibre moins que les autres avions. La place y est tout à fait correcte.
Qu’avons pu voir :
A Tokyo :
J1 Yanaka, Ueno et Akihabara
J2 Marché aux poissons, Roppongi pour la vue et le Mori Art Muséum, Shinkuju en journée pour ses buildings puis Golden Gai et Kabukicho
J3 Korakuen Park, Meiji Shrine dans son parc, Omote-Sando Dori, Takeshita-Dori, Yoyogi Park pour finir la journée à Sibuya
J4 Une journée avec Tokyo Safari qui nous a permis de visiter Tokyo par le petit côté de la lorgnette (Asakusa, Tokyo Dome, Yushima (temple noir et Kanda-Myojin), Tokyo Station, Tokyo International Forum et Obaida).
J6 Arashiyama avec Tenkyu-Ji, la forêt de bambous et quelques petits temples (Jojjako-ji, Nison-in, .), Saiho-Ji, Sanjusangendo et Kyomizu-dera avec retour à Yasaka par entre autre la ruelle Ishibe-Koji. Le soir Shinbashi et Ponto-Cho.
J7 Daitoku, un « lotissement » de temples où nous visiterons le Daisen-in, le Souken-in, le Kourin-in et le Oubai-in (mention spéciale pour ce dernier), ensuite Kinkaku Ji (pavillon d’or), Ryoan Ji, Myoshin-Ji, un autre « lotissement » avec notamment le Taizin-in, ensuite le musée des Mangas, Nishiki Market, rue piétonne et couverte, « ventre de Kyoto » et la galerie Teramachi
J8 Heian-Jingu, Ginkaku-Ji (pavillon d’argent), le chemin des philosophes, Nanzen-Ji avec notamment le Ten Juan (mention spéciale), Higashi-Honganji et pour finir une belle cérémonie du thé
… Ensuite Shinkansen et Keiko Line jusqu’à Haneda
Informations diverses
Le métro de Tokyo
Il faut savoir qu’à Tokyo, 2 compagnies se partagent les lignes de métro, des lignes aériennes un peu dans le principe du RER, des lignes de train de la compagnie JR et je crois que c’est tout … ça fait beaucoup d’autant plus que chaque compagnie peut avoir sa propre station, par exemple à Asakusa il y a 3 stations !!!
Ceci dit tout est très clairement indiqué et ils utilisent beaucoup les codes couleurs. Nous trouverons donc sans difficulté le Keiko Express Rapid Ginza Line. Autre particularité bien pratique, chaque ligne à une lettre et chaque station un numéro, ce qui nous permet de facilement nous repérer sans avoir besoin de nous lancer dans la traduction Japonaise !.
Nous arrivons à Tokyo à 7h50 du matin après un vol où nous aurons peu dormi.
A l’aéroport, fini de rigoler, nous sommes en terrain totalement inconnu avec un certain nombres de tâches à effectuer: échange du voucher du JR Pass, achat de la Suica Card, retrait d’argent et trouver le train qui nous mènera à Asakusa, le quartier de Tokyo où nous logerons pour les 4 prochaines nuits.
Pour une fois nous n’avons pas d’impératif horaire donc nous ferons tout ça dans le calme … à la Japonaise quoi !
Immigration, douane, récupération de bagages se feront rapidement, sans histoire.
Ensuite direction le bureau de la JR East, compagnie de trains qui dessert le JR Pass et où on peut acheter la Suica Card (carte magnétique rechargeable pour le métro et super pratique).
Première file d’attente, on tend notre voucher pour un JR Pass 7 jours en demandant le déclenchement des 7 jours que le lendemain, pas de problème, 4 formulaires et 5 coups de tampons plus loin et c’est bon. Et maintenant la Suica Card … à oui mais pour celle-là ils n’acceptent que les paiements en liquide, mince ! on est bon pour chercher un ATM et revenir faire la queue.
On part à la recherche d’un ATM, il n’y en a pas tant que ça, les Japonais n’étant pas trop branché Visa et Mastercard.
A notre retour dans « l’office center de JR East » une employée filtre la file d’attente pour indiquer à chacun ce qu’il lui est nécessaire au guichet afin de gagner du temps, efficace, pour nous qui ne cherchons qu’une Suica Card nous aurons droit à une file « raccourcie ».
Une fois nos précieux pass dans la poche direction le métro.
Il faut savoir qu’à Tokyo, 2 compagnies se partagent les lignes de métro, des lignes aériennes un peu dans le principe du RER, des lignes de train de la compagnie JR et je crois que c’est tout … ça fait beaucoup d’autant plus que chaque compagnie peut avoir sa propre station, par exemple à Asakusa il y a 3 stations !!! Ceci dit tout est très clairement indiqué et ils utilisent beaucoup les codes couleurs. Nous trouverons donc sans difficulté le Keiko Express Rapid Ginza Line. Autre particularité bien pratique, chaque ligne à une lettre et chaque station un numéro, ce qui nous permet de facilement nous repérer sans avoir besoin de nous lancer dans la traduction Japonaise !.
Arrivés à Asakusa, direction le Ryokan Mikawaya où nous serons bien accueillis et où nous aurons la chance de pouvoir disposer de la chambre dès le matin.
J’avais choisi un petit Ryokan, auberge Japonaise, situé dans Asakusa et tout proche du temple Senso Ji. Le temps de nous familiariser aux spécificités japonaises, petite porte d’entrée, chaussures dans le vestibule et en chaussettes dans la chambre qui doit faire 2.20m x 3.5m en tout plus une minuscule salle de bains, des futons comme lit, une petite table basse pour le thé et deux kimonos de nuit. La salle de bains est aussi toute équipée avec brosse dents, dentifrice, peigne, je crois même rasoir, bref tout ce qu’il faut pour pouvoir passer une bonne nuit … on retrouvera très souvent ce côté « on a pensé à tout » au Japon … on est loin de la qualité de service à la Française qui n’est plus que l’ombre de ce qu’elle fut !.
Après une petite sieste nous partons découvrir la ville.
Etant habitué au métro parisien c’est sans aucun problème que nous nous déplacerons dans son homologue tokyoïte.
AH SI ! Il y a des différences : les trains sont précis à la … minute !, les rames et les stations semblent sortir du magasin, pas une tâche, pas une rayure, pas un coup de couteau dans les sièges et pas l’ombre d’un quart de demi tag et je ne vous parle pas du sol où l’on pourrait manger parterre. Rien ne traîne. De plus chaque station à des sanitaires absolument nickel et cerise sur le gâteau pas d’odeur, ni nauséabonde ni même de produit de nettoyage bon marché, rien.
Quand aux passagers, ils font gentiment la queue sur les emplacements marqués, de part et d’autre de la porte pour permettre aux occupants de la rame de pouvoir sortir facilement, le tout dans le silence et sans bousculade. Quand aux trains ils s’arrêtent à l’emplacement indiqué avec une précision de l’ordre de 10 cm.
On sent qu’on va bien se plaire ici !.
Revenons-en à notre parcours :
Métro direction Nippori, où nous déjeunerons dans une gargote spécialisée dans les tempuras, bon et pas cher.
Ensuite direction le quartier de Yanaka, mince c’est sur une colline !. Une fois en haut nous n’aurons pas le courage de redescendre la rue commerçante de l’autre côté, nous traverserons ce vieux quartier par ses ruelles en direction du cimetière. C’est un ancien quartier de Tokyo, on se croirait dans les années 50 d’après le LP, c’est vrai !, de petites maisons collées les unes aux autres entrecoupées de nombreux petits temples, dommage que tous les câbles électriques soient aériens.
Nous traverserons le cimetière, impressionnant avant de « descendre » vers le parc Ueno.
Un petit arrêt au temple Jomyo-in, puis le temple Kan-Eiji dans le parc Ueno.
Nous laisserons de côté le musée national pour aller voir le sanctuaire Toshogu et le lac ?de Shinobazu partiellement couvert de lotus. Ca doit être magnifique lorsque les lotus sont en fleur.
Nous sortirons du parc au sud pour rejoindre le temple Yushima Tenjin.
Pour ensuite rejoindre à pieds Akihabara.
Ce qui nous attirait dans Tokyo c’est le contraste tradition / modernité, avec la transition temple / Mangas. Akihabara nous serons en plein dans la « thématique » !.
Akihabara est le quartier des lumières et des Mangas, avec les boutiques de gadgets électroniques, la jeunesse joueuse avec ses salles de jeux, les façades avec d’immenses affiches éclairées par une multitude de néons. C’est vraiment hors norme. J’ai adoré.
Si seulement nous n’étions pas aussi fatigués …
Un arrêt pour manger une pâtisserie … ah on ne vous avait pas dit ! Les Japonais sont des fanas des emballages, pas moins de 4 « couches » toujours esthétiques avant de pouvoir déguster nos deux tranches de cake, au demeurant excellentes.
Un dernier coup d’œil et direction Asakusa, en métro.
Le soir nous irons manger des Unagis (anguilles) dans un restaurant « très typique » pas très loin de l’hôtel … ne me demandez pas de répéter son nom !
Bref, les chaussures restent à l’entrée, nous mangerons en tailleur sur des tatamis avec une longue planche de bois faisant office de table. Le service sera parfait et le dépaysement total, même si nous n’avons pas été enthousiasmés par le plat. Au Japon les restaurants sont très souvent spécialisés, par exemple celui où nous avons diné fait des anguilles depuis … 300 ans ! Ah oui tout de même !
Comme nous sommes tout à côté du Senso-Ji tous les soirs nous viendrons contempler cet ensemble de temple la nuit … c’est très beau … et beaucoup moins fréquenté qu’en journée.
Maintenant dodo sur nos futons après une journée pleine de découvertes et d’expériences nouvelles.
2h10 du matin TING !!! Les yeux instantanément ouverts « c’est ce que je crois » me demande Valérie, « oui c’est bien un tremblement de terre ! ». Pas fier mais pas plus inquiet que ça les Alsaciens, nous en avons déjà subit quelques uns chez nous, mais celui-là dure plus longtemps. Le lendemain nous aurons un certain nombre de sms inquiets car comme il était tout de même assez important il aura été relayé dans la presse internationale.
Samedi
Aujourd’hui Thierry nous rejoint, son avion est arrivé à 4h45, il arrive à l’hôtel vers 7h.
Le temps de déposer ses affaires, de se sécher (il pleut averse) et c’est parti !.
Première pause … Starbuck, nous découvrirons que c’est son « repaire » matinal favori.
Ensuite direction le marché aux poissons …. Sous la pluie.
Arrivé sur place nous apprendrons que, sauf autorisation particulière, le marché n’ouvre au public qu’à 9 h … que cela ne tiennent nous irons prendre un petit déjeuner de SUSHIS.
Nous repérons un petit restaurant dans le marché aux poissons, faisons la queue et … miam qu’est-ce qu’ils sont bons ces sushis !.
Le restaurant est un bar où vous êtes installé face aux cuisiniers qui préparent les sushis devant vous.
Un régal.
Ensuite visite du marché avec ses étales, ses poissons bien rangés, on est tout de même au Japon ! Ces pieuvres colorées, ces quartiers de gros poissons et ses magnifiques couteaux à découper.
Le marché fini, il pleut toujours ! Que faire, pourquoi pas Roppongi, c’est un grand centre commercial avec une tour d’où on a une belle vue … même si sous les nuages et la pluie c’est un peu dommage.
Etonnamment nous avons eu du mal à trouver le « bon » Roppongi, en fait c’est un ensemble de tours … Comme nous y sommes et qu’il pleut toujours on en profitera pour visiter le Mori Art Muséum.
Ensuite retour à l’hôtel pour une petite sieste et direction Shinkuju.
Shinkuju est un quartier moderne et vivant, du côté Ouest de magnifiques gratte-ciels dont la mairie où nous monterons voir la vue, mais il fera trop nuageux pour voir le mont Fuji.
En revenant de la mairie vers la gare de Shinkuju on traverse « la ville électrique » qui est un peu la petite sœur de Akihabara, entre néon et jeunes « geeks »
Du côté Est magasins et restaurants.
Pour le diner nous irons dans un restaurant recommandé par le LP spécialisé dans les Tempura. Le cuisinier les prépare devant vous … et ils seront excellents, et comme toujours un service à la Japonaise ... parfait.
Ensuite nous déambulerons dans le quartier, notamment vers Golden Gai avec ses bars minuscules dans de minuscules ruelles dans une ambiance d’un autre âge, vraiment sympa. Ensuite Kabukicho, quartier du soir avec Love hôtel et très animé, les Tokyoïtes y viennent en nombre, les passages piétons sont remplis.
Mais malgré cette foule on s’y sent bien, ici point de délinquance, il ne se dégage aucune agressivité de la foule, tout le monde se croise sans se bousculer, sans crier. Tokyo est une ville étonnamment calme, pas un coup de klaxon, pas de scooters, pas de cris, pas d’insécurité, pas d’odeur de pisse dans les recoins ou les ruelles, tout est propre … je pourrais dire « tous les avantages d’une grande ville sans ses inconvénients ! ».
Après un petit tour au temple, seconde nuit au Ryokan, finalement on dort bien parterre ... surtout sans tremblement de terre.
Dimanche
AH AH ! Le jour de repos des Japonais, on va pouvoir les découvrir en goguette !
Nous commencerons par un joli parc « paysages » le Korakuen, dommage on est une ou deux semaines trop tôt pour voir les érables complètement rouges.
Ensuite direction Yoyogi Station qui nous permettra de rentrer par le nord dans le parc de Meiji.
Dans les allées du parc nous croiserons des Japonais et surtout des enfants en habits traditionnels.
Au temple de Meiji nous verrons plusieurs processions de mariages Shinto.
Dans l’un deux la mariée devait être une « vrai » Japonaise traditionnaliste car lorsqu’elle se déplace elle ne fait aucun mouvement, c’est très « bizarre » on croirait une statue sur des roulettes, son corps de bouge absolument pas, elle n’ondoie pas lorsqu’elle marche, vraiment impressionnant.
Il y a aussi un spectacle de samouraïs pour fêter l’anniversaire de l’empereur Meiji.
Mais comme au Japon tout se déroule lentement, ça doit être le côté zen, on ne restera pas jusqu’au bout.
Nous traversons le parc pour sortir à Hakajuku espérant y voir des Cosplays, il y a effectivement une foule bigarrée mais nous n’entreverrons qu’une seule vraie Cosplay.
Nous nous enquillerons la Omote-Sando Dori, d’après le LP l’équivalent des Champs Elysées, bon ça n’a pas la même majesté même s’il y a pléthore de beaux magasins, mais que de monde !
Nous déjeunerons dans un petit restaurant bio.
Ensuite nous aurons la chance de voir une cavalcade organisée pour Halloween, une chose qui est sûr c’est que les Japonais adorent se déguiser !!!
Ensuite direction Takeshita-Dori, la rue des magasins pour djeun’s … et je peux vous dire qu’ils sont nombreux les jeunes, c’est « blindé » de monde comme dirait Théo. On y trouve de tout au niveau vestimentaire … comment dire … originale… un endroit où Valérie aurait bien aimé pouvoir flâner plus longtemps.
Nous poursuivons par Yoyogi Park où les Tokyoïtes viennent se détendre dans un écrin de verdure. A l’entrée un groupe de pseudo rockeurs se déchainent, le ton est donné, suivront des cosplays, des gothiques, des « petites maisons dans la prairie », des écolières, et tout le monde se côtoie sans jamais donner l’impression de se juger.
Nous « descendons » ensuite vers Sibuya et son carrefour légendaire où 1000 personnes se croisent à chaque fois que les feux des passages piétons passent au vert. Nous nous installons au 1er étage du Starbuck pour goûter tout en ayant une vue plongeant sur ce spectacle.
Nous passerons la soirée dans le quartier vivant et jeune.
Notre diner sera composé de quelques modestes morceaux de bœuf de Kobe … excellent !.
Toujours pas de tremblement de terre … donc une bonne nuit
Petit déjeuner japonais à l’hôtel pour nous avant d’aller découvrir le Senso-Ji … de jour cette fois ci.
Lundi
Pour aujourd’hui nous avons réservé un « safari » dans Tokyo. C’est une approche originale de la capitale que propose David, un photographe, par l’intermédiaire de sa société « Tokyo Safari ».
De ruelles en rues, de magasins d’accessoires de cuisine en magasin de thé où nous serons très bien accueillis, de temples en tours, David nous fera découvrir la vie quotidienne tout en nous donnant des explications sur la vie Japonaise. Nous découvrirons par exemple le marché de ???, ancien marché noir Américain, nous dégusterons du thé, verrons de belles et minuscules librairies, d’anciens quartiers destinés à la destruction, nous irons profiter d’une belle vue dans une tour à côté du Tokyo Dome, d’un bon repas dans un petit restaurant traditionnel,
…jusqu’à ce que CATASTROPHE je ne trouve plus mon portefeuille, l’aurais-je oublié au restaurant ou à la tour où pour rendre des photos du point de vue j’avais déballé tout mon matériel photo au Yushima Seido, mais je ne m'en suis rendu compte qu'au sanctuaire Kanda-Myojin.
David avait bien me répété qu’a Tokyo on ne peut pas perdre quelque chose, que le vol n’existe pas, … j’étais sérieusement inquiet !. Nous sommes retournés au restaurant, à la tour et avons refait exactement le même chemin en scrutant le sol et les murets pour voir si quelqu’un y avait déposé mon portefeuille. Et enfin à l’avant dernier temple où nous avons été, qui était en train de fermer, les caissières nous disent l’avoir recueilli, quel n’a pas été leur soulagement de voir apparaitre le propriétaire du portefeuille. Malheureusement elles l’avaient déjà amené au poste de police … on y court … eux l’avaient déjà amené aux objets trouvés.. L’efficacité Japonaise a encore frappée …. Quelques formulaires plus loin et un grand OUF !!!.
Malheureusement toute cette histoire nous aura fait perdre 1h30, donc raté pour retourner à Yanaka et à Akihabara. Nous prendrons un taxi pour rejoindre la gare de Tokyo où nous nous rendrons dans un immeuble voisin duquel nous avons une belle vue sur la gare et le parvis.
Ensuite l’immeuble Dentsu dessiné par Jean Nouvel et le Tokyo International Forum à la structure de « baleine ».
Ce sont des immeubles « remarquables » au niveau architecte et photogénique.
Pour la soirée direction Obaida par un métro aérien qui traverse la baie par le Rainbow Bridge. Obaida m'avait été recommandé par une amie, Lalee, je suis donc super content qu'on puisse tout de même s'y rendre.
Ce quartier fruit de la bulle immobilière des années 90 possède de beaux immeubles (par exemple Fuji TV) et une zone de détente. Nous y verrons un robot géant, une statue de la liberté, des « bateaux mouches », ….
Après avoir remercié David pour cette belle journée de découvertes … et de son aide pour retrouver mon portefeuille nous irons diner, pour moi ce sera des Teppanyaki.
L’expérience Tokyo Safari est vraiment à recommander.
Ce matin lever de bonne heure, tour au Starbuck puis direction la gare pour rejoindre Kyoto par le fameux Shinkansen. La précision Japonaise leur permet de faire se suivre des TGV avec un intervalle de 15 minutes.
Le Shinkansen est l’équivalent du TGV Français en plus beaucoup plus grand, plus confortable et beaucoup beaucoup plus de place.
Sur le trajet nous ne verrons pas de paysages remarquables, il y a des habitations partout.
Arrivés à Kyoto nous prendrons un taxi pour nous rendre au Ryokan Gion Hatanaka … oui je sais, nous nous sommes gâtés !.
Superbement placé à côté du sanctuaire Yasaka. L’hôtel, bien que récent, reprendre une conception traditionnelle, avec paravents, portes coulissantes, petit jardin zen. Naturellement petit vestibule pour laisser les chaussures, sol recouvert de tatamis avec une charmante jeune japonaise en kimono qui viendra nous installer et désinstaller les futons pour la nuit, une partie salon derrière un paravent donnant sur le jardin, une salle de bain avec baignoire en bois, des WC … mais des WC ... un truc de « ouf » comme dirait Théo : lorsque tu ouvres la porte le couvercle des WC s’ouvre tout seul, il y a des chaussons au pied de la porte, la lunette est chauffante, un pschitt de désodorisant et un poste de pilotage digne d’une chaine hifi !!!.
Somptueux !.
Nous apprendront que notre pack de 3 nuits comprend un diner et un petit déjeuner traditionnel Edo … vivement ce soir.
En route pour la découverte de Kyoto, tout de suite on se rend compte que l’atmosphère y est très différente de Tokyo, on a vraiment l’impression d’être dans une ville de province, beaucoup plus traditionaliste, il faut dire que c’était pendant des siècles la capitale de l’empire Japonais.
Les traces du passé glorieux et la sophistication de l’ère Edo se ressentent vraiment.
A l’origine j’avais prévu de louer des vélos pendant les 3 jours, mais les distances à parcourir et le bon réseau de métro nous ferons choisir cette option, mais si cela impliquera de beaucoup marcher.
A la sortie de l’hôtel, Yasaka nous attire immédiatement, du sanctuaire pour traverserons le parc Maruyama jusqu’au Chion In.
Le Chion est un bel ensemble de temples, dont le principal est en restauration, néanmoins le Torii est impressionnant et les petites « maisons de thé » sur les hauteurs sont vraiment très belles.
C’est un bel ensemble, il y a aussi un jardin, payant, mais nous n’y irons pas tenaillé par nos estomacs.
Direction la ville où nous déjeunerons de « Soba », nouilles Japonaises à base de farine de sarrasin. Elles sont souvent servies froides.
«Le Sanmon (Porte principale) est le plus grand portail du Japon. Il a été récemment restauré à sa taille initiale. »c’est un peu lapidaire comme commentaire pour un temple qui ne manque pas de charmes.
Ensuite nous ferons la « boucle sud »
Direction le Metro, dommage ils ne prennent pas le Suica Card et n’ont pas l’équivalent, du moins pas à notre connaissance. Il faut donc regarder les tableaux pour connaitre le montant de trajet et acheter le ticket à des bornes automatiques.
Fushimi-Inari est le temple aux 30.000 Tories oranges, c’est vraiment très photogénique de sillonner la montagne à l’intérieur de ces portiques. On peut en acheter et les prix varient suivant la taille et l’endroit. Bel endroit, à recommander.
«Le sanctuaire Fushimi-Inari est l'un des plus célèbres sanctuaires shintô du pays. Il retient surtout l'attention par la présence des innombrables petits torii (sorte de portique), offerts par des fidèles. Ils se dressent sur la colline, formant un tunnel de 4 km de long".
Ensuite nous remonterons vers le centre ville à pieds jusqu’au Tōfuku-ji. Très beau temple avec un superbe jardin Zen principal et des plus petits autour du bâtiment. Les jardins zens sont toujours payant et entourent les temples, il faut donc laisser les chaussures à l’entrée et visiter en chaussettes en se promenant sur les coursives qui entourent le chœur. On y voit l’autel, la salle avec les tatamis, les salles où on peut s’isoler pour méditer en s’isolant par des paravents, en général peints.
En « annexe » on trouve de petites maisons de thé et les fameux jardins.
Au Tōfuku-ji il y a aussi un pont (Tutsen) qui enjambe un vallon, le pont est très réputé comme point de vue pour contempler les érables rouges en automne, j’ai d’ailleurs l’impression qu’il n’a été construit il y a longtemps, dans le but de cette méditation … les Japonais ne recule devant rien si c’est pour contempler la nature !.
Ce temple est vraiment à recommander, si on avait eu plus de temps c’est dans celui-là que j’aurais aimé retourner !.
« Le temple Tōfuku-ji est le temple principal de la branche des temples Tōfuku-ji du bouddhisme zen Rinzai. Il a été fondé en 1236.
Il est connu comme étant l'un des points d'observation les plus populaires pour admirer le magnifique feuillage d'automne de Kyoto. Les érables situés dans l'enceinte du temple à côté du pont Tsuten sont sa pièce maîtresse. Le temple Tōfuku-ji est également réputé pour ses nombreux et superbes jardins paysagers conçus avec un mélange heureux de mousses et de pierres. Parmi tous les chefs-d'œuvre de l'architecture bouddhique qu'il abrite, il faut remarquer le Sanmon, une porte de 22 mètres de hauteur, construite en 1425. C'est la porte principale zen la plus ancienne du Japon. La maison du bain yokushitsu à l'ouest du Sanmon a été bâtie dans un style classique et a été désignée comme Propriété culturelle importante par le gouvernement japonais. »
Ce soir un festin nous attend, plus encore que tout ce qu’on avait pu imaginer.
Le Ryokan répond vraiment à la tradition, on ne croise jamais les autres locataires, tout est fermé par des paravents et des portes coulissantes, le repas est servi dans notre « chambre ».
Nous y attend également des kimonos « de jour » des chaussettes à deux doigts et des blousons matelassés qu’on peut enfiler sur les kimonos s’il fait frais.
Notre hôtesse, que Thierry a surnommé « Michoko » s’occupera entièrement de nous. A chaque fois qu’elle rentre dans la chambre, une courbette et elle se déplace à genoux. Comme les japonais ne parlent presque pas anglais, Michko a des petites fiches sur lesquelles elle a écrit ce qu’elle veut nous dire, c’est absolument charmant. On est vraiment ailleurs et « Michoko » y est pour quelque chose, à chaque fois qu’elle pose une question elle se fige tel une statue en attendant la réponse et si la réponse est farfelue et ne correspond pas aux réponses « normales » elle répète la question et se fige à nouveau en position d’attente.
D’abord elle regroupe les 3 petites tables au milieu, nous amène le thé et les serviettes chaudes (que nous aurons à tous nos repas à Kyoto), ensuite la première série de plats en nous annonçant avec son plus grand sourire qu’elle reviendra à 4 reprises avec à chaque fois des nouveaux plats aux nouvelles saveurs!!!.
Alors que dire … c’est original … mais encore … tout est original … peu de saveurs connues … et l’esthétisme des plats semblent avoir presque autant d’importance que leurs goûts (nous avons compté pas moins de 30 plats différents).
Ce sera un diner historique, certainement le diner le plus original et grandiose que nous ayons fait. Certes les plats ne valent pas nos restaurants étoilés mais l’ensemble est tout à fait remarquable.
Pour nous ce diner fait partie intégrante de la découverte du Japon, des Japonais et de la civilisation Nippone qui est aussi ancienne que la notre.
A la fin du repas, après nous avoir laissé digérer un peu, Michoko reviendra pour déplier nos futons et préparer la pièce pour la nuit. Nous même nous échangerons nos kimonos de jour contre ceux de nuit !.
Mercredi
Après une bonne nuit, c’est l’avantage avec la cuisine Japonaise, la jeune fille reviendra pour nous préparer le petit déjeuner, là c’est seulement 16 plats ou saveurs qui nous attendent.
Voilà une journée qui commence aussi bien que la précédente a fini !.
Qu’avons-nous au programme :
Un petit tour dans le quartier d'Arashiyama tout à fait à l’Ouest de Kyoto avant de nous rendre au Saiho-Ji, le temple des mousses
Donc métro, JR jusqu’à la station Arashiyama. De la nous traverserons le pont Togetsu-kyo, pont très connu, le cadre est assez bucolique. Nous le traverserons pour nous rendre Kenryu-ji. Nous y ferons le tour du très beau jardin où les mousses sont aussi bien présentes.
« Construit au 14e siècle, le temple Tenryuji est surtout connu pour son jardin. Conçu pour calmer l'esprit, selon les principes du zen, le centre est un étang autour duquel sont disposés diverses essences d'arbres et des rochers reproduisant un paysage naturel. Les collines de Arashiyama, dans le fond, semblent ainsi être le prolongement du jardin. Cette structure inspira de nombreux et célèbres jardins par la suite. Ce temple, qui fait partie du patrimoine mondial de l'Unesco, est le temple principal de l'école Rinzai du bouddhisme zen. »
Le jardin est effectivement vraiment très beau et lorsqu’on quitte le temple par sa sortie nord on arrive dans la fameuse allée qui traverse une mini forêt de bambous … magique et photogénique !.
Ayant encore un peu de temps avant de rejoindre le Saiho-Ji nous flânerons à visiter quelques petites temples dans la forêt au Nord de la forêt de bambous (Jojakko-ji et Nison-in)
En revanche rejoindre le Saiho-Ji n’est du tout aisé depuis Arashiyama, nous prendrons donc le taxi (il y en a beaucoup à Kyoto) qui nous déposera devant le temple.
On en profitera pour déjeuner sur le pouce … genre glace au Matcha avec soupe de haricots hazukis sucrée et crème glacée à la vanille.
Ensuite le Saiho-Ji, grand moment !.
Pour visiter ce temple il faut écrire au moins 2 semaines avant pour recevoir une « invitation » qui a été déposé à notre hôtel. C’est eux qui décident le jour et l’heure parmi choix de dates qu’on leur donne.
Pour nous ce sera le 30 à 13 h.
On pensait que ce serait confidentiel, bon ben pas tant que ça, nous serons tout de même une cinquantaine de personnes à attendre devant les grilles.
Un peu avant 13h un moine viendra nous ouvrir, direction le bâtiment principal, enlèvement de chaussures, on commence à être habitué, puis on nous installe, en tailleur devant de petits pupitres avec à notre droite un encrier et un pinceau … et oui il nous faudra recopier une calligraphie tracée en filigrane. Pas simple cette histoire surtout que les idéogrammes sont en colonnes et vont de la droite vers la gauche … les gauchers sont donc favorisés.
Nous auront une « pause » pour assister à un office Shinto avec BONG, TING et litanie, grand moment !!!
Ensuite on calligraphie encore un peu, on écrit un vœu et hop on a le droit de rejoindre le jardin.
Ce jardin est réputé pour ses mousses, il est, oui comment il est … parfait … en sous bois, avec de petits ponts, de la mousse partout, des arbres « nettoyés », on se promène ainsi à contempler les jeux d’ombres et de lumières à travers la frondaison … moment magique pendant lequel l’appareil photographique crépitera pour tenter de faire ressortir cette ambiance … sans succès.
Après cette expérience exceptionnelle hors du temps nous reprendrons un taxi pour aller au Sanjusangendo.
« Ce temple, reconstruit en 1266, est célèbre pour sa statue en bois du bodhisattva Kannon aux onze visages, classée Trésor National. Elle est entourée des 28 statues de ses gardiens et de mille et une autres plus petites reproduisant le même bodhisattva. Par ailleurs, avec ses 118 mètres de long, c'est le bâtiment en bois le plus long du monde".
Ces milles statues alignées sont vraiment impressionnantes, le bâtiment en lui-même est aussi impressionnant.
Ensuite nous nous rendrons à pieds au Kyomizu-dera, très beau temple qui surplombe la ville de Kyoto. Pour y aller nous emprunterons un petit sentier qui longe un immense cimetière, chouette chemin où nous serons seuls avant d‘arriver dans le monde. Effectivement le Kyomizu est très beau mais aussi très fréquenté par les écoles japonaises.
Bel ensemble aussi très connu pour sa grande terrasse sur pilotis.
« Kiyomizu est un ancien temple de la secte bouddhiste Hosso.
Fondé à la fin du 8e siècle, le temple Kiyomizudera est situé au pied de la colline de Higashiyama. Le bâtiment principal, classé Trésor National, fut reconstruit en 1633 par le shogunat des Tokugawa. Sa terrasse en bois, soutenue par 139 pilotis géants de 15 mètres de hauteur, surplombe un ravin et offre un magnifique panorama de la ville. »
Ensuite nous redescendons à pieds à travers les petits rues touristiques et bordées d’échoppes, nous bifurquerons vers Yasaka à travers ce vieux quartier, ok touristique mais très beau et avec une ambiance « vieux Kyoto » que j’affectionne beaucoup. Il y a une ruelle très mignonne dont j'ai découvert le nom sur le carnet de Lalee: Ishibe-Koji
Ce soir, diner en ville, plus « classique » que la veille, remarque c’est pas difficile
Juste une petite remarque concernant les restaurants à Kyoto : nous avons trouvé qu’il n’est pas facile de choisir où et quoi manger à Kyoto ! La ville est mondialement connue et pourtant peu de restaurants affichent leur menu en anglais et indiquent les prix et cerise sur le gâteau comment même savoir que c’est un restaurant ... ha ha !! à ça on n’avait pas pensé !
Ensuite il y a une cuisine de rue pour grignoter, des restaurants traditionnels à 50 € par personnes mais peu de restaurants « intermédiaires ». D’ailleurs les Japonais soit grignotent soit cassent leur tirelire mais toujours est-il que dans les restaurants « intermédiaires » il y a principalement des occidentaux.
Cerise sur l’assiette, il est très difficile de savoir si on va aimer ou non avant d’avoir gouté tellement les plats sont déroutants (couleur, aspect, texture, ingrédients, …)
Après le repas nous nous promenons dans Gion, en commençant par HANAMIKOJI Dori puis Shinbashi Dori, là on a l’impression de remonter dans le temps et de nous retrouver dans le Japon du moyen âge avec ses maisons closes en bois, ses geishas, ses samouraïs (des temps modernes) qui viennent s’y faire « choyer ».
Au niveau ambiance c’est très intéressant, il faut y venir à partir de 21h quand les « protagonistes » arrivent.
Ensuite un petit tour à Ponto-Cho, minuscule rue très animée, qui fait plus « populaire » que Shinbashi.
Lorsqu’on rentre à l’hôtel notre nid douillet est prêt à nous accueillir.
Une belle journée pleine d’expériences nouvelles, magique !!!!
Jeudi
Aujourd’hui ce sera la boucle Nord Ouest qui possède quelques beaux trésors.
Direction le métro et la station Kitaoji. Une petite trotte et voici notre premier temple, le Daitoku-Ji, en fait il s’agit plutôt d’un « lotissement de temples »
« Imposant complexe pour la transmission et l'enseignement du bouddhisme zen, le temple Daitokuji est constitué d'une vingtaine de temples dont cinq sont ouverts au public. Ils cachent un grand nombre de trésors inestimables et de beaux jardins-paysages datant des 15e, 16e et 17e siècles. L'un des plus célèbres des le jardin de pierres du temple Daisen-in. »
Lorsque nous y seront il n’y en a que 3 qui sont ouverts plus 3 autres, exceptionnellement en l’honneur du festival d’automne.
Nous visiterons le Daisin-In puisque son jardin zen est très réputé, bon les photos sont interdites et il n’y a pas grand-chose d’ouvert dans le temple, un peu contrariés nous décidons de laisser tomber les « classiques » pour nous consacrer à ceux qui participent au festival d’automne, d’autant plus qu’il y a un billet combiné qui regroupent les trois pour un prix un peu plus raisonnables.
Bien nous en a pris ; dans le premier, le Souken-in, l’accueil fut très sympathique et presque familial, on sent qu’ils n’ont pas l’habitude des touristes et ils font un réel effort. La visite sera fort sympathique.
Le second plus rapide à visiter est surtout intéressant pour les peintures Kouren-in !
Le troisième, Oubai-in, me plaira particulièrement, on se promène le long des coursives des différents bâtiments en longeant de très beaux jardins Zen. Dans celui-ci on peut visiter plus de bâtiments que dans les autres ce sera très intéressant et « zen ».
En effet ces trois temples sont très peu fréquenté et le oubai-in est vraiment à voir.
Ensuite une bonne petite marche nous attend pour rejoindre le Kinkaku-ji Ji (pavillon d’or).
« Ce temple est fameux dans le monde entier pour son pavillon d'or étincelant.
Le temple Kinkaku-ji ou « Pavillon d'Or » fut à l'origine la villa de détente d'un shogun Ashikaga, généralissime de l'époque Muromachi (1336-1573). A la mort de celui-ci, il fut transformé en temple. Un merveilleux jardin s'étend devant ce pavillon recouvert de feuilles d'or, réplique parfaite de l'édifice original détruit en 1950 et reconstruit en 1955 (cet événement fit l'objet du roman Le Pavillon d'Or de Yukio Mishima). »
Là il y a déjà beaucoup plus de monde, écolier et touristes. Il faut dire qu’un pavillon entièrement recouvert d’or ça en « jette » !.
Nous ferons le circuit qui longe le pavillon et traverse les beaux jardins, c’est très beau mais beaucoup plus touristique.
Ensuite direction le Ryoan Ji et son célèbre jardin zen aux 15 pierres, dont on n’arrive, quelque soit l’angle à n’en voir que 14.
« La principale attraction ici est le jardin de pierre disposé selon le style karesansui (paysage sec).Le temple Ryōan-ji est célèbre pour son jardin, parfait exemple d'inspiration Karesansui. Quinze rochers émergent d'une mer de sable blanc. Sa simplicité et sa pureté sont l'émanation des principes du bouddhisme zen. »
Nous finirons notre tournée des temples par le Myōshin-ji, un autre « lotissement » comprenant 46 temples où nous déambulerons et visiterons le Taizin-In.
Ce dernier possède deux jardins secs (un avec du sable blanc et l’autre du sable noir) et un jardin « paysage » avec cascade, petite rivière, mousses et tout et tout.
Ce temple est vraiment magnifique pour nous un des plus beaux et des plus complets avec ses différents types de jardin, vraiment à recommander.
Un petit trajet en métro et c’est au musée international du Mangas que nous finirons l’après-midi. En fait c’est plus une médiathèque et c’est dédié aux bandes dessinées de façon générale. Dommage qu’ils n’aient pas axé plus sur les mangas japonais tel qu’on se les imagine.
Afin de faire quelques achats et voir le centre ville nous irons à Nishiki-Dori, rue couverte bordée d’échoppes qui finit sur la galerie commerciale Teramachi.
Il y a des magasins de tout … sauf de boites à bento que recherchaient Thierry.
Le soir nous visiterons à nouveau Shinbashi-Dori qui m’avait tant séduit hier.
Dernier nuit dans notre « auberge de charme » sniff.
Vendredi pour le dernier jour j’ai prévu la boucle Nord Est.
Ce sera l’occasion de louer des vélos, d’une part parce qu’on en avait envie et d’autre part l’accès au Pavillon d’Argent depuis notre hôtel n’est pas pratique.
Nous avons loué les vélos dans une rue très proche de l’hôtel.
Nous avons tranquillement pédalé à travers la ville avec un premier stop au Heian-jingū,
« Les bâtiments sont une réplique partielle du Palais Impérial de l'ère Heian récent 1895
Le sanctuaire Heian Jingu fut élevé en 1895 pour commémorer le onzième centenaire de la fondation de l'ancienne capitale. Il reproduit à échelle réduite le premier Palais impérial bâti en 794. »
Après avoir contemplé les bâtiments, regardé de loin ce qui nous semblait être une messe nous avons visité le jardin avec son lac enjambé par un pont couvert.
Re-vélo et direction Ginkaku-ji (pavillon d’argent),
« Le temple Ginkaku-ji ou « Pavillon d'Argent », élevé en 1489 pour servir de villa au shogun Ashikaga Yoshimasa, qui désirait le couvrir de feuilles d'argent. Souhait non réalisé, il fut transformé en temple bouddhique à sa mort. Ce pavillon est classé Trésor National. Son jardin est un bel exemple de Karesansui (jardin de pierres). »
Nous sommes à nous dans un « grand classique » donc beaucoup d’écoliers et de visiteurs.
Les jardins sont magnifiques et la forêt entoure le pavillon comme en écrin rougeoyant.
Ensuite nous avons parcouru le chemin des philosophes à vélo … heureusement, car le faire à pieds nous aurait un peu donné l’impression de perdre notre temps, c’est sympa, mais comme tout chemin bucolique qui suit un petit cours d’eau. Il y a régulièrement des temples mais comme le temps nous était compté nous avons décidé de ne faire un arrêt qu’au Nanzen-In où nous avons visité un petit temple annexe, le Ten-Juan, qui était absolument parfait, petit, peu fréquenté, un magnifique jardin de pierre suivi d’un très beau jardin paysage autour d’un étang le tout d’entouré par la forêt, ce sera un de nos coup de cœur et même le préféré de Thierry.
Ensuite 14 h approchant il est temps d’aller rendre nos vélos, déjeuner (plateau assortiment avec sushis, sashimi, tempura et deux trois autres « bricoles ») puis récupérer nos affaires à l’hôtel avant de nous rendre en taxi à la gare où nous laisserons nos affaires à la consigne.
En effet notre dernière « gâterie » une cérémonie du thé commentée. Nous y assisterons dans un hôtel du centre ville. Elle a duré 45 min où on nous aura expliqué toutes les étapes. Très intéressant … et indispensable pour parfaire notre découverte de la culture Nippone.
Mais comme nous étions en avant nous avons encore pu rajouter un « bonus » en visitant le Higashi-Honganji
« Le temple Higashi-Honganji est le plus vaste édifice en bois de la ville. Ce temple fut édifié en 1602, sous le patronage du shogunat Tokugawa. Les bâtiments actuels datent de 1895 ».
Effectivement très impressionnant.
Alors, pour ceux qui souhaitent visiter Kyoto, il y a encore de nombreux temples et palais que nous n’avons pas vu, notamment en centre ville, mais j’ai préféré privilégier les temples en périphérie de la ville qui sont plutôt entourés par la forêt que par la ville, je trouvais cela beaucoup plus magique.
17h56 le départ … en Shinkansen direction la gare de Shinagawa à Tokyo, où nous dinerons avant de prendre un train express qui nous amènera à Haneda d’où nous prendrons notre envol à 01h10 pour Frankfurt, cette fois dans un 787 Dreamliner, je me réjouissais pour voler dans cet avion mais j’ai été déçu, il n’apporte aucun confort particulier par rapport aux autres avions, ni plus silencieux ni plus confortable, au contraire nous seront serré comme des sardines. Pour le service, comme il s’agissait de la compagnie ANA il fut parfait.
Thierry, lui, il profitera d’une journée supplémentaire à Tokyo. Il en profitera pour visiter Akihabara qi m’avait tellement plu et que nous avions visité le jour précédant sa venue.
En conclusion, certes 8 jours c’est court, mais nous avons tout fait pour nous imprégner au maximum de la culture japonaise (dormir sur des futons, manger « parterre », gouter à tous les plats locaux, …).
Certes nos appareils photos ont moins crépité que dans l’Ouest Américain, mais la culture et les valeurs japonaises centrées sur le respect nous ont énormément séduits.
C’est un pays qui se vit plus qu’il ne se photographie.
Sinon voici les tempes qui nous ont le plus plu: Fushimi Inari pour les portiques orange Tofuku-Ji pour tout: jardin zen et bâtiments, il y a même un petit pont pour contempler les érables Saiho-Ji: mythique, pour l'ambiance et le magnifique jardin paysage Kenryu-Ji: joli jardin mais surtout pour la forêt de bambous qui est à côté Le Sanjusangendo: impressionnant avec les 1,000 statues Koymizu-dera: impressionnant, avec des petites ruelles touristiques autour, pour l'ambiance, très fréquenté par les écoles Japonaises Dans l'ensemble Daitoku-i mon préféré est le Oubai-In, il n'est ouvert que pour le festival d'automne, plusieurs jardins Zen et c'est un des rares où tu peux rentrer dans les bâtiments et circuler sur les coursives en bois. Très peu fréquenté Le Kinkaku-Ji (pavillon d'or): impressionnant, très fréquenté Ryan-Ji: très réputé pour son jardin Zen, fréquenté Dans l'ensemble Myoshin-Ji, c'est le Taizo-in: 2 jardins Zen et 1 très beau jardin paysage Le Ginkaku-Ji (pavillon d'argent): beau jardin qui monte sur la colline, très fréquenté Le Tenjuan à côté du Nanzen-Ji: petit temple annexe avec un beau jardin de pierre et un très beau jardin autour d'un petit étang, entouré par la forêt, le préféré du copain qui était avec nous. Très peu fréquenté
La "version photo" est magnifique, que ce soit Tokyo ou Kyoto.
J'ai vraiment apprécié de revoir le temple Saiho-ji que je n'ai pas visité depuis plus de 20 ans... et dont j'ai perdu les photos. Le temps n'a pas de prise sur ces lieux, il me semble que c'était hier que j'ai vu les mêmes images...
Vous m'avez fait découvrir quelques temples que je ne connais pas encore... au nord ouest. J'ai bien noté les noms!
Encore Bravo et merci pour ce partage.
Mes 25 ans de séjours au japon! http://www.soleilrouge.org/
Okinawa et Miyakojima: https://voyageforum.com/v.f?post=6477376;idl3=9084144203&idl=3731943&idl2=8709057
Sakura: Balade de printemps: https://voyageforum.com/v.f?post=6988760;idl3=9084144203&idl=3731943&idl2=8709057
C'est vrai que ça me démangeait de mettre l'une ou l'autre photos sur le carnet de Lalee pour appuyer mes propos, malheureusement c'est trop compliqué et je ne voulais "réduire" mes photos pour qu'elles rentrent sur VF.
Je suis content que ça t'es plus.
Au Nord Ouest, tu dois parler du "complexe" Daitoku et Myoshin. Attention les plus "chouettes" ne sont ouverts que pendant le festival d'automne.
Oui le Saiho c'est vraiment un grand moment et je crois volontier que le temps n'a pas prise sur un tel lieu 🙂
C'est sympa de lire ton compte rendu et de regarder tes photos de Tokyo.
Nous étions à Tokyo quelques jours après toi (3 au 11 novembre). Mais j'ai l'impression que tu as eu plus de chance que nous question météo. Nous avons eu 1 journée de beau temps, 1/2 journée de pluie et un ciel couvert le reste du séjour. Et un petit tremblement de terre (force 4,5) un matin au moment du petit déjeuner....
Les seuls érables rouges que nous avons vus étaient à Nikko.
C'est effectivement un "roulement", à peine partis vous arrivez 🙂
Pour le temps, c'est vrai que j'avais imaginé qu'on aurait plus de soleil, bien qu'à Kyoto nous avons été plutôt gâté.
Les seuls érables rouges que nous avons vus étaient à Nikko.
donc tu as la réponse 😉. Je n'avais aps réalisé qu'on serait un peu trop tôt, d'autant plus que l'automne est en retard cette année.
Ceci dit il y en avait tout de même des rouges, cela dépendant des sous-espèces.
Quel plaisir de replonger dans mes souvenirs japonais au fil de tes superbes photos! C’est vraiment un pays spécial que j’ai adoré découvrir. 😎
Contente de pouvoir lire les textes qui accompagnent maintenant les photos et de voir qu’on a flashé sur les mêmes choses. Aussi bien les choses à voir que les atouts de la société japonaise (sécurité, propreté, amabilité, …)
J’aurais vraiment bien aimer visiter ce “jardin des mousses”, magnifiques photos!! Quelle belle lumière, vous avez eu le temps idéal pour cette visite!
Les chaussettes avec séparation du gros orteil s’appellent des “tabi”, de même que les chaussures. Avant, c’était des chaussures pour les ouvriers vu leur souplesse et la grande adhérence des semelles, pour grimper etc…maintenant c’est très tendance! 😉
Encore bravo pour les photos magnifiques et un planning bien agencé sur vos 8 jours! 🙂
Amicalement,
nathalie
Un complément d'info...
Avant d'être vulgarisées en chaussettes pouvant être portées sur des sandales, à l'origine, Jika tabi était effectivement une chaussure souple en caoutchouc utilisée par les ouvriers de certaines professions (bâtiment, agriculture...).
Pour la petite histoire, ils ont été créés par le frère du fondateur de la société de pneumatiques "Bridgestone"...
On peut encore en voir de nos jours portées par les tireurs de pousse pousse.
Les plus connues médiatiquement sont certainement celles portées par les Ninja pour leur souplesse et les sensations de toucher qu'ils procuraient à ces guerriers dans leurs déplacements silencieux...
Une version moderne homologuée avec des coques acier anti-écrasement a été mise au point pour les ouvriers de l'industrie.
Il existe même une version NASA: "Space Ninja Sneaks!"
Mes 25 ans de séjours au japon! http://www.soleilrouge.org/
Okinawa et Miyakojima: https://voyageforum.com/v.f?post=6477376;idl3=9084144203&idl=3731943&idl2=8709057
Sakura: Balade de printemps: https://voyageforum.com/v.f?post=6988760;idl3=9084144203&idl=3731943&idl2=8709057
Konnichiwa Max 😉 (c'est bien comme ça qu'on dit bonjour ?)
Voilà, grâce à ton récit, je me fais une idée plus précise de ce qui est faisable au Japon (Tokyo et Kyoto, j'entends 😛)
J'aime bien les deux facettes de la capitale, les quartiers anciens qui côtoient les quartiers modernes. On doit être complètement dépaysé.🤪 Et toutes ces bonnes choses à manger ! A ce propos, je remarque que vous passez votre temps à goûter un peu à tout et à vous régaler... sauf les anguilles 😉
J'ai malgré tout une petite préférence pour Kyoto, plus provinciale, avec ses jardins, sa forêt de bambous et ses érables bien qu'ils ne soient pas encore aussi rouges que tu ne l'espérais.
Finalement visiter ce pays à l'automne, c'est bien aussi, je n'avais jamais pensé à la période des érables, les images que j'avais du Japon, c'étaient essentiellement celles du printemps avec les arbres en fleurs.
Remarquable l'épisode du portefeuille perdu et retrouvé intact ! 🙂
Ce premier aperçu t'a-t-il donner envie d'approfondir, d'y retourner pour y consacrer un petit peu plus de temps, pourquoi pas louer une voiture (j'ai déjà lu des témoignages qui disaient que c'était possible) pour visiter la campagne ?
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J'ai egalement rajoute un page permettant d'acceder a nos autres voyages
Au japon ce qui est justement depaysant c'est que la ville semble ressembler a une ville "normale" et en fait tout est different.
C'est un pays special Alsacien, toutes nos valeurs poussees a l'extreme
On s'y sens vraiment bien, tout y est facile.
Et il y a un vrai culture, profonde, ancienne
Oui on y retournerais bien meme si on reste plus attire par les deserts.
Mais c'est bien d'alterner. ... Du coup Avril sera Botswanais avec le Central Kalahari et le delta de l'okavango
Pour le japon de mi novembre a debut decembre est une superbe periode
Kyoto est un repere de merveilles. ... Et de choses bizarres a manger
Tu as vu cette fois j'ai pense a toi et j'ai tout de suite incorpore un lien vers la page suivante
J'ai egalement rajoute un page permettant d'acceder a nos autres voyages
Oui, c'est super comme ça... 🙂, j'ai vraiment apprécié car les blogs où les articles se superposent, je déteste 😠.
Peut-être que dans la version VF tu pourrais ajouter quelques photos (juste une sélection pour allécher 😉) car maintenant que VF met des vignettes en présentation et indique le nombre de photos, j'ai l'impression que les lecteurs boudent les récits sans photos (en tout cas, sans photo annoncée).
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June 2024.
While hiking with my brother on the GR 36 Tour du Morvan, I catch sight now and then of strange rectangular markers fixed to tree trunks. Against a bright orange background, a deep black Greek tau topped with a white dove. My first encounter with the Assisi Way.
The Way of St. Francis: a pilgrimage route linking Vézelay in Burgundy to Assisi in Italy, covering nearly 1,800 km.
It felt like an obvious next step—I immediately knew I’d take it on, attempt the adventure solo.
In the months that followed, I talked about my project to everyone—family, friends, my partner. An avalanche of comments, more or less the same but varying depending on each person’s character and life experiences. But deep down, it all boiled down to one legitimate question: why?
And the answers?
Hesitant, awkward, partial, even confused. I quickly realized they weren’t so easy to find. It was as if my project seemed more like a whim, a kind of intimate caprice, rather than a well-thought-out plan.
Of course, I knew the reasons that pushed me to leave—you always have to give some. Loved ones need to understand to feel reassured, and that’s understandable.
But I fear that when I list them, they’ll sound like the same old checklist anyone embarking on this kind of journey might give.
Of all the reasons I could mention, I’ll highlight just one here: the call of the road, the solo adventure that brings a powerful sense of freedom.
A bit like Monsieur Seguin’s goat, who from her comfortable pen gazes longingly at the unconstrained horizon of the mountain.
But if I’m being honest, I think I didn’t really know what I was looking for—or, more importantly, what I’d find. Deep down, when I reflect on it, one word keeps coming up that explains nothing and everything at once: desire.
Now well past sixty, I know that when I ask myself who I am or where I’m going, two things bring me fully back to myself: hiking and writing.
And my intention was also to anchor this adventure through words, day by day. Writing down my feelings, emotions, discoveries, and reflections each evening. The famous travel journal that grounds the daily experience in reality.
When I discovered the app "Polarstep," which was initially just meant to keep my loved ones updated and reassured, inform them of my progress, and maintain a connection, I found an opportunity to do it a little differently than usual.
No retrospective notes polished up after returning, but spontaneous writing—recounting everything that crossed my mind during the day and publishing it immediately. A journey lived in real time.
This text is the exact transcription of my daily writings. Rereading them, I didn’t change a thing—just corrected a few mistakes and tweaked some awkward phrasing here and there. Short texts, fitting the format imposed by this kind of app. Writing as if addressing others.
Now, all that was left was to walk.
April 18, 2026 – Vézelay.
This travel journal summarizes a trip I took in March to Argentine and Chilean Patagonia. It starts in El Calafate and ends in Ushuaia. During my planning, I considered looking into the Australis cruise from Punta Arenas to Ushuaia, as well as the W trek in Torres del Paine National Park. In both cases, I was put off by the prices. Instead of the cruise, I found two interesting wildlife excursions from Punta Arenas: whale watching in the Strait of Magellan and observing king penguins in Tierra del Fuego. The journey to Ushuaia was by bus. For Torres del Paine, things were a bit confusing, so I reached out to two agencies. In the end, I went with a rental car option, overnight stays on-site, and day hikes. I shared my full itinerary with the agency and ended up being taken care of by a local Argentine agency and a Chilean one.
So, here we go...
March 2nd — Departure by bus from Latour at 6:50 AM. The journey isn’t direct: we pass through Elne then Corneilla. In Perpignan, I switch to a BlablaBus heading to Barcelona’s northern bus station. Before reaching Le Perthus, French police stop us to check IDs. Several people aren’t in order, but after about fifteen minutes, we’re on our way again. We’re checked again at La Jonquera: this time, the wait lasts almost forty-five minutes while police identify those in violation and wait for a vehicle to pick them up. The driver then tries to make up for lost time; we finally arrive at our destination half an hour late.
I quickly head to the Arc de Triomphe metro station, located 200 meters away: you have to cross the bridge along the bus parking lot, then walk through a large garden; the station is on the right before the garden entrance. The trip to the airport isn’t direct: I have to change at Tomasso and take the line to the airport, where I arrive at 1 PM.
At the Emirates counter, I learn my flight was just canceled due to the war in Iran; they offer me another flight for the next day. I have to wait at the airport until 7 PM before being taken to a hotel; the next morning, I’ll take a flight to Vienna (with an 8-hour layover), then an Air India flight to Delhi, and finally a flight to Kolkata. I agree: I don’t know Vienna, so it’ll be an unexpected discovery.
At 7 PM, a small group is taken to the hotel, 35 minutes from the airport, where we’re served a light dinner upon arrival.
March 3rd — A taxi picks me up at 6:30 AM; the flight to Vienna takes off at 9:30 AM and arrives at noon. I’m free until 7 PM; the metro is direct to the city center. The weather is pleasant and not too cold, luckily, since my clothes are light.
When I exit the metro, I spot the St. Stephen’s Cathedral tower in the distance and approach it: the roof, made of glazed tiles, is remarkable.
Entry is free, and the interior, a mix of Gothic and Baroque styles in the center, is stunning.
Not far from there is St. Anne’s Church
, also Baroque, adorned with beautiful frescoes
—a music concert adds an enchanting atmosphere to the visit.
I continue my walk at random through the pedestrian streets lined with magnificent buildings: I’m charmed by the city.
Before heading back to the airport, I stop at a lovely tea salon. My flight will eventually leave with a delay.
Wednesday, March 4th — Delhi and a little luggage scare
We arrive in Delhi shortly after noon. Immigration is quick, and good news: my bag was checked through from Barcelona to Kolkata. I head to the connecting terminal and arrive half an hour before boarding: the flight goes smoothly. Upon arrival, the luggage comes out quickly… except mine. After filing a report, I’m told my bag is in Delhi—I have to retrieve it before taking another flight. I didn’t know (or had forgotten): with the delays, I wouldn’t have had time to pick it up and make the connection.
I take a taxi to the Ichamati Hotel. The welcome is warm, and the room is clean but very small. Without my bag, I feel a bit lost—I have nothing to change into.
Tonight, I’m dining with Raja and his friends at a beautiful restaurant, an old colonial house turned into a hotel.
We’re happy to see each other and have a comforting evening together.
This trip had been on my mind for about fifteen years.
But the discomfort of overnight stays, the difficulty of communication, and the prices of the few car rentals kept making me postpone the project.
And then, everything fell into place—I told myself, now’s the time!
Preparations took longer than usual; the destination is still far from mainstream.
A bit of Kazakhstan?
Not in the end.
The south or not?
Yes, in the end.
Pre-book or play it by ear?
Only two stops were a leap into the unknown.
To help me find the ideal route, I made great use of this forum (thanks to everyone for patiently answering my questions!), pored over travel journals and blogs (Christian, Jeff), zoomed in on Google Maps and Yandex, and bought the guide published by OunTravela on this destination (the guide has been updated since).
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You’ve got your passport, international driver’s license, bank cards, and euros?
Off we go to Lyon—just one night left before our early morning flight.
Tomorrow night, we’ll be sleeping in Bishkek!
(‘Beefsteak’ for my partner’s mischievous nephews...)
Here’s our account of our trip to Malaysia from September 11th to 27th.
I hope our tips can help others as much as this forum has helped us!
Day 0:
Departure from Nantes with a transfer in Amsterdam via KLM (720 €).
Day 1:
We arrive at KLIA1 in the early afternoon.
First challenge: figuring out where to pick up our luggage. Turns out the answer is right under our noses—we need to take the airport’s internal metro!
Once we’ve got our bags, we withdraw some cash from a Maybank ATM right there.
Next up: SIM card! Just outside the arrivals hall, several kiosks offer them. We go for a Celcom 5 GB card (70 RM).
Then it’s taxi time to get to KL, in the Bukit Bintang area—about 85 RM in a slightly old taxi with weak air conditioning.
We check into our Airbnb apartment, which is clean, more spacious than a hotel room, and—best of all—has a charming balcony with a gorgeous nighttime view!
We end up hanging out on that balcony, reviewing our plans for the next day. After dark, we take the monorail just a short walk away to enjoy our first evening on a rooftop at the 34th floor: Hélipad (Raja Chulan station—you have to enter the Menara Tower at the base of the station) with a panoramic view of the city and its iconic towers.
Finally, we head to Jalan Alor to grab a bite in this super busy street.
Big sleep ahead! 😴
After the summer of 2022 left me with a sense of unfinished business, here I am back in Swedish Lapland for the summer of 2024, ready to attempt the Sarek crossing again—and this time, tackle part of the Kungsleden too.
After much hesitation, my companion Jean Marie and I decided to start with the Kungsleden, which, from what we’ve read, is stunning but very crowded (and it really is!!), and finish with the wilder option: SAREK! This park is known as Europe’s last wild space—I think it’s incredibly inspiring!!
The downside of this choice is that there are no resupply options in Sarek, and the Kungsleden isn’t exactly set up for long treks either, so we’ll have to carry a lot of food for the first part with Sarek in mind.
But hey, we’re motivated!
Our plan is to start in Abisko (classic), head to Vakkotavare (also classic, but with some variations to avoid the official route and the crowds), then continue the Kungsleden from Saltoluokta. Before Aktse, we’ll set off on an east-to-west crossing of Sarek (weather-dependent, since aside from the Skarja hut in the center of the park, there’s no shelter if conditions turn bad).
At least we’ll be on the right side of the park to climb Skierfe and enjoy the jaw-dropping view of Rappaladen if we have to abandon the Sarek crossing.
That adds up to 17 days of trekking, including 1 rest day + 1 buffer day for weather delays.
So if you’re interested, I invite you to follow our overstuffed backpacks!
08/03 - Abisko – 5km before Abiskojaure
Some info (guides used for prep, SFT map, sending food to Saltoluokta)
08/04 – 5km before Abiskojaure - on the east shore of Lake Alisjavri
08/05 – East shore of Lake Alisjavri – just before Tjaktja
08/06 – Just before Tjaktja – above the Salka hut via Nallo
08/07 - Salka – just past Singi + side trip to Djalson Lake
08/08 - Singi – Teusajaure
08/09 - Teusajaure - Vakkotavare (end of the first section of the Kungsleden)
08/10 – rest day in Saltoluokta + round trip to the Sámi village of Pietjaure
08/11 – Saltoluokta – Sitojaure
08/12 - Sitojaure - Skierfe - So, Sarek or no Sarek?
08/13 – Skierfe – somewhere above Rapadalen
08/14 – Somewhere above Rapadalen – above the Skarki hut
Coming up:
08/15 – Above the Skarki hut - Skarja
After a pretty disastrous weather-wise trip to Gran Canaria, we’re hoping this time the sun will shine in Puglia.
It’s not a sure thing, though—the weather’s been awful all over Europe in early May.
For those who’d like to (re)read the story without the digressions, it’s here.
Saturday, May 16:
This time we’re flying out of Charleroi (Brussels South): the ticket prices, flight times, and proximity all worked for us.
The airport (Ryanair) was recently renovated... but it’s still not very well organized. There are hardly any seats in the boarding areas, and... the restrooms cost money!!!
The flight goes smoothly, though, and we land in Bari a little late.
We quickly pick up our rental car, a very local-looking Pandina (even more so than the Fiat 500 in this region), and hit the Italian roads... and their unique driving quirks (like the fact that the countless road signs along the streets and in towns are purely decorative 😏, and that Italian cars don’t have turn signals 😮... except for rental cars).
About an hour later, we arrive at our first accommodation, right in the middle of the countryside near Monopoli.
The owner isn’t there, but they’ve left us a ton of info via messages and even turned on the space heater, which is a nice touch.
We explore the property:
And the next morning before breakfast, its immediate surroundings:
Sunday, May 17:
After our "seaside" experience in Gran Canaria last weekend (packed with people and locals), we decide to start inland.
After a hearty breakfast,
we head toward Alberobello, a super touristy village famous for its trulli—those stone houses with conical roofs.
We easily find a free parking spot on a street near the Aia Piccola district, where some trulli are still lived in year-round.
We almost immediately come across the Trullo Sovrano (the only two-story one), which you can visit (but we skip it—it’s opening time, and there’s already a line).
From there, we head down toward the Basilica of Cosma e Damiano... but we don’t go in because there’s a mass.
Now we’re on the main Piazza del Popolo, which connects the two districts of Alberobello: Rione Aia Piccola and Rione Monti, the more touristy one.
Come along, I'm taking you to this country where it's so nice to wander and slow down...
This trip was in 2023, but when I wanted to write my travel journal, VF was still closed to contributions...
So, now that I've just finished my Japan travel journal here, I figured it was high time to honor this destination we came back from so enchanted.
Disclaimer 1: This is a written travel journal. There’ll be text! Too much, for some!
Disclaimer 2: This is an illustrated travel journal. There’ll be photos! Too many, for some!
I have to say, every time I try to discipline myself, to keep it shorter, to include fewer photos... I end up adding more. It feels like my dear Aunt Nicole, who exhausted us with her slide-show evenings in the 70s/80s, decided to take her revenge. The upside for you, readers, is that you can slip away anytime without offending Aunt Nicole. I won’t even notice!
Anyway, since I love maps, here’s one to give you an idea of where I’m taking you. As you can see, we only saw a tiny part of Laos (the areas circled in red); we only had 3 weeks for ourselves (my husband’s newly retired, I still work), and we prefer taking our time over rushing around like crazy.
In broad strokes, it was very classic:
First, we “settled in” at Luang Prabang (8 days), because we wanted and needed to.
From there, we took three days to venture a little further north—not far in kilometers, but as we know, distances aren’t just about km!
Then we flew south to Paksé, letting ourselves drift down to the 4,000 Islands while stopping by the pre-Angkorian archaeological sites.
We wrapped up with the Bolaven Plateau.
A few practical notes: We arrived via Bangkok, then took a Bangkok-Luang Prabang flight, having picked up our luggage in Bangkok to check it in for Luang Prabang. No issues—the Bangkok airport, which many of you know, is very well organized.
We got our visas on arrival in Luang Prabang. Quick, but to be fair, we were on a “small” plane, and the big flights had arrived earlier, so we weren’t too crowded in line!
At the end of our trip, we didn’t fly out of Paksé but from the nearby airport in Thailand, Ubon Ratchathani (a 2.5-hour drive from Paksé), then Bangkok and Paris.
You’ll notice we skipped Vientiane to stay longer in Luang Prabang. That said, there’s now a high-speed train between Vientiane and Luang Prabang—good to know—and soon the (Chinese) train will go all the way to Bangkok and even Kuala Lumpur!
With that intro out of the way, let’s dive into the heart of the matter.
To be continued: Slowing down the pace... in Luang Prabang
Here’s a little story about my first trip to Japan with my partner.
We went for our first visit from October 29 to November 13, 2024.
I had planned this entire trip back in November 2020, but given the health situation at the time, I had to cancel...
Here’s the classic route we took:
We booked everything ourselves and got a regional pass for the area from Kyoto to Hiroshima.
The hotels were reserved 3 months in advance on Book... and Agod... (1030 € for 2 people for 13 nights = 80 €/night).
For the flight, we chose a Qatar Airways flight with a layover to break up the long journey (950 € per person).
We also got a pass on the same site (Japan-Experience) to take the train connecting Narita Airport to Shibuya Station (the N'EX Narita Express).
Since the airport is 75 km from central Tokyo, we opted for this mode of transport, even though there are cheaper alternatives.
After reading various posts on VoyageForum, I understood how important it was to have a Welcome Suica card to pay for public transport (subway, tram, bus, boat throughout the country), and we were able to buy one at Narita Airport.
It turned out to be super useful!
After a long but smooth journey, we found ourselves at Narita Airport in the evening.
Even though we had a pass for the Narita Express, we had to go to a counter to make a reservation for the train (mandatory).
Then, once we arrived at Shibuya Station, we took the subway for 2 stops and finally reached our hotel, exhausted (Hotel Asia Center of Japan – 270 € for 3 nights with breakfast included).
I’m inviting you on a stroll through my drawings—a completely subjective, far from exhaustive, and totally personal take, since it’s based on my own sketches. I put this travel journal together after returning in late 2024, mostly using felt-tip pens and pencils, with a few collages thrown in. I worked from our personal photos.
Let’s start with the shotengai...
Our first "wow" moment came as we stepped out of the subway in Asakusa, the Tokyo neighborhood where we’d booked our hotel for our first five nights. Exhausted after our long flight, we finally arrived and took an exit that led straight into a shotengai—one of those covered shopping streets that pop up in city centers and flourished between the 1950s and 1980s.
It was an instant aesthetic shock, like a close encounter of the third kind between the modern city, a typical Asian market with its street stalls, the vintage vibe of the arcade, the sheer abundance of goods, and the bustling crowd—a mix of tourists, pilgrims (thanks to nearby Senso-ji Temple), and locals (it’s a very working-class area).
In the end, it set the tone for a feeling we’d experience throughout the trip. Wherever we went, shotengai turned out to be fantastic spots for finding little restaurants, shops, or even fresh produce. Some are like real mazes, like in Kyoto, where we spent ages trying to relocate a restaurant we’d loved ;-)
In Kanazawa, the Omicho Market:
And in Kyoto, Nishiki Market:
With my girlfriend Christelle, we’ve chosen South Africa for our first trip to Southern Africa, focusing on safaris—after a long debate with a Cape Town/Kruger combo.
But that would’ve meant cutting out St Lucia, which would’ve been harder to fit into another trip.
And St Lucia—thanks to Michel and all those travel journals—we really wanted to go there.
So our 11-night itinerary ended up like this, mostly shaped by school holidays:
- 3 nights in St Lucia
- 1 night in Hluhluwe
- 1 night at Mkhaya Game Reserve (Eswatini)
- 1 night at Hlane Royal National Park (Eswatini)
- 3 nights in Kruger (Berg en Dal / Satara / Tamboti)
- 1 night at Shindzela Tented Camp in the Timbavati private reserve
- 1 final night in Kruger at Lower Sabie
All of this in the off-season and rainy season, just a month after catastrophic floods that killed over 150 people and seriously damaged Kruger’s infrastructure.
I’ll jump straight to St Lucia and skip the loooong journey to get there (with a layover in Frankfurt, landing in Johannesburg, a domestic flight to Durban, and the rest by rental SUV—First Car Rental, perfect, no complaints).
To motivate readers—especially some familiar faces here—I’ll drop in a first photo.
If you're looking for great tips and offbeat spots, if you love exploring uncharted parts of a country, if the exotic is your adrenaline, then move along!
Our 15 days in early May in this part of Turkey (a country I first discovered during a city trip to Istanbul in 2017) will only tread well-worn paths and revisit popular routes. Simply because I kept hoping until the very end that our flight to Jordan wouldn’t be canceled. Events in the Gulf proved me wrong, so we left with:
Zero preparation.
Not a single hotel booked (well, except the first one), no visits planned, just a flight ticket bought three weeks earlier. No guidebook, no app—just the desire to explore southern Turkey and Cappadocia, whose images and the chance to stretch our legs had caught my eye.
Oh, wait—I did bring along a new guide: Gemini! Yes, my friends, generative AI was my chief advisor throughout the trip for sites to visit, accommodations, routes, and even restaurants! An experiment I wanted to try to form my own opinion on using this new technology. And what better way to test it than a Turkish getaway?
The verdict? You’ll have to wait for the trip recap to find out!
The main idea of the trip is also relaxation.
So, the plan is Antalya for a few days, the Turkish Riviera for a few more, Cappadocia as the highlight, and a return via Antalya to wrap up the trip. And it was all planned by AI!
So, if you're ready, fasten your seatbelts—cabin crew, doors to automatic and cross check—boarding for Turkey now!
We went to Albania in August 2025.
Our itinerary included adventure (sporty activities, site visits), naps on the beach interspersed with swims, incredible natural sites, and a bit of culture.
I booked all our accommodations on Booking.com. Note: almost all places ask to be paid in cash!! You can obviously withdraw from banks, but the fees are pretty high. Luckily, we had plenty of cash, and the country is very safe. You can pay in euros most of the time, which avoids exchange fees.
We started in Tirana. I’d read a really interesting post about Albania’s bunkers (link in my profile). We chose to visit Bunk’Art with a guide from the agency that wrote the post. It was fascinating—not only to better understand the country’s history but also because her grandfather was repressed by the regime, and she shared her family’s experience with us.
Bunkers are everywhere! In Tirana, Bunk’Art is the most interesting and largest. You’ll see the dictator Enver Hoxha’s office, where he would’ve taken refuge in case of an attack on the country. Bring a sweater—it’s really cold in the underground tunnels and their huge corridors.
You can visit other bunkers around the country, in Tirana and elsewhere. Almost all are just abandoned.
The cable car up Mount Dajti is right next to Bunk’Art. The view is stunning—you realize Tirana is so close to the mountains and the sea... But otherwise, it’s not that exciting for older teens (17 and 19) and their parents.
We picked up a rental car in Tirana—it’d be ours for the next three weeks. We used Goalbania’s agency to avoid any hassles. First, there aren’t many cars available in Albania in summer. Second, French credit cards can be a nightmare abroad. So we preferred to sort that out in advance.
After Tirana, we headed to Permet. Just a heads-up: the roads are in great condition except in the mountains. And Albanian drivers aren’t stressful to deal with. Though you might suddenly encounter a herd of goats crossing the road—haha—but if you’re not going too fast, it’s fine.
In Permet, I’d been dreaming of rafting on the Vjosa, one of Europe’s last wild rivers. And we did it with a local agency! It’s beautiful, accessible to everyone, not too physical but still a bit lively—just how we like it. You can even jump into the river in some spots.
In Permet, we also hiked through a canyon and visited a lovely little church.
And we took a workshop to make their local culinary pride: gliko. It’s a jam with whole fruits inside. We’d seen it on Goalbania’s site, and it was really fun. We were with a family where the secret to making gliko has been passed down for generations...
Next, we headed to Gjirokastër. A city we loved: its old traditional houses (Skendulli and Zekate), its grand castle, the Ali Pasha Bridge. Along the way, we stopped for artisanal ice cream at a little shop run by a grandmother who’s been making it herself for ages.
One afternoon, my husband *had* to go to the coast in the south, to Ksamil (he’d read it was better than Sarandë). Verdict: we didn’t like it. Parking is a nightmare, the beaches are super noisy and crowded. The sea is packed with jet skis, boats, pedalos, and ropes. Avoid it.
On the other hand, we really liked Himarë, where we went next. We stayed at a campsite where we rented tents with mattresses and sheets inside. Right by the sea, on a low cliff (about 2 meters high). You can hear the waves at night... Magical!! To swim, you either jump straight into the sea (almost from the tent) or climb down a ladder, which you’ll need to climb back up to get out.
I was a little worried the campsite wouldn’t be very comfortable, so afterward, I’d booked a small place in Gjilek. Turns out, the place was really tiny (one room for four, no kitchen) and pretty expensive (over 100 € a night). We’d drive to the beach or restaurants—it’s on a steep slope, so not very accessible. Parking near the sea is tricky. But the (private) beaches were nice—we’d rent an umbrella not too close to the music and spend the day there. We also went to a wilder beach, harder to reach, via a long path. Behind the beach, there’s an amazing canyon where we’d sometimes climb using ropes (already in place, no need to bring your own) over big boulders rolled around by the stream, which must swell a lot in spring.
So, the sea in Albania: it’s nice if you like swimming and relaxing, but it’s not the most interesting part of the country. There are so many other amazing things to see and discover—so many stunning sites! Maybe an agency could’ve helped us find more practical accommodations and avoid Ksamil and its surroundings.
We left the coast to head to the beautiful city of Berat and its "thousand windows." We explored the city, its fortress, and its icon museum.
Then we discovered the Osum Canyon—it’s incredible. The view from the top is breathtaking. And at the bottom, it’s magical. There’s little water in summer, so rafting isn’t an option. We weren’t tempted by the big-tube descent offered by an agency—it looked fun, but the group had 40 people. We preferred hiking on our own as a family of four. We scouted the area on Google Maps... and found where to descend. We walked in the water, then it rose to our waists, then our shoulders... We weren’t moving fast. And how to get back up?? Eventually, we followed a group with a guide—the path was hard to find.
After that unforgettable hike, we visited the Bogovë Waterfalls. It’s pretty, and we swam, but the water was *really* cold.
We passed through Tirana again and then headed to Shkodër. We explored a bit—its charming little streets, the Rozafa Fortress. There’s a tiny museum where you can see *huge* Ottoman stone cannonballs. And they tell you the (charming) story of the young woman who was walled alive in the castle’s foundations to ensure its strength...
Shkodër is mostly a stopover to head into the mountains and discover Theth. Our goal: hiking in the Valbona Valley, from Valbona to Theth. We organized the trip ourselves, without an agency, but it took some time to figure everything out. So I’ll save you the trouble—haha. Book your tickets on the Komanilakeferry website. The ticket includes:
🙂 minibus transfer from downtown Shkodër to Koman
🙂 ferry ticket from Koman to Fierze. This ferry ride is *gorgeous*—between mountain slopes covered in pine trees, and sometimes a little house with a few fields...
🙂 minibus ticket from Fierze to Valbona. Now you’re in the mountains! The minibus drops you off near your accommodation—pick one as close as possible to the start of the hike (if that’s your goal!). The ones at the far end of the village add up to 1.5 hours of walking. Our choice: Guesthouse Dioni. The host is really lovely, it’s in the woods, and it’s basic but great.
After a day of hiking, we arrived in Theth. What beautiful mountains! Then we explored Theth and the surrounding area. It’s pretty busy, but you can still enjoy the Blue Eye of Theth and its swim. It’s *so* cold! But so beautiful!
🙂 minibus ticket from Theth back to Shkodër.
After a night in Shkodër, we drove to Kepi i Rodonit. A guidebook (I forget which one) raved about its beauty. And it *is* beautiful!
But the view is ruined by plastic bottles and other trash in the bushes, along the paths, and of course on the beaches. The only peaceful spot: the private beach at Kepi i Rodonit, which is cleaned. You can rent an umbrella and have lunch there. That’s where we spent our last few days—very relaxing.
In short... Albania turned out to be perfect for us and our teens!
I’m diving into a recap of our loop—pretty classic, really—Denver-Yellowstone-Denver this past summer, from July 24 to August 17. Given the sheer number of trip reports already out there (or in the works), and since I don’t have the writing chops or the photography skills of many of you, I’ll keep it practical—well, I’ll try, at least—to share our take on some of the less-visited parks and spots.
First off, a huge thank you to everyone whose trip reports, blogs, websites, comments, and more helped us put together this itinerary. Looking back, it could’ve been even better optimized: a few disappointments when we missed out on some great discoveries, often because we were short on time. Plenty of reasons to come back to the area!
We’re traveling with our four (almost) teens—18, 16, 14, and nearly 12 years old. To keep the trip enjoyable for everyone, we had to make compromises on both sides: cutting a visit short to spend more time swimming, waking up at dawn, and so on. But logistics also played a big role—things like laundry, grocery shopping, and keeping luggage organized could’ve quickly become time-consuming without a little planning.
And honestly, I think we visited every Walmart along the way! Blame it on the lack of fridges in some accommodations and, more importantly, the *very* limited space in the car, which made it impossible to bring a proper cooler. I’ll come back to the car saga later.
For accommodations, this year we alternated between basic cabins in KOA campgrounds and Yellowstone (when staying more than one night in the same place) and hotels. Always with a pool (except in Yellowstone, of course), which let the kids burn off energy—because they always have reserves, even after packed days!—and, let’s be honest, gave us a chance to relax. No Wi-Fi issues either; we all had plans with 25 GB of data (a big thanks to Gilles for the amazing deal at 0.99 €). It worked perfectly, even for texts and calls between phones—no extra charges.
Now, onto our route: as I mentioned, a classic Denver-Yellowstone-Denver loop. To avoid rushing through the parks or spending all our time on the road, we prioritized staying as close to them as possible, with at least two nights in each place. And I’ve got to say, it’s really nice to settle in, even if it’s just for two nights. It also helped us deal with the weather, which wasn’t always great during this trip. The trade-off? With vacation time being limited, some driving days ended up being long. We knew that going in, but since we kept a relaxed pace with no time constraints (don’t ask me for timings—I don’t keep track of the clock on vacation, except in the morning to get everyone up before noon!), we sometimes ended up with marathon days.
With that said, I’ll dive into the trip itself in the next post.
We all have two lives. And the second one kicks off the day you realize you only have one, with the determination to spend the time you have left on what truly adds sparkle to your life, Kevin! I like to elegantly introduce a trip with a philosophical quote. First, it gives you the illusion that I’m some kind of deep thinker, and second, it lets me fill up the first few lines of my blank page when I don’t know how to tell you I’m diving back into what really lights up my life: another adventure beyond the horizon! And nearly every other year, like a toxic relationship, my horizon tends to take shape in Uncle Sam’s backyard. And this, despite his cousin Donald calling the shots. Speaking of which, it was partly that impulsive guy who pushed us to be just as impulsive and snag our four flight tickets at a ridiculously low price—a direct result of foreign tourism taking a hit from BetaMax’s repeated antics... Four tickets? Who are the other lucky ones? In this case, our lucky ones are actually lucky ladies: My Flo, always up for exploring the world with me on foot, camelback, or scooter, is obviously in on the fun. The other two seats went to our daughters, Sasha and Luna, both thrilled to be part of this new American adventure...
But what’s the American West like in February?... A gamble. Let’s call it Russian roulette since we’re not landing during peak weather season. That’s why we encouraged our transportation and accommodation to get cozy and produce a little camper van, so we can stay ultra-flexible in the face of any weather tantrums. We’ll be roaming in Kara the van with the motto "Follow the sun!" Bad weather? We bolt. Snow? We speed up. Sunny? We act like it was the plan all along and soak it up.
"Okay, but why keep coming back to the same corner of the globe? After ten American adventures, you must be tired of seeing the same things, right?" But I’m not crazy, you know!... The American West is like making love to your gorgeous wife over and over, always enjoying it just as much. And contrary to what you might think, the American West isn’t just the Grand Canyon, Monument Valley, Las Vegas, and Bryce Canyon. Proof is, after ten trips to the U.S., my retinas are still untouched by three-quarters of the places I scribbled on a napkin for this adventure... Oh, and add to that my wife, who I’ve easily converted to my religion, and boom... relapse is even easier! Because yes, we’ve landed in Los Angeles after a sunny flight over Greenland, still under Danish flag for now. And we’re already heading east through the XXL traffic of L.A.’s eight-lane highways, eager to dive into our first discoveries. But first, night is taking over the sky, and second, we’ve been officially awake for 24 hours, so I suggest wrapping up this intro. I’ll tell you more tomorrow morning. Sound good?
And we still haven’t seen everything!
Before setting off for new horizons at the end of this year, it’s time for me to share my trip to Cape Verde this summer 2025.
I particularly love these spontaneous trips, and our stay in Cape Verde is one of those because it was only at the beginning of April that we decided on this getaway, which had been catching our eye for a while, given our love for the mountains.
As always—well, when it’s open—I turned to VF, and I want to immediately thank Marie, aka ptitortue, who helped me a lot in planning this trip through her travel journals and our exchanges!
Because Cape Verde is both small and vast! We decided not to rush from one airport to another, to enjoy the places and the people, but also to relax, since the work backlog from being stuck in May (see my previous travel journal 😅) had to be caught up on in June.
So, 4 islands will be our winners from 06/28 to 07/19:
Santiago first for logistical reasons, as round-trip flights from the capital Praia were the cheapest (650 €/person from Lyon via Lisbon with TAP, still!)
S��o Vicente, because it’s the gateway to the next one but ultimately more than that...
Santo Antão, pretty much the main goal of the trip since Marie (and the photos) had really sold it to me.
And finally, Sal Island, for some rest—a non-negotiable condition for my other half—and we’ll see that I should’ve listened to Marie...
That said, what a chatterbox I am—buckle up, flight attendants at the doors, off we go on new beautiful escapes! (Thanks to Sophie for the easy loan)
Last note for my eager fan club 😏: yes, there will be alcohol—how could there not be in the land of grogue!
Hello,
Since I enjoy not only the countryside but also everything related to rail travel, I’m starting this photo thread dedicated to trains in Thailand (I’d guess most of us have taken one at some point...).
Feel free to post your pictures here as long as they fit the theme: rolling stock**, stations**, platforms, tracks (even without a train on them), technical equipment, engineering structures (bridges, viaducts), etc.—all in Thailand.
For each photo, I’ll (or you can) note the station or line where it was taken.
Comments and questions are welcome.
As I’ve mentioned elsewhere, I inherited my love of travel from my parents and some of my grandparents. A strong passion, but one that was unfortunately limited by our family’s modest resources. Back then, living in northern Alsace, a simple trip to the southern part of the region—with the Wine Route as our destination—felt like an extraordinary journey to a land of plenty for the little boy I was in the late 60s and early 70s.
Everything seemed so huge when you were still just a kid.
Back then, I was overwhelmed by countless sensations—I was already highly sensitive, with a keen mind and a nose and taste buds that were developing like a pro’s. Which, as I’d later realize, wasn’t always an advantage.
Those magical days always began with a gentle late-spring or midsummer morning. The interior of the white Peugeot 404, license plate 210 LZ 67, had already soaked up the sun before the engine purred to life, and the cabin gave off a scent I could still recognize today—a fragrance I found so pleasant. Back then, I had no idea it was just the smell of warm plastic from the car’s interior.
Yes, the scents of the 404 on sunny days became my madeleine de Proust...
What’s more, the whole family was unusually cheerful because those moments of relaxation and leisure were rare. Everyone worked, and no one had an easy job or was well paid. Without the *Trente Glorieuses*, these experiences might never have happened.
Once we crossed the canton’s borders, I felt like I was light-years away from my everyday surroundings, and every kilometer plunged me deeper into *terra incognita*. It was thrilling. Far from my so-called "medium-sized" town, wheat fields, cornfields, and cabbage patches stretched out, punctuated by tall poles connected by long wires and topped with vegetation—like giant clotheslines without laundry, where magical beanstalks might grow to touch the sky. Back then, I was still far from tasting their product, which was simply beer. At the time, there was still a significant local hop production. Fun fact: it wasn’t until 2002 that Anglo-Saxon scientists proved hops and cannabis belong to the same biological family.
After the fields, the landscape took another step up as it rolled past the little boy’s eyes, often glued to the windows. First came modest hills, then a succession of rolling slopes that soon formed an unbroken chain. Their 700 meters in altitude felt like Himalayan peaks to me—impressive, inert giants, a whole new world. Gazing at them, an intense emotion welled up somewhere between my stomach and lungs, nearly taking my breath away. What mysteries, what treasures did these heights hold?
And then there were the cherries on top—the crowning touch that made the scene even more magical: proud, majestic castles perched on the summits like impassive sentinels. Monuments from the past, yet firmly rooted in the present on their rocky spurs.
The little boy’s eyes sparkled—he’d been given a castle for Christmas, complete with battlements, towers, a drawbridge, and fully armed knights. He’d watched and lived *Ivanhoe* on the only French TV channel that existed back then.
Only once did my paternal grandfather join us on one of these trips. A tall, intelligent man with a face that could shift from stern to mischievous, clearly full of humor and charisma. Sadly, his relationship with alcohol had taken a toll on his life and, by extension, those of his loved ones. He had a strong personality—if his boss crossed the line, he wouldn’t hesitate to punch him, which meant he went through a lot of different jobs. Back then, you could quit one job and easily find another. It was quite something to see him in his final stages, hallucinating pink elephants and even drinking perfume when he had nothing else left. The last time I saw him, he’d slipped away from the doctors and nurses while hospitalized in pretty bad shape—at least, I assume his liver was the issue. We were sitting down for a family lunch when the door burst open, and there he stood in his pajamas, eyes twinkling with mischief, clearly pleased with the dramatic entrance. That theatrical moment didn’t spare us from burying him a few months later at the age of 71. One day, my mother told me the family doctor had quietly remarked that it was a shame—with his robust constitution, he could’ve lived to be a hundred. Yes, the family doctor—this was the man who’d come treat you any day, at almost any hour, just for a phone call. It really existed, it’s not a myth!
That day, his wife—my paternal grandmother—was also along for the ride. Everyone agreed that Jeannette was a good woman. She worked as a waitress at *Le Tigre*, the biggest brasserie in town, right in the center. Most customers preferred to be served by her, including local dignitaries and even the mayor. As a kid, I didn’t find her very fun, open, or warm—she seemed a bit stern. Back then, women in their fifties already had the face and build of grandmothers. Same went for men, don’t get me wrong. I had no idea about the struggles she faced because of her husband. I didn’t know that 30 years earlier, she’d had to flee Alsace while pregnant, under threat from Nazi fighter-bombers. I didn’t know she’d had several miscarriages, and that my father—her only surviving child, born prematurely in March 1940 at the other end of France—weighed less than a kilo at birth and was so tiny he could fit in a shoebox. Hard to imagine he’d grow into a strapping man nearly 1.80 meters tall, tipping the scales at 100 kilos.
When you come back from summer camp in early August and ask why she didn’t pick you up with your parents, and they gently tell you she’s "in heaven," you don’t realize she passed away at 54 after suffering greatly from stomach cancer that had spread.
Back to that family outing, that enchanted parenthesis. I even remembered where we’d had lunch when I passed through Dambach-la-Ville decades later. One of those charming, flower-filled towns Alsace produces in abundance—and preserves so well. This one sits high on a hill, and I was a bit stunned on the parking lot because the view stretched far, revealing the Alsace plain below—its fields, villages, hills, and forests. The world seemed so vast and enticing that day, even though I was only glimpsing a tiny fraction of it.
The region was already very touristy, but I wouldn’t notice the downsides until much later. That Sunday noon, I discovered a large restaurant filled with diners. I can still see the enormous piece of meat they served me, decorated with a little wooden skewer topped with a flag. I kept that one for a long time. Those were the golden days of rich, flowing, thick sauces—so flavorful—and the era of the world’s best fries, made on the spot with the best potatoes. To top it off, I was *exceptionally* allowed a small bottle of apple juice, Orangina, or—even better if possible—Sinalco. Yes, Sinalco—like Orangina, but better. A brand that must’ve disappeared in the 70s, but why, and what a shame! Since then, Orangina’s little bubbles have taken the brand to the other side of the planet—it’s now Japanese.
Year after year, I’d eagerly await that ecstatic moment when the most beautiful castle in Alsace, the Haut-Koenigsbourg, appeared in my field of vision. The perfect model, the archetype that blended into the landscape at the height of a child’s dreams.
The trip home always felt like a reality check—less jarring than an alarm clock, but more diffuse and melancholic. From then on, there was only one wish: *When do we leave again?*
Hi there,
Here’s a recap of a trek through the Balkans covering three countries: Albania, Montenegro, and Kosovo. I was with a friend, and we didn’t do the full route (only one day in Kosovo).
It was a wonderful trek through snow-capped mountains and vast flower-filled meadows, meeting incredibly welcoming people.
At the end of the travel journal, I’ll share what I loved and what I liked less.
Day 1: Flight from Paris-Beauvais to Tirana with Wizz Air.
Since Albania isn’t part of Europe when it comes to phone service (at least not yet! :-)), we had to buy a physical SIM card—otherwise, the bill would’ve been sky-high if we’d used our French plan! We got one from Vodafone AL at the airport. You can buy online before leaving with a virtual SIM (e-SIM) for compatible phones, so you don’t have to swap cards. But given the uncertainty about choosing a plan online, we preferred buying one directly at Tirana Airport. Cost: 31 € for 100 GB. That’s way too much—100 GB is overkill. For 40 GB, it’s 27 €, and the plan lasts 21 days. The price difference isn’t huge, and it was cheaper than online. This plan covers all the countries along the Balkan range.
Money tip: All guesthouses and accommodations accept euros. The local currency in Albania is the LEK. In Montenegro, it’s the euro. Bank fees for withdrawing money from an ATM in Albania are pretty steep: 8 € for a withdrawal of 600–700 LEK (about 200 €)! So it’s better to withdraw cash (euros) in France. Oh, and we booked all our accommodations before leaving, but payment is always in cash. Budget around 400–500 € for 9 days of trekking.
Then, a transfer the same day to Shköder, about a 2-hour bus ride. Cost: 10 € per person. Tickets bought directly on the bus. We spent the night in Shköder at a very clean guesthouse, Open Doors B&B. It had a small balcony overlooking the city.
I really liked Shköder, especially its pedestrian street lined with restaurants and lit up at night. It’s a great place to stroll and eat. The food isn’t expensive—two big salads and two beers: 14 € :-) . Fruit prices are also very reasonable: 3 € for a kilo of cherries, compared to 9–10 € in France.
Religions coexist peacefully in these countries—Catholics and Muslims. From our balcony, my friend heard the call to prayer for the first time, coming from one of the city’s mosques.
Day 2: Bus ride to Theth, about 1,100 meters in elevation gain, the starting point for our hike the next day.
The trip took 2 hours and 40 minutes with a break in the middle. The bus was affordable, but taxis also make the trip—though they’re very expensive.
We slept in the heights of Theth at a new guesthouse, "Mountain Vista Shkafi," with an amazing view.
The family was adorable. The husband is a handyman and built almost everything himself. Their baby is named "Sky"—such a cute name, right? :-) Throughout the trek, I found the guesthouses very clean, and the hosts think of everything—no need to bring soap or shampoo; they provide it.
Lunch in Theth at a traditional restaurant on the main road. We tried "Tave Dheu," an Albanian dish with beef, cabbage (very common), and cottage cheese. Delicious but not quite filling enough. For dessert, a honey cake that was perfectly moist—such a treat! Desserts like this are rare; sometimes they serve watermelon instead.
We took a small private bus for 5 € to the "Blue Eye" parking lot, then walked for about 45 minutes to reach a stunning natural site—a kind of lagoon with incredibly blue water. The bravest can swim, but the water’s freezing!
That evening, we dined at "La Montagne Blanche"—excellent! A delightful mix of grilled meats with potatoes and grilled peppers. Some watermelon slices (which I’m not a fan of) and the famous Raki, a brandy served in Turkey and the Balkans! It was my first time drinking brandy "bottoms up." 😉
I’d like to share my family trip to Colombia with kids aged 8. After spending hours browsing the forum and only having two weeks there, we decided to focus on two regions: the Coffee Zone for one week and the Caribbean coast for another. We traveled from August 8 to 23.
Day 1 – First stop: Bogotá
We arrived in Bogotá in the evening on an Air France flight—nothing to complain about, decent service, comfortable, and on time. However, the first night was a miss. We’d booked a hotel near the airport (Abitel Prime) for convenience, but the soundproofing was almost nonexistent; we heard planes as if we were on the runway. Luckily, exhaustion helped us sleep well anyway.
Day 2 – Off to the Coffee Zone and Salento
The next morning, we headed to the airport for a domestic flight to Pereira with LATAM. No issues: punctual and efficient, and in 30 minutes, we landed in Pereira. The landing already set a different mood: lush valleys, endless plantations, and humid air.
We picked up our rental car from Localiza. Unfortunately, the experience wasn’t smooth—the paperwork took forever, and the wait tested our patience. Finally free, we hit the road to Salento, one of Quindío’s gems.
We arrived in the late afternoon and discovered a colorful village bustling with artisan shops and cafés. Our first stroll helped us soak in the atmosphere before dinner at Bambú restaurant—a great surprise with careful cooking and local flavors. We spent the night at Casa Serafín, a charming little hotel, nicely decorated and well-located… but unfortunately very noisy.
Day 3 – The magic of Cocora Valley
This was one of the trip’s highlights. We set off early for Cocora Valley, famous for its giant wax palms, Colombia’s emblem. We chose the 12 km loop recommended by the *Routard*. The landscapes were spectacular: towering palms, rivers, suspension bridges. It felt like walking through a postcard. The weather was perfect.
That evening, we dined at Barnabé restaurant—pleasant setting, decent food, but the bill was a bit steep for what it was. Back to Casa Serafín.
Day 4 – Coffee and panoramic views
The plan was a visit to Finca El Ocaso. For 1.5 hours, we followed a passionate guide who explained the entire coffee process, from harvest to cup. Very educational, accessible for both kids and adults, all in a stunning setting. The tour was in English for us, and we translated for our kids, who aren’t bilingual yet.
In the afternoon, we climbed to Salento’s viewpoint. The valley view was superb. That evening, we ate at Veggie Garden, a simple and pleasant spot that was a nice change from the heavier meals of previous days.
Day 5 – Horseback ride to Santa Rita Waterfall
We booked a horseback ride with Cocora Magic. It was a real success: calm horses, a beautiful trail, mountain and meadow landscapes, and finally the refreshing and wild Santa Rita Waterfall. Without a doubt, one of the best moments of our time in the region. We even got a bonus ride up a 300-meter hill.
We then headed to Filandia, less known than Salento but just as charming. We spent the late afternoon enjoying the pool at MuchoSur Filandia. The hotel is beautiful, in an idyllic setting. However, we also had soundproofing issues and could hear our neighbors.
Day 6 – Rainy detour through Filandia and Manizales
Rain caught up with us in the early morning: torrents of water made it impossible to go out. We stayed at the hotel, reading quietly. By noon, the rain let up: a quick walk in Filandia, a quick lunch, then off to Manizales. We chose to stay at El Otoño hot springs. Great choice: as soon as we arrived, we plunged into the hot pools, perfect after hours on the road.
Day 7 – Hiking and hot springs
In the morning, we hiked the Camino de Super Coco (found somewhat randomly on Google). A pleasant trail with mountain views and a peaceful atmosphere. The afternoon was spent in the hotel’s thermal pools, with a short marked hike down to the river. Dinner on-site at the hot springs’ restaurant. A simple but very relaxing day.
Day 8 – Rain, jacuzzi, and games
We continued to Finca Los Alpes. The rain greeted us again, but this time it turned into an asset: nothing like a steaming jacuzzi with a view of the misty mountains. The kids enjoyed the facilities too: mini-golf, ping-pong, billiards. Dinner and night at the hotel, cozy vibes.
Day 9 – Off to the Caribbean coast
Back to the airport to return the car (still a bit long). Flight to Cartagena with Avianca: punctual and comfortable. Upon arrival, we picked up another car and headed straight to the Hyatt Regency, a modern hotel with a pool. That evening, we dined at the hotel—practical after a travel day.
Day 10 – Colonial Cartagena
We set off to explore Cartagena’s old town. It was enchanting: colorful facades, flowered balconies, colonial charm—just magical. However, the heat was stifling and very humid. Afternoon relaxation by the pool. Dinner at Gestlani, a good restaurant in town.
Day 11 – Road to Barú
A hearty breakfast, then one last swim in the pool before heading to Barú. We checked into Las Islas Hotel. The setting was enchanting: wooden cabins nestled in the vegetation, a private beach, turquoise sea, impeccable service. Dinner at the hotel’s restaurant.
Day 12 – Beach and relaxation
A full beach day in Barú. Warm water, white sand, coconut trees, peace and quiet. A real postcard scene with iguanas and birds.
Day 13 – On to Santa Marta
Another morning at the beach before hitting the road to Santa Marta. The drive was a bit long (6 hours), especially with traffic jams in Barranquilla. It was the longest car ride of the trip. We spent the night at Villa María Tayrona, a beautiful place near the park.
Day 14 – Tayrona Park
We left early for Tayrona Park. We entered through **El Zaino**, parked the car, and set off on a hike to La Piscina (about 2 hours). We stopped along the way at Playa Arenilla, a stunning little beach, to rest. Lunch on-site, a swim, then back by 4 PM. The hike was a bit tiring, but the nature was spectacular: dense jungle, the sound of waves, and even a monkey encounter along the way. Evening and dinner at the hotel.
Day 15 – Last swim and return flight to Bogotá
Our last morning was split between the pool and the beach (the hotel has direct access via a 7-minute trail through vegetation and flowers)—hard to leave this paradise. We drove to Santa Marta’s airport to return the car, then flew back to Bogotá. We spent the night at Casa Dann Carlton, a comfortable hotel. We simply ordered room service, arriving too late to go out.
Day 16 – Bogotá and the end of the trip
Our last day in Colombia. After a good breakfast, we explored La Candelaria. Its cobbled streets and colorful houses were worth the visit. We visited the Botero Museum (free) and the Gold Museum, both fascinating. Back to the airport for our 11:55 PM Air France flight.
That’s a wrap on a varied trip—lush mountains, colorful villages, dream beaches, and tropical jungle.
The pace was pretty relaxed, well-suited for our kids. They absolutely loved the trip to Colombia.
Driving in Colombia was very easy, and we didn’t regret renting a car at all—it gave us more freedom to get around.
If I were to do it again, here’s what I’d change:
- I’d spend less time in the Coffee Zone to stay a bit longer on the Caribbean coast, which was more relaxing for the kids. Or I’d head to Medellín, but I didn’t think the city was very kid-friendly.
- Bogotá is a city that deserves a day’s visit, but it’s not a must-see. Maybe I’d have taken the KLM flight from Cartagena to Amsterdam instead.
Since I didn’t have time to write a proper travel journal, I thought I’d share a few photos of Bologna—a really lovely city I discovered in 2017 while stopping on my way to Tuscany.
Around Piazza Maggiore, which was packed with a stage and chairs for a show, stands the Basilica of San Petronio, massive and Gothic in style, with an unfinished façade (a common sight in Italy).
Another building near the square:
But Bologna’s real charm lies in its porticoes, which were added to the UNESCO World Heritage list in 2021: 62 km of arcades running along buildings, letting you walk sheltered from the sun or rain. Back in 1288, the city required houses to include private arcades for public use. In the city center, you can stroll under 32 km of porticoes in all sorts of styles—some plain, some ornate—with a strong presence of red tones.
Okay, it wasn’t a total disaster either. Actually, I hesitated before starting this travel journal: is it even worth writing about a holiday that won’t leave an unforgettable memory?
In the end, I went for it (there aren’t many recent travel journals about this destination).
So, read on... or don’t .
Every time we’ve been to the Canary Islands, it’s been by default (basically: where can we go in winter or early spring when we only have a week—so not too far, not too much jet lag, but with decent weather?).
This time, we had two weeks, but the winter plan kept changing: first Thailand (dropped for personal reasons), then Martinique (dropped because of work leave dates that weren’t up to me), and finally, the Canary Islands.
We’ve already been to Tenerife (which we really liked) and Lanzarote (which we liked a little less).
This year, two options: Gran Canaria or one of the smaller islands west of Tenerife (La Palma, or even La Gomera or El Hierro).
We chose Gran Canaria... not sure it was the right call!
Whose fault is it?
Storm Thérèse’s!
Yes, Storm Thérèse followed us on arrival, and its effects lasted quite a while. We had to adapt, cancel visits, change activities...
But even without Thérèse...
Saturday 21/03
Departure from Orly at 6:10 AM with Transavia.
The plane took off on time and landed a little early, tossed around by strong winds before touching down.
It had just rained, but it was (almost) no longer raining.
We quickly picked up our luggage and then the car at the Cicar counter.
We got a Seat Arona instead of the Corsa we’d booked. Well, while the driving position didn’t feel great at first (I got used to it), the engine’s smoothness and power were much appreciated on the island’s winding and sometimes steep roads.
It was only 10 AM, and we couldn’t theoretically check into our accommodation until 3 PM (the owner promised to message me if it was ready earlier).
So, we headed to the (big) *Jardín Botánico Viera y Clavijo*, where we planned to spend a few hours.
We found a huge parking lot... empty.
The passenger in the car in front of us (yes, we weren’t the only ones at the closed gate—there was a car in front and one behind) went to ask for info: it was closed due to the storm 😕.
So, we calmly headed toward Puerto de las Nieves, on the northwest coast of the island.
The plan: go to a restaurant, visit the village, and do some shopping while waiting for early afternoon.
As soon as we got out of the car, it started raining... we took shelter under the awning of a shop, waiting for it to pass. But the rain turned into a downpour, and within minutes, awning or not, Gore-Tex or not, we were soaked!
Since we were already wet, we might as well go to the restaurant—they weren’t far! But here’s the thing: contrary to what Google Maps said, they all opened at 1 PM, not noon!
Back to the car, wading through 5 cm of water because all the village streets were flooded .
The rain let up, we did some shopping, went to eat, and I got a message from the owner saying the accommodation was ready 🙂.
So, off we went to La Suerte, a few kilometers north of Agaete.
The downside of the place, especially with luggage, is that you have to climb several flights of stairs via an outdoor staircase (after parking more or less far away on a steep street) to get there 😛).
Of course, on the way from the car to the apartment, it started pouring again—the bags got soaked!
Enough rain for today! We settled in quietly, and by late afternoon, we could (finally!) go admire the view from the terrace.
Trip Planning
My partner and I are heading to the Canary Islands for a week at the end of September, specifically to Lanzarote. We chose this island over the more crowded ones for its volcanic landscape and the variety of hikes it offers.
I booked everything through Expedia: our hotel stay, car rental, and Ryanair flight tickets departing from Marseille. It was the only way to get a direct flight. To make getting around easier during our stay, I picked a hotel located in the center of the island from the wide selection available. It’s part of the Barceló chain, specifically the "Barceló Teguise Beach Adults Only" in Teguise Beach, which turned out to be an excellent choice.
The Trip
Sunday, September 21 - Monday, September 22
Departure
It’s 2:15 PM, and we’re at the Avignon TGV station. Danielle picked us up earlier due to the weather—thunderstorms and heavy rain all the way to the station. The TGV was on time, and it only took 30 minutes to reach Marseille Saint-Charles. The shuttle to the airport is quick and convenient, right behind the station.
The bus leaves for the airport in the middle of the storm, with flooded roads and cars stuck in some spots.
We get soaked making our way to the terminal. Two hours to wait before the flight. The plane finally takes off at midnight, but just before landing, the pilot announces that the destination airport is closed, and we’re being diverted to Tenerife. Ryanair will re-route us as soon as possible.
We end up waiting 2 hours, and Ryanair kindly gives us a 4 € voucher.
We re-board around 5:15 AM and take off at 6:00 AM. About 45 minutes to reach Lanzarote. After collecting our luggage, we head to the car rental desk. The counter in the terminal is closed, and we’re directed to parking lot P4—it takes us a while to find it.
I’m a bit worried about the rental company’s reaction since the car was supposed to be picked up 7 hours earlier, but it’s not a problem. A woman next to us is furious because she’s in the same situation, and her rental was canceled. Anne-Marie translates for her, but nothing changes.
We pick up a brand-new Toyota Aigo and head to the hotel.
After checking in, we cross the garden, walking alongside the large pool to reach our room.
A lovely first-floor room with a jacuzzi and a sea view.
It’s early, so we head to breakfast—a generously stocked and varied buffet with everything you could want.
Afterward, we drive to Cueva de los Verdes, but it’s packed with people and a long wait. We decide to come back another day.
Next, we visit Mirador Del Rio. This rocky viewpoint at the edge of the island has breathtaking cliffs plunging 500 meters into the ocean. The view is stunning and impressive.
A panoramic bar lets you cool off while enjoying the scenery.
We return to the hotel for a short walk around the neighborhood and enjoy the beautiful pool with its pleasant water temperature. Relaxing by the pool, sun loungers, and all.
In the evening, a very varied buffet at the restaurant. Then early to bed to recover from the sleepless night before.
Tuesday, September 23
After a restful night, we enjoy another varied and hearty breakfast. The terrace seating is very pleasant. We take an inland road leading to Timanfaya National Park.
The road near the park runs alongside vineyards where the vines are surrounded by lava stone walls to protect them from the prevailing winds.
Our first stop is at the visitor center, where the island’s volcanic activity is well-documented. Next, we stop at an area where you can take a short camel ride—two seats are installed on either side of the camel’s hump. This little ride offers a great view of the volcanic landscape from a higher vantage point. A fair price of 11 € per seat for a 20-minute ride.
We then head to the park entrance via the road leading to the parking lot, where only authorized buses can take the winding route inside the park.
It’s crowded, and we wait about 45 minutes with several stops before reaching the parking lot.
We board the bus, and the route offers beautiful views of this volcanic area and its many craters. The journey is very interesting, with several stops for photos.
At the parking lot, a guide shows us how the heat from the rocks beneath the surface can ignite dry vegetation. Water poured into holes in the ground immediately creates geysers and jets of steam.
The building next to the parking lot has a restaurant where meat is cooked using the heat from a well dug into the volcanic rock.
On our way back, we drive to Playa Blanca, a seaside town with a small sandy beach.
Back at the hotel in the late afternoon for dinner.
Wednesday, September 24
We wake up early and have a quick breakfast—few people are around at this hour. Two days ago, we booked a 10:00 AM visit to Los Verdes, lava tunnels created by eruptions and lava flows from the La Corona volcano, which extended all the way to the coast.
When the lava came into contact with the air, it solidified on the surface while continuing to flow underneath. The lava tunnels stretch for 8 kilometers to the volcano, but we only walk one kilometer.
The inside of the tunnel is impressive, with narrow passages and larger chambers.
You can see traces left by the flowing liquid lava—varied colors and twisted shapes.
At the end of the path, a large chamber has been turned into a concert hall with perfect acoustics.
Next, we visit Jameo Del Agua.
This is a continuation of the lava tunnel, developed by Manrique.
There are beautifully designed bar and restaurant areas, as well as an underground lake where you can see small blind white crabs—a protected species in this very pure water.
Higher up, there’s a lovely space with a central pool that could double as a swimming area, surrounded by beautifully designed white pathways that contrast with the blue water.
Further on, you reach a large space inside the lava tunnel, set up as a performance hall with perfect acoustics.
Stairs let you view this beautiful space from above. A gap in the lava landscape reveals the ocean on the horizon.
We head back toward the village of Yé, at the foot of the La Corona volcano.
A 160-meter walk from the church, a path crosses vineyard plots and then climbs to the top of the volcano’s crater in about 30 minutes. It’s the island’s highest volcano.
When you reach the edge of the crater, you see how deep it is, with steep slopes inside forming a large circular opening. The place is breathtaking and awe-inspiring.
We drive back to the hotel via a road that climbs quickly, offering a beautiful view of the island’s northern part.
Thursday, September 25
After another enjoyable and varied breakfast, we head to the center of the island toward the volcano park and stop at a roadside parking lot where a path leads to the Montana Cuervo volcano.
This is a crater that opened on one side. During an eruption, an explosion created a breach in the crater.
Huge blocks of rock were thrown dozens of meters away. The path goes through the breach and descends into the crater, allowing you to walk around it. It’s impressive, and you really feel small and fragile in this environment.
The crater walls, with their different colors, highlight the rock formations. The crater is surrounded by a sea of lava with sharp, jagged rocks.
You can walk around the outside of the crater, but it’s not very interesting. We then head to the west coast, stopping at a spot with a small green lake next to a beautiful black sand beach.
Next, we stop at Salinas de Janubio, a lovely viewpoint overlooking the salt marshes with different water colors. A small shop sells various local products.
We then head to the famous Papagayo beach.
The road ends at a booth where they charge 3 € to continue.
From here, the land is private, and you have to pay to drive down a 3-kilometer rocky dirt road.
Quite a few cars are driving along it, kicking up clouds of dust. The car gets a dusty makeover.
We arrive at a large parking area, with several paths leading to different small beaches.
We go to Papagayo, a small blonde sand beach surrounded by red rocks.
The beach slopes gently into the water, which is a pleasant temperature. The setting is charming and peaceful.
We stay for a while before heading back to the hotel.
Friday, September 26
We start with a visit to the César Manrique Foundation in Tahiche. This was originally one of his homes. The modern construction spans several levels and is integrated into the lava flow, using the gaps to create living spaces. Large windows make the rooms bright and open to the scenery. The place is pleasant, with flower-filled gardens outside. It’s well worth a visit.
Next, we drive to Las Grietas, where a path leads to a narrow crack in the volcanic rock, forming a tight passage where only one person can walk at a time.
The passage isn’t very long, but progress is slow due to the endless selfies being taken here.
We then stop at Casa Del Camposino, a renovated farm that houses several artisan shops.
We taste a local wine recommended by a charming woman and buy two bottles of Lanzarote red wine on her advice.
Now, we head to Tamara beach, a beautiful and wide beach at the foot of high cliffs. There are always great waves here, making it a surfer’s paradise.
On the way back to the hotel, we stop at the cactus garden, César Manrique’s final creation. Designed with a great sense of aesthetics around an old windmill, it features 4,500 varieties of cacti in various shapes, all in a beautiful setting.
We return to the hotel in the late afternoon for the evening.
Saturday, September 27
After another hearty breakfast, we head north to Haria. We stumble upon another of César Manrique’s homes, where he lived for a long time. This house is more traditional than the previous one but still has large, modern, and very pleasant rooms. At the back of the garden is his large studio, where he created his works.
Next, we visit the craft market—this was our original plan. Various stalls offer local items, and it’s very crowded. No room at the café terraces to sit down.
We then return to Famara beach for a long stay. There are always great waves here, much to the surfers’ delight. The water temperature is pleasant, and we enjoy it.
On the way back to the hotel, we stop at a gas station to refill the car, which has been very fuel-efficient. Gas is also much cheaper here than in France—1.16 € per liter of SP95.
We also wash the car, which was very dusty after the long dirt road to Papagayo beach.
At the hotel, we enjoy a farewell cocktail before dinner.
Sunday, September 28
We spend the morning by the hotel pool before checking out at noon. For lunch, we go to a restaurant called "Dona Lola," near the hotel, with a terrace offering a view of the coast. We order tuna carpaccio, which is delicious.
We then head to the airport, just 15 minutes away.
We return the rental car and go to the airport.
A long line to check in our luggage.
The return flight is on time.
A shuttle bus takes us to Saint-Charles station.
We then head to our overnight rental. The boulevard slopes down, making it easier with the suitcases.
The rental is between the old port and the train station.
Once there, we pick up the keys and make one last effort to carry the luggage up to the third floor.
The studio is nice, clean, and simply equipped—perfect for one night.
This travel journal is therefore intended solely for my photos, to present a consistent style.
All the shots were taken with a simple Samsung Galaxy smartphone and with whatever was at hand.
All stays combined, I’ve spent the equivalent of a year at most in Thailand, and I’m no great expert.
However, after many trips, lots of reading on VoyageForum and other sites, and conversations with many locals as well as expats, my view of the country is becoming clearer, though it’s constantly evolving. You never stop discovering and learning.
I guess I wanted to deliver a puzzle, mainly for those who want to get an idea of the country here and for those who feel nostalgic about it.
I don’t know if this minimalist sharing will interest anyone, but it’ll do me good to put it together. After so many months without traveling and then these other long months with VF closed, there’s plenty of material available.
There’ll be a mix of places, periods, and subjects, but it might well be intentional.
I suspect many Thais have dogs because they make excellent guardians for the home. Nothing better to deter burglars or to signal the presence of a snake. You’ll often see Thais tapping the top of their dog’s head, but don’t be fooled: it’s a sign of affection from them. Judging by the dogs’ reactions, they’re used to it.
Thailand is one of the countries on the planet where rabies is still present, so keep that in mind. It’s not just bites that can be dangerous, so don’t let just any dog lick you. Especially on a wound, of course.
Even though dogs often fear humans—this dangerous and unpredictable predator—we still need to stay cautious.
Be careful when walking into alleys because the dog will defend its master’s big yard. Be careful at night, and be careful when they’re in packs.
It sometimes crosses our minds that Thailand isn’t all that made for walking around, and dogs are one of the reasons.
That said, it’s not uncommon to see them chasing bikes or scooters. Cars, though? Much rarer—they’re too big.
It seems Thais prefer to give their dogs freedom by not locking them behind gates. Though sometimes the gate is closed, the little side door is wide open. Oh, and sometimes there’s no gate in front of the property, or it’s been full of holes for years.
You’ll often see dogs sleeping on the roadside, sometimes right on the road. When you approach, they move aside nonchalantly—or not at all. It’s less funny when they suddenly appear from thick vegetation, reminding visitors not to drive too fast. As a result, you’ll notice that dogs with injuries or missing legs aren’t that rare.
Since they believe in reincarnation and respect for all forms of life, they don’t chase dog packs away too much, and they don’t sterilize them enough. When you see a small pack roaming freely in the countryside, you think twice about running into them at the edge of a field.
A darker side of this is that euthanasia isn’t often practiced. Twice, we saw dogs at death’s door in temples, enduring terrible suffering with no one to help. The image (and the smell) of one of them, agonizing and exuding the stench of death, still comes back to me sometimes.
Some of you may have seen the YouTube vlog of a French woman living in Phuket who was given a little pig by her Thai friends. The animal, well-fed, quickly became a happy and enormous beast with its own garden. Yet it didn’t take long for it to fall seriously ill and become incurable. In her video, the French woman described how difficult it was to find a vet willing to perform euthanasia.
You’ll often see bowls by the side of the road. Thais leave food and water there for stray cats and dogs. Overall, they have a big heart for animals.
If you ever pop into a shopping mall, you might see people pushing their small dogs in strollers. It’s not just for fun—these strollers are provided for customers to put their pets in, otherwise you can’t bring them inside. It looks a bit odd when you expect to see a baby.
I’m a newbie to this forum, passionate about wildlife, the landscapes of East Africa, and Tanzania in particular.
This June 2024 trip/safari is our 7th visit to Tanzania and our 5th in the south, which has drawn us more than the north ever since we discovered it in 2015.
In 2024, the entrance fees for the reserves and services have gone up again since our last visit.
I chose to return first to Mikumi Reserve, which was the very first one we visited in the south. Then, we’ll head to Selous (J. Nyerere N. P.) as usual.
Initially, we wanted to spend 2/3 days on Mafia Island at the end of the trip, but it made the total cost too high, so we gave up...
We usually go to Ruaha and Selous, but I wanted to mix it up a bit—also to save some money...
As for the timing, June is a new experience for us. I thought it might be interesting to come just after the lodges reopen... hoping for some great wildlife encounters??
The trip starts in Marseille with our first flight on Ethiopian Airlines to Addis Ababa, then continues to Dar es Salaam, where we’ll finally set foot on Tanzanian soil again.
In Addis... "our" A-350.
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After arriving in Dar, we spent one night at a hotel near the airport. The next morning, we headed to the domestic flights terminal, which hasn’t changed in years.
By mid-morning, we boarded a Cessna 208B Caravan with Safari Air Link, heading to the Kikoboga bush airstrip in Mikumi, which we reached 45 minutes later.
Fun fact: the pilot was the same one as on our return flight two years ago.
Welcome on board:
Of course, a driver/guide team from our chosen lodge was waiting for us upon arrival:
I was surprised to see so many aircraft parked there... even twin-engine Embraer Brasilias??
As a fan of vintage planes, I loved it...
On the other hand, the light was incredibly harsh.....!!
Our guides only speak English. We knew that in advance. In the south, it’s very rare to find someone who speaks French. This’ll force us to dig into our high school English memories... from 60 years ago... at least.
It’s noon, and we head toward the lodge.
Near the airstrip, next to the Mikumi rangers’ base, there are quite a few herbivores. They find a bit more peace here—the big cats don’t venture this way...
Our first encounter was a group of Masai giraffes.
Rarer (for us), a savanna monitor lizard basking in the sun right in the middle of the track...??
A large gathering of impalas (mostly males) along with a few blue wildebeest:
Also unusual: a African crowned hornbill taking a dust bath in the middle of the track...!!
When it comes to identifying mammals or birds, I don’t know everything... so I might make mistakes. Please forgive me.
I’m counting on my friend Blesl’s active participation... 😉
Last February, I made a trip using "public transport" from France to southern Senegal via Spain, Morocco, Western Sahara, and Mauritania.
It’s a journey of about 5,000 km, where I took trains (as far as Marrakech), ferries (to cross Gibraltar and then to reach Casamance from Dakar), and mostly buses on the long desert straightaways. I hadn’t planned any stops in advance or booked any hotels, except for the very first train to Spain, which left plenty of room for the unexpected.
Why travel by land and sea? In recent years, flight-free travel has been gaining popularity. On social media, posts explaining how to cross Europe by train as quickly as possible go viral. Traveling without flying—and making sure people know about it—has become a great way to earn a badge of eco-responsibility: an essential totem for anyone wanting to prove both their dedication to the ecological cause and the wisdom of slow travel.
I haven’t flown in years, and this journey to West Africa could easily be filed under "responsible travel." But it wouldn’t be honest to say that: in reality, it wasn’t really my aversion to flying that motivated this long trek. I see overland travel primarily as a way to experience the world’s geography at a grounded, earthly pace—the pace of the locals. Besides, I’ll be flying back, which disqualifies any claim to being a model of sustainability.
So no eco-badge, and no adventurer’s badge either: you won’t find any heroic tales of camel rides in lost lands or mineral train wagons in this account (popular with influencers, the Mauritania iron ore train now attracts tourists from all over the world, turning "the experience" into something you "have to do at least once in your life"). This five-part story, written on the road, has no other ambition than to recount a journey through places and people, and to share the thoughts they inspire in me. As simply and, I hope, as humbly as possible.
I’m posting the episodes here, which you can also find on my blog (with more photos) at the following links:
Episode 1: Spain, from Avignon to Algeciras
Episode 2: Morocco, from Tangier to Tarfaya
Episode 3: Western Sahara, from Tarfaya to Guerguerat
Episode 4: Mauritania, from Guerguerat to Nouakchott
Episode 5: Senegal, from Rosso to Saloulou
To help those who might want to make the same trip, I’ve also put together a summary of the route with recommendations—you can read it at the end of the story and on the blog:
From France to Senegal Without Flying: Route and Itinerary Recommendations
This time, I landed in Monastir on a direct flight from Nice, again with Tunisair. We left about ten minutes late, and the flight lasted around 1 hour 30 minutes. A meal was served on board (cucumber salad with Edam-like cheese, carrots, and two small portions of dishes I couldn’t identify—semolina with peppers, olives, and parsley, two small rolls, a square of processed cheese, and a chocolate cake). It’s worth noting because it’s not common on flights this short.
In February, France and Tunisia were in the same time zone, but now Tunisia is one hour behind. This time difference and the flight duration work perfectly for a short 15-day trip since it takes me a few days to adjust to jet lag.
Luckily, I’d asked my hotel about the taxi fare from the airport because the drivers (there were several around me) didn’t hesitate to quote outrageous prices. The actual fare is 20 dinars, but one asked for 120 dinars. I refused, and another offered 60 dinars. I replied, "That’s too expensive—I’ll take the metro!" (Having tried the Tunis metro, I had no desire to repeat the experience in Monastir with a suitcase!). I started walking toward the metro, and one of the drivers caught up with me, saying, "20 dinars is fine!" I’ll skip the details, but the negotiation took a little while.
When I arrived at the hotel, I told the receptionist someone had asked for 120 dinars. He put his hands to his head and said, "They’re awful!" He remembered our phone call two days earlier when I’d booked (he’s the one who told me I could take the metro).
The Mezri Hotel isn’t expensive. I got a sea-view room for 75 dinars (22 €). (I’d booked a balcony room for 90 dinars but wouldn’t have had time to enjoy it.) It’s well-located but noisy because there’s no double glazing.
The receptionist is a very kind older gentleman. He called a friend whose wife is from Tozeur to find out if I should take a bus or a *louage* tomorrow and what time.
I arrived at the hotel around 7:00 PM and had time to stroll along the corniche to the ribat. Despite some run-down buildings, the seaside seemed livelier and cheerier than Sousse’s.
Monastir is the hometown of former president Bourguiba. I passed his mausoleum by taxi. There are Tunisian flags along the avenue by the sea because every year on April 6—the anniversary of Habib Bourguiba’s death—the president of the Republic visits the Bourguiba Mausoleum in Monastir to pay respects.
The taxi driver mentioned other Tunisian presidents. He complained about rising prices and insecurity, blaming President Kaïs Saïed (I’d already heard that security was better under Ben Ali).
At the end of my stay, I’ll take time to explore Monastir, but tomorrow morning, I’m off to Tozeur—a long bus ride awaits me.
Just back from two weeks in Andalusia, and I wanted to share this experience with you—maybe it’ll help with planning a trip. I’ll start with a quick recap in this post and try to add photos and day-by-day details later (still sorting through them). Hope I don’t bore you too much! 😎
Trip details:
April 20 to May 4, 2019:
7 days on the Costa de la Luz (El Puerto de Santa María) in an Airbnb,
4 days at the junction of the Costa del Sol and Costa Tropical (Salobreña) in an Airbnb,
3 days at Cabo de Gata for some rest at a campsite in Los Escullos.
Two families of four, each with our own car: three 9-year-old boys and a 6-year-old girl. One family was more into city exploration (not us, but we’re working on it), and the other preferred relaxation and nature (that’s us). We speak a little Spanish.
Over 5,000 km, including 2,500 km for the round trip from Carcassonne.
The weather: Variable, but we expected better for this region in late April. The first week on the Costa de la Luz was sometimes chilly (< 20°C), and the second week was warmer but not excessive (< 25°C). At least we didn’t get much rain!
Our budget: Around 2600 € per family:
700 € for accommodations, about 50 € per night,
1000 € for meals and restaurants. We usually spent around 50 € per family at restaurants—we ate out for lunch (except for 2–3 picnics) and cooked at home in the evenings, trying to be back by 6 PM.
600 € for activities: Río Tinto, a flamenco show, visits to the Alhambra, Giralda, and Alcázar, Oasis Park with meals, and a kayaking trip.
300 € for gas and tolls.
Preparation: A few months ahead with bookings for accommodations and tickets for the Alhambra, Giralda, and Alcázar. We used a few travel guides—I like the *Évasion* guide for initial planning. *Géoguide* was okay, but our friends’ *Routard* was the most useful. We also spent three months brushing up on Spanish with Mosalingua (a great spaced-repetition method, max 10 minutes a day). Downloaded Maps.me and the Andalusia map in advance—essential. And we used Tricount to track shared expenses with friends—super handy.
What we did/saw:
3 city visits (Seville, Granada, and Cádiz) + Málaga for our friends (we vetoed Córdoba—too many cities for us).
4 white villages (Vejer de la Frontera, Arcos de la Frontera, Grazalema, Ronda) + Tarifa for our friends.
Beaches (Tarifa and Bolonia, Matalascañas, Nerja, Cabo de Gata).
Nature and fun moments: Doñana National Park, a kayaking trip along the rocky coast near Nerja, and the Wild West/animal park in the Tabernas Desert.
A little culture: Río Tinto mines, the archaeological site of Itálica, Columbus’s caravels, Nerja Cave for us, and the Picasso Museum in Málaga for our friends. Plus, seeing the ham-drying process in the Alpujarras (for our friends).
Our highlights
Nerja and the surrounding villages: The rocky coast was amazing, and we loved the kayaking trip, even if the water was freezing for snorkeling. The beaches are sheltered from the wind, the town is charming, and the cave is incredible.
El Rocío and Doñana National Park. El Rocío has a timeless, almost Wild West vibe—we could’ve stayed a day or two. The quiet and pine scents reminded us of the Landes region.
What we didn’t love as much:
Río Tinto mines: Not super exciting, and the guides’ nonstop chatter kind of ruined the "nature" experience.
Our little regrets (for next time):
Forgetting our passports and missing a day trip to Tangier from Tarifa.
Not having an extra day around Nerja to go snowboarding in the Sierra Nevada—just 1.5 hours away (the kayak guide suggested it).
Not spending at least one night in El Rocío to explore Doñana National Park at dawn.
Antequera with the Guadalhorce reservoir and the Caminito del Rey (but it would’ve meant 2 more hours of driving, and we didn’t have the energy).
My general impressions of Andalusia and Spain
Landscapes: A feeling of extreme concentration of a single activity in some areas—endless olive groves, wind farms on the Costa de la Luz (which I thought were well-integrated), rows of buildings along the Costa del Sol (yikes, glad we didn’t stop there), greenhouses around Almería (a shame to have frozen the coast for so many kilometers), and the massive industrial port of Huelva.
What surprised us compared to France was the lack of small hamlets—villages are clearly defined, and people cluster there, leaving vast landscapes without human presence. In France, you find houses scattered everywhere.
Roads: Relatively few tolls. Sure, rest areas aren’t as nice as in France, but the roads are in good condition, and our wallet was happy. The roads are pretty straight with countless bridges and tunnels—the upside (besides fast travel) is that there aren’t many secondary roads disrupting the scenery.
Tourism and activities: A huge variety and richness. Feels like everyone can find something they like, and 15 days barely scratched the surface. It’s amazing how quickly you go from the coast to snow-capped peaks (Sierra Nevada) or from farmland to desert (Tabernas). And the mix of European and Arabic architecture in the same city is really special.
One small regret: Not interacting more with locals. We didn’t luck out with our Airbnbs. But shopkeepers were great—very patient with my broken Spanish! :-)
Overall, I think our choice to stay on the Costa de la Luz and then near Nerja worked well. We could explore pretty easily (even if we logged a lot of kilometers), and the settings were fantastic. The 3 days of total relaxation at Cabo de Gata were perfect.
If you prefer shorter stops, you could try staying in El Rocío (easy access to Seville and great for an early visit to Doñana National Park) or maybe Grazalema for a hike in the mountains (weather-dependent). And of course, Tarifa for a day trip to Tangier or Gibraltar.