Tourisme sexuel à Madagascar?
by Ladan
This discussion is in French, the community’s main language.
en fait tu déformes à loisir pour jeter ton venin sur ce qui semble te débecter : les hommes.
Tu dois avoir bien souffert pour en arriver là ...
Tu n'as rien compris....et je te trouve bien attive dans tes jugements, j'adore les hommes, et je suis très heureuse merci, surtout que ton argument me fait plutôt rire compte tenu de ma vie privée. De même, en ce qui concerne la pédophilie, je suis très prudente, je sais que l'on peut être vite accuser sans raison (Outreau a été un horrible exemple, mais hélas ce n'est pas le seul cas). Je suis aussi choquée par le regain de puritanisme qui commence à sévir en France (Cas de l'école maternelle où deux gamins ont été exclus pour sévices sexuels). Ceci c'est pour éclairer ta lanterne, si tu penses que je suis une mégère coincée.
ce que tu dis est contradictoire puisque dans le post sur la Moldavie je disais que ce n'est pas parce qu'une femme porte des tenues "sexy" que c'est forcément une "pute", dans ce post c'étaient plutot les hommes qui étaient hargneux avec les femmes non ???
Je crois que tu te fourvois également si tu crois que cela me gène que des jeunes filles aient des histoires d'amour avec des hommes plus agés, heureusement que l'on peut s'envoyer en l'air avant 18 ans et avec des gens plus agés, ...je rappelai simplement à Melyjul la législation... cf autre post,
Le sujet de pédophilie a été clairement effleuré au début du post, ....
Quant au fait qu'à 12 ans on puisse avoir une taille adulte, oui et alors, ???? je ne vois pas où tu veux en venir...
Dans certains pays on marie des enfants de 10 ans....et désolée je ne trouve pas cela normal, même si c'est une tradition. cela n'a rien à voir avec la haine des hommes ou l'amour des hommes.
Tu dois avoir bien souffert pour en arriver là ...
Tu n'as rien compris....et je te trouve bien attive dans tes jugements, j'adore les hommes, et je suis très heureuse merci, surtout que ton argument me fait plutôt rire compte tenu de ma vie privée. De même, en ce qui concerne la pédophilie, je suis très prudente, je sais que l'on peut être vite accuser sans raison (Outreau a été un horrible exemple, mais hélas ce n'est pas le seul cas). Je suis aussi choquée par le regain de puritanisme qui commence à sévir en France (Cas de l'école maternelle où deux gamins ont été exclus pour sévices sexuels). Ceci c'est pour éclairer ta lanterne, si tu penses que je suis une mégère coincée.
ce que tu dis est contradictoire puisque dans le post sur la Moldavie je disais que ce n'est pas parce qu'une femme porte des tenues "sexy" que c'est forcément une "pute", dans ce post c'étaient plutot les hommes qui étaient hargneux avec les femmes non ???
Je crois que tu te fourvois également si tu crois que cela me gène que des jeunes filles aient des histoires d'amour avec des hommes plus agés, heureusement que l'on peut s'envoyer en l'air avant 18 ans et avec des gens plus agés, ...je rappelai simplement à Melyjul la législation... cf autre post,
Le sujet de pédophilie a été clairement effleuré au début du post, ....
Quant au fait qu'à 12 ans on puisse avoir une taille adulte, oui et alors, ???? je ne vois pas où tu veux en venir...
Dans certains pays on marie des enfants de 10 ans....et désolée je ne trouve pas cela normal, même si c'est une tradition. cela n'a rien à voir avec la haine des hommes ou l'amour des hommes.
sous entendrais tu que les femmes sont vénales ????😉
et les femmes riches et protectrice qui préfèrent l'étudiant fauché ne doivent pas être mises au banc de la société non plus....
et les femmes riches et protectrice qui préfèrent l'étudiant fauché ne doivent pas être mises au banc de la société non plus....
non non effectivement ne dérivons pas vers un autre sujet....😊
Hélas malheureusement pas grand chose.
non je ne confonds pas du tout majorité et majorité sexuelle, puisque je parlais moi même de majorité sexuelle dans ma réponse 😛
je connais bien le code pénal je te remercie, c ma partie😉
je crois que tu n'as pas compris mon intervention, je ne parlais pas de code, de loi, c'est toi à chaque fois qui y fait référence, je parle juste de faits, de relations humaines, de la réalité quoi. c'était juste pour dire que parler de pédophilie pr un majeur et une mineur de plus de 15 ans consentants, c extrème et choquant en ce qui me concerne.
" Certes, un rêve de beignet, c'est un rêve, pas un beignet. Mais un rêve de voyage, c'est déjà un voyage..."
Marek Halter
Marek Halter
Moi aussi c'est ma partie . Si tu lis bien ma réponse je te précise que l'important c'est que les gens s'aiment....donc finalement nous sommes d'accord puisque semble t il pour toi comme pour moi il y a quelque chose qui importe ce sont les relations humaines😉,
Ceci c'est pour éclairer ta lanterne, si tu penses que je suis une mégère coincée.
Loin de moi cette pensée !🙁 et tant mieux si je me trompe ! Ne va surtout pas croire que je porte un jugement quelconque, je ne fais que constater que certains de tes propos sont bien extrêmes à mon goût même si dans le fond je les partage.
Dans certains pays on marie des enfants de 10 ans....et désolée je ne trouve pas cela normal
En l'occurence, en AL les gens étaient choqués qu'à mon âge je ne sois 'toujours' pas marier et que je ne souhaite pas le faire. Il était inconcevable pour eux qu'une femme souhaite vivre seule, c'était comme "rater" sa vie de femme qui pour eux se résume à s'occuper de son mari, de sa maison et de ses enfants ... ah bon ??? 😮 ben, j'ai pas la même vision des choses. Mais je peux très bien concevoir que d'autres l'aient, je ne suis pas là pour juger. Le côté sympa, c'est qu'un jour dans un petit resto local du Mexique, j'ai vu 5 générations de la même famille à une table ... à 30 ans là-bas on est déjà grand-mère ! et moi qui en avais plus, j'étais toujours célibataire 😛
Alors qu'est-ce qui est normal et pour qui dans l'histoire ?
Loin de moi cette pensée !🙁 et tant mieux si je me trompe ! Ne va surtout pas croire que je porte un jugement quelconque, je ne fais que constater que certains de tes propos sont bien extrêmes à mon goût même si dans le fond je les partage.
Dans certains pays on marie des enfants de 10 ans....et désolée je ne trouve pas cela normal
En l'occurence, en AL les gens étaient choqués qu'à mon âge je ne sois 'toujours' pas marier et que je ne souhaite pas le faire. Il était inconcevable pour eux qu'une femme souhaite vivre seule, c'était comme "rater" sa vie de femme qui pour eux se résume à s'occuper de son mari, de sa maison et de ses enfants ... ah bon ??? 😮 ben, j'ai pas la même vision des choses. Mais je peux très bien concevoir que d'autres l'aient, je ne suis pas là pour juger. Le côté sympa, c'est qu'un jour dans un petit resto local du Mexique, j'ai vu 5 générations de la même famille à une table ... à 30 ans là-bas on est déjà grand-mère ! et moi qui en avais plus, j'étais toujours célibataire 😛
Alors qu'est-ce qui est normal et pour qui dans l'histoire ?
C'est vrai que dans certains pays ne pas être mariée à 30 ans est inconcevable comme d'être en concubinage, cela nous avait valu d'ailleurs un super malentendu en Syrie...Depuis, pour simplifier les choses nous nous présentons toujours comme mari et femme, cela nous evite des explications qui se soldent d'ailleurs par une incompréhension totale.....😉
Je decouvre le post avec un peu de retard...mais comme le sujet est eternel...bravo vesco tu decris parfaitement ce qui se passe dans les pays pauvres, bravo aux VF qui ont aborde ce sujet concernant madagascar, j'ai essaye recemment concernant pattaya et le cambodge=choux blanc! BIEN CLAIR: CONDAMNATION DE LA PROSTITUTION INFANTILE, DE CEUX QUI EN PROFITE, DE CEUX QUI CREENT LES CONDITIONS POUR QU' ELLE SE DEVELOPPE ...
Roger
Je reviens sur un de tes posts que je n'avais pas lu jusqu'au bout je n'aime pas tes sous entendus.....je cite, je ne crois d'ailleurs pas avoir fait d'amalgame entre maltraitance de la femme, prostitution et pédophilie (militante d'Amnesty International, je sais que dans cette association le sujet de la condition de la femme est un sujet chaud et que malheureusement cette maltraitance concerne tous les sujets de la pédophilie en passant par l'excision, la prostitution, la lapidation des femmes adultères, les femmes battues....etc).
ne fais pas d'amalgame pour argumenter .. soit vigileant car il y a une chose que j'ai pu vérifier souvent c'est que les plus vehements sont souvent les plus .....
déjà je suis une femme....et si il y a quelque chose que je dépend c'est la liberté sexuelle et l'indépendance des femmes ce qui ne m'empêche pas d'ouvrir les yeux sur certaines choses. Donc je crois que nous sommes d'accord, l'essentiel étant que tout cela se passe entre adultes.
et quand tu accuses une personne ai au moins le courage de tes opinions et va jusqu'au bout .... Au bout de quoi : du dévelopement personnel de chacun ??? je n'accuse de rien, je dis simplement que ce qui nous fait réagir dans la vie, fais echo en nous pour une bonne raison, c'est la base de la psychologie. en PNL on te demande par exemple de citer les êtres les plus ignobles sur terre pour que TOI tu puisses voir tes propres défauts. Ma réflexion était dans ce sens, ce que je déteste est en moi.
NB : je connais moi aussi Madagascar, et souvent des jeunes femmes qui paraissent en avoir 18 ont 14 ou 15 ans...donc Je dis et je répète que je vis à Ste Marie une toute petite île, que je connais les filles et que elles font même moins que leur âge !!! et que dans les rues de Ste Marie, tu ne vois pas de vazahas avec des mineurs !!! donc je déplore que l'on donne une image de cette île ù il fait bon y vivre à condition de fréquenter tout le monde et de ne pas porter un regard trop fermé même si cela semble choquant pour les occidentaux mais il faut aussi rappeler que les femmes malgaches sous couvert de discrétion me disent faire payer leur mari quand elles font l'amour avec !! On est dans une autre culture, un autre monde. Tout ceci est tellement evident quand on y vit et tellement choquant quand on y voyage Codialement et bon voyage
ne fais pas d'amalgame pour argumenter .. soit vigileant car il y a une chose que j'ai pu vérifier souvent c'est que les plus vehements sont souvent les plus .....
déjà je suis une femme....et si il y a quelque chose que je dépend c'est la liberté sexuelle et l'indépendance des femmes ce qui ne m'empêche pas d'ouvrir les yeux sur certaines choses. Donc je crois que nous sommes d'accord, l'essentiel étant que tout cela se passe entre adultes.
et quand tu accuses une personne ai au moins le courage de tes opinions et va jusqu'au bout .... Au bout de quoi : du dévelopement personnel de chacun ??? je n'accuse de rien, je dis simplement que ce qui nous fait réagir dans la vie, fais echo en nous pour une bonne raison, c'est la base de la psychologie. en PNL on te demande par exemple de citer les êtres les plus ignobles sur terre pour que TOI tu puisses voir tes propres défauts. Ma réflexion était dans ce sens, ce que je déteste est en moi.
NB : je connais moi aussi Madagascar, et souvent des jeunes femmes qui paraissent en avoir 18 ont 14 ou 15 ans...donc Je dis et je répète que je vis à Ste Marie une toute petite île, que je connais les filles et que elles font même moins que leur âge !!! et que dans les rues de Ste Marie, tu ne vois pas de vazahas avec des mineurs !!! donc je déplore que l'on donne une image de cette île ù il fait bon y vivre à condition de fréquenter tout le monde et de ne pas porter un regard trop fermé même si cela semble choquant pour les occidentaux mais il faut aussi rappeler que les femmes malgaches sous couvert de discrétion me disent faire payer leur mari quand elles font l'amour avec !! On est dans une autre culture, un autre monde. Tout ceci est tellement evident quand on y vit et tellement choquant quand on y voyage Codialement et bon voyage
Merci pour ta réponse.
Je crois qu'au travers des précédents posts la discussion a fait le tour et est à présent close.😏
Bjr,
Il est vrai quelorsque je me suis rendue à mada, j'ai été choquée de voir ces vazas avec ces filles malgaches. c'est la première fois que j'étais confrontée au tourisme sexuel.
Maintenant, en écoutant ton point de vue et après réflexion, je peux comprendre ces jeunes filles. Mais voir ces hommes (souvent vieux)... J'éprouve un certain écoeurement quand même.
salut
je viens de lire a peu pres toute la discutionsur le sujet
je connais madagascar depuis 1965 et je dis d abord que je condamne fermement ttes realations sexuelles avec des mineurs (-18ans) et j ai deja denonce a mada deux français a manakara et a tulear c est dis
je pense que tu as une tres bonne analyse pour ma part il y a une specificite malgache et bien sur les choses habituelles dans les pays pauvres
dabord
les jeunes filles malgaches il est tres dificile de leur donner un age surtout pour un occidental et comme ces jeunes filles sont petites et fines on pensesouvent qu elles sont bcp plus jeunes que leur age d ou certain touristes de passages voient des mineures partout
les jeunes filles malgaches ont des relations sexuelles tres tot (dernieres etudes moyenne 14 ans) avec des malgaches bien sur et pour le premier enfant c est 15 et demi ceci sont des moyennes
les differences d ages n ont pas bcp d importance dans la culture malgache
certaines ethnies (vezo par exemple) les filles ont leur premier rapport avec des voisins voir des proches des leur premiere regle (10 a 12 ans)
la protitution a madagascar est bcp moins soumises meme tres peu aux proxenetes comme en asie du sud est
une fille malgache (+18) avec un homme vieux c est souvent plus d une dizaine de personnes qui vient bcp mieux
ne pas oublier que ces jeunes filles (+18) ont souvent un copain malgache plus jeune que le vieux vazaha connais pas ou fait semblant de pas connaitre
d ou echange affection - qualite de vie qui je le comprends peu offusque certaine personne
ces vieux depensent en faisant vivre des familles completes plutot qu enrichir une maison de retraite en france et en plus ils ont del affection que leurs proches ne leur donne plus (c est souvent le cas)
de grace arretons de faire des amalgmes madagascar et l asie du sud est totalement different
la pedophilie est combattue a mada de façon bcp plus assidue qu en asie du sud est mais bon la corruption exisite c est sur et certaine region comme tulear (amplifier par la precocite des filles vezo) NOSY BE c est lendroit le plus grave a mada car commence le phenomene de proxenetisme qui n existe presque pas ailleur
autrement il y a toujours qqes hommes qui viennent dans ces pays pour la pedophilie il faut denoncer sur place sans avoir d etat d ame
mais attention car il faut etre sur de son coup
une derniere chose en ce moment des mineures de 16 ou 17 ans se font faire de "fausses vrai" cartes d identite qui leurs permettent de passer pour des majeures et de pieger des hommes de bonnes fois
plusieurs boites demandent la carte d identite des filles a l entree
restons vigilant mais tolerant et pas donneur de leçons
jipi le zanatany
le voyage permet de garder l esprit ouvert aux autres
........et ben entierement d'accord avec le post de jipi.......et bien redire que Mada est un pays TRES pauvre......ca excuse rien mais ca explique beaucoup........et c'est trop facile d'en parler en hurlant au scandale vu d'europe............
😕 Evidemment, malheureusement comme en thailande.
Mada ne laisse vraiment pas indifférent.
Ces discutions sont toujours les mêmes. Il faut plusieurs voyages pour libérer son coeur et se laisser aller à vivre le présent pour ce qu'il est. La juxtaposition de nos prêts-à-penser occidentaux font sourire tous les Malgaches. Beaucoup de Vazah finalement n'arrivent pas à gérer leurs propres conflits intérieurs : La rapport au corps, au présent, aux enjeux, à l'être, à l'âge, à l'avoir, à l'autre, au sens de la vie. Cela se tranforme souvent en argumentaires mal ficelés.
Ce que je retiens de Mada, ce sont les sourires, les gens avec des coeurs gros comme ça. Des tranches de vie extraordinaires, des relations étranges et surréelles. Le rapport au corps?? Peut-être.. Mais est-ce si important finalement??... Quand l'espace est magique...
Libérez le corps et l'esprit et vous verrez qu'il fait jour.
Ces discutions sont toujours les mêmes. Il faut plusieurs voyages pour libérer son coeur et se laisser aller à vivre le présent pour ce qu'il est. La juxtaposition de nos prêts-à-penser occidentaux font sourire tous les Malgaches. Beaucoup de Vazah finalement n'arrivent pas à gérer leurs propres conflits intérieurs : La rapport au corps, au présent, aux enjeux, à l'être, à l'âge, à l'avoir, à l'autre, au sens de la vie. Cela se tranforme souvent en argumentaires mal ficelés.
Ce que je retiens de Mada, ce sont les sourires, les gens avec des coeurs gros comme ça. Des tranches de vie extraordinaires, des relations étranges et surréelles. Le rapport au corps?? Peut-être.. Mais est-ce si important finalement??... Quand l'espace est magique...
Libérez le corps et l'esprit et vous verrez qu'il fait jour.
une fille malgache (+18) avec un homme vieux c est souvent plus d une dizaine de personnes qui vient bcp mieux
ne pas oublier que ces jeunes filles (+18) ont souvent un copain malgache plus jeune que le vieux vazaha connais pas ou fait semblant de pas connaitre
d ou echange affection - qualite de vie qui je le comprends peu offusque certaine personne
ces vieux depensent en faisant vivre des familles completes plutot qu enrichir une maison de retraite en france et en plus ils ont del affection que leurs proches ne leur donne plus (c est souvent le cas)
et de jeunes hommes malgache avec des vieilles qui ont une copine malgache plus jeunne que la vieille vazha, il y en a pas?(bon je sais qu'en republique dominicaine, cela se fait!)
Ils veulent de l'affection? de la chaire fraiche, plutot tu veux dire! A cet age la, il y'a plus de femmes que d'hommes, donc il peut en avoir de l'affection et il est sensé avoir du choix en plus!!!
En fait plus que mada, c'est la condition de la femme qui est un probleme!Et c'est pareil en amerique du sud et d'en bien d'autres pays!!
et de jeunes hommes malgache avec des vieilles qui ont une copine malgache plus jeunne que la vieille vazha, il y en a pas?(bon je sais qu'en republique dominicaine, cela se fait!)
Ils veulent de l'affection? de la chaire fraiche, plutot tu veux dire! A cet age la, il y'a plus de femmes que d'hommes, donc il peut en avoir de l'affection et il est sensé avoir du choix en plus!!!
En fait plus que mada, c'est la condition de la femme qui est un probleme!Et c'est pareil en amerique du sud et d'en bien d'autres pays!!
je comprend ton raisonnement mais la vie c est souvent autre chose que des grandes theories qui ont du mal a tenir au regard de la vie quotidienne dans les pays pauvres
ceci est a rapproche des ecolo qui s atternoient sur le fait que les malgaches brulent leur forets
je rapelle qu a mada dans 90% du territoire pour faire cuire sa nouriture c est bois ou charbon de bois les solutions existent mais cela coute de l argent et le rapport est faible donc ...............;;
jipi le zanatany
le voyage permet de garder l esprit ouvert aux autres
encore ce moralisme intolerant des dogmatiques ayatolesque a la francaise decidement les francais sont des gens paradoxaux ils ont abandonne la religion mais ils en ont garde le moralisme pesant la critique virulent de ceux qui sont pas sur le droit chemin. si des hommes occidentaux ou autres cherchent a trouver des compagnes a madagascar ou ailleurs ou est le probleme tant qu il y consentement et interet mutuel serait ce de la jalousie laissez vivre ces gens et soyez tolerants tout le monde n a pas les moyens de faire comme barclay et johnny 80 ans et une femme de 20 ans cessez avec cet elitisme seuls les riches ont droit a etre accompagne de jeunes et belles filles cette culture de la souffrance francaise est penible pour avoir acces a quelquechose de naturel et simple c est dvenu le parcours du combattant rencontrer une femme pour certains c est devenu pire qu un entrtien d embauche donc moi je les comprend ils vont vers des cieux plus clement ou les femmes ont garde leur feminite et n ont pas encore choppe la haine de l homme comme chez nous.
je pense que tu ne sais pas lire et tu ferais bien de relire l'intégralité des posts, et te rappelle que j'ai pour ma part clos le débat...donc si tu veux cracher ton venin choisis une autre victime
NB chacun fait ce qui lui plait .....dans la mesure ou les gens sont ADULTES et CONSENTANTS (ce qui dans les pays pauvres n'est malheureusement pas tjrs le cas...parfois dans les pays riches aussi d'ailleurs).
et encore une fois, il y a une différence entre rencontrer une femme et une petite fille !!!!
NB chacun fait ce qui lui plait .....dans la mesure ou les gens sont ADULTES et CONSENTANTS (ce qui dans les pays pauvres n'est malheureusement pas tjrs le cas...parfois dans les pays riches aussi d'ailleurs).
et encore une fois, il y a une différence entre rencontrer une femme et une petite fille !!!!
ou les femmes ont garde leur feminite et n ont pas encore choppe la haine de l homme comme chez nous.
et ou elle sont encore bien soumise et malleable, qu'elle reste tranquille a la maison a faire la popotte! C'est ca?
C'est un peu comme ces petits villages qu'on traversent lors de nos vacances; sans electricité ni confort, ou les gens ne sont pas pris par la consommation effroyable que nous vivons ici, comme ils sont authentiques et charmants, pourvu qu'il n'accedent pas au progrès qu'on puisse encore etre depaysé lors de nos vacances!
enfin je serais curieuse de savoir ce qu'est la feminité pour toi? et de quoi elle est constituée?
et ou elle sont encore bien soumise et malleable, qu'elle reste tranquille a la maison a faire la popotte! C'est ca?
C'est un peu comme ces petits villages qu'on traversent lors de nos vacances; sans electricité ni confort, ou les gens ne sont pas pris par la consommation effroyable que nous vivons ici, comme ils sont authentiques et charmants, pourvu qu'il n'accedent pas au progrès qu'on puisse encore etre depaysé lors de nos vacances!
enfin je serais curieuse de savoir ce qu'est la feminité pour toi? et de quoi elle est constituée?
Je viens de trouver ce post et ce que je pourrai trouver "marrant" si le sujet n'etait pas aussi grave, c'est qu' a chaque sujet de ce genre sur n'importe quel pays, on retrouve tjs les memes excuses : pauvrete, exception culturelle...
Bien sur, on retrouve aussi les "mais moi j'y habite depuis x mois et je connais tout" et de la les "fachos reacs" qui n'ont rien compris...
Mais la chose qui m'etonne le plus dans le discours de ceux qui trouvent des justifications a cet etat de fait, et malgres un attachement au pays (quel qu'il soit), c'est que personne ne s'interroge sur les consequences a moyen et long terme pour la population !!!
Est ce l'image d'eux que vous voulez leur donner ? Celle d'un peuple qui a comme seul espoir que celui de voir sa jeunesse devenir le jouet sexuel des riches etrangers ???
Et vous dites aimer ces pays !!! Aidez les, detestez les....
Bien sur, on retrouve aussi les "mais moi j'y habite depuis x mois et je connais tout" et de la les "fachos reacs" qui n'ont rien compris...
Mais la chose qui m'etonne le plus dans le discours de ceux qui trouvent des justifications a cet etat de fait, et malgres un attachement au pays (quel qu'il soit), c'est que personne ne s'interroge sur les consequences a moyen et long terme pour la population !!!
Est ce l'image d'eux que vous voulez leur donner ? Celle d'un peuple qui a comme seul espoir que celui de voir sa jeunesse devenir le jouet sexuel des riches etrangers ???
Et vous dites aimer ces pays !!! Aidez les, detestez les....
ayant participe par un ou deux post a cette discution je me sens un peu interpeller par ton intervention qq peu caricaturale par rapport a ce qui a ete dit
je ne sais si tu connais le pays j en doute un peu
pour les conlusion que tu tires je pense toujours a la meme chose pour faire un parallele avec l ecologie
combien de gens bien pensant s alarme du fait que les magache brule leur foret
je leur demande savez vous que 90% de la population n a que le bois et le charbon de bois comme combustible !! quelle solution avez vous??
bien des assos se sont casses les dents la dessus
a mada comme dans d autres pays l avenir c est demain et pas l autre generation c est la survie
alors tout est bon pour s en sortir c est vrai que cela choque bcp d entre nous moi le premier mais comme une fille nous a dit a mon epouse et moi : tu vas me donner du vola (argent) toi ? pour que je mange et que ma famille mange mes freres mes soeurs (18 personnes) lui il est vieux mais gentil (bcp d hommes frappent leur femmes a mada lit la presse locale) et je prefere etre avec lui
et ce raisonnement lors de nos nombreuses visites on l a entendu maintes fois
que faire a part d etre pragmatique
mais tu as surement la reponse
sinon dit toi qu il y a bcp de malgache qui n ont pas d autres solutions
c est terrible mais du moment que cela se passe entre adultes (+18 ans)
pour ta gouverne puisue tu a l air de croire que les europeens son tous tous des obsedes sache qu a mada 90% des viols de mineures sont des viols familiaux (source wanadoo.mg)
les raisonements a l emporte piece sont souvent pire que les plus mauvaises solutions
jipi le zanatany
le voyage permet de garder l esprit ouvert aux autres
En effet, je n'ai jamais mis les pieds a Mada e franchement, je ne vois pas quelle difference cela fait....
Maintenant, a aucun moment je n'ai posé de jugement sur les malgaches qui font ce qu'elles (ou ils aussi je suppose) font, mais sur les personnes qui profitent de la situation economique de ce pays. Et egalement sur ceux qui trouvent tjs une excuse quelconque pour justifier ce comportement !!!!
Maintenant si tu veux parler de viols et d'incestes, allons y, mais je ne vois pas le rapport !!!
Et en tout cas, ce n'est pas parce 90 % des viols sur mineurs sont dus a un proche qu'il faut pour autant excuser le comportement colonialiste et degradant de certains touristes (europeens ou autres, a aucun moment je n'ai fait la distinction).
Le fait qu'une population dans l'urgence ait recours a tous les moyens pour s'en sortir, ok, mais trouve moi une fille qui ne prefererai pas avoir un autre moyen de subsistance.
Maintenant, a aucun moment je n'ai posé de jugement sur les malgaches qui font ce qu'elles (ou ils aussi je suppose) font, mais sur les personnes qui profitent de la situation economique de ce pays. Et egalement sur ceux qui trouvent tjs une excuse quelconque pour justifier ce comportement !!!!
Maintenant si tu veux parler de viols et d'incestes, allons y, mais je ne vois pas le rapport !!!
Et en tout cas, ce n'est pas parce 90 % des viols sur mineurs sont dus a un proche qu'il faut pour autant excuser le comportement colonialiste et degradant de certains touristes (europeens ou autres, a aucun moment je n'ai fait la distinction).
Le fait qu'une population dans l'urgence ait recours a tous les moyens pour s'en sortir, ok, mais trouve moi une fille qui ne prefererai pas avoir un autre moyen de subsistance.
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tu te retranches dans une position dogmatique c est ton droit le plus strict mais c est un luxe que beaucoup de gens sur terre ne peuvent se permettre
moi j essaye de comprendre la situation et de voir comment cela se passe
a propos de colonialisme (c est toujours le mot que l on met en avant quand on est a bout d argument) je te signale que le nombre de mariage franco malgache est en constante augmentation depuis dix ans et que le taux de divorce qui en resulte du meme niveau que le taux entre français! cela est aussi une resultante du tourisme sexuel mon cher!! (il y a aussi pas mal de mariage helveto-malgache)
je te parlais de viol car tu n es pas sans savoir qu en asie cela fait partie du tourisme sexuel (de meme que dans les stats de unesco)
autre chose les valeurs que tu penses universelles sont quand meme des valeurs europeennes bien ancrees dans le christianisme et admet un peu que d autres civilisations puissent avoir d autres reperes que les tiens!!
par exemple la societe malgache admet le divorce traditionnnel depuis plus de 400ans qu en etait il a cette epoque en europe (c etait mariage a 14 ans et apres c etait pour la vie, la mort ou le couvent)
mais j essaie pas de te convaincre car je comprend ton attitude (que j ai eu moi aussi) mais j espere me faire comprendre en dehors d arguments a l emporte pieces
le fait de ne pas connaitre madagascar est quand meme une tres tres grosse difference ça j en suis certain!
je ne permettrais pas de porter de jugement sur des habitudes suisses car je connais pas assez le pays et tres peu les coutumes
bonne journee
jipi le zanatany
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Je suis surement tres naïf, mais je garde l'illusion que peut etre tous ceux et celles qui se marient avec une personne venant d'un pays pauvre ne sont pas, a l'origine, allés dans le pays pour y faire du tourisme sexuel !!
Parce que dire que ces mariages sont la resultante du tourisme sexuel, c'est chaud quand meme... Et certains se sont servis et se servent encore aujourd'hui de ce genre d'argument pour justifier leurs actes, et ceci a n'importe quelle echelle... Non !! il ne sort rien de positif du tourisme sexuel...
Ta reflexion sur les viols ne font qu' affirmer ma position...
Maintenant, laissons le tourisme sexuel et revenons sur les fameuses traditions ou valeurs ancestrales...
Deux exemples, et puisque tu parles de comprendre et de te mettre a la place des personnes :
Tahiti : une de mes amies se fait violer par des hommes de son village, dépot de plainte evidemment, classé sans suite : tradition locale !!!
Martinique : j'y ai vecu 12 ans, des cas d'inceste comme s'il en pleuvait !!! Quand tu en parles avec les gens, ouais, c'est comme ça... tant que ça ne passe pas dans les journeaux et que ton nom de famille n'est pas cité, ça va !!!
Tu veux toujours te mettre a leur place, ou au choix, envoyer ta femme, ta fille, ta soeur, ta mére pour prendre leur place et ainsi defendre ces traditions si exotiques ?
Parce qu'encore une fois, tu me réponds comme si je mettais en cause les filles qui profitent de ces mecs, ne aucun cas !!! Mais mettre en avant des traditions degueulasses pour justifier un comportement degueulasse, c'est une gymnastique intellectuelle que je me refuse.
Quant au comportement colonialiste, je suis plutot surpris de ta remarque, mais bon, si tu ne trouve rien a redire a propos de mecs qui partent exploiter la misere a des fins sexuelles, j'imagine que le comportement de certains touriste ne te choque pas non plus... a moins bien sur que tu sois favorable a l'utilisation de petits noms charmants comme "banania" pour appeler un serveur en Afrique, et bien sur pleins d'autres exemples...
Et justement, c'est la que ces deux comportements se rejoignent, car ils ne sont que la partie visible d'un autre probleme : le racisme... Pas la meme couleur, donc pas la meme valeur...
Sinon, qu'est ce qui fait qu'un mec incapable de draguer une fille dans son pays soit capable de le faire a Mada, en Thailande ou au Bresil ? Le fait qu'il se sente superieur dans ces pays !!! Vous voulez sortir avec une asiatique, une africaine, une sud americaine ? Faites des economies, venez a Geneve, on a la chance d'avoir une ville tres multi-culturelle (40 % d'etrangers), c'est moins cher... Mais le probleme, c'est que si la fille est la depuis quelques annees, elle aura surement un peu changé de mentalité, se sera surement impregné de notre si terrible culture judeo chretienne, et du coup, elle ne sera surement plus aussi docile et resignée que ces charmants produits exotiques...
Parce que de mon de vue, il y aura toujours une difference entre partir et rencontrer une femme, et partir pour rencontrer une femme !
Parce que dire que ces mariages sont la resultante du tourisme sexuel, c'est chaud quand meme... Et certains se sont servis et se servent encore aujourd'hui de ce genre d'argument pour justifier leurs actes, et ceci a n'importe quelle echelle... Non !! il ne sort rien de positif du tourisme sexuel...
Ta reflexion sur les viols ne font qu' affirmer ma position...
Maintenant, laissons le tourisme sexuel et revenons sur les fameuses traditions ou valeurs ancestrales...
Deux exemples, et puisque tu parles de comprendre et de te mettre a la place des personnes :
Tahiti : une de mes amies se fait violer par des hommes de son village, dépot de plainte evidemment, classé sans suite : tradition locale !!!
Martinique : j'y ai vecu 12 ans, des cas d'inceste comme s'il en pleuvait !!! Quand tu en parles avec les gens, ouais, c'est comme ça... tant que ça ne passe pas dans les journeaux et que ton nom de famille n'est pas cité, ça va !!!
Tu veux toujours te mettre a leur place, ou au choix, envoyer ta femme, ta fille, ta soeur, ta mére pour prendre leur place et ainsi defendre ces traditions si exotiques ?
Parce qu'encore une fois, tu me réponds comme si je mettais en cause les filles qui profitent de ces mecs, ne aucun cas !!! Mais mettre en avant des traditions degueulasses pour justifier un comportement degueulasse, c'est une gymnastique intellectuelle que je me refuse.
Quant au comportement colonialiste, je suis plutot surpris de ta remarque, mais bon, si tu ne trouve rien a redire a propos de mecs qui partent exploiter la misere a des fins sexuelles, j'imagine que le comportement de certains touriste ne te choque pas non plus... a moins bien sur que tu sois favorable a l'utilisation de petits noms charmants comme "banania" pour appeler un serveur en Afrique, et bien sur pleins d'autres exemples...
Et justement, c'est la que ces deux comportements se rejoignent, car ils ne sont que la partie visible d'un autre probleme : le racisme... Pas la meme couleur, donc pas la meme valeur...
Sinon, qu'est ce qui fait qu'un mec incapable de draguer une fille dans son pays soit capable de le faire a Mada, en Thailande ou au Bresil ? Le fait qu'il se sente superieur dans ces pays !!! Vous voulez sortir avec une asiatique, une africaine, une sud americaine ? Faites des economies, venez a Geneve, on a la chance d'avoir une ville tres multi-culturelle (40 % d'etrangers), c'est moins cher... Mais le probleme, c'est que si la fille est la depuis quelques annees, elle aura surement un peu changé de mentalité, se sera surement impregné de notre si terrible culture judeo chretienne, et du coup, elle ne sera surement plus aussi docile et resignée que ces charmants produits exotiques...
Parce que de mon de vue, il y aura toujours une difference entre partir et rencontrer une femme, et partir pour rencontrer une femme !
je ne reviendrais sur tes invectives qui me paraissent maladives chez toi mais bon..............
colonialiste : ou as tu vu que je l approuvais ? en suisse le français est parler mais je suis pas sur que tu le comprennes
pour le couplet sur tahiti et les antilles sorry j ai habite trois ans a tahiti il y a longtemps et les antilles je connais suffisement pour te laisser a tes arguments specieux
tu as le droit de rester sur ta position je la respecte mais par contre tes arguments fallacieux et tes conclusions remplies de cliches tout fait !! la je pense que tu es franchement a cote de la plaque
je vis en france j ai vecu en afrique dans plusieurs pays j y ai travaille quand je vais dans ces pays je vis et je mange comme tous mes amis du burkina, benin, togo, senegal, gabon, madagascar et avec mon epouse nous retournons encore fin juin avec mes petits enfants vivre avec une famille burkina be a bobo dioulasso
alors tes sous entendus sur le racisme et le colonialiste tu les garde pour toi car j ai pas de leçon a apprendre d un mec qui ne connais rien l afrique et aux africains !
jipi le zanatany
le voyage permet de garder l esprit ouvert aux autres
oui et bon WE
mais l enfermement dans ces certitudes n est en aucun cas une solution aux problemes de societe quels qu ils soient!!
j essaye de comprendre sans juger ni porter d anatheme trop facile avec des cliches tous fais!
une autre fois sur un sujet plus oeucumenique dirons nous😉
jipi le zanatany
le voyage permet de garder l esprit ouvert aux autres
ni l'un ni l'autre mais par contre tu ne penses pas manquer d'argumentation 😉 lol ???
Waow.. je suis choquée de voir quelle tournure "ce débat" est en train de prendre/a fini de prendre.
Mon commentaire est surement sans valeur, car tout ce que j'en sais viens de divers reportages passé à la télé (notamment TF1 - je ne me rappelle plus l'émission). LE tourisme sexuel existe bel et bien, dans certains cas il est encore "tolérable" (je pense a certains cas à Dubai), dans d'autres malheureusement ça prend la tournure de l'exploitation et du viol même.. Je me rappellerai tjs de ce reportage ou un journaliste enquetait en caméra cachée (malheureusement je ne me souviens plus du pays), un pays pauvre oui.., et des maisons.. qui renfermaient parfois des fillettes à peine âgées de 12ans, là pour le marché sexuel.. Je ne sais pas jusqu'ou cela peut aller, mais savoir que ça existe.. *brr*
Et en réponse à steph, c'est sur que les "traditions lcoales" comme tu dis, sont des plus scandaleuses dans certains pays, tu d'Afrique. Je faisais partie d'un groupe Amnesty International l'année dernière et j'ai été amenée à rencontrer qq gens écouter qq témoignages des plus affolants, et surtout lire qq dossiers. Les droits de le l'homme, et surtout de la femme et des enfants ne sont malheureusement pas encore d'application partout.
Mon commentaire est surement sans valeur, car tout ce que j'en sais viens de divers reportages passé à la télé (notamment TF1 - je ne me rappelle plus l'émission). LE tourisme sexuel existe bel et bien, dans certains cas il est encore "tolérable" (je pense a certains cas à Dubai), dans d'autres malheureusement ça prend la tournure de l'exploitation et du viol même.. Je me rappellerai tjs de ce reportage ou un journaliste enquetait en caméra cachée (malheureusement je ne me souviens plus du pays), un pays pauvre oui.., et des maisons.. qui renfermaient parfois des fillettes à peine âgées de 12ans, là pour le marché sexuel.. Je ne sais pas jusqu'ou cela peut aller, mais savoir que ça existe.. *brr*
Et en réponse à steph, c'est sur que les "traditions lcoales" comme tu dis, sont des plus scandaleuses dans certains pays, tu d'Afrique. Je faisais partie d'un groupe Amnesty International l'année dernière et j'ai été amenée à rencontrer qq gens écouter qq témoignages des plus affolants, et surtout lire qq dossiers. Les droits de le l'homme, et surtout de la femme et des enfants ne sont malheureusement pas encore d'application partout.
dans la discution tous les intervenants ont bien fait la difference entre pedophilie et relation entre adulte je crois!
a madagascar j ai jamais entendu parler de fillettes de filles de jeunes filles enfermees que je sache si cela avait exister je l aurais condamne et denonce sans retenu
la discution :relation entre adultes =tourisme sexuel a madagascar
arretons de faire des amalgames il n a jamais ete question d approuver les relations avec mineures de moins de 18 ans ici!
jipi le zanatany
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parfaitement d'accord 🙂
CQFD
dans la discution tous les intervenants ont bien fait la difference entre pedophilie et relation entre adulte je crois!
a madagascar j ai jamais entendu parler de fillettes de filles de jeunes filles enfermees que je sache si cela avait exister je l aurais condamne et denonce sans retenu
la discution :relation entre adultes =tourisme sexuel a madagascar
arretons de faire des amalgames il n a jamais ete question d approuver les relations avec mineures de moins de 18 ans ici!
Désolée :) tu as bien raison! Je retire une partie de ce que j'ai dit (en fait presque tout vu que ce n'est pas le sujet)
Désolée :) tu as bien raison! Je retire une partie de ce que j'ai dit (en fait presque tout vu que ce n'est pas le sujet)
mais je t excuse d autant plus facile que ce que tu disais existe mais pas madagascar
aujourd hui meme naissance a tulear dans le sud ouest d un quadruple (la maman a 16 ans) mais c est pas avec un etranger qu elle a eu une relation sexuelle mais avec un malgache! donc on sait bien qu a madagascar les relations sexuelles sont precoces mais ce n est pas pour cela que nous europeens devons en profiter
donc pas de relation avec mineure apres s il y a pas contrainte cela depend de chacun et chacune sachant que nos concepts europeens sont differents que les traditions malgaches
jipi le zanatany
le voyage permet de garder l esprit ouvert aux autres
mais je t excuse d autant plus facile que ce que tu disais existe mais pas madagascar
aujourd hui meme naissance a tulear dans le sud ouest d un quadruple (la maman a 16 ans) mais c est pas avec un etranger qu elle a eu une relation sexuelle mais avec un malgache! donc on sait bien qu a madagascar les relations sexuelles sont precoces mais ce n est pas pour cela que nous europeens devons en profiter
donc pas de relation avec mineure apres s il y a pas contrainte cela depend de chacun et chacune sachant que nos concepts europeens sont differents que les traditions malgaches
Je suis totallement d'accord avec toi. Je ne connais pas la situation à Madagascar c'est vrai, mais sur que là comme dans de nombreux pays "du sud" les relations se font plus tôt (il y'a aussi différents concepts de mariages et familles parfois je suppose). MAis bon il arrive la même chose ici, et je suppsoe que il n'ya urait pas la pillule ça pleuvrait de bébés partout :D Sinon oui, le tourisme sexuel est différent.. (pour ma part je ne connait que la situation de Dubaï), ensuite y'a les traffics et la pédophilie -.- olé... qui malheureusement profitent de la situation de certaisn pays, familles et politiques.
Je suis totallement d'accord avec toi. Je ne connais pas la situation à Madagascar c'est vrai, mais sur que là comme dans de nombreux pays "du sud" les relations se font plus tôt (il y'a aussi différents concepts de mariages et familles parfois je suppose). MAis bon il arrive la même chose ici, et je suppsoe que il n'ya urait pas la pillule ça pleuvrait de bébés partout :D Sinon oui, le tourisme sexuel est différent.. (pour ma part je ne connait que la situation de Dubaï), ensuite y'a les traffics et la pédophilie -.- olé... qui malheureusement profitent de la situation de certaisn pays, familles et politiques.
Quelle tristesse de lire de tels propos...
Une magnifique "jeune femme" malgache entre 17 et 25 ans accompagnant un monsieur avec une grosse bedaine, ou un vieux monsieur de 60ans c'est parce que sa conception de la sexualité est différente de celle des occidentaux... Laissez-moi rire (jaune)
Je suis né à Madagascar, j'y ai passé 7 mois il y a peu avec ma famille, et nous avons cherché à comprendre et a travailler sur ce sujet. Vous n'imaginez pas le sort des enfants nés de ces "relations"... Métis, abandonnés par les pères qui n'étaient que de passage une semaine ou deux (hommes souvent mariés, retraités, ou simplement consommateurs occasionnels, voyageurs...).
Pensez-vous que lorsque qu'un fonctionnaire ou un salarié malgache gagne 35 euros par mois, la prostitution n'est pas un moyen de gagner sa vie et d'améliorer sa condition et celle de sa famille ?
Le fait que l'environnement ne ressemble en rien à la prositution de rue Européenne, le fait que l'échange d'argent ne se fasse pas nécessairement "à la passe", le fait que le consommateur se promène au bras de sa "copine" pourrait faire penser à un crétin que tout cela est "normal"...
Mais seulement à un crétin.
Le tourisme sexuel est extrêmement préoccupant à Madagascar, partout dans l'île, de la capitale en passant par Tamatave ou Diego Suarez, Morondava, Nosy bé, Sainte Marie, Mahajunga aussi...dans le sud...
Francis
Une magnifique "jeune femme" malgache entre 17 et 25 ans accompagnant un monsieur avec une grosse bedaine, ou un vieux monsieur de 60ans c'est parce que sa conception de la sexualité est différente de celle des occidentaux... Laissez-moi rire (jaune)
Je suis né à Madagascar, j'y ai passé 7 mois il y a peu avec ma famille, et nous avons cherché à comprendre et a travailler sur ce sujet. Vous n'imaginez pas le sort des enfants nés de ces "relations"... Métis, abandonnés par les pères qui n'étaient que de passage une semaine ou deux (hommes souvent mariés, retraités, ou simplement consommateurs occasionnels, voyageurs...).
Pensez-vous que lorsque qu'un fonctionnaire ou un salarié malgache gagne 35 euros par mois, la prostitution n'est pas un moyen de gagner sa vie et d'améliorer sa condition et celle de sa famille ?
Le fait que l'environnement ne ressemble en rien à la prositution de rue Européenne, le fait que l'échange d'argent ne se fasse pas nécessairement "à la passe", le fait que le consommateur se promène au bras de sa "copine" pourrait faire penser à un crétin que tout cela est "normal"...
Mais seulement à un crétin.
Le tourisme sexuel est extrêmement préoccupant à Madagascar, partout dans l'île, de la capitale en passant par Tamatave ou Diego Suarez, Morondava, Nosy bé, Sainte Marie, Mahajunga aussi...dans le sud...
Francis
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salut
comme je l ai deja remarque tu as vraiment un raisonement judeo-chretien completement anglue dans tes certitudes mais bon c est ton choix
pour ma part je connais aussi mada depuis tres longtemps (43 ans) et je pense pas que jetter des anathemes sur des retraites ou autre personnes resoud en rien le probleme
et crier au feu feu c est facile eteindre le feu est plus difficile
pour ma part je persiste a dire que ces relations entre adultes consentants ne concernent que les personnes en questions
par contre j ai deja denonce a la police deux vazahas pedophiles mais attention a etre sur de son coup car si on se trompe sur l age de la jeune fille c est l arroseur arrose
puisque tu connais mada tu dois savoir que c est le pays d afrique qui compte le plus de mariage dit "mixte" ( j aime pas cette expresssion) donc dans ces vazahas il y en a pas mal qui se comporte pas aussi mal que tu dis
d autres part il y a aussi bcp de vazaha qui se font avoir par ces jeunes filles "innocentes" et y laissent un bon pecule avant de rejoindre la france
les raisonnements a" l emporte piece " ne m interressent pas je suis plus pragmatique mais je sais que cela te choque !!
pour precision :je suis marie avec une vazaha depuis 38 ans et elle viens avec moi a mada ceci pour t eviter des conclusions hatives dont tu me sembles tres friand
j espere que ta vie vagabonde avec tes zazas suivent ton chemin bonne continuation
tu verras quand tes enfants seront plus grands tu seras plus comprenhensif sinon ils te le feront savoir !!
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le voyage permet de garder l esprit ouvert aux autres
eh oui c'est bien du tourisme sexuel, promenez vous le soir a tana, vous allez voir ce qu'est la protitution!!!! ( de 15 à 40 ans)...c'est une manière de nourrir une famille à mada...mais les "vieux français" et autres qui ne pourraient rien faire ici, se régalent à moindre frais, avec de "la viande fraiche"....ils ont le choix!!!!! je n'ai jamais pratiqué de cette façon...
jean paul de lyon, jeune retraité, 25 années dans le secteur du batiment!!!
hi hi, comme on se retrouve.... Alors je ne peux dire grand chose de plus sinon que je suis marié à une malgache et nous avons 2 beaux enfants, sommes heureux, j'ai 60 ans, mon épouse 30, suis je un pédophile ? un profiteur ? to be or not to be..... ah, je precise, elle gagne plus que moi.... prof. 😎
nous allons tous les ans à Mada passer 3/4 mois, dans notre maison. on connait un peu mada😉
jipi, j'ai découvert autre chose en lisant, j'ai aussi habité à taravao, c'est marrant les parcours, nana.... Veloma,
et promenez vous a st denis, c'est pour nourrir la famille ?
parce qu'il n'y a pas de prostitution ici ? et des jeunes ? allons, ne parlez que de ce que vous connaissez, ne dites pas n'importe quoi.....
A st denis, ils touchent au moins le RMI...............a mada ils crèvent de faim!!!!!c'est pas pareils, je pense parlé de ce que je connais, surement mieux que vous!!! (15 ans à la run et madagascar) Gardez vos avis pour vous, je garde les miens pour moi....pas de polémiques, je ne suis pas là pour cela....
jean paul de lyon, jeune retraité, 25 années dans le secteur du batiment!!!
pardonnez du peu, je vais a Madagascar depuis 41 ans, et pas seulement en vacances 2 ou 3 semaines, des mois tous les ans. y ai ma belle famille, et pignon sur rue, alors......
ok je suis bien content pour vous!!!! bonne retraite et soyez plus tolérant sur ce forum, vous verrez, on peu aussi s'exprimé de cette façon............
jean paul de lyon, jeune retraité, 25 années dans le secteur du batiment!!!
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This is my 15,000th post, and it's a message I would have preferred never to write.
Patrick—Yangguizi—won’t be returning from his trek in Uganda. His health betrayed him in the mountains.
Like many of you, I laughed until I couldn’t anymore at his travel stories. I met him in Shanghai, then in Istanbul... We scoured restaurants—he was an incredible expert on world cuisines. We relived Korea, China. Always brilliant, so sharp, so funny, so down-to-earth. Being even a little bit his friend was something to be proud of. I think I envied him.
Patrick is still out there, of course... He found his happiness running across the world. He’s on his path. He never doubted that "the traveler doesn’t even know if he’ll return one day."
Not sure this would’ve suited him, but his departure devastates me.
Alright, Farewell, you foreign devil. Safe travels.
Michel
This is my 15,000th post, and it's a message I would have preferred never to write.
Patrick—Yangguizi—won’t be returning from his trek in Uganda. His health betrayed him in the mountains.
Like many of you, I laughed until I couldn’t anymore at his travel stories. I met him in Shanghai, then in Istanbul... We scoured restaurants—he was an incredible expert on world cuisines. We relived Korea, China. Always brilliant, so sharp, so funny, so down-to-earth. Being even a little bit his friend was something to be proud of. I think I envied him.
Patrick is still out there, of course... He found his happiness running across the world. He’s on his path. He never doubted that "the traveler doesn’t even know if he’ll return one day."
Not sure this would’ve suited him, but his departure devastates me.
Alright, Farewell, you foreign devil. Safe travels.
Michel
hello to all travelers with their eyes wide open to the desert...
I’ve always wondered what I was "doing" on this earth. And why my father, who died a few months after I was born—a former youngest French resistance fighter—joined the First Saharan Motorized Company in Atar and spent the rest of his life repairing army engines in Algeria, Mauritania, Senegal, Mali (which didn’t exist under that name back then), Morocco, and finally Algeria, where my mother was born and raised. (Believe me, it’s not "cool" being the child of a soldier in a country occupied by France, and even less so the child of a "pied-noir.") Of course, I never got an answer: the dead don’t talk, and the army doesn’t either. But here’s the thing—I had photos... So naturally, one day I hit the road. I wanted to see, to understand. It’s thanks to VF that I was able to do a little research on crossing the Morocco-Mauritania border, and I’m grateful to its members, just as I’m grateful to all those who welcomed me on the road for 14 years. For the past few weeks, I’ve been wondering if I should talk about this or not... It turns out the Mauritanians changed my life by asking for my help... And that started as early as February 2012... (Did I owe them something? No answer to that question.) Ah, the irony—they saw me coming. But when you’re handed sick children and begged to do something, what would you have done? I’d worked in a hospital, so I knew a bit about the rules to follow. I didn’t hesitate. And well, over all these years, I met doctors, surgeons, and together we organized care, evacuations of children, training for surgeons—even trying to stop children from having to travel outside their country. It was never easy. I’d like to thank those who supported us, as well as *La Chaîne de l’Espoir*, *La Fondation Face au Monde*, and everyone who built bridges between our two countries. Unfortunately, despite the constant efforts of Mauritanian doctors and surgeons, some children couldn’t be helped in time. Today, I want to talk about four siblings—orphans of their mother—suffering from congenital glaucoma causing irreversible blindness. Their case was entrusted to me in 2020, just weeks before the big lockdown. We couldn’t do anything for them then, but when their father asked me for a gift, I rushed to my computer and wrote a story. Through a tale, the children take a great journey, explore their country, and fulfill a dream. I never thought this book would be published—it was, in 2023. This book pays tribute to Mauritania. It’s a message for those who know nothing about the hardships of life there, carrying both the harshness and beauty of an immense desert where you can travel by 4x4, bike, on foot, or by camel in complete safety. It bears witness to the kindness of Mauritanians toward travelers. As a woman traveling alone in my vehicle—a now-rusted old Mercedes that no longer runs—I had the most beautiful encounters of my life there (I’ve seen other parts of the world...). The blind children of Choum, Atar, Nouadhibou, and Nouakchott will forever be in my heart. Volunteer readers transcribed the book into a free audio version for the visually impaired. It’s available in sound libraries in France, the *Fondation Valentin Haüy*, and the Swiss Romande library. I made my last trip to Mauritania in my old 4x4 to distribute the book everywhere, especially to its heroes and the school for the visually impaired in Nouakchott. After that, I thought it was time to close the chapter because I no longer have the means or the strength to travel. My publishers chose this title for it: *The Blue Eyes of the Desert*. This publication helped a mission of Swiss volunteer ophthalmologists come to operate on glaucomas in Mauritania. I’m thrilled because they come back every year! This adventure is ending, yes—everything must come to an end—but ultimately, it was born here, on the VF site!! So yes, I had to say it: THANK YOU!!!!!
I’ve always wondered what I was "doing" on this earth. And why my father, who died a few months after I was born—a former youngest French resistance fighter—joined the First Saharan Motorized Company in Atar and spent the rest of his life repairing army engines in Algeria, Mauritania, Senegal, Mali (which didn’t exist under that name back then), Morocco, and finally Algeria, where my mother was born and raised. (Believe me, it’s not "cool" being the child of a soldier in a country occupied by France, and even less so the child of a "pied-noir.") Of course, I never got an answer: the dead don’t talk, and the army doesn’t either. But here’s the thing—I had photos... So naturally, one day I hit the road. I wanted to see, to understand. It’s thanks to VF that I was able to do a little research on crossing the Morocco-Mauritania border, and I’m grateful to its members, just as I’m grateful to all those who welcomed me on the road for 14 years. For the past few weeks, I’ve been wondering if I should talk about this or not... It turns out the Mauritanians changed my life by asking for my help... And that started as early as February 2012... (Did I owe them something? No answer to that question.) Ah, the irony—they saw me coming. But when you’re handed sick children and begged to do something, what would you have done? I’d worked in a hospital, so I knew a bit about the rules to follow. I didn’t hesitate. And well, over all these years, I met doctors, surgeons, and together we organized care, evacuations of children, training for surgeons—even trying to stop children from having to travel outside their country. It was never easy. I’d like to thank those who supported us, as well as *La Chaîne de l’Espoir*, *La Fondation Face au Monde*, and everyone who built bridges between our two countries. Unfortunately, despite the constant efforts of Mauritanian doctors and surgeons, some children couldn’t be helped in time. Today, I want to talk about four siblings—orphans of their mother—suffering from congenital glaucoma causing irreversible blindness. Their case was entrusted to me in 2020, just weeks before the big lockdown. We couldn’t do anything for them then, but when their father asked me for a gift, I rushed to my computer and wrote a story. Through a tale, the children take a great journey, explore their country, and fulfill a dream. I never thought this book would be published—it was, in 2023. This book pays tribute to Mauritania. It’s a message for those who know nothing about the hardships of life there, carrying both the harshness and beauty of an immense desert where you can travel by 4x4, bike, on foot, or by camel in complete safety. It bears witness to the kindness of Mauritanians toward travelers. As a woman traveling alone in my vehicle—a now-rusted old Mercedes that no longer runs—I had the most beautiful encounters of my life there (I’ve seen other parts of the world...). The blind children of Choum, Atar, Nouadhibou, and Nouakchott will forever be in my heart. Volunteer readers transcribed the book into a free audio version for the visually impaired. It’s available in sound libraries in France, the *Fondation Valentin Haüy*, and the Swiss Romande library. I made my last trip to Mauritania in my old 4x4 to distribute the book everywhere, especially to its heroes and the school for the visually impaired in Nouakchott. After that, I thought it was time to close the chapter because I no longer have the means or the strength to travel. My publishers chose this title for it: *The Blue Eyes of the Desert*. This publication helped a mission of Swiss volunteer ophthalmologists come to operate on glaucomas in Mauritania. I’m thrilled because they come back every year! This adventure is ending, yes—everything must come to an end—but ultimately, it was born here, on the VF site!! So yes, I had to say it: THANK YOU!!!!!
Hi everyone,
I’m Loulou, a French expat who’s been living in Southeast Asia for about fifteen years, currently in Phnom Penh, Cambodia. A passionate walker at heart, I’ve trekked in Nepal (Thorung La, Mardi Himal), India, Vietnam, and I’m still planning new hikes (Char Dham, Langtang, Annapurna).
I’ve just published my first travel journal, recounting three months of walking and encounters across India. A portion of the sales goes to an educational center I support in Kep, for children whose parents work in the salt marshes.
I’m also working on a second book about Nepal with a musician friend, focusing on the Mardi Himal trek—two independent perspectives on the same journey.
Happy to swap stories with you about the Himalayas, India, Southeast Asia, or just the urge to hit the road and walk far from home.
Safe travels,
Loulou
Hi! It was totally by chance that I stumbled upon VoyageForum (an ad online and a story lol), and I’ve been reading some really old posts from 2011 about Thai massage schools—discussions on how to get by, accommodation, prices, etc. It reminded me of my own experience: I kept things simple by staying with a local family during my entire trip. I only shared all the expenses with them, which, I’ll admit, was super cheap… and I often traveled with them, which naturally opened a lot of doors for me. To start, at the school in Salaya, my Thai friend immediately connected me with Teacher Phong (the school’s mentor and teacher of teachers, a former monk). I was supposed to join a group session with other foreigners, but for some reason I don’t know, I got two days of private lessons for free with this expert… incredible! And on top of that, he loved France! It was an amazing experience. I "discovered" massage by chance—the Thai family just told me: "Try it, you’ll see!" (I’d had a pretty intense massage in the capital before 😅… but the next day, I felt unbelievably great!))
Every morning, I’d take a taxi (chosen by the Thai family at prices that beat all the competition) to this school—I’ve forgotten the name of the little village now… right in the heart of the countryside. Then, in the evenings, I’d keep practicing massage on all the family members… and they’d teach me Thai at the same time!))
Since then, I’ve practiced a bit, with lots of positive feedback. Following Teacher Phong’s advice—he thought my pressure was deep, firm, and precise—he strongly encouraged me to take this seriously.
I love Thailand so much. It’s a whole different way of living… and it’s a real blessing, even if I couldn’t live there full-time. Anyway, that was an unforgettable memory, and sometimes the Thai family and I still say hi—from 2011, 2013… right up to today!
Take care, everyone! !
Every morning, I’d take a taxi (chosen by the Thai family at prices that beat all the competition) to this school—I’ve forgotten the name of the little village now… right in the heart of the countryside. Then, in the evenings, I’d keep practicing massage on all the family members… and they’d teach me Thai at the same time!))
Since then, I’ve practiced a bit, with lots of positive feedback. Following Teacher Phong’s advice—he thought my pressure was deep, firm, and precise—he strongly encouraged me to take this seriously.
I love Thailand so much. It’s a whole different way of living… and it’s a real blessing, even if I couldn’t live there full-time. Anyway, that was an unforgettable memory, and sometimes the Thai family and I still say hi—from 2011, 2013… right up to today!
Take care, everyone! !
"It seems to me that poverty would be less painful in the sun" wrote Aznavour...
Not sure...😕 Who can prove that people in hot countries are happier than others? What do you think?
Is it better to live in Montpellier than in Lille? Are the Pygmies happier than the Inuit? Are Canadians less happy than the people of Louisiana? Are there more French expats in hot countries?
And your travels? Do you choose your destinations based on the climate? Do you rejoice when a bit of sunshine appears?
Not sure...😕 Who can prove that people in hot countries are happier than others? What do you think?
Is it better to live in Montpellier than in Lille? Are the Pygmies happier than the Inuit? Are Canadians less happy than the people of Louisiana? Are there more French expats in hot countries?
And your travels? Do you choose your destinations based on the climate? Do you rejoice when a bit of sunshine appears?
Hi everyone, just this once I’m not posting for a travel story, but to share a thought for Venezuela.
If you didn’t know—since it’s not making headlines—the country was hit by two 7.5-magnitude earthquakes last week. Over 2,200 people have died, more than 50,000 are missing, and some coastal towns have been completely destroyed. Maybe when the scale of the humanitarian crisis becomes clear, our media will cover it a bit more... especially since earthquakes with this many casualties usually make the front page, but there’s been nothing in France.
So here’s a thought for this country, which, whatever you think of its politics, is a true jewel of South America, both for its landscapes and its people.
If you didn’t know—since it’s not making headlines—the country was hit by two 7.5-magnitude earthquakes last week. Over 2,200 people have died, more than 50,000 are missing, and some coastal towns have been completely destroyed. Maybe when the scale of the humanitarian crisis becomes clear, our media will cover it a bit more... especially since earthquakes with this many casualties usually make the front page, but there’s been nothing in France.
So here’s a thought for this country, which, whatever you think of its politics, is a true jewel of South America, both for its landscapes and its people.
hi there
I’d like to invite you to discover my coastal province in central Vietnam: Quang Ngai.
This year, my province has really improved its infrastructure—mountains, countryside, and sea are all authentic here.
No harassers or thieves, and no Russians either.
A local lunch costs around 1 €.
A *** hotel room is about 25 €, and you can find hotels right on My Khe Beach.
We have a specialty: *banh xeo*—10 crepes for just 1.5 €.
You can rent motorbikes to explore the province and maybe visit the many ethnic minorities.
I live here—I’m not selling anything, but I can help if needed (my father-in-law is a traditional Vietnamese doctor and he’s very skilled).
We're planning to spend a month in Vietnam. Is hiring a guide helpful?
Hi everyone! 😉
I’m Typhaine, 35 years old. Five years ago, I left France for a solo round-the-world trip—no planes, just a van, hitchhiking, cycling, and even a canoe in the Amazon! Today, I work as a naturalist guide in Argentine Patagonia.
Wherever I go, my compass stays the same: observing and photographing wildlife, which I deeply admire and respect.
My project: I’d love to share this experience through a sustainable, authentic, and immersive nature tourism initiative. But to build something meaningful, I need to understand how other nature enthusiasts experience their own adventures.
If you:
Are over 20 years old
Have a true passion for Nature
Have already taken at least one trip lasting more than 3 nights (in your country or abroad) in your life
Then... would you have 5 to 7 minutes to help me by filling out this questionnaire? 🙂 »» https://forms.gle/y74ckkvN9TjrougLA
Promise: I’m not selling anything, this isn’t marketing. Your answers are 100% anonymous and will only help me shape this wild project. A huge thank you to everyone for your help and kindness! Looking forward to chatting in this thread 😛
(Dear admins, this is purely a collaborative effort for my project study, with no commercial purpose. Thank you so much for your support!)
Photo: Grizzly Bear (Ursus arctos horribilis), female on the left and her cub on the right. Photo taken by me in Alaska, Denali National Park.
My project: I’d love to share this experience through a sustainable, authentic, and immersive nature tourism initiative. But to build something meaningful, I need to understand how other nature enthusiasts experience their own adventures.
If you:
Are over 20 years old
Have a true passion for Nature
Have already taken at least one trip lasting more than 3 nights (in your country or abroad) in your life
Then... would you have 5 to 7 minutes to help me by filling out this questionnaire? 🙂 »» https://forms.gle/y74ckkvN9TjrougLA
Promise: I’m not selling anything, this isn’t marketing. Your answers are 100% anonymous and will only help me shape this wild project. A huge thank you to everyone for your help and kindness! Looking forward to chatting in this thread 😛
(Dear admins, this is purely a collaborative effort for my project study, with no commercial purpose. Thank you so much for your support!)
Photo: Grizzly Bear (Ursus arctos horribilis), female on the left and her cub on the right. Photo taken by me in Alaska, Denali National Park.
Hello everyone,
It’s something we often notice in this forum—and many others—this behavioral shift.
A long-time member, or even a new one, asks a question. They get one or more answers, some brief, some detailed, and then... nothing???
Not even a simple thank you!!!
From what I’ve gathered, if the answers don’t align with what they wanted to hear, it seems natural for the asker to just disappear!! 😕 Unless—(and I fear this is the case)—basic politeness is no longer part of our society????
Please forgive my little rant.
Wishing everyone all the best. Cheers,
Puma2A

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It’s something we often notice in this forum—and many others—this behavioral shift.
A long-time member, or even a new one, asks a question. They get one or more answers, some brief, some detailed, and then... nothing???
Not even a simple thank you!!!
From what I’ve gathered, if the answers don’t align with what they wanted to hear, it seems natural for the asker to just disappear!! 😕 Unless—(and I fear this is the case)—basic politeness is no longer part of our society????
Please forgive my little rant.
Wishing everyone all the best. Cheers,
Puma2A

...
I spent 3 weeks in Bali last summer (+ 3 nights on Gili Meno and a day trip to Kawah Ijen in Java). So I wanted to see what ChatGPT could suggest for comparison...
Here’s the prompt I gave:
"You’re a local expert guide for Bali.
- Plan a 20-day itinerary for Bali with a side trip to Gili Meno and a day trip to Kawah Ijen in Java without staying overnight.
- I’m traveling with my wife, and I love visiting historical sites, hiking, relaxing at the beach, snorkeling, and exploring rice terraces...
- For the duration of the stay, I don’t want more than 8 places to sleep, and I’d like to stay at least 2 days at each stop to avoid unpacking too often. Except for the last night, where I’m okay with just one night near the airport.
- I prefer neighborhoods that are walkable and try to avoid typical tourist traps, though I don’t want to miss the must-see spots. So suggest a mix of iconic sites and hidden gems.
- Recommend hotels or guesthouses with a budget of 50 to 100 € per night, including breakfast. Make suggestions in areas popular with travelers, specifying the vibe (I prefer quiet), and consider safety and proximity to attractions.
- For lunch and dinner, suggest two to three restaurants that are well-rated by customers.
- Give me a day-by-day program with details on travel times, visiting times for each point of interest, and recommendations for transportation (taxi, train, bike, etc.). Estimate the total cost of the trip, including accommodations, food, transportation, and activities, and suggest two tips for saving money in each category.
- Don’t make anything up—be realistic about travel times, take into account the opening dates and hours of sites, and give me the entry fees for places to visit.
- Ask me all the questions until you’re 95% sure you understand what’s being asked. Don’t generate your response until you’ve understood."
The AI asked for a few clarifications:
"Great request—I can build you a really optimized and enjoyable itinerary, but to be 95% sure I hit the mark, I need a few key clarifications (this will really influence the pace, areas, and accommodations)."
In the end, it proposed a program very close to what we actually did. I’ll skip its accommodation and restaurant suggestions...
Its proposal:
"Ubud (4 nights) => we did 5 nights Sidemen (2 nights) Amed (3 nights) => we’d planned 2 nights Gili Meno (3 nights) => we did Gili between Sidemen and Amed Munduk (3 nights) => we did 2 nights before Pemuteran Pemuteran (3 nights) with Ijen => we did 4 nights Sanur (2 nights + 1 last night) => we chose Jatiluwih instead of Sanur
It suggested "activities" (and accommodations too):
IN UBUD: - Walk around central Ubud (1–2h) - Campuhan Ridge Walk - Tegalalang Rice Terrace - Tirta Empul - Gunung Kawi - Massage / market / slow café
IN SIDEMEN: - Rice terrace hike (2–3h) - Cooking class
IN AMED: - Snorkeling - Japanese Shipwreck - Beach + relaxation - Volcano sunset
ON GILI: - Snorkeling at Gili Meno Turtle Point, Nest Underwater Statues
IN MUNDUK: - Jungle & waterfall hike - Munduk Waterfall + Melanting Waterfall - Loop: 3–4h (perfect for your level) - Ulun Danu Bratan Temple - Twin Lakes
IN PEMUTERAN - Snorkeling: Menjangan Island
For Kawah Ijen, it detailed the day well: 👍 from Pemuteran = best possible option 12 PM: leave hotel (we left at 10 PM) 1 PM: ferry 3 PM: arrival in Java + transfer 11 PM: start ascent 2 AM–6 AM: volcano Return to Bali around 11 AM–12 PM (we got back at 4 PM) 👍 still very intense, but doable with an agency 💰 ~80–120 €/person all-inclusive
IN SANUR: - Relaxation - Quiet beach - Proximity to airport (30 min)"
BUDGET: "3,000 – 3,900 € for 2 people" (We paid 3,200 €)
In conclusion, it’s not (yet) enough, but it’s (already) pretty impressive!
Here’s the prompt I gave:
"You’re a local expert guide for Bali.
- Plan a 20-day itinerary for Bali with a side trip to Gili Meno and a day trip to Kawah Ijen in Java without staying overnight.
- I’m traveling with my wife, and I love visiting historical sites, hiking, relaxing at the beach, snorkeling, and exploring rice terraces...
- For the duration of the stay, I don’t want more than 8 places to sleep, and I’d like to stay at least 2 days at each stop to avoid unpacking too often. Except for the last night, where I’m okay with just one night near the airport.
- I prefer neighborhoods that are walkable and try to avoid typical tourist traps, though I don’t want to miss the must-see spots. So suggest a mix of iconic sites and hidden gems.
- Recommend hotels or guesthouses with a budget of 50 to 100 € per night, including breakfast. Make suggestions in areas popular with travelers, specifying the vibe (I prefer quiet), and consider safety and proximity to attractions.
- For lunch and dinner, suggest two to three restaurants that are well-rated by customers.
- Give me a day-by-day program with details on travel times, visiting times for each point of interest, and recommendations for transportation (taxi, train, bike, etc.). Estimate the total cost of the trip, including accommodations, food, transportation, and activities, and suggest two tips for saving money in each category.
- Don’t make anything up—be realistic about travel times, take into account the opening dates and hours of sites, and give me the entry fees for places to visit.
- Ask me all the questions until you’re 95% sure you understand what’s being asked. Don’t generate your response until you’ve understood."
The AI asked for a few clarifications:
"Great request—I can build you a really optimized and enjoyable itinerary, but to be 95% sure I hit the mark, I need a few key clarifications (this will really influence the pace, areas, and accommodations)."
In the end, it proposed a program very close to what we actually did. I’ll skip its accommodation and restaurant suggestions...
Its proposal:
"Ubud (4 nights) => we did 5 nights Sidemen (2 nights) Amed (3 nights) => we’d planned 2 nights Gili Meno (3 nights) => we did Gili between Sidemen and Amed Munduk (3 nights) => we did 2 nights before Pemuteran Pemuteran (3 nights) with Ijen => we did 4 nights Sanur (2 nights + 1 last night) => we chose Jatiluwih instead of Sanur
It suggested "activities" (and accommodations too):
IN UBUD: - Walk around central Ubud (1–2h) - Campuhan Ridge Walk - Tegalalang Rice Terrace - Tirta Empul - Gunung Kawi - Massage / market / slow café
IN SIDEMEN: - Rice terrace hike (2–3h) - Cooking class
IN AMED: - Snorkeling - Japanese Shipwreck - Beach + relaxation - Volcano sunset
ON GILI: - Snorkeling at Gili Meno Turtle Point, Nest Underwater Statues
IN MUNDUK: - Jungle & waterfall hike - Munduk Waterfall + Melanting Waterfall - Loop: 3–4h (perfect for your level) - Ulun Danu Bratan Temple - Twin Lakes
IN PEMUTERAN - Snorkeling: Menjangan Island
For Kawah Ijen, it detailed the day well: 👍 from Pemuteran = best possible option 12 PM: leave hotel (we left at 10 PM) 1 PM: ferry 3 PM: arrival in Java + transfer 11 PM: start ascent 2 AM–6 AM: volcano Return to Bali around 11 AM–12 PM (we got back at 4 PM) 👍 still very intense, but doable with an agency 💰 ~80–120 €/person all-inclusive
IN SANUR: - Relaxation - Quiet beach - Proximity to airport (30 min)"
BUDGET: "3,000 – 3,900 € for 2 people" (We paid 3,200 €)
In conclusion, it’s not (yet) enough, but it’s (already) pretty impressive!
Hello everyone,
I’m sharing the menu posted at the entrance of a bar at the foot of the Porto Tower in Southern Corsica. . .
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Greetings and have a great Sunday.
Puma2A . .

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I’m sharing the menu posted at the entrance of a bar at the foot of the Porto Tower in Southern Corsica. . .
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.Greetings and have a great Sunday.
Puma2A . .

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I’ve kept the habit of blowing my nose in the sink and then washing my hands—a custom I picked up in India. Sometimes, non-travelers are shocked when they catch me in the act... 🤪
Also, when I run out of toilet paper, it doesn’t bother me—unless I’ve got company over... 🤪
Just got back from walking a friend’s dog (while they’re on vacation), wearing a djellaba and Tibetan boots... 😏😏😏 Oh, for sure, if I’d run into locals, I probably would’ve shocked them? 😏
Anyway, as long as I’m not spitting on the floor at a restaurant or squatting on the side of a highway with a water bottle in hand...
Do you bring back customs from your travels?
Also, when I run out of toilet paper, it doesn’t bother me—unless I’ve got company over... 🤪
Just got back from walking a friend’s dog (while they’re on vacation), wearing a djellaba and Tibetan boots... 😏😏😏 Oh, for sure, if I’d run into locals, I probably would’ve shocked them? 😏
Anyway, as long as I’m not spitting on the floor at a restaurant or squatting on the side of a highway with a water bottle in hand...
Do you bring back customs from your travels?
After taking a little trip around the world, I came back a few months ago with an idea in mind.
I mostly do diving, and I love observing animals in their natural habitat without disturbing them.
During the trip, I realized it was quite complicated to know where and when to see certain species.
For example:
where to dive with sharks or manta rays where you might get a chance to swim with whales
I even discovered thresher sharks during my trip… I didn’t even know this species existed before, even though they’re incredible to see.
We spent a ton of time searching for info all over the place, especially on social media, without ever getting a clear picture.
So I started putting all this together on my own, in the form of a map, to make it easier to visualize where to go depending on the seasons.
I recently put a first version online (it’s called Fauneya). There are probably mistakes, inconsistencies, or things to improve, and that’s partly why I’m posting here.
I’d really love to know how you all go about planning this kind of trip.
I mostly do diving, and I love observing animals in their natural habitat without disturbing them.
During the trip, I realized it was quite complicated to know where and when to see certain species.
For example:
where to dive with sharks or manta rays where you might get a chance to swim with whales
I even discovered thresher sharks during my trip… I didn’t even know this species existed before, even though they’re incredible to see.
We spent a ton of time searching for info all over the place, especially on social media, without ever getting a clear picture.
So I started putting all this together on my own, in the form of a map, to make it easier to visualize where to go depending on the seasons.
I recently put a first version online (it’s called Fauneya). There are probably mistakes, inconsistencies, or things to improve, and that’s partly why I’m posting here.
I’d really love to know how you all go about planning this kind of trip.
As part of my Master’s thesis, I’m currently conducting a public survey on a topic that concerns all of us when planning a trip: artificial intelligence and the role of human contact in travel planning.
These days, we’re using more and more digital tools to find ideas, compare options, and book trips... but is the role of human advisors still essential? At what moments? And for what types of trips?
The survey is anonymous and takes about 7 minutes.
It’s aimed at anyone who travels (or has traveled) for leisure, whether you plan everything yourself or go through an agency.
Survey link: https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSdkmBzW2QOE3_ZirhmdG8e2LQyaWLJxWUeyTR0LzpC8ytlufQ/viewform
Your response will be a huge help for my work and will contribute to a broader reflection on the future of the travel experience.
Thanks in advance to everyone who takes the time to participate!!
These days, we’re using more and more digital tools to find ideas, compare options, and book trips... but is the role of human advisors still essential? At what moments? And for what types of trips?
The survey is anonymous and takes about 7 minutes.
It’s aimed at anyone who travels (or has traveled) for leisure, whether you plan everything yourself or go through an agency.
Survey link: https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSdkmBzW2QOE3_ZirhmdG8e2LQyaWLJxWUeyTR0LzpC8ytlufQ/viewform
Your response will be a huge help for my work and will contribute to a broader reflection on the future of the travel experience.
Thanks in advance to everyone who takes the time to participate!!
While browsing the forum to gather info for my upcoming trip to Thailand, I often see the terms "traveler," "great traveler," and also "tourist"—so what’s the nuance for you?
I've traveled quite a bit in Vietnam over the past few years—from the southern delta to bustling cities and even some small islands—but what really sticks with me is the north, the high mountains.
Up there, there's something different—maybe slower, more raw. The morning markets with ethnic groups, women in traditional clothes, the colors...
The stilt houses, kids following you and laughing for no reason, the terraced rice fields—it almost feels unreal at times, so vast and quiet, yet so human and simple.
You often hear that Sapa has become too touristy, and that's partly true, especially in the center. But as soon as you move a little farther away, everything changes quickly. The landscapes open up, encounters feel more natural, and you rediscover something truly authentic.
I think it's that contrast that struck me—the difference between what you imagine before going and what you actually discover when you take the time.
And you—what memory do you hold onto from Vietnam? A particular place that touched you more than others?
Hello,
We’re finalizing the plans for our upcoming trip to China in May 2025. The second-to-last stop will be in Zhangjiajie, where we’ve planned to stay for 2 full days before heading to Shanghai.
We’re traveling solo using local transport and have arranged to stay in the city of Zhangjiajie.
We’ve seen that there’s a lot to see: Tianmen Mountain, the Grand Canyon and the glass bridge, Zhangjiajie National Park, and that the sites are quite far apart with fairly expensive entry fees. We’re thinking of dedicating one day to the national park and the Grand Canyon (glass bridge) and one day to Tianmen Mountain. But we’re not sure if this plan is realistic—any thoughts would be much appreciated!
Do you know if it’s possible to get around on our own, or is it better to go through a local agency or book a package like the one sold by TravelChinaGuide? https://www.travelchinaguide.com/package/zhangjiajie/2days-tour.htm
Thanks in advance for your advice! Alod
We’ve seen that there’s a lot to see: Tianmen Mountain, the Grand Canyon and the glass bridge, Zhangjiajie National Park, and that the sites are quite far apart with fairly expensive entry fees. We’re thinking of dedicating one day to the national park and the Grand Canyon (glass bridge) and one day to Tianmen Mountain. But we’re not sure if this plan is realistic—any thoughts would be much appreciated!
Do you know if it’s possible to get around on our own, or is it better to go through a local agency or book a package like the one sold by TravelChinaGuide? https://www.travelchinaguide.com/package/zhangjiajie/2days-tour.htm
Thanks in advance for your advice! Alod
Hello 🙂
I should be serving a warming drink to the participants in the discussion about gardens and parks that provide us with beautiful photos, I could mention the delicious buttery scent wafting from bakeries in the thread about returning to France, but my heart, its powerful pulse that nourishes my entire being, is elsewhere.
Dasht-e Lut, Yazd, Esfahan, Bam, Kerman, Qeshm, Hormuz—a melody, a prayer at the heart of desire.
A dream, an unattainable fantasy? No. Not anymore. A very serious Italian travel agency is organizing this trip for 6 people this winter. I’m signed up, I’m going, I’m living. Maybe.
"But you’re completely crazy!!!!"
I know... I know that every civilization, every society has a vital need to create scapegoats to define and justify itself, pathetically. And Iran is one of them, top of the list. I laugh or sigh, and it doesn’t bother me.
But that unchanging red, deep red and garnet, so beautiful in itself, in all the Western chancelleries repeats, whispers, shouts: don’t go, don’t go, don’t go, you’re putting yourself in danger and we can’t do anything for you. You’ll be turned into mere bargaining chips, into arguments for endless negotiations. Fear must be instilled, its power absolutely preserved, no concessions made to the enemy. The information (how many French hostages, real or fake, compared to the number of travelers?) is always lacking.
Traveling becomes a merciless confrontation between desire, the vital pulse, and anxiety, its ghosts.
Catherine
I should be serving a warming drink to the participants in the discussion about gardens and parks that provide us with beautiful photos, I could mention the delicious buttery scent wafting from bakeries in the thread about returning to France, but my heart, its powerful pulse that nourishes my entire being, is elsewhere.
Dasht-e Lut, Yazd, Esfahan, Bam, Kerman, Qeshm, Hormuz—a melody, a prayer at the heart of desire.
A dream, an unattainable fantasy? No. Not anymore. A very serious Italian travel agency is organizing this trip for 6 people this winter. I’m signed up, I’m going, I’m living. Maybe.
"But you’re completely crazy!!!!"
I know... I know that every civilization, every society has a vital need to create scapegoats to define and justify itself, pathetically. And Iran is one of them, top of the list. I laugh or sigh, and it doesn’t bother me.
But that unchanging red, deep red and garnet, so beautiful in itself, in all the Western chancelleries repeats, whispers, shouts: don’t go, don’t go, don’t go, you’re putting yourself in danger and we can’t do anything for you. You’ll be turned into mere bargaining chips, into arguments for endless negotiations. Fear must be instilled, its power absolutely preserved, no concessions made to the enemy. The information (how many French hostages, real or fake, compared to the number of travelers?) is always lacking.
Traveling becomes a merciless confrontation between desire, the vital pulse, and anxiety, its ghosts.
Catherine
Hi everyone, here’s our itinerary. Arriving on the evening of December 13th. Departing on January 7th.
Thanks in advance for your tips and valuable feedback.
Manila – 1 night Coron – 4 nights Coron to El Nido cruise – 2 nights El Nido – 4 nights Port Barton – 5 nights Flight from Puerto Princesa to Vigan Vigan – 2 nights Sagada – 2 nights Banaue – 2 nights Bagabag – 1 night Manila – 1 night I’ve only booked the flight to Manila and the Manila/Coron flight so far. Is it possible to book boat trips, accommodations, and the Puerto Princesa flight last-minute?
Thanks in advance. Florence
Manila – 1 night Coron – 4 nights Coron to El Nido cruise – 2 nights El Nido – 4 nights Port Barton – 5 nights Flight from Puerto Princesa to Vigan Vigan – 2 nights Sagada – 2 nights Banaue – 2 nights Bagabag – 1 night Manila – 1 night I’ve only booked the flight to Manila and the Manila/Coron flight so far. Is it possible to book boat trips, accommodations, and the Puerto Princesa flight last-minute?
Thanks in advance. Florence
Really disappointed with Costa Rica! Pura vida? The scam of the century!
(Costa Rica pure emptiness).
The country where animals are free and people are in cages. 3 weeks in December in this country and never again. Imagine the trailer of a movie that seems interesting, and when you go see it, you realize it’s a flop and the best moments were in the trailer. Well, that’s exactly how we felt with Costa Rica pure emptiness. My wife and I have traveled quite a bit and didn’t expect to be so wrong about a place. On the main routes, we visited: San José Alajuela Limón, Cahuita, Puerto Viejo, Manzanillo (Caribbean side) Jaco, Quepos, Manuel Antonio (Pacific side) And a few short stops in intermediate towns.
Our dissatisfaction grew gradually like this:
When we arrived at the hotel, the taxi dropped us off on a small street in front of a white metal gate with ground-floor windows barred. We looked at it skeptically, but the sign matched. He approached the gate, rang the bell, the buzzer sounded, and the door opened slightly. The hotel wasn’t bad for the price, a 10-minute walk from downtown, but with a "Fleury-Mérogis" vibe guaranteed.
So far, so good.
After showering and regaining our bearings, we headed downtown. What started to unsettle us on the way was seeing houses with bars on the ground-floor windows and even on the second floor. At first, we thought the hotel’s neighborhood wasn’t great.
Downtown San José: It’s a generic city, not very exotic, with a pedestrian street and a small mercado where you can eat local food without frills. Very few tourists—if any—which let you blend in with the locals. We had lunch and struggled to make ourselves understood because, aside from one or two shops, English wasn’t spoken. On the way back to the hotel, we took a different route, and while chatting and strolling, my wife pointed out a beautiful two-story white house completely barricaded like Fort Knox. From that moment, we started noticing the facades of houses and buildings, and wow, it was creepy—most looked like prisons, some even with barbed wire. Though put off, we told ourselves it was probably a big-city thing and the rest of the country couldn’t be like this.
So far, so good.
We relaxed at the hotel and had a drink at the bar. Night falls early, around 5:30 PM. By 7:30 PM, we headed back downtown for dinner. A bit unsettling for a capital—downtown was almost deserted, and aside from fast-food chains, very few restaurants were open, with hardly anyone on the streets. Bars with security guards out front. I won’t say we felt unsafe that night, but once it got dark, we realized the bars on the windows weren’t for nothing. First day in, and our impression was already mixed.
The next day, we explored the city and surroundings, and our feelings didn’t change.
So far, so good.
Off to Cahuita by bus—4 hours of travel. The landscapes are very green but quickly become monotonous. The road runs alongside the forest and passes through a few towns and villages, and even in the countryside, there were just as many prison-like houses. The bus dropped us off at Cahuita’s terminal station—only four of us got off. It’s a village, or rather, a small town. Cahuita is basically one straight road and a perpendicular one, and honestly, doubt started to creep in. A few restaurants that add 13% tax and 10% service charge—so 23% extra. We dropped our stuff at the hotel and went to explore. In 20 minutes, we’d seen it all. We had lunch and planned to check out the famous park. Entry is by donation—well, the "entry" is a joke. There’s a path along the forest by the sea, and that’s it.
Nothing’s going right anymore.
We thought it was a total scam, but since we hadn’t gone far, we decided to come back the next day to explore further. We returned to the hotel, relaxed, and around 8:00 PM, we went out for dinner. Only two restaurants were open, and the streets were deserted.
Creepy!
The next day, we explored the so-called park more thoroughly and really got it. A path along the forest by the sea—2 hours there and 2 hours back, where you see animals that feel like showing their faces. A total joke—"all that for this?"
The beach was full of wood debris and coconut husks. We wondered if the photos online were edited because the sea, very rough, wasn’t the azure blue we’d seen in pictures. But calling this a park is a joke—it’s like a new concept.
When we thought about the reviews online, we started to suspect that professionals with interests in the country were monitoring and countering any negative feedback that could harm their business. Too bad we didn’t check the negative reviews beforehand—we did while we were there, and it helped. We wondered if we’d become too demanding after all our travels, but no—when something’s bad, it’s bad.
Manuel Antonio’s park is even more ridiculous—there’s a short path along the sea for about 500 meters, and then nothing. You have to climb through mud and hack your way through the forest. We ended up barefoot because the mud was up to our calves. All that to see a raccoon and a few parrots flying overhead.
We didn’t expect Noah’s Ark, but we’ve seen more animals in Bali, Mexico, and Thailand while visiting temples or just walking around than in these so-called parks!
Puerto Viejo, not far from Cahuita and supposedly livelier—well, it couldn’t be worse! According to Lonely Planet, it had a Caribbean vibe and wild nights, but maybe that was a long time ago. The good reggae music playing everywhere isn’t enough.
In the evening, Puerto Viejo was a bit livelier than Cahuita, but that’s not saying much. Very few tourists—if any—no night market, just two or three shops open selling $20 T-shirts. Same vibe as San José.
No big deal—we enjoyed the beach and the sun, which was reliable. Our itinerary was supposed to include Tortuguero Park, but after talking to other travelers who’d just been, we changed our minds, knowing we’d be visiting Manuel Antonio Park on the Pacific side.
To get back to the Pacific side, you have to take the bus and go through San José again—5 hours this time—then switch bus terminals and another 4.5 hours to Quepos. A stopover town to get to Manuel Antonio’s beach and park! A town just like the others we’d seen—deserted as soon as the sun sets, and not exactly bustling during the day either. (Where are all the tourists?)
Still as many bars on the windows and that feeling of being in the wrong place.
7 km later: Manuel Antonio beach and park. The beach is very beautiful and quite large, but don’t expect turquoise blue water—the waves stir up the sand, giving the water a brownish color. Along the beach, shops and restaurants for about 300 meters, and then nothing. At night, after sunset, the town shuts down too.
Manuel Antonio Park is highly praised for its wildlife, so we were eager to see it. When you express dissatisfaction with Cahuita or Manzanillo parks, the response is always, "But you should’ve gone to Monteverde or Manuel Antonio!" No matter what you do or say, they’ll tell you, "You should’ve gone there or here."
Back to our famous park—entry was about $16, and contrary to what we’d heard, it wasn’t crowded! Guides at the entrance with spotting scopes offered their services for about $30. The park: a mix of boardwalk and dirt paths through the forest, sometimes running alongside beautiful coves and beaches. As soon as we entered, a crowd was taking photos of a deer eating leaves. A little further on, a guide with a group of five stopped. The guide raised his arm and set up his spotting scope! He showed them, about 100 meters away, a hummingbird perched on a branch. Some, looking through the scope, exclaimed, "Oh my God! Amazing! Incredible!" For a moment, we thought they’d discovered a unicorn or were in Jurassic Park and had just crossed paths with a T-Rex! The concept is comical—looking at a bird or another animal through a spotting scope because it’s too far away. Isn’t that what TV is for? For our part, we saw monkeys, ants, an armadillo, an iguana, and the backside of a sloth climbing a tree. Amazing, incredible!
We stayed a few days in Manuel Antonio to enjoy the beach, changing hotels often because prices varied wildly from one day to the next for shameful services. On top of that, they’d quote a price in dollars and convert it at their discretion—thieves!
Alajuela, a city near the airport, has a two-story mall and a local market downtown! No interest except its proximity to the airport.
What we liked:
The climate and, in hindsight, San José—the most authentic city we visited.
What we didn’t like, in addition to what we’ve already mentioned:
Costa Ricans aren’t very friendly or communicative. English is barely spoken, not even by doctors at Quepos Hospital, where my wife ended up with food poisoning (thanks, Google Translate). The widespread obesity among Costa Ricans, who eat like Americans. The insecurity. The eco-hipsters who leave their $150 lodges in minivans with guides to visit parks and other sites, then return to barricade themselves in their fortresses at nightfall (oh my God, amazing, incredible). The blue signs at the entrance of towns that accept this payment method: "We accept American Express." Parking lots that become paid just because a guy is watching your car. Prices displayed in dollars. The cost of living (hotels, restaurants, taxes). Landscapes that are too green and not flowery enough. Beaches—nothing exceptional. Pollution in cities where big American trucks rule. Sewage dumped directly into the sea. Aside from the jungle, there’s nothing to visit—no ruins, monuments, or anything worth seeing.
In short, my wife and I think the hype about this supposedly eco-friendly country is overrated. It’s just the trendy destination of the moment. There are much better, cheaper, and more authentic places. In hindsight, we keep the good memories and our beautiful photos, but if we had to do it over...
Before signing off, a little message to those who don’t like hearing opinions different from theirs: Well, some things aren’t up for debate. And to those who’d have us believe that in 3 weeks, we don’t have the right to criticize a country or express our feelings—how can you praise it in so little time? What a scam. Costa Rica is a money pit. Pura vida? Pure cosmic emptiness.
If you like spending your evenings barricaded in your cozy hotel after dark, this country is for you. For everyone else: run!
The country where animals are free and people are in cages. 3 weeks in December in this country and never again. Imagine the trailer of a movie that seems interesting, and when you go see it, you realize it’s a flop and the best moments were in the trailer. Well, that’s exactly how we felt with Costa Rica pure emptiness. My wife and I have traveled quite a bit and didn’t expect to be so wrong about a place. On the main routes, we visited: San José Alajuela Limón, Cahuita, Puerto Viejo, Manzanillo (Caribbean side) Jaco, Quepos, Manuel Antonio (Pacific side) And a few short stops in intermediate towns.
Our dissatisfaction grew gradually like this:
When we arrived at the hotel, the taxi dropped us off on a small street in front of a white metal gate with ground-floor windows barred. We looked at it skeptically, but the sign matched. He approached the gate, rang the bell, the buzzer sounded, and the door opened slightly. The hotel wasn’t bad for the price, a 10-minute walk from downtown, but with a "Fleury-Mérogis" vibe guaranteed.
So far, so good.
After showering and regaining our bearings, we headed downtown. What started to unsettle us on the way was seeing houses with bars on the ground-floor windows and even on the second floor. At first, we thought the hotel’s neighborhood wasn’t great.
Downtown San José: It’s a generic city, not very exotic, with a pedestrian street and a small mercado where you can eat local food without frills. Very few tourists—if any—which let you blend in with the locals. We had lunch and struggled to make ourselves understood because, aside from one or two shops, English wasn’t spoken. On the way back to the hotel, we took a different route, and while chatting and strolling, my wife pointed out a beautiful two-story white house completely barricaded like Fort Knox. From that moment, we started noticing the facades of houses and buildings, and wow, it was creepy—most looked like prisons, some even with barbed wire. Though put off, we told ourselves it was probably a big-city thing and the rest of the country couldn’t be like this.
So far, so good.
We relaxed at the hotel and had a drink at the bar. Night falls early, around 5:30 PM. By 7:30 PM, we headed back downtown for dinner. A bit unsettling for a capital—downtown was almost deserted, and aside from fast-food chains, very few restaurants were open, with hardly anyone on the streets. Bars with security guards out front. I won’t say we felt unsafe that night, but once it got dark, we realized the bars on the windows weren’t for nothing. First day in, and our impression was already mixed.
The next day, we explored the city and surroundings, and our feelings didn’t change.
So far, so good.
Off to Cahuita by bus—4 hours of travel. The landscapes are very green but quickly become monotonous. The road runs alongside the forest and passes through a few towns and villages, and even in the countryside, there were just as many prison-like houses. The bus dropped us off at Cahuita’s terminal station—only four of us got off. It’s a village, or rather, a small town. Cahuita is basically one straight road and a perpendicular one, and honestly, doubt started to creep in. A few restaurants that add 13% tax and 10% service charge—so 23% extra. We dropped our stuff at the hotel and went to explore. In 20 minutes, we’d seen it all. We had lunch and planned to check out the famous park. Entry is by donation—well, the "entry" is a joke. There’s a path along the forest by the sea, and that’s it.
Nothing’s going right anymore.
We thought it was a total scam, but since we hadn’t gone far, we decided to come back the next day to explore further. We returned to the hotel, relaxed, and around 8:00 PM, we went out for dinner. Only two restaurants were open, and the streets were deserted.
Creepy!
The next day, we explored the so-called park more thoroughly and really got it. A path along the forest by the sea—2 hours there and 2 hours back, where you see animals that feel like showing their faces. A total joke—"all that for this?"
The beach was full of wood debris and coconut husks. We wondered if the photos online were edited because the sea, very rough, wasn’t the azure blue we’d seen in pictures. But calling this a park is a joke—it’s like a new concept.
When we thought about the reviews online, we started to suspect that professionals with interests in the country were monitoring and countering any negative feedback that could harm their business. Too bad we didn’t check the negative reviews beforehand—we did while we were there, and it helped. We wondered if we’d become too demanding after all our travels, but no—when something’s bad, it’s bad.
Manuel Antonio’s park is even more ridiculous—there’s a short path along the sea for about 500 meters, and then nothing. You have to climb through mud and hack your way through the forest. We ended up barefoot because the mud was up to our calves. All that to see a raccoon and a few parrots flying overhead.
We didn’t expect Noah’s Ark, but we’ve seen more animals in Bali, Mexico, and Thailand while visiting temples or just walking around than in these so-called parks!
Puerto Viejo, not far from Cahuita and supposedly livelier—well, it couldn’t be worse! According to Lonely Planet, it had a Caribbean vibe and wild nights, but maybe that was a long time ago. The good reggae music playing everywhere isn’t enough.
In the evening, Puerto Viejo was a bit livelier than Cahuita, but that’s not saying much. Very few tourists—if any—no night market, just two or three shops open selling $20 T-shirts. Same vibe as San José.
No big deal—we enjoyed the beach and the sun, which was reliable. Our itinerary was supposed to include Tortuguero Park, but after talking to other travelers who’d just been, we changed our minds, knowing we’d be visiting Manuel Antonio Park on the Pacific side.
To get back to the Pacific side, you have to take the bus and go through San José again—5 hours this time—then switch bus terminals and another 4.5 hours to Quepos. A stopover town to get to Manuel Antonio’s beach and park! A town just like the others we’d seen—deserted as soon as the sun sets, and not exactly bustling during the day either. (Where are all the tourists?)
Still as many bars on the windows and that feeling of being in the wrong place.
7 km later: Manuel Antonio beach and park. The beach is very beautiful and quite large, but don’t expect turquoise blue water—the waves stir up the sand, giving the water a brownish color. Along the beach, shops and restaurants for about 300 meters, and then nothing. At night, after sunset, the town shuts down too.
Manuel Antonio Park is highly praised for its wildlife, so we were eager to see it. When you express dissatisfaction with Cahuita or Manzanillo parks, the response is always, "But you should’ve gone to Monteverde or Manuel Antonio!" No matter what you do or say, they’ll tell you, "You should’ve gone there or here."
Back to our famous park—entry was about $16, and contrary to what we’d heard, it wasn’t crowded! Guides at the entrance with spotting scopes offered their services for about $30. The park: a mix of boardwalk and dirt paths through the forest, sometimes running alongside beautiful coves and beaches. As soon as we entered, a crowd was taking photos of a deer eating leaves. A little further on, a guide with a group of five stopped. The guide raised his arm and set up his spotting scope! He showed them, about 100 meters away, a hummingbird perched on a branch. Some, looking through the scope, exclaimed, "Oh my God! Amazing! Incredible!" For a moment, we thought they’d discovered a unicorn or were in Jurassic Park and had just crossed paths with a T-Rex! The concept is comical—looking at a bird or another animal through a spotting scope because it’s too far away. Isn’t that what TV is for? For our part, we saw monkeys, ants, an armadillo, an iguana, and the backside of a sloth climbing a tree. Amazing, incredible!
We stayed a few days in Manuel Antonio to enjoy the beach, changing hotels often because prices varied wildly from one day to the next for shameful services. On top of that, they’d quote a price in dollars and convert it at their discretion—thieves!
Alajuela, a city near the airport, has a two-story mall and a local market downtown! No interest except its proximity to the airport.
What we liked:
The climate and, in hindsight, San José—the most authentic city we visited.
What we didn’t like, in addition to what we’ve already mentioned:
Costa Ricans aren’t very friendly or communicative. English is barely spoken, not even by doctors at Quepos Hospital, where my wife ended up with food poisoning (thanks, Google Translate). The widespread obesity among Costa Ricans, who eat like Americans. The insecurity. The eco-hipsters who leave their $150 lodges in minivans with guides to visit parks and other sites, then return to barricade themselves in their fortresses at nightfall (oh my God, amazing, incredible). The blue signs at the entrance of towns that accept this payment method: "We accept American Express." Parking lots that become paid just because a guy is watching your car. Prices displayed in dollars. The cost of living (hotels, restaurants, taxes). Landscapes that are too green and not flowery enough. Beaches—nothing exceptional. Pollution in cities where big American trucks rule. Sewage dumped directly into the sea. Aside from the jungle, there’s nothing to visit—no ruins, monuments, or anything worth seeing.
In short, my wife and I think the hype about this supposedly eco-friendly country is overrated. It’s just the trendy destination of the moment. There are much better, cheaper, and more authentic places. In hindsight, we keep the good memories and our beautiful photos, but if we had to do it over...
Before signing off, a little message to those who don’t like hearing opinions different from theirs: Well, some things aren’t up for debate. And to those who’d have us believe that in 3 weeks, we don’t have the right to criticize a country or express our feelings—how can you praise it in so little time? What a scam. Costa Rica is a money pit. Pura vida? Pure cosmic emptiness.
If you like spending your evenings barricaded in your cozy hotel after dark, this country is for you. For everyone else: run!
Hello,
Since the war between Russia and Ukraine, nothing is simple anymore for traveling to Belarus due to sanctions.
No more direct flights from the EU to Minsk.
Driving is a huge hassle, especially crossing through Poland at the only open border in Brest—you can wait 2, 3, or even 4 days just to get through by car.
The least painful driving option is to come via Lithuania and cross at the only open border, with a minimum wait time of 8 hours, sometimes up to 20 hours or more!!
Controls are very strict and annoying on both the Lithuanian and Belarusian sides. Avoid bringing alcohol, food, or cigarettes—everything will end up in the trash, especially when leaving Belarus for Vilnius, where the Lithuanians are tough, even with EU citizens.
The joy I once knew when visiting my wife in Minsk is sadly over—it’s now a real ordeal.
The fastest solution is to fly. My wife travels to France by taking a bus to Kaunas in Lithuania, where you can catch a flight (though not daily) to Paris Beauvais or Charleroi in Belgium with Ryanair, for example. For the return trip, it’s the same: a flight to Kaunas and then a direct bus from the airport to Minsk. The bus crossing is quicker than driving—the 250 km journey, including border checks, takes about 6 to 8 hours for buses leaving Lithuania around midnight, but controls are still strict at the border. The biggest challenge is finding flight schedules that align with the bus routes between the two countries, given the unpredictable border crossing times. Now, my wife travels via Charleroi in Belgium (near Brussels), and you can take a train to Paris. Alternatively, you can fly into Beauvais and take a bus to Paris (Porte Maillot). For those driving, note that EU insurance and assistance policies no longer work in Belarus or Russia. You’ll need to get local insurance, usually limited to third-party liability (I don’t think full coverage exists?), as well as mandatory medical insurance. This is available at the border. You now have to pay highway tolls—no more BELTOLL boxes. Instead, you pay a flat fee for the duration of your stay. Stop at the first gas station after crossing from Lithuania to fill up on fuel and cigarettes. From what I know, Lithuania bans carrying more than 60 € in cash, but there’s no limit for USD (though it’s capped at $10,000??). With a Visa card, you can now withdraw 1,000 rubles per week (about 270 €)—two months ago, it was only 500 rubles!! For now, you can still pay by card in shops and gas stations. However, major retailers like KORONA (which may be Russian-owned??) no longer accept foreign Visa cards. Unfortunately, the additional sanctions announced by the U.S. on August 5, 2025, against Russia—and possibly Belarus—aren’t promising for the future. After 20 years of visiting Belarus, I’m truly saddened to see the joy of living in this country with my wonderful wife turn into such a bleak situation, all because of human folly.
The fastest solution is to fly. My wife travels to France by taking a bus to Kaunas in Lithuania, where you can catch a flight (though not daily) to Paris Beauvais or Charleroi in Belgium with Ryanair, for example. For the return trip, it’s the same: a flight to Kaunas and then a direct bus from the airport to Minsk. The bus crossing is quicker than driving—the 250 km journey, including border checks, takes about 6 to 8 hours for buses leaving Lithuania around midnight, but controls are still strict at the border. The biggest challenge is finding flight schedules that align with the bus routes between the two countries, given the unpredictable border crossing times. Now, my wife travels via Charleroi in Belgium (near Brussels), and you can take a train to Paris. Alternatively, you can fly into Beauvais and take a bus to Paris (Porte Maillot). For those driving, note that EU insurance and assistance policies no longer work in Belarus or Russia. You’ll need to get local insurance, usually limited to third-party liability (I don’t think full coverage exists?), as well as mandatory medical insurance. This is available at the border. You now have to pay highway tolls—no more BELTOLL boxes. Instead, you pay a flat fee for the duration of your stay. Stop at the first gas station after crossing from Lithuania to fill up on fuel and cigarettes. From what I know, Lithuania bans carrying more than 60 € in cash, but there’s no limit for USD (though it’s capped at $10,000??). With a Visa card, you can now withdraw 1,000 rubles per week (about 270 €)—two months ago, it was only 500 rubles!! For now, you can still pay by card in shops and gas stations. However, major retailers like KORONA (which may be Russian-owned??) no longer accept foreign Visa cards. Unfortunately, the additional sanctions announced by the U.S. on August 5, 2025, against Russia—and possibly Belarus—aren’t promising for the future. After 20 years of visiting Belarus, I’m truly saddened to see the joy of living in this country with my wonderful wife turn into such a bleak situation, all because of human folly.
Hi everyone!
I’m putting together our travel itinerary for Veneto at the end of April. And the more I look and research potential sites to visit, the more I find!
We’ll only be there for a week—my family and I—including 3 days in Venice. So we have to make some choices...
I plan to rent a car when we arrive in Venice and head straight to Bergamo, which would be our first stop. We’d leave the car at the airport when we return to Venice so we can explore the city at our leisure.
What do you think: 1 night in Bergamo (a 2h15 drive from Venice airport), 1 night in Garda, 1 night in Verona, 1 in Padua, and 3 in Venice—would that be doable?
Thanks in advance for your tips and experiences! :)
What do you think: 1 night in Bergamo (a 2h15 drive from Venice airport), 1 night in Garda, 1 night in Verona, 1 in Padua, and 3 in Venice—would that be doable?
Thanks in advance for your tips and experiences! :)
Now that the curtain has fallen on the past year, it’s time to see what’s happening around here.
It seems pretty quiet, but I’ll read more in detail later.
First, I need to tell you all an anecdote.
My eldest little girl, in her third year of law school, was really scared she wouldn’t pass the year. I told her: “Trust yourself, you’ve worked so hard, and worst case, if you fail, you’ll just redo the year.” “But I don’t think I’ll make it—they changed the rules, and if I mess up even one unit, I have to start all over.” I knew her grades weren’t exactly stellar, and with what I was about to say, I wasn’t taking much of a risk. “Here’s the deal, sweetheart: if you pass, I promise I’ll take you to India, just the two of us.” I have to admit, India is a country I’ve talked about so much to all my grandchildren that in their minds, it’s become a magical, mythical place (hmm).
July had barely begun when my phone rang, her name flashing on the screen. “Mamido, I did it!” My promise came rushing back—oh no, oh no, oh no! “Congratulations, sweetheart!” A little shyly, she said: “Is the India trip still on?”
And me, replying: “Of course it is!”
And that’s that—a promise is a promise, or you risk losing that precious trust that keeps hearts warm and at peace.
We’re leaving in February. Only 8 days—yikes, the carbon footprint! But we can’t miss her tutorials, or she’ll be kicked out. Personally, that works just fine for me.
Going to India has become a challenge for me. It’s far, it’s exhausting, I sweat, I hate mosquitoes, the spices bother my mouth when I used to love them. There’s noise all the time—at night, the dogs bark nonstop, and we almost get run over. I’ll get lost in the streets because my sense of direction has vanished. I don’t like rice anymore. All that chaos and those cultural differences that once enchanted me now just overwhelm me. But I promised.
The upside—and it’s a big one—Raman, the same driver I’ve had forever, will be at the airport with a sign with our names. We’ll stop at the same little shop for chai (or tea, plain and simple) with that aroma that intoxicates me, halfway through the trip.
It’ll be a tiny trip—staying with friends, I’ll show her a few places I love: Chidambaram, Mamallapuram, and the clinic where I worked. Then we’ll head back. My little girl will go home to her parents.
As for me, I’ll leave right away for our Scottish island with Homme for our chilly winter.
How can you love a country so much you want to live there, then suddenly reject it, no longer able to appreciate what once made it special? That’s the mystery of love, I guess.
First, I need to tell you all an anecdote.
My eldest little girl, in her third year of law school, was really scared she wouldn’t pass the year. I told her: “Trust yourself, you’ve worked so hard, and worst case, if you fail, you’ll just redo the year.” “But I don’t think I’ll make it—they changed the rules, and if I mess up even one unit, I have to start all over.” I knew her grades weren’t exactly stellar, and with what I was about to say, I wasn’t taking much of a risk. “Here’s the deal, sweetheart: if you pass, I promise I’ll take you to India, just the two of us.” I have to admit, India is a country I’ve talked about so much to all my grandchildren that in their minds, it’s become a magical, mythical place (hmm).
July had barely begun when my phone rang, her name flashing on the screen. “Mamido, I did it!” My promise came rushing back—oh no, oh no, oh no! “Congratulations, sweetheart!” A little shyly, she said: “Is the India trip still on?”
And me, replying: “Of course it is!”
And that’s that—a promise is a promise, or you risk losing that precious trust that keeps hearts warm and at peace.
We’re leaving in February. Only 8 days—yikes, the carbon footprint! But we can’t miss her tutorials, or she’ll be kicked out. Personally, that works just fine for me.
Going to India has become a challenge for me. It’s far, it’s exhausting, I sweat, I hate mosquitoes, the spices bother my mouth when I used to love them. There’s noise all the time—at night, the dogs bark nonstop, and we almost get run over. I’ll get lost in the streets because my sense of direction has vanished. I don’t like rice anymore. All that chaos and those cultural differences that once enchanted me now just overwhelm me. But I promised.
The upside—and it’s a big one—Raman, the same driver I’ve had forever, will be at the airport with a sign with our names. We’ll stop at the same little shop for chai (or tea, plain and simple) with that aroma that intoxicates me, halfway through the trip.
It’ll be a tiny trip—staying with friends, I’ll show her a few places I love: Chidambaram, Mamallapuram, and the clinic where I worked. Then we’ll head back. My little girl will go home to her parents.
As for me, I’ll leave right away for our Scottish island with Homme for our chilly winter.
How can you love a country so much you want to live there, then suddenly reject it, no longer able to appreciate what once made it special? That’s the mystery of love, I guess.
I’ve visited the U.S. four times myself, including two long road trips. The last one was just this past August...
I won’t be going back. I already felt guilty last August, but recent policies have finally convinced me: the humiliation of Zelensky, authoritarian excesses, Gestapo-like methods for detaining people of foreign origin, the murder of innocent people (a mother shot dead), corruption, insane "tariffs," skyrocketing healthcare costs for Americans, the abduction of foreign figures to secure oil, the requirement to disclose social media accounts, and now... threats and blackmail to forcibly take Greenland—a region that belongs to Denmark and thus the European Union!
The reality is that simply posting this could get me denied entry to the U.S.!
In this context, I just can’t keep spending money there. I loved my trips, but there are so many other countries with stunning landscapes to explore.
So I get why you’d want to travel there. I did, and I loved it. But once a country no longer respects any of the values that made us love it, why go?
How can we even consider traveling to a country that threatens to take one of our territories by force?
I won’t be going back. I already felt guilty last August, but recent policies have finally convinced me: the humiliation of Zelensky, authoritarian excesses, Gestapo-like methods for detaining people of foreign origin, the murder of innocent people (a mother shot dead), corruption, insane "tariffs," skyrocketing healthcare costs for Americans, the abduction of foreign figures to secure oil, the requirement to disclose social media accounts, and now... threats and blackmail to forcibly take Greenland—a region that belongs to Denmark and thus the European Union!
The reality is that simply posting this could get me denied entry to the U.S.!
In this context, I just can’t keep spending money there. I loved my trips, but there are so many other countries with stunning landscapes to explore.
So I get why you’d want to travel there. I did, and I loved it. But once a country no longer respects any of the values that made us love it, why go?
How can we even consider traveling to a country that threatens to take one of our territories by force?
Hi there,
While reading some travel journals, I notice that we always reflect on the people of the countries we visit.
I’d love to hear your thoughts on which people charmed you the most during your travels?
I’m not looking for controversy, just reflections and personal feelings. Looking forward to reading your replies...
While reading some travel journals, I notice that we always reflect on the people of the countries we visit.
I’d love to hear your thoughts on which people charmed you the most during your travels?
I’m not looking for controversy, just reflections and personal feelings. Looking forward to reading your replies...
Hello everyone,
Controversial topic? Not necessarily—maybe just a reflection on a world to come.
I spent the last 15 days of August on a cruise in Greenland, from Kangerlussuaq to Tasiilaq.
I was utterly amazed by this unique world of rock and ice, the little houses in every color, a simple life that’s also complicated by isolation and climate, among other things...
I carry in my heart the kindness of the people I met, the raw and gentle majesty of the icebergs, the colors of the sky...
So, I can’t even imagine a massive presence of raw material prospectors, heavy machinery requiring roads to be built—if that’s even possible—changing their way of life... putting sled dogs out to pasture!
Do fast food and Greenland’s northern lights really mix?
I wouldn’t trade my memories for an ESTA!
All opinions are respectable, which is why this isn’t a controversy—but I’m sorry, I have a soft spot for *my* Greenland.
Best regards,
So, I can’t even imagine a massive presence of raw material prospectors, heavy machinery requiring roads to be built—if that’s even possible—changing their way of life... putting sled dogs out to pasture!
Do fast food and Greenland’s northern lights really mix?
I wouldn’t trade my memories for an ESTA!
All opinions are respectable, which is why this isn’t a controversy—but I’m sorry, I have a soft spot for *my* Greenland.
Best regards,

Hello to all East Africa lovers and nature enthusiasts in general,
While I prepare to share a recap of our latest trip/safari in Kenya soon, I’d like to wish you all a peaceful transition between 2025 and 2026.
Warm regards,
Puma2A.





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