Récit de 19 jours dans l'Ouest américain
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Récit de 19 jours dans l'Ouest américain

by Falthor

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Etant rentré depuis maintenant quelques jours de notre voyage et après avoir fait un peu le trie dans nos 3000 photos, je voudrai maintenant partager notre aventure avec vous et ainsi, remercié les gens nous ayant aidé dans l'organisation de cette aventure. Nous étions donc 2 personnes lors de ce voyage du 25 Juillet au 12 Aout.

Planning Jour 1 : Paris - San Francisco Jour 2 : San Francisco Jour 3 : San Francisco Jour 4 : San Francisco Jour 5 : San Francisco - Yosémite (El portal) Jour 6 : Yosémite Jour 7 : Yosémite - June Lake Jour 8 : June Lake - Death Valley Jour 9 : Death Valley - Las Vegas Jour 10 : Las Vegas - Valley Of Fire Jour 11 : Valley of fire - Palm Springs Jour 12 : Palm Spring Jour 13 : Palm Spring - Los Angeles Jour 14 : Los Angeles Jour 15 : Los Angeles Jour 16 : Los Angeles Jour 17 : Los Angeles Jour 18 : Los Angeles Jour 19 : Los Angeles - Paris

Le Budget : Voici ce que nous à coûte l'ensemble du voyage : Billets Avion : 2440 Euros Location voiture : 854 Euros Essences : 280 Euros pour 3000 Kilomètre environ Location Hotels : 1800 Euros +- 14% de taxe : 2100 Euros (Plus des imprévus que vous allez pouvoir lire xD) Nourriture : J’étais parti sur une budget de 100Euros par Jours pour 2 personnes : Nous avons tenu ce budget, résultat : 1500 Euros Shopping : Euhhhhhhhhhh, trop :o, environ 1200 Euros Divers (Prix des visites, parc d'attraction, etc) : 800 Euros

Total : 9174 Euros (plus ou moins)

Le TOP du voyage: Pour moi : Yosémite Pour ma compagne : Valley of Fire

Les Flops : Pour moi : Las Vegas Pour ma compagne : Yosémite (J'expliquerai les raisons) et Las Vegas

La méteo du voyage : Chaud, Très chaud : Allant de 24° a San Francisco, à un 49° a Death Valley, le vent chaud fait mal au yeux !!!! Il y as eu de la pluie durant 1 Heures à Las Vegas sinon, soleil, soleil et soleil !

Jour J-1 : 24 Juillet - 4 Heure du matin Moi qui pensé naïvement que les voyages commençait à J-0, je peux vous dire que les sensations ont été présente dès les 30 Heures précédent le départ, c'est à dire au moment de la réservation en ligne sur Air France. Je met mon réveil pour faire la réservation en ligne à 4 heure du matin sachant que le vol est prévu pour le lendemain à 10H. Je n'ai pas les yeux en face des trous, mais au moment le cliquer sur : Terminé, je vois que mon Nom de famille est marqué 2 fois, je me dis alors, fait pas le con, finalise pas, regarde sur le Net si c'est grave. Bon ba au bout de 2 minutes j’étais presque en Position latérale de sécurité sous mon bureau, fallait appelé la compagnie aerienne (Air France) pour faire le nécessaire. Sauf que 30 Heures avant le départ, je me suis demandé si c'étais possible. Je trouve donc un premier numéro Air France, au final je m’aperçoit que le service est ouvert à partir de 6 heure, après 25 Minutes d'attente, il est donc environ 4h45 à ce moment, j'attend donc "patiemment" 6 heure. J'appelle alors à 6h00 et après environ 25 Minutes d'attente, Air France me dis qu'ils n'ont pas du tout la main sur le dossier car j'ai effectuée ma réservation via une agence de voyage (Opodo) et que donc seul Opodo peut effectuer la modification. Soit, pas de problème. On me donne le numéro de Opodo que j'appel dans la foulée. Après 15 Minutes d'attente on m'indique que une demande à été ouverte auprès du services concerné et que cela sera traité dans les 24 Heures, sachant que mon vol est dans 26 Heures, je commence à rire jaune !!! Je résiste jusqu'a 12 Heures avant de rappeler Opodo, cette fois-ci on me dis, mais si Air France peut faire les modifications, bon ba alors naïvement je rappel Air France : 25 Minutes d'attente, 2 crises cardiaque plus tard, on me dis finalement que Air France ne peut pas faire la modification.

Bref, je rappel dans la foulée Opodo et la, encore une réponse différente, sauf que cette dernière ne m'as vraiment pas plu et j'ai commencé à gueuler dans le téléphone : La réponse est : Votre de vol est dans moins de 24 heures, nous ne pouvons plus faire de modification, il faut donc aller au guichet de l’aéroport et voir directement avec eux. Je vais vous épargner la conversation avec mon interlocutrice un peu mouvementé, mais finalement après 5 min elle me met en relation avec un autre service. Je dirai, le genre de service que normalement personne ne peux appeler et ou on envoie les clients pas content du tout. Pendant la mise en attente, a ce moment la, je me dis que je ne vais pas partir en voyage ou alors il faut que j’achète de nouveaux billet d'avion !!

Après X Minutes d'attente, il est maintenant plus de 13 Heures, on me répond. La personne essai de comprendre la situation, je lui explique, il m'indique que j'ai effectuée la réservation il y as 4 mois mais que je m’aperçoit que maintenant que le Nom pose problème etc. Je me suis cru dans le bureau du proviseur ou de toute façon tu dois répondre : Oui c'est de ma faute ! Cette personne m'explique alors que Air France peut faire la modification (Rahhhhhh 🤪) mais que c'est eux qui doivent appeler Air France en leurs noms afin que ces derniers puissent faire le nécessaire (Ahhhhh 😄). Je vous épargnerai les détails, mais après 1H30 de communication, je dispose ENFIN d'un billet avec mon Nom écrit que 1 seul fois. Je du remercier peut être 20 fois mon interlocuteur et je pense pour la première fois de ma vie que j'ai répondu à l’enquête de satisfaction à la fin de l'appel xD

La fin de journée sera maintenant moins stressante !

Jour 1 : Paris - San Francisco Vol Air France : AF0084 Depart : 10h10 Arrivé : 12h35

Debout à 5H30, vérification de l'ensemble des documents, réservations, papiers etc. Nous avions réserver un Uber pour 6H30, ce dernier est arrivé à l'heure, pas de problème sur la route en direction de l’aéroport ou nous arrivons à 7H10. La dépose des valises à été faite très rapidement, ce sont directement les voyageurs qui pèsent leurs valises. Du coup, il y as 20 comptoirs d'ouvert vu que aucuns employé n'est nécessaire, sauf pour 1 ou 2 guichet au cas ou ! 12 Kilos dans chaque valises, nous voyageons léger. Air France indique sur son site internet que chaque passager peut prendre avec lui une valise cabine ainsi qu'un accessoire de type appareil photo ou ordinateur portable. N'ayant que 1 valise cabine dans les dimensions demandé par Air France nous ne prenons donc que une valise Cabine ainsi que un sac à dos. Cependant nous nous apercevons vite que presque tout les passagers on une valise cabine ainsi qu'un sac à dos parfois bien rempli. Nous nous posons donc la question suivante : Tout ces gens payent des bagages supplémentaire ? Ba la réponse est non, je crois que Air France s'en fout. Ils ne vérifient ni les dimensions des valises cabine, ni celles des "accessoires", nous pouvons rentrer dans l'avion avec une valises cabine étant un peu plus grosse que les dimensions acceptées, un sac a dos, un sac à main etc. Ce n'est que notre troisième voyage en avion donc nous respectons les règles à chaque fois, on mesure, on pése etc. Nous avons volé avec Aegan et British Airways et on nous avons dû contrôlé la taille des valises cabine avant de monter. Le poid n'avait pas été vérifié par contre. Air France est peut être beaucoup plus flexible sur ce sujet, en tout cas c'est un point positif. Durant notre voyage nous achèterons donc une nouvelle valise cabine destiné à notre shopping :) Nous avons passé l'ensemble des contrôle assez rapidement et attendons donc 2 Heures l'embarquement. Ce dernier ouvre à l'heure et nous montons dans un bel A380. Nous trouvons nos places, et attendons le décollage. Ce dernier ce fait à l'heure et nous sommes donc partis pour plus de 11H de vol.

Petite indication : Nous avons choisi un vol Air France, qui n'est pas forcement le moins chère de marché mais c'est presque la seul compagnie à proposer des vols direct Paris - San Francisco Ayant peur de l'avion, je ne souhaite pas non plus avoir besoin de prendre 2 avions pour arriver à destination 😄

Le vol c'est passé sans encombre, pas trop de turbulences, heureusement pour mon coeur, qui à déjà fort subis le jour précédent. Les repas à bords de l'avion sont corrects, nous en avons eu 2. Nous avions aussi à notre disposition un endroit ou prendre des glaces ainsi que des rafraîchissement durant le vol.

Durant le vol nous avons survolé le Groenland ainsi que le haut du canada (Voir photo) et nous sommes forcé de constater que la fonte des glaces est bien présente et importantes !!!

Nous arrivons à 12h35 heure local, il faut donc maintenant passé l'épreuve de la frontière et la nous constatons que, 2 ou 3 avions sont arrivés en même temps, il y as énormément d'attente pour passer les contrôles. Nous passons ces derniers à environ 14H30. Nous avons mis tellement de temps à passer les contrôles de frontières que nos valises n'étaient même plus sur les tapis roulant mais éparpillé partout à coté pour laisser de la place sur le tapis pour les avion suivants. Nous avons mis bien 15 min à trouver nos valises. Nous partons donc en direction du Rental Car en prenant le tramways de l'aeroport. Nous y arrivons vers 15h00. Ici encore, énormément de monde. Nous arrivons au guichet au alentour de 16H00. Petite précision sur la réservation de la voiture : Nous avons effectuée la réservation chez Budget pour une Ford Escape. 850 Euros pour 19 Jours ! Nous avons effectuée la réservation avec une carte de débit (Plusieurs topic parle de ce sujet sur le forum), nous étions donc un peu anxieux. Arrivé au guichet il est indiqué en anglais que les cartes de débits sont acceptées mais qu'il faut fournir la preuve que vous avez un billet retour. C'est exactement ce qu'un utilisateur du forum m'as dis sur le topic suivant : voyageforum.com/...-acceptees-d8175595/ Merci donc à Jpg13 si il lis ce topic :) Je confirme donc qu'il n'y as pas de raison d'avoir peur quelques soit la carte de paiement utilisée pour une location de voiture aux USA.

Après avoir signé les documents etc, nous avons enfin notre voiture au alentour de 16h30. Nous demandons des explications sur le fonctionnement des voitures automatiques avant de partir (Nous n'en avions jamais conduit). Précision : Nous n'avions pas pris l'option GPS car nous trouvions que l'option est trop chère. Nous avons opté pour un GPS Hors ligne sur téléphone : Here Go. Bon finalement, 3 jours après nous sommes allé acheter un GPS tomtom chez BestBuy .....😄 Nous partons donc en directement de l’hôtel Orange Village Hostel situé à 2 Minutes à pied de Union Square. Sur le trajet je vérifie la réservation de l'hotel et je m’aperçoit que ce dernier ne possède pas de parking : C'est con quand même ! Arrivé vers l'hotel nous cherchons donc un parking, enfin, nous recherchons .. c'est vite dis, il y en as tout les 100 mêtres !!!! Plus ou moins au même prix : 35 Dollars les 24 heures avec option IN - OUT à volonté Dans notre tête nous voyons surtout que nous restons donc 4 jours à San Francisco et donc 140 Dollars de parking : Ça commence bien ! =) Nous payons donc 35 Dollars de parking pour les premières 24 Heures, nous arrivons à l'hotel que nous avions déjà payé entièrement : 5 Nuit - 556 Euros TTC La réception nous indique aussi un parking étant à 100 mètres et ne coûtant que 26 Dollars par jours avec option IN - OUT pour 24 Heures Si cela peut aider voici le nom et adresse de parking concerné : Best Parking LLC 525 Jones St, San Francisco, CA 94102, États-Unis



Cet hôtel est en gros une auberge de jeunesse mais possédant quand même des chambres avec salle de bain privé. Il a l'avantage d'être bien situé et ne pas être trop chère. Les chambres sont standard, un peu petite mais on fera avec. L'ensemble des réservations pour cet hotel comprennent l'option Petit Déjeuner inclus que je détaillerai dans le Jour 2. N'ayant pas dormis dans l'avion nous commençons à accusé le coup, il est 18H00, nous décidons d'aller manger un petit truc afin d'essayer de rester éveillé encore quelque temps. Nous mangeons finalement au Café Bellini situé sur Powell Street et commandons des Burgers, un petit truc quoi ! Ma compagne à commencé à s'endormir à attendant le burger ! Il est maintenant 19H00, nous ne tenons plus, nous décidons de dormir. Fin de la première journée !
EV Evajules Globetrotter ·
Bonjour,

Merci pour ton récit qui démontre, une fois de plus, qu'il ne faut pas passer par un intermédiaire du type Opodo, mais DIRECTEMENT par la compagnie, en l’occurrence Air France. tant mieux pour toi que cela se soit bien terminé, mais tu aurais évité un gros stress, peut être pire encore !
Si le chemin est difficile, le difficile est le chemin.
GG GGaillard Veteran ·
La réception nous indique aussi un parking étant à 100 mètres et ne coûtant que 26 Euros par jours avec option IN - OUT pour 24 Heures

Ne sont-ce pas plutôt des dollars ?

Ça me gène toujours de voir les prix des achats à l'étranger (hors de l'Europe) exprimés en €uros.
Georges G. (Mes commentaires et mes photos sont issus de mon vécu réel, mes peintures, elles, de mes souvenirs fantasmés)
FA Falthor Regular ·
La réception nous indique aussi un parking étant à 100 mètres et ne coûtant que 26 Euros par jours avec option IN - OUT pour 24 Heures

Ne sont-ce pas plutôt des dollars ?

Ça me gène toujours de voir les prix des achats à l'étranger (hors de l'Europe) exprimés en €uros.

Effectivement, c'est bien en Dollars et non en Euros, je ferai attention pour les prochaines fois :)

Bonjour,

Merci pour ton récit qui démontre, une fois de plus, qu'il ne faut pas passer par un intermédiaire du type Opodo, mais DIRECTEMENT par la compagnie, en l’occurrence Air France. tant mieux pour toi que cela se soit bien terminé, mais tu aurais évité un gros stress, peut être pire encore !

En passant directement par Air France les prix étaient plus élèvé, j'avais essayé de trouvé le moins chère possible, mais c'est sur que j'aurai évité ce désagrément. D'un coté, j'aurai vu cette erreur lors de ma réservation 4 mois plus tôt, cela n'aurait pas poser de problème particulier. =)
MA Marcalamar Veteran ·
Bonjour Falthor 🙂 Je viens de lire le début de ton récit de voyage et je vois que tu as dû acheter un Gps. Est ce que le système hors connection de Here WE go était défaillant. Nous partons début septembre et nous l'avons justement téléchargé pour éviter de louer ou d'en acheter un !! Tu peux nous dire pourquoi ça n'a pas marché ? Merci pour ta reponse ! J'attends la suite du carnet avec impatience !!! Marcalamar 🙂
Vivre et laisser vivre
FA Falthor Regular ·
Bonjour Falthor 🙂 Je viens de lire le début de ton récit de voyage et je vois que tu as dû acheter un Gps. Est ce que le système hors connection de Here WE go était défaillant. Nous partons début septembre et nous l'avons justement téléchargé pour éviter de louer ou d'en acheter un !! Tu peux nous dire pourquoi ça n'a pas marché ? Merci pour ta reponse ! J'attends la suite du carnet avec impatience !!! Marcalamar 🙂

Bonjour, De mon coté le système hors connexion de Here We go n'as pas fonctionné correctement. J'avais régulièrement des pertes de signaux GPS pendant 15-20 Sec, il devient donc difficile de rouler tranquillement. J'ai aussi essayé l'application Copilot, mais je ne la trouvé pas pratique.

Finalement au début de notre voyage, j'ai synchroniser la carte de San Francisco avec google maps directement. Ce dernier étais plus performant mais avait l'inconvénient de devoir penser à télécharger l'ensemble des endroits ou tu passe afin d'avoir la carte alors que avec Here We go, tu peux télécharger un état directement.

Ne voulant pas trop me prendre la tête est ayant peur de ne pas avoir de signaux correct dans les endroits comme Yosémite, Death valley ou Valley of Fire, je suis allé a Best Buy et ai trouvé un GPS tomtom pour 95 Dollars TTC. GPS que j'aurai payé plus chère en France car je devais aussi déboursé l'achat de la carte des USA.

Je signal que le GPS que j'ai acheté n'avais pas l'option de trafic en temps réel, je ne sais pas si c'est spécifique à ce modèle mais ce dernier me demandé un transmetteur RDS-TMC. On as donc eu des surprises, surtout à Los Angeles.

Pour conclure, mon expérience personnelle ne conseil pas Here We Go, mais plutôt google maps ou un vrai GPS.
GG GGaillard Veteran ·
Pour conclure, mon expérience personnel ne conseil pas Here We Go, mais plutôt google maps ou un vrai GPS.

La perte de signal n'est pas le fait du programme mais celui de la qualité de l'appareil.

Certains smartphones ne possèdent pas une vraie puce GPS mais seulement une fonction AGPS (ou assisted GPS) qui n'est qu'une astuce piquant les coordonnées géo. sur la localisation des bornes WiFi ou celles du réseau cellulaire.

Ainsi mon précédent Wiko Jimmy fonctionnait très bien en pleine forêt canadienne car équipé d'une vrai puce GPS, mais comme il est mort deux semaines après la fin de la garantie je me suis équipé d'un Blackview BV6000 (étanche et antichoc avec une grosse batterie et une puce GPS+GLONASS - le système russe) plus les programmes Here WeGo et Be on Road et leurs cartes.
Georges G. (Mes commentaires et mes photos sont issus de mon vécu réel, mes peintures, elles, de mes souvenirs fantasmés)
FA Falthor Regular ·
Pour conclure, mon expérience personnel ne conseil pas Here We Go, mais plutôt google maps ou un vrai GPS.

La perte de signal n'est pas le fait du programme mais celui de la qualité de l'appareil.

Certains smartphones ne possèdent pas une vraie puce GPS mais seulement une fonction AGPS (ou assisted GPS) qui n'est qu'une astuce piquant les coordonnées géo. sur la localisation des bornes WiFi ou celles du réseau cellulaire.

Ainsi mon précédent Wiko Jimmy fonctionnait très bien en pleine forêt canadienne car équipé d'une vrai puce GPS, mais comme il est mort deux semaines après la fin de la garantie je me suis équipé d'un Blackview BV6000 (étanche et antichoc avec une grosse batterie et une puce GPS+GLONASS - le système russe) plus les programmes Here WeGo et Be on Road et leurs cartes.

D'accord alors c'est peut etre mon sony qui as une puce AGPS je ne savais pas qu'il existé divers puces. En tout cas rien n'empeche de partir avec son telephone et voir le resultat arrivé la bas et acheter le cas écheant un GPS. Nous sommes arrivé à nous diriger les 3 premiers jours à l'aide de notre téléphone.
MA Marcalamar Veteran ·
Bonsoir 🙂 Merci à tous les deux pour vos réponses. Une question idiote mais de taille, vu notre niveau en anglais, est ce que si j'achète un GPS aux USA je vais pouvoir le programmer pour parler en français . Sinon, pauvres de nous on ne comprendra pas ce qu'il va nous dire Bonne soirée Marcalamar 🙂
Vivre et laisser vivre
MY MycoVtt Veteran ·
J'utilise un GPS européen Garmin, mais j'ai commandé la carte "City Navigator USA" dedans. Il ne faut pas absolument l'acheter là-bas. Ca permet comme ça de tout programmer d'ici (hotels, points de vue, parkings, walmart, etc etc). Inconvénient : le coût de la carte US. Avantage : utilisable en Europe !!
https://voyageforum.com/discussion/the-wave-trip-grosse-semaine-dans-red-rocks-en-octobre-2016-d7656059/ https://voyageforum.com/discussion/photo-trip-dans-southwest-acte-9-d8122921/ https://voyageforum.com/v.f?post=8900025#8900025 https://voyageforum.com/v.f?post=9637340;#9637340
FA Falthor Regular ·
Bonsoir 🙂 Merci à tous les deux pour vos réponses. Une question idiote mais de taille, vu notre niveau en anglais, est ce que si j'achète un GPS aux USA je vais pouvoir le Port programmer pour parler en français . Sinon, pauvres de nous on ne comprendra pas ce qu'il va nous dire Bonne soirée Marcalamar 🙂

Notre GPS tomtom 1515 acheté chez best buy avait l'option pour le mettre en francais. Sachant que c'est l'entree de gamme, je pense que les autres le font aussi.
CH Chabe37 Regular ·
Bonjour, je vais suivre ton carnet, nous aussi on vient de rentrer (hier) et nous avions commencé par San Francisco quasiment aux mêmes dates que vous. Pour Here ici aucun souci, j'avais téléchargé toutes les cartes nécessaires et enregistré les points et aucun souci de réception, juste une lenteur à Los Angeles mais vu toutes les routes je le comprends !

Je vois que le début du séjour a été quelque peu mouvementé.
FA Falthor Regular ·
Jour 2 : San Francisco

Nous étant couché vers 19h00 la veille, nous voila réveillé à 4h30 - 5h00. Le temps de nous préparer ainsi que de prendre le petit déjeuner à l’hôtel, nous sortons de l’hôtel à 8h00. Aujourd'hui le programme est : Visite de Alcatraz et Angel Island ! - Départ 9h40 Ne connaissant pas la circulation à cette heure-ci, nous ne prendrons pas la voiture et nous dirigeons donc vers la station de tramway F (Market St & 4th St) situé à 5 Minutes à pied de l’hôtel, sur le chemin, nous nous arrêtons à un Walgreens afin d'acheter des sandwichs pour la journée. Arrivé à la station, nous apercevons sur un de ces derniers des indications avec une Carte bleue barrée ainsi que de la monnaie barrée, nous nous disons donc qu'il est nécessaire d'acheter un ticket avant de monter et que cela n'est pas possible autrement. Nous descendons donc dans le métro situé juste en dessous pour acheter des tickets (2.50 Dollars pour un aller donc 5 Dollars l'aller retour). Finalement après être rentré dans le tramway, il s’avère simplement que l'icone de monnaie barrée indique qu'ils ne rendent pas la monnaie mais nous pouvons acheter directement dans le tramway (pas de carte bleue). Nous descendons à l’arrêt Embarcadero & Bay St pour prendre le bateau.





La première étape du tour est la visite de Angel Island, la durée du trajet pour arriver sur l’île est de plus ou moins 1 Heure, durant ce trajet vous avons une "belle" vue de San Francisco, je dis belle entre guillemet car finalement il y avait beaucoup de brouillard ce matin (Ce sera pareil l'ensemble des autres jours). Nous passons une première fois devant Alcatraz, l'occasion de prendre quelques photos !









Ne connaissant pas le climat de San Francisco nous sommes partis ce matin là uniquement en tee-shirt, grosse erreur, il fait assez frais (environ 20°) et il y as énormément de vent, il faut donc impérativement prendre une petite veste avec soit , chose que nous ferons durant l'ensemble de notre séjour à San Francisco.

Une fois arrivé sur l'île nous montons dans un petit train afin de faire le tour de l'île, au cours de ce tour, un guide nous parle un peu de l'histoire de l'île (Anglais uniquement). Durant la visite, on nous explique par exemple que 2 Fleuves d'eau douce ce jette dans la baie de San Francisco et se retrouvent donc confrontés à l’océan salée. Cela provoque des démarcations saisissante visible à l'oeil nue dans l’océan !



De retour à notre point de départ vers 11h40, nous disposons d'un temps libre de 1h20. Nous décidons donc de nous installer sur une des nombreuses tables mise à disposition pour manger face à la l’océan. Au cours de notre repas nous apercevons 2 otaries tranquillement allongé sur les pontons



Il est maintenant 13h00 et nous repartons pour environ 45 minutes de bateau afin d'atteindre Alcatraz. L'occasion de voir l'île avec une meilleur lumière car le brouillard est maintenant parti.





La visite de Alcatraz est guidé à l'aide d'un baladeur que l'ont vous donnera au départ de la visite. Il es possible de demander la langue vous souhaitez pour la visite, le francais est disponible, ce qui est très appréciable pour les gens ne parlant pas beaucoup anglais. La durée du tour est d'environ 1h - 1h30. Nous nous sommes ensuite promener librement sur l'ile.







Précision : Lorsque vous êtes sur l'île d'alcatraz et souhaitez rejoindre la terre ferme, vous n’êtes pas soumis à un horaire spécifique pour prendre le bateau, des bateaux font la navette et partent toutes les 30 minutes environs.

A notre retour sur la terre ferme vers 17h30, il étais initialement prévu d'aller au Fisherman's wharf situé à 5-10 minutes à pied du Pier 33. Cependant nous commençons à être fatigué et nous décidons donc de rentrer à l’hôtel et flâner dans les alentours. Nous nous retrouvons finalement au Westfield Center, un centre commercial situé sur Market St. Pour les fans de Basket ou Football américain, il y as dans ce centre commercial des boutique dédiée au Warriors et 49ers. A l’étage inférieur de ce centre commercial ce trouve une sorte de complexe de restauration, vous pouvez y trouver des restaurants coréen, japonais, chinoix, burger, pizza, brésilien etc. On as donc le choix et l'on peut s'installer ou on le souhaite, chaque personne peut donc commander dans un restaurant différent et s'installer à la même table. Nous avons pour notre part mangé au coréen pour environ 30 Dollars à 2.

De retour à l'hotel au alentour de 19h30-20h00, nous nous couchons fatigué après cette journée.
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Fabhyène 21 hours ago · Grandgognand
Draw Me Your Japan...
Hi there!

I’m inviting you on a stroll through my drawings—a completely subjective, far-from-exhaustive, and totally personal take, since it’s based on my own sketches. I put this travel journal together after returning in late 2024, mostly using felt-tip pens and pencils, with a few collages thrown in. I worked from our personal photos.

Let’s start with the shotengai...



Our first "wow" moment came as we stepped out of the subway in Asakusa, the Tokyo neighborhood where we’d booked our hotel for our first five nights. Exhausted after our long flight, we finally arrived and took an exit that led straight into a shotengai—one of those covered shopping streets that dot city centers and flourished between the 1950s and 1980s.

It was an instant aesthetic shock, like a close encounter of the third kind between the modern city, a typical Asian market with its street stalls, the "vintage" vibe of the arcade, the sheer abundance of goods, and the bustling crowd—a colorful mix of tourists, pilgrims (thanks to the nearby Asakusa Temple), and locals (it’s a very working-class area). In the end, it set the tone for a feeling we’d experience throughout the trip. Wherever we went, shotengai turned out to be fantastic spots for finding little restaurants, shops, or even fresh produce. Some are real mazes, like in Kyoto, where we spent ages trying to relocate a restaurant we’d loved ;-)

In Kanazawa, the Omicho Market: And in Kyoto, the Nishiki Market:

To be continued...
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Montagnard74 21 hours ago · Rouquine38
Turkey 2026: Riviera, Antalya, and Cappadocia
Hi everyone!

If you're looking for great tips and offbeat spots, if you love exploring uncharted parts of a country, if the exotic is your adrenaline, then move along!

Our 15 days in early May in this part of Turkey (a country I first discovered during a city trip to Istanbul in 2017) will only tread well-worn paths and revisit popular routes. Simply because I kept hoping until the very end that our flight to Jordan wouldn’t be canceled. Events in the Gulf proved me wrong, so we left with: Zero preparation. Not a single hotel booked (well, except the first one), no visits planned, just a flight ticket bought three weeks earlier. No guidebook, no app—just the desire to explore southern Turkey and Cappadocia, whose images and the chance to stretch our legs had caught my eye.

Oh, wait—I did bring along a new guide: Gemini! Yes, my friends, generative AI was my chief advisor throughout the trip for sites to visit, accommodations, routes, and even restaurants! An experiment I wanted to try to form my own opinion on using this new technology. And what better way to test it than a Turkish getaway?

The verdict? You’ll have to wait for the trip recap to find out!

The main idea of the trip is also relaxation.

So, the plan is Antalya for a few days, the Turkish Riviera for a few more, Cappadocia as the highlight, and a return via Antalya to wrap up the trip. And it was all planned by AI!

So, if you're ready, fasten your seatbelts—cabin crew, doors to automatic and cross check—boarding for Turkey now!

A little sneak peek?
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Bibouns51 2 days ago
Off on a winter adventure in the American West!
Day 1 – February 14

We all have two lives. And the second one kicks off the day you realize you only have one, with the determination to spend the time you have left on what truly adds sparkle to your life, Kevin! I like to elegantly introduce a trip with a philosophical quote. First, it gives you the illusion that I’m some kind of deep thinker, and second, it lets me fill up the first few lines of my blank page when I don’t know how to tell you I’m diving back into what really lights up my life: another adventure beyond the horizon! And nearly every other year, like a toxic relationship, my horizon tends to take shape in Uncle Sam’s backyard. And this, despite his cousin Donald calling the shots. Speaking of which, it was partly that impulsive guy who pushed us to be just as impulsive and snag our four flight tickets at a ridiculously low price—a direct result of foreign tourism taking a hit from BetaMax’s repeated antics... Four tickets? Who are the other lucky ones? In this case, our lucky ones are actually lucky ladies: My Flo, always up for exploring the world with me on foot, camelback, or scooter, is obviously in on the fun. The other two seats went to our daughters, Sasha and Luna, both thrilled to be part of this new American adventure...

But what’s the American West like in February?... A gamble. Let’s call it Russian roulette since we’re not landing during peak weather season. That’s why we encouraged our transportation and accommodation to get cozy and produce a little camper van, so we can stay ultra-flexible in the face of any weather tantrums. We’ll be roaming in Kara the van with the motto "Follow the sun!" Bad weather? We bolt. Snow? We speed up. Sunny? We act like it was the plan all along and soak it up.

"Okay, but why keep coming back to the same corner of the globe? After ten American adventures, you must be tired of seeing the same things, right?" But I’m not crazy, you know!... The American West is like making love to your gorgeous wife over and over, always enjoying it just as much. And contrary to what you might think, the American West isn’t just the Grand Canyon, Monument Valley, Las Vegas, and Bryce Canyon. Proof is, after ten trips to the U.S., my retinas are still untouched by three-quarters of the places I scribbled on a napkin for this adventure... Oh, and add to that my wife, who I’ve easily converted to my religion, and boom... relapse is even easier! Because yes, we’ve landed in Los Angeles after a sunny flight over Greenland, still under Danish flag for now. And we’re already heading east through the XXL traffic of L.A.’s eight-lane highways, eager to dive into our first discoveries. But first, night is taking over the sky, and second, we’ve been officially awake for 24 hours, so I suggest wrapping up this intro. I’ll tell you more tomorrow morning. Sound good?



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Montagnard74 2 days ago
CAPE VERDE 2025: 3 weeks, 4 islands.
And we still haven’t seen everything! Before setting off for new horizons at the end of this year, it’s time for me to share my trip to Cape Verde this summer 2025.

I particularly love these spontaneous trips, and our stay in Cape Verde is one of those because it was only at the beginning of April that we decided on this getaway, which had been catching our eye for a while, given our love for the mountains.

As always—well, when it’s open—I turned to VF, and I want to immediately thank Marie, aka ptitortue, who helped me a lot in planning this trip through her travel journals and our exchanges!

Because Cape Verde is both small and vast! We decided not to rush from one airport to another, to enjoy the places and the people, but also to relax, since the work backlog from being stuck in May (see my previous travel journal 😅) had to be caught up on in June.

So, 4 islands will be our winners from 06/28 to 07/19:

Santiago first for logistical reasons, as round-trip flights from the capital Praia were the cheapest (650 €/person from Lyon via Lisbon with TAP, still!)

São Vicente, because it’s the gateway to the next one but ultimately more than that...

Santo Antão, pretty much the main goal of the trip since Marie (and the photos) had really sold it to me.

And finally, Sal Island, for some rest—a non-negotiable condition for my other half—and we’ll see that I should’ve listened to Marie...

That said, what a chatterbox I am—buckle up, flight attendants at the doors, off we go on new beautiful escapes! (Thanks to Sophie for the easy loan)

Last note for my eager fan club 😏: yes, there will be alcohol—how could there not be in the land of grogue!

It starts here:

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

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Songsam 3 days ago
Far from the daily grind*
Hello, Since I enjoy not only the countryside but also everything related to rail travel, I’m starting this photo thread dedicated to trains in Thailand (I’d guess most of us have taken one at some point...). Feel free to post your pictures here as long as they fit the theme: rolling stock**, stations**, platforms, tracks (even without a train on them), technical equipment, engineering structures (bridges, viaducts), etc.—all in Thailand. For each photo, I’ll (or you can) note the station or line where it was taken. Comments and questions are welcome.

* train ** interiors or exteriors

All aboard!
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Jojoone1 3 days ago
From the Awakening to Travel to Morocco in the 90s
As I’ve mentioned elsewhere, I inherited my love of travel from my parents and some of my grandparents. A strong passion, but one that was unfortunately limited by our family’s modest resources. Back then, living in northern Alsace, a simple trip to the southern part of the region—with the Wine Route as our destination—felt like an extraordinary journey to a land of plenty for the little boy I was in the late 60s and early 70s. Everything seemed so huge when you were still just a kid. Back then, I was overwhelmed by countless sensations—I was already highly sensitive, with a keen mind and a nose and taste buds that were developing like a pro’s. Which, as I’d later realize, wasn’t always an advantage.



Those magical days always began with a gentle late-spring or midsummer morning. The interior of the white Peugeot 404, license plate 210 LZ 67, had already soaked up the sun before the engine purred to life, and the cabin gave off a scent I could still recognize today—a fragrance I found so pleasant. Back then, I had no idea it was just the smell of warm plastic from the car’s interior. Yes, the scents of the 404 on sunny days became my madeleine de Proust... What’s more, the whole family was unusually cheerful because those moments of relaxation and leisure were rare. Everyone worked, and no one had an easy job or was well paid. Without the *Trente Glorieuses*, these experiences might never have happened.



Once we crossed the canton’s borders, I felt like I was light-years away from my everyday surroundings, and every kilometer plunged me deeper into *terra incognita*. It was thrilling. Far from my so-called "medium-sized" town, wheat fields, cornfields, and cabbage patches stretched out, punctuated by tall poles connected by long wires and topped with vegetation—like giant clotheslines without laundry, where magical beanstalks might grow to touch the sky. Back then, I was still far from tasting their product, which was simply beer. At the time, there was still a significant local hop production. Fun fact: it wasn’t until 2002 that Anglo-Saxon scientists proved hops and cannabis belong to the same biological family.

After the fields, the landscape took another step up as it rolled past the little boy’s eyes, often glued to the windows. First came modest hills, then a succession of rolling slopes that soon formed an unbroken chain. Their 700 meters in altitude felt like Himalayan peaks to me—impressive, inert giants, a whole new world. Gazing at them, an intense emotion welled up somewhere between my stomach and lungs, nearly taking my breath away. What mysteries, what treasures did these heights hold? And then there were the cherries on top—the crowning touch that made the scene even more magical: proud, majestic castles perched on the summits like impassive sentinels. Monuments from the past, yet firmly rooted in the present on their rocky spurs. The little boy’s eyes sparkled—he’d been given a castle for Christmas, complete with battlements, towers, a drawbridge, and fully armed knights. He’d watched and lived *Ivanhoe* on the only French TV channel that existed back then.

Only once did my paternal grandfather join us on one of these trips. A tall, intelligent man with a face that could shift from stern to mischievous, clearly full of humor and charisma. Sadly, his relationship with alcohol had taken a toll on his life and, by extension, those of his loved ones. He had a strong personality—if his boss crossed the line, he wouldn’t hesitate to punch him, which meant he went through a lot of different jobs. Back then, you could quit one job and easily find another. It was quite something to see him in his final stages, hallucinating pink elephants and even drinking perfume when he had nothing else left. The last time I saw him, he’d slipped away from the doctors and nurses while hospitalized in pretty bad shape—at least, I assume his liver was the issue. We were sitting down for a family lunch when the door burst open, and there he stood in his pajamas, eyes twinkling with mischief, clearly pleased with the dramatic entrance. That theatrical moment didn’t spare us from burying him a few months later at the age of 71. One day, my mother told me the family doctor had quietly remarked that it was a shame—with his robust constitution, he could’ve lived to be a hundred. Yes, the family doctor—this was the man who’d come treat you any day, at almost any hour, just for a phone call. It really existed, it’s not a myth!

That day, his wife—my paternal grandmother—was also along for the ride. Everyone agreed that Jeannette was a good woman. She worked as a waitress at *Le Tigre*, the biggest brasserie in town, right in the center. Most customers preferred to be served by her, including local dignitaries and even the mayor. As a kid, I didn’t find her very fun, open, or warm—she seemed a bit stern. Back then, women in their fifties already had the face and build of grandmothers. Same went for men, don’t get me wrong. I had no idea about the struggles she faced because of her husband. I didn’t know that 30 years earlier, she’d had to flee Alsace while pregnant, under threat from Nazi fighter-bombers. I didn’t know she’d had several miscarriages, and that my father—her only surviving child, born prematurely in March 1940 at the other end of France—weighed less than a kilo at birth and was so tiny he could fit in a shoebox. Hard to imagine he’d grow into a strapping man nearly 1.80 meters tall, tipping the scales at 100 kilos. When you come back from summer camp in early August and ask why she didn’t pick you up with your parents, and they gently tell you she’s "in heaven," you don’t realize she passed away at 54 after suffering greatly from stomach cancer that had spread.

Back to that family outing, that enchanted parenthesis. I even remembered where we’d had lunch when I passed through Dambach-la-Ville decades later. One of those charming, flower-filled towns Alsace produces in abundance—and preserves so well. This one sits high on a hill, and I was a bit stunned on the parking lot because the view stretched far, revealing the Alsace plain below—its fields, villages, hills, and forests. The world seemed so vast and enticing that day, even though I was only glimpsing a tiny fraction of it.



The region was already very touristy, but I wouldn’t notice the downsides until much later. That Sunday noon, I discovered a large restaurant filled with diners. I can still see the enormous piece of meat they served me, decorated with a little wooden skewer topped with a flag. I kept that one for a long time. Those were the golden days of rich, flowing, thick sauces—so flavorful—and the era of the world’s best fries, made on the spot with the best potatoes. To top it off, I was *exceptionally* allowed a small bottle of apple juice, Orangina, or—even better if possible—Sinalco. Yes, Sinalco—like Orangina, but better. A brand that must’ve disappeared in the 70s, but why, and what a shame! Since then, Orangina’s little bubbles have taken the brand to the other side of the planet—it’s now Japanese.

Year after year, I’d eagerly await that ecstatic moment when the most beautiful castle in Alsace, the Haut-Koenigsbourg, appeared in my field of vision. The perfect model, the archetype that blended into the landscape at the height of a child’s dreams. The trip home always felt like a reality check—less jarring than an alarm clock, but more diffuse and melancholic. From then on, there was only one wish: *When do we leave again?*
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Elis 3 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 3 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 4 days ago · 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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Fabhyène 4 days ago
3 weeks in Laos, stress-free
This trip was in 2023, but when I wanted to write my travel journal, VoyageForum was still closed to contributions. I had shared it on two other sites, though, whose ergonomics I don’t like as much. Now that I’ve just finished my Japan travel journal here, I thought I’d go ahead and repatriate my LAOS travel journal too—a destination we came back from completely enchanted.

Disclaimer 1: This is a written travel journal. There’ll be text! Too much, for some! Disclaimer 2: This is an illustrated travel journal. There’ll be photos! Too many, for some!

I have to say, every time I try to discipline myself, to keep it shorter, to use fewer photos... I end up adding more. It feels like my dear Aunt Nicole, who exhausted us with her slide-show evenings in the 70s/80s, decided to get her revenge. The upside for you, readers, is that you can sneak away anytime without offending Aunt Nicole. I won’t even notice!

Anyway, since I love maps, here’s one to give you an idea of where I’m taking you. As you can see, we only saw a tiny part of Laos (the areas circled in red); we only had 3 weeks for ourselves (my husband’s newly retired, I’m still working), and we prefer taking our time over rushing around like crazy.



In broad strokes, it’s very classic:

First, we “settled in” at Luang Prabang (8 days) because we wanted and needed to. From there, we took three days to make a little foray further north—not far in kilometers, but as we know, distances aren’t just measured in km! Then we flew south to Paksé, letting ourselves drift down to the 4,000 Islands while stopping by the pre-Angkorian archaeological sites. We finished up on the Bolaven Plateau.

A few practical details: We arrived via Bangkok, then took a Bangkok-Luang Prabang flight, having retrieved our luggage in Bangkok to check it in for Luang Prabang. No issues—the Bangkok airport, which many of you know, is very well organized. We got our visas on arrival in Luang Prabang. Quick, but to be fair, we were on a “small” plane, and the big flights had arrived earlier, so we weren’t too crowded in line! At the end of our trip, we didn’t leave from Paksé but from the nearby airport in Thailand, Ubon Ratchathani (a 2.5-hour drive from Paksé), to Bangkok and then Paris. You’ll notice we skipped Vientiane to stay longer in Luang Prabang. Still, it’s good to know there’s now a high-speed train (TGV) between Vientiane and Luang Prabang, and soon the Chinese-built train will go all the way to Bangkok and even Kuala Lumpur!

With that introduction out of the way, let’s dive into the heart of the matter. To be continued: Slowing down the pace... in Luang Prabang
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Gaura 4 days ago · 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 4 days ago · 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 4 days ago
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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Attila 4 days ago · AlineP
Storm in the Canary Islands
15 days across Gran Canaria, El Hierro, and a dash of Tenerife under the storm Thérèse!

The planned itinerary will be slightly disrupted...

(The version without discussions is here)
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Jcpo 4 days ago · AlineP
A week in Lanzarote at the end of September
Lanzarote Travel Journal

Trip Planning My partner and I are heading to Lanzarote in the Canary Islands for a week at the end of September. We chose this island over the more crowded ones for its volcanic landscapes and varied hikes. I booked everything through Expedia: our hotel stay, car rental, and Ryanair flight tickets from Marseille. It was the only way to get a direct flight. To make getting around easier, I picked a hotel right in the middle of the island from the wide selection on the site. It’s part of the Barceló chain—specifically, the "Barceló Teguise Beach Adults Only" hotel in Teguise Beach, which turned out to be a great choice.

Stay

Sunday, September 21 – Monday, 22 Departure It’s 2:15 PM, and we’re at the Avignon TGV station. Danielle picked us up earlier because of the weather—thunderstorms and heavy rain all the way to the station. The TGV was on time, and it only took 30 minutes to get to 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. The airline will get us to Lanzarote as soon as possible. We wait two hours, and Ryanair gives us a 4 € voucher as compensation. We reboard around 5:15 AM and take off at 6:00 AM. About 45 minutes to reach Lanzarote. After picking up our luggage, we head to the car rental desk. The counter in the terminal is closed, and we’re told to go to parking lot P4—it takes us a while to find it. I’m a little worried about the rental company’s reaction since we’re picking up the car seven hours later than planned, but it’s no 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 get a brand-new Toyota Aigo and head to the hotel. After checking in, we walk through the garden, past the large pool, to 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. Then we drive to Cueva de los Verdes, but there’s a big crowd and a long wait, so we decide to come back another day. Next, we visit Mirador del Río. This rocky viewpoint at the edge of the island has breathtaking cliffs dropping 500 meters into the ocean. The view is stunning and impressive. A panoramic bar lets you cool off while enjoying the scenery. We head back to the hotel for a short walk around the neighborhood and relax by the pool—the water temperature is perfect. Loungers, pool, and downtime. Dinner is a varied buffet at the restaurant. We turn in early to recover from the sleepless night.

Tuesday, 23 After a good night’s sleep, we enjoy another varied and hearty breakfast. The terrace seating is really nice. We take an inland road to Timanfaya National Park. The road near the park runs alongside vineyards, where the vines are protected from the wind by low stone walls made of lava rock. Our first stop is the visitor center, where the island’s volcanic activity is well-documented. Then we stop at an area where you can take a short camel ride—two seats are set up on either side of the camel’s hump. The ride gives you a great view of the volcanic landscape from above. The price is reasonable: 11 € per person for a 20-minute ride. We continue to the park entrance, taking the road to the parking lot where the buses depart—the only vehicles allowed on 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 the volcanic area and its many craters. The drive is very interesting, with several stops for photos. At the parking lot, a guide shows us how hot the rocks are under the surface—they can ignite dry vegetation. Water poured into holes in the ground immediately turns into steam geysers. 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.

We return to the hotel in the late afternoon and have dinner.

Wednesday, 24 We get up early and have a quick breakfast—there aren’t many people 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 solidified on the surface while continuing to flow underneath. The tunnels stretch 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 the marks left by the flowing lava—different colors and twisted shapes. At the end of the route, 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, designed by Manrique. There are beautifully arranged bar and restaurant spaces, and an underground lake where you can see small blind white crabs—a protected species in the very pure water. Higher up, there’s a lovely space with a central pool that could double as a swimming pool, surrounded by pure 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. There’s a gap in the lava landscape with the ocean in the distance. We head back to the village of Yé, at the foot of the La Corona volcano. A 160-meter walk from the church, a path through vineyard plots leads up to the volcano’s crater in about 30 minutes. It’s the island’s highest volcano. At the crater’s edge, you can see how deep it is, with steep slopes inside forming a large circular opening. The place is grand and awe-inspiring. We drive back to the hotel via a road that climbs quickly, offering a beautiful view of the island’s north.

Thursday, 25 After another enjoyable and varied breakfast, we head to the center of the island to the volcano park and stop at a roadside parking lot where a path leads to the Montana Cuervo volcano. This is a crater with an opening on one side. During an eruption, an explosion blew a hole in the crater. Huge blocks of rock were thrown dozens of meters away. The path goes through the breach and down into the crater, letting you walk around it. It’s impressive—you really feel small and fragile in this environment. The crater walls are different colors, highlighting 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 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 pretty viewpoint over the salt marshes with different water colors. A small shop sells local products. Then we head to the famous Papagayo beach. The road ends at a gate 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 on 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 nice temperature. The setting is peaceful and pleasant. We stay for a while before heading back to the hotel.

Friday, 26 We start with a visit to the César Manrique Foundation in Tahiche. It was originally one of his homes. The modern, multi-level building is integrated into the lava flow, using natural gaps to create living spaces. Large windows make the rooms bright and open to the scenery. The place is lovely, with flower-filled gardens outside. It’s definitely worth a visit. Next, we drive to Las Grietas, where a path leads to a narrow crack in the volcanic rock—only one person can pass through at a time. The passage isn’t very long, but progress is slow because of all the selfies being taken. Then we stop at Casa del Campesino, a renovated farm with 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 Playa de Famara, a beautiful, wide beach at the foot of high cliffs. There are always big waves here, making it a surfer’s paradise. On the way back to the hotel, we stop at the cactus garden—the last creation by César Manrique. It’s designed with great aesthetic sense around an old windmill and features 4,500 varieties of cacti in a beautiful space. We return to the hotel in the late afternoon and have dinner.

Saturday, 27 After another hearty breakfast, we head north to Haria. We stumble upon another house where César Manrique lived for a long time. This one is more traditional than the last, but still has large, modern, and comfortable rooms. At the back of the garden is his spacious studio, where he created his works. Next, we visit the craft market—this was our original plan. There are various stalls selling local goods, and it’s very crowded. No room at the café terraces to sit down. Then we return to Famara beach for a long stay. The waves are still great for surfers, and the water temperature is perfect—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 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, 28 We spend the morning by the hotel pool before checking out at noon. For lunch, we go to a restaurant called "Doña Lola" near the hotel, with a terrace overlooking the coast. We order tuna carpaccio, which is delicious. Then we head to the airport, just 15 minutes away. We return the rental car and go to the airport. There’s a long line to check in our luggage. The return flight is on time. We take the shuttle bus to Saint-Charles station. Then we 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—carrying the luggage up to the third floor. The studio is nice, clean, and simply furnished—perfect for one night.
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Calisson94 5 days ago
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 5 days ago · 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 last week
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 last week
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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6cha38 2 weeks ago · Xialin
Retour sur notre voyage en famille de Denver à Yellowstone
Bonjour,

Je me lance dans un CR de notre boucle, somme toute assez classique, Denver-Yellowstone-Denver cet été du 24 juillet au 17 août. Vu la multitude de CR déjà existant ou en cours d’écriture, et n’ayant ni la qualité d'écriture ni celle des photos de beaucoup d’entre vous, je me contenterai, enfin surtout j'essaierai, d'être pragmatique pour vous faire partager notre ressenti notamment sur certains parcs ou lieu un peu moins visités.

Je tiens tout d'abord à remercier tous ceux qui, par leurs CR, blogs, sites, commentaires ou autres, nous ont permis de bâtir au mieux ce programme, qui, avec le recul, aurait encore pu être optimisé : une déception pour plusieurs belles découvertes, mais parfois survolées faute de temps. De quoi revenir dans le secteur !

Nous voyageons avec nos 4 ados (ou presque) de 18, 16, 14 et quasiment 12 ans. Ce qui nécessite, afin que le voyage soit agréable pour tous, non seulement certains compromis de part et d’autre (raccourcir une visite pour profiter plus longuement d’une baignade, se lever aux aurores...) mais aussi de bien prendre en compte certains aspects logistiques qui pourraient vite devenir chronophages sans un minimum d’organisation (lessives, courses, rangement des bagages…). Parce que mine de rien, je crois qu’on a du « visiter » tous les Walmart implantés sur notre parcours !!! La faute à une absence de frigo dans certains logements et surtout à une place très très limitée dans la voiture ne permettant pas d’avoir une glacière digne de ce nom. Je reviendrai par ailleurs sur l’épisode voiture.

Pour les logements, nous avons cette année alterné cabines basiques dans des KOA et Yellowstone (quand plus d’1 nuit au même endroit) et hôtels. Toujours avec piscine (sauf Yellowstone bien sûr), ce qui permet aux enfants de se défouler (parce qu’ils ont toujours de la réserve même après des journées bien chargées!) et nous, il faut bien l’avouer, de nous détendre. Pas de souci de Wifi, nous avons tous un forfait avec 25 GO d'internet (un grand merci à Gilles pour le super plan à 0,99 €). Cela a très bien fonctionné, même les SMS et appels de portable à portable (aucun coût supplémentaire).

J’en viens à notre circuit : comme je le disais, boucle classique Denver-Yellowstone-Denver. Pour ne pas trop survoler les parcs et ne pas passer notre temps à courir, nous avons privilégié de loger au plus près de ceux-ci en restant au moins 2 nuits au même endroit. Et je dois dire que c’est très appréciable de se poser, même si ce n’est que pour 2 nuits. Cela permet aussi de composer avec la météo, pas toujours au top lors de ce voyage. La contre-partie, la durée des vacances n’étant malheureusement pas extensible, est que certaines étapes ont parfois été longues : on le savait, mais le fait d’être dans un rythme cool, sans contrainte horaire (ne pas me demander de timing, je ne me soucie pas de l’heure en vacances sauf le matin pour lever toute la troupe si je ne veux pas que le départ soit à midi…), nous a parfois fait faire des journées à rallonge.

Ceci étant posé, j’attaque le voyage en lui-même dans le prochain post.
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Sinforosa 2 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 2 weeks ago · Sandrita24
Andalousie en famille et à 2 familles avec voiture, fin avril 2019
Bonjour à tous,

De retour d'une quinzaine de jours en Andalousie j'ai envie de partager cette expérience avec vous, peut être que ca pourra être utile dans la préparation d'un voyage. Je commence par un petit récap sur ce post et j'essaierai de continuer ensuite avec des photos et des détails sur les journées (j'ai encore du travail de tri pour les photos) ; j'espère que je ne serai pas trop ennuyeux 😎

Les conditions du voyage :

du 20 avril au 4 mai 2019 :

7 jours sur la côte de la Luz (el puerto de santa maria) en air bnb,

4 jours à la jonction entre la costa del sol et la costa tropical (Salobrena) en air bnb

3 jours au cabo de gata pour le repos en camping à Los Escullos

Deux familles de 4, chacune avec sa voiture perso : 3 garçons de 9 ans et une fille de 6 ans. Une famille plutôt ville et découverte (c'est pas nous mais on se soigne) et une famille plutôt farniente / nature (ca c'est nous). On parle un peu espagnol.

Plus de 5 000 km, dont 2 500 pour le trajet aller retour depuis Carcassonne.

Le temps : variable mais on s'attendait à mieux dans cette région toute fin avril : on a eu un parfois froid la première semaine sur la côte de la Luz (< 20 °C) et ensuite il a fait plus chaud sans excès la deuxième semaine (<25°C). Au moins on n'a pas eu trop de pluie

Notre budget : environ 2600 € par famille :

700 € pour les nuitées, soit 50 € par nuit,

1000 € pour les repas / restau. Au restau on s'en sortait généralement pour 50 € / famille, on mangeait au resto le midi (sauf 2/3 pique nique) et à la maison le soir en essayant d'être de retour pour 18H00)

600 € pour les sorties : rio tinto, un spectacle de flamenco, les visites de l'alhambra, giralda et alcazar, les parc oasis avec repas, la sortie kayak

300 € pour l'essence et péage

préparation : quelques mois à l'avance avec les résa des nuitées et de l'alhmabra / giralda / Alcazar. Quelques guides de voyage (j'aime bien le guide « évasion » pour initier la prépa. Géoguide est bien sans plus mais c'est le routard de nos amis qui a le plus servi. Egalement 3 mois de préparation / révision à l'espagnol avec Mosalingua (méthode de répétition très bien faite, 10 minutes / jours max). Téléchargement de Maps me et de la carte d'Andalousie à l'avance, indispensable. Et enfin tricount pour faire le décompte des dépenses avec les amis, c'est très pratique.

Qu'avons nous fait / vu:

3 visites de villes (Séville, Grenade et Cadix) + Malaga pour les amis, (on, a mis le véto sur Cordoue, ca aurait fait trop de ville pour nous)

4 villages blancs (Vejer de la frontera, Arcos de la frontera, Grazamela, Ronda) + Tarifa pour les amis,

des plages (Tarifa et Bolonia, matalascanas, Nerja, el Cabo de gata)

des petits moments nature et divertissement : le parc de la donana, une sortie kayak le long de la côte rocheuse près de Nerja et le parc Far west / animalier dans le désert de Tabernas.

un peu de culture : les mines de rio tintos, le site archéologique d'Italica, les caravelles de Christophe Colomb, la grotte de Nerja pour nous et le musée Picasso à Malaga pour les amis, le séchage du jambon dans les Alpujarras pour les amis.

Nos coups de cœur

Nerja et les quelques villages autour : la côte rocheuse est vraiment sympa on a adoré la sortie en Kayak même si pour le snorkeling l'eau était bien froide. Les plages sont abritées du vent, le village est agréable et bien sûr la grotte est exceptionnelle.

El Rocio et le parc de la Donana. Ambiance hors du temps un peu western à El Rocio, on y serait bien resté un jour ou deux ; le calme et les odeurs de pin nous ramènent dans les landes

Ce qui nous a moyennement plu :

les mines de rio tinto : pas passionnant ni extraordinaire d'autant que le flots de paroles ininterrompus des guides espagnols gachent un peu ce moment de « nature ».

Nos petits regrets (qu'on note pour une prochaine fois) :

avoir oublié nos passeports et n'avoir pas pu aller passer une journée à Tanger depuis Tarifa,

avoir manqué d'une journée autour de Nerja pour aller passer une journée de Snowboard dans la sierra Nevada à à peine 1H30 de route (que nous a proposé l'excursionniste de kayak)

ne pas avoir passé au moins une nuit à El rocio pour aller explorer le parc de la Donana au petit matin

Antequerra avec l'embalse du guadalhorce et le caminito del rey (mais il fallait refaire 2h00 de route et on n'avait pas le courage)

Mes impressions générales et personnelles à chaud sur l'Andalousie et l'Espagne

sur les paysages : un sentiment de concentration un peu extrême parfois d'une mono activité sur un territoire : champs d'olivier à perte de vue sur le trajet, les fermes éoliennes de la côte de la Luz (que j'ai trouvé bien intégrées), les lignes d'immeubles le long de la costa del sol (burk, heureusement qu'on ne s'y est pas arrêté), les champs de serres autour d'Alméria (dommage d'avoir gelé la côte sur autant de km), le port industriel de Huelvas tellement étendu, ...

D'ailleurs en traversant le pays ce qui nous a étonné par rapport à la France c'est la relative absence de hameaux, les villages sont bien délimités et la population s'y concentre laissant de vastes paysages sans présence humaine, alors qu'en France on trouve des habitations un peu partout.

Enfin sur les routes : relativement peu de péages, alors certes les aires de repos sont moins bien aménagées que chez nous mais les routes sont en bon état et notre porte feuille était plutôt content. D'ailleurs les routes sont plutôt rectilignes avec un nombre incalculable de ponts et tunnels : l'avantage (outre le fait qu'on se déplace rapidement) c'est qu'il y a relativement peu de routes secondaires qui viennent impacter le paysage.

pour le tourisme et les activités : une très grande variété et richesse. Le sentiment que chacun trouvera des choses à faire selon ses goûts et qu'en 15 jours on est loin d'avoir épuisé nos envies. Et c'est incroyable comment dans une région on passe vite de la côte aux sommets enneigés (la sierra Nevada), des cultures au désert (le Tabernas). Et bien sûr le mélange des cultures européennes et arabe dans l'architecture dans une même ville est très agréable.

Petit regret c'est d'avoir relativement peu échangé avec les locaux, on est mal tombé pour ca sur nos air bnb dommage. On était bien reçu par les différents commerçants par contre, très compréhensifs sur mon espagnol approximatif:-) .

Au final je pense que notre choix de nous poser sur la côte de luz et ensuite près de Nerja étaient bons : on a pu rayonner pas trop mal (même si on a fait de km bien sûr) et on était dans des environnement vraiment sympa. Et les 3 jours de repos total ensuite au cabo de gata ont été les bienvenus.

Si vous préférez ou pouvez faire des pauses moins longues vous pouvez essayez de dormir sur El Roccio (facile pour aller à Séville et permet la visite matinale du parc de la donana) et pourquoi pas aussi à Grazamela pour faire une rando dans la sierra (mais à improviser car dépend de la météo)... Et bien sûr Tarifa pour un aller retour Tanger et journée à Gibraltar.

a bientôt pour des détails sur les différentes journées et quelques photos

Laurent
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Fabhyène 3 weeks ago · Sinforosa
Elle voit des géants partout! (Ducasse d’Ath, Belgique, août 2018)
La fantaisie et le dépaysement sont quelquefois tout près de chez vous ! J’aime aller aux quatre coins de la planète, mais il peut y avoir aussi tout un monde à peine plus loin que le coin de votre rue… et même le bout de votre nez ! Je vais donc vous raconter en image la belle kermesse d’Ath, que nous avons découverte seulement en août dernier, alors que nous sommes voisins (nous habitons Lille)

J'aurais pu sous-titrer ce carnet: "Ferme eut’bouc tin nez va quer eud’dans"; c'est une expression en langue picarde, littéralement « Ferme ta bouche ton nez va tomber dedans », qui se dit à une personne ébahie, et ébahie je l'ai été!!! Ooooooooh, des géants ! Ah comme je les aime ! Dans le Nord nous avons beaucoup de ces géants, comme Reuze Papa et Reuze Maman à Cassel, ou encore Gayant, Marie et leurs enfants Binbin, Jacquot et Fillon à Douai, et bien d’autres encore.

Hein ? Quoi ? Chavez po quo qu’ch’est qu’in Géant deuch’Nord?

Et bien c’est un héros bienveillant, une figure légendaire, un protecteur, un symbole, qui est lié à une ville et qui la parcourt en marchant et en dansant au moment du carnaval ou de la fête locale… La tradition serait née au Portugal au 13ème siècle (en tout cas c’est là qu’on en a les premiers témoignages), puis on les rencontre dans les Pays bas à partir du 15ème siècle. Dans le Nord, les plus anciens sont Gayant et Marie de Douai (16ème siècle) mais on en a vu beaucoup de nouveaux apparaître depuis les années 80, avec le revival des carnavals… Bon en pratique c’est un grand personnage (ou figure animale) qui mesure plusieurs mètres; la structure est en osier, le corps est souvent en papier mâché mais la tête peut être en bois comme à Ath (bois de tilleul), et les vêtements et les accessoires sont de tissu, cuir et bois. La robe évasée (pour les géants mâles comme femelles) permet à un ou des porteurs de se glisser sous le géant pour le déplacer à la seule force des bras, épaules et jambes, et même lui faire faire des pas de danse ! Il y a plus de 1500 géants en Belgique et 450 dans les Hauts de France, très majoritairement dans les départements du Nord et du Pas de Calais.

A Ath des géants il y en a … PLEIN ! Je n’en ai jamais vu autant en même temps. Et chacun d'entre eux n'est porté que par un seul homme à la fois (à l’exception de Bayard, vous verrez plus loin pourquoi), alors que la structure pèse plus de 100 kilos… les porteurs se succèdent donc rapidement ! La Ducasse d’Ath et ses géants sont inscrits au patrimoine culturel immatériel de l’humanité depuis 2008, comme éléments des « Géants et dragons processionnels de Belgique et de France ». La ducasse d’Ath est de surcroît remarquable par son ancienneté, et son ancrage local ; il est fait mention d’une procession dès 1399, et aujourd’hui les nombreuses compagnies musicales sont encore locales (Ath et communes avoisinantes). Le rendez-vous est extrêmement populaire : une bonne partie de la population est là, toutes générations confondues… Tous connaissent les groupes, chars et géants, et chacun a son préféré ! A l’origine, ce sont des groupes religieux qui défilaient et illustraient des épisodes de la Bible ou de la Légende dorée. Puis progressivement le défilé s’est sécularisé et n’a cessé d’évoluer en intégrant de nouveaux géants, des personnages historiques ou des allégories, en lien avec l’histoire locale (Ath, Hainaut belge, Belgique).



Enfin, les très beaux chars sont tous tirés par de magnifiques chevaux de trait, et ça c’est extraordinaire ! Le conseil communal est lui-même embarqué dans de belles calèches qui closent le défilé.

Pour finir avec cette longue introduction, sachez que la Ducasse d’Ath dure plusieurs jours mais que le point culminant en est la procession extrêmement codifiée qui a lieu le 4ème dimanche d’Août (en fait la procession passe 2 fois, une le matin et une l’après-midi).

Alors, ch’est parti !

En ce dimanche 26 août, nous voici donc à Ath en début d’après-midi pour voir la procession. Quel engouement populaire ! Chacun arbore les couleurs de la ville (violet, jaune et blanc), souvent avec un collier de tissu torsadé. Tout le monde est content, souriant, depuis le bambin hilare jusqu’à la guillerette centenaire, qui boit sa bière avec le cousin aux joues rubicondes et la jolie nièce blondinette aux brins d’juda (aux tâches de rousseur). ça s’apostrophe, ça rigole, ça chantonne, ça se congratule dans tous les coins.

Les gens commencent à se positionner aux endroits stratégiques du parcours, à savoir des endroits élargis où les géants vont s’arrêter pour exécuter une danse, sous les flonflons des fanfares qui les accompagnent. Et des fanfares, y’en a, au moins une par géant et par char !

L’attente passe vite dans cette ambiance joyeuse. A un moment, la musique se fait plus forte, et voici qu’apparaît enfin le premier géant ! Il s’agit de « l’aigle à deux têtes », sur lequel un bambin (un vrai) est assis, bien sécurisé sur sa petite chaise.

Présent dans le cortège depuis la fin du 17ème siècle, il n’avait au départ qu’une tête (normal, quoi) et accompagnait la confrérie des tailleurs. Il gagna une deuxième tête lors de la visite royale de 1854 (allez savoir pourquoi !). Il est haut de 3 mètres 30, et il pèse 115 kilos (sans l’enfant). Tous les hommes que vous voyez en blanc sont des porteurs qui se relaient. Sa danse consiste à faire tourner sur lui-même l’oiseau… on se dit que ch’tiot là haut doit avoir la tête qui tourne !





Puis, c’est la « barque des pêcheurs napolitains ». C’est un char magnifique, qui représente un navire et aux gréements duquel des jolis marins sont accrochés. Ce char apparut dans le défilé pour la première fois en 1856.

Il est suivi d’un géant humain, juché sur des échasses. C’est « Saint christophe de Flobech », qui tient un bâton fleuri et porte le Christ sur ses épaules (là ce n’est pas un vrai enfant !). Apparu au 19ème siècle, il disparut ensuite du cortège avant d’y être réintroduit en 1976.



Voici maintenant la compagnie des « Bleus », revêtus de l’uniforme français. Cette compagnie est l’héritière de l’ancienne compagnie des canonniers-arquebusiers, et elle ponctue son défilé de salves !



A suivre: le géant Samson!
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Mathews 3 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 4 weeks ago
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 4 weeks ago
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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Serow 4 weeks ago
Densha Otaku - Lesser-Known Regions
Autumn 2025 marks my 11th trip to Japan. I’ve neglected the south for too long, so like last year, it’s my main destination again.

We’ll revisit some familiar spots, but of course, we’ll also try plenty of new things. This trip feels a bit strange—no more of that initial magic, but on the other hand, we’ve really explored some off-the-beaten-path and private locations. The variety of regions, landscapes, and vehicles I’ve photographed is pretty remarkable. In search of vintage trains and threatened lines, I think my future trips will follow the same vibe.

After the 2017 and 2024 travel journals, it’s time to dive into Japan’s lesser-known side—all by public transport, of course. Day 1, arrival in Tokyo

The timing won’t be like other years since we arrive at Narita in the mid-afternoon after a layover in Hong Kong.

The only real mission for this afternoon is picking up tickets for the next day. And already, the first travel stress: I’ll have to rewrite the entire day because the Revaty Kinu 109 to Kinugawaonsen is fully booked, just like all the morning trains. So instead of a relaxed start exploring Ueno, I’m back to scrutinizing schedules. I manage to snag something last-minute after struggling for hours. Then, I wait for a message from Seiichi to meet up for dinner. Meeting friends on the first day and staying up late with jet lag—like I said, this trip isn’t like the others.

A great evening at a place I love.







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