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Fraise2

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2005-06-15

Je suis FRAISE et tout d’abord, je tiens à remercier ceux qui m’ont aidé à préparer notre voyage (il y a fort longtemps déjà), car sans aide nous n’aurions pas pu prévoir un tel programme aussi sympa, c’est certain, donc encore merci à eux tous et toutes.

Aussi, c’est avec plaisir qu’à mon tour, je peux donner des infos à ceux qui le souhaitent (à la hauteur de mon humble expérience bien sûr…), donc si vous avez des questions ?

Le 1er conseil que je peux donner est de ne pas trop prévoir d’îles, car sinon l’on passe son temps dans les transferts, minimum 3 jours par îles et encore. Bien que nous avions minutieusement et longuement préparé le programme sur chaque île (donc peu de perte de temps), le rythme a été toutefois soutenu, alors mieux vaut éviter de courir partout……et surtout, surtout ne pas de contenter de rester dans l’hôtel, même s’il paraît fabuleux, il y a tellement de choses à voir à côté, c’est là qu’est tout le charme de ces îles, c’est là que la magie commence, ces paysages sauvages, bruts de toute construction, cette végétation, les villageois….bien souvent l’intérieur de l’île recèle de trésors, alors passez à côté quel dommage…..

Nous sommes revenus depuis un petit moment et nous pensons encore tous les jours à la Polynésie, nostalgie, nostalgie, bien que nous n’ayons pas eu de chance du tout avec la météo : le maraaou (vent violent) s'est levé pour 11 jours consécutifs et de la pluie (notamment une journée entière à Bora et un déluge à Nuku Hiva au point d’être bloqués dans la vallée d'Hatiheu et rapatriés par l’Aranui trempés jusqu’aux os), nous avons, hélas, vu plein d'arc-en-ciel mais juste 1 seul et unique couché de soleil à Mooréa le 1er jour (car très souvent nuageux en fin d’après-midi), la vraie « pouasse » quoi ! C’est exceptionnel à cette époque…. Bref périple bien mouvementé et assez loin du soleil et des bleus du lagon idyllique que l’on s’imagine avant de partir….mais malgré tout cela, nous sommes enchantés par ces îles, plus particulièrement par Huahiné et surtout Les Marquises.

Nous avons gardé le moral, grâce à la gentillesse des gens (une réalité), à l’accueil dans les pensions, à la beauté des paysages (même sous un ciel plutôt gris par moment) car tout ne se concentre pas sur le lagon, fort heureusement….ces montagnes, ces endroits sauvages, cette végétation, ces odeurs, ces petits villages si typiques, les chiens, les coqs, les margouillats, les chants, les danses, le sourire et l’éternelle bonne humeur des Polynésiens, le poisson cru au lait de coco, la hinano, les perles, les fleurs, les succulents ananas de Mooréa et les pamplemousses sucrés des Marquises, les chèvres, les cochons sauvages, les chevaux, LA NATURE….un dépaysement total (particulièrement aux Marquises), une vrai découverte, à la hauteur de ce que l’on en attendait.

Les quelques jours de beau temps (plutôt d’éclaircies) que nous avons pu avoir, nous ont permis quand même de profiter du lagon : un émerveillement. A ne pas rater, masque et tuba, le top pour les poissons, un enchantement sans cesse renouvelé, ce que les plongeurs doivent découvrir nous laisse rêveur….

Pour les plus courageux (ceux qui ne sont pas fatigués de lire) ou pour ceux que cela peut intéresser (les futurs partants), quelques infos ci-après en résumé (en essayant de faire « court » : fort difficile sur une telle destination) : TAHITI mérite que l’on s’y arrête, surtout sur Tahiti Iti, le tour de l’île se fait rapidement en voiture avec de beaux paysages et plages de sable noir. L’intérieur de l’île (la traversière) est absolument à faire en 4 x 4. Ne pas rater le marché pour le shopping avant le retour et bien sûr manger aux roulottes.

* Nos regrets : ne pas avoir prévu 1 jour de plus sur Tahiti, trop court.

* Pension Damyr : idéal à l’arrivée pour une nuit en transit (juste à côté de l’aéroport avec transfert gratuit).

* Pension Ahitea Lodge : bien au retour (tout proche du centre et des quais, surtout bien moins cher que Tiaré ou Mandarin avec cuisine à disposition). MOOREA malgré sa proximité avec Tahiti, a su garder tout son charme et en dehors d’une partie de la bande côtière (où sont les hôtels) on se retrouve très rapidement plongé dans la magie de ces îles. Ne pas rater la soirée au Tiki village pour les danses polynésiennes (bien que touristique) mais sans le repas, louer un scooter pour faire le tour de l’île, voir le belvédère, le lycée agricole (goûter aux confitures et jus de fruits), les baies de Cook et d’Opunohu (encore plus sauvage), la belle plage du sofitel. Faire du quad en empruntant la route des ananas (un must…). Louer un canoë et se régaler avec le jardin de corail des motus Fareone et Tiahura en face des Tipaniers. Passer la journée et pique-niquer au lagoonarium du Motu Ahi à Afareaitu (notre 1er contact avec les raies et les tortues : génial), etc, etc…

* Nos regrets : aucun car beau temps et réalisation de notre programme (chargé mais top !).

* Les Tipaniers : parfait, magnifique plage, très bonne ambiance, bungalow face au ponton, bon restaurant, supers petits-déjeuners face au lagon, une très bonne adresse. HUAHINE très sauvage, authentique : notre préférée (bien que principalement admirée sous un ciel gris entre 2 éclaircies…alors avec un super soleil, cela doit être fabuleux). Flâner sur les quais de Faré (la gentillesse des villageois réchauffe le coeur), manger le soir aux roulottes sur les quais, faire le tour de l’île en voiture ou en scooter, voir les Maraes et la lagune de Maeva, les anguilles de faie, visiter la ferme Pearlfarm (où l’on peut acheter des perles pour ceux qui ne vont pas aux Tuamotus) se régaler les yeux au belvédère en admirant les baies de Maroe et Bourayne, la côte sauvage de Tefarerii, grimper jusqu’au point de vue panoramique de l’Eden Parc (dur, mais époustouflant). Louer un petit bateau pour faire le tour du lagon de Huahiné Iti (magnifique : snorkeking, plages désertes, motus inhabités) ou soit avec Maraamu Sailing de la pension Mauarii (très bien car pas de Shark Feeding et petite structure avec petit bateau, type très sympa et passionné).

* Nos regrets : avoir été obligés de faire le tour en voiture et non en scooter car trop nombreuses averses et ne pas avoir pu faire le jardin de corail du Sofitel Heiva à cause du fort courant du lagon et enfin ne pas avoir assez profité des couleurs du lagon lors de notre épopée en bateau, écourtée par une averse torrentielle (on n’y voyait pas à 5 m : ballottés par les vagues et planqués sous une bâche de fortune tellement cela tombait…. tout un programme….).

* Motel Vanille : moyen, bungalow Picasso plus que simple (SdB minuscule), restaurant fermé car propriétaires en vacances sans prévenir…..(donc c’est leur fille qui tenait la pension à notre arrivée), est-ce à cause de la météo ou du fait que nous étions seuls à la pension ? sentiment d’abandon et surtout de tiroir caisse : 3 € pour faire des glaçons (même en fournissant l’eau et le plastique !!), 2 € pour réserver un prestataire par téléphone, ventilateur payant, difficile de modifier l’horaire du petit-déjeuner, etc, etc…), donc nous sommes plutôt réservés sur le sujet, par contre d’autres ont aimé, alors à voir… ??

* Restaurant Mauarii : très bon, beau décor. Visiblement bungalows très sympas (particulièrement ceux du jardin) mais n’avons pas expérimenté. BORA-BORA incontournable mais pour le « fun », le jet ski et le mythe. Très beau lagon, mais l’île ressemble à la côte d’Azur Polynésienne avec tous ces hôtels, ces voitures, tous les touristes (japonais et américains en prime), plus du tout cette impression « du bout du monde ». Tout ce passe sur les motus, dans les hôtels sur pilotis et sur le lagon car sur l’île rien d’extraordinaire. Donc y rester très peu de temps mais absolument faire le tour du lagon en pirogue. La seule journée de soleil, nous avions réservé avec Nono : snorkeling merveilleux, excellent pique-nique sur un motu, Shark Feeding (même si c’est à éviter le faire au moins 1 fois : impressionnant), nage avec les raies (super journée bien que très « touristes » quand même et la vente insistante du film en fin de parcours, dommage….).

Confirmation du snorkeling à faire, un peu plus loin de chez Nono, à pied par la plage, à hauteur de l’hôtel Bora-Bora, moments superbes même sous un ciel très tristouné.

Avons renoncé à passer un moment au Méridien vu la météo.

* Nos regrets : avoir raté les raies mantas (eau trouble à cause du courant), avoir fait le tour de l’île en vélo au lieu de monter en 4 x 4 (pour admirer le lagon des hauteurs) à cause de la pluie et du paysage bouché. Avoir manqué le lendemain, Maupiti à cause du ciel gris et surtout de l’état de la mer (encore le maraaou) bonjour le mal de mer……. Donc encore du vélo et les boutiques de Vaitapé…. (on va dire moins authentique, n’est ce pas), réel regret pour Maupiti…..

* Pension Nono : idéal pour les « petites bourses » car cuisine à disposition, très pratique vu les prix sur Bora, superbe plage Matira : le bungalow rond directement sur la plage : le top, les pieds dans l’eau ! excellent souvenir, bon accueil et coin très sympa. Petits déjeuners supers copieux chez la mamie au snack d’à côté directement sur la plage.

* Restaurant Bloody Mary’s : très beau décor, toutefois un peu « surfait » quand aux plats, mais à faire un soir de cafard pour se remonter le moral après une journée passée pratiquement sous la pluie….. RANGIROA une autre facette de la Polynésie avec ces anneaux coralliens, la sensation d’immensité, vraiment d’autres paysages, des villages perdus, ces petites églises, encore le bout du monde (mais différemment d’Huahiné). Ne pas hésiter à se promener dans les villages d’Avatoru mais surtout de Tiputa, impression d’être des années en arrière, un régal….une atmosphère tranquille, reposante, un autre temps….malgré un vent fort nous avons pris plaisir à faire du vélo sur cette unique route et les petits chemins de corail.

Rangiroa semble le must pour les plongeurs (soirée passée chez Tuanaké à écouter les récits d’habitués du coin, fort instructif d’ailleurs). Pour les non plongeurs, snorkelings fabuleux notamment à l’aquarium du motu Nuhi Nuhi et sur la plage de l’hôtel Kia Ora, à côté des pilotis, innombrables poissons multicolores à 200 m du bord.

Pour info, le stop marche très bien sur l’île (on retrouve la même gentillesse et spontanéité des gens qu’à Huahiné).

* Nos regrets : c’est sans doute sur cette île qu’ils sont les plus cuisants, à savoir : impossibilité d’aller au lagon bleu et à l’île aux récifs en raison de l’état du lagon (la cause : encore et toujours « le maraaou », même la nuit, ce vent infernal nous a poursuivi en s’engouffrant dans les feuilles de palmiers et de bananiers, un boucan d’enfer). D’avoir raté par 2 fois, le ballet des dauphins à la passe de Tiputa toujours pour la même raison…. Un peu dur au bout d’un moment (et c’est pas fini malheureusement).

Nous avons donc fait encore du vélo ( ....), visité la ferme Gaugins’s Pearl (très bonnes explications) et vente en direct de perles mais non montées (prix corrects) et pris le temps de choisir « LA » perle, achetée chez Taaroa Bijoux (très bonne adresse, bonne écoute et conseils, très beaux bijoux à des prix très corrects et coin Web en plus).

* Pension Tuanaké : bonne adresse et bon accueil. Bungalow simple mais propre et devant le lagon ! Repas pris en commun comme une véritable pension de famille, convivialité assurée et rencontres intéressantes (le 1er soir nous étions 19 à table avec les enfants). N’est pas à faire sur tout un séjour (je pense, c’est certain), mais là correspondant bien au « style » des Tuamotus, vraiment.

Au passage, balade en vélo (à défaut du lagon…) jusqu’à la pension Le Mérou bleu, chère, mais comme sur leur site internet, c'est-à-dire, top au niveau du cadre, à la passe d’Avatoru comme des robinsons, par contre dito Pension Mauarii : nous n’avons pas expérimenté. Autrement la pension Joséphine à la passe Tiputa semble avoir un peu vieillie vu de l’extérieur, chère également juste pour voir les dauphins ?

J’espère n’avoir pas été trop « longue », mais comment réduire à quelques lignes ces fabuleuses îles : IMPOSSIBLE….

Bon vent à ceux qui ont l’énorme chance d’avoir encore tout à découvrir, vous ne serez pas déçus, c'est un voyage qui coûte effectivement très cher, mais inoubliable…..

FR Fraise2 ·2005-06-15

Toujours FRAISE de retour de Polynésie et des Marquises, juste pour les intéressés, suite et fin de notre voyage avec les dernières infos : LES MARQUISES !

Une seule chose : trop court, bien trop court, ces îles demandent du temps, nous n’avons que survolé, juste « goûté »….le plaisir d’être aux Marquises !

Le dépaysement total, une découverte, impression réelle, palpable de ne pas maîtriser les choses, c’est la nature qui décide, pas vous ! Bref, on aime ou on n’aime pas : nous si….. rien à voir avec les lagons, c’est un mélange d’Irlande, du pays basque, de la réunion par moment, c'est vraiment une terre sauvage, "la terre des hommes"….

Les Marquisiens sont aussi gentils que les Polynésiens, ont le sens de l’accueil, c’est un mode de vie tellement différent du notre, on a d’ailleurs du mal à décrire ce que l’on ressent sur place….un seul inconvénient : les moustiques, là-bas difficile de ne pas être piqués même avec toutes les précautions, par contre nous avons échappé aux fameux nonos. NUKU HIVA : la plus sauvage, falaises tombant à pic dans la mer, vallées profondes paraissant inhabitées, chevaux et chèvres sauvages, impression d’isolement, de force de la nature, indéfinissable….pas de route (un peu autour du village d’Taiohae et encore), juste des pistes de terre rouge praticables qu’en 4 x 4. Déjà à l’arrivée 2H30 de trajet pour rejoindre le village mais avec un tel paysage. Cette « capitale » de l’île est plus que pittoresque, un autre monde pour nous….magnifique baie, avec sa cathédrale (ne pas rater la messe : un autre temps), son esplanade et le pae pae Piki véhine, l’animation des quais, la plage de sable noir, les pik-ups, les chevaux, les tatouages des hommes, etc., etc.

A faire : la baie de Hatiheu (une des plus belles des marquises), village plein de charme avec son église en bois, les aiguilles du col d’Aakapa, la baie d’Anaho (le bout du monde, réellement) mais cela se mérite, une bonne heure de marche (pour nous retour sous une pluie diluvienne, trempés…..encore…). Manger chez Yvonne à Hatiheu, nous avons eu la chance d’avoir l’ouverture du four marquisien car l’Aranui était dans la baie, (un peu surpeuplé mais pratique pour être rapatriés quand la route est coupée par les pluies : épisode quelque peu mouvementé, mais unique dans son genre…). Magnifique panorama du col de Teavaitapuhiva, splendide vallée de Taipivai avec paysages somptueux et beaucoup de palmiers….

A ne pas manquer, pour les plus courageux, ballade à pied et pique-nique aux chutes d’Hakaui (5 H de marche A/R), difficile mais quelle récompense, falaises abruptes, impressionnante cascade de 350 m, vallée encaissée complètement isolée, passage de 3 gués, forêt envahissante, grandiose, quoi !

* Nos regrets : avoir raté les sites archéologiques à cause des pluies diluvienne dès 11h du matin le dernier jour (horizon complètement bouché, pont coupé, bref les éléments ont décidé pour nous, c’est tout ! ), n’avoir pas eu le temps d’aller chez les artisans. N’avoir pas pu faire le trajet du retour à l’aéroport en hélicoptère, là pas à cause des intempéries, mais pour une réservation non prise en compte (la seule du programme que je n’ai pas vérifiée par moi-même, un tort…), donc grosse déception car prévenus au dernier moment et sans recours en plus, d’autres touristes ont eu la priorité alors que nous avions réservé plus de 5 mois à l’avance, un comble… bref pas cool du tout.

Et enfin avoir raté les dauphins proches des orques pygmées (comme les dauphins à Rangi, pas chanceux c’est clair….), pour ne pas s’avouer vaincus nous avions donc fait le retour en bateau courageusement (1H30) car mer très agitée, mais rien vu (alors que la veille il y avait une colonie d’au moins 50 à 100).

* Pension Paahmatea Nui ou chez Justin & Julienne à la sortie de Nuku Hiva face à la plage : bon accueil, gens très gentils, bungalow (simple mais très bien tenu) au milieu d’un grand verger (notamment de gros pamplemousses sucrés, citrons verts) et cuisine à disposition, très pratique (roulotte ou supermarket au village pour les courses). Par contre pour info, juste à côté, l’hôtel Nuku Hiva Village a beaucoup vieilli et n’était pas très engageant, restaurant souvent fermé.

* Pour les excursions, un conseil adressez-vous à Jocelyne Henua Enana Tours (c’est une guide qui aime ce qu’elle fait), elle nous avait organisé tout un circuit en 4 x 4 (hélas « amputé » à cause de la météo) et nous a donné beaucoup d’explications très intéressantes. Quand à Etienne (son mari) est un "bon chef de marche" avec la gentillesse en plus, avec lui on se sent en sécurité et on le suivrait partout (c’est avec lui que nous avons effectué notre périple à la cascade ainsi que la balade mouvementée en bateau). Nous avons trouvé la formule très pratique (plutôt que de s’adresser à plusieurs prestataires), nous avions mis au point par internet notre programme (chargé forcément), et grâce à eux (qui ont vraiment tout fait pour nous faciliter les choses) nous aurions passé un super séjour sans cette fichue météo (quelques détails qui font plaisir : ils nous ont accueillis avec d’énormes colliers de fleurs de Tiaré, nous nous sommes littéralement empifrés de langoustes lors de leur invitation…) donc ne pas hésiter à monter le programme de votre choix avec Jocelyne (toujours de bon conseil).

FR Fraise2 ·2005-06-15

- HIVA OA : notre bonbon à miel ! un régal, presque inoubliable, on peut dire que nous avons été gâtés pour la fin (pour une fois, nous avons eu du soleil) et surtout grâce au formidable accueil de Tania à la pension Kanahau à Atuona.

Dépaysement total sur cette île également, paysages somptueux, hameaux au fond de vallées perdues, baies magnifiques, pistes typiques où l’on ne passe qu’en 4 x 4, goélettes et voiliers, végétation tout aussi luxuriante, etc., etc. un ravissement pour les yeux……une telle atmosphère, sérénité…. par contre le village est moins « sauvage » qu’à Nuku-Hiva, sans doute avec l’influence du pèlerinage pour J. Brel et Gauguin

A faire : bien entendu le cimetière et le musée Gauguin avec l’espace Brel à Atuona, la vallée de Puamau (où l’on s’est d’ailleurs baignés : grande plage de sable noir littéralement en fin de piste) avec le site archéologique de Ipona (les plus grands tikis de Polynésie : impressionnants). Parcours en 4 x 4 (conduit par la maman de Tania « Vito » très pittoresque sur des pistes de terre rouge, paysages d’une sauvage beauté, notamment la baie de Nahoe, palmiers, chèvres grimpant aux rochers, chevaux, végétation exubérante, fruits à profusion que l’on peut cueillir (en dehors des hameaux), vraiment le bout du monde, un régal pour les yeux et une telle atmosphère…..nous avons démarré par la baie de Hanaiapa où l’on arrive dans un petit village perdu, plein de charme, qui suit le cours de la rivière, plage de galets noirs, dépaysement assuré, vie traditionnelle à des années lumières de nos villes……superbe journée bien remplie (sympathique déjeuner typiquement marquisien chez Marie-Antoinette à Puamau).

A faire impérativement : la randonnée à cheval avec Paco (près de l'aéroport, Hamau Ranch) à la stèle de J. Brel, le top de chez top ! (pourtant je n’avais jamais fait de cheval, mais Paco est tellement patient et gentil que ce n’est pas un souci), un fabuleux souvenir pour nous, de par les panoramas et être à cheval sur de telles pistes est un vrai régal, le petit plus : la citronnade et les petites bananes offertes en fin de parcours, sous la véranda, par sa femme Patricia (qui a eu la gentillesse de nous déposer au village ensuite). Bref un couple à rencontrer absolument (ils adorent leur île….).

* La Pension Kanahau : un véritable must ! notre meilleur hébergement de tout notre voyage, grâce à Tania (ce petit bout de femme pétillante et toujours à se couper en 4 pour ses « chers » clients), l’hôtel au prix d’une pension, que demander de mieux ! (bungalows supers propres, décorés à souhait, petit salon intérieur, terrasse avec petit salon en teck et vue sur une des plus belles baies…., linge changé tous les jours, TV, nécessaire à café, , etc, etc..et tout cela à un prix vraiment abordable), petits déjeuners supers copieux (confitures locales maison SVP) avec une magnifique vue à 360° soit sur la vallée de palmiers ou sur la baie des Traites, un ravissement… et toujours Tania avec sa joie de vivre, à nous gâter avec sa succulente cuisine typique servie comme au restaurant (décoration raffinée des plats et tout en étant copieux), bref nous étions vraiment comme des coqs en pâtes ! une adresse INCONTOURNABLE, un emplacement de rêve, le service d’un hôtel, mais avec l’accueil et la gentillesse d’une famille Marquisienne, que vouloir de plus ? rien ! Tania est faite pour recevoir, elle mérite sincèrement d’être encouragée (c’est vraiment dommage que la pension ne soit pas répertoriée sur le guide Lonely Planet car ouverte depuis moins de 3 ans). Ah, j’oubliais, transfert et visite du village gratuitement, pour faire plaisir, ça c’est l’accueil de Tania (sans parler des couronnes de fleurs, des colliers de graines….) et, si important également, nous avions prévu l’excursion à l’avance (par internet ), aussi afin de réduire le coût, Tania s’est débrouillée pour nous regrouper (6 personnes c’est bien), pour résumer elle ne cherche pas la rentabilité, mais pour elle ses clients doivent être heureux en partant, c’est aussi simple que cela. Ce qui fait que nous ne pourrons plus penser aux Marquises sans évoquer le rire de Tania, c’est certain.

* Nos regrets : aucun sur Hiva Oa, si ce n’est que d’être passés après l’Aranui chez les Artisans (la centaine de touristes a tout raflé avant). Au passage, la croisière sur l’Aranui est certainement très bien, mais le très grand nombre de personnes à visiter ensemble nous semble certainement difficile à supporter, c’est un peu la cohue et surtout pas notre truc !).

Ne pas être rester 1 jour de plus afin d’avoir le temps d’aller en bateau sur la petite île voisine, Tahuata, à la découverte de ses vallées, ses criques de sable blanc et ses artisans si réputés, une escapade authentique de moins….

Je vais arrêter là mon long discours et c’est avec plaisir que je donnerai des infos à ceux qui le souhaitent.

Le plus grand conseil : ne pas survoler comme nous, prévoir vraiment du temps, c’est féerique, vous ne pourrez pas revenir sans avoir cette nostalgie…. attention les marquises se méritent, il faut aimer la nature et marcher car c’est à l’opposé des bains de soleils et des hôtels de luxe, il faut le savoir avant de s’y rendre.

Funix Regular ·2005-06-16

Je suis déçu pour toi que tu ais eu autant de maramu, c'était à quelle époque ? D'habitude il ne se lève qu'à partir de juin, mais c'est plutôt en juillet août qu'il est le plus fréquent.

Olivier

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FA Faka Veteran ·2005-06-16

Salut Fraise,

merci pour ce message qui donne tres envie d'aller (ou retourner) en polynésie, malgré tes regrets dus à la météo !

Pour ma part je ne regrette pas du tout les chiens mais c'est vrai que la bonne humeur, les margouillats, la Hinano, le poisson cru au lait de coco, ........ me manquent parfois !

Tout ça pour dire qu'il ne te reste plus qu'une chose à faire : y retourner !!! 🙂

Si tu as aimé Rangiroa, tu trouveras Fakarava un peu plus à l'est, encore plus calme, encore plus sauvage, avec également de tres belles plongées (meme si moins spectaculaires à mon avis).

Juste une petite remarque en passant, les requins sont assez nombreux dans la passe, pas besoin de shark feeding pour les voir !

A+

Davy

FR Fraise2 ·2005-06-18

Bonjour Funix,

Je suis contente de ton "petit Salut" et je vois que tu es toujours fidèle au poste ! Juste 2 mots pour te répondre : nous sommes partis les 3 premières semaines de Mai, rageant car il a fait très beau en Avril et visiblement il fait très beau depuis que nous sommes revenus (je regarde régulièrement la météo, je dois être un brin mazo...), alors sans commentaire. Mais malgré tout nous ne sommes pas déçus par la destination et que nous n'avons qu'une envie : y retourner ! Bien amicalement.

Fraise

FàTahiti Veteran ·2005-06-19

Quel regret de ne pas avoir eu tes dates de séjour pour que je puisse vous inviter chez moi à Tahiti ITI lors de votre passage pour prendre le pot de l'amitié!!!

FR Fraise2 ·2005-06-20

C'est très gentil de ta part fàTahiti, mais tu sais nous avons été très très peu de temps sur Tahiti et nous aurions eu du mal à tout concilier, mais merci quand même.

Bye

FRAISE

CI Cilaosa Regular ·2005-07-05

Fraise, la prochaine fois que tu pars en vacances à Tahiti, donne moi tes dates pour décaler mon séjour. LOL Sinon merci pour tous ces renseignements. Je voulais partir par des tours operateurs mais les hotels sont tres tres chers, et je ne pense pas que je ferais autant de choses.

Mon but était de faire Tahiti 2 jours, Moorea env 1 semaine pour se balader et snorkeling, Bora-Bora 4 jours pour repos plage et snorkeling et une troisieme ile pour le côté polynésie profonde pendant 5 jours. Je pense que ton exposé m'aidera à choisir cette dernière ile.

Une petite question quel etait ton budget? Par quel moyens tu as reservé les differents endroits ou tu dormais?

Merci

L'argent c'est fait pour être dépensé.

FR Fraise2 ·2005-07-07

Bonjour,

Je t'ai répondu sur message privé en te donnant les infos. Ton programme a l'air sympa, d'ailleurs. Bon voyage FRAISE

AC Acinq ·2005-07-19

merci Fraise pour toutes ces infos. Je sui en plein dans le sujet en ce moment car nous partons (2 parents + 3 enfants) en septembre pour un tour du monde pendant lequel nous passerons en Polynesie du 26 decembre au 8 janvier. nous avions optés pour moorea (5 j), bora bora(5j) et rangiroa (3j) avec une petite halte à Tahiti (1j +2J). Maintenant que j'ai des chiffres en face de mes hebergements (pensions) je me dis qu'il faut supprimer quelque chose. Deux solutions : je remplace Bora (tu semblais dire que cela pouvait être decevant)par Huahiné ou Maupiti. Mais si j'ai bien compris je ne peux pas aller de Morrea à Maupiti. J'echangerai donc. Sinon je supprime Rangiroa ou je le remplace par Fakarava qui est peut être moins chere. Nous ne sommes pas plongeurs mais nous avions envie de voir ce qu'est un veritable atoll. C'est peut être domage d'être si près et de ne pas aller aux Tuamotu. Voilà, je souhaitais avoir ton sentiment et peut être tes conseils, les coordonnées des pensions dont tu parles. Nous ne voulons pas trop en faire puisque nous aurons beaucoup bougé en amerique du sud avant, et j'ai deja l'impression que c'est trop de faire autant d'iles. a bientôt béatrice

àcinq

BI Biman Regular ·2005-08-15

salut fraise,

donne nous des prix? DE LA VIE DE TOUT LES JOURS MERCI biman

ST StoneRolling ·2005-08-26

Bonjour, Nouveau sur le forum je me suis tout de suite mis à consulter les sujets concernant la Polynésie. Pour Fakarava les requins sont encore plus prés de la passe, j'en ai rencontré un peu plus haut que l'aéroport dans 3 metres d'eau dans des éspeces de tunnels dans le platier de cortail. Je me souviens d'un petit pointe grise, je l'ai pris en photo on se croirait dans un aquarium. Nous n'avons pas du tout aimé Bora, trop cher, trop de touristes Americains et Japonais. Maupiti et Huahine sont magnifiques et nous avons aussi apprécié Tahiti qui est jolie surtout dans le sud. Prochain voyage....Les Marquises......

A la fin, toutes choses viennent se fondre en une seule, et au milieu coule une rivière. ..... Sous les rochers, il y a les paroles, parfois les paroles sont l'émanation des rochers eux-mêmes. Norman Maclean. A River Runs Through It.

EL Elma ·2005-09-02

Bonjour!

Je viens de lire votre message sur les Marquises qui donne vraiment envie d'aller y faire un tour! D'ailleurs mon ami et moi envisageons de nous y rendre en janvier 2006 dans le cadre d'un voyage au tour du monde. J'aurai aime savoir quel est le budget des hebergements indiques, notamment la pension Kanahau a Hiva Oa. Sinon, le temps n'etait pas tres engageant d'apres votre description! Etiez-vous dans les iles au mois de janvier? Enfin, avez-vous pris l'avion ou le bateau pour vous rendre de Nuku Hiva a Hiva Oa? Merci d'avance pour votre reponse!

Anto22 Regular ·2005-09-03

Personnellement, j'enlèverai Moorea et Bora Bora que je remplacerai par Huahine et Maupiti, beaucoup plus athentiques. J'ai séjourné 6 semaines sur l'archipel de la Société. Chaque île est différente, il est parfois difficile de faire un choix mais je mettrais en troisième position Tahaa, la petite soeur de Raiatea.

Pour les Tuamotu, je ne peux pas t'aider, je ne connais pas.

Antonia Neyrins, Carnettiste, auteure, illustratrice de carnets de voyage. Découvrez mon univers: Ma page facebook https://www.facebook.com/antonianeyrins/ Mon blog http://antonia-neyrins.blogspot.fr

FR Fraise2 ·2005-09-08

Bonjour Elma,

Superbe idée d'aller aux Marquises, vous ne serez pas déçus, c'est magique..... Nous étions en Mai sur ces magnifiques îles, mais le mauvais temps que nous avons, hélas, "essuyé" était exceptionnel à cette époque.

Nous avons pris une extension "Marquises" (qui faisait les 2 îles) au pass inter-îles que nous avions déjà pris pour les autres îles (juste après Rangiroa).

Sur Nuku Hiva : pension Paahatea Nui (chez Justin & Julienne) 74 E avec PDJ : bungalow simple mais propre à la sortie du village principal et charmant accueil. Sur Hiva Oa : pension Kanahau (chez Tania) 80 E avec PDJ + 67 E la 1/2 Pension pour 2: le top, un vrai régal d'authenticité et de gentillesse avec un bungalow très sympa, confortable et une magnifique vue.

Espérant t'avoir aidé un peu, je te souhaite un SUPER VOYAGE sur ces îles si dépaysantes.... FRAISE

EL Elma ·2005-09-12

Bonjour!

Merci beaucoup pour ton message et les renseignements! Les adresses ont l'air tres sympas malheureusement un peu au dessus de notre budget. Mais je les garde en tete, nous verrons sur place! Bonne continuation!

PI Pipol Regular ·2005-09-21

désolé fraise mais moi aussi j'suis intéressé par le budget total pour ces 3 semaines avec une idée sur : avion et reservé ou ? transport sur place nuit/repas! par jour !

voila sinon j'ai vraiment envie d'y aller de suite là bas moi !

Mohea ·2005-11-05

bonjour fraise je rage, car il se peu que je t 'ai croisé sur notre route d 'Avatoru, et cela aurais été un réel plaisir de te rencontrer !!!! Pas de chance pour les dauphins !!!!!! depuis 1 mois, c 'est un vrai festival, mon mari pêche sur le rif face à tiputa, le spectacle est magnifique. merci pour la pub que tu fais pour la polynésie, c 'est vrai que même si le temps n 'est pas vraiment terrible cette année, la vie est superbe quand même ...... et le paysage merveilleux, depuis un peu plus d 'un an, je vis ce rêve, et je ne regrette rien, même si la vie est chére, on s 'adapte, et on vis à la paumotu !!!!!! Pour le relais Joséphine, cher, c 'est vrai, mais il y a la gentillesse de Denise et de son personnel nana si un jour tu repasse, j 'espere faire ta connaissance annie

ST Stella22 ·2007-05-25

Bonjour,

Merci pour cet excellent résumé ! Je viens de réserver mon voyage (de noces) pour le mois prochain. J'hésite encore sur le nb de jours et les choses à faire, peut-être accepterais-tu de m'aider ? Tahiti 3 nuits / 2 jours -> Est-ce que ça suffit ? Est-ce que la journée en 4x4 est un incontournable ? Moorea 3 nuits/ 4 jours -> Suffisant ? Trop ? Quoi privilégier ? Huahine -> 3 nuits / 2 jours Bora-Bora -> 2 nuits/2 jours Merci pour ton aide.

Margouillat4 Globetrotter ·2007-07-15

Bonjour 🙂

Compte-tenu de la date à laquelle tu avais posté ton message, vous êtes maintenant rentrés... Et j'aimerais tout simplement que vous nous racontiez, même succintement, l'itinéraire que vous avez finalement adopté et vos impressions. Peut-être avez-vous fait un blog ou un compte-rendu que je n'ai pas vu ? Merci par avance !

http://perso.orange.fr/miguel.angulo/Site/Page%20d%27accueil.html

Nos albums/carnets et vidéos de voyages dans mon profil, ainsi que: http://pagesperso-orange.fr/miguel.angulo/

ST Stella22 ·2007-07-16

Alors, au final, quelque chose d'assez "banal" pour un premier voyage en polynésie. 2 jours à Tahiti : 1 jour tour de l'île en voiture et spectacle de danses et 1 journée 4x4 (sous la pluie, bon...) 3 jours à Moorea : Dolphin & Lagoonarium et tour de l'île en voiture, plus du kayak 3 jours à Huahine : Tour de l'île en bâteau, tour de l'île en scooter, et toujurs du kayak 2 jours de rêve à Bora-Bora en bungalow-piloti : baignade et tour en pirogue de "Chez Nono". Le must !

Je partage assez ton analyse de 2001, c'est tout trop méga cher, et ça ne donne pas envie d'y retourner, sauf à prendre vraiment son temps... ou bien à avoir un budget phénoménal et rester dans les hôtels de luxe à 300-800 € la nuit. C'est sûr, ce n'était pas notre cas ! (Je rêverais d'une semaine au Sofitel Moorea, et tout simplement au Maitai Bora-Bora où nous étions 2 nuits). J'ai adoré nager à Bora-Bora avec les raies et requins. J'ai adoré être en bungalow piloti et sauter dans "l'aquarium" quand bon me semble. J'ai adoré les vues d'avion des îles, ce lagon et cette montagne, mais pour le reste, c'est aussi bien dans plein d'autres endroits et pour bien moins cher...

Margouillat4 Globetrotter ·2007-07-16

Très gentil d'avoir répondu aussi rapidement ; toujours intéressant pour tous d'avoir un retour.

c'est aussi bien dans plein d'autres endroits et pour bien moins cher... Ta conclusion tombe comme un couperet !... 😉

http://perso.orange.fr/miguel.angulo/Site/Page%20d%27accueil.htm

Nos albums/carnets et vidéos de voyages dans mon profil, ainsi que: http://pagesperso-orange.fr/miguel.angulo/

PA Pass ·2008-03-11

Fraise! j'ai lu votre périple en Polynésie, un petit régal pour se mettre en appétit "bravo" vous nous donnez l'envie de séjourner ds ce magnifique pays . Départ prévu pour nous le 26 Aout 08 3 semaines ; au programme : Tahiti Mooréa Bora Huahine Rangiroa Nuku Hiva Hiva Oa en Pension sauf Tahiti(Mandarin) et Bora(le Maitai) Alors pour quand le prochain voyage en POlynésie???

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Montagnard74 5 days ago

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Songsam 6 days ago

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Jojoone1 6 days ago

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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 6 days ago · 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 6 days ago · 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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Calisson94 last week

Return to Swedish Lapland: Trekking the Kungsleden and Crossing Sarek

After summer 2022 left me with a sense of unfinished business, here I am back in Swedish Lapland for summer 2024, ready to attempt the Sarek crossing again—and this time, trek part of the Kungsleden too.

After much hesitation, my companion Jean Marie and I decided to start with the Kungsleden, which, from what we’ve read, is stunning but very crowded (and it really is!!), and finish with the wilder option: Sarek! This park is known as Europe’s last true wilderness—sounds like a dream to me!! The downside of this choice is that there’s no way to resupply in Sarek, and the Kungsleden isn’t exactly set up for long treks either, so we’ll have to carry a lot of food for the first part of the trip to prepare for Sarek. Oh well, we’re motivated!

Our plan is to start in Abisko (classic) and head to Vakkotavare (also classic, but with some detours to avoid the official route and the crowds). Then we’ll continue the Kungsleden from Saltoluokta, and before Aktse, we’ll set off on an east-to-west crossing of Sarek (weather-dependent, since aside from the Skarja hut in the center of the park, there’s no shelter if conditions turn bad). At least we’ll be on the right side of the park to climb Skierfe and enjoy the jaw-dropping view of Rappaladen if we have to abandon the Sarek crossing.

This adds up to 17 days of trekking, including 1 rest day + 1 buffer day for weather delays.

If you’re interested, I’ll be sharing updates as we lug our overstuffed backpacks along the way.

08/03 - Abisko – 5km before Abiskojaure Some info (guides we used for prep, SFT map, sending food to Saltoluokta) 08/04 – 5km before Abiskojaure – on the east shore of Lake Alisjavri 08/05 – East shore of Lake Alisjavri – just before Tjaktja 08/06 – Just before Tjaktja – above the Salka hut via Nallo 08/07 - Salka – just past Singi + side trip to Djalson Lake 08/08 - Singi – Teusajaure 08/09 - Teusajaure - Vakkotavare (end of the first section of the Kungsleden) 08/10 – rest day in Saltoluokta + round trip to the Sámi village of Pietjaure 08/11 – Saltoluokta – Sitojaure 08/12 - Sitojaure - Skierfe – Sarek or no Sarek? Coming up: 08/13 – Skierfe – somewhere above Rapadalen

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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 3 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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Bibouns51 4 weeks ago · Libertad31

Off on an adventure in Sri Lanka

Day 1 – December 6

Our decision is our decision. And it’s firm and final. Next winter, our plane will spread its great wings toward the island of Ceylon! "Wait a minute... Ceylon... Ceylon... that name rings a bell, but I can’t quite place it on the globe Grandma gave me for Christmas! Ceylon... Oh right, I’ve got it: Ceylon is the name of my tea!" Exactly. But the name on your pretty tea box is also the one used until 1972 for this island nation, a speck on the Indian Ocean at the southern tip of the Indian subcontinent: Sri Lanka!

For this new adventure, I’m exceptionally leaving my Flo behind, cowardly replaced by a double dose of testosterone. To write the book of this journey with me, I’m bringing along my brother, who’s used to this kind of thing, and... a guest star: My model of resilience. My dad! All aboard! Or rather, all aboard our tuk-tuk! Yes, you read that right: A real tuk-tuk, a little colorful rolling box that putters along at two miles an hour. The idea? Well, Sri Lanka and its winding roads overlooking the vastness of lush nature are tailor-made for this kind of vehicle. And since it’s one of only two countries in the world that allow foreigners to rent and drive these mini speedsters, we’ll be crisscrossing the island in our two-square-meter rolling box. Plus, adopting this mode of transport is a surefire way to connect directly with the locals, who’ll surely be curious to see a foreigner driving their iconic vehicle. Not to mention the... let’s say... spicy anecdotes it might generate. I mean, heading into a subtropical zone with my jet-black dad and his unpredictable digestive flora while deliberately choosing the tuk-tuk as our *only* means of transport? That’s the winning combo for an unforgettable adventure! "More seriously, Dad, Sullivan, I’m already loving the idea of living this adventure together, the three of us—brothers and father..."

So, does the intro to this new adventure get your salivary glands going? Yes? Too bad. Because unfortunately, the program handed out by the lady at the entrance has been slightly... let’s say *crumpled*. Some might even say "scrunched up and nearly tossed in the trash." First, six days ago, as the countdown echoed in us like a call to adventure, Cyclone Ditwah grabbed Sri Lanka, played with it like a rag doll, and left it battered on the ground. The toll is devastating: over a thousand dead, thousands of homes wiped out by relentless rains, roads and railways swallowed by massive mudslides. A country wounded once again, after the civil war, the 2004 tsunami, and the post-Covid economic crisis.

But as if this weather disaster wasn’t enough to shake our unbreakable adventurer spirit, fate decided to mess with us further by cutting our trio down to two. The victim? My brother, violently turned away because of a simple date on his passport that didn’t match the border officials’ expectations. Return to sender!

So now it’s just the two of us allowed to board the Qatar Airways Airbus A380 for this trip. If he were here, Denis Brognart would say, "And in the end, only one remains!" Except I know you’ll be with us, following our adventures! Right?

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Lewinch last month

Slovenia and Northern Italy without a car

Here’s the itinerary for a ten-day trip through Slovenia and Northern Italy using local transport.

Saturday, May 2: Arrival

Arrived in Ljubljana on a Transavia flight from Paris. I’d spotted a bus connection to the city center, but it’s worth noting there’s no dedicated line—most buses stopping at the airport come from Bled. On a sunny Saturday afternoon, the bus was already packed with people who’d headed to the lake for some fresh air. I ended up taking a shared van, with drivers actively offering transfers to travelers. I paid 12 € for the ride to the train station, then walked 15 minutes to Hotel Celica. It lives up to its description as a former prison turned hotel—close to the city center, clean, with a hearty breakfast. The rooms are basic, with beds 3 meters off the ground, accessible by a wooden ladder. For dinner, I opted for an Indian restaurant.

Sunday, May 3: Urban marathon

Good news: museums are free on the first Sunday of the month. I started with the National Gallery, then took a stroll through Tivoli Park, enjoying the outdoors. I tried grilling in the park before heading to the Museum of Modern Art and the eclectic National Museum of Slovenia, which was interesting for its architecture. Next up was the castle—you can enter the grounds for free; the only reason to pay is to access the keep for the city views.

Monday, May 4: Bled

I spent the morning exploring Ljubljana’s architecture but was disappointed by the Krakovo district, which guidebooks had hyped up.

In the afternoon, I took the bus to Bled. The hostel was right at the bus station, and I soon realized I’d be the only guest—the owner was struggling to attract visitors. I walked around the lake and searched for the viewpoint access. It’s a steep climb with a staircase, but worth it.

Tuesday, May 5: Vintgar Gorge

I headed to the gorges early in the morning via a shuttle, then walked back to Bled. It was stunning—it reminded me a bit of the Samaria Gorge I’d visited last year.

The bus took me straight to Stara Fužina near Lake Bohinj, where I stayed in a homestay. I loved it, even though there wasn’t much interaction with the hosts.

The weather was overcast and misty, giving the lake a Scottish vibe.

Wednesday, May 6: Bohinj

Rainy day, so I took the bus to Ukanc at the far end of the lake and walked back.

Thursday, May 7: Mostnica Gorge and the auto-train

I set off on foot for the gorges from Stara Fužina, taking a detour up to Planina Uskovnica, a steep and rarely used trail. The views of Triglav and the traditional alpine huts were incredible.

I then took the auto-train to Most na Soči. The passenger section has compartments, and the windows can be opened. The ride through the gorges was breathtaking. I stayed at a family-run guesthouse near the Most na Soči station—authentic and cozy.

Friday, May 8: Tolmin Gorge and Nova Gorica

I took the bus to Tolmin, then walked 30 minutes to the gorges. The trail is well-maintained but short, so I extended my hike with a scenic loop through the gorges and nearby villages.

A quick train ride later, I was in Nova Gorica for the night, positioning myself to reach the Adriatic coast the next day. I explored at a fast pace—Villa Raffut on the Slovenian side, then crossed the border to visit Palazzo Attems-Petzenstein and grab an aperitivo in the main square. You could tell I was in Italy just by the vibe. The old border checkpoint is still there.

Saturday, May 9: Piran

Three trains and a bus later, I arrived. The journey was scenic, and it was worth it.

Piran is touristy but manageable. It feels like a mix of Croatia and Italy, with both influences evident. The maritime museum was fascinating, with its detailed ship models. There’s still a local feel—there was even a great blues concert by the harbor that evening.

Sunday, May 10: Piran

I walked to Izola along the coast—a beautiful route with paths, roads, and lakes. It was Sunday, and the tip of the village was lively with families picnicking. I decided to take the bus to Koper. The regional museum was quiet, but the garden was stunning.

Monday, May 11: Trieste

The bus connection from Koper was frequent and easy. Trieste is very open to the sea. I visited the castle and the massive Revoltella Museum—good timing, since it was raining. The collection spans everything from classical to contemporary art.

I missed my connection to Stresa later that day, so I had to improvise a night in a dorm near Milan’s train station.

Tuesday, May 12: Stresa

I came mainly for the Borromean Islands. First impressions weren’t great—crowded at the dock and windy. I didn’t like Isola Bella—too many people and too flashy. I much preferred Isola Madre, with its peaceful gardens where you can find solitude. On the way back, I stopped at Isola dei Pescatori after some hesitation, and it was worth it. Finally, I explored Stresa, with its colorful houses and grand palaces.

Wednesday, May 13: Heading to the Jura

I wrapped up my trip by taking the EuroCity train from Milan to Geneva via the Simplon Pass. From there, I headed to my vacation spot, taking the train from Nyon to La Cure (on the border). The rest of the journey was private.

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Pinacoladada last month

Second trip to Curaçao Island

Returning to Curaçao is a bit like reopening a book whose pages still smell of sun and salt.

As soon as the plane descends toward the island, the familiar colors reappear: the dazzling turquoise of the sea, the pastel facades of Willemstad, and that unique light that seems to soften everything.

For this second trip, we no longer arrive as hesitant explorers, but as confirmed lovers of this warm island.

We already know that the warm wind will welcome us as soon as we step out of the airport, that the beaches will once again offer their infinite shades of blue, and that each day will have that unhurried pace that makes you forget the rest of the world.

Yet, despite this sense of déjà vu, Curaçao always manages to surprise. A new cove to discover, a different sunset, a smile shared with a local...

The island has that rare talent for reinventing itself without ever betraying what makes it so endearing.

This second trip isn’t a repetition, then, but a reunion: a chance to rediscover Curaçao with more attentive, more connected, and perhaps even more amazed eyes.

I invite you to keep reading this travel journal and watch the videos that will help you learn a little more about the island’s different attractions.

Just click on the video image to start watching.

To go to a specific post, here are the appropriate links:

Exploring Willemstad’s colorful neighborhoods The Most Beautiful Beaches in Curaçao Hike at Boka Sint Michiel | Flamingos & panoramic views Climbing Christoffel Mountain Den Dunki & Flamingos of Jan Thiel Must-see spots in Curaçao Snorkeling at Playa Kenepa Chiki: Turquoise Water & Tropical Fish Snorkeling at Porto Mari: One of Curaçao’s Best Spots Snorkeling at Mambo Beach, the Perfect Spot Snorkeling at Daaibooi Beach, a diverse marine world

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