Apres quelques mois, je vous propose un petit compte-rendu et quelques photos d'un voyage qui me tenait a coeur : Le transsiberien + un transfert au Japon, effectue en septembre/octobre dernier.
Deja, pour situe, l'itineraire prevu sur 5 semaines (3 semaines en Russie, 2 semaines au Japon) :
- Tokyo - Kyoto (shinkansen)
- Kyoto - Kagoshima (transfert a Shin-Osaka puis shinkansen jusqu'a Kagoshima)
- Kagoshima - Nagasaki (shinkansen jusqu'a Shin-Tosu puis tokkyu jusqu'a Nagasaki)
- Nagasaki - Osaka (tokkyu jusqu'a Shin-Tosu puis shinkansen jusqu'a Shin-Osaka)
- Osaka - Kii-Katsuura (tokkyu au depart de Tennoji direction Wakayama puis toute la cote de la peninsule de Kii)
- Kii-Katsuura - Tokyo (tokkyu jusqu'a Nagoya puis shinkansen pour Tokyo)
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Reservations Hotels :
(Attention, ce n'est pas un voyage mis sous le signe du "luxe" en particulier, mais encore moins de l'economie, on s'est clairement fait plaisir sur certains hotels, et on assume 😉, je detaillerai mes impressions sur les hotels listes ci-dessous dans le dernier message dans lequel je ferai le point niveau budget).
Tokyo > Toyoko-Inn Kanda/Akihabara (pres de Asakusabashi) **
Kyoto > Heianbo Ryokan
Kagoshima > Nakazono Ryokan
Nagasaki > Fujiwara Ryokan
Osaka > Comfort Hotel Shinsaibashi
Yunomine-Onsen > Adumaya Ryokan&Onsen
Tokyo > chez un ami
Demain, je vous raconterai donc brevement notre arrivee a Moscou avec quelques photos.
A bientot. ;)
On a choisi la compagnie Air Baltic car un prix interessant (~250 euros) pour un aller simple vers Moscou avec une escale a Riga.
Le vol etait plutot rapide, l'escale a Riga un peu speciale (aeroport quasiment-desert), les bagages ont bien suivi, aucun souci par rapport au vol. Bref, on arrive a Moscou Sheremetyevo en soiree (vers 21h).
Apres un rapide tour en Aero-Express (billets electroniques et commandes sur le site), nous arrivons donc a la station de metro Belorusskaya. Au premier abord impressionnes par le metro (apres tout, il me semble plus etre une sorte de RER), on s'en sort haut la main pour :
- demander un coupon 3 jours a la caisse (premier affrontement avec une vraie russe/porte de prison), baragouinant moi-meme un peu le russe ce fut plus facile que prevu.
- s'orienter dans le metro (indications au centre du mur pour la direction de la rame)
Nous arrivons donc sans encombres a la station Komsomolskaya.
Notre premier hotel moscovite se detache nettement du paysage, un grand et massif batiment sovietique accueille donc le Hilton Leningradskaya (hotel choisi d'abord car il etait d'un tres bon rapport qualite/prix pour le week-end, mais aussi pour sa situation toute proche des gares Kazanskaya/Yaroslavskaya).
Nous arrivons tard (~22h30), donc on ne s'imagine pas forcement etre a l'heure pour manger, mais le restaurant/bar de l'hotel est disponible toute la nuit (pratique !), ca nous permet donc de nous restaurer et de feter notre arrivee a Moscou, et le debut du voyage.
(Oui, nous n'avons pas forcement l'habitude des hotels 5*, ca faisait plaisir)
Le lendemain, apres avoir bien dormi (ok, on a vide la vodka du minibar aussi 😇 ), on se dirige, a pieds d'abord vers le centre-ville (la place rouge donc), on recupere le metro a Chistye Prudy et on se rend compte que, bon, finalement on aurait pu continuer a pieds (c'est pas si grand le centre-ville de Moscou lorsqu'on est de bons marcheurs).
Arrives enfin sur la place rouge, nous sommes un peu decus de voir toute une scene et des gradins de bonne taille qui occupe tout l'espace. Apparemment une celebration etait prevue au cours de la semaine.
Premier "wahou" devant l'eglise de Kazan.
On ne se laisse pas abattre, on chemine le long du GUM pour atteindre finalement le coeur de la place : la fameuse cathedrale Saint-Basile-le-bienheureux, toujours aussi impressionnante avec ses couleurs, et ce malgre des cars de chinois envahissant l'espace avec leur...hem....politesse legendaire (ironie). On se fraye un passage a travers la maree de chinois pour visiter le lieu.
Autant l'exterieur vaut vraiment le coup, autant l'interieur ne vaut pas vraiment le prix du billet d'entree.
On profite pour pousser vers la Moskova. On a une vue magnifique en montant sur le pont Bolshoy Moskvoretskiy.
Midi sonne, nous allons manger au Stolovaya situe au 2eme etage du GUM, petite cantine bon marche qui propose des choses simples (plof, salade, mors, etc...). Ca va assez vite, et le nom des plats est ecrit en russe "cursif" et non en "typo" classique, il vaut mieux connaitre un peu, les dames ne parlent pas ou peu anglais. En tout cas, un dejeuner au bon rapport qualite-prix.
L'apres-midi commencant, on se dirige vers le Kremlin. Dommage, le palais des armures est inaccessible en ce beau dimanche de septembre...
La visite du Kremlin vaut evidemment le coup, entre les differentes eglises et l'ambiance generale, on se sent vraiment tout petit. L'interieur des eglises orthodoxes est richement decoree, c'est un monde a part ou les appareils-photo n'ont pas droit de citer.
(j'ai rapidement discute avec un surveillant qui m'avait autorise a prendre des photos, mais une de ses collegues au zele exacerbe m'a "pris la main dans le sac" et l'a vertement engueule... J'ai tente au moins).
Ca ressemble a ca l'exterieur :
Le soir, petit diner en amoureux au Cafe Pouchkine, un decor (oui, c'est un decor cree de toutes pieces) magnifique et des plats vraiment tres bons (sans compter la vodka offerte au dessert). Un peu cher, mais bon...c'est un grand restaurant apres tout. Ca en valait le coup.
Petite promenade digestive en resdecendant la rue Tverskaya pour rattraper la place rouge et ses batiments illumines.
Retour a l'hotel pour une bonne nuit de sommeil.
Le lendemain, c'est deja le jour de notre depart en transsiberien, direction Kazan, histoire de faire un petit ecart au trace originale. Notre train etant prevu ~ 20h, nous avons tout de meme la journee pour effectuer quelques visites.
Malheureusement, le musee du Goulag, en travaux, nous prive de visite... Nous errons donc un peu dans les rues, decus et quelque peu desoeuvres, et on se retrouve devant la fameuse Lubyanka.
Nous mangeons au cafe "mu-mu" (му-му en russe), une valeur sure dans le genre cantine pas chere, on en trouve beaucoup dans Moscou. C'etait bon... et pas cher donc. ;)
L'apres-midi, nous decidons d'aller explorer les alentours de l'hotel (il nous fallait rentrer pas trop tard pour liberer la chambre), et donc visiter les gares aux alentours.
Je tente de "marchander" l'impression de nos billets electroniques afin d'obtenir de "vrais" billets de train (pour avoir un souvenir en fait), mais incomprehension totale de la part de la "charmante" guichetiere qui ne comprend pas l'objet de ma demande...
Finalement elle me donne quand meme les 2 billets necessaires pour le train Tomsk-Irkutsk (car train de 3eme zone = pas de billet electronique visiblement).
Fin d'apres-midi, on rentre a l'hotel pour patienter dans le lobby/bar pour nous rendre a la Kazanskiy Vokzal (gare de Kazan).
Apres quelques mois, je vous propose un petit compte-rendu et quelques photos d'un voyage qui me tenait a coeur : Le transsiberien + un transfert au Japon, effectue en septembre/octobre dernier.
Merci de suivre notre petit periple. 🙂
Des maintenant la suite.
2. KAZAN
dans le train
Premier trajet en train entre Moscou et Kazan !
On avait le choix entre 2 tres bons trains, soit :
- № 024М «Москва - Казань (двухэтажный)» (train en duplex, un modele tout neuf et conseille par une amie russe a nous venant de Kazan)
- № 002Й «Премиум» (celui pour lequel nous avons opte car il ne partait pas trop tard et arrivait a Kazan a 8h00 pile).
Les 2 trains sont assez recents avec les nouveaux wagons sigles "RZD", les compartiments sont spacieux, les couchettes confortables (la nuit est passee rapidement) et les toilettes ne sont pas closes a certains arrets, comme c'est le cas pour les modeles plus anciens.
A peine 12h de trajet donc, juste le temps de faire connaissance avec la provodnitsa qui nous propose le menu du repas inclus dans notre trajet.
Vue a travers la vitre du train sur la Volga un peu avant notre arrivee a Kazan.
Arrives a 8h, on rejoint assez rapidement notre hotel, le TatarInn (situe a 30 minutes a pieds de la gare), et on s'installe dans une chambre (surement la meilleure de l'hotel) qui donne sur un petit balcon et une vue superbe sur le lac Kaban (Кабан).
Nous deposons nos affaires, nous nous delassons un peu et c'est parti pour visiter la ville !
A l'origine, nous avions prevu de rester un peu plus de temps a Kazan, mais nous avons du reduire drastiquement la duree de notre sejour. En effet, en calant au mieux nos changements de train et notre itineraire, nous ne pouvions rester qu'1 jour ou carrement 4 jours (un peu trop, notre programme etant charge).
On a donc tout fait pour rentabiliser la journee et voir les indispensables de Kazan. :)
Nos sommes donc partis a pieds pour d'abord faire une longue balade le long de la rue Bauman (ул. Баумана), une rue pietonne qui est un peu le coeur commercial du centre-ville de Kazan. On trouve un magnifique McDonald, un beau monastere/eglise, le monastere Ioanno-Predtechenskiy (Иоанно-Предтеченский мужской монастырь) et bien sur le Kremlin.
Le Tatarstan (la region dont Kazan est la capitale) est majoritairement musulman, il y a nombre de mosquees, notamment la celebre mosquee Kul-Sharif (мечеть Кул-Шариф).
Outre cette oeuvre d'art tres graphique (le ciel etait parfait pour obtenir de belles photos), le Kremlin est un peu vide, il donne cependant une belle vue sur la ville et donne aussi sur la Volga, ca vaut le coup d'y aller.
Sur le retour, nous nous sommes arretes dans une petite cantine bon marche et conseillee par le Lonely Planet, situee rue Bauman bien sur.
La suite de la visite, le "celebre" (si, si, a Kazan il est celebre !), le musee "de la vie socialiste/sovietique" (Музей социалистического быта - muzeisb.ru/ ). Rigolo, etonnant, curieux, nostalgique pour certains, incongru, sont autant de qualificatifs qui collent parfaitement a ce petit musee.
Pour vous, je me permets meme de vous presenter mon auguste personne, deguisee comme il se doit. 😉
(Et oui, il y a pas mal d'anciennes tenues sovietiques et nous sommes autorises, voire carrement encourages a les essayer et se faire plaisir. Les gens du pays apprecient, on a pu voir ca)
Certains objets sont en vente, pour les interesses.
En fin d'apres-midi, nous nous sommes diriges vers la gare pour effectuer notre derniere visite (pas la gare en elle-meme, elle n'a rien de fantastique), dans la grande banlieue de Kazan. Situe a Staroye Arakchino (Старое Аракчино), un batiment dement qui fait presque tache dans le paysage, mais l'idee est grandiloquente, majestueuse et en meme temps bizarre, completement folle : Le temple ou eglise de toutes les religions (Храм всех религий) sorti de la tete d'Ildar Khanov. Il s'agrandit petit a petit et est deja incroyable.
Ayant fait 20 minutes de train de banlieue pour voir ce lieu de l'exterieur, nous avons du patienter une bonne heure et demi a la gare pour le train du retour, pendant que le soleil se couchait calmement sur la Volga.
Mention speciale a une controleuse russe qui nous a bien aide pour trouver notre train de banlieue situe voie 9 3/4... ou presque.
Elle nous a reconnu au retour et nous a demande notre avis, gentiment, sur notre visite. Elle nous a avoue n'etre jamais allee admirer ce lieu.
Une journee extremement bien remplie, nous dinons a l'hotel et nous preparons a un lever tres tot le lendemain.
En effet, on reprendra deja le train le lendemain direction Ekaterinbourg, depart a 5h00 pour une longue journee de 12h dans le train. 😕
Apres notre tot lever (4h pour rappel), nous prenons notre petit-dejeuner a emporter gentiment prepare par l'hotel, on monte dans le taxi direction la gare.
2eme train du voyage, 12h entre Kazan et Ekaterinbourg, de jour cette fois.
Nous verrons defiler du paysage (notamment un simili de goulag 😮, avec des prisonniers habilles en gris et des miradors, sinon du bouleau et des marais, toujours...un peu monotone, mais ca me convient) et nous initierons le mode lecture pour s'occuper.
Arrives autour des 21h30 a Ekaterinbourg, on ira deguster de la tres bonne tarte dans un restaurant specialise...dans les tartes. A conseiller ! Shtolle ( http://www.stolle.ru/ ) !
Nous ne restons pas sur Ekaterinbourg, a regret, mais comme toujours une histoire de train et d'horaires... Notre train suivant pour Tomsk est prevu le lendemain a 3h30 du matin, autant dire que si nous voulons visiter quelquechose, c'est le soir-meme ou rien !
On en profite pour se promener quand meme apres nous etre restaures et voir de l'exterieur L'eglise du souvenir du sang ( Храм-Памятник на Крови).
Nous rentrons a l'hotel pour essayer de dormir quelques instants avant de reprendre le train...Au bout de 30 minutes, impossible de dormir, nous decidons finalement de tester la television russe et trouvons une chaine de cartoons/animes (simpsons, south park, etc..), doublage en russe...a la russe (c'est-a-dire superpose a l'arrache sur la version americaine) sur laquelle nous reviendrons dans chaque hotel... (oui, on a trouve ca plutot rigolo et ca nous faisait travailler notre russe aussi).
Bref, 3h sonnes nous descendons de notre chambre (propre et fonctionnelle, casse pas 3 pattes a un canard, le Marins Hotel est un hotel "cage a lapin" loge dans un vieux batiment sovietique mais il est situe en face de la gare, very pratique !) et traversons la rue pour rejoindre la gare.
dans le train entre Ekaterinbourg et Tomsk
Train que je tenais a prendre pour le cote "traditionnel" et special que j'imaginais decouvrir dans chacun des differents trains que l'on aura pris (finalement ils etaient presque tous standardises avec les nouveaux wagons "RZD"). Bref, encore du SV (tant qu'a faire !), on debarque dans un wagon a l'interieur tout en bois, c'est magnifique ! Vive le Tomich (038Н) !
Les compartiments sont un peu plus petits et cosy, mais les couchettes sont particulierement confortables. 28h jusqu'a Tomsk !
Arrives a 6h00 (heure de Moscou), 9h00 heure locale, on arrive dans le meilleur hotel de la ville, et de notre sejour !! Le Magistrat Hotel ! Et la, honnetement, rien a redire... Chambre gigantesque, petit-dejeuner excellent et inclus (saumon fume, pancakes maison avec myrtilles, saucissons et legumes, the et jus de canneberge, etc...), le restaurant "Parmezan" ou nous prenons le petit-dejeuner n'est pas en reste pour le diner, excellent ! Coup de coeur du voyage. Personnel de l'accueil parlant parfaitement anglais (pas les serveurs du restaurant, mais tres aimables et accueillants).
Pour la visite de Tomsk... On est enfin en pleine Siberie, effectivement, il fait un peu froid. Nous nous convrons bien, et nous partons a la decouverte de la ville !
1er arret, le musee du NKVD et memorial de l'oppression sovietique (organe d'oppression sovietique, "Мемориальный Музей следственная Тюрьма НКВД", http://nkvd.tomsk.ru/#_=_ ), un tout petit musee dans lequel nous sommes un peu seuls mais bien accueillis. Tout est en russe, malheureusement mon niveau ne me permet pas de tout comprendre, mais l'idee generale est la, c'est un musee-memoire a tous ceux qui ont souffert du joug sovietique. Il se visite en l'espace de 30 minutes.
Je voulais m'arreter a Tomsk car pour moi c'etait la ville typique de Siberie avec toutes ses maisons en bois qui sont parfois richement sculptees, parfois completement a l'abandon. Une visite de la ville a pieds (il faut beaucoup marche, la ville est tres etalee) nous fait voir de vraies merveilles, il faut trouver les bonnes rues (faciles a trouver en cherchant sur internet).
Chose a faire absolument a Tomsk, c'est assister a un spectacle de marionnettes. Pas n'importe quel spectacle ! L'homme derriere le petit theatre a tout realise de ses mains. Ainsi, nous entrons dans une salle feerique, peuples de differents personnages-automates, meme la petite babushka de l'entree est un automate et nous lui remettons un petit billet (on donne ce que l'on veut !). A cote de la salle de spectacle (un petit gradin et tout le decor anime des automates a detecteur de mouvement), un petit cafe lumineux dans lequel boissons et gateaux maison sont...gratuits ! Carrement ! Et evidemment c'etait bien bon. Parfait en attendant l'heure de la representation.
Nous sommes arrives une bonne heure en avance car le lieu est assez difficile a trouver et la salle etait bondee ! On etait samedi apres-midi, donc forcement plein d'enfants.
Le spectacle consiste donc en le maitre de maison racontant une magnifique histoire traditionnelle russe avec ses marionnettes et un decor fait-main (comme tout le reste en somme). Magique !! Le theatre "2 plus Ku" (Театр "Два плюс Ку", http://www.2ky.tomsk.ru/#_=_ )
Le lendemain nous visitons , le musee historique de Tomsk (Музей истории Томска), mention particuliere a la vue que nous avons de la tour du musee.
Nous rencontrerons Tchekhov le long de la riviere Tom, affluent de l'Ob (Томь (приток Оби)).
Puis nous nous baladerons (un peu sous une pluie glacee) dans les rues, encore et toujours pour admirer les maisons en bois.
Les distances sont vraiment importantes dans la ville (je le repete 🙂), et comme nous n'avions pas le coeur a prendre le tram ou les bus, nous avons donc vraiment beaucoup marche. Nous avons termine la marche du jour et la visite generale de Tomsk par le memorial de la guerre 1941-1945. Les steles et la masse de noms sont impressionnantes... On se rend mieux compte du sang verse par la Russie lors de cette guerre....Edifiant !
Nous serons restes 2 nuits a Tomsk, et nous aurons vraiment apprecie notre court sejour. Notamment grace a l'hotel et le restaurant attenant. Ca vaut le coup de faire ce detour du trajet classique du transsiberien.
21h, il est dans rejoindre la gare et partir vers d'autres aventures.
Train de "4eme zone" direction directe vers Irkutsk...dans le prochain post. ;)
WOW, superbe! Faut avoir le temps de faire ca, mais la vache... Tu devrais en faire un eBook, raconter ton histoire et publier cela. Je suis certain que tu pourrais en vendre.
Bene > Ne t'inquiete pas le Japon arrive bientot. 😉
Jean, TSV, Tsatsa > merci de suivre nos petites aventures.
Je reprends donc.
dans le train entre Tomsk et Irkutsk
Pour preciser une chose, on ne s'est pas "permis" de prendre la classe superieure et don de rester entre nous par volonte de ne pas rencontrer les russes dans le train. C'etait tout le contraire bien sur, mais comme nous etions quand meme bien charges, il etait plus evident (et moins derangeant pour les autres) de sacrifier un peu d'argent pour gagner un peu de place.
Ceci etant, dans certains trains, nous n'avon pas eu le choix, et c'est le cas presente ici.
Depart a 21h de Tomsk, on part donc pour ~32h de train direction Irkutsk.
Dans la logique des choses, Tomsk etant un peu a l'ecart de la route "normale" du Transsiberien, nous aurions du changer de train a Taiga, un arret et une petite ville un peu perdue, sans charme sur l'itineraire classique. J'avais trouve, lors de mes recherches et de ma planification ferroviaire, un train qui permettait de faire un direct de Tomsk vers Irkutsk, tres pratique !
Sauf que....sauf que... Bien sur. Ce train est un train "de 4eme zone" , c'est-a-dire pas franchement le top du confort et "dans son jus" (pour reprendre une expression bien connu des agents immobiliers). Un peu vieillot donc, et pas franchement engageant, mais pas cher et nous fait meme gagner du temps pour arriver a Irkutsk !
Pas de 1ere classe, on se preparait donc a deranger nos petits voisins (si on avait la chance d'en avoir) avec nos bagages, car seulement 2 classes dans ce train : Kupe (compartiment 4 couchettes, Купе) ou Platskart (wagon sans compartiment, Плацкартный).
J'avais pris soin de prendre les 2 couchettes du meme cote pour moi (en bas) et ma copine (en haut, par securite au cas ou), ca nous permettait de gerer notre cote comme bon nous semblait, notamment avec nos sacs.
Nos 2 voisins d'en face, une babushka (une petite grand-mere) et un homme d'une 50aine d'annee. Au demeurant ces voisins me semblaient plutot sympathiques et j'ai essaye d'engager la conversation (mon niveau de russe etant passable), l'homme s'est revele peu locace, il vivait sa vie sur la couchette superieure. La grand-mere nous a, quant a elle, royalement ignore ! Elle vivait sa vie, comme chez elle, faisait sa petite salade, sortait son enorme sac de petits croissants, dormait beaucoup...
Bref, un peu decu de cette rencontre. J'avais pourtant lu plusieurs recits de voyage relatant de tres bonnes rencontres dans le Transsiberien.
Donc globalement, pendant pres de 30h, chacun a vecu sa vie. Outre quand j'ai propose a l'homme de la Chartreuse (j'avais apporte une petite bouteille au cas ou) qu'il a refuse et lorsqu'il m'a propose de son demi-poulet emballe dans de l'alu (oui, oui !!) qu'il a devore avec les doigts (joli spectacle !)...peu de contacts entre nous.
Infos qui comptent tout de meme sur ce train en particulier : Les toilettes etaient fermees a chaque arret, et carrement pres de 45 minutes avant Krasnoyarsk et pendant l'arret en gare qui avait dure 30 minutes, autant dire qu'il ne faut pas avoir envie a ce moment-la. 😄
J'ai visite un peu le train et suis tombe sur ce qui ressemblait au wagon-restaurant (desert !) je suis tombe sur les 2 cuistots qui jouaient aux cartes et m'ont propose de la vodka, haha... Evidemment, ils ne parlaient pas anglais, c'etait assez drole...mais connaissaient quelques mots d'allemand.
Arrives a Irkutsk, enfin !
Nous resterons 3 jours avec un aller-retour au lac Baikal. L'hotel : Le Marussia Boutique Hotel pres du nouveau centre economique/commercial.
Les chambres sont relativement bruyantes et peu insonorisees (au point qu'ils fournissent les bouchons d'oreille...cqfd), mais le petit-dejeuner, inclus, etait plutot bon. J'ai notamment decouvert un fromage blanc sec (texture "fromage de chevre"), le Tvorog (творог). Si vous avez une epicerie russe a proximite, je vous le conseille. :)
Bref, le temps n'est pas excellent, un peu frais mais on profite d'une premiere journee plutot degagee. A Irkutsk, il existe "la ligne verte", soit une ligne dessinee au sol qui chemine a travers la ville et propose a chaque numero un batiment ou un lieu d'interet. Pratique !
(batiment inconnu, mais en rapport avec la region d'Irkutsk...)
Petit tour pres de la riviere Angara (Ангара), on se retrouve devant une magnifique eglise (et quelle lumiere), l'eglise de l'Epiphanie (Собор Богоявления).
Peu eloignee, on peut trouver la petite eglise du Sauveur (Спасская церковь).
Comme d'habitude, nous marchons beaucoup. Notamment une petite balade au bord de la riviere (tres agreable !).
Et une autre moins agreable vers la banlieue d'Irkutsk (certains habitants nous regardaient un peu de travers) et nous avons longe un boulevard extremement frequente et pollue pour admirer la tres coloree cathedrale de Kazan (Казанский собор).
Niveau repas, on profitera du restaurant de l'hotel qui n'est pas mauvais et pas cher du tout, mais coup de coeur pour un restaurant italien (la nourriture russe, il faut l'avouer, ce n'est jamais de la grande cuisine...😄), FIGARO (http://www.figaro-resto.com/).
On aura teste aussi un restaurant-bar au theme allemand, BierHaus (les serveuses sont deguisees en petites tyroliennes, c'est sympathique, mais la nourriture est loin d'etre legere, vous etes prevenus).
Etant a Irkutsk, il aurait ete un crime (OUI UN CRIME !!) de ne pas aller faire un tour au lac Baikal.
On a donc prevu une nuit sur place, a Listvyanka (Листвянка), une petite ville tres, tres, tres longue qui donne a l'embouchure de l'Angara et sur le lac Baikal.
On choisit donc de se rendre au ponton Raketa (Ракета) directement en taxi...car on n'a pas trouve le bus qui y allait...Bref, il pleuvait des glacons (presque !) et nous n'avions pas le temps de chercher. Apres tout, le taxi n'est pas cher.
On arrive sur place, on apprend que les bateaux sont coinces a quai...a cause du temps. Ils sont beaux les russes !! Serieux quoi ! \o/
Il faut donc y aller par la route, donc soit on rentre sur Irkutsk et on essaie de choper le car qui prend 1h pour se rendre a Listvyanka, soit on opte pour le taxi. Allez, ca dependra du prix !
Au port, on en profite pour boire un petit the dans le bar de la capitainerie et on se renseigne sur les possibilites de commander un taxi pour Listvyanka. C'est possible, c'est 500rub (~7 euros), pour ~80km, c'est plutot valable !
Scotches au siege, on a droit au pilote du coin, il roule a pres de 120 sur la route limitee entre 70 et 90 et qui fait des montagnes...russes 😄. Nous arrivons sans encombre au bord du lac Baikal sous un temps a ne pas rester dehors... une pluie glacee et un vent quelque peu siberien (0 degres prevus a l'abri du vent, je vous laisse imaginer).
Notre abri pour la nuit sera la Gavan Baikala Guesthouse (ul. Gudina, 84, Listvyanka), petite guesthouse bon marche sur les hauteurs de la ville, notre chambre est avec vue sur le lac, ca fait plaisir. Les chambres n'ont rien de formidable (du bois partout), pas forcement bien isolees, mais pour une nuit c'est ok.
Cote repas, le petit dejeuner prepare par la maitresse de maison etait gargantuesque !! Toutes les specialites russes (pas les plus legeres) sur la table...Sauf que c'etait trop, beaucoup trop... Pres de 500gr de kasha (sorte de porridge) + saucisson, fromage, de la creme fraiche, des legumes, confiture, toasts, etc... Nous etions un peu honteux de laisser les 3/4 du petit-dejeuner.
Malgre le temps froid et humide, nous prenons le courage de sortir pour aller visiter le musee du lac Baikal...5km a pieds !! (la ville est etalee en longueur). On arrive au musee trempes et geles, mais celui-ci se revele plutot interessant.
Et comment ne pas etre sous le charme quand on voit les 2 nerpas, phoques du lac Baikal (Байкальская нерпа) evoluer dans leur aquarium. Ils sont tellement mignons ! :D
Retour du musee, on remarque certains vehicules attendant devant le musee, je me permets de les questionner. Ils sont en fait des taxis "particulier" (autant dire illegaux) qui font la liaison avec l'autre bout de la ville... Autant dire que nous n'hesitons pas longtemps... 5 minutes de voiture contre pres d'1h dans le froid et sous la pluie...
Le lac Baikal
De retour sur Irkutsk par le meme moyen qu'a l'aller, on se balade un peu en ville et on attend notre prochain train qui part a minuit !
je reviendrais vers toi un peu plus tard , pour ... le Japon ... et plus particulièrement ton ile
Kyushu !
Après un second voyage superbe à la période des "momijis" en oct/nov l'an dernier TOHOKU et ile de SADO j'y retourne cet automne après un petit périple sud Chine et Hong Kong
Objectifs : OKINAWA pour quelques jours et une dizaine de jours sur KYUSHU arrivée à Fukuoka ! de Naha
Merci encore pour vos commentaires. 😉
Jean > Nous n'allons pas en Mongolie, nous suivons l'itineraire classique jusqu'a Vladivstok. Russie uniquement donc.
Tout de suite, la suite !
dans le train entre Irkutsk et Ulan-Ude
Comme precise ci-dessus, notre train partait a minuit d'Irkutsk, direction l'autre rive du lac Baikal, Ulan-Ude, capitale de Republique de la Bouriatie (Республика Бурятия).
Autant dire que l'on avait un choix plethorique niveau train pour effectuer cette courte distance (courte, a l'echelle de la Russie hein... 500km par la route, 8h de train).
Vous l'aurez compris, minuit + 8h... nous arrivons donc a 8h a Ulan-Ude.
Notre hotel sera le Baikal Plaza (http://www.baikalplaza.com/en/), un soit-disant 4* mais qui n'est meme pas comparable avec le Magistrat Hotel de Tomsk. J'aurais a me plaindre de la chambre (car j'avais negocie par mail une chambre avec vue sur la place Sovetov) et reussi a obtenir un surclassement dont la chambre avec la vue prevue. Tout gagne quoi ! 😏
Cet hotel a l'avantage certain d'etre en effet au coeur de la ville (la fameuse place Sovetov) et tout pres des arrets des marshrutka (маршрутка), pour ceux qui connaissent les tempos de Kathmandu, c'est tout pareil en un peu mieux, pour ceux qui ne connaissent pas, c'est comme des lignes de transport routier operees par des mini-vans, mini-bus de qualite inegale. Ces vehicules vont a peu pres partout (et parfois assez loin de la ville), il ne vaut mieux pas se tromper de numero. :)
Breeeeef... Le temps n'est pas vraiment au beau fixe, mais ce n'est pas bien grave ! On a l'habitude depuis quelques jours.
1ere visite, On va manger un truc, c'est midi ! (oui, on s'est repose un peu le matin, donc il est deja midi !), comme des moutons, on suit un peu les dires de quelque guide de voyage (tripadvisor ou LP, je ne sais plus), et on tente Shene Buuza (Шэнэ Бууза, кафе-позная), un petit cafe/restaurant qui sert des produits typiques du coin, soit des Buuzi (equivalent mongol des Baozi, xiaozi pour la Chine, gyoza pour le Japon, momo pour le Tibet/Nepal)...bref, vous l'aurez compris, des especes de petites ravioles fourrees avec on-ne-sait-quoi.
Repas clairement pas cher, mais pas dement, surtout les buuzis en fait... J'ai apprecie l'espece de tarte a la viande emiettee et a la graisse (imaginez 2 fonds de tartes qui enserrent une mixture graisseuse pleine de viande inconnue ? Bah voila, c'etait ca...haha).
Revenons a cette place Sovetov.
(oui, c'est bien Lenine, oui, c'est bien une enooooooooorme tete de Lenine !)
Cette sculpture trone evidemment sur la place Sovetov (prononciation "sovietov", vous comprenez ?) et elle impressionne, vraiment.
1ere journee peu-active, on a tourne un peu en rond dans le centre pour s'inspirer un peu de l'ambiance de la ville, le temps ne se pretant guere aux grandes sorties prevues, bon...
Lendemain, le temps est nuageux mais pas pluvieux (ouf !), nous partons a l'exterieur de la ville pour visiter le Musee Ethnographique (Этнографический музей народов Забайкалья), un espace naturel dans lequel ils ont implantes differents batiments typiques de la region du lac Baikal et detaillant le mode de vie des differentes populations d'endroits divers.
Un petit zoo quelque peu deprimant (chameaux, tigres, ours, differents rapaces, ....) prend place au sein meme du musee a ciel ouvert.
Moins de racontards, plus de photos !
Les differentes habitations sont placees de maniere assez logique dans un parc (limite une foret comme on peut le voir), de la construction la plus legere (tentes) des peuplades nomades russes (Iakoutes, Tchoutches, etc..) a l'eglise en bois, au temple bouddhiste, a la maison en bois construite selon les normes les plus siberiennes qui soient...
Sur la derniere c'est l'interieur typique d'une izba (изба), cabane en bois commune de la Siberie Orientale.
On remarque aussi (3eme photo) un espece de temple aux accents tres mongols. Et forcement... La Bouriatie, frontaliere de la Mongolie est egalement a dominante bouddhiste. On retrouvera d'ailleurs des steles gravees en tibetain, ce qui me choquera presque. Du tibetain en Russie !! J''etais prevenu, mais j'aurais pas cru.
Apres notre visite du musee ethnographique, nous allons manger (oui, oui, ca va... on fait que ca de manger ! je sais ! 😄 ). Ca tombe bien, un petit restaurant (enfin, petit...facon de parler, il y avait du monde, il etait assez grand !) se situe juste a cote du musee. Il a un nom bouriate/mongol : нютаг. On mange un excellent plov (плов), soit du riz avec des legumes et de la viande, tout melange et on decide d'aller se promener dans la taiga qui est aux portes de la ville. On s'enfonce dans dans la foret et on grimpe pendant quelques bonnes dizaines de minutes les collines cernant la ville.
Sur notre chemin (nous ne savons pas ou nous allons, je le precise), nous croisons des russes qui font "journee barbecue + bieres + gateaux + alcools divers" avec une vue tres sympa sur la ville. On suit un sentier de moins en moins marques...et a un moment (2h de crapahutage dans la foret).... photo du paysage (rien de tres fou, mais j'aime quand meme 🙂).
(comment, ce n'est pas interessant ? Bon... ok, allons plus loin alors...)
Nous continuons notre petit bonhomme de chemin, ma chere et tendre s'inquiete un peu mais compte sur mes qualites de cartographe (je ne me perds jamais !) pour nous ramener en ville. Nous bifurquons, rebifurquons, puis voila... On rattrape la ville sur une crete, une vue plutot sympa (le n&b etait indispensable) :
Enfin aux abords de la ville, nous n'avons plus vraiment envie de marcher (creves !! Pfiiiou...). Fort heureusement, nous debouchons sur une place (place...en terre/boue quoi hein) avec plein de marshrutkas de meme numero, donc a priori un terminus de ligne.
Nous (je) demandons au chauffeur du vehicule sur le depart s'il passe par la place Sovetov....
(suspense...)
(suspense...)
Il y va !! Et oui ! Nous nous installons tranquillement dans le mini-bus, et nous rentrons a l'hotel ! Ouf !
Repas du soir dans l'excellent restaurant contigue a l'hotel.
Lendemain, le temps est enfin bleu et clair ! (du bleu pas comme chez nous, du bleu des steppes mongols, un ciel qui parait sans fin...).
Un temps parfait pour s'exiler a +/- 30km d'Ulan-Ude pour retomber dans le bouddhisme tibetain et visiter un temple situe pres du village de Verkhnyaya Ivolga, l'Ivolginsky Datsan (Иволгинский Дацан).
(pour info : "datsan" signifie "temple", en bouriate il me semble)
(Ch'est tres tres choli !! 😮)
Bref, nous etions litteralement au milieu de nulle part, le ciel au-dessus de ne nous, pas grand chose autour, et la terre dessous... Nous nous sentions bien, bien mieux qu'en ville a dire vrai.
Sur le retour, nous irons gambader en ville pour voir diverses autres choses, dont la gare.
Fin de notre sejour a Ulan-Ude... Une magnifique experience !
Suite et fin de notre periple en Russie, dans le prochain post.
(puis transfert au Japon)
Merci, merci , pour toutes ces explications .
J'aime beaucoup ce musée ethnographique , et aussi le paysage (celui que tu dis pas intéressant 😛 ) et le datsan coloré ...bref, j'aime beaucoup 🙂
Mon Mea Culpa pour la Mongolie !! inconsciemment le nom d' Ulan Ude m'a fait pense rà
Ulan Bator .
Parfois votre recit me fait penser à celui de Philippe Tesson qui a passer pas mal de temps au
bord du Baikal.
Prochains rendez-vous : Vladivostok puis le pays du soleil levant .
Encore merci
Jean
Et voila la derniere partie de notre escapade russe.
Direction Vladivostok ! Hardi moussaillons !
dans le train entre Ulan-Ude et Vladivostok
On l'aura quasiment evite pendant tout notre sejour en russie, mais enfin, nous montons dans le "legendaire" transsiberien, celui de la liaison Moscou - Vladivostok, le Rossiya (Россия), soit le train numero 002М. Legendaire, pourquoi ?
Parce que c'est le train transsiberien qui relie historiquement Moscou et Vladivostok. Celui, historiquement, avec les couleurs de la Russie peintes sur ses wagons. Et accessoirement l'un des reputes plus confortables, plus rapides, avec le plus de services.
(petite digression : Effectivement, quand on parle de "transsiberien", il faut bien comprendre que ce n'est pas UN SEUL train, mais il y a une flopee de trains qui effectuent des liaisons transsiberiennes. Par exemple, le train que j'ai pris de Tomsk a Irkutsk, malgre sa vetustete evidente, se trainait quand meme jusqu'au terminus, soit Vladivostok... Il ne faut pas donc pas hesiter a monter dans les trains qui desservent telle ou telle ville que l'on souhaite visiter, il y a de quoi faire !)
Bon, deception intersiderale ! Le train mythique, on n'y a pas droit ! C'est bien le bon train...mais les wagons aux couleurs de Mere Russie sont apparemment remplaces par les standards RZD (la SNCF russe), donc compartiments identiques au Moscou-Kazan et Kazan-Ekaterinbourg... Deception, j'ai dit ! Trop dommage !
Quoiqu'il en soit, 61 heures de train ! C'est du serieux la !
(j'en connais une qui va s'ennuyer sec. J'ai la chance de ne jamais m'ennuyer, c'est un trait de caractere).
Nous avons bien sur fait le stock de nourriture a Ulan-Ude (saucissons, legumes, fruits, pain, chocolats), car pres de 3 jours dans le train, il n'est pas question de tenter le wagon-restaurant (on a vu le menu...et les prix, AIE !).
La miss saura s'occuper a lire les Rougon-Macquart de Zola, de mon cote, ne pouvant pas lire avec un paysage defilant en vue (ca me rend malade), je regarde le paysage en ecoutant de la musique....Oui, pendant presque 3 jours ! Pas d'ennui j'ai dit ! 😉
VLADIVOSTOK
Arrives a destination quelque peu fourbus, petit pincement au coeur, le transsiberien, c'est fini. On sort de la gare, le DELUGE ! Vladivostok est une ville a la San Francisco, tout en pentes... et des torrents devalent litteralement les rues.
Notre hotel n'est pas loin de la gare, mais le temps d'arriver, nous sommes trempes, les pompes pleines d'eau, bonne premiere impression... 😕
Dernier hotel de notre liste de reservation donc, Le Primorye hotel (Гостиница «Приморье», hotelprimorye.ru/), pas forcement de bonnes critiques sur internet, pas reservable via la plateforme de Booking.com, mais j'ai confiance. Les chambres avec vue sur le port etant un peu plus cheres.... J'ai evidemment opte pour celles-ci. Nous ne sommes pas decus.
Point tres positif, le restaurant style italien un peu "hype" contigue a l'hotel n'est pas mauvais du tout et nous y mangerons 2-3 fois durant notre sejour a l'hotel (bon, les serveurs ne parlent meme pas anglais, c'est deconcertant quand meme).
Bonne nuit reposante apres ces 3 jours/nuits de train.
Le ciel s'est degage depuis hier soir, c'est parti pour les visites !
Vladivostok est bien sur un port, et le port d'attache de la flotte russe du Pacifique.
Illustration ? Un petit bateau, comme ca.
Un vestige de la guerre froide, un sous-marin S-56.
Et bien sur, le memorial de la guerre 1941-1945.
Historiquement, Vladivostok fut aussi un port qui brassait les pauvres heres envoyes aux goulags siberiens (liaisons avec Magadan par bateau apres la deportation en trains speciaux), c'est pourquoi ce cher Soljenytsine (Alexandre Issaïevitch Soljenitsyne (Александр Исаевич Солженицын) a une statue sur les quais.
(je vous conseille de lire l'excellent "Archipel du Goulag", c'est edifiant !)
Etant donne la topographie de la ville, il est evident que les points de vue haut sur la ville ne manquent pas. Notamment un lieu celebre pour les amoureux, un peu au meme titre que le pont des arts a Paris. Petite place avec une sculpture dediee aux moines Cyrille et Methode, c'est un lieu particulierement prise pour les jeunes maries.
D'ailleurs, on aura droit a une serieuse reunion croisee de plusieurs mariages (4 au moins !) qui se relayaient pour se prendre en photo avec en fond la baie de Vladivostok.
Tout de suite, le reportage !!
Il ya un funiculaire vieillot qui grimpe la colline pour deposer les touristes...Enfin, normalement. Il est en panne. C'est le 1er d'une longue liste maudite concernant ce genre de transport, la suite au Japon. 😄
Fin de journee ininteressante au possible, on fait les courses "souvenirs", il est temps apres tout, la Russie c'est presque finie. A nous les matryoska, les foulards, la vodka, etc...
Seconde et derniere journee a Vladivostok, le temps est agreable. C'est samedi.
N'ayant pas trop le coeur a visiter les restes militaires (bunkers, forts, ...) des bases de defense russes, nous nous baladons tranquillement dans la ville en profitant du beau temps.
Pas grand chose de remarquable sinon une formidable exposition de blindes.
On aura encore l'honneur de voir debarquer des jeunes maries qui vont se prendre en photo devant les blindes (trop romantique ! 😄 ).
La fin d'apres-midi approchant, on rentre a l'hotel.
Soudainement, je dis a ma copine de se re-preparer a sortir pour faire une derniere visite... Je commande un taxi a la reception et j'enonce la direction en russe au chauffeur (ma copine de ne comprenant pas cette langue, elle ne sait toujours pas vers ou nous nous dirigeons).
La meteo s'est un peu degradee, mais ce n'est pas grave, on se croirait en Bretagne. C'est tres bien comme ca, on apprecie les bourrasques de vent et la pluie fine 😮
Le bout du bout de la russie, de la peninsule sud de Vladivostok, le phare Tokarevskiy (Маяк Токаревский).
Et donc la, au bout du monde, pres de ce phare (on s'est mouille un peu les pieds), j'ai demande ma copine en mariage ! Ben ouais, carrement !
Voici la petite courant vers sa destinee juste avant ma demande. 😇 Surprise totale !
Nous sommes restes la quelques minutes (le taxi nous attendait), lui confirmant que "non, ce n'est pas une blague" (j'avais meme garde la bague au fond de mon sac photo pendant tout le voyage... j'avoue que j'etais bien content de m'en debarasser, haha...), il commencait vraiment a faire froid donc nous sommes rentres.
Petit coucher de soleil super-venteux sur le Pacifique...
Soiree festive bien evidemment dans un excellent restaurant de Vladivostok, Zuma (restaurant a la mode, cuisine asiatique fusion). Comme j'avais reserve et prevenu le pourquoi du comment, nous avons eu droit a une petite table parsemee de petales de roses (la honte !! 😊).... Mais le champagne aidant, ca n'a pas pose probleme longtemps.
Bref, c'etait notre derniere soiree en Russie, une soiree unique.
Tout cela en valait bien la peine.
Le lendemain, dimanche. Notre avion est prevu vers 13h a l'aeroport de Vladistok pour rallier le Japon. Lever tot, j'en profite pour prendre une derniere photo de notre chambre.
45 minutes de taxi jusqu'a l'aeroport de Knevichi.
L'aeroport est un peu vide.
Compagnie Siberia Airlines, appareil A320, JAPON nous voila !! \o/
Superbe carnet, superbes photos et superbe voyage !
C'est quelque chose qui me tenterait bien un jour, faire la route jusqu'au Japon via le transsibérien (ou bien carrément en bateau, depuis la France, en faisant escale un peu partout), mais ça tente beaucoup moins ma femme 😮
Je suis resté scotché depuis le début et je le serai jusqu'à la fin !
Et félicitation pour le mariage à venir alors 😉
Blog Japon : récits de voyages au Japon, des articles sur le Japon, des photos du Japon et des recettes de cuisines japonaise (par ma femme) : https://blog.m0shi-m0shi.com/
Tu as pensé à tout pour la demande en mariage : la chambre avec belle vue , le phare au bout du monde et la bague cachée sous l'appareil photo pendant tout le voyage .
Bravo !...et encore de grands voyages pour l'avenir .
VLADIVOSTOK
Dernier hotel de notre liste de reservation donc, Le Primorye hotel (Гостиница «Приморье», hotelprimorye.ru/), pas forcement de bonnes critiques sur internet, pas reservable via la plateforme de Booking.com, mais j'ai confiance.
D'abord une info pour ceux qui seraient tentés par Vladivostok (c'est honnêtement une destination formidable, de par sa situation) : il y a un petit hôtel très sympa pas loin de la gare, l'Hôtel Teplo http://teplo-hotel.ru/en/. Personnel anglophone, toujours très sympa, prêt à aider. Le lieu en lui-même est super clean (alcool interdit à l'intérieur pour éviter tout problème), il y a même un petit espace cuisine pour ceux qui veulent, ou un bar à côté pour les autres. Vraiment bien !
Et sinon, faire une demande en mariage à Vladivostok, alors là j'avoue que c'est la grande classe 😎 Niveau originalité c'est juste imbattable !!
Grâce au lien de Masterpo je découvre ce passionnant carnet de voyage. Excellent récit et belles photos.
Tous mes voeux de bonheur vous accompagnent et faites encore de beaux voyages.
haha...(oui sinon, elle a dit oui, quand meme, la pauvre. Elle ne sait pas dans quoi elle s'embarque 😇 )
Je ne la plains pas. Elle est revenue saine et sauve d'un périple aventureux organisée par un homme suffisamment romantique ET organisé pour ne pas avoir oublié la bague lors d'une demande en mariage dans un endroit inhabituel et à l'autre bout du monde ... 😎
Félicitations et tous mes voeux de bonheur.
On attend avec impatience le compte-rendu du tour du monde en 80 jours avec les futurs enfants. Dans l'intervalle, on se contentera, ou plutôt délectera, de la suite de celui-ci.
Merci a tous pour vos messages. 🙂
(la fiancee est maintenant en Inde pour 2 ans, donc c'est pas simple, mais notre prochain voyage, ce sera la decouverte du Nepal...pour elle)
Arrives A Narita vers 15h, nous allons directement vers le "midori no madoguchi" (緑の窓口) afin de recuperer nos JR-Pass, par la meme occasion, nous prenons nos 2 places sur le N'EX pour arriver 1h plus tard a la gare de Tokyo.
J'avais donner rendez-vous a mes amis japonais (Akiko, Yoko, Tomomi, Toshio et Chihiro) a Asakusa pour 17h...
A la gare, pas le temps de galerer a prendre le metro, meme si le trajet n'est pas bien complique, nous sommes charges comme des bourriques, nous allons prendre la solution de facilite : le taxi.
Ni une, ni deux, on monte dans un taxi direction Asakusabashi (浅草橋) ou j'ai reserve notre hotel, un Toyoko-Inn pour 1 seule nuit.
Alors a priori, j'avais reserve a l'hotel "Asakusabashi-mae"(浅草橋前). Arrivant dans le quartier, le chauffeur depasse l'hotel que j'avais deja repere lors d'un precedent voyage. Il s'excuse platement et me rembourse meme une partie de la course (le Japon quoi !! 😎).
Nous arrivons a la reception, l'employee me dit qu'elle n'a pas de reservation a mon nom... Quoiiiiii ? Avec la fatigue et le stress, je m'embrouille completement et n'arrive plus a retrouver mon japonais, je lui reponds dans un melange de russe et d'anglais... la honte ! 😊
Il apparait finalement que j'ai effectivement reserve dans l'hotel "Asakusabashi-mae" mais que je me trouve a celui localise a "Asakusabashi-doori" (浅草橋通り, rue Asakusabashi), qui est en fait le Toyoko-Inn "Akihabara-Kanda", donc pas le bon hotel...haha !! Quelle logique !
Bref, je demande bien sur s'il est possible de transferer ma reservation dans cet hotel, ce qui ne posera pas de probleme. Je m'excuse platement pour mon erreur (mon japonais revient !).
En retard finalement, nous arriverons a 17h30 a Asakusa...Mes amis nous attendent toujours et je m'excuse encore platement (ca y est, le japonais me revient tres bien ! Je m'excuse toutes les 5 minutes 😄).
On va visiter le Senso-ji (浅草寺), et tirer un petit o-mikuji (御神籤), nous aurons tous les deux un "chukichi" (中吉, chance moyenne).
Ensuite, direction la rue des izakaya (居酒屋) pour boire un petit verre et manger quelques trucs. Nous finirons dans un autre izakaya en terrasse a boire avec des japonais inconnus qui fetent la naissance d'une petite fille. L'alcool aidant...mon japonais sera meilleur que jamais et le nouveau grand-pere m'offrira au moins 4 verrres de shochu (焼酎) car je suis "un bon gars qui parle japonais et qu'il m'aime bien"...OK. 😛 Tandis que ma petite fiancee fait connaissance avec mes amis qui prendront bien soin d'elle.
Bref, nous rentrons difficile a l'hotel et nous endormons Dieu-sait-comment... Le lendemain matin, lever tres tot avec un mal de crane intersiderale (je suis bien "sec") pour aller prendre notre train vers Kyoto.
Guere de photos "montrables" de cette premiere soiree... 😄
La suite au prochain numero avec, cette fois-ci, pas mal de photos de Kyoto et de sa region.
Bref, nous rentrons difficile a l'hotel et nous endormons Dieu-sait-comment... Le lendemain matin, lever tres tot avec un mal de crane intersiderale (je suis bien "sec") ...
Vous aviez pourtant été dûment prévenu ! :
On va visiter le Senso-ji (浅草寺), et tirer un petit o-mikuji (御神籤), nous aurons tous les deux un "chukichi" (中吉, chance moyenne).
Guere de photos "montrables" de cette premiere soiree...
Même pas la classique "je danse une bouteille à la main et la cravate autour du front" ? 😉
Un très beau TR avec de sublimes photos (je ne suis pas du tout attirée par la Russie mais tes photos sont vraiment belles) et une très jolie demande en mariage (congrats ^^).
Et je reprend le cours de mon recit (me suis repose quelques jours).
KYOTO
Nous restons donc 3 nuits a Kyoto dans un ryokan que j'avais connu en 2012, le ryokan Heianbo (平安坊旅館, http://www.kyo-yado.com/heianbo/top.html). Pas trop, trop cher et plutot sympa, il est assez familial et tout pres de la gare.
Arrivant a midi, l'apres-midi sera dedie a la visite d'un classique de la ville : Le Fushimi-Inari (伏見稲荷大社). S'y rendre de suppose pas de difficultes particulieres, il faut juste prendre le train express direction Nara.
Ayant deja visite la montagne il y a quelques annees, je me rappelais un lieu relativement peu frequente et ou l'on ne marchait pas dessus... Force est de constater qu'avec la reconnaissance l'UNESCO, le Fushimi-Inari est devenu un incontournable... Une maree humaine !
Ne supportant pas vraiment ca, nous decidonc de tracer vers le coeur de la montagne en ne s'attardant pas dans la zone la plus "photogenique" (ceux qui y sont alles savent de quoi je parle, les 2 tunnels d'alignement de torii que l'on traverse normalement 5 minutes apres l'entree).
Bref, on fera un grand tour de la montagne, certains autres touristes nous suivant s'inquieteront de ne plus voir personne et feront demi-tour (yeah !! \o/). On se trouvera au fin-fond du sanctuaire, apres des torii, des renards et quelques belles araignees (attention les arachnophobes !).
Quelques photos :
Le soir, nous ne nous foulons pas, on se rend donc au dernier etage de Yodobashi Camera (京都ヨドバシ), un grand "department store" ou ma chere fiancee trouvera un petit Fuji Instax tres sympa. Bref, niveau restauration, il y a plethore de choix, nous opterons simplement pour un restaurant de soba (蕎麦屋) et un plat de zaru-soba (笊蕎麦).
Le lendemain, apres nous etre renseigne par telephone pour l'obtention de la traduction de mon permis (nous en aurons besoin plus tard), on nous conseille de nous rendre directement au bureau regional de la JAF (Japan Automobile Federation, JAF大阪支部・事務所) de Osaka situe a Ibaraki...
Nous prenons donc le train pour 20/30 minutes de trajet, puis passons une autre bonne demi-heure a chercher le bureau en question. Je questionnerai plusieurs personnes qui, bien evidemment, ne savent pas... Bref. L'un dans l'autre, nous aurons perdu une demi-journee pour obtenir la traduction, mais nous l'obtiendrons directement (traduction faite sur place).
Retour sur Kyoto, nous changeons de train pour aller vers Uji (宇治市), un lieu mythique, pour moi, qui signifie "the vert" d'excellente qualite. S'exiler de la ville et des flots de touristes fait reellement plaisir, l'ambiance d'Uji n'est que calme et zenitude.
Il est deja 14h, nous n'avons pas eu le temps de manger de retour d'Ibaraki, nous irons donc deguster des variations autour du matcha dans une maison bien connue :
Ici, nous attendrons une bonne heure pour etre appeles a s'installer a une table (il faut en effet s'inscrire sur une liste a l'entree et une jeune fille s'occupe d'apperler les clients les uns apres les autres).
Quoiqu'il en soit, apres avoir bien attendu, nous mangerons (encore) des zaru-soba au matcha (抹茶ざるそば) et un magnifique dessert autour du the, melangeant un "chiffon cake" au matcha, une glace a l'Hojicha, une autre au matcha, quelques billes a l'azuki.
(un dessert parfait !!)
Apres avoir bien mange, nous allons visiter un peu le coin, et notamment 2 temples renommes :
Le temple Ujigami (宇治上神社), un sanctuaire shinto particulierement magnifique, pourtant petit et peu visite. Mais toute l'ambiance d'Uji se ressent au sein du sanctuaire.
De l'autre cote de la riviere...
le Byodo-In (平等院), un temple bouddhiste plutot tres etendu, et honnetement, un des plus beaux que j'ai pu voir. Plusieurs ecoliers etaient en visite et nous faisaient des petits coucous. :)
C'etait la fin d'apres-midi et la lumiere etait particulierement belle.
Apres cette journee bien chargee, nous prenons quelques trucs a manger au 7eleven et rentrons manger dans notre chambre au ryokan.
Pour cette derniere journee, lever tres tot pour combiner 2 visites dans le nord de la region de Kyoto : Le Sanzen-In a Ohara et Kurama/Kibune.
Pour aller a Ohara, nous prenons donc le metro (ligne Karasuma) jusqu'a Kokusaikaikan (国際会館), puis le bus en direction d'Ohara (environ 30 minutes).
Nous arrivons a 8h la-bas. Pas de chance, le temple n'ouvre qu'a 8h30 et evidemment rien n'est encore ouvert. Nous croisons quelques japonais venus, eux- aussi, en avance afin d'etre les premiers a visiter. Nous echangeons quelques amabilites.
(la miss est un peu grognon car nous n'avons pas pris de petit-dejeuner et son sempiternel cafe..., haha)
Petite visite du Sanzen-In (三千院) donc.
Nous aurons l'occasion de gouter du the matcha un peu particulier (avec des feuilles d'or a l'interieur) au Shiso ou a la prune. Une femme avait un petit stand a l'interieur meme du temple.
Par choix, nous ne restons pas longtemps a Ohara et reprenons le bus de retour vers Kokusaikaikan vers 11h30. Arrives vers midi, nous passons rapidement au kombini pour recuperer quelques onigiri et du the froid.
A la station de bus, nous prenons un autre bus, direction Kurama.
A Kurama (鞍馬寺), quelques touristes etrangers, mais c'est assez calme aussi (a croire qu'ils restent tous dans Kyoto), je suis content d'avoir echappe a la frenesie urbaine.
Nous faisons la traversee vers Kibune (貴船神社) et apres une grande et belle balade a travers la foret, nous rentrons vers Kyoto.
(vue depuis le temple le plus haut de Kurama)
Pour notre dernier soir a Kyoto, nous allons manger au Issen-Yoshoku (壹錢洋食, http://www.issen-yosyoku.co.jp/), un restaurant ne servant qu'un seul menu en particulier : l'okonomiyaki. Donc Okonomiyaki + une bonne biere + une petite glace au matcha.
Un diner pas bien cher, mais tres bon, evidemment.
De Kyoto a Kagoshima, 2 shinkansen : Le premier pour rejoindre Shin-Osaka (20 minutes) puis le second direction Kagoshima (annonces faites en coreen et chinois dans le train, cela m'a marque car l'annonce en chinois n'etait pas presente il y a 3 ans).
Arrives en debut d'apres-midi a Kagoshima, nous nous posons dans un petit ryokan que j'avais decouvert en 2012 : Nakazono Ryokan (http://nakazonoryokan.wix.com/nakazonoryokan), etablissement "budget" dans son jus. M. Nakazono qui tient l'endroit est tres sympa, parle pas mal anglais et recoit beaucoup d'etrangers par ailleurs (il est notamment cite dans le LP, ceci expliquant cela). Je vous conseille la chambre 103 (au rdc) qui est tout bonnement gigantesque...surtout pour 2 personnes seulement. A noter : -10% si vous payez par cash.
Apres avoir poser nos maigres bagages, nous allons visiter l'Aquarium de Kagoshima.
Un Aquarium tres sympa (pour la diversite qu'il offre en terme d'especes). Ma douce a insiste (bien malgre moi) a aller voir le spectacle de dauphins (Et oui, l'Aquarium possede, depuis peu, un Delphinarium). Visite parfaite pour un apres-midi.
Lendemain, il est impossible d'y couper lorsqu'on visite Kagoshima, on prend le bateau pour accoster au Sakurajima (桜島) (qui fume un peu, mais rien de grave). 150 yens la traversee, c'est vraiment pas cher.
Nous profiterons, sur place, d'un sacre bon bain de pieds a l'eau du volcan, et de la visite du petit musee du Sakurajima. Nous marchons 2/3km et constatons qu'en fait...il fait quand meme bien chaud (~27 degres en ce debut d'octobre), du coup on recupere le bus touristique qui s'arrete "a la mode chinoise" 5 minutes top-chrono dans tous les lieux d'interets du volcan, pour finir au point d'observation le plus proche accessible par la route (accessible tout court en fait, il est interdit d'aller plus haut), Yunohira (湯之平展望所).
(vue sur le sommet du cratere fumant un peu du poste d'observation de Yunohira)
(vue sur la baie)
Rentres sur Kagoshima, nous profitons de cette chaude fin d'apres-midi pour aller deguster une des specialites de la ville, le Shirokuma ("ours blanc", 白熊), une glace a la japonaise (glace pilee) avec de la creme et des fruits confits. Precisons que si cela vous tente, ne tentez pas le diable en prenant le "medium", ils sont enooooormes (meme les "small").
Pour notre dernier jour a Kagoshima, encore une activite a ne pas rater/negliger/eviter/ne pas faire : Un petit tour a Ibusuki (指宿), une petite station balneaire au sud de Kagoshima.
Deja, pour voyager luxueusement, nous optons pour l'Ibusuki no Tamatebako (指宿の玉手箱), un train noir et blanc "special" avec un interieur tout en bois (il est magnifique !).
A Ibusuki, l'activite la plus courue est bien sur les bains de sable chaud ou "Sunamushi" (砂蒸し風呂), soit 15 minutes enterres dans le sable humide et brulant avec juste la tete qui depasse, puis un delassement total au onsen de l'institut. Ca fait un bien fou !
Apres avoir passe une apres-midi velo autour d'Ibusuki (velos electriques en location a la gare), nous rentrons sur Kagoshima par le meme train qu'a l'aller (quand on aime...).
Pour la fin d'apres-midi, nous marchons un peu a travers la ville et montons a un point d'observation parfait sur la ville et le Sakurajima, soit au parc Shiroyama (城山). Avec la chaleur et les bruits d'insectes, nous nous serions presque crus dans la jungle...Mais l'aventure est de courte duree quand, arrives enfin au sommet de la collines (environ 20 minutes pour grimper), nous tombons nez a nez avec des cars de touristes chinois !! DES CARS !! AU MOINS 10 CARS !!
Bref, l'horreur avec un grand H.... 😕
Vas-y que ca gueule a droite et a gauche, que ca se bouscule pour se prendre en photo devant le Sakurajima, que ca franchit allegrement les "cordes" sacrees autour d'un arbre pour se prendre en photo... Degoutes, je prends une photo en jouant des coudes et nous redescendons par une petit sentier pour eviter le flot de chinois.
(je ne vais pas dire la "c'etait mieux avant", mais j'ai pu le constater au Nepal, en Russie a Moscou et a Vladivostok, et maintenant au Japon... les chinois voyagent ! Et leur facon de voyager en car, c'est derangeant, c'est litteralement des envahisseurs quand ils debarquent dans tel ou tel lieu...).
Niveau repas, on profitera d'un excellent Izakaya (j'ai oublie le nom, mais je crois qu'il etait cite dans le LP) dans lequel nous mangerons toutes les specialites du coin en un seul repas (kurobuta, kurotori, satsuma-imo, satsuma-age, etc...). 😏
Ton carnet de voyage est très intéressant, ca me donne pleins d'idées pour mon futur voyage au Japon.
J'aime beaucoup tes photos 🙂, peux tu me dire avec quoi tu shoot (objectif(s), boitiers, filtres...) ? J'hésite souvent quoi emmener comme matériel photo, ayant l'habitude de voyage plutôt léger.
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I could have titled my travel journal like Carmen: "Some trips are born twice." Indeed, we had considered this destination back in February 2020. However, an honest tour operator advised us against traveling at that time due to the climate. So, we gave up and opted for Guatemala instead (see "On the Mayan Lands" on this site).
So, why this title? When I was in primary school, over 65 years ago, the illustrations in my history books (Machu Picchu) and geography books (Lake Titicaca) made me dream, and those images stayed in my mind. It took until 2026 to finally make this dream come true!
We prepared our trip with Tout Pérou, a French-speaking "agency." Everything was handled via email and WhatsApp exchanges with our contact: Laurent, who was both competent, friendly, and full of good advice.
For 200 €, Tout Pérou provided us with drivers and guides whenever we wanted, helped us buy our domestic flights (cheaper when purchased in Peru), booked shuttles between airports and hotels, and got us a discount on the train ride to Aguas Calientes, as well as on the buses between Chivay and Puno and between Puno and Cusco. In short, Laurent took care of all the logistics and the Machu Picchu tickets. It was up to us to book our hotels. Tout Pérou provided a list, but we weren’t obliged to follow it. Another advantage of the package: we didn’t have to pay in advance; we paid the service providers directly day by day.
We didn’t meet Laurent in person because he was on vacation in Europe. Before his departure, he gave us a briefing, provided a summary table with the entire program, the service providers, their phone numbers, their fees, the schedules, and gave us plenty of advice (money, exchange, safety, etc.). After returning at the end of our stay, he kept checking in on us.
Lastly, we had also gathered information from Arnaud Lagadec, who runs a hotel in Cusco and offers tours of the region. He gave us a lot of useful information. Another contact: Thomas Montaigne, very friendly, who runs an agency in Arequipa (Agence Pérou Exclusif).
Day 1 – Paris to Lima
Foreword
I’ll share our trip without any pretension—I don’t have the talent of some contributors on this forum—and I’ll illustrate it with a few photos (taken with an ordinary smartphone). My comments are personal and only reflect my own views. So, please be kind! Feel free to comment on my story as you like, but let’s avoid pointless debates.
Even though we live in the south of the Paris region, true to our habits when the flight is in the morning, we chose to spend the night before our departure in a hotel near CDG and parked our car in a parking lot in Garches. This way, we avoid the stress that often comes with traveling around Paris (accidents, roadworks, traffic jams, etc.).
Check-in and border control went smoothly on that Sunday morning. Our Air France flight was uneventful. In Lima, border control took a particularly long time, and for the first time, we didn’t get an entry visa stamped in our passports.
As planned, a driver took us to the Miraflores district, where our hotel was located. We were surprised by the numerous signs about possible tsunamis, having forgotten that Peru is prone to such events and regularly experiences earthquakes. We’d see the consequences of these during our journey.
Exhausted from the early wake-up, the 13-hour flight, and the 7-hour time difference, we had dinner at the hotel before a restful night.
Note that this day was Peru’s presidential election day. As a result, we weren’t served beer—the sale of alcohol was banned that Sunday.
It was winter, a winter with beautiful weather,
A season that only exists in the southwest of America,
I remember very well what I told you that morning
A month ago... A century ago, an eternity ago...
We’ll go... wherever you want, whenever you want...
Well, yeah, back from our adventure in our enchanting American West just a month ago, we’re already taking a bite out of one of its lesser-known competitors. "Flo, if you had to pick just one reason to justify your love for the U.S., what would it be?" The greasy, dripping burgers? No, I don’t think I’m going out on a limb by saying it’d be the wide-open spaces... And that’s exactly what our new quest is taking us to—a land on the other side of the globe where the horizon also seems endless, where silence tastes like salty wind and sand, where freedom is measured in kilometers of desert tracks, where the GPS is mostly there to confirm you’re lost in the middle of nowhere... Add to that magic formula the fact that you’ll see more zebras, giraffes, wildebeest, and elephants than people per square kilometer, and you can imagine us setting foot in Southern Africa for the first time, more precisely at the small airport in Windhoek, capital of... of...? Brush up on your geography, damn it! We’re landing in Namibia!!!
To be honest, Namibian landscapes have been flirting with me for ages. So how did I resist this island of temptation for so long? First, the budget. Let’s just say that for the same amount of effort (and kidneys), the bank lets you choose two other adventures almost anywhere else on the planet. Then there were my girls. Yeah, back then, they were too little to dose up on Malarone, the only malaria remedy at the time... Long story short, ten years later, all the planets have aligned. First, I won the Euromillions! Well, almost... Let’s just say my girls are now old enough... not to take Malarone, but to stop following me on all my adventures! Jackpot! "Flo, how about a little two-person caprice, just the two of us, tackling the Namibian tracks?"
As we landed on the runway, first wow effect: The horizon is immense. It’s flat as can be, incredibly flat... So much flat space! Did I mention it was flat?... Looking into the distance, it feels like your gaze could circle the Earth without hitting a single obstacle—until you end up staring at your own backside. "Oh, what a nice view!" Well, it’s the first time I’ve seen my butt from this angle! Touching moment... Sorry, I’m rambling—must be the exhaustion from the three-flight marathon we just powered through via Ethiopia and South Africa... And yet, no time to philosophize about my anatomy. As usual, we want to rack up our first kilometers to be front and center at dawn tomorrow. After wrapping up the tedious Namibian immigration formalities and meeting the 4x4 that’ll be our companion day and night for the next fifteen days, we’re off! We’re not exactly fresh, but we’re ready to tackle the next five hundred kilometers in night mode, cruise control set due south! Just outside Windhoek, the local wildlife—a jackal—welcomes us with a smile: "Welcome to Namibia!" That’s what it said! Honest... Okay, first endless straight road, first flaming sunset, first corrugated dirt track, first Milky Way with zero light pollution... You get it—it’s definitely the day of firsts... First night camping, too, in the big trunk of our Toyota Fortuner parked by the side of the track... The real adventure, the kind that smells under the arms, can finally begin...
Bonjour tout le monde, nous voici rentrés d'un RT USA organisé par nos soins du 31/07/2026 au 26/08/2026.
La destination : Le Sud-Ouest USA avec le Texas, l'Arizona et le Nouveau-Mexique. 7000 kilomètres effectués à la louche.
L'Auto : Une Chevrolet Equinoxe pour deux en passant par BSP Auto et Avis. Et dedans 2 valises, un sac de voyage, deux valises cabines, la glacière de chez Walmart, le matos photos et les bouteilles d'eau (pack de 40).
Le trajet : Dallas DFW, Fort Worth, Houston, Austin, San Antonio, Alpine, El Paso, Tucson, Sedona, Albuquerque, Amarillo et Dallas pour finir avec départ sur DFW.
Les voyageurs : Deux séniors bien avancés dans l'âge (73 et 75) mais toujours en activité (pas épuisante physiquement) (pour rester vivants et financer les voyages), autonomes physiquement à 100%, intellectuellement beaucoup moins, passionnés des USA, pays où tout est possible, plus marcheurs que randonneurs, plutôt hôtels à partir de 3 étoiles que motels de bord de route, plutôt restos Italiens que nourriture US, adeptes des arrêts fréquents pour les photos, plutôt musées que rien, Plutôt sieste que marches forcées. Pas trop râleurs, juste ce qu'il faut pour rester français au pays du grand Satan qu'ils disent.
Pas trés doués pour les langues, Anglais des rues (mais bien pratique), Espagnol nul pour moi hormis : " Hola ! Una Cerveza por Favor ! " Cela fait court. Madame comprend tout mais refuse de parler.
Le coût du RT : Environ 12 000 euros avec les vols AF, Auto, Essence, cadeaux, visites et tutti quanti. Bien maitrisé puisque 13500 euros prévus au départ.
Le bilan positif : Un régal avec les longues routes à perte de vue. Des Musées à découvrir. Le constat de la présence Hispanique et de son Histoire importante dans ce secteur de l'Amérique. Des locaux adorables. Des touristes plus ou moins sympas. Un accent Texan abominable et difficile à comprendre. Des stations Gas qui sont de véritables magasins avec nourriture préparée et autre alcools vendus en Arizona et Nouveau-Mexique et des employés au top ! Toujours prêts à rigoler !
Le bilan négatif : La chaleur tout au long du séjour...43° sur Dallas en fin de séjour. Impossible de sortir dans les rues. Beaucoup de "Homeless" dans les rues de l'Hyper Centre de Dallas. Les breakfasts Hôtel toujours les mêmes. On s'y fait.
Donc, positif certes mais le concept commence à fatiguer. Il se pourrait que le modèle RT autonome soit repensé pour le prochain. SI celui qui est en haut nous prête vie.
Pour la suite, attendons les premières photos triées et passées à la moulinette.
When we started looking for a summer destination a few months ago, our first criterion was to avoid extreme heat and heatwaves. We had already been to Norway two years ago and are considering going back in the future for other occasions. So, we had some fun asking ChatGPT which destinations enjoyed a mild climate during the summer without going too far. Among the list provided by the AI were the Canary Islands... The idea of a place we wouldn’t have thought of first, both not too far away and exotic enough, appealed to us: “Hmm, why not?”
This destination had never really attracted me, though Magali was a bit more interested. Five years earlier, COVID had caused a short break in my professional activity, and I had planned a trip because the flight price was attractive, and I was looking for a destination different from what usually appeals to me, more than out of deep interest. From a distance and with a social judgment I acknowledge (it’s not great, but it’s not completely wrong), I had the image of a destination for party-goers enjoying the sun without the slightest interest in local culture, with concrete coastlines and denatured landscapes—everything I detest the most. Still, I had done some quick research on the different islands and spotted Lanzarote for its beautiful volcanic landscapes, hiking trails, beaches, and the impression of a good balance between activity and fewer crowds than Tenerife or Gran Canaria. Then I dropped the idea of going, without ever reconsidering traveling to the Canaries...
Until now! Because we started researching the different islands of the archipelago to see which ones might appeal to us the most. It was La Gomera, the third smallest island of the archipelago, more praised for its hiking trails and preserved nature than for its beaches, away from mass tourism (fifty times fewer tourists than Tenerife) but still a bit more developed than its wild neighbor El Hierro, that caught our attention. Contrary to what might be suggested later, I’m not at all addicted to AI, but I use it from time to time to synthesize quick research or simply for experimentation. Since ChatGPT had started anticipating my tastes lately as if it had become my buddy (often successfully, sometimes off the mark), I asked which Canary Island would suit me best for a trip with my family. The tool answered first with... La Gomera. So, I tested it and teased it a bit to see if this suggestion was well-founded, as the method sometimes makes it contradict itself. But no luck: “You’d appreciate the wild nature of El Hierro, but with family, you’ll find little activity for the kids. You won’t like the touristy vibe of the big islands like Tenerife, Gran Canaria, Lanzarote, and Fuerteventura. You could consider La Palma, but it’s really La Gomera that will suit you best, based on your interests and the criteria given.” So, we dug deeper into our research and were convinced without a shadow of a doubt that this island was the one waiting for us.
Without knowing it, we had Canarians in our circle who revealed their origins when they heard about our travel plans. One from Tenerife insisted we’d be better off choosing Tenerife (obviously...) because it also has preserved spots and that La Gomera, “you can explore it in two or three days, you’ll get bored quickly...” The other, a colleague from Gran Canaria who had never visited La Gomera, still recommended it without hesitation because it turned out her parents had just gone there on vacation: they loved it and had encountered few tourists. She also tended to think this destination was usually the subject of short stays, but according to what her parents told her, taking your time there was also a great idea. However, in our research, the idea that La Gomera is an island you can explore in three or four days max kept coming up. So, we considered combining its visit with La Palma or El Hierro, the other two that caught our eye. But hopping between islands by ferry represents a significant budget for non-Canarians, even more so for a family of four. Then, scrutinizing Google Maps, it seemed obvious that two weeks were too short to discover two islands as they deserve, and that there seemed to be plenty to see in La Gomera, given its very unique culture. After all, we read that some people spend several months a year there, others never even leave... Finally, these landscapes and this atmosphere, which seemed to us a mix of Europe, North Africa, and Latin America, tempted us. So, it would be two weeks in La Gomera, deal!
La Gomera is therefore the second... well, the third smallest island of the Canaries since La Graciosa was recently recognized as a fully inhabited island. It has the shape of a rough circle about 20 to 25 kilometers in diameter and has just over 20,000 inhabitants, half of them in its capital, San Sebastián de la Gomera, the only real town. Like its Canarian sisters, La Gomera is a volcanic formation that rose about 10 million years ago. The island is very mountainous and rugged, covered with red and black rocky landscapes. Geological activity has shaped, between the sprawling massifs that end in steep cliffs in the ocean, six coastal valleys with tropical vegetation that have favored human settlement. They divide the island like slices of a cake; from the north clockwise: the agricultural Vallehermoso, the rustic Agulo, the green, humid, and fertile Hermigua, the sunny capital San Sebastián de la Gomera, the southern and isolated Alajeró-Santiago, and the seaside Valle Gran Rey. They constitute the six municipalities (more like cantons to our French understanding) of the territory.
The large solidified magma massifs that shape the heart of the island have created a large depression more protected from the sun at its center, allowing the growth of a vast laurel forest, today grouped within the Garajonay National Park, La Gomera’s green lung, which has earned it the status of a World Biosphere Reserve. Its completely European appearance contrasts sharply with the rocky and tropical landscapes of the rest of the island. Thus, the climate varies greatly from one point to another on the island: in summer, you can quickly go from a dry and sunny valley at 35°C to a humid forest area at altitude at 18°C.
La Gomera was populated late. As with the rest of the Canaries, human presence is thought to have begun about 2,000 years ago. Groups of animist Berbers, probably fleeing persecution, gradually populated the archipelago, especially the western islands and La Gomera, becoming its small aboriginal population: the Guanches (or later Gomeros). The animist and pastoral civilization of the Guanches thrived until the Spanish takeover in the 15th century, which, after a short period of harmony and mixing with the indigenous people, suddenly ended in bloodshed... La Gomera later became the “Columbus Island” after Christopher Columbus’s stopover, increasing the blending of populations. In the 20th century, many Gomeros emigrated to Cuba and other Latin American countries in search of a better life, bringing back a mix of cultures and traits quite palpable in today’s Gomeran culture. It is, however, in La Gomera that the vestiges of Guanche culture seem to have left the most traces, in the language, gastronomy, social practices... Moreover, most Gomeros, especially in remote villages, have a particular identifiable type and proudly claim their ancestral roots, even making La Gomera a bit exotic in the eyes of other Canarians.
Perhaps that’s why it has never really wanted to develop its tourist infrastructure too much. If we set aside the tourists who visit for the day by bus or boat from Tenerife on a marked itinerary (and whom we ultimately rarely encounter), La Gomera has remained a hidden gem, a destination focused on nature discovery that attracts hikers, nature-loving divers, and scientists for its fauna and flora, and to a lesser extent, beachgoers who don’t seek overly developed coastlines. Tourist activity is therefore limited. Roughly speaking, you’ll find a majority of Spaniards, including a substantial number of residents from other Canary Islands, many Germans who have a particular fondness for La Gomera and spend long stays there or own second homes, to the point that the German cultural footprint is clearly noticeable in some places (it’s said to be Angela Merkel’s favorite holiday spot), and still quite a few French. The presence of other nationalities seemed negligible to us. Most travelers come mainly for hiking, but it’s also a prime spot for whale watching. Additionally, the seaside resorts of La Gomera—San Sebastián, Santiago, and especially Valle Gran Rey—are well-known destinations for hippies, especially German ones, ranging from chic boho hippies to old-school hippies who’ve been there for decades, quite similar to those you’d meet in India in Goa, Rishikesh, or Paharganj. Thus, practices like naturism, vegetarianism, and local organic production are quite well established in some areas.
Some practical info:
- The round-trip flight from Paris to Tenerife cost us 365 € per person (outbound with Transavia, return with EasyJet), including checked luggage and three seats reserved side by side.
- We chose two bases to explore the island: one week in Valle Gran Rey, reputed to be the most pleasant of the three seaside resorts, and one week in Hermigua, more mountainous and close to the natural park. We booked two houses with balconies and views: the first at 120 € per night, the second at 99 €.
- The round-trip ferry between Tenerife and La Gomera cost us 270 € with the company Baleària Canarias, including discounts for children aged 4 and 12, but I don’t have the exact details. It was a bit cheaper than with the other company, Fred Olsen.
- Finally, we rented a car through the agency Cicar for 360 € for 16 days, which comes to 22.50 € per day.
- Apart from that, we didn’t plan anything and decided the day before or even the morning of what we wanted to do. We didn’t invest in any paper guide on the Canaries, as information on La Gomera was scarce, but we used the very comprehensive site La Gomera Travel, a travel guide published by the Canary Islands Tourism Council, a real goldmine of almost exhaustive information on the island.
Alright, off we go for 16 days of adventure discovering La Gomera!
If you're looking for great tips and offbeat spots, if you love exploring uncharted parts of a country, if the exotic is your adrenaline, then move along!
Our 15 days in early May in this part of Turkey (a country I first discovered during a city trip to Istanbul in 2017) will only tread well-worn paths and revisit popular routes. Simply because I kept hoping until the very end that our flight to Jordan wouldn’t be canceled. Events in the Gulf proved me wrong, so we left with:
Zero preparation.
Not a single hotel booked (well, except the first one), no visits planned, just a flight ticket bought three weeks earlier. No guidebook, no app—just the desire to explore southern Turkey and Cappadocia, whose images and the chance to stretch our legs had caught my eye.
Oh, wait—I did bring along a new guide: Gemini! Yes, my friends, generative AI was my chief advisor throughout the trip for sites to visit, accommodations, routes, and even restaurants! An experiment I wanted to try to form my own opinion on using this new technology. And what better way to test it than a Turkish getaway?
The verdict? You’ll have to wait for the trip recap to find out!
The main idea of the trip is also relaxation.
So, the plan is Antalya for a few days, the Turkish Riviera for a few more, Cappadocia as the highlight, and a return via Antalya to wrap up the trip. And it was all planned by AI!
So, if you're ready, fasten your seatbelts—cabin crew, doors to automatic and cross check—boarding for Turkey now!
Hi everyone, I’m Patrick, 67 years old, a seasoned traveler (already 22 trips outside Europe).
In autumn 2025, I took my first 3-week trip to Japan, with stops in Tokyo, Kamakura, Matsumoto, Kamikochi, Takayama, Kanazawa, Kyoto, Nara, Osaka, Koyasan, Tokyo again, and Nikko.
I wanted to go back in May 2026 and explore some lesser-known places to complement my first trip.
Last year, there were four of us traveling together to discover Japan (a fairly classic itinerary). This time, I’ll be traveling solo for part of the trip and with a couple of French friends for the rest.
The weather was gorgeous in May, averaging around 25°C, with two very hot days in Kyoto and only two rainy days.
As usual, I organized everything myself, gathering plenty of information from various sites, including this one.
Transportation:
An ICOCA card is essential.
I got a 5-day Kansai-Hiroshima pass because I took the shinkansen between Hiroshima and Osaka three times, and it paid for itself quickly.
Accommodations:
Mostly through Booking. No issues at all. Average cost was 46 € per night.
Meals:
For breakfast, I alternated between buying food at a konbini to eat in my room or on the train and grabbing something at local cafés.
For lunch and dinner, I tried to vary my meals as much as possible—lots of sashimi, sushi, and ramen.
Okonomiyaki in Osaka and Hiroshima.
Oysters in every form (raw, grilled, fried) in Onomichi and Hiroshima.
A variety of seafood (shrimp, shellfish) in Hiroshima and Matsumoto.
Fish whose names often escaped me, but notably mackerel and eel (unagi).
Tempura and gyoza.
Chicken skewers (yakitori) and one teppanyaki meal.
One omakase meal (9 different dishes).
In the end, not much meat aside from a few yakitori skewers. No splurges on super expensive wagyu or Kobe beef.
Average dinner cost: 4,800 yen, drinks included.
The Itinerary:
Day 1: Departure from Brussels
Day 2: Arrival in Osaka
Day 3: To Himeji, then Kurashiki
Day 4: To Fukuyama, then Tomo no Ura, then Onomichi
Day 5: Cycling the Shimanami Kaido
Day 6: To Takahara, then Hiroshima
Day 7: To Kyoto to attend the Aoi Matsuri parade
Day 8: To Miyajima
Day 9: Hiroshima, then Kyoto
Day 10: Southern Kyoto
Day 11: Northern Kyoto
Day 12: Final day in Kyoto, then to Nagatsugawa
Day 13: Start of the Nakasendo Trail (Magome to Tsumago)
Day 14: Second day of the trail (Kiso Fukushima)
Day 15: Third day of the trail (Narai), then Matsumoto
Day 16: To Mt. Fuji (Kawaguchiko)
Day 17: To Tokyo
Day 18: Excursion to Enoshima and Kamakura
Day 19: Flight home, with a 10-hour layover in Hong Kong
Day 20: Arrival in Brussels
Il arrive souvent qu'on nous demande quoi visiter en Belgique .
Et les réponses ramènent le plus souvent à Bruges , Gand, Anvers et Bruxelles , avec raison , ces villes valant la peine d'être visitées 😉 .
Toutefois, la Belgique, bien que petite , ne se limite pas à ces 4 villes .
J'habite l'une d'entre elles ( Bruxelles) , passe avec plaisir du temps dans les trois autres , mais j'ai envie d'aborder d'autres coins moins connus , qui pourront compléter le séjour de ceux qui ont envie d'en voir un peu plus , ou de voir autre chose .
C'est qu'entre deux voyages , j'aime bien visiter l'un ou l'autre coin du pays où j'habite .
D'où l'idée d'un carnet de balades .
La plupart des endroits dont je vais parler peuvent être visités en faisant l'aller-retour le même jour , au départ de Bruxelles , que ce soit en transports en commun ou en voiture .
Dans l'ordre chronologique des sujets abordés :
- Le barrage de la Gileppe ( province de Liège) -message 2 , page 1
- Le domaine de La Hulpe ( Brabant wallon ) - message 3 , page 1
- Malines ( province d'Anvers ) message 4 , page 1
- La côte - message 5 , page 1
- Le Westhoek , au départ de La Panne - message 6 , page 1
- Le Zwin, au départ de Knokke - message 7 , page 1
- Lier ( entre Malines et Anvers ) - message 8 , page 1
- Mons (Hainaut) - message 9 , page 1
- La région de Florenville . - message 12 , page 1
- Les Cantons de l'Est - message 13 , page 1
- Dinant - message 18 , page 1
- Le jardin japonais d'Hasselt - message 24 , page 2
- Louvain message 29 , page 2
- Louvain-la-neuve - message 32 , page 2
- Ostende - message 42 (page 3) et message 166 (page 9)
- Les floralies de Grand-Bigard . - message 43 , page 3
- Le bois de Halle -message 44 , page 3
- Les pralines - message 54 , page 3
- Charleroi - message 68 , page 4
- Namur - message 92 , page 5
- Le Bois du Cazier ( Marcinelle) - message 95 , page 5
- Les couques et les gozettes - message 96 , page 5
- Liège - message 99 , page 5
- Tournai - message 115 , page 6 .
- Audenarde ( Oudenaarde ) - message 121, page 7
- Jardin botanique de Meise - message 124, page 7 .
- Tongres ( Tongeren ) - message 125 , page 7 .
- Château de Beersel ( Brabant flamand) - message 126, page 7 .
- Bruxelles confinée ( messages 150 et 154 , page 8 )
- L'hôpital Notre Dame à la Rose , à Lessines ( messages 161 et 162 , page 9 ) .
- Westende ( message 167, page 9)
je complète cette liste au fur et à mesure de l'avancement du carnet ...
This travel journal is therefore intended solely for my photos, to present a consistent style.
All the shots were taken with a simple Samsung Galaxy smartphone and with whatever was at hand.
All stays combined, I’ve spent the equivalent of a year at most in Thailand, and I’m no great expert.
However, after many trips, lots of reading on VoyageForum and other sites, and conversations with many locals as well as expats, my view of the country is becoming clearer, though it’s constantly evolving. You never stop discovering and learning.
I guess I wanted to deliver a puzzle, mainly for those who want to get an idea of the country here and for those who feel nostalgic about it.
I don’t know if this minimalist sharing will interest anyone, but it’ll do me good to put it together. After so many months without traveling and then these other long months with VF closed, there’s plenty of material available.
There’ll be a mix of places, periods, and subjects, but it might well be intentional.
I suspect many Thais have dogs because they make excellent guardians for the home. Nothing better to deter burglars or to signal the presence of a snake. You’ll often see Thais tapping the top of their dog’s head, but don’t be fooled: it’s a sign of affection from them. Judging by the dogs’ reactions, they’re used to it.
Thailand is one of the countries on the planet where rabies is still present, so keep that in mind. It’s not just bites that can be dangerous, so don’t let just any dog lick you. Especially on a wound, of course.
Even though dogs often fear humans—this dangerous and unpredictable predator—we still need to stay cautious.
Be careful when walking into alleys because the dog will defend its master’s big yard. Be careful at night, and be careful when they’re in packs.
It sometimes crosses our minds that Thailand isn’t all that made for walking around, and dogs are one of the reasons.
That said, it’s not uncommon to see them chasing bikes or scooters. Cars, though? Much rarer—they’re too big.
It seems Thais prefer to give their dogs freedom by not locking them behind gates. Though sometimes the gate is closed, the little side door is wide open. Oh, and sometimes there’s no gate in front of the property, or it’s been full of holes for years.
You’ll often see dogs sleeping on the roadside, sometimes right on the road. When you approach, they move aside nonchalantly—or not at all. It’s less funny when they suddenly appear from thick vegetation, reminding visitors not to drive too fast. As a result, you’ll notice that dogs with injuries or missing legs aren’t that rare.
Since they believe in reincarnation and respect for all forms of life, they don’t chase dog packs away too much, and they don’t sterilize them enough. When you see a small pack roaming freely in the countryside, you think twice about running into them at the edge of a field.
A darker side of this is that euthanasia isn’t often practiced. Twice, we saw dogs at death’s door in temples, enduring terrible suffering with no one to help. The image (and the smell) of one of them, agonizing and exuding the stench of death, still comes back to me sometimes.
Some of you may have seen the YouTube vlog of a French woman living in Phuket who was given a little pig by her Thai friends. The animal, well-fed, quickly became a happy and enormous beast with its own garden. Yet it didn’t take long for it to fall seriously ill and become incurable. In her video, the French woman described how difficult it was to find a vet willing to perform euthanasia.
You’ll often see bowls by the side of the road. Thais leave food and water there for stray cats and dogs. Overall, they have a big heart for animals.
If you ever pop into a shopping mall, you might see people pushing their small dogs in strollers. It’s not just for fun—these strollers are provided for customers to put their pets in, otherwise you can’t bring them inside. It looks a bit odd when you expect to see a baby.
With my girlfriend Christelle, we’ve chosen South Africa for our first trip to Southern Africa, focusing on safaris—after a long debate with a Cape Town/Kruger combo.
But that would’ve meant cutting out St Lucia, which would’ve been harder to fit into another trip.
And St Lucia—thanks to Michel and all those travel journals—we really wanted to go there.
So our 11-night itinerary ended up like this, mostly shaped by school holidays:
- 3 nights in St Lucia
- 1 night in Hluhluwe
- 1 night at Mkhaya Game Reserve (Eswatini)
- 1 night at Hlane Royal National Park (Eswatini)
- 3 nights in Kruger (Berg en Dal / Satara / Tamboti)
- 1 night at Shindzela Tented Camp in the Timbavati private reserve
- 1 final night in Kruger at Lower Sabie
All of this in the off-season and rainy season, just a month after catastrophic floods that killed over 150 people and seriously damaged Kruger’s infrastructure.
I’ll jump straight to St Lucia and skip the loooong journey to get there (with a layover in Frankfurt, landing in Johannesburg, a domestic flight to Durban, and the rest by rental SUV—First Car Rental, perfect, no complaints).
To motivate readers—especially some familiar faces here—I’ll drop in a first photo.
This trip had been on my mind for about fifteen years.
But the discomfort of overnight stays, the difficulty of communication, and the prices of the few car rental options kept making me postpone the project.
And then, everything suddenly fell into place—I told myself, it’s time!
The preparations took longer than usual; the destination is still far from mainstream.
A bit of Kazakhstan?
Not in the end.
The south or not the south?
Yes, in the end.
Pre-book or go with the flow?
Only two stops were a leap into the unknown.
To help me find the ideal route, I made great use of this forum (thanks to everyone for patiently answering my questions!), pored over travel journals and blogs (Christian, Jeff), zoomed in on Google Maps and Yandex, and bought the guide published by OunTravela about this destination (the guide has been updated since).
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You’ve got your passport, international driver’s license, bank cards, and euros?
Off we go to Lyon—just one night left before our early morning flight.
Tomorrow night, we’ll be sleeping in Bishkek!
(Steak for my partner’s mischievous nephews...)
You’ll find here a post with some practical information.
And here, the version of the travel journal without comments.
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As a supplement, the route track.
Not necessarily ultra-accurate since Google has serious gaps for this destination...
After as many weeks as I have fingers on my right hand, we're hitting the road again, fully recovered from our pharaonic adventure. Back in France to drop off our daughters (sorry, girls!), this time it's just the two of us, ready to be welcomed by a new destination. They say it offers one of the richest cultural heritages in the world for those willing to put in the effort. It's the land of the ancient Silk Road, where we'll follow a journey steeped in history and discoveries straight out of *One Thousand and One Nights*. A former Soviet bloc region independent only since 1991, we'll be walking in the footsteps of Genghis Khan, Tamerlane, Alexander the Great, Marco Polo...
Another fun fact about this country: it's strictly forbidden to import porn on your phone. True story. The same goes for painkillers! Unless it's about sodomy—though the two don’t seem connected, that’s just how it is. Don’t ask me why! Anyway, I’m getting off track. Here’s the big question: Where do you think we’ve just landed?... To give you a hint, the locals are known for being incredibly welcoming. No sooner said than done—our first taxi driver, proud to transport French travelers, refused to let us pay for the ride. Great vibes for these two weeks ahead. So, any guesses?
Uzbekistan!!!
January 2026
Here we go again for new adventures and the pleasure of sharing them with you here! First of all, I’d like to thank everyone who helped me with the preparations, even with some last-minute improvisations just days before departure. Thanks to Montagnard74, Jojoone1, Songsam, Attila, Dennis2, NadegerFERM, and the authors whose travel journals about Laos inspired me (Montagnard74, Muriel18, Mavietongs...).
In this story, written by Richard and illustrated by me, we’ll tell you about the journey of four friends: Catherine, Richard, Nathalie, and Bruno. A reinvented but overall successful trip, filled with discoveries and surprises, the scents of spices and frangipani flowers, (too) spicy food, sunsets, and... one big mess.
Preamble:
Africa was calling to me, so a year ago, with our usual travel companions, we decided to return to the continent we love so much.
Where to go?
Uganda quickly caught our attention—wildlife we’re used to seeing, plus gorillas and the shoebill we missed in Zambia.
We got in touch with Paul, who’s been mentioned several times on the forum back in September, booked our flight tickets, secured the gorilla permits, and by early October, the most important things were done.
We still had plenty of time to hold our "prep meetings" for the final itinerary.
Three days before departure, I sprained my ankle (my weak spot, as you’ll recall from our Colombia trip).
I wasn’t in great spirits, but after a year of waiting, nothing was going to stop me.
We’d see how it goes!
Off we went for our new adventures
Come along, I'm taking you to this country where it's so nice to wander and slow down...
This trip was in 2023, but when I wanted to write my travel journal, VF was still closed to contributions...
So, now that I've just finished my Japan travel journal here, I figured it was high time to honor this destination we came back from so enchanted.
Disclaimer 1: This is a written travel journal. There’ll be text! Too much, for some!
Disclaimer 2: This is an illustrated travel journal. There’ll be photos! Too many, for some!
I have to say, every time I try to discipline myself, to keep it shorter, to include fewer photos... I end up adding more. It feels like my dear Aunt Nicole, who exhausted us with her slide-show evenings in the 70s/80s, decided to take her revenge. The upside for you, readers, is that you can slip away anytime without offending Aunt Nicole. I won’t even notice!
Anyway, since I love maps, here’s one to give you an idea of where I’m taking you. As you can see, we only saw a tiny part of Laos (the areas circled in red); we only had 3 weeks for ourselves (my husband’s newly retired, I still work), and we prefer taking our time over rushing around like crazy.
In broad strokes, it was very classic:
First, we “settled in” at Luang Prabang (8 days), because we wanted and needed to.
From there, we took three days to venture a little further north—not far in kilometers, but as we know, distances aren’t just about km!
Then we flew south to Paksé, letting ourselves drift down to the 4,000 Islands while stopping by the pre-Angkorian archaeological sites.
We wrapped up with the Bolaven Plateau.
A few practical notes: We arrived via Bangkok, then took a Bangkok-Luang Prabang flight, having picked up our luggage in Bangkok to check it in for Luang Prabang. No issues—the Bangkok airport, which many of you know, is very well organized.
We got our visas on arrival in Luang Prabang. Quick, but to be fair, we were on a “small” plane, and the big flights had arrived earlier, so we weren’t too crowded in line!
At the end of our trip, we didn’t fly out of Paksé but from the nearby airport in Thailand, Ubon Ratchathani (a 2.5-hour drive from Paksé), then Bangkok and Paris.
You’ll notice we skipped Vientiane to stay longer in Luang Prabang. That said, there’s now a high-speed train between Vientiane and Luang Prabang—good to know—and soon the (Chinese) train will go all the way to Bangkok and even Kuala Lumpur!
With that intro out of the way, let’s dive into the heart of the matter.
To be continued: Slowing down the pace... in Luang Prabang
I’d been wanting to discover Sulawesi for years. But then life happened—COVID, the cost of flight tickets, you name it. Long story short, years went by, but we finally set off as a family for a three-week trip in southern Sulawesi: Rammang Rammang, Rantepao, Sengkang, Bira, and Selayar.
I like to spend a good amount of time in the places I visit, giving myself the chance to really get to know the area and meet locals. So no island-hopping this time—just the south. But when I say "just," it’s not restrictive at all, given how rich this island is in landscapes, little encounters, and magical moments.
Wednesday 07/08 - Thursday 07/09:
We left Montpellier for what was supposed to be five flights, though we only took four to start, landing in Jakarta.
We picked up our luggage there to catch a flight to Makassar the next day. That’s the only way we could get an affordable ticket (702 €).
I won’t bore you with the flight details—there’s not much to say. We arrived at 7 PM and considered heading straight to Makassar that evening. But we opted for a recovery night before taking off again. Good thing we did, because my son’s suitcase was missing...
First contact with the locals was a bit stressful—a trip without your luggage isn’t exactly fun. But right away, a woman reassured us: the suitcase was just enjoying some extra time in Singapore. Maybe it was doing some last-minute shopping. Anyway, nothing serious—it was supposed to arrive at 9 AM the next day. That gave us some breathing room since our flight wasn’t until noon.
So off we went to our hotel (Days Hotel & Suites) near the airport. It was cheap (40 € for three rooms—my kids are older and need their space), but it wasn’t worth much more. The place had definitely seen better days. But no big deal—we were only there for the night, and... we got to watch France beat Morocco in the World Cup live at 3 AM. That’s what really mattered!
Friday 07/10: In search of the lost suitcase
First challenge of the morning: finding our missing suitcase. They sent us to the airport basement, to the staff entrance. We were greeted with smiles, and an airport employee led me through the underground corridors back to the baggage claim. Right on time at 9 AM, the suitcase arrived, just like they’d promised. We were finally complete!
Off we went to change terminals, grab a well-deserved meal, and board our fifth flight to Makassar.
Little side note: I struggled for a while trying to book domestic flights directly on the airlines’ websites with no luck. Without meaning to advertise (though I guess I am a little), I realized it’d be easier to use sites like tiket.com or Traveloka. That turned out to be a great choice—I even ended up booking hotels through them later in the trip.
12:40 PM: We were on our way to Makassar. First good news: we were the only tourists. Well, the only European tourists on the flight, anyway.
No, you’re not dreaming—the bag is full of... potato chip packets.
To each their own souvenirs, I guess...
When we arrived in Makassar, a driver was waiting to take us straight to Rammang Rammang: 250,000 IDR (12 €) to our guesthouse (Rammang Rammang House). Forget about meeting people on the bus—we were headed straight to the first stop of our trip, and it was already stunning.
My kids’ guesthouse:
Ours:
View of the little lake:
But not everything is straightforward around here.
I wanted to get a local SIM card for internet and calls. I found them expensive at Jakarta’s airport (20 € for 20 GB), so I decided to wait. Well, no luck in Rammang Rammang either. You can’t just buy one from the local shop—you need a Telkomsat store (they have the best coverage). So we’d have to wait for Rantepao to get Wi-Fi... When I say "local shop," I mean the little shack around the corner. No big deal—we’d find one easily in Rantepao for 5 € and 25 GB. So there we were, offline, just the four of us enjoying the amazing view.
Saturday 07/11: Rammang Rammang
We woke up early to the sound of wedding music blasting through the village (everyone’s invited!). Off we went to explore the area.
A little walking, a little boat ride (shared with a French tourist and a Polish one—yes, there *are* tourists here, just not many; 750,000 IDR for up to 8 people) through a lovely canal, and we discovered the karst site. It was peaceful and beautiful.
The river:
The karst site:
I hesitated about writing this travel journal...
This summer, we only did the classics (the 3 northern parks and Zanzibar) and let a local agency take care of everything from start to finish.
No craziness, no risks, no sleeping under the stars, no self-drive, no venturing off the beaten path, no incidents, and not even any delays in the pre-planned itinerary...
But don’t think we were disappointed!
The whole family (there were 6 of us) came back with smiles and memories of great moments spent together.
So, if you're looking for a "classic" way to discover Tanzania, this is the place to be.
Our 2-week itinerary:
- Arusha (1 night upon arrival)
- Tarangire (1 night)
- Ngorongoro (2 nights in Karatu then Irmisigiyo)
- Serengeti (3 nights in Robanda, Togoro Plains, and Seronera)
- Zanzibar Stone Town (1 night)
- Zanzibar Matemwe (3 nights)
- Zanzibar Jambiani (3 nights)
Okay, Palermo—we know it. We go there to marvel at the architectural wonders born from the Arab-Norman-Byzantine-Gothic mix. And rightly so. We also go to treat our taste buds to all kinds of delights, both savory and sweet. Again, rightly so. We go to succumb to the charms of Palermo’s women, their sun-kissed skin glowing with golden highlights. Still, rightly so. And all while fantasizing about a mafia we’ll never actually see. Anyway.
But you’ll also find street art everywhere, even in the historic center. Sometimes, you just need to step a few meters away from the main tourist highways like Cassaro, Via Maqueda, or the main arteries of the Ballarò, Capo, or Vucciria markets to stumble upon some amazing murals. Duck into one or two slightly grimy alleys, weaving past trash and crumbling walls, and you’ll find real gems.
For example, just 50 meters south of the main artery of the Mercato del Capo, there’s a great spot with dozens of murals in a tiny neighborhood of run-down mini-houses. You’ll find plenty more south of the Mercato di Ballarò, in the Albergheria (the grittier side, not the one near Cassaro). There’s some in Ballarò itself too, but it’s hard to spot when the market’s in full swing with stalls everywhere. La Kalsa isn’t left out either, nor is Vucciria—just step away from the restaurant-packed streets.
Here are a few examples that really caught my eye.
(In the heart of Albergheria, on a street every visitor walks down—lovely message from an unidentified artist)
We landed in Victoria Falls, Zimbabwe, and headed straight to Kasane in Botswana to pick up our car.
Our vehicle is a 4x4 because in Zambia, it's practically impossible to use anything else, especially in the national parks. I’ve already had the pleasure of visiting South Luangwa National Park—it’s one of the reasons for this trip, the main one being to travel in Africa with one of my sons.
First stop: Livingstone on the banks of the Zambezi River. Along the way, we discovered a lovely restaurant at Socrates with a super-friendly owner (we’ll actually stop there again on our way back). We spent our first night in the rooftop tent after a stunning sunset, accompanied by the grunting of hippos in the river.
The next day, we set off early, heading to Kafue NP. In fact, we’ll always leave early—waking up between 5:00 and 5:30 AM and hitting the road an hour later. Kafue is a lesser-known park, mostly forested, and the animals are skittish because they’re not used to human presence. We crossed the park from south to north and came across various antelopes. Near Lake Itezhi-Tezhi, there are plains where wildlife is easier to spot.
After Kafue, we headed to South Luangwa. This journey requires stops in Mumbwa and Petauke. Two pleasant stops where we found lodges (a nice change from the rooftop tent) at affordable prices and met welcoming people.
For me, South Luangwa is Zambia’s most beautiful park—the river is stunning, the landscapes are gorgeous, and there’s a wide variety of wildlife, including, of course, big cats. A tip for those, like us, who aren’t with a guide: if you’re staying near the park for several days, don’t hesitate to do a "game drive" to scout out where the animals are so you can return the next day with your own vehicle. Of course, in the dry season, you’ll want to focus on waterholes to see the animals—and you’ll need a bit of luck too. The elephant population is growing, and we were lucky enough to see around sixty elephants crossing the Luangwa at dawn, spread across several groups. South Luangwa is the westernmost point of our trip, and we’re now heading east to Lower Zambezi.
Lower Zambezi is Zambia’s side of Mana Pools on the Zimbabwe side. We took a boat ride on the Zambezi to see elephants, hippos, crocodiles, and a multitude of birds living along the water and on the river’s islands. The sunset there is also magnificent.
To explore the park, we followed the waterways parallel to the Zambezi, mostly on the western side (see our route). Lower Zambezi is the last park we visit, and the final leg of our trip will be Victoria Falls.
Victoria Falls—or Mosi-Oa-Tunya ("The Smoke That Thunders")—are truly impressive, even during the dry season. We saw the falls from both countries: in Zambia for the overall view and the bridge that serves as the border, and in Zimbabwe to get as close as possible to the most spectacular parts of the falls.
This marks the end of our trip, which, despite a blown tire on the road, went off without any major issues. Zambia is a beautiful country that immerses you in wild, still-preserved nature.
From Southern Shikoku, between land and sea, to the blue waters of Miyakojima and finally Tokyo’s megacity
Hi everyone,
I have to admit, I really hesitated before deciding to write this travel journal... Writing one takes a lot of time and energy, and since this is my 4th trip, I wondered if it would actually interest anyone other than myself (both for the discovery and the writing). But after a few "Are you going to write a journal?" requests and especially the renewed pleasure from reading other travelers’ travel journals about Japan or elsewhere on this forum or elsewhere, I’ve decided to share this 4th installment in the Land of the Rising Sun here.
The itinerary:
27 full days, from late May to late June 2025, right in the middle of the rainy season, including:
-->13 days in Shikoku, from Kochi (Kochi Prefecture) to Matsuyama (Ehime Prefecture)
-->7 days in Miyakojima (Okinawa Prefecture)
-->7 days in Tokyo
The trip was decided on fairly last-minute this year, as usual.
I regularly check flight prices to track fluctuations for this destination, even without concrete plans. Finding a slightly cheaper direct flight (900 €) than what I’d seen in previous months (around 1,200–1,400 € on average) for a Paris-Tokyo route with Japanese airline ANA was too tempting to resist the urge to return to this enchanting country. After long hesitations between exploring the San’in region (Matsue, Tottori, Yamaguchi) and southern Shikoku, the decision was made—I took the plunge! The tickets are booked: Paris to Kochi with a layover in Tokyo, all with ANA, the airline I’d been dreaming of... for 1,120 € per person. Okay, it’s not cheap, but it’s still better than in 2023.
We leave in 2 weeks!! Now it’s just a matter of getting everything ready!
Intense work ahead in these 2 weeks to:
finalize a more precise itinerary and reach an agreement—yep, because even though we both love Japan, our preferences differ slightly, and we have to choose between exploring new places or taking time to revisit beloved spots...
decide how much time to spend in each selected area without rushing while still exploring
research places that might interest us and watch videos about Japan
book accommodations: yes, it’s possible to do this on the spot as we go, but last year, we noticed that last-minute options were pretty expensive, so we’re booking ahead—even if it means keeping a few options open while we decide or see if better deals pop up later
reserve rental cars
order yen
check the weather regularly and wonder if choosing the *tsuyu* (rainy season) was really a good idea—and whether we’ll be stuck in non-stop rain???
What a tough job, right? Traveling to Japan for a month—such a hard life!
Despite this being my 4th trip, the excitement is just as intense as the first time.
The only small downside is that when we booked the flight tickets, there were only a few seats left, so we’re only sitting together on the international return flight. Plus, on the outbound flight, we’ve got the middle seats.
Another lingering question: what French-language films will be available? According to the internet, the selection seems limited.
Oh well, these are just minor details—it’s almost time to fly!
PS: I’ll be posting slowly and irregularly... so for those interested, be patient or maybe set an alert...
Before Our Departure
Preparing for this trip started 9 months before our departure in June. For those planning a similar itinerary, it’s important to book accommodations well in advance, especially in the Okavango and Savuti campsites—otherwise, you might not find any availability.
Introduction
After visiting Zambia three years ago and Namibia and western Botswana a year and a half ago, this year we chose Zimbabwe (Hwange NP) and the northern half of Botswana.
Our flight from Paris was to Victoria Falls with Ethiopian Airlines, with a layover in Addis Ababa. We rented a 4x4 from Bushlore in Kasane, complete with two rooftop tents since there are four of us on this adventure. Bushlore picked us up from our guesthouse to collect our 4x4 and, most importantly, gave us a rundown of the vehicle and its equipment. Pay close attention to what they tell you—it could be crucial if something goes wrong, as it did for us during the trip.
Our Itinerary
We arrived on June 12th at noon. At Victoria Falls Airport, we got our double-entry visa right away—I’d already pre-booked it online on the site https://www.evisa.gov.zw/.
Since our vehicle was in Botswana, we had to cross the border from Victoria Falls into Botswana for the first time.
The next morning, Bushlore picked us up from our guesthouse to collect our 4x4. After completing the formalities, we headed toward Zimbabwe and the town of Victoria Falls.
We woke up early the next morning to be at Victoria Falls at sunrise. The scenery was stunning, but since it was the start of the dry season, the Zambezi was still high, so the falls had a strong flow. This made it hard to fully appreciate their beauty.
In the early afternoon, we left for Hwange NP, where we stayed for 4 days. Two days at Gwango campsite near Dete, followed by two days at Robins Camp. We expected to see more animals at Robins, but that wasn’t the case. In Hwange, we didn’t spot any predators, but we did see plenty of mammals (buffalo, elephants, giraffes, zebras, and antelopes).
After a few days in Zimbabwe, we crossed back into Botswana at Pandamatenga. We stopped at Nata Lodge for a good night’s rest—driving on the dirt roads is exhausting.
We left Nata and headed toward Nxai Pan. The road was sandy but manageable. We made a small detour to admire some beautiful baobabs at "Baines Baobabs." Then we continued to our campsite, Nxai Pan South Camp. Keep in mind that many campsites in Botswana aren’t fenced (except for the shower/toilet areas), so animals can roam freely within the camp. Take precautions, especially after dark.
After our stop in Nxai Pan, we headed to Maun. We decided to break our journey in Maun before heading to Moremi and the Okavango Delta for three reasons: first, we needed to stock up on supplies and fuel for the next 5 days; second, our fridge had broken (luckily, Bushlore has a branch in Maun); and third, the drive from Nxai to our camp in Xakanaxa in the delta would’ve taken too long. I always avoid driving after dark.
We arrived at our Xakanaxa camp on June 21st in the early afternoon. Not wanting to waste time, we booked a boat ride on the Okavango Delta, leaving at 4:00 PM for a 2-hour sunset cruise. For those interested, to the right of the Xakanaxa X1 site, there’s a sign for boat rides. The organizer is very professional and offers prices that are nothing like those of the lodges.
It was a beautiful ride through the delta with a stunning sunset. Being on a boat is much more relaxing than driving on the dirt roads. That didn’t stop us from doing self-drive safaris the next morning and late afternoon, though.
Then came the time to leave the delta and head toward Savuti, a much drier region. And that’s when the toughest part of our trip began. First, we decided to go up via Khwai. The rainy season was over, but the area was still marshy. We had to cross a few small water patches, testing the depth to make sure we could get through. Luckily, a sign on the road pointed us toward a drier route. We reached Khwai without any issues, but then we made a major mistake. Instead of taking the main track toward Mababe Gate to reach Savuti Camp, we took a straight path north and then a right turn to get to our camp. Bad call—we got stuck in the sand, with one rear wheel buried halfway and a front wheel off the ground. We were genuinely scared we wouldn’t get out, especially since we were on a deserted track, 20 kilometers from our destination, with night falling in two hours. This is where paying attention to the vehicle instructions really paid off—we had to use the jack to get out of the mess. The result: we arrived at Savuti campsite just before dark (Distance: 146.3 km, Duration: 9 hours, 56 minutes, and 3 seconds, Average speed: 14.7 km/h, tracked with Osmand). At reception, the staff couldn’t understand how we’d gotten there—we hadn’t passed through any of Savuti’s reserve entry gates.
The next morning, no one felt like driving, so we did a game drive with a guide. I don’t know if it was some kind of reward, but the outing was amazing. We saw three lions and, best of all, a pack of African wild dogs that we had time to admire and photograph. The next day, we did a short self-drive and found one of the lions from the day before drinking at a waterhole. That was the end of our Savuti adventure.
Now we’re heading to Kasane. We returned our vehicle and settled in for our last two nights there. The next morning, since we no longer had a car, we decided to do one last early-morning game drive in Chobe NP. It turned out great—we followed two brother lions and saw plenty of other mammals. The only downside of Chobe is the number of tourists, which was a change from the other parks we’d visited. That said, we’re tourists too, so...
In the evening, we took one last boat ride on the Chobe River to end on a high note with a beautiful sunset.
After a good night’s sleep and plenty of wonderful memories, landscapes, animals, and emotions, it was time to leave. We left early in the morning with the same taxi company as before to cross the border into Zimbabwe one last time and head to the airport, where we took off to return to France.
We all have two lives. And the second one kicks off the day you realize you only have one, with the determination to spend the time you have left on what truly adds sparkle to your life, Kevin! I like to elegantly introduce a trip with a philosophical quote. First, it gives you the illusion that I’m some kind of deep thinker, and second, it lets me fill up the first few lines of my blank page when I don’t know how to tell you I’m diving back into what really lights up my life: another adventure beyond the horizon! And nearly every other year, like a toxic relationship, my horizon tends to take shape in Uncle Sam’s backyard. And this, despite his cousin Donald calling the shots. Speaking of which, it was partly that impulsive guy who pushed us to be just as impulsive and snag our four flight tickets at a ridiculously low price—a direct result of foreign tourism taking a hit from BetaMax’s repeated antics... Four tickets? Who are the other lucky ones? In this case, our lucky ones are actually lucky ladies: My Flo, always up for exploring the world with me on foot, camelback, or scooter, is obviously in on the fun. The other two seats went to our daughters, Sasha and Luna, both thrilled to be part of this new American adventure...
But what’s the American West like in February?... A gamble. Let’s call it Russian roulette since we’re not landing during peak weather season. That’s why we encouraged our transportation and accommodation to get cozy and produce a little camper van, so we can stay ultra-flexible in the face of any weather tantrums. We’ll be roaming in Kara the van with the motto "Follow the sun!" Bad weather? We bolt. Snow? We speed up. Sunny? We act like it was the plan all along and soak it up.
"Okay, but why keep coming back to the same corner of the globe? After ten American adventures, you must be tired of seeing the same things, right?" But I’m not crazy, you know!... The American West is like making love to your gorgeous wife over and over, always enjoying it just as much. And contrary to what you might think, the American West isn’t just the Grand Canyon, Monument Valley, Las Vegas, and Bryce Canyon. Proof is, after ten trips to the U.S., my retinas are still untouched by three-quarters of the places I scribbled on a napkin for this adventure... Oh, and add to that my wife, who I’ve easily converted to my religion, and boom... relapse is even easier! Because yes, we’ve landed in Los Angeles after a sunny flight over Greenland, still under Danish flag for now. And we’re already heading east through the XXL traffic of L.A.’s eight-lane highways, eager to dive into our first discoveries. But first, night is taking over the sky, and second, we’ve been officially awake for 24 hours, so I suggest wrapping up this intro. I’ll tell you more tomorrow morning. Sound good?
This travel journal aims to help future travelers (well, I hope so!), since there’s so little information available about this remote archipelago. Big thanks to Lolodesiles and Ayis for answering my questions while I planned this trip!
Context
This is our fourth trip to Indonesia as a couple—after Java-Bali in 2011, Flores-Komodo in 2013, and Sulawesi in 2016—each time for three weeks. It’s also our tenth trip to Southeast Asia overall.
We’re traveling like we have in previous years: with a rough itinerary that often changes based on who we meet, tips from other travelers, how tired we are, or what we’re feeling in the moment. In the Moluccas, it’ll change constantly, mostly depending on transportation.
Our only accommodation booking: the first few nights in Ambon when we arrive.
Planned route (to be refined on the spot): Ambon - Banda Islands - Lease Islands - Ternate - Tidore - Halmahera (between Sofifi and Tobelo) - Morotai and the neighboring unnamed archipelago.
Flights: Lyon-Paris-Singapore on Air France (428 € round-trip), with good meals, champagne, and wine (we like our little comforts when going on vacation 😏). Then Singapore-Jakarta-Ambon on Air Asia and Garuda.
Return flight: Ternate-Jakarta-Singapore on Lion Air, with a 3-day stopover in Singapore before heading home.
Episode 1: Ambon to Banda
Our guesthouse, booked two days before departure, is 45 minutes from Ambon Airport, near Natsepa Beach (northeast of Leihitu). It’s a pretty average beach—quiet on weekdays but packed on Sundays (we saw the difference). It’s lined with warungs.
This rainy day helps us readjust to the atmosphere of this country we love so much.
Our “Solim Guesthouse” is a lovely house with a living/dining room and garden, costing 15 € per night for two, including a hearty breakfast.
Dinner is at Gaba Gaba, a great restaurant just a short walk away, right by the water, recommended by our host. Fun fact: it’s in the Lonely Planet, and it might be the only LP-listed spot in the Moluccas that actually matches the description (the others either don’t exist or have nothing to do with what’s advertised 😠).
For the next two days, the super-friendly owner lends us his scooter. We set off to explore the coastal villages in northern Leihitu (the western part of Ambon Island, which has a weird shape).
Laundry and trucks washed in the same stream.
Liang Beach, described as the island’s most beautiful, is almost gone (climate change or something else?), but the colors are magical.
We continue 25 km toward a snorkeling spot our host recommended, taking a gorgeous, deserted little road through tiny villages in clove plantations (oh, those unforgettable scents!), stunning coves, and dense forest.
We’re greeted dozens of times with “Hello Mister”—a daily routine in the Moluccas. Every time we stop, we pose for photos to be saved on locals’ smartphones. They don’t see tourists often.
We ask for directions to the snorkeling spot (not easy—we only know basic Indonesian like *Selamat pagi*, *siang*, *sore*, and other polite phrases). Not many people know where it is (especially since we never know which village we’re in), but we eventually reach a small village that seems to be the right place. 🙂
We ask a local to take us there by boat (it’s not reachable by land).
The spot is at most 100 meters long, but the coral is in good condition (apparently not dynamited by fishermen, unlike in other parts of this beautiful country where fishing methods are destructive and nature pays the price 😠). The fish are plentiful and diverse. It’s a great start before heading to Banda. We’re happy to have the place to ourselves… though we don’t yet realize we won’t see a single tourist for the rest of the trip!
After two days of rest, we head to Tulehu Port in the morning, aiming for the Banda Islands. We know the journey is often tricky: the Pelni ferry runs twice a month but doesn’t match our dates, the 10-seat Suzi Air plane is always full (you can’t book—you have to show up on Mondays and Fridays), and it’s often canceled due to weather. So we opt for the Tuesday speedboat (which also gets canceled if there are waves or wind), with the next one on Saturday.
We’re used to Indonesian ports—crowded, rusty boats, no English speakers—but we still feel lost. When I ask about the speedboat to Bandaneira, people gesture wildly, someone takes me to the “harbor office,” then tells me there’s no boat, others try to sell me tickets, and some just say, “No boat.”
Luckily, an English-speaking local approaches us and confirms the speedboat is broken. The next one will be Saturday *if* it’s fixed—otherwise, even later. 🤪 😠
We’re crushed. We came here for the Banda Islands… 🙁
We decide waiting five days for a maybe-boat isn’t an option, so we decide to head straight to North Moluccas, which was planned for later. We’re so disappointed we don’t even want to stay in the area. The Lease Islands don’t appeal to us despite what we’ve read, and Seram would deserve its own trip with its remote mountain tribes.
Huge disappointment—we’d been dreaming of Banda for months, with its incredible drop-offs like Bunaken, its islands covered in nutmeg trees, etc. I’d read that Banda is in the world’s top 5, alongside Bunaken (amazing—we went in 2016), Komodo (incredible—we went in 2013), Sipadan, and another spot I’ve forgotten.
We take a taxi back to Ambon (45 minutes) to a travel agency to buy plane tickets to Ternate. There’s a daily ATR72 flight at noon—perfect timing.
Ambon is the capital of South Moluccas (or Central, depending on who you ask!) with 300,000 people. The city doesn’t seem unpleasant, but we don’t stop.
On the plane, there are only about ten passengers for 72 seats. The flight attendants are stunning, as always with Wings Air—clearly, they’re hired for their looks. 😊
Stopover in Bacan—a runway in the middle of coconut trees serving a tiny town—then we fly over countless volcanoes, the last one towering over Ternate.
Bonjour,
De retour sur le forum - et première rédaction d'un espèce de carnet de retour de notre 4ème voyage en Indo.
Contexte : une trentaine de jours, en scooter et en duo, sur Florès (et une petite incursion dans l'archipel de Solor, plus précisément à Lembata (chut, faut pas trop en parler !!!), qui donne envie d'en faire beaucoup plus là bas malgré les infrastructures sporadiques), en partie dans des destinations déjà bien connues du forum (la classique Ruteng / Bajawa / Riung / Moni voir baie de Maumere) ... et qui ne parlera pas du PN de Komodo ou de Wae Rebo, puisque nous n'y sommes pas allés 🏴☠️.
Texte en anglais (issu d'une autre plateforme). Sans nul doute, des traducteurs intelligents ou pas marcheront à merveille en cas d'anglophobie 🤪.
Disponible à toute fin utile pour des détails ou infos.
Equippement : Yam' Nmax 155 ; 2x saccoches cavalières (25L) + sac de selle (30L) + saccoche tunnel (15L pour le matos photo) ; casques et vêtements d'enduro amenés depuis la France.
Itinéraire : boucle depuis Labuan bajo jusqu'à Pulau Lembata ; juillet-août 2026
Road conditions graded from A (excellent) to D (very bad, at least for a Scooter… a CRF/KLX or even honda ADV would do better on that)
D1 : Labuan Bajo – Reok via Ranggoe, Rego & Tagol (130km ; 5hrs). Section LBajo – Rego (90 km ; B) is quite good tarmac, despite a lot of elevation with many small valleys and passes. Rego – Tagol (10km ; D) is a stone road (not gravel), some ascents & very poor condition ; necessary to lower tyre pressure. Tagol – Reok port (22km, quality depends considerably from D to B). Reok port – Towncenter : B. Night @Iffah Homestay (100k for fan room, mandi attached, no breakfast), simple but clean. Notes : path to danau Sano Limbung was closed ; access to Tiwu Pai & Wae Kuli (waterfalls) not permitted in july 2026.
D2 : Reok – Riung via Pota (105km ; 3h-3h30). The road is very narrow in some part, thanks to the uncut bushes (lowering visibility hence extra caution as animals/people can suddenly appear in a turn…) but generally good condition except many eroded sections and some unpaved ones. Grade C/B. 2 nights @Mentos (285k for AC room)
D3 : Boat tour in Riung (booked directly with a captain, 800k for two for private boat incl. lunch and NP fees) + sunset from Watu Mitong Riung (should not be missed).
D4 : Riung – Muku Saki via Mbay (around 100km ; 3h30). Quality varies from A in the vicinity of Mbay to eroded sections (C) in secluded places. Night @Sao Paolo Homestay (250k for fan room with mandi, maybe overpriced but nice house and great food). Note : if you happen to pass by Mbay on Saturday, the market is well worth a stop (cheapest Ikat on the trip : you’ll be asked normal prices providing you’re OK in Bahasa…)
D5 : Muku Saki – Tanjung Kajuwulu (near Ndete) (90km, 3h). Many patholes, eroded (C). Night at Déjà Vu Homestay (220k for a matress on the floor & outside mandi/toilets ; I woud define this as a tourist trap – the quote we had for food was double priced too…)
D6 : Tanjung Kajuwulu – Waiterang (east of Maumere, 55km , 1h30). Pathholes till maumere, then All good (TransFlores), C/A. Night at Sunset Cottage (new concrete room, very serene place ; 270k for AC with bathroom ; much prefered Sunset over Lena House (more customers, more built up).
D7 : Waiterang – Larantuka via Boru and Eputobi (TransFlores ; grade A ; 115km / 2h40). Particularly liked the drink stalls (marked as Rest Area Eputobi) and the out of order aquatic park just before Larantuka (obyej wisata waiplatin). Night @ Dewy Onong Homestay, which is not advertising itself as Larantuka Beach Homestay as some contributor signals here and on goole maps review. Best breakfast of the trip (Cumi Cumi !!!) ; 275k for AC room with bathroom.
D8 : Local Boat (Kapal Kayu) from the main port to Lembata (Lewoleba). Departure 8am ; price 60k/head + 50k for the bike. Stop enroute on Adonara (where we did not stop due to fights between communities). Night @Elmany Homestay (275k for AC room with bathroom, fan room with shared bathroom also available). Whole afternoon at Pantai Hadakewa, fantastic place (good snorkeling, great views of Ile Api aka Gn Lewotolo). Road condition : A (did not expect the TransLembata to be that good…).
D9 : Loop around Ile Api (50km, 2hrs), anticlockwise. Stops enroute at Situs Tulang Paus (whale squeletton), pantai Jotona, pantai Wena (we expected to snorkel from there, but wind was very strong that day), situs Watu Nale, Selat Sonia. The western coast is far less interesting. Road conditions : bad (C) on the eastern side (up to Riangbeda), good (B/A) afterwards. Night @Elmany Homestay.
D10 : Lewoleba – Lamalera via the western and south coast (70km, 2h30). Good road (B) for roughly the first 55km (up to Tapobali), then eroded track for the last 15km (in some parts steep and dangerous) up to Lamalera (D/C). Notes : 1/ Kuma resort denied us the entry for some drink ; 2/Pantai Waijarang « complex » is abandonned but closed with fences ; you can still sneak in ; 3/ some reports advise to skip Bukit Cinta (foreigner entry fee) for Bukit Doa Watomiten (stations of the cross) ; well Bukit Cinta has also been abandonned (well spent money…sic) but remains opened with structures falling (quickly) appart. Night @Lamalera Inn (200k per head including meals ; very basic fan room + attached mandi). Planned 2 nights, spent only one, as it’s the only tenant I had difficulties with (only interested in money, initially stated crazy prices, starts loud music at 6am … and drinking moke at 8am…)
D11 : Trip to Wulandoni for the Barter Market (Saturday only). Bad road (C) along the coast. Had to report at the Kantor upon arrival, which quite surprisingly asked 100k per person (foreigner) to go inside the (outside) market. Other « local » tourists (a group from Jakarta) were not asked to pay. Well, since a market is a public space and not a zoo, we refused payment and enjoyed the activity from the kopi stall next to it. Returned then to Lamalera for the catches of the day, then to Lewoleba via the mountain road (45km, 2 hours). First 10km to Puor is in very bad condition and uphill (D/C). The remaining is on a newly constructed road (A). Note : Air Panas Sabutobo is abandonned and falling apart (again…) but there are still some water pipes along the river that you can enjoy (depending how lucky you are, just with the forest sounds as companion). Night @Elmany Homestay
D12 : Chill day alond the northern coast (Batu Payung, Pantai Hadakewa with lot of snorkeling, drove till Wailolong and backtracked to Pantai Lewolein for more snorkeling (nice canyons there !) and another fantastic sunset over Ile Api (see GMaps pictures)). Night @Elmany Homestay
D13 : Monday weekly market at Pada, southwest of Lewoleba. Renowned but honnestly dont plan any itinerary specifically for it, just an ordinary Kampung weekly market. Returned to Larantuka and Flores with the 12pm local boat (the same boat that leaves from Larantuka at 8am). Same prices as the first leg. Night @ Dewy Onong Homestay
D14 : Larantuka – Waiterang along the northern coast (100km, 3h) via Pantai Kawaliwu, Tewuk Lewokluok (trail is easy to find, very nice snorkelling in a lagoon), Pantai Lato (to my opinion the most beautiful beach on Flores and you’ll be the only visitor, as opposed to Pantai Koka) and Pantai Hia, until rejoining the TransFlores near Nebe. Grade C on the costal eroded road / track. 3 nights @Lena Guesthouse (booked ahead as it fills up quickly, but we prefered its neighbour Sunset Beach Guesthouse)
D15 : Snorkeling trip organised by Lena Guesthouse (200k per head excluding NP fees and lunch)). The drop-off near Pulau Babi is a very nice spot.
D16 : scooter day trip around the Egon Range (too lazy to hike it…), through nice Sikka villages (route : Watublapi, Umauta, Bola, pantai Doreng, Nakatoli, foot of Gn Egon, Air panas Blidit). The track from Natakoli to the foot of Gn Egon is very steep, damaged and wet (with moss) ; I would recommend not to attempt that in case of bad weather.
D17 : Waiterang – Moni (130km, 3h30, transflores grade A/B) via Pantai Koka (refused to pay the mafia entry fee…) and Jopu (some rumah Adat Lio). Stopped at Museum Bikon Blewut, south of Maumere. Very nice artefacts (especially wooden statues from Papuan, great ikat collection) although very disorganized and sadly non-visited (hence masterpieces fall into oblivion). 2 Nights @Liahz Lodge (150k for fan room, basic bathroom… but right next to Air Panas Liasembe (free, no closing time) !!!).
D18 : Sunrise from Kelimutu with a nice weather (stayed until 8.30am). I don’t know if the sunrise is really worth it (lot of people ascending and watching the sunrise – a lot but nothing compared to e.g. Gn Bromo), nearly everyone going down around 7am, then there is virtually nobody. Trip (20km one way, good road B) to Kampung Adat Nggela (Lio). Although the village is habited and mostly out of the beaten path, I have mixed fillings due to the fact that most ladies (some are pushy) try to sell you (bad) pieces of ikat.
D19 : Moni – Ende via Detusoko paddy fields, Kampung Adat Saga (Lio) and Puncak Ndona ; 75km 2h30. We really liked Saga (nice setting on the mountain, friendly villagers, no selling, mix between traditional and more modern houses in that lively village). Sunset from Bukit Raja, on the peninsula with a 360 view on Gn Iya, Gn Meja Kota Ende and the mountains behind. Note : at the end of the road (search for Gunung Meja Tourist Info Center), there is a (sand) track leading to the path. 1/ only intend the track if you have off road driving experience ; 2/ dont trust the walking time stated by Maps.me. Took us 45mins on a steady pace to reach the summit. Night @Hoja Homestay, 300k for a comfortable AC room with bathroom.
D20 : Ende – Bajawa, via Air Panas Mengeruda ; grade A, 120km, 3 hours. Note : don’t plan to short in Mengeruda (Soa), very easy to spend a half day there, especially if playing with local kids. Stay @Cinnamon GH, 250k for double with fan and hot shower (cheaper options with shared hot shower availlable).
D21 : First day in Bajawa : Watu Nari Wowo (Avatar Hill, sic…), Kampung Adat Ngada Tololela & Gurusina (very very friendly people, complementary views of Gn Inerie & Wolo Deru). Sunset from Puncak Manulalu (well… Heaven’s door Bar & Restaurant)
D22 : Second day in Bajawa : Kampung Adat Ngio (hardly visited, best view on Gn Inerie), Air Panas Malanage, Kampung Adat Bena (the most visited Ngada village (after Bela ?) in the area, we went there at the end of the afternoon to avoid tours, early morning would be fine too), and Gunung Wolobobo for a terrific sunset
D23 : returned to Gunung Wolobobo for sunrise with Gn Ebulobo in the distance (search for a track on the eastern slope, near the communication antenna). You can circuit the rim to the usual viewpoint (westside, sunset spot), the path is easy to find. Then took again the road to Aimere, visiting Kampung Adat Belaraghi enroute (the setting is maybe less rewarding than all the previous villages). 56km ; 1h30. The road to Belaraghi is fine, except the final part.
D24 : Aimere – Ruteng (105km, 3h30). Nice detour by the paddy fields of Wodo (southwest of Golo Loni) of Sunset from Golo Curu (nice encounters with locals). Night @Tange GH, 130k for room with outside (private) bathroom, no breakfast.
D25 : Surroundings of Ruteng (paddy fields north and east of ruteng ; Maps.me has funny tracks starting from Kenda), and the rather pleasant city itself (pasar, churches, lapangan). We finally skipped Liang Bua.
D26 : Ruteng - Labuan Bajo (130km, 3h30). No visits of the waterfalls close to the TransFlores (entry fee (with bule prices) + mandatory guide etc…). Sunset from Bukit Hercadi with very few locals (Bukit Sylvia & Bukit Amelia, just south, were packed). 2 nights @Wellamas Homestay, away from the harbour and its advantages/disadvantages. 230k for comfortable AC room with hot shower.
D27 : New road to Golo Mori Convention Center (another big money well spent…), with nice views on the strait separating Flores from Pulau Rinca. Some empty beaches (e.g. Pantai Pasir Pajang ; we were there on a weekday perhaps frequented by people from LBajo only). 30km (40 mins) one way, perhaps the fastest road of Flores…
D28 : Morning on the peninsula north of Labuan Bajo before taking a flight to Jakarta in the afternoon. On Google maps, the asphalt road only goes to Teras Langit ; it now (august 2026) continues to Puncak Basok and is still in progress towards the eastern part of the peninsula. On the way back, two other nice Bukit where you can enjoy nice views on the bay (and the resorts…) : Bukit Lontar & Bukit Beta. Note : we only found one public (and nice and quiet) beach in the area ; tagged as Sunset Point Beach on Gmaps. All the rest was closed by fences ; they are privately owned (although the Indonesian consitution grants the coastline as public space).
We're a family of five: one dad, one mom, and three kids aged 10, 15, and 18.
Before diving into each stop in more detail, here are a few general thoughts:
We wanted to sample a bit of everything Japan has to offer in terms of landscapes, accommodation, and transport. We were after walks, temples, restaurants, shopping, and some downtime—but no "all-inclusive experiences" or museums for this first visit.
Three medium-sized (60x42x25) canvas suitcases, plus a duffel bag and a few small backpacks. 23 kg in the hold on the way out, 60 kg on the way back. 36 kg of shopping, without even trying. I think this is the maximum suitcase size if you don’t want to stress on the Shinkansen: they fit easily in the overhead racks.
Round-trip with Cathay Pacific, layover in Hong Kong: no need to collect luggage in Hong Kong—we checked it in at departure and picked it up in Tokyo, and the same on the way back (checked in Osaka, picked up at our final destination). This let us explore Hong Kong without worrying about our bags. Food and entertainment were pretty good—meals included a little Häagen-Dazs on each flight, and the entertainment had way more Asian cinema than you’d find on a Western airline, which was a nice way to see how much weight Western culture carries in Asia.
The original plan was to fly directly from Ishigaki to Hong Kong, but due to Typhoon Dolphin, we had to cancel the Ishigaki leg. Cathay didn’t bat an eye about swapping the Ishigaki-HK flight for an Osaka-HK one, even though it was twice as long.
We were a bit too attached to the idea of ending the trip with some beach time and replaced Ishigaki with Shirahama. It was a mistake—we should’ve visited Hiroshima or spent a little more time in Tokyo instead.
Last February, I made a trip using "public transport" from France to southern Senegal via Spain, Morocco, Western Sahara, and Mauritania.
It’s a journey of about 5,000 km, where I took trains (as far as Marrakech), ferries (to cross Gibraltar and then to reach Casamance from Dakar), and mostly buses on the long desert straightaways. I hadn’t planned any stops in advance or booked any hotels, except for the very first train to Spain, which left plenty of room for the unexpected.
Why travel by land and sea? In recent years, flight-free travel has been gaining popularity. On social media, posts explaining how to cross Europe by train as quickly as possible go viral. Traveling without flying—and making sure people know about it—has become a great way to earn a badge of eco-responsibility: an essential totem for anyone wanting to prove both their dedication to the ecological cause and the wisdom of slow travel.
I haven’t flown in years, and this journey to West Africa could easily be filed under "responsible travel." But it wouldn’t be honest to say that: in reality, it wasn’t really my aversion to flying that motivated this long trek. I see overland travel primarily as a way to experience the world’s geography at a grounded, earthly pace—the pace of the locals. Besides, I’ll be flying back, which disqualifies any claim to being a model of sustainability.
So no eco-badge, and no adventurer’s badge either: you won’t find any heroic tales of camel rides in lost lands or mineral train wagons in this account (popular with influencers, the Mauritania iron ore train now attracts tourists from all over the world, turning "the experience" into something you "have to do at least once in your life"). This five-part story, written on the road, has no other ambition than to recount a journey through places and people, and to share the thoughts they inspire in me. As simply and, I hope, as humbly as possible.
I’m posting the episodes here, which you can also find on my blog (with more photos) at the following links:
Episode 1: Spain, from Avignon to Algeciras
Episode 2: Morocco, from Tangier to Tarfaya
Episode 3: Western Sahara, from Tarfaya to Guerguerat
Episode 4: Mauritania, from Guerguerat to Nouakchott
Episode 5: Senegal, from Rosso to Saloulou
To help those who might want to make the same trip, I’ve also put together a summary of the route with recommendations—you can read it at the end of the story and on the blog:
From France to Senegal Without Flying: Route and Itinerary Recommendations
Hello and welcome aboard this new travel journal!
We’re heading off to Ireland together—a country I’ve wanted to explore for a very long time.
The moment has finally arrived.
We’ll be traveling as a family—my wife, my husband, and our 7-year-old daughter.
Here’s our itinerary:
24/07: Flight from Marseille to Dublin, overnight in Dublin
25/07: Dublin, overnight in Dublin
26/07: Dublin, overnight in Dublin
27/07: Pick up rental car, drive to Dingle, overnight near Tralee on the peninsula
28/07: Visit the Ring of Kerry
29/07: Adare, Bunratty Castle, Galway, overnight in Outheragh, near Galway
30/07: Cliffs of Moher, overnight in Outheragh
31/07: Connemara, overnight in Outheragh
01/08: Drive to Sligo via Westport and Downpatrick Head, overnight in Sligo
02/08: Slieve League, Silver Strand Beach, Glencolmcille, overnight in Sligo
03/08: Drive to Derry via Glenveagh National Park, overnight in Derry
04/08: Giant’s Causeway, Dunluce Castle, Portrush, Derry, overnight in Derry
05/08: Drive to Belfast, visit Belfast, overnight in Lisburn (Belfast suburbs)
06/08: Game of Thrones filming locations: Dark Hedges, Carrick-a-Rede, Ballintoy, etc., overnight in Lisburn
07/08: Drive to the Wicklow Mountains, visit Wicklow Mountains National Park, overnight in Blessington
08/08: Drive back to Dublin and return to Marseille.
Cost breakdown:
Flights:
Outbound flights with KLM via Amsterdam for 3: 175 € + 40,000 Flying Blue miles (so essentially a free ticket)
Return flight with Aer Lingus for 3: 489 €
Rental car:
10 days booked with Enterprise via Carigami: 443 € including zero-excess insurance.
Accommodation:
Dublin: 3 nights at Maldron Hotel New Cross: 394 €
Tralee: 2 nights in a caravan (Ocean Trail Oasis): 292 €
Outheragh: 3 nights Airbnb, family room with private bathroom: 430 €
Sligo: 2 nights at Clayton Hotel: 456 €
Derry: 2 nights at Belfray Inn: 255 €
Lisburn: 2 nights at Temple Golf Club: 232 €
Blessington: 1 night at Baltyboys Lodges B&B: 158 €
That brings our total to 3,325 € for three.
On the ground, visits, fuel, and food cost around 2,500 €.
So this was quite an expensive trip.
A few price examples:
1 liter of unleaded fuel: 1.89 €
3-day pass in Dublin: 18 €
1 scoop of ice cream: 5 to 6.5 €
Castle visit: 15 € per person
A coffee: 3-4 €
A glass of wine at a restaurant: 8-10 €
A half-pint of Guinness: 7-12 €
Now, here’s the day-by-day account of our adventure in Ireland:
Our decision is our decision. And it’s firm and final. Next winter, our plane will spread its great wings toward the island of Ceylon! "Wait a minute... Ceylon... Ceylon... that name rings a bell, but I can’t quite place it on the globe Grandma gave me for Christmas! Ceylon... Oh right, I’ve got it: Ceylon is the name of my tea!" Exactly. But the name on your pretty tea box is also the one used until 1972 for this island nation, a speck on the Indian Ocean at the southern tip of the Indian subcontinent: Sri Lanka!
For this new adventure, I’m exceptionally leaving my Flo behind, cowardly replaced by a double dose of testosterone. To write the book of this journey with me, I’m bringing along my brother, who’s used to this kind of thing, and... a guest star: My model of resilience. My dad! All aboard! Or rather, all aboard our tuk-tuk! Yes, you read that right: A real tuk-tuk, a little colorful rolling box that putters along at two miles an hour. The idea? Well, Sri Lanka and its winding roads overlooking the vastness of lush nature are tailor-made for this kind of vehicle. And since it’s one of only two countries in the world that allow foreigners to rent and drive these mini speedsters, we’ll be crisscrossing the island in our two-square-meter rolling box. Plus, adopting this mode of transport is a surefire way to connect directly with the locals, who’ll surely be curious to see a foreigner driving their iconic vehicle. Not to mention the... let’s say... spicy anecdotes it might generate. I mean, heading into a subtropical zone with my jet-black dad and his unpredictable digestive flora while deliberately choosing the tuk-tuk as our *only* means of transport? That’s the winning combo for an unforgettable adventure! "More seriously, Dad, Sullivan, I’m already loving the idea of living this adventure together, the three of us—brothers and father..."
So, does the intro to this new adventure get your salivary glands going? Yes? Too bad. Because unfortunately, the program handed out by the lady at the entrance has been slightly... let’s say *crumpled*. Some might even say "scrunched up and nearly tossed in the trash." First, six days ago, as the countdown echoed in us like a call to adventure, Cyclone Ditwah grabbed Sri Lanka, played with it like a rag doll, and left it battered on the ground. The toll is devastating: over a thousand dead, thousands of homes wiped out by relentless rains, roads and railways swallowed by massive mudslides. A country wounded once again, after the civil war, the 2004 tsunami, and the post-Covid economic crisis.
But as if this weather disaster wasn’t enough to shake our unbreakable adventurer spirit, fate decided to mess with us further by cutting our trio down to two. The victim? My brother, violently turned away because of a simple date on his passport that didn’t match the border officials’ expectations. Return to sender!
So now it’s just the two of us allowed to board the Qatar Airways Airbus A380 for this trip. If he were here, Denis Brognart would say, "And in the end, only one remains!" Except I know you’ll be with us, following our adventures! Right?
Hello everyone, I’m happy to welcome you to this new travel journal.
We’re heading to Costa Rica together—a Central American destination that dreams are made of for many French travelers and attracts crowds from France.
It was the country’s wild nature and safety that convinced us to go, since we’re traveling with our 7-year-old little one.
We didn’t have much vacation time in February 2026 (only 12 days), so we optimized as much as possible.
Here’s the itinerary:
Wednesday, February 11: Flight from Marseille to San Jose via Paris and Atlanta
Thursday, February 12: Pick up the car, drive to Poas Volcano, visit La Paz Waterfall Gardens
Friday, February 13: Poas Volcano and drive to Manuel Antonio
Saturday, February 14: Manuel Antonio National Park
Sunday, February 15: Nauyaca Waterfall and Playa Linda
Monday, February 16: Drive to Monte Verde and Santa Elena Reserve
Tuesday, February 17: El Tigre Waterfall Reserve and Treetopia Park
Wednesday, February 18: Monte Verde Reserve with a guide and drive to La Fortuna
Thursday, February 19: Sloth guided tour, Observatory Lodge Park
Friday, February 20: Arenal Volcano National Park, Termalistas del Arenal hot springs, and night tour
Saturday, February 21: Return to San Jose, flight to Paris via Atlanta
Sunday, February 22: Arrival in Paris and flight to Marseille.
That gives us a solid 9 days in the country.
Budget breakdown:
Costa Rica is an expensive country, but no more so than France. However, almost all hikes and waterfalls are paid entry, which can really add up.
For meals, sodas (6–10 €) are cheaper than restaurants (10–20 € per dish).
Flights:
We chose Delta Airlines for the price: Marseille to San Jose was 740 € per person (modifiable, with checked baggage and seat selection included).
Other direct flights from Europe were priced between 1200 € and 1600 € with more restrictive conditions.
That’s 2220 € for the family.
Accommodations:
Alajuela, first night: 139 € (1 night) at Rodeo Estancia Boutique Hotel, with personalized airport pickup, transfer to the hotel, and a briefing from Vert Costa Rica agency the next day.
Poas: 66 € (1 night) at Cabañas Tierra Fértil (entire apartment).
Manuel Antonio: 394 € (3 nights) at La Palapa Ecolodge (hotel in the jungle).
Monte Verde: Chalet Aloha Monteverde Cloud Forest (2 bedrooms): 125 € (2 nights).
La Fortuna: Arenal Dream Garden (1 bedroom): 217 € (3 nights).
Total: 941 €.
Car rental:
I went through Vert Costa Rica agency (Vincent is a French expat who set up the agency in Costa Rica and makes great YouTube videos with useful tips).
I rented a 4x4 that was delivered to the hotel the day after arrival and returned at the airport before the flight. The total was 772 €, including full insurance (zero deductible), a child seat, and a phone with a Costa Rican SIM and WhatsApp. The rental company was Poas Rent a Car. The vehicle was well-maintained—no complaints.
Gas: 100 € for the whole trip (3 fill-ups).
Activities:
To get discounts, I bought the pass offered by Vincent, which paid for itself after just one activity. It cost me 30 € (promo since I rented the car through him).
Prices are for 3 people. I’ve added stars to rate them:
La Paz Waterfall Gardens ****: 112 €
Poas Volcano National Park *: 33 €
Manuel Antonio National Park ****: 35 €
Nauyaca Waterfall ***: 25 €
Santa Elena Reserve **: 45 €
El Tigre Waterfall Reserve ****: 141 € (with meal)
Treetopia (ziplining, suspension bridges) **: 250 €
Guided tour of Monte Verde Reserve ***: 113 €
Sloth guided tour (with breakfast) ***: 115 €
Arenal Observatory Lodge (with meal) ****: 102 €
Arenal Volcano National Park *: 34 €
Termalistas del Arenal ****: 20 €
Night tour ***: 116 €
Total: 1171 €.
Meals: 600 €
My favorite restaurants:
Poas: Food court Mercaditas in Fraijanes
Manuel Antonio (near La Palapa): La Langosta and also El Patio
Near Nauyaca Waterfall: Ricar2 el Avión
Between Manuel Antonio and Monte Verde: Soda D’Calle
Santa Elena: HG’s Food
Guadalupe (between Monte Verde and La Fortuna): Soda Río Piedras
Arenal Observatory Lodge restaurant
Arenal Oasis Ecolodge restaurant
Other expenses: 300 € (groceries for breakfast, drinks, ice cream, souvenirs, etc.)
Total overall: 6065 € (about 2020 € per person).
Now, here’s the day-by-day account of this beautiful trip.
In early March, full of carefree joy and happy to return to Morocco, we landed in Marrakech under the sun.
We spent just one night in Marrakech at the Hôtel Toulousain, as we did on our previous trip. And we booked our 3 nights for the end of our trip, the second half of March... Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! But we’re not there yet...
Our first goal is to reach Magdaz, a mountain village in the Tessaout Valley, sometimes called the lost valley.
We discovered the village of Magdaz on this forum, and we were charmed by the photos and comments from travelers who came before us.
The road is easy—it’s dry, and the tarmac takes us right to the village gates at over 2,000 meters above sea level.
We arrive in the afternoon and are left speechless by the beauty of the place. A jewel of Berber architecture! Perfectly restored granaries and kasbahs!
A young man from the village guides us on the visit and opens the doors to the terraces overlooking the village.
Several magnificent collective granaries have been beautifully restored. The warm colors of the stone capture the light wonderfully. It’s stunning!
We won’t find anything decent to stay overnight there, so we head back down a bit and settle in at the Assounfou guesthouse. Lovely welcome. The place is in excellent condition and very clean. It’s spacious, but we’re the only ones there.
First day full of promise!
Hi everyone,
We (two adults, 74 and 70 years old) had already shared a travel journal about our first trip to the Philippines in February/March 2019 on this forum (https://voyageforum.com/v.f?post=9377175;search_string=carnet%20philippines). We had visited Manila, the Banaue rice terraces, Sagada, the Visayas (Bohol, Siquijor, Dumaguette), and on our way back to Luzon, the Taal volcano before returning to France. Delighted by this trip, organized by the French-speaking agency Alizé, we decided to further explore this beautiful country, this time focusing on Coron and Palawan.
Before writing this journal, I should mention that these are personal comments and don’t reflect any differing opinions. Without any literary or photographic talent, I’ll stick to the facts and share a few details about the visits, hotels, and restaurants.
Preparations
We decided to return in mid-January 2025 and consulted three French-speaking tour operators to create a trip based on our wishes (places to visit, type of accommodation) and budget. Comparing three operators helped us weigh their advice and make our choices. Only our first operator respected the budget, a second came close, and the third proposed a slightly more upscale trip. In the end, we chose the agency from our first trip. Our discussions helped refine our itinerary, and when we reviewed it point by point, the document provided was perfect, full of great tips. The most debated point was a 3-day, 2-night cruise between Coron and Palawan. We were tempted but worried about being the only "older" travelers among younger people and feared two uncomfortable nights. Reassured by our tour operator, we finally opted for this "exploration." We’ll come back to that later.
Once the choice was made and dates set, we booked our international flights with Cathay Pacific for 750 € per person, which offers the best schedules (short layovers) at an acceptable price for flights arriving in Cebu. Our trip started on February 25 and returned to Paris on March 15.
International flights
The round-trip flights went smoothly. Cathay does the job well, without frills. The service quality seems to have slightly declined compared to our previous trips with them. Hong Kong Airport is huge but very practical.
Note that not all airlines serve Cebu.
Recommendation: Fill out your Philippine entry form within 72 hours before your flight. This can prevent issues with the airline (possible boarding refusal) and saves a lot of time upon arrival (see the Philippine embassy website).
Domestic flights
For our two domestic flights—Cebu to Coron and Puerto Princesa to Cebu—our tour operator chose Philippine Airlines and their propeller planes. No problems there.
Day 1:
We landed around 12 PM (local time) after 17 hours of travel. A driver was waiting for us at the airport exit and took us to our hotel, intentionally chosen near the airport (Mandaue, about 10 minutes away) to help us recover and get a good night’s sleep before our early morning domestic flight the next day. The Mayoo Hotel, reasonably priced, was perfect for this. Large, beautiful room in a new building—clean, comfortable, with a spa. We could relax by the pool on the 16th floor and enjoy the city view. The breakfast was exceptional, and the staff was smiling, attentive, and helpful. An ATM in the lobby allowed for withdrawals. However, the hotel is in a neighborhood with nothing to see or do. We dined at the Korean restaurant K-GOGI across from the hotel—a real attraction and a great discovery.
Day 2:
After a restful night, we were driven to the airport around 6:30 AM for an 8:10 AM flight from Cebu to Busuanga (Coron).
The flight was uneventful. Upon arrival, we paid 200 pesos per person for the Coron tourist fee before a 40-minute transfer to our hotel: Natura Resort, located outside the city in a secluded spot. The setting is stunning—a beautifully maintained tropical garden, a pleasant pool, and the option to book massages. The cottages are tropical-style with thatched roofs, simple and unpretentious.
The owner, who speaks French, told us that given the heat and our ages, climbing the 721 steps to the top of Mount Tapyas wasn’t necessary. She gave us a few rooftop recommendations to watch the sunset over Coron Bay. After a good swim in the pool and a meal at the resort’s pleasant restaurant, we hired a tricycle to go into town. We were told it costs 150 pesos one way, and depending on the return time, it could exceed 250 pesos. But our driver gave us his WhatsApp number and charged the same price regardless of the time. He just earned two days’ worth of customers.
He dropped us off at the port where bangkas (local boats) gather for day trips. It was the end of the day, so there was a rush. A few shops around the port sold waterproof bags for marine excursions at reasonable prices (compared to back home), after some bargaining. We wandered the town’s alleys looking for the Top Hotel, whose rooftop is famous. Indeed, it’s perfectly located to admire the sunset and enjoy a refreshing drink.
We dined nearby at a small Chinese restaurant, then just had to call our driver to head back.
The night wasn’t entirely restful—our hotel had a soundtrack of all the countryside animals, and it seemed they had no set bedtime! :