Voici mon récit après 3 semaines (et 2 jours) en Nouvelle-Calédonie du 18/10 au 14/11/18. Je m'excuse par avance des fautes d’orthographe. Je continuerai la rédaction petit à petit. C'est parti !
Prix total du voyage (3900€ environ dont 1500€ pour le billet Etihad, et en comptant les cadeaux 400€ environ)
Départ CDG : Arrivé à l'enregistrement on me demande le visa (que je n'ai pas bien entendu) car je reste plus de 8h en transit sur le territoire australien, puis il me dit qu'il peut le faire en express moyennant 43€... Forcément pris de panique je paie (mais c'est gratuit à la base). Bref finalement après cet épisode, je décolle pour Abu Dhabi, environ 6h30 de vol, A380 avec Etihad, avion qu'on ne présente plus, vraiment le meilleur des avions... Compagnie pas mal, mais finalement sans plus comparé à Emirates... Pour l'aéroport, rien de spécial, du grand classique, duty-free et tout le blabla.
Je n'ai eu "que" 2h d'escale, puis départ pour Melbourne, 13/14h de vol environ. B787 bien plus étroit que l'A380. Rien de spécial à raconter ici.
On reconnait l'aile incurvé des avions nouvelle gén'
Melbourne et ses 9h d'escales ... horrible, arrivé à 5h du matin sous la pluie, donc autant dire pas la motivation de sortir "visiter" la ville, puis fatigué du voyage, j'ai bien tenté de dormir mais rien n'y a fait. On tourne en rond, on visite les mêmes duty-free encore et encore, petit déj chez Burger King, déj chez Burger King...
Il est 14h30 enfin ! dernier vol de 3h30 pour Nouméa.. la fin du supplice approche.
Arrivé à Nouméa, je suis le premier à sortir, le mec de la douane check rapidement mes bagages (surtout les bouteilles d'alcools pour le cousin sur place).
Pour finir j’arrive en Nouvelle-Calédonie ... le cousin me prépare un bon repas à base de poisson frais (je ne saurais quel poisson), un vrai régal. Mais à partir de 22h je commence à piquer du nez à table (j'ai réussi à dormir environ 2h sur le dernier vol ce qui m'a permis de tenir un peu).
1er jour : réveil vers 6h à cause du jetlag, tout le monde se réveil vers 8h30/9h. Petite journée tranquille à boire de la bière au Bout du monde et à visiter un peu Nouméa. Le soir énorme langouste porcelaine de +5KG.
2ème jour : réveil 6h30 encore à cause du jetlag. J'ai mon avion à 10h pour Ouvéa. Mon cousin vit à 5min de Magenta. Il me dépose 30min avant le départ. Je retire un peu de cash (20.000) mais la CB atteint vite le plafond (yo no se??). J'avais 200€ en cash sur moi également au cas où. Durant le vol, une vue absolument incroyable sur les 25km de plage !
A l'aérodrome d'Ouvéa, je vois la voiture du camping Chez Dydyce. Je monte dedans, j'arrive au camping, j'installe ma tente sous un arbre et départ pour la plage (12h environ).
Je conseille vraiment cette tente, mieux qu'une 2 secondes à mon sens...
La plage ... que dire ... rarement vue une plage pareil (pourtant j'en ai faites plusieurs dans ma vie). 25km de plage "entièrement" vide ... l'île porte bien son nom (l’île la plus proche du paradis) !
Attention à pas déranger ses voisins ... !
Vers 14h auto-stop pour le pont de Mouli. Cet endroit est époustouflant (pour éviter la répétition). Une plage de part et d'autre séparée par un pont. Ça tombe profond rapidement d'où le dégradé de couleurs. Pleins de poissons, requins, raies en veux-tu en voilà ...
Pour info j'y étais pendant leur période d'accouplement des raies, du coup on les voyait sauter (je ne savais pas que ça sautait).
Pluie vers 15h30 qui sonne le glas de la journée ! retour au camping en stop, direction la douche puis l'épicerie de la station essence : attention les prix sont à la hauteur de la beauté de l'île. Pour info, un paquet de pâte premier prix de chez premier prix, sauce Buittoni, une conserve de thon/mayo, une bière, un paquet de chips, et une barre chocolaté > 23€ Vous êtes prévenus !
3ème jour : falaise de Lékiny avec un guide du camping du même nom ... comme partout en NC, une arnaque déguisé ... compté 20€ pour un truc que vous pouvez faire vous-même. Néanmoins c'est quand même assez beau, on se balade sur un zone protégée. Le reste de la journée a été passé au pont de Mouli. Le « guide » est là surtout pour contrôler la baignade à la fin de la visite. Journée super ensoleillée.
4ème jour : location de scooter (35€)...
..Et direction le nord pour visiter plusieurs trucs : la plage de Tibériade, le trou "Bleu", le restaurant "Soleil Levant" (très bon et pas très cher 15/20€ pour plat dessert), passage devant le Mémorial d'Ouvéa :’( puis retour à la pointe sud de l'île comme un taré pour aller nager au niveau du platier et de la balise. Malheureusement pour moi le temps n'a pas été au RDV ce jour-ci et j'ai eu du ciel gris + pluie quasi toute la journée.
Du thazard, donc pas de risque de gratte !
5ème jour : je me lève tôt et j'en profite pour matraquer de photo le sud de l'île au niveau du pont une dernière fois.
Départ pour Lifou avec Air Loyauté à 11h30 !
Arrivé sur l'île une demi-heure plus tard, location de voiture à la sortie de l'aéroport chez Auto Pro. Petite 107 toute neuve pour une moyenne de 45/50€ par jour environ. Je conseille vivement de louer une voiture sur cette île. Elle est très grande (taille de la Martinique pour info).
Visite de Kiki Beach (Xenephe, prononcez Rénépé), on doit (encore) payer 500 XPF (1€ = 120 XPF) pour traverser un jardin : Compter une bonne demi-heure de marche à travers la forêt/jungle. Vaut mieux avoir de bonnes chaussures. Je n’avais pas pris mes baskets, à la place je portais des « crocs » made in Lidl ou du genre, et bien usée. Je n’en pouvais plus, j’avais trop trop mal aux pieds. La roche est en fait du corail, donc bien tranchante... Et là WOOOOOOOOOAW, la vue est à couper le souffle !
Pour information je crois qu'à cause de la marée mieux vaut y aller l'après-midi, sinon la """plage""" est submergée parait-il ...
On descend par la petite échelle et on arrive sur une première """plage""", puis il y en a une seconde encore plus petite.
Je suis resté sur cette plage fantastique pour le reste de la journée. Vers 16h retour à la voiture, puis passage au Corail (sorte de Monoprix) ou on trouve de tout "globalement" (sans être trop difficile hein). Puis direction le camping Hukukepe à l'autre bout de l'île (presque tout au sud), presque une bonne heure de route finalement.
Camping sympa, peu fréquenté avec une vue totalement folllllllle sur la plage de Luengoni.
Le camping est à 1h de route d'à peu près tout ... mais le décor en vaut la peine...
Petit coin cuisine avec pas mal d'ustensiles, frigo ect ... WC ok mais à nettoyer soit même. Et ho, douche eau chaude (tiède). Propreté de la douche : moyen mais on s'en fou. Il y a une petite famille Belge adorable. Tous le séjour nous avons mangé et échangé sur nos journées le soir tous ensemble. Lui avait son frère sur place en NC, il était déjà venu et connaissait bien Lifou.
Merci beaucoup ! J'en profite pour rajouter une photo du vol entre Ouvéa et Lifou quand même ... ce n'est pas un trajet que l'on fait tous les jours lol !
génial, une destination qui n'avait pas encore éveillée mon attention, mais qui, de la façon dont tu décris ton voyage, les conditions, me donne très très envie.
vite, vite la suite
laurence
Je vous lis de temps en temps sur VF, sur des Destinations "communes"...
génial, une destination qui n'avait pas encore éveillée mon attention...
Eh ben je vous engage vivement à vous Y intéresser! En 30ans de voyages individuels, assurément un de mes Tops: Okay des paysages maritimes de "ouf de chez ouf" (préservés en ++++), mais encore des cultures Locales Mélanésienne & Caldoche (architecture, coutumes, traditions, mode de vie, artisanat...) si passionnantes, vibrantes, inspirantes et attachantes et une Cuisine absolument fantastique.Territoire de France, la NC est à 16762....lieues de la Métropole!
Je ne doute pas que le CR de Farid ne séduise votre curiosité voyageuse.
6ème jour : Départ pour les falaises de Jokin (retour au Nord du coup). Superbe vue sur le corail et les falaises. Il y a un escalier pour descendre tout en bas et qui permet de nager et y faire du snorkeling; ce que je ferai plus tard.
Ensuite direction la piscine naturelle : aïe, définition d’être au mauvais endroit au mauvais moment.
Sur la route je croise plein de gens (des australiens en fait), à pied, en car, en navette ... Bref le paquebot venait d'accoster. J'arrive à la piscine naturelle, je fais la visite de l'église au sommet (très belle vue, gâchée par le paquebot sur la baie) et bien sûr remplis d'Australiens. Je n'ai rien contre eux, mais je n'ai pas payé un billet d'avion 1500€ pour ça (pensez à installer une app genre Marine Traffic pour voir en temps réel les bateaux à proximité des îles). Anyway, j'arrive à la "piscine", plein de monde partout, dehors, dedans ect. Et les kanaks improvisent un stand où la baignade est à 5€. Bien sûr les autres jours c'est gratuit et il n'y a personne. Du coup demi-tour et je file visiter la grotte du Diable près de l'aéroport.
Bof, le prix abusif est de 20€, je réussi à négocier 9€. Un gamin me fait faire la visite. Rien d'exceptionnel très honnêtement, si vous avez du temps à perdre why not, sinon passez votre chemin.
Sur le retour je croise un chemin vers une plage ? en face de l'hôtel/resto Oasis de Kiamu.
Petite plage vide avec plein plein de corail...on est vraiment au paradis.
Après une baignade, je finis la journée sur Luengoni en snorkeling près du rocher (et ailleurs). Petite parenthèse : il y a 2 ans, 2 infirmières ont nagé près du rocher, une seule est revenue sur la plage…
Gardez en tête que ces coins de paradis (peu importe l’endroit sur Terre) peuvent à de très très rares occasions devenir dramatiques. Ce n’est pas la première fois qu’on entend ce genre d’histoire (cf. Anse Lazio en 2011…).
Petit aparté : sur Lifou j'ai eu des difficultés à m'orienter. D'une part j'avais beaucoup de mal à me situer sur la carte (allez savoir...), d'autre part le chemin est indiqué près des gros ronds-points puis... plus rien ! Il y a souvent des bifurcations et là c'était au pif, et très souvent je prenais le mauvais chemin...
En dehors des photos, ce sont les détails pratiques et tes impressions dans les descriptions qui nous permettent d'imaginer un futur voyage en évitant les aleas. Bravo, un carnet comme je les aime ! Laurence
7ème jour : visite des falaises de Xodre tout au sud (pas loin de mon camping). Arrivé au "parking", un kanak me demande si je peux le déposer à une épicerie en voiture pour qu'il achète des bières (il avait envie d'une bonne bière fraîche, à 10h30 lol). Bon, gentil comme je suis je fais l'effort, je vais même jusqu'à lui acheter son breuvage à l'épicerie car il était pieds nus ! Dans ce petit commerce je tombe sur du Vinho Verde (vin portugais) dont je raffole personnellement, qui était vendu 15€, contre moins de 4€ en France. Je n'aurais jamais pensé en trouver ici ! Vive la mondialisation !
1995/120=16€, ça a un coût la mondialisation mine de rien...
Je passe en caisse et je remonte dans la voiture; les caissières rigole avec mon passager (tout le monde ce connait sur Lifou j'imagine). Le monsieur était très sympathique, durant le court trajet on a évoqué le référendum à venir pour l'indépendance ect ...il m'a même laissé une bière en partant.
Je visite les falaises tranquillement, le spectacle est sympa.
Je pense que quand la mer est plus agitée c'est encore plus impressionnant. Attention, prévoyez de bonne chaussure quand même, la roche (comme partout sur cette île) fait mal au pieds.
Sur le retour, je croise des kanaks à priori déjà ivres, mais super gentils, dont un qui avait fait son service militaire en France, avec une grosse feuille de cannabis tatouée sur le visage. On parle 5/10min. Ils m'offrent une bière en partant (ma seconde déjà avant midi !). Les kanaks sur les îles sont très gentils et accueillants, je ne sais pas à Nouméa et sur la Grande Terre, je n'en ai pas vraiment croisé, mais on m'a souvent mis en garde. Par contre très souvent ils sentaient l’alcools à 100m (mais pas forcément méchant). Je tiens à dire que ceux qui avaient vécus en France semblaient plus « ouverts » et plus « compréhensifs ». Ils savent que la vie dans la métropole n’est pas toujours facile.
Vers 13h je mange au Tamanou Beach : du thazard avec l'accompagnement classique : riz, papaye rappée, patate douce et petite sauce. Excellent. Je recommande et en plus il y a le wifi.
Je termine ma journée à la Baie de Chateaubriand là où se trouve l'hôtel Drehu Village. Ça a été la plage la moins belle que j'ai visité à Lifou.
La baie est quand même sympa !
Mais bon ça reste une très belle plage à visiter si vous avez un petit moment. De mémoire on ne peut pas observer le coucher de soleil car il se couche derrière. Petit crochet par Corail pour acheter 2/3 conneries et je rentre au camping.
Sur le retour je croise un couple d'expat, infirmier tous les deux. Je les prends en stop et les déposent à quelques kilomètres au sud de mon camping. Encore une fois autant sur Ouvéa la voiture, voir même le scooter sont négligeables, autant ici, si on a pas envie de se prendre la tête et qu'on ne reste pas beaucoup de jours, mieux vaut louer une voiture, les distances sont assez grandes.
8ème jour : La veille j'avais pris RDV pour l'activité de la grotte (des amis à mon cousin m'ont filé une sim locale). Ce matin là donc je fais les Joyeux de Luengoni (Noël qui fait l'excursion se trouve juste avant le camping Hukukepe, il y a une espèce de boule orange flottante avec son nom dessus, juste avant le dos d'âne). Pour information il ne fait ça que le matin, RDV 9h chez lui. On prend les voitures, on fait 1km puis on s'arrête sur le bord de la route.
De là on descend dans une grotte, on s'équipe, maillot de bain, chaussures aquatiques (ou Crocs comme moi), masque, tuba, lampe frontale, Gopro et c'est partie. Prévoir une bonne grosse lampe torche étanche de préférence. On nage dans la grotte en pleine obscurité. Le spectacle est saisissant.
Je recommande vivement cette activité. J'ai eu la chance d'avoir avec moi un jeune homme qui vivait en NC depuis un moment, et qui avait déjà fait cette balade sous terre, de ce fait il avait prévu une lampe torche très puissante made in Aliexpress & co, et grâce à lui on voyait super bien dans l'eau. Les lampes frontales sont presque inutiles. Bref, n'oubliez pas la Gopro ! L'eau est un peu froide mais supportable. La grotte est couverte de stalactite? On fait 2/3 stop à l’intérieur de la cave submergée. A un moment on apercoit le fil d'Ariane utilisé par Nicolas Hulot lors d'une émission Ushuaïa. L'eau est légèrement salée et ultra limpide.
Sur la fin attention à la corde, elle est élastique, cela peut surprendre. Je glisse, je me fais mal, mais la Gopro à 400€ n'a rien, ouf c'est l'essentiel (je plaisante à moitié), ce n'est pas la mienne et je ne me voyais pas ajouter 400€ à mon budget final.
Après ça je retourne aux falaises de Jokin pour y faire du snorkeling. Cette fois pas de bateau de croisière. J'en profite pour grimper de nouveau à l’église et prendre en photo la baie. Je suis seul. Quelques chiens m'accompagnent. Vraiment sympa.
Quand même plus sympa sans un gros paquebot !
Puis je me dirige au niveau de la piscine naturelle, je suis tout seul, rien à payer. Le grand luxe. Encore une fois pensez à la Gorpro, le spectacle vaut vraiment le coup. Il y a pléthore de poisson, un vrai aquarium. Des bénitier à foison, des poissons clown, des picasso et des milliers d'autres... A faire bien sûr à Lifou.
C'est dommage que les chefs des îles, que le gouvernement local accepte que ces énormes paquebots accostent sur ces paradis... Foule, crème solaire, pollution ect... ça ne restera pas longtemps indemne.
En tout cas j'y reste un long moment. Je voulais regarder le couché de soleil, mais les moustiques m'auront dissuadés. Ce soir-là je crois que j'en avais un peu marre du calme du camping, du coup vers 21h pris par une pulsion je roule jusqu'à Wé, il y avait un peu d'animation. J'ai mangé des brochettes de poulet? puis je suis rentré au camping. Il y avait des nouveaux campeurs, je les avais pris en stop la veille. C’est cool on parle pendant un bon bout de temps.
9ème jour : Réveil sous les nuages, mais le décor offert par la nature est tout simplement superbe. Je vous laisse le soin d'en juger :
Comme dit précédemment, le camping est pas super bien situé, mais la vue sur Luengoni est incroyable ... On peut littéralement installer sa tante sur la plage si l'on souhaite ...
Il me reste une dernière chose à visiter sur Lifou, la fameuse plage de Peng, que finalement peu de monde visite si j'en crois mes discussions avec les touristes. Départ pour cette plage donc. Je me perds un peu puis je retrouve la bonne route après avoir demandé mon chemin à 2/3 kanaks. Comptez minimum 1h de route au départ de Hukukepe, si ce n'est pas plus.
Je me gare, 0 voiture à l'horizon. Plage absolument magnifique.
Cerise sur le gâteau : j'étais tout seul du début à la fin.
Seul voiture du parking, la mienne bien sûr.
Je n'ai croisé personne. J'ai pu me changer sans enfiler de serviette autour de la taille 😛 façon nudiste. Je précise que je me suis baigné dans toutes les plages visitées de la NC. Aucune d'entre elles n'a été épargnée !
La plage rien que pour soit !
Temps assez nuageux par moment mais pas une goutte de pluie. J'ai eu de la chance. Du soleil, des nuage bien gris parfois, cela donne de belles photos.
La encore on ne risque pas de se marcher dessus !
On peut observer quelques tortures remonter à la surface.
Le snorkling est bien évidemment de la partie !
Il y a du corail partout, n'hésitez pas à prendre vos PMT ! Je recommande bien sûr cette plage !
Vers 12h30 je repars au sud visiter un coin que l'on m'a conseillé. Je m'arrête entre temps pour manger à La Kaz à Jo pour un burger/frite (j'ai trouvé ça moyen, mais il ne faut pas faire fine bouche). Je continue ma route vers le sud, je dépasse mon camping, je croise la grosse antenne, je fais demi-tour et je tourne à droite au deuxième sentier.
WCRQ+9W Mu => coordonnées GMAP de l'antenne pour ceux que ça interesse.
La première et seconde plage.
Attention il faut rouler doucement pour ne pas rayer la voiture. Je croise la première plage puis je continue sur quelques centaines de mètres. Là j'arrive sur une plage complètement déserte (et qui le restera). On a l'impressionnant d'être dans un lac. L'eau est d'un calme fou, le sable est fin. C'est très reposant. Aujourd'hui je n'aurai croisé personne sur les plages ! Quel endroit ! Pas un seul bruit si ce n’est celui des oiseaux ! Le paradis !
Petite vidéo de la plage en question : youtu.be/rQAqkf-aJjs
Je reste un bon bout de temps alternant entre bronzette et nage. A 16h30, je me rend compte que mon vol pour 19h approche vite. Je dois encore ranger mes affaires et ma tente au camping, puis repartir pour l'aéroport (plus d'une heure de route), rendre la voiture et "enregistrer" mes bagages. Tout un programme !
Ma tente au centre.
C'est la course, je ne prends même pas de douche ! Par miracle j'ai réussi à ranger ma tente et mes affaires en 10min sans n'avoir rien oublié.
Une dernière photo de Luengoni, quelle plage ! Dire qu'on dort à 5m de ce paradis !
J'ai payé Rémi, le propriétaire du camping (7800 XPF pour 5 jours) et je démarre, je roule comme un kanak lol.
Je prends mon vol et mon cousin vient me récupérer à l'aéroport.
En l'attendant, un kanak m'aborde et me demande d'où je viens. Je lui réponds que je viens de Paris. Il enchaine en me disant que c'est le vote dans quelques jours et que la France "c'est la-bas". Je lui réponds d'un ton assez sec que ça ne me regarde pas, que moi je vis à Paris à 20.000km d'ici et que je suis un touriste...
10ème jour : Nous sommes mardi. Demain en fin d'après-midi nous partirons pour 5 jours en catamaran jusqu'au Grand Coude. Je n'ai rien fait de particulier ce jour là. Quelques machines histoire d'avoir du change. Des bières avec le cousin, encore des bières.
A 13h on décide de se prendre un sandwich dans une boulangerie. Puis mon cousin me propose de visiter le Centre culturel Tjibaou : l'entrée est gratuite !
Mais on comprend vite pourquoi. A l'intérieur tout est fermé. Tant pis, on se contente de visiter l’extérieur avec les marécages et les plantes.
Attention aux moustiques !
Il me propose le musée Maritime. Je me laisse tenter. On y reste une bonne heure et demi. Je ne fais jamais de musée en France, ça me change, 2 musées en l'espace de 2 heures, une performance !
On file ensuite dans un magasin de plongée pour acheter une ceinture, quelques plombs et des sandow. A ce moment là, mon cousin était en arrêt maladie (opération du dos en urgence à Paris 1 mois plus tôt). Du coup il s'est gentiment proposé pour l'achat des courses sur le cata. On a décidé de prendre 2 jours pour ça : nous serons 7 sur le bateau, ça fait pas des petits caddies !
Comme prévu on roule en direction du Géant pour acheter la partie boisson. Des bières (encore), des vins (blanc), une bouteille de rhum (58€ !!), du soda et pleins de pack d'eau. On dépose tout ça à l'appartement et on rejoint un ami "de la famille" qui vit lui aussi à NC dans un espèce de bar/club avec billard et vue sur la mer au niveau de la "BD'" comme ils disent (Baie des citrons) !
Le nom du bar est L'endroit je crois. Lieu sympa, on est en hauteur c'est cool. On y reste jusqu'à la nuit tombée.
La même en plus jolie.😎
On finit la soirée chez cet ami et sa compagne tous ensemble (+la femme de mon cousin) avec encore des bières et bouteilles de vin et divers trucs à grignoter.
On rentre vers 1h30 du matin. On poursuit la soirée à 2 dans le jardin privatif de la résidence avec des bières (pour changer tient donc), un peu de musique. Etant un peu ivre on ne se rend pas compte ni de l'heure ni du bruit.
Le produit anti-moustiques tropic indispensable.
On finit par réveiller la femme de mon cousin, qui sort en furie et nous engueule. Moi je ne sais plus où me mettre, mais en tout cas il sera temps d'aller au lit. Une grosse journée nous attend demain !
J'en profite pour parler de l'alcool puisqu'on y est : ici c'est très cher et très taxé. Une bouteille qui vaut chez nous dans les 15/20€ vaut entre 55 et 60€ en NC. Le rayon alcool est fermé le jeudi ou vendredi soir dans les grandes surfaces à cause des nombreux problèmes d'alcoolémie. Par contre il y a quelques cavistes ouverts en général. Bien sûr le prix est différent et les kanaks ne fréquentent pas trop ces lieux de ce que j'ai pu observer en 3 semaines. Bref je ne sais pas si ces mesures sont des préventives ou sont prétextées mais les gens font juste le "plein" et anticipent ces restrictions.
11ème jour : réveil vers 11h30. J'ai un mal de crâne pas possible et la journée s'annonce longue ! Plusieurs grands verres d'eau avec un doliprane seront nécessaires. Nous devons commencer la journée par la "fermentation de la bière en fût", avant la mise en bouteille 10 jours après. Dit comme ça on a l'impression que je me suis trompé de forum. Mais non on est bien sur voyageforum et c'est bien le récit de mes vacances en NC !
Mais avant ça, mon cousin me propose de se relaxer et d’émerger tranquillement dans sa piscine. Pourquoi pas, après tout il doit bien faire 28°c et j'ai encore mal à la tête. Il nettoie un peu la piscine, la remplie un peu et on reste dedans une bonne heure jusqu'à 13h30.
Après ça on se met à s'occuper du kit de brassage de bière . Je m'occupe de tout désinfecter et/ou stériliser. Une fois que nous sommes prêts nous mélangeons la mélasse et les différents ingrédients + eau dans le grand récipient.
La bière qui fermente.
Bref on finit cette première étape vers 14h30/15H. Pour information nous avions RDV à la jetty à 17H avec notre matos et les courses pour tout le bateau.
Le chargement de la voiture commence... notre matériel (fusils/combi/affaires de rechanges/PMT/chargeurs) et les boissons dans le coffre, on se précipite au Géant avec une très grande liste de course : légumes, un peu de viande (pour changer du poisson !), yaourt, sac poubelle, alu, dessert, fruits, crème fraîche, beurre, petit déj, et surtout l'APERO ! on met 2h à faire toutes les courses. Nous arrivons avec plus d'une heure de retard au bateau.
Ce sera ma première expérience catamaran et pas n'importe où SVP.
Ce soir là on naviguera jusqu'à l'îlot Sainte-Marie pour le mouillage.
Apéro et salade de pâte avec poissons frais au menu !
Le skipper avait commencé à naviguer vers 7h du matin. Je suis barbouillé, j'ai le mal de mer... Je ne prend pas de petit déj... Mon cousin et son collègue sont excités. On se prépare, on enfile les combi, PMT, on charge l'annexe avec la plate et les fusils et c'est partie ! Premier baptême de chasse pour moi. Ce ne sera pas génial. J'ai le mal de mer et j'ai trop chaud avec la combi. Mon cousin n'est pas au top non plus. On décide de regagner le cata via avec l'annexe.
Il aura tout de même pris à la mer un petit poisson-perroquet. Son collègue reste à l'eau un bon bout de temps et remonte à bord pour l'heure du déjeuner. Nous naviguerons ensuite jusqu'à l'îlot Uatio / Kouaré avec toujours au programme pêche, chasse, baignade et tour des îlots. Toujours du bon poisson frais et cuisine "bateau", on s'y met tous.
Poisson pêché
Poisson chassé
Le lendemain direction l'îlot N'da.
Enfin nous finirons par l'îlot Koko.
Elle est pas belle la vie ?
Le dimanche nous mettons les voiles jusqu'à Nouméa.
C'est vraîment cool, Farid, d'avoir pris le temps de poursuivre votre récit: Merci !
On aime ou on aime pas la pratique (perso je ne suis pas chasseur...), en tous cas le d'pêche, comme ils nomment Là-bas une partie/sortie, est "typique" de l'Art de Vivre Néo-Calédonien/Pacifique Sud, notamment le week end (ici sur 3 jours à bord woah).Tous les touristes n'ont pas la chance d'avoir de la famille ou des potes sur place pour le vivre hors prestation commerciale (pas la même, hein...) , aussi le partage de votre expérience est-il d'autant plus intéressant et inédit sur VF, me semble-t-il.
Je confirme que la pêche/chasse fait entièrement partie de la vie des habitants du cailloux, et comme tu le dis particulièrement le week-end. Ce fut 5 jours vraiment au top !
Hello je reprends mon récit après une période d'inactivité (et de voyage !)
15ème jour : fin de notre escapade de 5 jours jusqu'au "Grand Coude". Dernier repas sur le bateau, quelques poissons pêchés, dont mon premier poisson !
Salade de tomate avec riz et sushi sauce gingembre SVP !
Session filet sur le bateau pendant qu'on rentre sur Nouméa pleine voile !
Session filet !
Tout le monde à l'oeuvre, il y a du poisson à conserver rapidement !
Mon premier poisson ! 😎
Planche à voile et autre Kitesurf sont bien sûr de sortie ! Le paradis ce caillou !
On se quitte tous sur un beau couché de soleil.
On est dimanche, jour du vote pour le NON au référendum de la NC.
Les gens s'attendaient une grosse majorité de NON, finalement le score n'aura été "que" de 57%. Tout est fermé, sauf la BD.
On en profite pour boire une petite bière très bonne (Havannah) au niveau de la "BD" pour débriefer avec le cousin !
A la baie des Citrons
Ce soir-là je regarde les disponibilité du Betico pour l'île des Pins... Malheureusement rien de disponible dans les jours à venir. Heureusement pour moi il y a encore de la place pour les vols de demain.
16ème jour : Départ pour Magenta direction l'île des Pins pour le vol de 18h (je crois).
Vue de l'aérodrome.
Hop là c'est reparti pour un vol !
J'arrive donc à l'aérodrome de Moué aux alentours de 19h.
Mince je me rend compte que j'ai oublié mon matelas (qui va avec ma tante ...). Décidément ça commence bien...
J'avais prévu d'aller dans le camping Atchu. Une hôtesse à l'aérodrome me remarque et me demande si j'ai besoin d'un "taxi". Je lui réponds que oui ça m'aiderai bien. Je lui demande le prix et elle me répond 1000 CFP (8/9€). Je trouve ça correct et j’accepte. Elle appelle la personne qui sera là 10min plus tard. Le conducteur arrive, un kanak désagréable. Il sent l'alcool à 20 mètres... Bon je monte quand même. Il ne conduit pas droit. Après une dizaine de minute de route en zigzagant et en faisant des bruits avec sa bouche qui donnait l'impression que je le faisait chier plus qu'autre chose il me dépose au camping, et là Ho surprise, il me dit c'est 2000 CFP tient donc ! Je le voyais gros comme une maison. Après avoir tenté de négocier je lui donne la somme réclamée. Ma première expérience sur la plus touristique des îles n'est pas top.
J'arrive finalement à l'accueil du camping, les gérants sont très gentils, très explicite. Il y a même le wifi. Et en guise de repas du soir, ils me préparent un sandwich de dernière minute (en général il faut souvent prévenir à l'avance pour pouvoir manger dans les campings). Bon par contre, pas de location de matelas, je vais devoir louer l'ensemble tante + matelas (environ 1400 CPF de mémoire). D'autant plus que ma tante était mieux. Mais il y a de la place, on ne va pas se plaindre, c'est déjà ça. Il fait nuit depuis longtemps déjà, après avoir installé mes affaires je file à la douche et dodo. Les sanitaires sont relativement propre et c'est bien. Demain j'ai prévu de me balader dans les environs à pieds.
je reprends ton carnet de voyage avec plaisir (l'expérience bateau, pêche etc, ce n'est pas mon quotidien en voyage !)
bon, pour le moment, rien de réjouissant. mais justement, c'est bien d'avoir les avantages et les inconvénients de cette destination 😏
a suivre ! 😄
laurence
17ème jour : 9h du matin, rapide petit déjeuner, je pars à pied en direction du pic N'ga. Je ne louerai pas de voiture sur l'île. Il fait assez chaud. Je croise une station essence, je m'achète une bouteille d'eau fraîche. Attention c'est assez cher sur cette île, vous êtes prévenus !
Ça commence doucement
Au bout d'une petite heure de marche j'arrive au sommet du pic. Ça grimpe un peu, ça fera le sport de la journée. Je suis content d'être à cette période de l'année car je pense qu'en décembre la chaleur aurait ajouté un degré de difficulté.
Ça doit être ça le pic N'ga ?
Ça grimpe ça grimpe !
Les photos parlent d'elles-mêmes :
Vous allez pouvoir flamber avec le mode panoramique de vos smartphones !
Après avoir pris plusieurs clichés je fais demi tour direction la célèbre baie de Kuto et sa plage du même nom. Je passe par un chemin couvert par les branches d'arbre. C'est magnifique.
On croise aussi plusieurs signe laissés par un riverain visiblement agacé par le comportement de certain touriste à l'égard de son terrain. Je n'en dis pas plus je vous laisse apprécier son humour.
Bon j'espère que vous avez compris !
Voilà je suis devant l'une des plages les plus visités de la NC. Je dois dire que j'ai été assez déçu. Je ne suis pas habitué à voir "autant de monde" (on est NC hein donc c'est relatif). Il y a des bateaux. La plage est belle, mais elle ne me fait pas l'effet que j'ai eu sur les îles Loyautés.
Néanmoins je reste sur cette plage un bon moment.
On a quand même pas de risque de se prendre les pieds dans la serviette d'un autre
On est quand même ici qu'à Paris hein !
Je marche ensuite en direction de la plage de Kanuméra.
Paysage sublime
Il y a un gros rocher au milieu (sacré de ce qu'on m'a dit, une japonaise a été tué après l'avoir grimpé en 2002... mais il paraît que depuis les Australiens se permettent de le monter sans problème ...). Faut dire que les gros bateaux de croisière qui accostent sur le port rapportent énormément aux chefs de tribus il paraît ...
Là aussi très belle plage, mais pour le moment je reste un peu sur ma faim sur l'Isle of Pines.
Bon j'avoue je suis exigeant depuis les îles Loyautés !
Kit du parfait backpacker !
Sur la carte de l'île des Pins j'ai vu qu'on pouvait visiter un bagne. La NC est anciennement connue pour ça donc je me dis que ça serait dommage de ne pas le faire. Sur le chemin je croise un restaurant (impossible de me souvenir du nom par contre), je réserve pour le soir, il y a un menu. Ça à l'air vraiment bon.
J’aperçois le bagne (enfin ce qu'il en reste).
Quel endroit ... dire que les gens y ont été enfermé dedans alors qu'ils se trouvaient sur une île paradisiaque ... un paradoxe !
Si proche du paradis et si loin en même temps !
Bon, il me reste un peu de temps à tuer avant de retourner au restaurant manger ... je retourne au camping, je me douche, je traîne un peu sur mon mobile et je repars. Il y a 2 menus ce soir : menu escargot ou menu poisson. J'opte pour le poisson n'étant pas fan du mollusque. On est tous assis à la même table, que des français. Je n'ai pas échangé avec beaucoup de gens durant le repas... dommage. En tout cas le repas valait largement le prix payé (une trentaine d'euros je crois).
Impossible de tout finir, il y avait de tout et le dessert était excellent. Je recommande cet endroit.
A la fin du repas je regagne le camping et je me mets au lit. Demain j'ai prévu la journée avec Mana Nautique.
Merci Farid pour ce carnet .
Les photos prises du pic sont particulièrement belles.
Et il y a peu de carnets sur la destination.
Dommage que les billets d'avion pour la NC soient si chers
Hello Pascale,
De rien. Oui il y a très peu de touriste. En général les personnes qui y vont ont quelqu'un à visiter sur place.
Il n'y a une qu'une compagnie (Air Calin) ... L'avantage c'est que tu es seul presque partout.
Bon c'est décidé je reprends ce carnet ! Pour information j'ai été pas mal occupé ces derniers temps, et oh ! depuis 1 mois & demi je vis en Nouvelle-Calédonie ! J'ai été contacté en juin à Paris depuis Nouméa pour venir travailler sur le Caillou... Bien sûr je n'ai pas hésité une seconde.
18ème jour :
J'ai réservé la veille, avec formule poisson au déjeuner (90€ il me semble) sur le site de Mana Nautique, petite entreprise familiale.
RDV à 9h devant la plage de Kanuméra, côté hôtel Oure Lodge. Le semi rigide vient nous récupérer. Direction le "large" pour aller se baigner dans la baie des tortues, ici on touche avec les yeux ! Je nage avec une tortue mais franchement ce n'est pas l'idéal, on est plusieurs ) nager serrer pour essayer de s'en approcher. Comme j'en avais vu plusieurs sur les Loyautés je décide de laisser les autres s’emmêler les tubas, je préfère remonter sur le "zodiac".
Puis suite de la ballade à la recherche des raies Manta.
Lieu absolument incroyable, une piscine naturelle tout simplement ... et effectivement on voit bien les raies ! Ni une ni deux, je sors ma GoPro et je me mets à l'eau ! Bon elles nagent vite et visiblement pas trop joueuses donc je les perds de vue assez vite... Mais en m'éloignant du groupe, j'en recroise d'autres. Vraiment impressionnantes et gracieuses.
Ensuite une petite balade sur le lagon incroyable (je vous laisse juger)
Puis le bateau nous jette sur l'îlot Brosse, là encore c'est une petite perle ...
Le paradis sur Terre je vous dis !
La guide nous laisse une petite heure sur ce paradis.
Avant le déjeuner, les guides voient des dauphins et s'approchent d'eux. Il y'en avait 2 qui tournaient plus ou moins autour des bateaux.
Ensuite direction l'autre côté de l'îlot pour le déjeuner. Rafraîchissements servis à notre arrivé, puis poisson ou langouste. On a aussi le droit à un dessert.
Après ce repas copieux, on reste une petite heure sur l'îlot pour digérer. Hamac et nattes sont à disposition.
Vers 14h on remonte dans les bateaux direction une zone pleine de coraux pour (encore) une session snorkeling vous l'aurez deviné !
On est baladé à travers le lagon et c'est un vrai plaisir. Cet endroit est un paradis sur terre, on ne se lasse pas de ce bleu !
Vers 15h30/16h, retour au point de départ. Journée absolument inoubliable !
Je rentre au camping me doucher et me changer. J'en profite pour me connecter rapidement puis je file voir le coucher de soleil sur la baie de Kuto.
Les pins colonnaires sont magnifiques sous la lumière du couché de soleil
Une dernière photo du rocher tabou.
Après ce coucher de soleil retour au camping ou m'attend mon repas du soir que j'ai commandé le matin. La gérante me demande si ça ne me dérange pas de m’asseoir avec une autre personne qui voyage seule comme moi, je réponds que non. On fait la conversation durant le repas. Le menu était vraiment bon.
Au menu de ce soir, crevettes avec une sauce (me rappel plus :( ), purée de je ne sais plus :D avec salade de choux et un espèce de cake sauce caramel beurre salée délicieux
Après ce repas, un brin de wifi et dodo, demain j'ai une autre grosse journée qui m'attend avec la visite de LA "piscine naturelle" et mon vol de 19h pour Nouméa.
Merci beaucoup Farid pour la suite du rêve... je ne suis pas capable d'en faire autant 😊
Et bravo pour votre nouvelle vie ! 🙂
Lors de ce récit il me semble avoir lu que vous aviez déjà des connaissances sur ce "cailloux".
Présente pour la suite...à votre rythme.
19ème journée : J'ai "réservé" 2 jours auparavant auprès de la responsable du camping (Atchu pour rappel) la sortie/journée balade en pirogue sur(dans?) la baie d'Upi et baie d'Oro (piscine naturelle). Il s'agit de mon dernier jour sur l'île des Pins. Réveil le matin aux alentours de 6h45 (je ne suis pas très matinal), à peine le temps d'enfiler "un petit déj" (2/3 biscuits et un verre d'eau) et RDV devant l'hôtel Oure Lodge. Pensez à amener avec vous quelque chose à manger et à boire car c'est un peu compliqué une fois sur place. On attend une navette qui viendra récupérer les touristes (de l'hôtel et d'ailleurs). La navette arrive vers 7h30. On monte dedans puis on file direction Vao. On dépasse la "ville" et la navette nous dépose chez un monsieur qui va s'occuper de la traversée. Il est environ 8h40. On le paie en cash directement (5000fr de mémoire, donc environ 42€).
On grimpe sur la pirogue et on au navigue au travers cette très belle baie voile au vent.
Nous sommes plusieurs pirogue sur la baie. Je suis en compagnie de 2 franciliennes, 2 amies qui ont environ la 50ène venues "fêter" leur divorce en NC et d'un couple de néo-zélandais et leurs 3 jeunes garçon.
La balade dure une bonne heure.
Puis finalement on débarque sur une petite plage pour débuter la marche vers la piscine naturelle.
On pourrait presque que resté là que ça ne nous déplairais pas ;)
Les 2 filles font le trajet inverse sur la pirogue (possibilité de faire l'aller/retour). Quant à moi j'enfile mes chaussettes et basket et je démarre la marche avec les 2 dames originaires de la région Lyonnaise. On traverse une sorte de forêt au début puis une palmerais.
On arrive à un petit stand bricolé où l'on doit payer un petit quelque chose.
La marche aura duré un bon quart d'heure. Rien de difficile. En plus on est protégé du cagnard grâce aux arbres.
Une fois le droit d'entrée payé, on arrive sur un petit cours d'eau qui nous fait dire qu'on est plus trop loin de la piscine naturelle.
Après quelques minutes de marche on arrive sur le lieu que tout le monde rêve de voir de passage en NC.
Comme un peu partout en NC (et ce que personnellement j'adore) l'endroit n'est pas aménagé. Pas de vendeur, pas de parasols, pas de faré. Bref c'est encore "sauvage", hormis le monde... Le monde, en NC c'est relatif, une 40/50ène de personne à tout casser éparpiller un peu partout. On a pas l'impression de se marcher dessus. Juste les japonais qui font tâches sur les photos avec leur lycra des pieds à la tête et leur PMT tous plus flashy les uns que les autres. Bon suffit de bien sélectionner son angle de prise de vue avant la photo. On s'installe un peu comme tout le monde dans un coin d'ombre. Ni une ni deux j'enfile mon short de bain, ma gopro et je file me jeter à l'eau !
Il y a beaucoup de poisson et ils ne sont pas craintifs. Certains n'hésitent pas à vous picorer le pied. Il y a plein de bénitier également. Bref la baie d'Oro est incroyable !
L'eau est d'une clarté ...
Je fais des va-et-vient entre ma serviette et l'eau, alternant entre snorkeling et bronzette.
Il est 13h15 (très précis) quand je décide de faire un grand tour de la baie, voir entre autre la plage du célèbre Méridien. Je croise un couple d'une 50ène d'années très gentils, très bronzés. Ils vivent à Saint-Martin et ça ce voit, ça parle de fiesta, de rhums et de bateaux. On décide de faire la balade ensemble. On passe par la rivière de sable d'Oro. Comme son nom l'indique il n'y a que du sable...
Je ne sais pas si pendant les effets de marée elle se remplit d'eau... A priori oui vu la végétation autour...
Puis ils me proposent de manger au resto le Kou-Gny, mais malheureusement je suis dans l'obligation de décliner gentiment car il ne me reste plus beaucoup de temps avant que la navette nous récupère. Du coup on se dit au revoir et je continue en direction de la plage du Méridien. C'était marée basse et surtout il y avait pas mal d'algue à ce moment là.
Finalement après une bonne heure de marche avec un soleil toujours aussi fort je retrouve les 2 dames amies. Je recroise les 2 franciliennes qui avait fait le retour sur la pirogue seules, elles sont venus en voiture. Je retourne me baigner pour profiter une dernière fois de ce lieu magique.
Il est 16h déjà :( on se met en route pour choper la navette de retour. On doit repasser au camping, ranger nos affaires, potentiellement se doucher ect ...
De retour au camping vers 17h30, on a encore un peu de temps devant nous. Les 2 amies me proposent de boire une bière à l'hôtel Oure Lodge avec elles. On se prend une pinte chacun et on se raconte un peu nos vies. Elles m'invitent. A la fin on retourne au camping, sur le trajet je croise pour la première fois de ma vie un litchi.
Oui l'arbre pas le fruit !
Je prends une douche, je range mes affaires et je paie en CB la gérante (y compris le retour en navette jusqu'à l'aérodrome, 1000 fr je crois). La navette nous dépose à l'aéroport et à 19h on décolle. Je suis côté gauche de l'avion près du hublot. On voit Nouméa de nuit et c'est très beau. A 19h45 mon cousin me récupère à Magenta. On rentre à la maison. Je n'ai rien mangé de la journée je meurs de faim. Il me cuisine du poisson que l'on avait pêché 3 jours avant sur le cata avec du riz. Simple mais délicieux.
Quelles joie et émotion votre reprise de carnet me donne ! MERCI et BRAVO!
Comme vous, j'ai eu le sentiment à plusieurs reprises en NC de "toucher le paradis", comme presque jamais Ailleurs sur notre belle Planète.
Je vous félicite pour votre fraîche installation sur le Caillou et ne doute pas que vous Y attendent d'autres expériences tout aussi kiffantes et inspirantes, que j'espère vous continerez de partager sur VF avec le même éblouissement communicatif.
Hello Arsouille !
De rien avec grand plaisir, je suis content de savoir que ce carnet en ravi quelques uns ! et oui ici les paysages sont préservés du tourisme de masse, quasi vierges et le décor incroyable ! Pour avoir "un peu" voyagé, la NC n'a rien a envié à d'autres endroits.
Petit aparté par rapport aux 3 jours sur l'île des Pins. Je précise que c'est l'île que j'ai le moins apprécié parmi celles que j'ai faites. Beaucoup plus de touristes (relatif en NC), les gens m'ont semblé moins accueillants et bien sûr tout y est plus cher !
20ème jour : je ne me souviens pas exactement de ce que j'ai fais cette journée, mais comme je n'ai qu'une photo, il me semble que je n'ai pas fait grand chose. La seule photo que j'ai est dans un bar bien connu des calédoniens, le Bout du Monde. Il y avait un petit concert ce soir, nous sommes allés boire un verre la-bas et rejoindre des amis à mon cousin. On ne se couche pas tard, demain une grosse journée nous attend ! J'en dis pas plus.
21ème jour : Nous sommes déjà samedi et c'est mon dernier week-end sur le Caillou. Mon cousin me réserve un dernier kiffe avant le retour sur la capitale. Un week-end îlot (îlot Isié) ! Mais un îlot avec l’électricité, l'eau chaude et tout ? Non non, version Robinson, îlot sauvage, avec "que" nous uniquement (enfin presque) ! Coordonnée gmap de l'îlot Isié > 4R4W+G8
Bref, réveil de bonne heure le matin (6h45 je crois), à la fraîche comme on dit sauf qu'ici dès 5/6h le soleil cogne déjà, donc pour la fraîche on repassera. Tout le monde à déjà bu son café, et est habillé quand moi je me lève. Je prend ma douche en 2min, je me change, je ne prends rien si ce n'est un verre d'eau et je suis prêt (un vrai militaire).
On charge les affaires de camping dans les voitures. Comme dit plus haut, il n'y a rien sur la petite île, il faut tout prévoir : glacière en particulier, eau, nourriture, apéros, alcool, matériel de camping (tente, matelas, toile, veilleuse ...), canne à pêche ect + matos de chasse et PMT.
On sort vers 7h30 et on passe récupérer le jeune couple avec qui l'on avait fait du catamaran pendant 5 jours. Puis c'est parti pour environ 1H30 de route. Sur le trajet on fait un stop à la Tontouta pour acheter 2/3 conneries au Simply Market et on redémarre.
Après encore 45min de voiture et après avoir dépassé Bouloupari et quitter la RT1 (route territoriale 1) on arrive à la mise à l'eau. Ici nous attend un taxi boat. Un monsieur atypique nous attend. ça à l'air d'être un vrai caldoche, bien bronzé, en parka alors qu'il fait pas loin de 30°c, avec un accent ... mais bon, sait-on jamais il est peut être originaire de Nantes ou la Côte d'Azur, m'enfin il reste atypique quand même. Il nous raconte qu'il a planté une grosse partie de la mangrove qu'on peut observer juste à côté de la mise à l'eau et que ça ralenti l’érosion. C'est un grand fan de nature. On attend la seconde voiture, puis on commence à décharger les véhicules pour charger le bateau. On gare les voitures, elles seront gardé le weekend. Tout se fera en un aller/retour. Le bateau est plutôt grand il peut accueillir du monde. Reste le moment le moins plaisant comme à chaque fois, il faut payer. La note est quand même salée, 5000fr/personne (environ 42€) pour un petit 20/25min de traversée...
On le paie et le'ts gooo ! La mer n'est pas très agitée donc c'est plutôt calme sur le trajet, un peu d'eau par ci par là mais on arrive globalement sec sur l'îlot.
Non ce n'est pas des skis, mais le matériel de chasse !
Le décor me fait penser à l'Indonésie
On approche de l'îlot !
Mesdames et messieurs, îlot Isié !
Nous ne sommes pas les premiers ni les derniers.
Parmi le groupe d'amis à mon cousin, certains sont déjà là. Tout le monde nous aide à décharger. Je n'ai qu'une idée en tête c'est de me baigner. Mais bon, je vais devoir prendre mon mal en patience, car je dois aider (c'est normal) le groupe à au moins décharger/installer le matériel commun (tables basses, fusils de chasse, glacière, ect...) et installer ma tente.
J'installe la tente dans un coin, sans regarder si c'est protégé du soleil le matin ... bien sûr ça ne l'était pas.
Après une demi heure à tout préparer, je me change et nage finalement. L'eau est bonne ! C'est super agréable. Il y a beaucoup de corail.
Il est déjà l'heure de l'apéro, on s'ouvre des petites bières, rosé, chips, apéricube, ect ...
D'autres personne du groupe d'ami débarque à leur tour. On les aide à s'installer. En tout on sera 13 (+ un ou deux bébés).
On est pas bien là ?
On passe l'après midi à faire du snorekling, faire du paddle (gonflable), nager, jouer avec un balon, bref la belle vie !
Il est 16h quand on se décide tous à se faire un tour de l'îlot. Prévoyez en NC des chaussons, c'est vraiment pratique !
Après une petite balade d'une heure et la marée qui remonte, il est l'heure de l'apéro. Comme d'habitude, bières, vins, snacks sont de la partie. On profite du coucher de soleil, on parle, on rigole, on prend des photos et il y en a même un qui pêche. Les enceintes bluetooth sont de la partie.
Coup de pêche !
Après la fin du couché de soleil on retourne au campement et on commence à préparer le dîner. Ce sera magret de canard (thème décidé). Il n'y a qu'une espèce de table en bois bricolé (c'est le cas de le dire) et un espace plus ou moins adapté pour le feu.
Le paddle
On dispose les chaises, tabourets, tables de camping et mon cousin commence à démarrer le feu. On sort les magrets des glacières.
On cuit des röstis et d'autres choses et bien sûr les magrets. A un moment 3 jeunes viennent nous voir (sur l'îlot aussi en kayak) et nous propose un poisson qu'ils ont pêché car ils n'ont plus de glace dans leur glacière pour leur conserver. Je dis que ça m’intéresse, et finalement je ne mange pas de canard, je préfère le poisson après tout de retour à Paris je pourrais en manger autant que je veux tandis que du poisson frais comme là c'est plus compliqué ! La braise sera parfaite au moment de cuire le fish, qui sera délicieux !
Poisson frais pêché à peine quelques heures avant !
Je fais la découverte des pétrels, elles tournaient déjà depuis 17/18h au dessus de la mer. Elles font un drôle de bruit, une sorte de bébé qui pleure et creusent des grands trous dans le sable (peut être assez profond et si on fait pas attention on peut se tordre la cheville), et surtout se jettent dans le feu. On en retirera 2 des flemmes ce soir là.
Bref on finit tous de manger puis la soirée continue autour de la musique et des bières et autres alcools. Petit à petit les gens vont se coucher et les derniers (dont moi) filons dans les tentes vers 2h du matin. On s'endort avec le bruit très spécial des pétrels.
22ème jour :
Réveil avec une petite gueule de bois et tout transpirant. La tente sous le soleil est un four. On prend le petit déj' tous ensemble vers 8h/9h. Puis vers 10h on enfile les combi et PMT et on part chasser. La visibilité est pas trop mauvaise, et les fonds sont vraiment pas mal (mais pas aussi bien qu'en cata). Après une demi heure de nage, je ne me sens pas dans mon assiette, je décide de les abandonner et retourne à la plage. Un autre groupe se forme pour aller faire une session snorekling.
Un îlot que pour nous !
Vers 12h ceux qui étaient partis chasser reviennent avec 2/3 beaux poissons perroquet.
C'est reparti pour l'apéro et en parallèle mon cousin et un autre s'occupent de découper les poissons. Au menu salade tahitienne. Le poisson sera "cuit" avec du jus de citron. Vers 13h on s'installe tous autour des tables et chacun ce sert de la salade et d'autre préparation qu'il y avait dans les glacières. Menu froid donc.
Le taxi boat doit nous récupérer vers 16h. On commence donc tranquillement à ranger les affaires. Je commence à démonter ma tente, puis dégonfler le matelas, ect, sauf qu'avec la chaleur et la mauvaise herbe (une espèce de cram cram, je ne retrouve pas le nom, avec des boules ultra piquante qui s'agrippe partout, un enfer) je perds mon sang froid. Au final j'ai du mettre une bonne heure pour tout ranger.
Le bateau arrive finalement vers 15h, mais il est obligé de faire 2 a/r ... On embarquera en dernier.
On décharge et on charge les voitures (une fois de plus...), on se dit au revoir puis on démarre.
Après 1h30 de route dans le sens inverse on arrive enfin à Magenta. On déballe les affaires, on lance une machine, on se douche. On se pose 20min puis on ressort manger au Stonegrill à l'Anse Vata, mon couin m'avait promis de me faire tester le beauf calédonien qui parait-il est excellent. Le restaurant propose differents accompagnements et différentes viandes. Le principe est sympa et original je ne connaissais pas. On apporte la viande cru et une pierre brûlante sur laquelle on gère nous même la cuisson de la viande. Au final j'aurais goûté du beauf calédonien et néo zélandais, les deux excellents. Je commande un dessert, brownie avec sa boule glacée vanille et sa petite sauce. Très bon aussi mais je ne pense pas cuisiné sur place.
On rentre et on se met au lit. Demain c'est lundi et c'est ma dernière journée.
23ème jour :
Je me réveille vers 9h, mon cousin est un peu K.O et pas très en forme. Je ne sais pas trop quoi faire de cette dernière journée. Mais je me dis que rester à la maison serait dommage. J'appel la société Skydream pour faire un survol en ULM mais malheureusement ils ne peuvent pas me réserver une place (je ne sais plus pour quelle raison exactement).
La sortie Phare Amédée c'est également trop tard, il faut réserver la veille voir 2 jours avant ... Bon il me reste une autre option, mon cousin me parle de l'îlot Maître ou l'île aux Canards (ou îlot Canard) , après tout je n'ai quasi rien fait à Nouméa. Bon adjugé vendu ce sera l’îlot Maître (en solo, mais je commence à avoir l'habitude ici). Je passe un coup de fil aux taxi boat de l'Anse Vata, un bateau démarre démarre à 13h. A vrai dire il y en a toutes les 15/20min. La traversée pour l'îlot Maître coûte une vingtaine d'euros de mémoire.
J'emprunte le SUV de mon cousin et je file à l'Anse Vata. Je me gare et je paie la gérante. On embarque et le bateau démarre.
Bon c'est pas le grand confort, c'est vraiment histoire de parquer du monde dedans et de faire le plus d'aller/retour possible. Mais bon c'est histoire de 10 à 20min en fonction de l'îlot choisi. Ah par contre le fond est en verre, c'est plutôt sympa.
Après 20min de traversée on arrive finalement sur l'île.
Je me trouve un transat et je m'installe, je ne sais pas si c'était payant mais quoi qu'il en soit je n'ai rien payé et personne ne m'a rien demandé. Ils m'ont semblé en libre service.
Il y a un côté de l'îlot exposé au vent et un autre pas. Du coup d'un côté c'est le paradis des kitesurfer/windsurfer, de l'autre quelques touristes qui font du snorkeling ou du "water tricycle" voir du jetski.
Coté calme
Je passe l'après-midi ici alternant entre bronzette et snorekling (comme à mon habitude) histoire de parfaire mon bronzage avant le retour à la grisaille de Paris. J'ai vu quelques poisson sympa et failli marcher sur une raie pastenague à tâches bleues. Je me ballade un peu sur l'îlot sans trop craindre pour mes affaires.
Côté venteux
A 16h je prends la navette de retour.
Dernière photo des plages de NC déjà :( c'est passé si vite !
Il y a une douche sur la plage ou nous dépose le bateau. Je me douche rapidement histoire de retirer le sel et je me rhabille. J'en profite pour faire les achats des souvenirs pour la famille, les amis au niveau de l'Anse Vata. C'est hors de prix mais je ne suis pas surpris, on commence à s'y faire. Bon autant le dire tout de suite, évitez cet endroit pour les souvenirs, il n'y a pas un grand choix et les prix sont très élevés. Préférer le centre ville ou il y a de nombreuses boutiques et particulièrement le quartier Asiatique (oui oui il y a un aussi à Nouméa !).
Après avoir acheté paré-haut pour les tantes, huile de coco pour la mama, t-shirt pour ma soeur, ma copine et moi, et magnets pour le reste des amis, je rentre à la maison. Je me prépare car on va manger chez des amis à mon cousin que j'ai rencontré 2 3 fois. Ils m'ont "préparé" un dîner d'au revoir.
Ambiance relax, debriefing des vacances, sashimi fumée avec sauce à l'huile d'olive d'Algérie/citrons, et repas berbère au bout du monde "berkoukes". Bon au final je n'ai pas goûter un seul bougna du séjour mais j'aurais eu le droit à un plat du Maghreb, c'est fou la mondialisation !
Sashimi fumée
"Berkoukes" (billes de plomb)
Après avoir mangé "raisonnablement" et pas trop épicé (j'ai 35h de vol demain faut pas déconner 😏) c'est l'heure de rentrer. Au revoir et bisous et on retourne à Magenta. Dernier verres sur la terrasse avec le cousin et au lit. Demain réveil de bonne heure !
Carnets de voyage › Nouvelle-Calédonie · 22 replies
Comme promis je mets sur le forum le récit de notre voyage en Océanie du 23 sept au 18 oct 2006 en espérant qu'il pourra servir à ceux qui ont l'intention d'y…
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Je vais essayer de vous faire un bref compte rendu de notre voyage de noce en Nouvelle Calédonie. J’espère que ces commentaires pourront vous aider dans la…
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Juste un petit carnet de route sur un periple en nouvelle caledonie (je l'ecrit car il n'y en a qu'un pour l'instant, et celui ci n'est pas du tout du meme…
I hesitated about writing this travel journal...
This summer, we only did the classics (the 3 northern parks and Zanzibar) and let a local agency take care of everything from start to finish.
No craziness, no risks, no sleeping under the stars, no self-drive, no venturing off the beaten path, no incidents, and not even any delays in the pre-planned itinerary...
But don’t think we were disappointed!
The whole family (there were 6 of us) came back with smiles and memories of great moments spent together.
So, if you're looking for a "classic" way to discover Tanzania, this is the place to be.
Our 2-week itinerary:
- Arusha (1 night upon arrival)
- Tarangire (1 night)
- Ngorongoro (2 nights in Karatu then Irmisigiyo)
- Serengeti (3 nights in Robanda, Togoro Plains, and Seronera)
- Zanzibar Stone Town (1 night)
- Zanzibar Matemwe (3 nights)
- Zanzibar Jambiani (3 nights)
Preamble:
Africa was calling to me, so a year ago, with our usual travel companions, we decided to return to the continent we love so much.
Where to go?
Uganda quickly caught our attention—wildlife we’re used to seeing, plus gorillas and the shoebill we missed in Zambia.
We got in touch with Paul, who’s been mentioned several times on the forum back in September, booked our flight tickets, secured the gorilla permits, and by early October, the most important things were done.
We still had plenty of time to hold our "prep meetings" for the final itinerary.
Three days before departure, I sprained my ankle (my weak spot, as you’ll recall from our Colombia trip).
I wasn’t in great spirits, but after a year of waiting, nothing was going to stop me.
We’d see how it goes!
Off we went for our new adventures
It was winter, a winter with beautiful weather,
A season that only exists in the southwest of America,
I remember very well what I told you that morning
A month ago... A century ago, an eternity ago...
We’ll go... wherever you want, whenever you want...
Well, yeah, back from our adventure in our enchanting American West just a month ago, we’re already taking a bite out of one of its lesser-known competitors. "Flo, if you had to pick just one reason to justify your love for the U.S., what would it be?" The greasy, dripping burgers? No, I don’t think I’m going out on a limb by saying it’d be the wide-open spaces... And that’s exactly what our new quest is taking us to—a land on the other side of the globe where the horizon also seems endless, where silence tastes like salty wind and sand, where freedom is measured in kilometers of desert tracks, where the GPS is mostly there to confirm you’re lost in the middle of nowhere... Add to that magic formula the fact that you’ll see more zebras, giraffes, wildebeest, and elephants than people per square kilometer, and you can imagine us setting foot in Southern Africa for the first time, more precisely at the small airport in Windhoek, capital of... of...? Brush up on your geography, damn it! We’re landing in Namibia!!!
To be honest, Namibian landscapes have been flirting with me for ages. So how did I resist this island of temptation for so long? First, the budget. Let’s just say that for the same amount of effort (and kidneys), the bank lets you choose two other adventures almost anywhere else on the planet. Then there were my girls. Yeah, back then, they were too little to dose up on Malarone, the only malaria remedy at the time... Long story short, ten years later, all the planets have aligned. First, I won the Euromillions! Well, almost... Let’s just say my girls are now old enough... not to take Malarone, but to stop following me on all my adventures! Jackpot! "Flo, how about a little two-person caprice, just the two of us, tackling the Namibian tracks?"
As we landed on the runway, first wow effect: The horizon is immense. It’s flat as can be, incredibly flat... So much flat space! Did I mention it was flat?... Looking into the distance, it feels like your gaze could circle the Earth without hitting a single obstacle—until you end up staring at your own backside. "Oh, what a nice view!" Well, it’s the first time I’ve seen my butt from this angle! Touching moment... Sorry, I’m rambling—must be the exhaustion from the three-flight marathon we just powered through via Ethiopia and South Africa... And yet, no time to philosophize about my anatomy. As usual, we want to rack up our first kilometers to be front and center at dawn tomorrow. After wrapping up the tedious Namibian immigration formalities and meeting the 4x4 that’ll be our companion day and night for the next fifteen days, we’re off! We’re not exactly fresh, but we’re ready to tackle the next five hundred kilometers in night mode, cruise control set due south! Just outside Windhoek, the local wildlife—a jackal—welcomes us with a smile: "Welcome to Namibia!" That’s what it said! Honest... Okay, first endless straight road, first flaming sunset, first corrugated dirt track, first Milky Way with zero light pollution... You get it—it’s definitely the day of firsts... First night camping, too, in the big trunk of our Toyota Fortuner parked by the side of the track... The real adventure, the kind that smells under the arms, can finally begin...
When we started looking for a summer destination a few months ago, our first criterion was to avoid extreme heat and heatwaves. We had already been to Norway two years ago and are considering going back in the future for other occasions. So, we had some fun asking ChatGPT which destinations enjoyed a mild climate during the summer without going too far. Among the list provided by the AI were the Canary Islands... The idea of a place we wouldn’t have thought of first, both not too far away and exotic enough, appealed to us: “Hmm, why not?”
This destination had never really attracted me, though Magali was a bit more interested. Five years earlier, COVID had caused a short break in my professional activity, and I had planned a trip because the flight price was attractive, and I was looking for a destination different from what usually appeals to me, more than out of deep interest. From a distance and with a social judgment I acknowledge (it’s not great, but it’s not completely wrong), I had the image of a destination for party-goers enjoying the sun without the slightest interest in local culture, with concrete coastlines and denatured landscapes—everything I detest the most. Still, I had done some quick research on the different islands and spotted Lanzarote for its beautiful volcanic landscapes, hiking trails, beaches, and the impression of a good balance between activity and fewer crowds than Tenerife or Gran Canaria. Then I dropped the idea of going, without ever reconsidering traveling to the Canaries...
Until now! Because we started researching the different islands of the archipelago to see which ones might appeal to us the most. It was La Gomera, the third smallest island of the archipelago, more praised for its hiking trails and preserved nature than for its beaches, away from mass tourism (fifty times fewer tourists than Tenerife) but still a bit more developed than its wild neighbor El Hierro, that caught our attention. Contrary to what might be suggested later, I’m not at all addicted to AI, but I use it from time to time to synthesize quick research or simply for experimentation. Since ChatGPT had started anticipating my tastes lately as if it had become my buddy (often successfully, sometimes off the mark), I asked which Canary Island would suit me best for a trip with my family. The tool answered first with... La Gomera. So, I tested it and teased it a bit to see if this suggestion was well-founded, as the method sometimes makes it contradict itself. But no luck: “You’d appreciate the wild nature of El Hierro, but with family, you’ll find little activity for the kids. You won’t like the touristy vibe of the big islands like Tenerife, Gran Canaria, Lanzarote, and Fuerteventura. You could consider La Palma, but it’s really La Gomera that will suit you best, based on your interests and the criteria given.” So, we dug deeper into our research and were convinced without a shadow of a doubt that this island was the one waiting for us.
Without knowing it, we had Canarians in our circle who revealed their origins when they heard about our travel plans. One from Tenerife insisted we’d be better off choosing Tenerife (obviously...) because it also has preserved spots and that La Gomera, “you can explore it in two or three days, you’ll get bored quickly...” The other, a colleague from Gran Canaria who had never visited La Gomera, still recommended it without hesitation because it turned out her parents had just gone there on vacation: they loved it and had encountered few tourists. She also tended to think this destination was usually the subject of short stays, but according to what her parents told her, taking your time there was also a great idea. However, in our research, the idea that La Gomera is an island you can explore in three or four days max kept coming up. So, we considered combining its visit with La Palma or El Hierro, the other two that caught our eye. But hopping between islands by ferry represents a significant budget for non-Canarians, even more so for a family of four. Then, scrutinizing Google Maps, it seemed obvious that two weeks were too short to discover two islands as they deserve, and that there seemed to be plenty to see in La Gomera, given its very unique culture. After all, we read that some people spend several months a year there, others never even leave... Finally, these landscapes and this atmosphere, which seemed to us a mix of Europe, North Africa, and Latin America, tempted us. So, it would be two weeks in La Gomera, deal!
La Gomera is therefore the second... well, the third smallest island of the Canaries since La Graciosa was recently recognized as a fully inhabited island. It has the shape of a rough circle about 20 to 25 kilometers in diameter and has just over 20,000 inhabitants, half of them in its capital, San Sebastián de la Gomera, the only real town. Like its Canarian sisters, La Gomera is a volcanic formation that rose about 10 million years ago. The island is very mountainous and rugged, covered with red and black rocky landscapes. Geological activity has shaped, between the sprawling massifs that end in steep cliffs in the ocean, six coastal valleys with tropical vegetation that have favored human settlement. They divide the island like slices of a cake; from the north clockwise: the agricultural Vallehermoso, the rustic Agulo, the green, humid, and fertile Hermigua, the sunny capital San Sebastián de la Gomera, the southern and isolated Alajeró-Santiago, and the seaside Valle Gran Rey. They constitute the six municipalities (more like cantons to our French understanding) of the territory.
The large solidified magma massifs that shape the heart of the island have created a large depression more protected from the sun at its center, allowing the growth of a vast laurel forest, today grouped within the Garajonay National Park, La Gomera’s green lung, which has earned it the status of a World Biosphere Reserve. Its completely European appearance contrasts sharply with the rocky and tropical landscapes of the rest of the island. Thus, the climate varies greatly from one point to another on the island: in summer, you can quickly go from a dry and sunny valley at 35°C to a humid forest area at altitude at 18°C.
La Gomera was populated late. As with the rest of the Canaries, human presence is thought to have begun about 2,000 years ago. Groups of animist Berbers, probably fleeing persecution, gradually populated the archipelago, especially the western islands and La Gomera, becoming its small aboriginal population: the Guanches (or later Gomeros). The animist and pastoral civilization of the Guanches thrived until the Spanish takeover in the 15th century, which, after a short period of harmony and mixing with the indigenous people, suddenly ended in bloodshed... La Gomera later became the “Columbus Island” after Christopher Columbus’s stopover, increasing the blending of populations. In the 20th century, many Gomeros emigrated to Cuba and other Latin American countries in search of a better life, bringing back a mix of cultures and traits quite palpable in today’s Gomeran culture. It is, however, in La Gomera that the vestiges of Guanche culture seem to have left the most traces, in the language, gastronomy, social practices... Moreover, most Gomeros, especially in remote villages, have a particular identifiable type and proudly claim their ancestral roots, even making La Gomera a bit exotic in the eyes of other Canarians.
Perhaps that’s why it has never really wanted to develop its tourist infrastructure too much. If we set aside the tourists who visit for the day by bus or boat from Tenerife on a marked itinerary (and whom we ultimately rarely encounter), La Gomera has remained a hidden gem, a destination focused on nature discovery that attracts hikers, nature-loving divers, and scientists for its fauna and flora, and to a lesser extent, beachgoers who don’t seek overly developed coastlines. Tourist activity is therefore limited. Roughly speaking, you’ll find a majority of Spaniards, including a substantial number of residents from other Canary Islands, many Germans who have a particular fondness for La Gomera and spend long stays there or own second homes, to the point that the German cultural footprint is clearly noticeable in some places (it’s said to be Angela Merkel’s favorite holiday spot), and still quite a few French. The presence of other nationalities seemed negligible to us. Most travelers come mainly for hiking, but it’s also a prime spot for whale watching. Additionally, the seaside resorts of La Gomera—San Sebastián, Santiago, and especially Valle Gran Rey—are well-known destinations for hippies, especially German ones, ranging from chic boho hippies to old-school hippies who’ve been there for decades, quite similar to those you’d meet in India in Goa, Rishikesh, or Paharganj. Thus, practices like naturism, vegetarianism, and local organic production are quite well established in some areas.
Some practical info:
- The round-trip flight from Paris to Tenerife cost us 365 € per person (outbound with Transavia, return with EasyJet), including checked luggage and three seats reserved side by side.
- We chose two bases to explore the island: one week in Valle Gran Rey, reputed to be the most pleasant of the three seaside resorts, and one week in Hermigua, more mountainous and close to the natural park. We booked two houses with balconies and views: the first at 120 € per night, the second at 99 €.
- The round-trip ferry between Tenerife and La Gomera cost us 270 € with the company Baleària Canarias, including discounts for children aged 4 and 12, but I don’t have the exact details. It was a bit cheaper than with the other company, Fred Olsen.
- Finally, we rented a car through the agency Cicar for 360 € for 16 days, which comes to 22.50 € per day.
- Apart from that, we didn’t plan anything and decided the day before or even the morning of what we wanted to do. We didn’t invest in any paper guide on the Canaries, as information on La Gomera was scarce, but we used the very comprehensive site La Gomera Travel, a travel guide published by the Canary Islands Tourism Council, a real goldmine of almost exhaustive information on the island.
Alright, off we go for 16 days of adventure discovering La Gomera!
I’d been wanting to discover Sulawesi for years. But then life happened—COVID, the cost of flight tickets, you name it. Long story short, years went by, but we finally set off as a family for a three-week trip in southern Sulawesi: Rammang Rammang, Rantepao, Sengkang, Bira, and Selayar.
I like to spend a good amount of time in the places I visit, giving myself the chance to really get to know the area and meet locals. So no island-hopping this time—just the south. But when I say "just," it’s not restrictive at all, given how rich this island is in landscapes, little encounters, and magical moments.
Wednesday 07/08 - Thursday 07/09:
We left Montpellier for what was supposed to be five flights, though we only took four to start, landing in Jakarta.
We picked up our luggage there to catch a flight to Makassar the next day. That’s the only way we could get an affordable ticket (702 €).
I won’t bore you with the flight details—there’s not much to say. We arrived at 7 PM and considered heading straight to Makassar that evening. But we opted for a recovery night before taking off again. Good thing we did, because my son’s suitcase was missing...
First contact with the locals was a bit stressful—a trip without your luggage isn’t exactly fun. But right away, a woman reassured us: the suitcase was just enjoying some extra time in Singapore. Maybe it was doing some last-minute shopping. Anyway, nothing serious—it was supposed to arrive at 9 AM the next day. That gave us some breathing room since our flight wasn’t until noon.
So off we went to our hotel (Days Hotel & Suites) near the airport. It was cheap (40 € for three rooms—my kids are older and need their space), but it wasn’t worth much more. The place had definitely seen better days. But no big deal—we were only there for the night, and... we got to watch France beat Morocco in the World Cup live at 3 AM. That’s what really mattered!
Friday 07/10: In search of the lost suitcase
First challenge of the morning: finding our missing suitcase. They sent us to the airport basement, to the staff entrance. We were greeted with smiles, and an airport employee led me through the underground corridors back to the baggage claim. Right on time at 9 AM, the suitcase arrived, just like they’d promised. We were finally complete!
Off we went to change terminals, grab a well-deserved meal, and board our fifth flight to Makassar.
Little side note: I struggled for a while trying to book domestic flights directly on the airlines’ websites with no luck. Without meaning to advertise (though I guess I am a little), I realized it’d be easier to use sites like tiket.com or Traveloka. That turned out to be a great choice—I even ended up booking hotels through them later in the trip.
12:40 PM: We were on our way to Makassar. First good news: we were the only tourists. Well, the only European tourists on the flight, anyway.
No, you’re not dreaming—the bag is full of... potato chip packets.
To each their own souvenirs, I guess...
When we arrived in Makassar, a driver was waiting to take us straight to Rammang Rammang: 250,000 IDR (12 €) to our guesthouse (Rammang Rammang House). Forget about meeting people on the bus—we were headed straight to the first stop of our trip, and it was already stunning.
My kids’ guesthouse:
Ours:
View of the little lake:
But not everything is straightforward around here.
I wanted to get a local SIM card for internet and calls. I found them expensive at Jakarta’s airport (20 € for 20 GB), so I decided to wait. Well, no luck in Rammang Rammang either. You can’t just buy one from the local shop—you need a Telkomsat store (they have the best coverage). So we’d have to wait for Rantepao to get Wi-Fi... When I say "local shop," I mean the little shack around the corner. No big deal—we’d find one easily in Rantepao for 5 € and 25 GB. So there we were, offline, just the four of us enjoying the amazing view.
Saturday 07/11: Rammang Rammang
We woke up early to the sound of wedding music blasting through the village (everyone’s invited!). Off we went to explore the area.
A little walking, a little boat ride (shared with a French tourist and a Polish one—yes, there *are* tourists here, just not many; 750,000 IDR for up to 8 people) through a lovely canal, and we discovered the karst site. It was peaceful and beautiful.
The river:
The karst site:
After as many weeks as I have fingers on my right hand, we're hitting the road again, fully recovered from our pharaonic adventure. Back in France to drop off our daughters (sorry, girls!), this time it's just the two of us, ready to be welcomed by a new destination. They say it offers one of the richest cultural heritages in the world for those willing to put in the effort. It's the land of the ancient Silk Road, where we'll follow a journey steeped in history and discoveries straight out of *One Thousand and One Nights*. A former Soviet bloc region independent only since 1991, we'll be walking in the footsteps of Genghis Khan, Tamerlane, Alexander the Great, Marco Polo...
Another fun fact about this country: it's strictly forbidden to import porn on your phone. True story. The same goes for painkillers! Unless it's about sodomy—though the two don’t seem connected, that’s just how it is. Don’t ask me why! Anyway, I’m getting off track. Here’s the big question: Where do you think we’ve just landed?... To give you a hint, the locals are known for being incredibly welcoming. No sooner said than done—our first taxi driver, proud to transport French travelers, refused to let us pay for the ride. Great vibes for these two weeks ahead. So, any guesses?
Uzbekistan!!!
I could have titled my travel journal like Carmen: "Some trips are born twice." Indeed, we had considered this destination back in February 2020. However, an honest tour operator advised us against traveling at that time due to the climate. So, we gave up and opted for Guatemala instead (see "On the Mayan Lands" on this site).
So, why this title? When I was in primary school, over 65 years ago, the illustrations in my history books (Machu Picchu) and geography books (Lake Titicaca) made me dream, and those images stayed in my mind. It took until 2026 to finally make this dream come true!
We prepared our trip with Tout Pérou, a French-speaking "agency." Everything was handled via email and WhatsApp exchanges with our contact: Laurent, who was both competent, friendly, and full of good advice.
For 200 €, Tout Pérou provided us with drivers and guides whenever we wanted, helped us buy our domestic flights (cheaper when purchased in Peru), booked shuttles between airports and hotels, and got us a discount on the train ride to Aguas Calientes, as well as on the buses between Chivay and Puno and between Puno and Cusco. In short, Laurent took care of all the logistics and the Machu Picchu tickets. It was up to us to book our hotels. Tout Pérou provided a list, but we weren’t obliged to follow it. Another advantage of the package: we didn’t have to pay in advance; we paid the service providers directly day by day.
We didn’t meet Laurent in person because he was on vacation in Europe. Before his departure, he gave us a briefing, provided a summary table with the entire program, the service providers, their phone numbers, their fees, the schedules, and gave us plenty of advice (money, exchange, safety, etc.). After returning at the end of our stay, he kept checking in on us.
Lastly, we had also gathered information from Arnaud Lagadec, who runs a hotel in Cusco and offers tours of the region. He gave us a lot of useful information. Another contact: Thomas Montaigne, very friendly, who runs an agency in Arequipa (Agence Pérou Exclusif).
Day 1 – Paris to Lima
Foreword
I’ll share our trip without any pretension—I don’t have the talent of some contributors on this forum—and I’ll illustrate it with a few photos (taken with an ordinary smartphone). My comments are personal and only reflect my own views. So, please be kind! Feel free to comment on my story as you like, but let’s avoid pointless debates.
Even though we live in the south of the Paris region, true to our habits when the flight is in the morning, we chose to spend the night before our departure in a hotel near CDG and parked our car in a parking lot in Garches. This way, we avoid the stress that often comes with traveling around Paris (accidents, roadworks, traffic jams, etc.).
Check-in and border control went smoothly on that Sunday morning. Our Air France flight was uneventful. In Lima, border control took a particularly long time, and for the first time, we didn’t get an entry visa stamped in our passports.
As planned, a driver took us to the Miraflores district, where our hotel was located. We were surprised by the numerous signs about possible tsunamis, having forgotten that Peru is prone to such events and regularly experiences earthquakes. We’d see the consequences of these during our journey.
Exhausted from the early wake-up, the 13-hour flight, and the 7-hour time difference, we had dinner at the hotel before a restful night.
Note that this day was Peru’s presidential election day. As a result, we weren’t served beer—the sale of alcohol was banned that Sunday.
Okay, Palermo—we know it. We go there to marvel at the architectural wonders born from the Arab-Norman-Byzantine-Gothic mix. And rightly so. We also go to treat our taste buds to all kinds of delights, both savory and sweet. Again, rightly so. We go to succumb to the charms of Palermo’s women, their sun-kissed skin glowing with golden highlights. Still, rightly so. And all while fantasizing about a mafia we’ll never actually see. Anyway.
But you’ll also find street art everywhere, even in the historic center. Sometimes, you just need to step a few meters away from the main tourist highways like Cassaro, Via Maqueda, or the main arteries of the Ballarò, Capo, or Vucciria markets to stumble upon some amazing murals. Duck into one or two slightly grimy alleys, weaving past trash and crumbling walls, and you’ll find real gems.
For example, just 50 meters south of the main artery of the Mercato del Capo, there’s a great spot with dozens of murals in a tiny neighborhood of run-down mini-houses. You’ll find plenty more south of the Mercato di Ballarò, in the Albergheria (the grittier side, not the one near Cassaro). There’s some in Ballarò itself too, but it’s hard to spot when the market’s in full swing with stalls everywhere. La Kalsa isn’t left out either, nor is Vucciria—just step away from the restaurant-packed streets.
Here are a few examples that really caught my eye.
(In the heart of Albergheria, on a street every visitor walks down—lovely message from an unidentified artist)
We landed in Victoria Falls, Zimbabwe, and headed straight to Kasane in Botswana to pick up our car.
Our vehicle is a 4x4 because in Zambia, it's practically impossible to use anything else, especially in the national parks. I’ve already had the pleasure of visiting South Luangwa National Park—it’s one of the reasons for this trip, the main one being to travel in Africa with one of my sons.
First stop: Livingstone on the banks of the Zambezi River. Along the way, we discovered a lovely restaurant at Socrates with a super-friendly owner (we’ll actually stop there again on our way back). We spent our first night in the rooftop tent after a stunning sunset, accompanied by the grunting of hippos in the river.
The next day, we set off early, heading to Kafue NP. In fact, we’ll always leave early—waking up between 5:00 and 5:30 AM and hitting the road an hour later. Kafue is a lesser-known park, mostly forested, and the animals are skittish because they’re not used to human presence. We crossed the park from south to north and came across various antelopes. Near Lake Itezhi-Tezhi, there are plains where wildlife is easier to spot.
After Kafue, we headed to South Luangwa. This journey requires stops in Mumbwa and Petauke. Two pleasant stops where we found lodges (a nice change from the rooftop tent) at affordable prices and met welcoming people.
For me, South Luangwa is Zambia’s most beautiful park—the river is stunning, the landscapes are gorgeous, and there’s a wide variety of wildlife, including, of course, big cats. A tip for those, like us, who aren’t with a guide: if you’re staying near the park for several days, don’t hesitate to do a "game drive" to scout out where the animals are so you can return the next day with your own vehicle. Of course, in the dry season, you’ll want to focus on waterholes to see the animals—and you’ll need a bit of luck too. The elephant population is growing, and we were lucky enough to see around sixty elephants crossing the Luangwa at dawn, spread across several groups. South Luangwa is the westernmost point of our trip, and we’re now heading east to Lower Zambezi.
Lower Zambezi is Zambia’s side of Mana Pools on the Zimbabwe side. We took a boat ride on the Zambezi to see elephants, hippos, crocodiles, and a multitude of birds living along the water and on the river’s islands. The sunset there is also magnificent.
To explore the park, we followed the waterways parallel to the Zambezi, mostly on the western side (see our route). Lower Zambezi is the last park we visit, and the final leg of our trip will be Victoria Falls.
Victoria Falls—or Mosi-Oa-Tunya ("The Smoke That Thunders")—are truly impressive, even during the dry season. We saw the falls from both countries: in Zambia for the overall view and the bridge that serves as the border, and in Zimbabwe to get as close as possible to the most spectacular parts of the falls.
This marks the end of our trip, which, despite a blown tire on the road, went off without any major issues. Zambia is a beautiful country that immerses you in wild, still-preserved nature.
Come along, I'm taking you to this country where it's so nice to wander and slow down...
This trip was in 2023, but when I wanted to write my travel journal, VF was still closed to contributions...
So, now that I've just finished my Japan travel journal here, I figured it was high time to honor this destination we came back from so enchanted.
Disclaimer 1: This is a written travel journal. There’ll be text! Too much, for some!
Disclaimer 2: This is an illustrated travel journal. There’ll be photos! Too many, for some!
I have to say, every time I try to discipline myself, to keep it shorter, to include fewer photos... I end up adding more. It feels like my dear Aunt Nicole, who exhausted us with her slide-show evenings in the 70s/80s, decided to take her revenge. The upside for you, readers, is that you can slip away anytime without offending Aunt Nicole. I won’t even notice!
Anyway, since I love maps, here’s one to give you an idea of where I’m taking you. As you can see, we only saw a tiny part of Laos (the areas circled in red); we only had 3 weeks for ourselves (my husband’s newly retired, I still work), and we prefer taking our time over rushing around like crazy.
In broad strokes, it was very classic:
First, we “settled in” at Luang Prabang (8 days), because we wanted and needed to.
From there, we took three days to venture a little further north—not far in kilometers, but as we know, distances aren’t just about km!
Then we flew south to Paksé, letting ourselves drift down to the 4,000 Islands while stopping by the pre-Angkorian archaeological sites.
We wrapped up with the Bolaven Plateau.
A few practical notes: We arrived via Bangkok, then took a Bangkok-Luang Prabang flight, having picked up our luggage in Bangkok to check it in for Luang Prabang. No issues—the Bangkok airport, which many of you know, is very well organized.
We got our visas on arrival in Luang Prabang. Quick, but to be fair, we were on a “small” plane, and the big flights had arrived earlier, so we weren’t too crowded in line!
At the end of our trip, we didn’t fly out of Paksé but from the nearby airport in Thailand, Ubon Ratchathani (a 2.5-hour drive from Paksé), then Bangkok and Paris.
You’ll notice we skipped Vientiane to stay longer in Luang Prabang. That said, there’s now a high-speed train between Vientiane and Luang Prabang—good to know—and soon the (Chinese) train will go all the way to Bangkok and even Kuala Lumpur!
With that intro out of the way, let’s dive into the heart of the matter.
To be continued: Slowing down the pace... in Luang Prabang
From Southern Shikoku, between land and sea, to the blue waters of Miyakojima and finally Tokyo’s megacity
Hi everyone,
I have to admit, I really hesitated before deciding to write this travel journal... Writing one takes a lot of time and energy, and since this is my 4th trip, I wondered if it would actually interest anyone other than myself (both for the discovery and the writing). But after a few "Are you going to write a journal?" requests and especially the renewed pleasure from reading other travelers’ travel journals about Japan or elsewhere on this forum or elsewhere, I’ve decided to share this 4th installment in the Land of the Rising Sun here.
The itinerary:
27 full days, from late May to late June 2025, right in the middle of the rainy season, including:
-->13 days in Shikoku, from Kochi (Kochi Prefecture) to Matsuyama (Ehime Prefecture)
-->7 days in Miyakojima (Okinawa Prefecture)
-->7 days in Tokyo
The trip was decided on fairly last-minute this year, as usual.
I regularly check flight prices to track fluctuations for this destination, even without concrete plans. Finding a slightly cheaper direct flight (900 €) than what I’d seen in previous months (around 1,200–1,400 € on average) for a Paris-Tokyo route with Japanese airline ANA was too tempting to resist the urge to return to this enchanting country. After long hesitations between exploring the San’in region (Matsue, Tottori, Yamaguchi) and southern Shikoku, the decision was made—I took the plunge! The tickets are booked: Paris to Kochi with a layover in Tokyo, all with ANA, the airline I’d been dreaming of... for 1,120 € per person. Okay, it’s not cheap, but it’s still better than in 2023.
We leave in 2 weeks!! Now it’s just a matter of getting everything ready!
Intense work ahead in these 2 weeks to:
finalize a more precise itinerary and reach an agreement—yep, because even though we both love Japan, our preferences differ slightly, and we have to choose between exploring new places or taking time to revisit beloved spots...
decide how much time to spend in each selected area without rushing while still exploring
research places that might interest us and watch videos about Japan
book accommodations: yes, it’s possible to do this on the spot as we go, but last year, we noticed that last-minute options were pretty expensive, so we’re booking ahead—even if it means keeping a few options open while we decide or see if better deals pop up later
reserve rental cars
order yen
check the weather regularly and wonder if choosing the *tsuyu* (rainy season) was really a good idea—and whether we’ll be stuck in non-stop rain???
What a tough job, right? Traveling to Japan for a month—such a hard life!
Despite this being my 4th trip, the excitement is just as intense as the first time.
The only small downside is that when we booked the flight tickets, there were only a few seats left, so we’re only sitting together on the international return flight. Plus, on the outbound flight, we’ve got the middle seats.
Another lingering question: what French-language films will be available? According to the internet, the selection seems limited.
Oh well, these are just minor details—it’s almost time to fly!
PS: I’ll be posting slowly and irregularly... so for those interested, be patient or maybe set an alert...
Hi everyone, I’m Patrick, 67 years old, a seasoned traveler (already 22 trips outside Europe).
In autumn 2025, I took my first 3-week trip to Japan, with stops in Tokyo, Kamakura, Matsumoto, Kamikochi, Takayama, Kanazawa, Kyoto, Nara, Osaka, Koyasan, Tokyo again, and Nikko.
I wanted to go back in May 2026 and explore some lesser-known places to complement my first trip.
Last year, there were four of us traveling together to discover Japan (a fairly classic itinerary). This time, I’ll be traveling solo for part of the trip and with a couple of French friends for the rest.
The weather was gorgeous in May, averaging around 25°C, with two very hot days in Kyoto and only two rainy days.
As usual, I organized everything myself, gathering plenty of information from various sites, including this one.
Transportation:
An ICOCA card is essential.
I got a 5-day Kansai-Hiroshima pass because I took the shinkansen between Hiroshima and Osaka three times, and it paid for itself quickly.
Accommodations:
Mostly through Booking. No issues at all. Average cost was 46 € per night.
Meals:
For breakfast, I alternated between buying food at a konbini to eat in my room or on the train and grabbing something at local cafés.
For lunch and dinner, I tried to vary my meals as much as possible—lots of sashimi, sushi, and ramen.
Okonomiyaki in Osaka and Hiroshima.
Oysters in every form (raw, grilled, fried) in Onomichi and Hiroshima.
A variety of seafood (shrimp, shellfish) in Hiroshima and Matsumoto.
Fish whose names often escaped me, but notably mackerel and eel (unagi).
Tempura and gyoza.
Chicken skewers (yakitori) and one teppanyaki meal.
One omakase meal (9 different dishes).
In the end, not much meat aside from a few yakitori skewers. No splurges on super expensive wagyu or Kobe beef.
Average dinner cost: 4,800 yen, drinks included.
The Itinerary:
Day 1: Departure from Brussels
Day 2: Arrival in Osaka
Day 3: To Himeji, then Kurashiki
Day 4: To Fukuyama, then Tomo no Ura, then Onomichi
Day 5: Cycling the Shimanami Kaido
Day 6: To Takahara, then Hiroshima
Day 7: To Kyoto to attend the Aoi Matsuri parade
Day 8: To Miyajima
Day 9: Hiroshima, then Kyoto
Day 10: Southern Kyoto
Day 11: Northern Kyoto
Day 12: Final day in Kyoto, then to Nagatsugawa
Day 13: Start of the Nakasendo Trail (Magome to Tsumago)
Day 14: Second day of the trail (Kiso Fukushima)
Day 15: Third day of the trail (Narai), then Matsumoto
Day 16: To Mt. Fuji (Kawaguchiko)
Day 17: To Tokyo
Day 18: Excursion to Enoshima and Kamakura
Day 19: Flight home, with a 10-hour layover in Hong Kong
Day 20: Arrival in Brussels
Before Our Departure
Preparing for this trip started 9 months before our departure in June. For those planning a similar itinerary, it’s important to book accommodations well in advance, especially in the Okavango and Savuti campsites—otherwise, you might not find any availability.
Introduction
After visiting Zambia three years ago and Namibia and western Botswana a year and a half ago, this year we chose Zimbabwe (Hwange NP) and the northern half of Botswana.
Our flight from Paris was to Victoria Falls with Ethiopian Airlines, with a layover in Addis Ababa. We rented a 4x4 from Bushlore in Kasane, complete with two rooftop tents since there are four of us on this adventure. Bushlore picked us up from our guesthouse to collect our 4x4 and, most importantly, gave us a rundown of the vehicle and its equipment. Pay close attention to what they tell you—it could be crucial if something goes wrong, as it did for us during the trip.
Our Itinerary
We arrived on June 12th at noon. At Victoria Falls Airport, we got our double-entry visa right away—I’d already pre-booked it online on the site https://www.evisa.gov.zw/.
Since our vehicle was in Botswana, we had to cross the border from Victoria Falls into Botswana for the first time.
The next morning, Bushlore picked us up from our guesthouse to collect our 4x4. After completing the formalities, we headed toward Zimbabwe and the town of Victoria Falls.
We woke up early the next morning to be at Victoria Falls at sunrise. The scenery was stunning, but since it was the start of the dry season, the Zambezi was still high, so the falls had a strong flow. This made it hard to fully appreciate their beauty.
In the early afternoon, we left for Hwange NP, where we stayed for 4 days. Two days at Gwango campsite near Dete, followed by two days at Robins Camp. We expected to see more animals at Robins, but that wasn’t the case. In Hwange, we didn’t spot any predators, but we did see plenty of mammals (buffalo, elephants, giraffes, zebras, and antelopes).
After a few days in Zimbabwe, we crossed back into Botswana at Pandamatenga. We stopped at Nata Lodge for a good night’s rest—driving on the dirt roads is exhausting.
We left Nata and headed toward Nxai Pan. The road was sandy but manageable. We made a small detour to admire some beautiful baobabs at "Baines Baobabs." Then we continued to our campsite, Nxai Pan South Camp. Keep in mind that many campsites in Botswana aren’t fenced (except for the shower/toilet areas), so animals can roam freely within the camp. Take precautions, especially after dark.
After our stop in Nxai Pan, we headed to Maun. We decided to break our journey in Maun before heading to Moremi and the Okavango Delta for three reasons: first, we needed to stock up on supplies and fuel for the next 5 days; second, our fridge had broken (luckily, Bushlore has a branch in Maun); and third, the drive from Nxai to our camp in Xakanaxa in the delta would’ve taken too long. I always avoid driving after dark.
We arrived at our Xakanaxa camp on June 21st in the early afternoon. Not wanting to waste time, we booked a boat ride on the Okavango Delta, leaving at 4:00 PM for a 2-hour sunset cruise. For those interested, to the right of the Xakanaxa X1 site, there’s a sign for boat rides. The organizer is very professional and offers prices that are nothing like those of the lodges.
It was a beautiful ride through the delta with a stunning sunset. Being on a boat is much more relaxing than driving on the dirt roads. That didn’t stop us from doing self-drive safaris the next morning and late afternoon, though.
Then came the time to leave the delta and head toward Savuti, a much drier region. And that’s when the toughest part of our trip began. First, we decided to go up via Khwai. The rainy season was over, but the area was still marshy. We had to cross a few small water patches, testing the depth to make sure we could get through. Luckily, a sign on the road pointed us toward a drier route. We reached Khwai without any issues, but then we made a major mistake. Instead of taking the main track toward Mababe Gate to reach Savuti Camp, we took a straight path north and then a right turn to get to our camp. Bad call—we got stuck in the sand, with one rear wheel buried halfway and a front wheel off the ground. We were genuinely scared we wouldn’t get out, especially since we were on a deserted track, 20 kilometers from our destination, with night falling in two hours. This is where paying attention to the vehicle instructions really paid off—we had to use the jack to get out of the mess. The result: we arrived at Savuti campsite just before dark (Distance: 146.3 km, Duration: 9 hours, 56 minutes, and 3 seconds, Average speed: 14.7 km/h, tracked with Osmand). At reception, the staff couldn’t understand how we’d gotten there—we hadn’t passed through any of Savuti’s reserve entry gates.
The next morning, no one felt like driving, so we did a game drive with a guide. I don’t know if it was some kind of reward, but the outing was amazing. We saw three lions and, best of all, a pack of African wild dogs that we had time to admire and photograph. The next day, we did a short self-drive and found one of the lions from the day before drinking at a waterhole. That was the end of our Savuti adventure.
Now we’re heading to Kasane. We returned our vehicle and settled in for our last two nights there. The next morning, since we no longer had a car, we decided to do one last early-morning game drive in Chobe NP. It turned out great—we followed two brother lions and saw plenty of other mammals. The only downside of Chobe is the number of tourists, which was a change from the other parks we’d visited. That said, we’re tourists too, so...
In the evening, we took one last boat ride on the Chobe River to end on a high note with a beautiful sunset.
After a good night’s sleep and plenty of wonderful memories, landscapes, animals, and emotions, it was time to leave. We left early in the morning with the same taxi company as before to cross the border into Zimbabwe one last time and head to the airport, where we took off to return to France.
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?
This travel journal aims to help future travelers (well, I hope so!), since there’s so little information available about this remote archipelago. Big thanks to Lolodesiles and Ayis for answering my questions while I planned this trip!
Context
This is our fourth trip to Indonesia as a couple—after Java-Bali in 2011, Flores-Komodo in 2013, and Sulawesi in 2016—each time for three weeks. It’s also our tenth trip to Southeast Asia overall.
We’re traveling like we have in previous years: with a rough itinerary that often changes based on who we meet, tips from other travelers, how tired we are, or what we’re feeling in the moment. In the Moluccas, it’ll change constantly, mostly depending on transportation.
Our only accommodation booking: the first few nights in Ambon when we arrive.
Planned route (to be refined on the spot): Ambon - Banda Islands - Lease Islands - Ternate - Tidore - Halmahera (between Sofifi and Tobelo) - Morotai and the neighboring unnamed archipelago.
Flights: Lyon-Paris-Singapore on Air France (428 € round-trip), with good meals, champagne, and wine (we like our little comforts when going on vacation 😏). Then Singapore-Jakarta-Ambon on Air Asia and Garuda.
Return flight: Ternate-Jakarta-Singapore on Lion Air, with a 3-day stopover in Singapore before heading home.
Episode 1: Ambon to Banda
Our guesthouse, booked two days before departure, is 45 minutes from Ambon Airport, near Natsepa Beach (northeast of Leihitu). It’s a pretty average beach—quiet on weekdays but packed on Sundays (we saw the difference). It’s lined with warungs.
This rainy day helps us readjust to the atmosphere of this country we love so much.
Our “Solim Guesthouse” is a lovely house with a living/dining room and garden, costing 15 € per night for two, including a hearty breakfast.
Dinner is at Gaba Gaba, a great restaurant just a short walk away, right by the water, recommended by our host. Fun fact: it’s in the Lonely Planet, and it might be the only LP-listed spot in the Moluccas that actually matches the description (the others either don’t exist or have nothing to do with what’s advertised 😠).
For the next two days, the super-friendly owner lends us his scooter. We set off to explore the coastal villages in northern Leihitu (the western part of Ambon Island, which has a weird shape).
Laundry and trucks washed in the same stream.
Liang Beach, described as the island’s most beautiful, is almost gone (climate change or something else?), but the colors are magical.
We continue 25 km toward a snorkeling spot our host recommended, taking a gorgeous, deserted little road through tiny villages in clove plantations (oh, those unforgettable scents!), stunning coves, and dense forest.
We’re greeted dozens of times with “Hello Mister”—a daily routine in the Moluccas. Every time we stop, we pose for photos to be saved on locals’ smartphones. They don’t see tourists often.
We ask for directions to the snorkeling spot (not easy—we only know basic Indonesian like *Selamat pagi*, *siang*, *sore*, and other polite phrases). Not many people know where it is (especially since we never know which village we’re in), but we eventually reach a small village that seems to be the right place. 🙂
We ask a local to take us there by boat (it’s not reachable by land).
The spot is at most 100 meters long, but the coral is in good condition (apparently not dynamited by fishermen, unlike in other parts of this beautiful country where fishing methods are destructive and nature pays the price 😠). The fish are plentiful and diverse. It’s a great start before heading to Banda. We’re happy to have the place to ourselves… though we don’t yet realize we won’t see a single tourist for the rest of the trip!
After two days of rest, we head to Tulehu Port in the morning, aiming for the Banda Islands. We know the journey is often tricky: the Pelni ferry runs twice a month but doesn’t match our dates, the 10-seat Suzi Air plane is always full (you can’t book—you have to show up on Mondays and Fridays), and it’s often canceled due to weather. So we opt for the Tuesday speedboat (which also gets canceled if there are waves or wind), with the next one on Saturday.
We’re used to Indonesian ports—crowded, rusty boats, no English speakers—but we still feel lost. When I ask about the speedboat to Bandaneira, people gesture wildly, someone takes me to the “harbor office,” then tells me there’s no boat, others try to sell me tickets, and some just say, “No boat.”
Luckily, an English-speaking local approaches us and confirms the speedboat is broken. The next one will be Saturday *if* it’s fixed—otherwise, even later. 🤪 😠
We’re crushed. We came here for the Banda Islands… 🙁
We decide waiting five days for a maybe-boat isn’t an option, so we decide to head straight to North Moluccas, which was planned for later. We’re so disappointed we don’t even want to stay in the area. The Lease Islands don’t appeal to us despite what we’ve read, and Seram would deserve its own trip with its remote mountain tribes.
Huge disappointment—we’d been dreaming of Banda for months, with its incredible drop-offs like Bunaken, its islands covered in nutmeg trees, etc. I’d read that Banda is in the world’s top 5, alongside Bunaken (amazing—we went in 2016), Komodo (incredible—we went in 2013), Sipadan, and another spot I’ve forgotten.
We take a taxi back to Ambon (45 minutes) to a travel agency to buy plane tickets to Ternate. There’s a daily ATR72 flight at noon—perfect timing.
Ambon is the capital of South Moluccas (or Central, depending on who you ask!) with 300,000 people. The city doesn’t seem unpleasant, but we don’t stop.
On the plane, there are only about ten passengers for 72 seats. The flight attendants are stunning, as always with Wings Air—clearly, they’re hired for their looks. 😊
Stopover in Bacan—a runway in the middle of coconut trees serving a tiny town—then we fly over countless volcanoes, the last one towering over Ternate.
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.
Bonjour,
De retour sur le forum - et première rédaction d'un espèce de carnet de retour de notre 4ème voyage en Indo.
Contexte : une trentaine de jours, en scooter et en duo, sur Florès (et une petite incursion dans l'archipel de Solor, plus précisément à Lembata (chut, faut pas trop en parler !!!), qui donne envie d'en faire beaucoup plus là bas malgré les infrastructures sporadiques), en partie dans des destinations déjà bien connues du forum (la classique Ruteng / Bajawa / Riung / Moni voir baie de Maumere) ... et qui ne parlera pas du PN de Komodo ou de Wae Rebo, puisque nous n'y sommes pas allés 🏴☠️.
Texte en anglais (issu d'une autre plateforme). Sans nul doute, des traducteurs intelligents ou pas marcheront à merveille en cas d'anglophobie 🤪.
Disponible à toute fin utile pour des détails ou infos.
Equippement : Yam' Nmax 155 ; 2x saccoches cavalières (25L) + sac de selle (30L) + saccoche tunnel (15L pour le matos photo) ; casques et vêtements d'enduro amenés depuis la France.
Itinéraire : boucle depuis Labuan bajo jusqu'à Pulau Lembata ; juillet-août 2026
Road conditions graded from A (excellent) to D (very bad, at least for a Scooter… a CRF/KLX or even honda ADV would do better on that)
D1 : Labuan Bajo – Reok via Ranggoe, Rego & Tagol (130km ; 5hrs). Section LBajo – Rego (90 km ; B) is quite good tarmac, despite a lot of elevation with many small valleys and passes. Rego – Tagol (10km ; D) is a stone road (not gravel), some ascents & very poor condition ; necessary to lower tyre pressure. Tagol – Reok port (22km, quality depends considerably from D to B). Reok port – Towncenter : B. Night @Iffah Homestay (100k for fan room, mandi attached, no breakfast), simple but clean. Notes : path to danau Sano Limbung was closed ; access to Tiwu Pai & Wae Kuli (waterfalls) not permitted in july 2026.
D2 : Reok – Riung via Pota (105km ; 3h-3h30). The road is very narrow in some part, thanks to the uncut bushes (lowering visibility hence extra caution as animals/people can suddenly appear in a turn…) but generally good condition except many eroded sections and some unpaved ones. Grade C/B. 2 nights @Mentos (285k for AC room)
D3 : Boat tour in Riung (booked directly with a captain, 800k for two for private boat incl. lunch and NP fees) + sunset from Watu Mitong Riung (should not be missed).
D4 : Riung – Muku Saki via Mbay (around 100km ; 3h30). Quality varies from A in the vicinity of Mbay to eroded sections (C) in secluded places. Night @Sao Paolo Homestay (250k for fan room with mandi, maybe overpriced but nice house and great food). Note : if you happen to pass by Mbay on Saturday, the market is well worth a stop (cheapest Ikat on the trip : you’ll be asked normal prices providing you’re OK in Bahasa…)
D5 : Muku Saki – Tanjung Kajuwulu (near Ndete) (90km, 3h). Many patholes, eroded (C). Night at Déjà Vu Homestay (220k for a matress on the floor & outside mandi/toilets ; I woud define this as a tourist trap – the quote we had for food was double priced too…)
D6 : Tanjung Kajuwulu – Waiterang (east of Maumere, 55km , 1h30). Pathholes till maumere, then All good (TransFlores), C/A. Night at Sunset Cottage (new concrete room, very serene place ; 270k for AC with bathroom ; much prefered Sunset over Lena House (more customers, more built up).
D7 : Waiterang – Larantuka via Boru and Eputobi (TransFlores ; grade A ; 115km / 2h40). Particularly liked the drink stalls (marked as Rest Area Eputobi) and the out of order aquatic park just before Larantuka (obyej wisata waiplatin). Night @ Dewy Onong Homestay, which is not advertising itself as Larantuka Beach Homestay as some contributor signals here and on goole maps review. Best breakfast of the trip (Cumi Cumi !!!) ; 275k for AC room with bathroom.
D8 : Local Boat (Kapal Kayu) from the main port to Lembata (Lewoleba). Departure 8am ; price 60k/head + 50k for the bike. Stop enroute on Adonara (where we did not stop due to fights between communities). Night @Elmany Homestay (275k for AC room with bathroom, fan room with shared bathroom also available). Whole afternoon at Pantai Hadakewa, fantastic place (good snorkeling, great views of Ile Api aka Gn Lewotolo). Road condition : A (did not expect the TransLembata to be that good…).
D9 : Loop around Ile Api (50km, 2hrs), anticlockwise. Stops enroute at Situs Tulang Paus (whale squeletton), pantai Jotona, pantai Wena (we expected to snorkel from there, but wind was very strong that day), situs Watu Nale, Selat Sonia. The western coast is far less interesting. Road conditions : bad (C) on the eastern side (up to Riangbeda), good (B/A) afterwards. Night @Elmany Homestay.
D10 : Lewoleba – Lamalera via the western and south coast (70km, 2h30). Good road (B) for roughly the first 55km (up to Tapobali), then eroded track for the last 15km (in some parts steep and dangerous) up to Lamalera (D/C). Notes : 1/ Kuma resort denied us the entry for some drink ; 2/Pantai Waijarang « complex » is abandonned but closed with fences ; you can still sneak in ; 3/ some reports advise to skip Bukit Cinta (foreigner entry fee) for Bukit Doa Watomiten (stations of the cross) ; well Bukit Cinta has also been abandonned (well spent money…sic) but remains opened with structures falling (quickly) appart. Night @Lamalera Inn (200k per head including meals ; very basic fan room + attached mandi). Planned 2 nights, spent only one, as it’s the only tenant I had difficulties with (only interested in money, initially stated crazy prices, starts loud music at 6am … and drinking moke at 8am…)
D11 : Trip to Wulandoni for the Barter Market (Saturday only). Bad road (C) along the coast. Had to report at the Kantor upon arrival, which quite surprisingly asked 100k per person (foreigner) to go inside the (outside) market. Other « local » tourists (a group from Jakarta) were not asked to pay. Well, since a market is a public space and not a zoo, we refused payment and enjoyed the activity from the kopi stall next to it. Returned then to Lamalera for the catches of the day, then to Lewoleba via the mountain road (45km, 2 hours). First 10km to Puor is in very bad condition and uphill (D/C). The remaining is on a newly constructed road (A). Note : Air Panas Sabutobo is abandonned and falling apart (again…) but there are still some water pipes along the river that you can enjoy (depending how lucky you are, just with the forest sounds as companion). Night @Elmany Homestay
D12 : Chill day alond the northern coast (Batu Payung, Pantai Hadakewa with lot of snorkeling, drove till Wailolong and backtracked to Pantai Lewolein for more snorkeling (nice canyons there !) and another fantastic sunset over Ile Api (see GMaps pictures)). Night @Elmany Homestay
D13 : Monday weekly market at Pada, southwest of Lewoleba. Renowned but honnestly dont plan any itinerary specifically for it, just an ordinary Kampung weekly market. Returned to Larantuka and Flores with the 12pm local boat (the same boat that leaves from Larantuka at 8am). Same prices as the first leg. Night @ Dewy Onong Homestay
D14 : Larantuka – Waiterang along the northern coast (100km, 3h) via Pantai Kawaliwu, Tewuk Lewokluok (trail is easy to find, very nice snorkelling in a lagoon), Pantai Lato (to my opinion the most beautiful beach on Flores and you’ll be the only visitor, as opposed to Pantai Koka) and Pantai Hia, until rejoining the TransFlores near Nebe. Grade C on the costal eroded road / track. 3 nights @Lena Guesthouse (booked ahead as it fills up quickly, but we prefered its neighbour Sunset Beach Guesthouse)
D15 : Snorkeling trip organised by Lena Guesthouse (200k per head excluding NP fees and lunch)). The drop-off near Pulau Babi is a very nice spot.
D16 : scooter day trip around the Egon Range (too lazy to hike it…), through nice Sikka villages (route : Watublapi, Umauta, Bola, pantai Doreng, Nakatoli, foot of Gn Egon, Air panas Blidit). The track from Natakoli to the foot of Gn Egon is very steep, damaged and wet (with moss) ; I would recommend not to attempt that in case of bad weather.
D17 : Waiterang – Moni (130km, 3h30, transflores grade A/B) via Pantai Koka (refused to pay the mafia entry fee…) and Jopu (some rumah Adat Lio). Stopped at Museum Bikon Blewut, south of Maumere. Very nice artefacts (especially wooden statues from Papuan, great ikat collection) although very disorganized and sadly non-visited (hence masterpieces fall into oblivion). 2 Nights @Liahz Lodge (150k for fan room, basic bathroom… but right next to Air Panas Liasembe (free, no closing time) !!!).
D18 : Sunrise from Kelimutu with a nice weather (stayed until 8.30am). I don’t know if the sunrise is really worth it (lot of people ascending and watching the sunrise – a lot but nothing compared to e.g. Gn Bromo), nearly everyone going down around 7am, then there is virtually nobody. Trip (20km one way, good road B) to Kampung Adat Nggela (Lio). Although the village is habited and mostly out of the beaten path, I have mixed fillings due to the fact that most ladies (some are pushy) try to sell you (bad) pieces of ikat.
D19 : Moni – Ende via Detusoko paddy fields, Kampung Adat Saga (Lio) and Puncak Ndona ; 75km 2h30. We really liked Saga (nice setting on the mountain, friendly villagers, no selling, mix between traditional and more modern houses in that lively village). Sunset from Bukit Raja, on the peninsula with a 360 view on Gn Iya, Gn Meja Kota Ende and the mountains behind. Note : at the end of the road (search for Gunung Meja Tourist Info Center), there is a (sand) track leading to the path. 1/ only intend the track if you have off road driving experience ; 2/ dont trust the walking time stated by Maps.me. Took us 45mins on a steady pace to reach the summit. Night @Hoja Homestay, 300k for a comfortable AC room with bathroom.
D20 : Ende – Bajawa, via Air Panas Mengeruda ; grade A, 120km, 3 hours. Note : don’t plan to short in Mengeruda (Soa), very easy to spend a half day there, especially if playing with local kids. Stay @Cinnamon GH, 250k for double with fan and hot shower (cheaper options with shared hot shower availlable).
D21 : First day in Bajawa : Watu Nari Wowo (Avatar Hill, sic…), Kampung Adat Ngada Tololela & Gurusina (very very friendly people, complementary views of Gn Inerie & Wolo Deru). Sunset from Puncak Manulalu (well… Heaven’s door Bar & Restaurant)
D22 : Second day in Bajawa : Kampung Adat Ngio (hardly visited, best view on Gn Inerie), Air Panas Malanage, Kampung Adat Bena (the most visited Ngada village (after Bela ?) in the area, we went there at the end of the afternoon to avoid tours, early morning would be fine too), and Gunung Wolobobo for a terrific sunset
D23 : returned to Gunung Wolobobo for sunrise with Gn Ebulobo in the distance (search for a track on the eastern slope, near the communication antenna). You can circuit the rim to the usual viewpoint (westside, sunset spot), the path is easy to find. Then took again the road to Aimere, visiting Kampung Adat Belaraghi enroute (the setting is maybe less rewarding than all the previous villages). 56km ; 1h30. The road to Belaraghi is fine, except the final part.
D24 : Aimere – Ruteng (105km, 3h30). Nice detour by the paddy fields of Wodo (southwest of Golo Loni) of Sunset from Golo Curu (nice encounters with locals). Night @Tange GH, 130k for room with outside (private) bathroom, no breakfast.
D25 : Surroundings of Ruteng (paddy fields north and east of ruteng ; Maps.me has funny tracks starting from Kenda), and the rather pleasant city itself (pasar, churches, lapangan). We finally skipped Liang Bua.
D26 : Ruteng - Labuan Bajo (130km, 3h30). No visits of the waterfalls close to the TransFlores (entry fee (with bule prices) + mandatory guide etc…). Sunset from Bukit Hercadi with very few locals (Bukit Sylvia & Bukit Amelia, just south, were packed). 2 nights @Wellamas Homestay, away from the harbour and its advantages/disadvantages. 230k for comfortable AC room with hot shower.
D27 : New road to Golo Mori Convention Center (another big money well spent…), with nice views on the strait separating Flores from Pulau Rinca. Some empty beaches (e.g. Pantai Pasir Pajang ; we were there on a weekday perhaps frequented by people from LBajo only). 30km (40 mins) one way, perhaps the fastest road of Flores…
D28 : Morning on the peninsula north of Labuan Bajo before taking a flight to Jakarta in the afternoon. On Google maps, the asphalt road only goes to Teras Langit ; it now (august 2026) continues to Puncak Basok and is still in progress towards the eastern part of the peninsula. On the way back, two other nice Bukit where you can enjoy nice views on the bay (and the resorts…) : Bukit Lontar & Bukit Beta. Note : we only found one public (and nice and quiet) beach in the area ; tagged as Sunset Point Beach on Gmaps. All the rest was closed by fences ; they are privately owned (although the Indonesian consitution grants the coastline as public space).
We're a family of five: one dad, one mom, and three kids aged 10, 15, and 18.
Before diving into each stop in more detail, here are a few general thoughts:
We wanted to sample a bit of everything Japan has to offer in terms of landscapes, accommodation, and transport. We were after walks, temples, restaurants, shopping, and some downtime—but no "all-inclusive experiences" or museums for this first visit.
Three medium-sized (60x42x25) canvas suitcases, plus a duffel bag and a few small backpacks. 23 kg in the hold on the way out, 60 kg on the way back. 36 kg of shopping, without even trying. I think this is the maximum suitcase size if you don’t want to stress on the Shinkansen: they fit easily in the overhead racks.
Round-trip with Cathay Pacific, layover in Hong Kong: no need to collect luggage in Hong Kong—we checked it in at departure and picked it up in Tokyo, and the same on the way back (checked in Osaka, picked up at our final destination). This let us explore Hong Kong without worrying about our bags. Food and entertainment were pretty good—meals included a little Häagen-Dazs on each flight, and the entertainment had way more Asian cinema than you’d find on a Western airline, which was a nice way to see how much weight Western culture carries in Asia.
The original plan was to fly directly from Ishigaki to Hong Kong, but due to Typhoon Dolphin, we had to cancel the Ishigaki leg. Cathay didn’t bat an eye about swapping the Ishigaki-HK flight for an Osaka-HK one, even though it was twice as long.
We were a bit too attached to the idea of ending the trip with some beach time and replaced Ishigaki with Shirahama. It was a mistake—we should’ve visited Hiroshima or spent a little more time in Tokyo instead.
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
Hello and welcome aboard this new travel journal!
We’re heading off to Ireland together—a country I’ve wanted to explore for a very long time.
The moment has finally arrived.
We’ll be traveling as a family—my wife, my husband, and our 7-year-old daughter.
Here’s our itinerary:
24/07: Flight from Marseille to Dublin, overnight in Dublin
25/07: Dublin, overnight in Dublin
26/07: Dublin, overnight in Dublin
27/07: Pick up rental car, drive to Dingle, overnight near Tralee on the peninsula
28/07: Visit the Ring of Kerry
29/07: Adare, Bunratty Castle, Galway, overnight in Outheragh, near Galway
30/07: Cliffs of Moher, overnight in Outheragh
31/07: Connemara, overnight in Outheragh
01/08: Drive to Sligo via Westport and Downpatrick Head, overnight in Sligo
02/08: Slieve League, Silver Strand Beach, Glencolmcille, overnight in Sligo
03/08: Drive to Derry via Glenveagh National Park, overnight in Derry
04/08: Giant’s Causeway, Dunluce Castle, Portrush, Derry, overnight in Derry
05/08: Drive to Belfast, visit Belfast, overnight in Lisburn (Belfast suburbs)
06/08: Game of Thrones filming locations: Dark Hedges, Carrick-a-Rede, Ballintoy, etc., overnight in Lisburn
07/08: Drive to the Wicklow Mountains, visit Wicklow Mountains National Park, overnight in Blessington
08/08: Drive back to Dublin and return to Marseille.
Cost breakdown:
Flights:
Outbound flights with KLM via Amsterdam for 3: 175 € + 40,000 Flying Blue miles (so essentially a free ticket)
Return flight with Aer Lingus for 3: 489 €
Rental car:
10 days booked with Enterprise via Carigami: 443 € including zero-excess insurance.
Accommodation:
Dublin: 3 nights at Maldron Hotel New Cross: 394 €
Tralee: 2 nights in a caravan (Ocean Trail Oasis): 292 €
Outheragh: 3 nights Airbnb, family room with private bathroom: 430 €
Sligo: 2 nights at Clayton Hotel: 456 €
Derry: 2 nights at Belfray Inn: 255 €
Lisburn: 2 nights at Temple Golf Club: 232 €
Blessington: 1 night at Baltyboys Lodges B&B: 158 €
That brings our total to 3,325 € for three.
On the ground, visits, fuel, and food cost around 2,500 €.
So this was quite an expensive trip.
A few price examples:
1 liter of unleaded fuel: 1.89 €
3-day pass in Dublin: 18 €
1 scoop of ice cream: 5 to 6.5 €
Castle visit: 15 € per person
A coffee: 3-4 €
A glass of wine at a restaurant: 8-10 €
A half-pint of Guinness: 7-12 €
Now, here’s the day-by-day account of our adventure in Ireland:
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?
This trip had been on my mind for about fifteen years.
But the discomfort of overnight stays, the difficulty of communication, and the prices of the few car rental options kept making me postpone the project.
And then, everything suddenly fell into place—I told myself, it’s time!
The preparations took longer than usual; the destination is still far from mainstream.
A bit of Kazakhstan?
Not in the end.
The south or not the south?
Yes, in the end.
Pre-book or go with the flow?
Only two stops were a leap into the unknown.
To help me find the ideal route, I made great use of this forum (thanks to everyone for patiently answering my questions!), pored over travel journals and blogs (Christian, Jeff), zoomed in on Google Maps and Yandex, and bought the guide published by OunTravela about this destination (the guide has been updated since).
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You’ve got your passport, international driver’s license, bank cards, and euros?
Off we go to Lyon—just one night left before our early morning flight.
Tomorrow night, we’ll be sleeping in Bishkek!
(Steak for my partner’s mischievous nephews...)
You’ll find here a post with some practical information.
And here, the version of the travel journal without comments.
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As a supplement, the route track.
Not necessarily ultra-accurate since Google has serious gaps for this destination...
Hello everyone, I’m happy to welcome you to this new travel journal.
We’re heading to Costa Rica together—a Central American destination that dreams are made of for many French travelers and attracts crowds from France.
It was the country’s wild nature and safety that convinced us to go, since we’re traveling with our 7-year-old little one.
We didn’t have much vacation time in February 2026 (only 12 days), so we optimized as much as possible.
Here’s the itinerary:
Wednesday, February 11: Flight from Marseille to San Jose via Paris and Atlanta
Thursday, February 12: Pick up the car, drive to Poas Volcano, visit La Paz Waterfall Gardens
Friday, February 13: Poas Volcano and drive to Manuel Antonio
Saturday, February 14: Manuel Antonio National Park
Sunday, February 15: Nauyaca Waterfall and Playa Linda
Monday, February 16: Drive to Monte Verde and Santa Elena Reserve
Tuesday, February 17: El Tigre Waterfall Reserve and Treetopia Park
Wednesday, February 18: Monte Verde Reserve with a guide and drive to La Fortuna
Thursday, February 19: Sloth guided tour, Observatory Lodge Park
Friday, February 20: Arenal Volcano National Park, Termalistas del Arenal hot springs, and night tour
Saturday, February 21: Return to San Jose, flight to Paris via Atlanta
Sunday, February 22: Arrival in Paris and flight to Marseille.
That gives us a solid 9 days in the country.
Budget breakdown:
Costa Rica is an expensive country, but no more so than France. However, almost all hikes and waterfalls are paid entry, which can really add up.
For meals, sodas (6–10 €) are cheaper than restaurants (10–20 € per dish).
Flights:
We chose Delta Airlines for the price: Marseille to San Jose was 740 € per person (modifiable, with checked baggage and seat selection included).
Other direct flights from Europe were priced between 1200 € and 1600 € with more restrictive conditions.
That’s 2220 € for the family.
Accommodations:
Alajuela, first night: 139 € (1 night) at Rodeo Estancia Boutique Hotel, with personalized airport pickup, transfer to the hotel, and a briefing from Vert Costa Rica agency the next day.
Poas: 66 € (1 night) at Cabañas Tierra Fértil (entire apartment).
Manuel Antonio: 394 € (3 nights) at La Palapa Ecolodge (hotel in the jungle).
Monte Verde: Chalet Aloha Monteverde Cloud Forest (2 bedrooms): 125 € (2 nights).
La Fortuna: Arenal Dream Garden (1 bedroom): 217 € (3 nights).
Total: 941 €.
Car rental:
I went through Vert Costa Rica agency (Vincent is a French expat who set up the agency in Costa Rica and makes great YouTube videos with useful tips).
I rented a 4x4 that was delivered to the hotel the day after arrival and returned at the airport before the flight. The total was 772 €, including full insurance (zero deductible), a child seat, and a phone with a Costa Rican SIM and WhatsApp. The rental company was Poas Rent a Car. The vehicle was well-maintained—no complaints.
Gas: 100 € for the whole trip (3 fill-ups).
Activities:
To get discounts, I bought the pass offered by Vincent, which paid for itself after just one activity. It cost me 30 € (promo since I rented the car through him).
Prices are for 3 people. I’ve added stars to rate them:
La Paz Waterfall Gardens ****: 112 €
Poas Volcano National Park *: 33 €
Manuel Antonio National Park ****: 35 €
Nauyaca Waterfall ***: 25 €
Santa Elena Reserve **: 45 €
El Tigre Waterfall Reserve ****: 141 € (with meal)
Treetopia (ziplining, suspension bridges) **: 250 €
Guided tour of Monte Verde Reserve ***: 113 €
Sloth guided tour (with breakfast) ***: 115 €
Arenal Observatory Lodge (with meal) ****: 102 €
Arenal Volcano National Park *: 34 €
Termalistas del Arenal ****: 20 €
Night tour ***: 116 €
Total: 1171 €.
Meals: 600 €
My favorite restaurants:
Poas: Food court Mercaditas in Fraijanes
Manuel Antonio (near La Palapa): La Langosta and also El Patio
Near Nauyaca Waterfall: Ricar2 el Avión
Between Manuel Antonio and Monte Verde: Soda D’Calle
Santa Elena: HG’s Food
Guadalupe (between Monte Verde and La Fortuna): Soda Río Piedras
Arenal Observatory Lodge restaurant
Arenal Oasis Ecolodge restaurant
Other expenses: 300 € (groceries for breakfast, drinks, ice cream, souvenirs, etc.)
Total overall: 6065 € (about 2020 € per person).
Now, here’s the day-by-day account of this beautiful trip.
In early March, full of carefree joy and happy to return to Morocco, we landed in Marrakech under the sun.
We spent just one night in Marrakech at the Hôtel Toulousain, as we did on our previous trip. And we booked our 3 nights for the end of our trip, the second half of March... Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! But we’re not there yet...
Our first goal is to reach Magdaz, a mountain village in the Tessaout Valley, sometimes called the lost valley.
We discovered the village of Magdaz on this forum, and we were charmed by the photos and comments from travelers who came before us.
The road is easy—it’s dry, and the tarmac takes us right to the village gates at over 2,000 meters above sea level.
We arrive in the afternoon and are left speechless by the beauty of the place. A jewel of Berber architecture! Perfectly restored granaries and kasbahs!
A young man from the village guides us on the visit and opens the doors to the terraces overlooking the village.
Several magnificent collective granaries have been beautifully restored. The warm colors of the stone capture the light wonderfully. It’s stunning!
We won’t find anything decent to stay overnight there, so we head back down a bit and settle in at the Assounfou guesthouse. Lovely welcome. The place is in excellent condition and very clean. It’s spacious, but we’re the only ones there.
First day full of promise!
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.
Hi everyone,
We (two adults, 74 and 70 years old) had already shared a travel journal about our first trip to the Philippines in February/March 2019 on this forum (https://voyageforum.com/v.f?post=9377175;search_string=carnet%20philippines). We had visited Manila, the Banaue rice terraces, Sagada, the Visayas (Bohol, Siquijor, Dumaguette), and on our way back to Luzon, the Taal volcano before returning to France. Delighted by this trip, organized by the French-speaking agency Alizé, we decided to further explore this beautiful country, this time focusing on Coron and Palawan.
Before writing this journal, I should mention that these are personal comments and don’t reflect any differing opinions. Without any literary or photographic talent, I’ll stick to the facts and share a few details about the visits, hotels, and restaurants.
Preparations
We decided to return in mid-January 2025 and consulted three French-speaking tour operators to create a trip based on our wishes (places to visit, type of accommodation) and budget. Comparing three operators helped us weigh their advice and make our choices. Only our first operator respected the budget, a second came close, and the third proposed a slightly more upscale trip. In the end, we chose the agency from our first trip. Our discussions helped refine our itinerary, and when we reviewed it point by point, the document provided was perfect, full of great tips. The most debated point was a 3-day, 2-night cruise between Coron and Palawan. We were tempted but worried about being the only "older" travelers among younger people and feared two uncomfortable nights. Reassured by our tour operator, we finally opted for this "exploration." We’ll come back to that later.
Once the choice was made and dates set, we booked our international flights with Cathay Pacific for 750 € per person, which offers the best schedules (short layovers) at an acceptable price for flights arriving in Cebu. Our trip started on February 25 and returned to Paris on March 15.
International flights
The round-trip flights went smoothly. Cathay does the job well, without frills. The service quality seems to have slightly declined compared to our previous trips with them. Hong Kong Airport is huge but very practical.
Note that not all airlines serve Cebu.
Recommendation: Fill out your Philippine entry form within 72 hours before your flight. This can prevent issues with the airline (possible boarding refusal) and saves a lot of time upon arrival (see the Philippine embassy website).
Domestic flights
For our two domestic flights—Cebu to Coron and Puerto Princesa to Cebu—our tour operator chose Philippine Airlines and their propeller planes. No problems there.
Day 1:
We landed around 12 PM (local time) after 17 hours of travel. A driver was waiting for us at the airport exit and took us to our hotel, intentionally chosen near the airport (Mandaue, about 10 minutes away) to help us recover and get a good night’s sleep before our early morning domestic flight the next day. The Mayoo Hotel, reasonably priced, was perfect for this. Large, beautiful room in a new building—clean, comfortable, with a spa. We could relax by the pool on the 16th floor and enjoy the city view. The breakfast was exceptional, and the staff was smiling, attentive, and helpful. An ATM in the lobby allowed for withdrawals. However, the hotel is in a neighborhood with nothing to see or do. We dined at the Korean restaurant K-GOGI across from the hotel—a real attraction and a great discovery.
Day 2:
After a restful night, we were driven to the airport around 6:30 AM for an 8:10 AM flight from Cebu to Busuanga (Coron).
The flight was uneventful. Upon arrival, we paid 200 pesos per person for the Coron tourist fee before a 40-minute transfer to our hotel: Natura Resort, located outside the city in a secluded spot. The setting is stunning—a beautifully maintained tropical garden, a pleasant pool, and the option to book massages. The cottages are tropical-style with thatched roofs, simple and unpretentious.
The owner, who speaks French, told us that given the heat and our ages, climbing the 721 steps to the top of Mount Tapyas wasn’t necessary. She gave us a few rooftop recommendations to watch the sunset over Coron Bay. After a good swim in the pool and a meal at the resort’s pleasant restaurant, we hired a tricycle to go into town. We were told it costs 150 pesos one way, and depending on the return time, it could exceed 250 pesos. But our driver gave us his WhatsApp number and charged the same price regardless of the time. He just earned two days’ worth of customers.
He dropped us off at the port where bangkas (local boats) gather for day trips. It was the end of the day, so there was a rush. A few shops around the port sold waterproof bags for marine excursions at reasonable prices (compared to back home), after some bargaining. We wandered the town’s alleys looking for the Top Hotel, whose rooftop is famous. Indeed, it’s perfectly located to admire the sunset and enjoy a refreshing drink.
We dined nearby at a small Chinese restaurant, then just had to call our driver to head back.
The night wasn’t entirely restful—our hotel had a soundtrack of all the countryside animals, and it seemed they had no set bedtime! :
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!
This travel journal summarizes a trip I took in March to Argentine and Chilean Patagonia. It starts in El Calafate and ends in Ushuaia. During my planning, I considered looking into the Australis cruise from Punta Arenas to Ushuaia, as well as the W trek in Torres del Paine National Park. In both cases, I was put off by the prices. Instead of the cruise, I found two interesting wildlife excursions from Punta Arenas: whale watching in the Strait of Magellan and observing king penguins in Tierra del Fuego. The journey to Ushuaia was by bus. For Torres del Paine, things were a bit confusing, so I reached out to two agencies. In the end, I went with a rental car option, overnight stays on-site, and day hikes. I shared my full itinerary with the agency and ended up being taken care of by a local Argentine agency and a Chilean one.
So, here we go...
Hi everyone,
Way back when, before the internet and all that, there were Larousse encyclopedias, and in the proper names section, I came across a photo of Samarkand. Just the name made me dream. I kept it in the back of my mind for later, and last winter, I revisited the idea. Within a few weeks, I managed to plan our 16-day getaway. Oh, I didn’t do it all by myself—I used a travel agency to handle the flights, accommodations, transportation, and local guide. It was a custom trip for three people, tailored to what we wanted to do, what we wanted to see, within the time we’d chosen, at our own pace.
The main goal of the trip was to visit the three iconic cities of architectural art in Uzbekistan (just for the sheer beauty of it) and, very secondarily, to take a break with a short hike.
We left in early May, flying from Toulouse to Istanbul, then to Tashkent:
- One day in Tashkent, 2 nights,
- By car (6 hours) to the Fergana region: Margilan (silk and pottery), 2 nights, with a guide,
- Back to Tashkent, then a flight to Khiva, 2 nights, 1 day with a guide, 1 day on our own,
- Train to Bukhara (6 hours, sleeper cars), 3 nights, 1 day with a guide, 1 day on our own,
- Train to Samarkand, 2 nights, 1 day with a guide,
- By car to Tersak, 1 night with a local family, short hike, same guide,
- By car to Shakhrisabz (Tamerlane’s hometown), then back to Samarkand,
- Samarkand, 2 more nights,
- Train back to Tashkent, final night, and return home.
What I took away from this Silk Road trip:
- A completely safe country in May—don’t go later because of the heat,
- The warm welcome and easy connection with Uzbeks, a multicultural people,
- A constant puzzle with currency exchange (how much is that in euros? ) 1 € = 14,000 sums,
- Logistics handled by a local agency—top-notch,
- Delicious meals at a very reasonable price,
- Total awe in Khiva and Samarkand (palaces, mausoleums, mosques, madrasas),
- The length of the trip, which let us wander and take our time.
A few photos, but not too many—I don’t want to spoil the joy of discovery!