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Kroc

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2003-11-28

France – Liban (2003)

Cette année j’étais motivé ! J’étais motivé pour partir au Tibet… oui mais voilà, un impondérable : le SRASM. Sous ces quelques lettres anodines se cache une nouvelle maladie pulmonaire qui fit quelques centaines de morts en Asie, et qui, surtout, fut très médiatisé… Jusque là, rien de suffisamment alarmant pour me faire changer de projet. Mais c’est sous la pression de mes proches et surtout la fermeture temporaire d’une frontière qui me décida à mettre un terme a ce fabuleux voyage.C’est alors, qu’un petit mois avant mon future départ, JiJoe, un amis, me fait une proposition qui ne peut se refuser : partir de France au Liban en voiture. Pour le parcours, j’eu tous loisir de faire gambader mon imagination le temps de se mettre d’accord sur les grandes lignes : France – Italie – Slovénie – Croatie – Monténégro – Kosovo – Serbie – Bulgarie – Turquie – Syrie – Liban et un retour plus rapide par la Grèce.

10 Juillet 2003 C’est comme cela que je me retrouve dans une Twingo rose en direction de Lyon où l’on s’arrêtera quelques jours pour penser à tous ce que l’on aurait oublié et surtout se refroidir dans une piscine avant un été qui promet d’être chaud : la météo annonce déjà 38°C dans toute la région !

Lundi 14

Nous quittons Lyon un beau matin autours des 6h30, direction Genève. C’était prévue, nous ne visiterions pas l’Italie : après le tunnel du mont blanc les villes s’enchaînes, Milan où l’on prend à penne le temps de se restaurer et Venise dont nous verrons que le périphérique…Vers 17h nous entrons sur les verdoyante terre de Slovénie. Et là, lassé des autoroutes et désireux de découvrir le paysage, nous nous dirigeons vers la capitale Lubjana à travers la montagne et sur des routes pas indiqué sur notre atlas routier… On est joueur en cette fin de journée ! Après 15 km de virage incessant, nous passons au travers d’un village nommé Logatec et à proximité d’un sapin démunie de toutes ses branches à la base. Bref, on veut savoir se que c’est exactement et on s’arrête.Après une visite des environs, on rencontre un vieux qui nous parle dans sa langue, le slovène… La voisine nous traduit quelques minutes puis nous invites chez elle : on discute un peut, et à cause de notre pauvre anglais, on confond le tilleul avec cet arbre que l’on à vue dans le village. A partir de là débute un gros malentendu qui ne sera élucidé que le soir dans la tente en écrivant ces lignes. Eux parlant des tilleuls et nous de ces sortes de sapins, on apprendra quand même que les tilleuls sont le symbole du pays depuis le passage de Napoléon.On plante notre tente à coté d’une chapelle et de ce fameux arbre !

Mardi 15

On part pour lubjana : la capital. Une petite balade dans les rues s’impose, une église par ci, un château par là. Puis, sous les conseils de la voisine du vieux de Logatec, nous partons en début d’après-midi pour Bled et un parc naturel non loin de là : un haut lieu touristique de Slovénie.Et en effet, le cadre est tous simplement magnifique. Nous en profitons pour faire un petit plongeon dans cette eau si claire. Visiblement c’est interdit, mais personne n’ose venir nous chercher au beau milieu du lac. Le soir, nous nous imprégnons de cette ambiance de vacance qui règne sur les berges avant de s’endormir dans la voiture.

Mercredi 16 Le matin nous prenons tous notre temps pour la visite du château surplombant le lac. Nous rejoignons un second lac à une heure de route d’ici pour prendre du bon temps à flémarder sur ses berges. L’eau est toujours aussi claire et rafraîchissante (Il fait extrêmement chaud). On tente ensuite de manger pour 365 tolar : c’est ce qu’il nous reste et ça fait environs 1.5€. En fait je me trompe sur les prix et nous lâchons encore quelques euro.Vers 17h, nous nous décidons enfin pour partir vers Postojna à travers la montagne… Et là, ce qui devais être un agréable raccourci et malgré notre sens aigu de l’orientation, se transforme en une rallonge incroyable dans un dédale de chemin pour le moins pittoresques. Le soleil disparue derrière les monts et la faim venant, nous terminons notre folle course à environ 1300m d’altitude sur un chemin de terre où nous pouvons enfin demander notre chemin : tous rentre dans l’ordre. Avec un tel retard, plus question de dormir en Croatie ce soir, on stop donc à Postojna où l’on dépense nos quelques Tolar en bière. Cela nous permet de rencontrer des habitués qui nous explique à grand renfort de dessin la signification des fameux sapins rencontrés deux jours plus tôt. A priori, ils sont typiques de la région, (quelques villages) et sont mis ici pour la fêtes nationale du 24 juin. En outre, ils nous déconseillent le camping sauvage à cause des petits grizzlys du coin. De toute façon, il est bien trop tard pour trouver un camping, le montage de la tente se fera donc de nuit et sauvage.

Jeudi 17

Au réveil, un paysans passant ;-) se met à nous parler dans une langue incompréhensible pendant quelques minutes pour finir par glisser le mot bien compris de nos deux campeurs : police. Sans changer nos plans, nous quittons la Slovénie en fin de matinée pour faire halte à Rijeka en Croatie. C’est une ville sans grand intérêt à nos yeux. On galère un peut pour ce garer, on mange une pizza pour notre premier restaurant du voyage avant de déambuler une heure ou deux et remplir quelques formalités : argent, timbre, Email.Nous poursuivons donc notre route le long de la cote adriatique, les rumeurs avaient raison : c’est magnifique ! On plante notre tente dans un des nombreux campings coincés entre la montagne, la route et la mer. L’eau (salé cette fois) est limpide, le soleil tape toujours aussi fort et nous nous exerçons quelques peut au diabolo et à l’art de la jonglerie.En résumé, nous passons une fin de journée tranquille et bien agréable.

Vendredi 18

La nuit à été tourmenté par de violents vents qui arrachèrent la première toile mal fixé de notre tente : réveil vers 5h. Après un petit déjeuné sous de nouvelles bourrasques entre un muret et la voiture (abri totalement inefficace), nous continuerons la descente de la cote adriatique entamée la veille. C’est à ce moment que l’on eu une idée absolument génial : plutôt que de suivre cette belle route bien droite, dirigeons nous vers Vire, ce petit village indiqué sur notre carte dans l’espoir de trouver une communauté de pêcheur jusqu'à présent absent du littoral. Très mal indiqué, Vire se situe sur une pointe voisine d’une pointe touristique et n’est desservie que par une unique petite route. Ca parait bien partis, mais l’aventure coupe cours : après 35km d’une route tortueuse, nous découvrons avec horreur un village vacance en pleine construction et déjà habité… Les rues ne sont pas terminées, entre deux chantiers une décharge utilisée pour brûler tout les immondices, sans oublier l’usine de béton érigé là pour l’occasion. Même les plages sont couvertes de gravas et autres déchets de chantier : malgré la chaleur toujours aussi étouffante, nous nous privons de notre baignade ! Ce serait quand même mentir par omission que de passer sous silence Nin, le charmant village touristique non loin de là.Le soir, dans un coin un peut à l’écart pour planter notre tente, deux policiers interrompent notre dîné et nous invite à rejoindre notre camping… Nous reprenons dons la route à la tombé de la nuit pour la passer sur un parking de Zadar. On en profite pour visiter cette très jolie ville et très animé en ce vendredi soir. Nous nous faisons littéralement attaquer par une nuées de moustiques pendant la nuit : dans la voiture on en recense une bonne vingtaine au levé du jours ! Mais il y en avait sûrement plus car nous en tuerons jusqu’au lendemain soir !

Samedi 19

Après une nouvelle visite de Zadar de jour cette fois-ci, notre descente de la cote se poursuit tranquillement au rythme effréné des baignades tri quotidiennes. De l’avis du narrateur (oui oui, c’est moi J ), Split est une ville à ne pas manquer : toute une partie de la ville voie ses maisons et ruelles enchevêtré avec les vestiges d’un palais romain. Tout comme les belles croates, cela donne à ses quartiers un charme indéfinissable. De plus, les terrasses des cafés et une scène de pleine air laissent penser que les vendredis soir doivent être animées. Oui mais voilà, on est samedi et ici les week-ends sembles correctement respectés et c’est tout à leur honneurs.Nous faisons donc encore quelques kilomètres afin de trouvé un paisible village ou quelconque havre de paix susceptible d’accueillir notre Twingo et leurs passagers pour la nuit. Et on trouve notre bonheur sur une plage privé avec douche et parking, que demander de mieux !

Dimanche 20 Après ce camping improvisé où nous avons tous deux passé une excellente nuit, nous mettons le cas sur la ville mythique de Dubrovnik. Par chance, nous trouvons un parking gratuit pour la journée ainsi que la nuit non loin du centre culturel. Dubrovnik est une vielle ville toute neuve ! Je m’explique, c’est une ville historique qui à subit de grand dommage lors de la dernière guerre et qui a été entièrement rénové pour le plus grand bonheur des nombreux touristes. En une journée, nous croisons plus de Français que depuis tous le début du voyage. Comme beaucoup de ville extrêmement touristique, nous en prenons plein les yeux et puis… c’est tous. Pas de rencontre si ce n’est une petite discussion avec un barman. (L’avantage c’est tous le monde parle anglais) Nous finissons la journée dans la mer avant d’errer de nuit dans les rues pour finalement assister à un concert de jazz en sirotant quelques bières locales pour dilapider notre monnaie.

Lundi 21

Nouvelle semaine, nouveau pays ! Nous faisons nos adieux à la Croatie et sa belle ville pour s’enfoncer dans les terres. La Yougoslavie c’est visiblement éteinte depuis le début de l’année laissant place au derniers pays qui la composait : La république du Monténégro et de Serbie. Le Kosovo quand à lui est toujours sous contrôle des Nations Unis mais fait partie de la serbie. (Ca, c’est la version que l’on a compris)Afin de rentrer dans les terres, il nous faut trouver un col que l’on pourra traverser. Celui que nous choisissons n’est pas si haut que cela, il ne fait que 1006m. Mais les milles mètres de déniveler se transforme en un enchaînement de lacet interminable se terminant tous de même au beau milieu de magnifique paysage du terroir Yougoslave. Ou plutôt Monténégrin devrais je dire… Nous en profitons égoïstement, et c’est bien dommage.Nous passons la nuit à Podgoritsa où un jeune parlant quelques mots d’anglais (c’est rare en cette contré) commence par nous dire qu’il n’y à rien à faire et rien à visiter ici ! Sans nous décourager nous trouvons un cybercafé sans Internet, deux distributeurs de billets en panne, une poste sans téléphone qui marche ni timbre et même la carte de téléphone acheté le matin se révèle être une carte pour téléphone portable ! On accuse un peut le coup, mais après une petite pause bien mérité nous finissons par trouver des timbres (toujours inutilisé à se jour faute de carte postale) et surtout un téléphone. Je remercie au passage mes prof. d’allemand qui ont tous de même réussi à m’inculquer les bases.

Mardi 22

Il n’y à donc pas grand-chose à visité ici ? Nos difficultés de communication et surtout notre longue route encore à parcourir nous décident à traverser la Yougoslavie rapidement : 400km dans la journée devrais nous permettre de découvrir une autre ville. C’était sans compter sur les limitations de vitesses ainsi que le piteux états des routes : il nous faudra donc dix heures, sans compter les arrêts, pour les parcourir. Nous traverserons quatre postes de douanes plus un autre contrôle dans la journée qui seras la plus épuisante du voyage.Toujours à travers les mêmes magnifiques paysages nous traversons un pays en pleine reconstruction : le Kosovo. Nous prenons même un raccourci pour le plaisir des yeux… mais un 4*4 aurait sans doute été préférable pour ce col de 12km non goudronné ! On ne s’attendait pas à ce qu’une piste soit indiquée sur notre carte.Au terme de cette journée pour le moins aventureuse : ce sont les journées où l’on se retrouve au sommet d’un col dans un dédale de piste non indiqué sur notre carte avec un soleil de plomb pour toute boussole… Nous arrivons finalement dans la ville de Nis vers 18h00 où nous avons à penne le temps de traverser un parc au milieu de remparts. Après avoir fait la connaissance de trois Françaises/Yougoslaves nous expliquant un certain nombre de chose et d’état de fait, nous partons en quête de nourriture. Ici, il faut payer en dinar (non non, on a pas quitter la Yougoslavie :-). Il est trop tard pour faire changer quelques-uns de nos euros et notre carte visa n’est acceptée nulle part.On s’endort donc le ventre vide et mort de fatigue. Bref, après une excellente journée.

Ne vous attachez pas trop à la vie, vous n’en sortirez pas vivant...

KR Kroc ·2003-11-28

Mercredi 23

Nous nous rendons à Sofia, la capitale de Bulgarie. La route est en meilleur état. A la frontière on nous fait payer 5€ une désinfection inexistante de la voiture ne coûtant que 2€ ainsi qu’une assurance inutile à 18€. Après un copieux repas, nous trouvons une sorte de gîte/hôtel dans un guide de poche (ou plutôt de voyage…) où je m’apprête maintenant à passer la nuit. Il y à environs une quinzaine de personnes toute de passage et de nationalités diverses. Comme souvent dans ce genre de gîte, l’ambiance est sympa, on y discute de tous, mais surtout des voyages, des coins à faire ou à éviter et des différences de point de vue. Bonne nuit à tous, le repos du voyageur m’attend.

Jeudi 24

Après une petite balades dans le centre de Sofia, on se trouve un resto tranquille que l’on quittera deux heures plus tard : il est 15h. Le temps de traverser quelques quartiers inexplorés ainsi que le poste et nous partons autour de 17h pour le monastère de Rila. C’est le plus grand et le plus connue de Bulgarie. Une fois sur place, nous rencontrons Klyde, Catharina et Lucia : l’Américain et les deux autrichiennes que nous avons rencontré la veille à l’hôtel. Les sujets de discussions ne tarissent pas avant la fermeture des portes du monastère : on se retrouve enfermé à l’intérieur où, contrairement au autre, les petits frenchies n’ont pas de chambre ! Après une explication avec le gardien, une fois dehors et un repas vite fait vite mangé on s’endort dans la twingo.

Vendredi 25

Au petit matin, le Monastère est vraiment paisible et si silencieux, j’adore cette ambiance. Il fait au milieu des remparts coincés dans cette forêt de feuillus. J’ère plus de deux heures dans cette cours à m’extasier devant chaque détail architectural, en particulier cette magnifique fresque peinte sur l’église centrale et racontant la bible. Mais au fur et à mesure que le soleil venait réchauffer ces veilles pierres, les bus grossissaient la foule de touriste perturbant la sérénité des lieux l’espace d’un bref instant. Nous retrouvons Catharina et Lucia pour écrire nos cartes postales, bavarder avec quelques autres touristes et profiter des maigres explications des guides de groupes. Notre voiture intéresse les filles, nous les emmenons donc à Plovdiv leurs sacs à dos sur le toit. Arrivé à Plovdiv, une balade dans la veille ville en compagnie de nos deux demoiselles s’impose ! On passe le reste de la soirée ensemble.

Samedi 26

Dès le matin, un aperçue de Plovdiv à la fraîche après l’orage de la nuit et nous passons par un nouveau monastère avant de le quitter sur le coup de 14h. Direction plein ouest : la Turquie. Finalement nous stoppons en fin d’après-midi dans la dernière ville Bulgare avant la frontière pour y faire le plein et dépenser nos derniers leva : les deux repas et trois pintes chacun environs 8€.

Dimanche 27

Nous traversons la frontière Bulgare / Turque où nous restons bloqué une heure trente pour passer les sept contrôles successifs : police, douane, service sanitaire des deux pays et une vérification qui nous vaudra encore un aller et retour entre deux postes. On tue le temps en discutant avec des Français d’origine Turc en vacance.

Nous traversons la ville de Edirne de part en part à pied. On s’achète nos premier donner made in Turquie avant de tomber sur un groupe de môme. A l’origine ils veulent tous nous vendre quelques bibelots : bracelets, collier ou coran miniature. Mais après quelques dizaines de minutes, nous avons droit à un véritable cours accéléré, aussi bien culturel que linguistique.

En milieu d’après-midi, nous nous rendons sur l’intemporelle Istanbul. Le temps de me rendre compte du chemin que l’on avait déjà accompli et nous voilà perdue dans les méandres de la capitale bien avant d’arriver au centre. On a juste le temps de se balader dans une banlieue brancher au sud ouest et d’avaler une pomme de terre farcie au légume que la nuit tombait déjà. Nous tentons de nous poser sur un parking du bord de mer mais les policiers on tôt fait de nous repérer : nous passerons donc la nuit sur un parking non loin de la fameuse mosquée bleu en plein centre historique.

Lundi 28 Visiblement, le parking était payant… Qu’à cela ne tiennent, le gérant du parking s’improvise rabatteur : en quelques minutes de palabre nous nous retrouvons dans un hôtel bon marcher (6$ avec petit dej.) résolvant du même coup notre problème de parking. L’hôtel (Le simbad hôtel) est à deux pas de la grande mosquée bleu et nous permet de nous installer dès 8h se matin. (ou comment profiter deux jours des douches en ne payant qu’une nuit ;-) ) Pendant le reste de la matinée, nous visitons un peut les rues et découvrons des prix plus élevé qu’a l’accoutumé.

Nous pénétrons ensuite dans l’enceinte bondée de touristes du palais de Topkapi : le grand palais du sultan jusqu’au dix-neuvièmes siècle. Nous arpentons le Bazard pour s’apercevoir que le coin reste clairement touristique. Ca n’empêche pas certain commerçant de rester sympas après leurs avoir expliqué que nous n’achèterons rien : j’ais droit à un cour sur les différents narguilés. En soirée, on traîne dans les quartier touristiques : resto et mon premier narguilés sont au programme du jour !

Mardi 29

Nous prenons la voiture pour passer la journée dans le nord d’Istanbul, la nouvelle ville, où nous attend la visite du dernier palais des sultans de l’empire ottoman. Et ça vau le détour…

Grâce à un avocat rencontré dans la grande rue piétonne, nous trouvons un quartier de restaurant où les turcs on coutumes de venir : on commande un plat de poisson et quelques maisés que l’on trouve extrêmement chère. On oublie l’heure et l’on doit échanger nos tickets de cinéma acheté avant la rencontre du turc. (pratique peu courant semble t’il)

Le soir, après un petit problème intestinal, je me vois contraint d’emprunter des toilettes privées à des gens très compréhensifs… La twingo c’est bien pour dormir, mais pour les sanitaires y’a mieux !

Mercredi 30 Nous nous faisons le cinéma prévu la veille où nous utilisons les toilettes pour se laver et nous traversons le Bosphore. Coté asiatique, le visage d’Istanbul me parait plus proche de ce que j’avais imaginé. On achète un Doner Baluck (Sandwich de poisson fraîchement pêché et grillé au barbecue) à un gars ayant travaillé cinq ans en Allemagne : mon pauvre allemand est encore un fois mis à rude épreuve.

Repu, on se pose à la terrasse d’un limonadier pendant les heures trop chaudes le temps d’écrire des cartes postales ainsi que les jours en retard de se journal. Plus on s’approche de l’Inde et plus les boissons goût chimiques sont courantes, celle-ci est particulièrement imbuvable ! Tester, n’est pas approuver !

En fin d’après-midi et sous une température redevenue raisonnable, nous continuons notre route vers le sud. Nous stoppons de nuit dans une station service peut après Izmit : les gens y sont très accueillant et nous offres les sanitaires, station de gonflage et lavage de la voiture. Avant de me coucher déjà bien fatigué, ils nous invitent à prendre le café avec eux et échanger nos cultures et quelques mots de turc.

Jeudi 31 Au réveil, c’est au tour de la patronne de nous offrir le petit déjeuné ainsi que le dîner ! Une offre si généreuse ne se refuse pas et nous partageons donc leurs vies le temps d’une matinée. On s’arrête à Bursa et Izmir le soir.

Vendredi 01 Août Nous reprenons la route en début d’après-midi pour venir se baigner dans une station balnéaire très touristique de la mer égée. Cette baignade rafraîchissante est la bienvenue : il faut dire que la chaleur étouffante ne permet pas grand nombre d’activité.

Nous campons non loin d’Effese : la capital en ruine de l’orient antique. Elle eu jusqu’à 250000 habitant lors de sont apogée et abritait le, dit on, fabuleux temple d’artémise : l’une des sept merveilles du monde antique.

Samedi 02

Nous visitons le site dans la matinée. La densité de touriste et surtout de leurs guide est telle que l’on peut sans problème visiter les monuments dans l’ordre que l’on désire et en zappant de guide en guide, faite le ils ne se valent pas tous…

Après un copieux repas, nous reprenons notre folle course en direction de la Cappadoce pour s’arrêter après 800km dans une station service complètement perdue au beau milieu des champs de cultures de l’Anatolie centrale. Les paysages traversés sont vraiment magnifiques, et même si la route fut longue, nul ne c’est lassé de cette contemplation comme on tourne les pages d’un livre de photo.

Dimanche 03 Nous arrivons finalement en Cappadoce, cette terre mentionnée dans la bible pour ses gigantesques habitations troglodytes. Effectivement, le décors tranche avec tous se que l’on eu l’occasion de traverser auparavant : les montagnes de tuf, cette pierre blanche et très tendre, sont toute creusées de l’extérieur pas l’érosion et de l’intérieur par la main de l’homme. Les habitations troglodytes étaient des habitations temporaires et s’étendait visiblement sur une dizaine de kilomètre. Seul quelques parties ont été dégagées que nous pouvons ainsi visiter.

Ce décor est dominé par le Kale, sorte de château fort taillé dans le mont le plus élevé du coin et d’où le panorama vau le détour.

Ne vous attachez pas trop à la vie, vous n’en sortirez pas vivant...

KR Kroc ·2003-11-28

Lundi 04

Visite de la vallée d’Ilhara… C’est vrais que l’ensemble est assez surprenant : un canyon grouillant d’une végétation dense et aux parois sculptées de quelques églises au beau milieu d’un paysage pour le moins aride. Mais passé les premiers instants de découvertes, nous n’accrochons pas plus.

Nous reprenons donc notre route pour la Syrie dont nous franchissons la frontière de nuit avant de faire la connaissance des trois gars bien sympas qui s’occupaient de la station service où nous nous arrêterons.

Mardi 05 Au réveil, un des gars de la station nous offre un plateau de figues fraîches. Elle sont vraiment excellentes mais je craint un peut pour notre digestion : elle ne sont pas lavé et on boit de l’eau du robinet. Si on l’a toujours fait jusqu'à présent, on devient méfiant ici, même si ce n’est pas toujours facile de refuser un verre d’eau généreusement tendue en plein désert.

Arrivé à Alep, la capital du nord de Syrie on continu les chalenges digestif car on mange dans un boui-boui du souk des chiches-kebabs et surtout des mesés de légume frais. On nous propose une carafe d’eau, mais nous préférons un cola local.

L’ambiance du souk est vraiment magique, j’adore cet endroit qui n’a vraiment rien à voir avec les bazars Turques…

Le temps de se trouver un hôtel pour routard et nous reprenons notre marche déambulatoire dans la ville. Nous passons le reste de l’après-midi en compagnie d’un groupe de vendeur et leurs fils. La rencontre s’arrête au moment de l’appel à la prière. Il est déjà tard, je vais m’acheter un narguilé, c’est le pays le moins chère (ou le plus pauvre) que l’on traversera. Je rencontre un étudiant d’Istanbul venant lui aussi acheter un stock de narguilé en Syrie pour leurs prix attractifs. (Oh ça sens le trafique J )

Mercredi 06

Début de matinée tranquille sur la terrasse de l’hôtel. On se lève tard, petit déj., lessive, écriture du carnet et la matinée nous file entre les doits. Nous visitons ensuite la citadelle surplombant Alep. Contrairement à la Turquie, les tarifs étudiants sont vraiment intéressant : 15 fois moins chère sur un prix déjà pas très élevé ! La citadelle offre un beau panorama sur la ville mais pas grand chose de plus. Elle est en rénovation, alors dans cinq ans peut être…

Nous passons dire un au revoir aux vendeurs de la veille avant de faire quelques courses et un bon restaurant le soir.

Jeudi 07

Nous quittons Alep pour visiter les ruines d’une ville morte nommée Sergila. Le gardien s’ennuie ferme et nous offre le thé.

On file ensuite sur Hama pour la soirée où l’on trouve un restaurant sympas à coté des fameuses Novia, ces grandes roues servant au pompage de l’eau pour l’irrigation des champs. Nous testons ensuite un Hammam.

Vendredi 08

Après une nuit sur la route entre Hama et Homs, nous nous dirigeons vers Palmyre, la cité des palmiers. Un oasis qui tenait jadis sa richesse des taxes sur les caravanes de marchant. Vers midi, nous sommes à penne arrivée qu’une bande d’enfant nous saute dessus alors que l’on mange tranquillement sur le trottoir…

Les ruines de l’antique cité sont très impressionnantes laissant imaginer les richesses d’autrefois. On en profite pour faire un petit tour de chameau et on se balade dans la nouvelle ville le soir.

Samedi 09

Nous nous décidons pour partir visiter « Qasr Al Heir Al Charqi » une forteresse en ruine à 120 km de Palmyre en plein désert. On galère un peut pour sortir de la ville, mais une fois partis, nous la trouvons plutôt facilement. C’est assez impressionnant car après 40km sur une petite route en plein désert nous découvrons cette forteresse qui se dresse au milieu de nulle part et qui semble défier le désert. Nous sommes les seuls touristes de la journée. C’est tranquille, on sort le réchaud pour manger en plein milieu des ruines ensablées.

Le soir, de retour sur Palmyre, nous assistons au coucher de soleil sur les montagnes du haut de la citadelle de feu la reine Zenobie. Si le spectacle est saisissant, les légendes envoûtants se lieu le sont tout autant. Mais qu’importe les légendes du passé, car ce soir un groupe d’étudiant fraîchement diplômé ont décidés d’improviser une gigue dans le donjon le plus haut.

Ensuite, et après un petit plongeon dans les eaux sulfureuses d’une piscine d’un resto, nous y dégustons le succulent repas annoncé par nos guides. On discute une bonne partie de la soirée avec un groupe de quatre espagnoles en grosse galère : ils sont coincé à Palmyre avec toute leurs affaires à Homs…

Dimanche 10

Nous partons pour Damas, la capitale. Une petite marche dans la ville et on s’arrête à la terrasse d’un bar : on est complètement crevé.

On finis par se levé pour visiter la mosquée des Omeyades, l’une des plus grandes, où l’on reste pour une petite sieste réparatrice…

Lundi 11

Après une nuit un peut à l’écart dans la banlieue de Damas, nous continuons notre visite avec le palais de Azen le matin où l’on profite du guide d’un groupe de français qui tombe à pic. On déambule aussi dans le souk et le très beau quartier Arménien du nord de la ville, mais de Damas nous n’aurons pas vue grands chose qui nous ais véritablement séduit.

C’est avec se léger sentiment que nous continuons notre route sur Beyrouth au Liban. Sitôt traversé la frontière, on peut voir : distributeur de billet, McDo et Coca Cola ! Tous introuvable avant. Nous passons la nuit dans un terrain vague non loin du centre ville.

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Mardi 12 On visite un peut le centre puis on rencontre Ziad un ancien amis de GiJoe qui vivais encore en France il y a quelques années. Il nous invite chez lui un peut à l’écart de Beyrouth en plein cœur d’une communauté maronite. Le village se nome Achkout, il nous offre toute sont hospitalité pour quelques jours. En fait pour toute la durer de notre séjour ici.

Mercredi 13 On fait connaissance avec toute la famille et plus encore. On (re)raconte notre périple avant de passer la fin d’après midi et la soirée en compagnie de quatre jeunes filles libanaises. On se balade au festival du bourg : c’est un mélange entre un marché, concert et fêtes foraine.

Jeudi 14 On ne c’était pas donné rendez-vous, et pourtant, C’est bien une autre connaissance de GiJoe, Julien, qui est venu passer deux semaines de vacances ici ! L’après midi s’évapore en sa compagnie ainsi que joseph et ses voisins, au rythme des sirops de mure et des narguilés : deux spécialités local.

Le soir nous faisons la connaissance de quatre scouts et de deux handicapés don ils s’occupent. Eh oui, les voyages sont accessibles à tous de nos jours, et c’est tant mieux !

Vendredi 15

Avec Andrée, la sœur de Ziad, et ses deux fils, nous passons la journée à visiter quelques sites touristiques du sud du Liban. (Tyre, une forteresse maritime et terrestre) Je suis atterré lorsque l’on m’explique qu’ici, les minarets des mosquées vomissent sur la ville leurs idées politiques après les traditionnelles prières.

Nous rencontrons un couple Belge en vacance en passant souhaiter un joyeux anniversaire à une compagne de bureau d’Andrée.

Le soir, on va rejoindre les filles rencontrées mercredi dernier pour assister à un concert du festival de Rayfoun. On danse un peut ce qui nous donne droit à une démonstration de danse du ventre improvisé.

Samedi 16 En voulant acheter une bouteille d’eau, je rencontre une dame avec qui j’ai dansé la veille. Elle nous invite à boire un coup et manger un peu. Entre temps un vieux arrive à la boutique, on parle encore de notre voyage. Finalement il nous emmène visiter la maison du patriarche : le temps de dix minutes nous assure le vieux ! 2h30 plus tard nous rentrons après un petit détour par un palais en construction. Je ne savais pas que l’on en construisait encore de nos jours… En tout cas c’est magnifique.

Après se léger contre temps, on passe dire bonjours à Mireille au couvent avant de partir passer le week-end au nord dans la villa d’Andrée. Oui mais voilà, on discute, on prend un narguilé avec de nouvelle connaissance et nous quittons le couvent vers 4h30. Nous passerons par la forêt des cèdres du Liban un autre jour.

En chemin, on s’égard un peut, rien de grave, dans Tripolis. Il faut dire que les rarissimes panneaux parfois uniquement en arabe sont bien mal placés.

Le soir nous avons droit à un bon repas typiquement Libannais et fait maison, en compagnie d’un couple de libanais vivant en France et des voisins d’Andrée.

Dimanche 17

On se lève tard, on aide Ziad qui traite les oliviers et nous explique différents trucs sur la cueillette et les pressoirs pour produire l’huile. Il fait aussi du savon avec l’huile de moins bonne qualité.

Un petit repas « frugal » et on sort de table autour de 16h. Devant la chaleur, quelques plongeons s’imposent, autant en profiter en peut ! Et nous voilà enfin partis pour voir ces fameux cèdres. On assiste au coucher de soleil sur le site.

Lundi 18 à vendredi 22

Les journées s’enchaîne et nous somme tous les jours invités dans une maison ou une autre par des amis d’amis…

En accélérer : petit Déjeuné chez le père Abdou. Après midi tranquille avec Julien et Joseph. Soirée d’au revoir pour Julien chez Jacques et discussion politique. Soirée chez Blanche. Bataille d’eau avec Vanessa, la nièce de Ziad, et visite de la Grotte de Jeita avec elle. Ritta passe nous prendre pour une soirée dans un resto sympa, un narguilé chacun : on rigole pas avec l’experte ! Un glacier arrive à mettre six boules sur un cornet simple : il fallait me voir avec mon truc impossible à manger… Ce n’est pas grave, on va voir notre Dame du Liban à Harrissa, elle ne soulage pas l’indigestion mais l’ambiance et la vue valaient bien le détours. Journée piscine de luxe avec sonna, bain turcs qui n’ont rien avoir avec ceux de Syrie, mais c’est sympa quand même. Début de soirée chez Jacques avant d’aller se faire refuser l’entré au Buddha-Bar, un coin branché de la capitale, pour finalement atterrir dans un autre resto en musique.

Petit Déjeuné chez Janette, la tante d’Assunta. (Là je suis complètement paumé entre les tantes beau frère et cousine, disons tous simplement qu’ils ont tous un liens de parenté ;-) ). Les manouchés qu’elle nous donne sont différents, car s’il y a toujours les classiques au thym, elle nous en propose au fromage tomate et semoule. Fin de journée chez Jacques.

Samedi 23 à Mardi 26

Retour en France ! 4100km en 4 jours. Jour 1 : Liban, Syrie et 400km en Turquie. Jour 2 : Toutes la Turquie, on dort en Grèce. Jour 3 : Grèce, et en arrivant le soir à Igouminesta avec 24h d’avance, nous parvenons quand même à embarquer pour l’Italie. Jour 4 : Réveil dans le port de Brindisi, On traverse toute l’Italie dans le sens de la longueur sous toute les météos (soleil, pluie, bouchons…) On arrive à Lyon vers 1h20 sans trop de fatigue : on a bien gérer nos ressources. (Tranche de 2h de conduite le matin et 1h20 en fin de journé)

Il nous reste plus qu’à nettoyer la voiture et préparer la prochaine fois.

Fin

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RichardXI 19 hours ago

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Calisson94 2 days ago

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Fabhyène 2 days ago · Gaura

3 weeks in Laos, at a relaxed pace

This trip was in 2023, but when I wanted to write my travel journal, VF was still closed to contributions... Now that I’ve just finished my Japan travel journal here, I figured it was high time to pay tribute to this destination we fell in love with.

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 get her revenge. The upside for you, readers, is that you can sneak away at any time without offending Aunt Nicole. I won’t even notice!

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With that introduction out of the way, let’s dive into the heart of the matter. To be continued: Slowing down the pace... in Luang Prabang

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Caroki 2 days ago

Three weeks in Albania with two older teens

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!

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Attila 2 days ago · ReneVoyageur

Albania in Autumn Colors

A new work assignment means our vacation dates can't stay the same.

We had planned to go to the Canary Islands, but flight prices are skyrocketing with this new holiday schedule.

So, I’m looking for an alternative to Gran Canaria and El Hierro and found two round-trip flights with Wizz Air to Tirana.

398 €, including baggage and seats—perfect!

Plus, the departure and return times are great, which is pretty rare for a low-cost flight!

All that’s left is to rent a car, plan the route, and book accommodations.

With two weeks, we’ll have to make some choices!

Here’s the final itinerary: Shkodra (2 nights), Valbonë (3 nights), Tirana (1 night), Lake Ohrid (1 night), Korçë (1 night), Përmet (1 night), Gjirokastër (1 night), Himarë (2 nights), Berat (2 nights), and Krujë (1 night).

A mix of countryside and small towns, a bit of the Mediterranean, and some mountains!

Late October isn’t the best season, so let’s keep our fingers crossed for the rest...

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6cha38 3 days ago

Our family trip from Denver to Yellowstone – a recap

Hi there,

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.

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Fabhyène 3 days ago

Draw Me Your Japan...

Hi there!

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 dot 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 colorful mix of tourists, pilgrims (thanks to the nearby Asakusa 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 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, the Nishiki Market:

To be continued...

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Attila 5 days ago

Storm in the Canary Islands

15 days across Gran Canaria, El Hierro, and a dash of Tenerife under the storm Thérèse!

The planned itinerary will be slightly disrupted...

(The version without discussions is here)

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Bibouns51 7 days ago

Off on a winter adventure in the American West!

Day 1 – February 14

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?

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Montagnard74 7 days ago

CAPE VERDE 2025: 3 weeks, 4 islands.

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!)

São 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!

It starts here:

https://voyageforum.com/v.f?post=10790234;a=10790234

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Songsam last week

Far from the daily grind*

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.

* train ** interiors or exteriors

All aboard!

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Jojoone1 last week

From the Awakening to Travel to Morocco in the 90s

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?*

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Elis last week · Djalma

9-Day Trek in the Balkans

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." 😉

To be continued... 😉

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DrCarter last week · Djackx67

Two-week family trip to Colombia in August with 8-year-olds

Hi everyone,

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.

If you have any questions, don’t hesitate!

Antoine

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Holigirl last week · Solene40

South Africa in safari mode: February/March 2026

Hi everyone,

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.

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Gaura last week · Fabhyène

Visiting Bologna in Photos

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.

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Muriel18 last week · Montagnard74

Two weeks under the Puglia sun

After a pretty disastrous weather-wise trip to Gran Canaria, we're hoping this time the sun will be out in Puglia. It’s not looking great since the weather isn’t great across Europe at the start of May.

Saturday, May 16: This time we’re flying from Charleroi (Brussels South): the ticket prices, flight schedules, and proximity all worked for us. The airport (Ryanair) was recently redone... but it’s not very well organized—there are very few seats in the boarding areas, and... the restrooms are pay-to-use!!! The flight goes smoothly, though, and we land in Bari with a slight delay.

We quickly pick up our rental car, a very locally styled Pandina (even more so than the Fiat 500 in this region), and hit the Italian (high)ways... and their unique driving quirks (notably, the countless road signs in towns and along roads seem to be purely decorative 😏, and 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 left us a ton of info via messages and even turned on the space heater, which is a nice touch. We check out 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 with the inland areas. 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 free parking 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.

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Muriel18 last week

Gran Canaria... a trip that wasn't exactly thrilling

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.

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Jcpo last week · AlineP

A Week in Lanzarote in Late September

Lanzarote Travel Journal

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.

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Jojoone1 last week · Songsam

All Over Thailand

You can post your personal photos in the following thread: https://voyageforum.com/forum/quelque-part-en-thailande-d10655574/

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.

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Puma2A 2 weeks ago

In MIKUMI and SELOUS, Southern Tanzania (June 2024)

Hi everyone,

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... 😉

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Olive842 2 weeks ago

From Avignon to Casamance Without Flying

Hi there,

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

Happy reading, and safe travels!

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Sinforosa 3 weeks ago

Back in Tunisia (live account)

Hi there,

On this forum, I shared my first trip to Tunisia from mid-February to early March (https://voyageforum.com/forum/impressions-tunisiennes-en-direct-d11460662/), a stay I enjoyed so much that six weeks later, I’m back in Tunisia for a full 15 days (I return on April 27).

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.

TO BE CONTINUED....

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Amnesix77 3 weeks ago · Sandrita24

Andalusia with family (and two families) by car, late April 2019

Hi everyone,

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.

More details and photos to come soon!

Laurent

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Fabhyène 4 weeks ago · Sinforosa

She Sees Giants Everywhere! (Ducasse of Ath, Belgium, August 2018)

Sometimes fantasy and a change of scenery are right near home! I love exploring the four corners of the planet, but there can also be a whole world just a little farther than the end of your street—or even the tip of your nose! So I’ll share with you in pictures the beautiful kermesse of Ath, which we only discovered last August, even though we’re neighbors (we live in Lille).

I could have subtitled this travel journal: "Ferme eut’bouc tin nez va quer eud’dans"; it’s an expression in Picard language, literally “Close your mouth or your nose will fall in,” said to someone who’s amazed—and amazed I was!!!

Ooooooooh, giants! Oh, how I love them! In the North, we have lots of these giants, like Reuze Papa and Reuze Maman in Cassel, or Gayant, Marie, and their children Binbin, Jacquot, and Fillon in Douai, and many more.

Huh? What? You don’t know what a Géant du Nord is?

Well, it’s a benevolent hero, a legendary figure, a protector, a symbol tied to a city that parades through it, walking and dancing during carnival or the local festival. The tradition is said to have originated in Portugal in the 13th century (at least that’s where we have the first records), then we see them in the Netherlands starting in the 15th century. In the North, the oldest are Gayant and Marie of Douai (16th century), but many new ones have appeared since the 1980s with the revival of carnivals. In practice, it’s a large character (or animal figure) several meters tall; the structure is made of wicker, the body is often papier-mâché, but the head can be wood, as in Ath (lime wood), and the clothes and accessories are made of fabric, leather, and wood. The flared robe (for both male and female giants) allows one or more carriers to slip underneath to move it using only their arms, shoulders, and legs—and even make it dance! There are over 1,500 giants in Belgium and 450 in Hauts-de-France, mostly in the Nord and Pas-de-Calais departments.

In Ath, there are giants—LOTS of them! I’ve never seen so many at once. And each one is carried by only one man at a time (except for Bayard, you’ll see why later), even though the structure weighs over 100 kilos—so the carriers take turns quickly! The Ducasse of Ath and its giants have been inscribed on the UNESCO Intangible Cultural Heritage list since 2008, as part of the "Processional Giants and Dragons of Belgium and France."

What’s more, the Ducasse of Ath is remarkable for its age and local roots; a procession was first mentioned in 1399, and today the many musical groups are still local (Ath and surrounding towns). The event is extremely popular: a good part of the population is there, all generations mixed together. Everyone knows the groups, floats, and giants, and each has their favorite! Originally, religious groups paraded, illustrating episodes from the Bible or the Golden Legend. Gradually, the parade became secular and kept evolving by adding new giants, historical figures, or allegories linked to local history (Ath, Belgian Hainaut, Belgium).

Finally, the beautiful floats are all pulled by magnificent draft horses, and that’s extraordinary! The town council itself rides in fine carriages that close the parade.

To wrap up this long introduction, know that the Ducasse of Ath lasts several days, but the highlight is the highly codified procession that takes place on the 4th Sunday of August (actually, the procession passes twice, once in the morning and once in the afternoon).

So, let’s go!

On this Sunday, August 26th, we’re in Ath in the early afternoon to see the procession. What a popular enthusiasm! Everyone is wearing the city’s colors (purple, yellow, and white), often with a twisted fabric necklace. Everyone is happy, smiling, from the giggling toddler to the sprightly centenarian sipping beer with her rosy-cheeked cousin and the pretty freckled blonde niece. People call out to each other, laugh, hum, and congratulate each other all around.

People start positioning themselves at strategic spots along the route—wider areas where the giants stop to perform a dance to the tunes of the brass bands accompanying them. And there are brass bands—at least one per giant and float!

The wait passes quickly in this joyful atmosphere. Suddenly, the music grows louder, and here comes the first giant at last! It’s the "two-headed eagle," with a child (a real one) sitting safely on a little chair.

Present in the procession since the late 17th century, it originally had only one head (normal, right?) and accompanied the tailors’ guild. It gained a second head during the royal visit of 1854 (go figure why!). It’s 3.30 meters tall and weighs 115 kilos (without the child). All the men you see in white are carriers taking turns. Its dance consists of spinning the bird around—you’d think that little kid up there must be getting dizzy!

Next is the "Neapolitan fishermen’s boat." It’s a magnificent float representing a ship, with handsome sailors clinging to its rigging. This float first appeared in the parade in 1856.

It’s followed by a human giant on stilts: "Saint Christopher of Flobecq," holding a flowered staff and carrying Christ on his shoulders (this time, not a real child!). It appeared in the 19th century, then disappeared from the procession before being reintroduced in 1976.

Now here come the "Blues," dressed in French uniforms. This group is the heir of the former cannon-arquebusier company, and they punctuate their parade with gun salutes!

To be continued: the giant Samson!

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Mathews 4 weeks ago · Voyajou

A Brief A to Z of Peru

Foreword This text has been proofread many times. Sorry if some points in this A to Z have already been covered on this forum. Text and drawings by the author.

Peru is still a very vast country, with so much to see, and obviously this text can't list all the attractions of the country.

*Abiseo (River) A national park that's very hard to access and doesn’t seem open to visitors. Includes the Gran Pajaten site (see below). Personally, it really sparks my imagination (not visited personally)

*Aguas Calientes the town next to Machu Picchu, more precisely below the archaeological site. As far as I know, you can only get there by train. Reminds me of the market where stalls line both sides of the tracks near Bangkok. I love it

*Altiplano: somewhere the "heart" of the Andes. I was able to trek across it on foot, starting from Caracollo in Bolivia, and of course, it’s vast plains to explore. This is where people live in a very rural way. Andean populations are quite austere compared to those in the lowlands or on the coast. You really have to appreciate the harshness of life to live there. Life is anything but superficial. I set a compass heading and found myself walking west toward the expanse of water near a place called La Joya. For pitching the tent, the nights were still chilly

*Canyon del Colca One of the deepest canyons in the world. Personally, I hiked down and back up on foot. The toughest stretch I’ve ever covered in my life.

*Ceviche More or less the national dish. A marinade of fish, shellfish, and lime. But you can find it in some restaurants in Europe, France, and certainly in Belgium or Switzerland. In the small restaurants of Pisco, you can eat excellent ceviche

*Cerro Sechín: Mostly bas-reliefs. A site little known to travelers in the Casma province. The first vestiges of a pre-Inca civilization with iconography similar to that of Chavín (not visited personally)

*Chan Chan A large city of the Chimú civilization and relatively vast to visit. You can see adobe walls with bas-reliefs. Visit from Trujillo, take a colectivo. Plan for the whole day

*Charango: a small guitar widely used in Andean music

*Chauchilla A necropolis near Nazca where you can see mummies exposed on the ground. YouTubers can do paranormal experiments there. And for anyone wondering about the fate of the soul and body after death, here’s the answer: the body remains after death. You can imagine your own flesh and body exposed to the winds of the Pampa and before eternity... (not visited personally)

*Chavín de Huántar (Lanzón) The site’s appeal lies in its mountainous surroundings, the Lanzón stela, and the sculpted heads on the façades. What few people know is that the Chavín civilization began its expansion centuries before the Incas. Unfortunately, you can’t get too close to see the Lanzón—the day I was there, it was protected by grilles. To get there: minibus from Huaraz or trek from Olleros. Then cross a high pass (over 5,000m). If you do it solo on foot, be careful—the path isn’t obvious from Olleros

*Chullpa: funerary tower, notably at Sillustani in the Lake Titicaca region

*Chimú: pre-Inca civilization whose center was Chan Chan.

*Chola/Cholitas (Bolivia): typical clothing style of women from the Andean plateaus

*Chompa: pronounce it *Chompaaa!* A common term for a wool sweater with vicuña patterns, often knitted from alpaca wool. If you dress like this, it’s a bit kitschy around the edges

*Cuy That one isn’t a guinea pig like in Guyana but an actual guinea pig. During a trip to Peru, I was hiking near a village north of Quillabamba (the terminus of the train line that passes through Aguas Calientes), and I was invited to stay in a house. The family raised a few of these pets. Apparently, the locals eat them. Since I’m not much of a meat-eater, it doesn’t really tempt me. How about you?

*Pacific Coast or how to talk about a place you haven’t visited? Except for the coast near Pisco and San Andrés, I haven’t visited any coastal cities. But that doesn’t mean these places lack interest or poetry. For fans of clichéd images, pelicans, seabirds, and fishing boats appear by the sea.

*Gran Pajaten: also closed to the public. Features anthropomorphic bas-reliefs. (not visited personally)

*Huaca. Visit the Huaca del Sol and Huaca de la Luna, especially near Trujillo. However, you can skip them—Chan Chan is still more interesting. Don’t forget to spend time visiting Chan Chan

*Huacachina A small oasis in the desert near Ica. Yes, we’re talking about an oasis because for those who’ve never traveled to Peru, the coastal strip along the Pacific is almost entirely desert, from north to south. Peru is territorially made up of three different regions: the desert coast, the Altiplano stretching north to south with mountain ranges (the Cordilleras), and the Amazon basin to the east. (not visited personally)

*Inca Kola It’s neither Coca-Cola nor Pepsi but a unique cola with a slightly orange color. Tastes like bubble gum

*Intiwatana: a carved rock shaped like a parallelepiped. Is it a sundial?

*Ballestas Islands: a highlight in Peru, though very touristy. You can only get there by boat from the port of San Andrés, a few kilometers from Pisco. It’s a surreal place to me—actually islets with cavities where sea lions and fur seals live. Since it’s a protected area, you’re not allowed to disembark. Guano is harvested there, which can be used as fertilizer.

*Kuelap: a fortress built by the Chachapoyas people. Rarely visited by travelers. (not visited personally)

*Larco Museum: an iconic museum in Lima with a large collection of pieces from archaeological and pre-Columbian sites. From what I remember, it has many pieces from the Moche civilization. As for the Moche statuettes, the prudish might look away. Probably a veneration of the god Priapus without knowing it.

*Nazca Lines Discovered by German archaeologist Maria Reiche, they stretch for kilometers. The designs in the desert around Nazca depict animals and cabalistic signs. The question I ask myself is why the creators of these lines represented a monkey and a hummingbird—species endemic to the tropical forest, not the desert plains around Nazca.

*Machu Picchu: means "old mountain" in Quechua. There’s also Wayna Picchu. The ruins of the site emerge from a sort of small plateau above Aguas Calientes. When the mist rises above the site and the bend of the Urubamba River, it’s truly magical... Also the starting point of the Inca Trail.

*Coca tea A decoction/infusion of the coca plant, meant to ease altitude sickness or *soroche*

*Chullo A rough translation would be a Peruvian wool hat.

*Moche: a civilization established in the Moche Valley, hence the term *Mochica*. What characterizes this civilization are the distinctive clay pieces representing faces and erotic statuettes

*Papa a la Huancaína A local potato dish

*Pisac: a typical market near Cusco

*Pisco Sour: perhaps the Peruvian equivalent of the *caipirinha* you drink in Brazil.

*Puya Raimondii A Bromeliaceae that still looks like a cactus, endemic to the Altiplano

*Quechua The language spoken by the indigenous people of the high plateaus (as well as Aymara in Bolivia)

*Quipu A knotted string used for counting. Widely used by the Inca administration.

*Sacsayhuamán (Q’enqo, Inca Bath) From Cusco’s Plaza de Armas, take the streets that climb above the city. Sacsayhuamán is called a fortress and is made up of large stone blocks. You wonder how the Incas could cut such huge blocks to assemble them—just like some streets in Cusco. The Q’enqo block is enigmatic; no one really knows what it represents.

*Savia Andina An Andean folk group.

*Tambo (=> Ollantaytambo) The Inca emperor (Atahualpa, Manco Capac) had the mission of controlling a vast empire. An empire that was still very extensive. Hence the importance of these *tambos* or relay stations. Napoleon created the civil code; the Incas invented the *tambos* and *quipus*.

*Tawantinsuyu: the Inca Empire

*Tinku: a warrior dance practiced mainly in Bolivia

*Golden Tumi: a sacrificial weapon. Often featured in Peru travel guides. See illustration

*Terra X: a documentary series from the German TV channel that aired on Arte. Some episodes focused on pre-Inca and Inca Peru. I must have some old recording tapes. In memory of Gottfried Kirchner as a source of inspiration.

*Uros: I checked—it actually refers to the people who live on these floating islands. Even if it’s touristy, it’s a must-visit because it’s incredible how people can live on islets made from nothing. Take the boat from Puno

*Vicuña, llama, guanaco: camelids characteristic of the Altiplano

*Wayna Picchu The young Picchu mountain. In the first minutes of *Aguirre, the Wrath of God*, you see Klaus Kinski—well, Aguirre—making his way along the Inca Trail. Werner Herzog must have broken his back filming those sequences.

*Zampoña: pan flute

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Viovio2 4 weeks ago · Jeeaan

15-day itinerary in southern Morocco

Last October, we landed in Marrakech to spend a few days with family exploring Morocco’s roads. Transport: a rented Dacia. Accommodations: small guesthouses.

Our first stop was just a few kilometers from Marrakech, at a lovely house perfect for relaxing and recharging before continuing. It’s called Bleu House, a little paradise on the outskirts of Marrakech. The welcome was very warm, with a beautiful pool and a lovely garden.

Next, we headed toward the Tichka Pass. The road has really improved in recent years—it’s much easier to drive now. No more getting stuck behind trucks, and today, the construction is practically finished.

Morocco has turned green after the recent rains. It’s a joy for the herds and shepherds.

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Olap 4 weeks ago · Ylangylang

9 days in Sardinia by bike

Leaving on Sunday, September 28, 2025, from Montpellier: I’m taking the train with my bike and panniers to Nice for the evening ferry departure to Porto Torres in Sardinia. Nice is gorgeous.

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