Ce carnet est la suite de nos aventures de septembre 2015 en Oregon et en Uath
première partie ici: voyageforum.com/...regon-utah-d7219644/
Après un vol très court de 1h15 vers Salt lake city on retrouve enfin de la chaleur et direction le loueur de voitures en face du terminal. Salt lake est un « petit » aéroport donc les loueurs ne sont pas dans un bâtiment loin de l’aéroport mais juste en face du terminal. Le problème est qu’il n’y a en général pas grand choix et là je ne peux même pas choisir la voiture sur le parking car on me fournit les clés au comptoir sans choix possible. Je récupère donc une Chevrolet traverse donc n’ayons pas peur des mots une voiture de merde et le pire SUV que j’ai pu avoir depuis que j’en loue. Il y a en plus sur le parking une Cherokee mais déjà attribuée que j’aurais préféré avoir même si le modèle 2014 de la cherokee, le premier de l’ère FIAT, est loin de valoir les modèles précédents en matière de franchissement. Le traverse est une AWD avec une roue galette (toujours mieux que rien). Dans la précipitation, je ne vérifie que les pneus arrière et nous ne le savons pas encore mais cela aura son importance pour le reste du voyage….
Après avoir fait les courses au Wal mart au bord de l’I15, nous arrivons à Hanksville après 4 petites heures de route où viennent également juste d’arriver Olivier et Virginie qui viennent eux de commerncer leur voyage par un backpacking dans White domes suivi d'un autre dans Boulder mail trail (lien vers leur carnet de voyage ici: http://voyageforum.com/v.f?post=7231520;page=last;#last) qu’ils ont parcouru du Boulder mail strip jusqu’à Escalante river trailhead. Après un bon diner au steak house local qui a changé de propriétaire (la dernière fois en 2013 ce n’était vraiment pas bon), il est temps de défaire les valises et préparer la voiture pour de nouvelles aventures plus sauvages dès le lendemain
Jour 12 : après un petit déjeuner copieux à la station service (inclus dans le prix de la chambre au whispering sands), nous faisons route vers le trail head de Hurst bridge, moi et lysiane dans notre voiture et Olivier et Virginie dans la leur, une jeep patriot qui est une bonne voiture mais uniquement 4x2 dans leur cas ce qui limite les escapades. D’ailleurs au bout d’à peine 1km de piste il ne pourra pas traverser un wash sablonneux et laisse sa voiture dans le wash. Avec le traverse cela passe en prenant de l’élan mais c’est juste. Nous voilà donc partis à 4 dans la voiture pour les 3 miles de pistes mais à la première difficulté, un petit wash de sable mou, la voiture s’ensable. C’est la première fois que cela m’arrive. Tout le monde descend, dégage le sable et met des pierres derrière les pneus mais rien n’y fait ce qui est un peu normal car au bout de quelques minutes je m’aperçois que je n’avais pas desserré le frein à main !!! ah ces satanés freins à main au pied…. Malheureusement même desserré, cela ne change pas grand-chose. La seule solution est donc de dégonfler les pneus. J’ai été bien inspiré d’acheter la veille un compresseur, la première fois également dans nos nombreux voyages. Avec la moitié de la pression en moins, là cela marche et j’arrive à m’extirper du wash en marche arrière. On se gare donc sur le bas côté et on fera les 2 miles de piste qui restent à pied. Si on l’avait fait dès le début on aurait évité de perdre quasiment une heure car c’est très long de regonfler les pneus avec un petit compresseur. La randonnée qui mène à Hurst Bridge n’est pas spécialement jolie et Ernies Bridge très petit.
Après environ 2h nous arrivons à Hurst Bridge qui est de bonne taille et correctement éclairé même si on est en plein midi.
Au moins on profite de l’ombre pour pique niquer car il fait assez chaud en cette première journée et cela change radicalement de l’Oregon. De retour à l’Hotel, Olivier me fait part de leur planning du lendemain pour aller explorer Happy canyon , un slot canyon très photogénique mais apparemment difficilement accessible par 16 miles de piste jusqu’à la dirty devil river. Vu les velléités de notre SUV hors piste, je décide d’annuler les 2 nuits à Green river pour aller à covert arch/la boca arch et five hole arch et de tenter de trouver un outfitter, via la patronne de l’hotel, qui nous emmène avec eux pour explorer ce slot canyon. Malheureusement, pas d’outfitter et je regrette de ne pas avoir fait un saut à Moab pour louer une jeep rubicon pour la journée du lendemain. Tant pis nous irons à Eagle canyon arch et nous anticiperons donc de 1 jour notre arrivée à Escalante
Jour 13 : Olivier et Virginie ont pas mal cogité la soirée dernière et ils ont d’une part renoncé à se taper les 16 miles de piste aller à pied pour accéder à la dirty devil river et ensuite au slot canyon (backpacking de 3 jours) et également de bypasser la piste par un sentier avec des passages vertigineux qui sont dangereux. Sage décision. En fait on va passer une nouvelle demi-journée ensemble pour aller voir Eagle canyon arch ce qui nous plait bien car ils sont très sympas et on a beaucoup de centres d’intérêt en commun, comme les voitures de sports…. Cette fois ci la piste pour accéder à Swasey cabin est facile et ne nécessite pas de 4x4 ni de high clearance donc pas de pb. La randonnée est facile, pas très longue et l’arche est impressionnante que ce soit de loin ou dessous.
De retour au trailhead , petit stop pour un pique nique à côté du pictogram de Lone warrior et il est temps que nos routes se séparent avec Oliver et Virgine. Dommage on aurait bien fait un backpaking avec eux… Arrivés à Escalante, j’ai un peu de travail pour préparer les sacs à dos pour le lendemain et être sûr de ne rien oublier pour notre premier backpacking dans Coyote Gulch : tente, réchaud, duvets, matelas, nourriture lyophilisée, pompe pour filtrer l’eau , petit matériel de camping et un minimum de boisson : ma poche camelback de 3l d’eau, 2 jus d’orange, 4 coca cola de 35cl, 2 gatorade de 60cl.
Cependant, je dois modifier le programme car impossible d’aller jusqu’à Fortymile Ridge avec cette voiture et je n’ai pas envie de payer 300$ pour un shuttle . Tant pis, nous partirons de Hurricane wash, le chemin le plus court et irons jusqu’à la jonction avec la rivière Escalante, enfin c’est ce que l’on croit à ce moment-là….
Jour 14 : lever tôt ce matin car l’objectif est de démarrer au plus tard du trailhead à 9h, ce qui laissera 10h30 jusqu’au coucher de soleil donc largement assez de temps en théorie…. Les 37 miles de piste sont rapidement avalés et on démarre sur le coup de 8h30 donc en avance sur le timing. Nous ne sommes pas habitués à porter des sacs aussi lourds donc avant de partir nous avions fait quelques randonnées en configuration cible !!!. 1h15 après le départ, nous apercevons un homme seul d’environ 70ans qui lève les bras au ciel en nous voyant. Après quelques paroles, pas difficile de voir qu’il est français. Il nous raconte qu’il est savoyard, perdu depuis 2 jours et qu’il tourne en rond, réserve d’eau quasiment à sec (il lui reste 20cl) et pas de nourriture car il n’a que du lyophilisé. De plus son GPS est dans sa voiture et il m’explique qu’il espérait acheter la cartographie pour le GPS à Escalante !!! visiblement il n’y avait jamais mis les pieds… Je lui dis qu’au moins il aurait pu enregistrer le waypoint de sa voiture et aurait pu suivre le cap. Nous voyons qu’il n’est pas trop mal en point donc nous lui donnons un reste de bouteille de Gatorade, des pastilles isostar et lui expliquons le chemin tout en ne comprenant pas comment il est possible de se perdre sur ce chemin ou il y a fréquemment des cairns. Nous n’avons pas vu de voiture sur le parking le lendemain donc il a du s’en sortir sans problème….
Au bout d’environ 2h30, nous voyons la première source d’eau qui est à peu près claire. Nous ne le savons pas mais ce sera la seule qui ne soit pas extrêmement boueuse. Nous testons donc la pompe filtrante qui marche très bien et je remplis la gourde pour le déjeuner que nous prendrons au pied de Jacob Hamblin arch.
J’avais prévu un plat lyophilisé chacun par repas mais force est de constater que c’est trop car on est blindé. Ce n’est pas le tout mais on a encore pas mal de chemin à faire. Deuxième étape, Coyote Bridge où en route nous faisons un stop devant des petites cascades où je décide de remplir ma poche d’eau.
C’est là que les problèmes commencent car je ne comprends pas : la pompe ne pompe quasiment plus. Est-ce l’eau qui est trop chargée en sable car la cartouche filtrante se bouche très rapidement ? Les joints qui ne sont plus bien étanches et donc problème de dépression ? Toujours est-il que ce n’est pas rassurant et nous passons près de 45 minutes à pomper à peine un litre d’eau. Après coyote Bridge,
nous reprenons notre marche vers Cliff arch et nous perdons un peu de temps à vouloir prendre au plus court, ce qui est une mauvaise idée car il y a un passage plein de sables mouvants donc infranchissable et qui nécessite de revenir sur ses pas pour contourner par un chemin qui grimpe pour redescendre ensuite. La vue distante de Cliff arch n’est pas top
et je suppose qu’il faut aller en face pour accéder en dessous mais la végétation à l’air très dense et il est déjà tard car nous avons perdus du temps donc on continue notre chemin pour arriver à la cascade à laquelle nous nous étions arrêtés en 2007 en venant de Crack in the wall. Elle est moins photogénique car l’eau est trop boueuse.
C’est le moment de faire un ravitaillement d’eau pour la fin de la journée et là à nouveau nous perdons un temps fou pour essayer de pomper quelques centilitres. Rien à faire, j’ai beau démonter chaque pièce de la pompe, il n’y a quasiment pas de dépression dedans. On décide quand même de continuer en espérant que l’eau dans la rivière escalante sera plus claire mais peu après nous arrivons devant un passage assez raide et glissant. Je manque de tomber en essayant de descendre et je suis obligé de remettre mes chaussures de randonnées (nous marchions avec des chaussures prévues pour la marche en rivière) et de me faire tirer avec une corde par lysiane pour remonter. De plus le soleil se couche dans 1h30 et la fatigue se fait sentir avec toute l’énergie passée à pomper de l’eau dans le vide. On ne prendra pas de risque car pas question de risquer de se fouler une cheville donc tant pis nous n’irons pas jusqu’à la rivière escalante. En 2007 nous étions montés sur cette pente lisse mais un tronc d’arbre était présent… nous avions repéré un emplacement idéal sous une grande alcove à 15min de marche donc ce sera notre camp pour la nuit.
A 100m du camp, il y a une petite source d’eau toujours très boueuse donc je pense qu’il n’y aura pas de problème pour faire le plein d’eau mais encore une fois, grosse désillusion : je vais passer plus d’une demie heure à récupérer à peine 25cl juste de quoi manger car même si j’ai encore environ 2l dans le camelback, c’est de l’eau mélangée avec de la menthe donc pas terrible pour manger. Il faut se rendre à l’évidence, il va falloir gérer notre stock de liquide pour le lendemain car il nous reste 4l en tout pour le diner, la nuit et la journée du lendemain. Au pire, je sais qu’on pourra accéder à la seule source d’eau claire à une douzaine de kilomètre et que je pourrais la faire bouillir pour la boire mais nous nous endormons avec un sentiment d’inachevé et pas tellement rassurés pour le lendemain car il fait environ 35° en journée. C’est dans ces moments-là que l’on prend conscience de l’importante vitale de l’eau. Lysiane est quelque peu dépitée pour sa première expérience de Backpaking et m’indique que ce sera probablement notre unique expérience du genre...
jour 15: ...Heureusement, elle passe une excellente nuit sur notre tente Big agnes et elle a le moral ce matin et est décidée à avancer au maximum à la fraiche. Après un petit déjeuner rapide, nous remballons le camp et nous mettons en route. La progression sera plus facile que la veille (on ne refait pas les même erreurs deux fois)
mais arrivés à la source d’eau claire, la pompe ne marchera qu’une fois de quoi pomper 1 litre et nous remplissons les bouteilles vides d’eau non filtrée pour s’asperger sur le chemin et en faire bouillir au cas où nous n’aurions finalement assez d’eau sans trop se rationner. Arrivés à la voiture, nous sommes quand même contents de cette première expérience et c’est légers (au sens propre comme au figuré) qu’on reprend la piste. Le répit est de courte durée car le témoin de pneu crevé s’allume et effectivement le capteur m’indique environ la moitié de la pression : le pneu avant gauche a un gros boulot d’enfoncé dans la bande de roulement et je m’aperçois d’ailleurs à cette occasion que cette voiture n’aurait jamais dû être proposée à la location car les deux pneus avant sont usés au-delà du témoin donc quasiment plus de sculpture. Je décide de ne pas enlever le boulon et de regonfler le pneu car celui-ci a l’air enfoncé profondément. Une fois que c’est fait, je croise les doigts et ai les yeux rivés sur le capteur de pression au tableau de bord guettant la moindre chute. Par chance, bien que je roule vite, la pression ne chute à nouveau qu’à un mile de la fin de la route. Je me gare donc sur le bas côté pour retirer le boulon dans le pneu et mettre une mèche en caoutchouc pour colmater et regonfler le pneu. Il est samedi et 17H passé donc j’espère que le garage à Escalante est ouvert pour réparer à minima le pneu mais en arrivant devant, c’est fermé. La caissière à la station service me dit que le garage est censé être ouvert mais le mécano n’est pas venu le matin et personne dans la station n’a la clé pour l’ouvrir et m’aider. Je retourne à l’Hotel (Prospector INN) et je raconte mes mésaventures au patron qui me propose d’amener la voiture dans son garage derrière l’hôtel et mettre une mêche plus robuste. C’est très sympa à lui. La réparation devrait permettre de faire réparer le pneu dès le lendemain mais problème : il est peu probable que je trouve un garage ouvert le dimanche. Je pense bien au grand garage en face du Ruby’s INN sur la route de Bryce mais après vérification il est fermé le dimanche donc il va falloir que je trouve une autre solution car je ne m’engagerai pas sur la Cottonwood road le lendemain avec un pneu dans cet état. ..
Jour 16 : Comme nous étions arrivés un jour plus tôt à Escalante, nous partons également un jour avant la date prévue mais en modifiant l’itinéraire. Avant de partir, j’appelle le numéro de road assistance de national en indiquant qu’il est anormal de louer une voiture avec des pneus lisses et après un peu de négociation, j’obtiens un accord pour changer les 4 pneus car ils ne sont pas en mesure de me proposer une assistance locale. Je demande un numéro de confirmation ou par mail mais il m’indique juste qu’il l’a noté sur le contrat. Je lui fais confiance, l’expérience montrera 2 semaines plus tard que j’ai tort…..
J’avais initialement prévu de passer par la Cottonwood road et randonner dans Hackberry canyon jusqu’à Sam Pollock arch mais notre problème de pneu nous oblige à prendre la route pavée donc passage par Bryce, kanab et aller jusqu’à Page pour espérer pourvoir réparer au Walmart car le service pour la réparation des pneus est ouvert le dimanche. Arrivé à Cannonville, je m’arrête quand même pour vérifier l’état de la Cottonwood pour aller dans Hackberry le lendemain mais décidément pas de chance car elle est fermée suite à de gros flash flood en plein milieu et impossible de la prendre même par le sud. Il va donc falloir changer le planning en profondeur… Nous faisons tout de même un stop à Bryce pour faire la classique navajo + peekaboo + queen’s garden car le temps est bien orienté sur la matinée et accuweather prévoit que cela se gâte franchement en début d’après midi et c’est bien ce qui va se passer car il commence à pleuvioter en toute fin de randonnée.
Nous étions à ce même endroit le 1er janvier 2015 sous 60cm de neige et on ne peut s’empêcher de faire une comparaison : selon nous c’est beaucoup plus beau et magique sous la neige et nous ne verrons plus jamais Bryce canyon avec le même regard. Sur la route qui mène à page, nous essuyons quelques grosses averses et avec les pneus lisses nous ne sommes pas top rassurés. Arrivés à Page au Walmart, un mécano m’indique qu’il a les 4 pneus en stock et que le remplacement prendra une demie heure : enfin une bonne nouvelle mais 30minutes plus tard, je déchante car les pneus sont bien dans le stock informatique mais pas dans le stock physique. Etant moi-même spécialisé dans les systèmes d’information de gestion des pièces de rechange automobile, je sais ce que c’est mais en être victime, c’est moins drôle… il n’y a plus qu’à espérer que Big O tires, l’autre magasin de Page spécialisé dans les pneus et qui est fermé le dimanche ait la bonne taille en stock… j’avais prévu les 2 nuits suivantes à Page mais les prévisions météos mauvaises pour les 2 jours à venir + cottonwood fermée me poussent à modifier le planning : j’annule donc les 2 nuits suivantes et j’avance de 2 jours les nuits au Canyon de Chelly. Il devient quasi impossible de trouver maintenant des chambres à un tarif raisonnable à Page : il est loin le temps où on avait un appartement entier chez Bashful bob pour 39$ la nuit !!!! là on s’en tire pour 170$ ttc pour une chambre bien mais sans plus, c’est du n’importe quoi.
Jour 17 : nous sommes présents à l’ouverture de Big o tires mais il ouvrait avant l’heure indiquée et on fait donc la queue ce qui me permet de jeter un coup d’œil dans le stock et ouf, la taille de mes pneus est présente en stock. Après examen, il m’indique que seuls les pneus avant doivent être changés (j’avais le même diagnostic) et 30min après c’est fait sauf qu’une fois la voiture sur le pont, j’examine attentivement les pneus arrière et l’arrière droit est très abimé avec un cran important qui causera l’éclatement tôt ou tard. Je lui demande de regarder et il décide également de changer les 2 pneus arrière. J’avais l’accord de National donc pas de problème même si j’en ai pour 1000$. Route donc vers Canyon de Chelly . Arrivés sur place au visitor center, je repère un guide navajo qui va aux toilettes. Une fois ressorti je lui demande s’il peut nous emmener le lendemain voir junction ruins, antelope ruins, window arch et les petroglyphs de canyon del muerto. Affaire conclue en 2 minutes, il passera le lendemain matin pour un trip de 6h. C’est assez cher (295$) mais pas le choix pour aller au fond du canyon. La pluie s’est ensuite mise à tomber l’après-midi et nous ne ferons que les points de vue sur canyon Del muerto entre 2 averses
Jour 18 : en ce début de journée, il fait grand soleil donc nous avons la pêche et nous partons avec notre chauffeur du jour dès 8h. Nous commençons par First ruins, puis Junction ruins avant de nous diriger vers Window arch.
La montée est assez raide et dans les éboulis donc il faut faire attention. Arrivés en haut le temps commence à se gâter avec de gros nuages noirs qui se déplacent rapidement mais finalement il ne pleuvra pas de la journée et celle-ci sera très agréable malgré pas mal de vent. Nous ferons un stop à White house ruins bien que j’avais prévu d’y aller le soir à partir de la rim
mais je fais le choix de ne pas aller au pied de Spider Rock et préfère aller plus loin dans Canyon Del muerto où nous verrons Ledge ruins, Antelope ruins et de superbes pictograms et petroglyphs
avec entre autre Narbora expedition
et le site de Blue Bull.
Nous sommes très satisfaits de notre escapade avec notre guide qui , une fois n’est pas coutume chez les navajos, a été sympathique tout le long du trip. Nous avons encore une bonne partie de l’après-midi à occuper donc je décide d’aller en repérage à Hope arch pour le lever de soleil que je veux faire le lendemain. La piste principale est très roulante mais pas possible d’aller au pied de l’arche avec notre voiture. Néanmoins, il n’y a guère d’endroit où se garer le long de la piste donc je me mets sur le bas-côté et je vois un pick up arriver avec un vieux navajo au volant. J’ai peur qu’il nous demande de dégager mais je lui explique qu’on veut aller explorer rapidement l’arche et m’indique que je peux laisser ma voiture là. Nous sommes à peine à 1 mile de l’arche mais celle-ci n’est pas évidente à voir de loin car on voit la falaise par la tranche donc l’arche ne se révèle qu’au fur et à mesure qu’on s’en rapproche. Celle-ci est vraiment superbe, assurément dans mon top 10 et elle offre de multiples possibilités de photos.
Après un petit détour par la sentinelle qui permet de faire quelques clichés sympas avec l’arche qui se reflète dans l’eau
, retour au canyon de Chelly pour se dégourdir les jambes et aller à White house ruins.
Je n’ai plus trop le timing en tête mais si je ne veux pas louper le coucher de soleil à Spider rock où il ne faut pas être trop tard pour ne pas avoir tout le canyon dans l’ombre, nous ne devons pas trainer. En fait sans se presser plus que cela, nous ferons les 3 miles A/R en 1h10 !!! Donc nous avons de l’avance et tant mieux car lorsque nous arrivons à Spider Rock overlook, c’est le moment idéal avec une ombre important projetée par Spider rock et une belle lumière douce qui embrase cet impressionnant piton rocheux qui me scotche autant que la première fois que je l’ai vu en 2000.
Ce fut une journée bien remplie et une des meilleures depuis le début du voyage
Jour 19 : lever très tôt ce matin pour aller assister au lever de soleil sur Hope arch. L’avantage en septembre est que les lever de soleil ont lieu vers 7H donc on peut profiter du lever de soleil sans se lever à 4H du matin comme en juin…. Le ciel est très dégagé et les conditions idéales et nous sommes sur place au pied de l’arche en 45 minutes. Ce lever de soleil sur une arche est l’un des plus beaux qui m’ait été donné de voir avec cette arche qui s’éclaire petit à petit de façon idéale et produit une belle moisson de photos.
Après un passage par le sacred canyon lodge pour le petit déjeuner, route vers Sage hill vers le Najavo bed and Breakfast de Karen et Timothy Bennaly. La chambre à l’étage est très joliment décorée et tout confort Karen est très sympathique tandis que Timothy est plus réservé. Le temps se couvre et Karen préfère qu’on parte maintenant pour Royal arch (ou Cove arch) pour éviter la pluie sur la piste avec Timothy. Tant pis pour la lumière qui ne sera forcément pas terrible. Sur la route, Timothy qui a tout de même 83 ans, utilise bien toute la largeur de la route et nous ne sommes guère rassurés…une fois sur la piste, cela remue sévère et les ornières impressionnantes. Il y a notamment une descente très raide et j’espère qu’il n’aura pas de problème à la remontée. Timothy ne semble pas très sûr de l’endroit où se garer car il nous indique n’être pas venu très souvent voir cette arche. Une fois garés, il nous accompagne en randonnée et je suis impressionné par son agilité même si je le force un peu à accepter mon aide dans certains passages car je ne souhaite pas qu’il se blesse. Cette arche impressionnante par sa taille et sa finesse n’est pas si simple à photographier car c’est assez raide au pied de celle-ci et pas si évident de trouver des angles intéressants.
De retour au B&B, il n’est pas très tard et Karen nous demande si nous souhaitons voir de beaux petroglyphs et nous acceptons volontiers. Le soleil est revenu donc pas évident de les prendre en photos mais ceux-ci valent le détour.
Lorsqu’elle me présente la facture le lendemain , je vois que la visite était payante ce qu’elle ne m’avait pas dit… cela dit, 55$ pour aller à Royal arch et 45$ pour la ballade de l’après-midi ce n’est pas du tout cher surtout que le prix de la chambre inclut le repas du soir où nous mangerons une bonne paella locale en écoutant karen nous relater la vie de Timothy lorsqu’il était responsable de défendre les droits des navajos qui ont été victimes des maladies liées à la radio activité déclenchée par l’exploitation de l’Uranium.
Jour 20 : en ce neuvième jour en Utah, nous sommes en fait décalés de 2 jours par rapport au planning initial et les prévisions météos pour les prochains jours me font une nouvelle fois changer de programme. J’avais initialement prévu de faire le backpaking de angel arch dans 5 jours mais la prévision météo donne un temps couvert mais un temps dégagé 2 jours avant. Sur internet, il reste des permis de backpacking pour ce jour là donc je décide d’appeler le centre de réservation qui gère les permis pour décaler. Le ranger au bout du fil essaiera de me dissuader de le faire en 2 jours car la progression est rendue difficile par la végétation mais tant pis nous le tenterons 2 jours avant. J’avais initialement prévu de faire owl creek jusqu’à nevils arch mais en partant de canyon de Chelly alors que de Sage hill la route est bien plus longue et nous n’aurons pas le temps de nous rendre sur place et de faire la rando avant la nuit. Je décide donc de faire une halte à Natural Bridges, de passer la nuit à Blanding et de faire owl creek le lendemain. En décembre dernier, Natural Bridges était le premier endroit en Utah où nous avions eu de la neige et même des stalactites au fond du canyon…. Là ce n’est pas le même paysage. Je voulais faire la boucle classique Sipapu
– Kachina – Owachomo que nous n’avions fait qu’en partie en 2006 en remontant après Kachina bridge
mais au-delà de celui ci, la progression est assez lente et pas très intéressante donc nous ferons demi-tour pour remonter et retourner au trailhead de Sipapu.
Jour 21 : nous entamons 3 jours difficiles avec au programme 70km de marche en tout sans savoir vraiment si le terrain va nous permettre d’atteindre cet objectif. La veille Olivier m’avait indiqué par mail que la progression avait été difficile dans Owl et Fish creek et qu’ils n’auraient pas tenté la rando pour un simple Aller et retour jusqu’à Nevils arch. Après un stop à la kane gulch ranger station , nous nous rendons au trailhead au bout de 5 miles de piste sans difficulté. Je table sur 8h maxi de randonnée. Peu après le départ, cela descend très raide dans le canyon et peu après nous arrivons aux ruines très photogéniques notamment avec une très belle Kiva.
Une fois arrivés au fond nous allons vite comprendre que la journée ne sera pas une partie de plaisir car la végétation est dense, le chemin pas toujours évident à trouver et le terrain plutôt accidenté. La progression est lente et nous arriverons enfin à Nevils arch au bout de 3H30
L’arche est belle et massive et nous pourrons la contempler en pique niquant au pied de celle-ci. Au retour nous ferons quelques erreurs qui nous retarderons et au final nous mettrons 3H45 pour arriver à la voiture en ayant dépensé pas mal d’énergie dans cette randonnée que Lysiane n’a pas apprécié et pour laquelle le rapport effort plaisir est, il faut bien l’avouer médiocre d’autant plus qu’il faisait très chaud. Sur la route vers Monticello, nous aurons une frayeur sur la route car je manque de peu de percuter une famille de cerfs qui traversent la route et ce n’est qu’au prix d’un freinage appuyé que j’évite le pire. Arrivés à l’Hotel à Monticello, je mettrai une grosse demie heure pour préparer les sacs à dos pour le backpacking. Par rapport à celui dans Coyote Gulch, je ne prends qu’un plat lyophilisé pour deux par repas et je prends une deuxième pompe achetée à Page qui me semble plus fiable : c’est une poche d’eau à remplir (ce qui suppose assez de profondeur), à brancher sur un filtre et l’eau est expulsée au travers du filtre en pressant la poche. C’est moins fatiguant et moins risqué que la pompe MSR surtout après la frayeur que nous avions eue dans Coyote Gulch
Jour 22 : départ matinal pour notre deuxième backpacking car l’objectif est de commencer la randonnée au plus tard à 9H pour se laisser suffisamment de marge en cas de problème. Nous commencerons à 8H45 donc dans les temps. J’ai décidé de prendre le chemin le plus long, par Peekaboo, mais aussi le plus photogénique. Il est vrai que les vues sont superbes et la randonnée comme on les aime, en grande partie sur du slickrock.
Néanmoins, cela n’arrête pas de monter et de descendre et il faut entre 2H30 et 3H pour arriver au fond de Salt creek au campground de Peekaboo , où j’espérais trouver une source d’eau mais que nous ne trouverons pas. Après avoir passé les pictograms, j’annonce alors à Lysiane qu’on se donne 1H pour trouver de l’eau et prendre ensuite une décision pour continuer ou faire demi-tour car encore une fois il fait plus de 30° et des points d’eau seront obligatoires. Heureusement, nous trouverons une mare d’eau stagnante peu après. L’eau n’est pas très ragoutante mais cela a surtout l’air vaseux et après filtrage, aucun problème, l’eau est même agréable au gout. Cette fois ci les deux pompes fonctionnent donc aucun souci. Après avoir mangé au bord de cette mare à l’ombre, nous nous mettons en route car il reste plus de 8 miles à faire. Nous seulement le paysage n’est pas spécialement scenic mais en plus la progression est souvent très pénible : il faut regarder partout et observer très finement pour trouver le sentier, on se demande constamment si on est sur le bon chemin car on marche souvent dans des herbes hautes (les bâtons sont d’une grande aide), sans voir où l’on met les pieds (heureusement pas de serpent à déplorer) à se frayer un chemin dans la végétation. Bref, c’est un peu le calvaire et il faut être motivés pour aller voir cette arche qui se mérite. Nous ferons plusieurs pauses sur le chemin pour reposer les épaules et voir notre progression sur la carte qui nous remonte le moral. Après environ 4H nous arrivons à la jonction avec le trail qui mène à Angel arch. Nous reviendrons sur nos pas sur environ 200m pour établir notre camp de base. L’emplacement est idéal, sous un arbre, terrain parfaitement plat et pas de moustiques.
Néanmoins le seul point d’eau est une mare d’eau stagnante avec des bulles à la surface… pas terrible mais après filtrage l’eau est claire même si l’odeur n’est pas super. Après le diner, j’emballe toute la nourriture dans des sacs anti odeurs et j’emballe le tout dans un sac ursack resistant aux griffes des ours (fait dans le même tissu que les gilets pare balles) et qui a l’avantage d’être léger contrairement aux contenant rigides. Je me dirige à une centaine de mètres de là pour aller accrocher en hauteur à un arbre mon sac en espérant qu’il sera là le lendemain car j’avoue avoir été très surpris de voir sur le site du parc que des ours noirs venaient parfois dans les Needles…
Jour 23 : Même si la nuit a été longue pour moi, Lysiane à pas mal dormi et la nuit a été très calme, sans vent et encore une fois aucune trace d’humidité dans la tente qui est très bien ventilée. J’ai juste entendu des pas sur le matin sans savoir ce que c’était mais probablement pas un humain car sur les deux jours nous ne croiserons personne dans Salt creek. Nous attendons qu’il fasse suffisamment clair pour nous mettre en route tout excités à l’idée d’enfin admirer cette arche que nous n’avons vue que d’avion. Au bout de 45 minutes nous touchons le graal , Angel arch est en vue et le ciel et la lumière sont superbes.
Nous prendrons notre petit dej au point de vue de Molar rock pour profiter au maximum de cette merveille.
De toutes les arches que nous avons vues, c’est pour nous la plus belle du southwest mais que d’efforts pour la contempler
et il nous reste quasiment 25km à faire… j’espérais que Molar rock serait éclairé mais ce n’est pas le cas et nous ne pouvons pas attendre trop longtemps car j’imagine bien que nous mettrons plus de temps que la veille sur le chemin du retour. Nous quittons alors ce lieu magique après avoir passé quasiment une heure sur place. De retour au camp, il est temps de ranger les affaires, prendre quelques forces et se mettre en route. En observant bien le chemin, nous trouverons quasiment tout le temps le sentier et mettrons comme la veille environ 4H pour arriver à peekaboo camp. Comme la veille nous ferons plusieurs ravitaillement en eau en route et ferons la pause déjeuner au bord de la même mare qui est à l’ombre. La fatigue commence à se faire sentir alors qu’il reste les 5 miles de la peekaboo trail à faire avec pas mal de grimpette qui nous obligerons à puiser dans nos réserves et les deux derniers miles seront interminables…. Au total nous arriverons à la voiture en mettant le même temps que la veille à partir du camp soit environ 9H en comptant l’A/R du camp à angel arch. Nous ferons un stop à Needles Outpost pour prendre une boisson fraiche et le proprio , très sympa, nous offrira une part de pastèque. Route ensuite vers Moab où nous arriverons de nuit, assez fatigués il faut bien le reconnaitre et nous terminerons la soirée à la Brewery en dégustant notre plat favori le mixed sausage grill que j’aurai même du mal à terminer car je n’ai pas très faim ce qui m’arrive souvent après de longues randonnées.
Jour 24 : Après ces trois rudes journées, nous ne nous levons pas aux aurores ce matin. Nous sommes arrivés deux jours avant la date prévue à Moab et du coup, nous n’avons pas de réservation d’hôtel pour les deux nuits à venir. Nous débutons la journée par une visite à Dave et Kay qui sont en préparatifs pour le départ dans le Montana pour chasser comme habituellement à cette période. Je comprends aisément qu’ils ne nous aient pas proposé de dormir chez eux vu le bazar qu’il y a partout pour transférer une partie de la maison dans le trailer !!!. Après cette petite visite, nous ferons plusieurs hôtel avant de tomber sur l’Apache motel qui est tout à fait correct et un des moins chers de Moab et par chance, ils ont les 4 nuits suivantes de dispo donc je réserve et j’annule les 2 dernières nuits au Bowen. Après quelques courses, direction Arches pour un après-midi soft : pique-nique près de Balanced rock où il y a un monde fou (c’est de pire en pire dans Arches) puis je prends la piste pour aller à Eye of the whale sauf que dans la précipitation, je vais tout droit au lieu de prendre à droite et fait 2 miles pour rien. Demi-tour pour prendre la bonne piste et là je prends vite la décision de me garer à la jonction car le premier obstacle est infranchissable avec cette voiture. Nous ferons donc la piste à pied avant d’arriver au trailhead qui est très proche de l’arche avec un panneau original…. Cette arche n’est pas particulièrement belle mais sympa à regarder de l’autre côté.
J’avais aussi repérer dans le coin Leaping arch qui est en gros à 400m. Elle est en hauteur et je suis agréablement surpris par celle-ci.
De retour à Moab, je réserve une jeep rubicon chez Twisted jeep pour aller dans Lost spring canyon que je ne suis pas sûr de pouvoir faire avec le traverse. Nous terminerons la journée à Faux falls pour faire quelques photos pas terribles vu le temps couvert.
Jour 25 : Ce matin le temps est très couvert et cela restera le cas pour la journée. Pour commencer, direction Picture frame arch où j’espère que la voiture permettra de parcourir au moins 3 miles sur les 5 miles de la piste qui y mène. La piste est assez rude mais en y allant très doucement, cela passe et nous sommes stoppés pile à 3 miles du départ où cela devient trop risqué pour la voiture. Nous terminerons donc à pied pour aller jusqu’à cette arche
plus une autre petite située juste avant. Après le déjeuner, je décide de retenter d’aller à Funnel arch : nous avions essayé en 2014 mais il n’y avait pas de corde donc impossible pour nous qui ne faisons pas d’escalade, d’accéder sur le plateau. Je ne me fais pas d’illusion mais on ne sait jamais et par chance il y a 3 échelles qui sont attachées avec des cordes fixées par des pitons dans la roche + une corde pour se hisser tout en haut. Il y a également un pack d’eau au pied d’une échelle donc je me demande si l’installation est temporaire pour un groupe qui fais une randonnée même si je me dit que cette installation est un peu lourde si elle est temporaire. Même si la lumière est nulle, l’arche est très jolie et fine et ne se révèle qu’au tout dernier moment (elle n’est pas si simple à trouver).
Une fois de retour à la voiture, route vers arches pour faire une petite balade dans Klondike bluffs pour retourner à Tower arch.
Nous y croiserons un couple de retraités qui déplore la foule dans arches où ils n’étaient pas venus depuis 2007
Jour 26 : j’hésite dans le choix du programme ce jour : soit aller dans Mary Jane canyon (professor creek) soit aller dans Horse canyon dans les Needles pour voir Paul Bunyan Potty arch et Tower ruins. J’avais prévu d’y aller en fait la journée avant Angel arch mais l’avancement d’Angel Arch m’a fait sauter cette randonnée. Le temps est encore couvert ce matin donc même si j’estime le risque quasi nul, nous n’irons pas dans le slot canyon et direction donc les Needles. Arrivés au trailhead de cave spring , nous nous mettons en route en espérant que la marche dans le sable ne sera pas trop galère. Le premier mile et demi est un peu pénible sur la piste mais ensuite le sable est tassé par l’humidité donc la progression facile et nous ne sommes pas gênés par la végétation sauf en de rares endroits donc rien à voir avec Salt Creek. Sur le chemin, il y a une première arche distante : Skull arch (pas celle de fiery furnace)
et en moins de 2H nous sommes rendus au pied de Paul Bunyan Potty arch qui est très impressionnante et très photogénique avec sa forme de cœur horizontal.
Nous pique niquerons au pied de l’arche. Nous sommes arrivés plus rapidement que prévu à l’arche donc on peut pousser jusque Tower ruins qui est à moins de 2 miles de distance.
Ces ruines ne sont pas de grosses tailles mais l’environnement est sympa dans cette petite alcôve. Le retour ne posera pas de problème en 2H30 environ et surprise, nous croiserons 2 personnes (des retraités locaux) dans cette randonnée qui est très peu fréquentée. De retour à Moab nous irons prendre l’apéro chez Dave et Kay avant de récupérer la jeep pour le lendemain et manger un bon plat de pâtes chez Pasta Jay
Jour 27 : pour cette dernière journée avant le retour vers Salt lake, nous embarquons dans cette jeep qui n’a pas grand-chose à voir avec la Rubicon standard : pneus surdimensionnés, amortisseurs et barres stabilisatrice supplémentaires, treuil…. Bref du lourd et du rustique. La tenue de cap à haute vitesse (60 miles tout est relatif) n’est pas terrible et on sent que cette voiture est prévue pour la piste où peu de chose ne lui résistent. La voiture est « over ingeneered » pour ce type de piste mais au moins je sais pour l’avenir qu’on peut louer sans problème ce type de véhicule (on aurait pu faire happy canyon avec les doigts dans le nez)
même si le coût est prohibitif dès qu’on dépasse la journée. Pour Covert Arch, je me gare sur le bas-côté de la piste dans la végétation et nous nous dirigeons avec le GPS au cap vers la RIM en crosscountry. Arrivés à la RIM, l’arche est en face de nous et honnêtement je l’espérais plus impressionnante que cela : la taille du canyon y est probablement pour quelque chose et d’ailleurs le canyon est très beau.
Nous longeons la RIM pour avoir différents points de vue mais je ne descendrais pas dans le canyon pour aller au pied de l’arche. Une fois de retour à la voiture, route vers « La Boca Arch » avec quelques passages très rudes. L’arche est petite mais très photogénique
et constitue un endroit idéal pour notre pique-nique même si nous sommes surpris de voir débarquer plusieurs quads : sans doute que cet endroit est prisé par les locaux. Une troisième arche est dans les parages : Harold’s arch
et nous ferons pas mal de détour pour la trouver car celle-ci est située en hauteur et cachée. Nous serons de retour à Moab vers 16H, de quoi aller piquer une tête dans Ken’s lake pour se rafraîchir avant de terminer la journée à nouveau à Faux falls pour assister au coucher de soleil et faire quelques beaux clichés.
Jour 28 : En ce dernier jour, histoire d’en profiter jusqu’au bout, je décide d’aller assister au lever de soleil dans Arches dans mon endroit favori : South window avec Turret arch en face mais arrivé sur le parking, il y a 2 cars de touristes avec le chauffeur qui dresse les tables pour le petit déjeuner…. Impossible de rester là pour admirer le lever de soleil dans la foule.
Je quitte donc ce spot pour aller à Courthouse butte dont je ferais le tour
et pour faire quelques belles photos aux alentours
avant de retourner à Moab et prendre la route vers Salt lake city où nous devons prendre l’avion à 17H. J’ai pris pas mal de marge car je dois me faire rembourser des 1000$ pour les 4 pneus remplacés et cela ne se passe pas bien au guichet car la personne m’indique qu’elle ne voit rien d’indiqué sur le contrat (en gros la personne au téléphone une semaine avant n’a rien noté…) et elle refuse de me rembourser sur ma carte bleue et me demande mon adresse postale pour m’envoyer du cash par voie postale : bref du n’importe quoi. Je lui dis que cela ne les dérangent pas de débiter sur la carte bleue en cas de problème donc je ne comprends pas pourquoi ils ne peuvent créditer. Après une demie heure de palabres, j’obtiens enfin de la responsable un chèque à mon ordre libellé en $ qui m’obligera au retour à ouvrir un compte en $ pour l’encaisser et le transférer ensuite sur mon compte en euros…. Ce voyage s’est donc bien terminé et nous a laissé de merveilleux souvenirs et nous espérons à l’avenir faire de nombreux back packing.
Eh bien, voilà un séjour dans l'Utah qui démarre fort !! Entre la déception de la voiture, l'ensablement, les pb avec l'eau sur la rando et pour finir le boulon dans le pneu... 😮
Qu'est ce que c'est pénible ces loueurs qui font peser sur les voyageurs les temps d'entretien des voitures normalement à leur charge 😠😠
Sinon, j'adore les photos des petites cascades (même boueuses) de Coyote Bridge.
Tout le coin a l'air vraiment très beau.
Voilà j’ai fini !
Un superbe carnet et que de rebondissements !!
J’ai beaucoup aimé le canyon de Chelly et le contraste de couleurs entre l’herbe bien verte et les roches rouges.
Et quelle belle moisson d’arches ! J’imagine la satisfaction devant Angel Arch au lever du soleil…
Un grand merci pour ce partage et une excellente continuation.
A+
Laure
Tu as vu ? je suis sympa, je sers de repère sur ta 3e photo pour juger de la grandeur de Hurst Bridge. J'attends de voir quelle notation tu vas mettre sur ton site, + que thousands Pocket ? 😛
Ouaaaah ca c'est de la Jeep !! C'est clair qu'avec une Jeep comme cela, on ne se serait pas posé trop de questions pour Happy Canyon ! Faudra qu'on s'organise mieux si on envisage d'y aller une prochaine fois.
Je vois que vous vous êtes installés au meilleur camp pour Angel Arch, juste avant la jonction avec le trail menant à l'arche.
Les rangers vous avaient prévenu que Salt Creek ne coulait pas ? Quand nous y étions en Mai, il y avait de l'eau qui coulait sur toute la longueur de Salt Creek ! Peut être est ce la raison pour laquelle les ours ne sont pas pointés ? 🙂
Ta poche à eau est aussi efficace que la pompe quelle que soient les conditions ?
J'imagine bien la difficulté de la progression dans le canyon car la végétation est déjà haute dans des conditions normales et en Septembre j'ai l'impression que les pluies récentes avaient boosté un max la végétation. C'était pire que dans Owl Creek ?
Sinon j'ai particulièrement apprécié tes photos de Window Arch, Hope Arch au lever de soleil et bien sûr Angel Arch.
Ca va devenir très dur pour vous de trouver de nouvelles arches à voir dans le coin ! Vous n'avez plus le choix pour les futurs voyages : backpacking ! Et vu que Lysiane dort comme un bébé ... 😎
je n'avais même pas remarqué au début que tu étais en bas à gauche en train de regarder tes photos... c'est vrai que pour les arches une photo de nous donne bien l'échelle. promis, je vais revoir la notation de Thousand pockets.😛
si tu te souviens j'étais près à faire l'A/R à Moab le soir pour prendre une jeep mais il était déjà tard à cause de l'ensablement pour aller à Hurst bridge où nous avions perdu une bonne heure. sans cela. la prochaine fois c'est ce qu'il faut faire car là franchement tu ne te pose pas de question et tu peux bloquer chacun des différentiels ou les deux au choix et les pneus sont très épais
vous aviez également dormi là pour angel arch où étais ce le camp des femmes qui le faisaient en 5 jours ?
j'avais juste demandé aux rangers s'il y avait de l'eau mais ils ne m'ont pas dits qu'elle ne coulait pas. question filtration le filtre et la pompe c'est idem mais si j'avais eu le filtre dans Coyote gulch, il aurait été très vite plein de sable et vu qu'il est non démontable, il faut expulser de l'eau claire avec une seringue fournie avec donc on aurait eu le même problème. par contre à l'usage, la poche + filtre est plus simple à utiliser et c'est bien moins lourd que la pompe
Pour moi salt creek était encore pire que Owl creek même si on n'a pas perdu souvent la trace du chemin car alerté par la progression la veille dans Owl creek , on était du coup plus observateurs.
Hope arch est un des meilleurs lever de soleil que j'ai fais tous voyages confondus.
C'est sur que cela deviendra dur de trouver de nouvelles arches même s'il y en a beaucoup que l'on a pas vues mais comme tu l'indiques , le backpacking ouvre de nouveaux horizons et je pense que vous serez nos meilleurs guides avec Virginie vu l'expérience que vous avez dans le domaine. j'attends de voir tes photos la semaine prochaine pour enrichir ma wish list....😏
Magnifiques photos et encore des arches que je connaissais pas ! Donc, si je dois retourner un jour, je consulterai ton superbe carnet !
Il y a de quoi faire encore à Moab 😉 Quelques unes de tes randos m'intéressent !
De magnifiques souvenirs remontent à la surface avec ton récit de Royal Arch. Karen et Timothy forment un couple atypique et sont super sympas et leur maison est un havre de paix !
Comme tu l'as dit, Timothy étant Navajo n'était pas très causant au départ mais à force se décrispe au fur et à mesure de la soirée ! En 2011, j'avais conduit mon propre SUV et quand j'ai vu les ornières, je n'en menais pas large et un silence régnait dans la voiture. C'était la première fois que Timothy grimpait jusqu'à l'arche. Nous l'avions surnommé Timothy "the great Hiker" ce qu'il l'a bien fait rigoler !
Pour ceux qui voudraient séjourner chez eux, appelez Timothy "The great hiker" ça se passera bien😄😏
vous aviez également dormi là pour angel arch où étais ce le camp des femmes qui le faisaient en 5 jours ?
C'était en effet le camp des 4 femmes qui faisaient le trek en entier. On s'est installé juste à côté pendant qu'elles étaient partis en vadrouille. A notre réveil le lendemain matin, on a remarqué qu'elles s'étaient installées un peu plus loin au Nord le long de Salt Creek pour ne pas nous déranger.
j'avais juste demandé aux rangers s'il y avait de l'eau mais ils ne m'ont pas dits qu'elle ne coulait pas. question filtration le filtre et la pompe c'est idem mais si j'avais eu le filtre dans Coyote gulch, il aurait été très vite plein de sable et vu qu'il est non démontable, il faut expulser de l'eau claire avec une seringue fournie avec donc on aurait eu le même problème. par contre à l'usage, la poche + filtre est plus simple à utiliser et c'est bien moins lourd que la pompe
Donc si je comprends bien, c'est mieux à utiliser que la pompe mais quand l'eau n'est pas trop boueuse. On a eu aussi des problèmes cette année avec la pompe mais on ne saurait pas dire exactement pourquoi. On a changé les joints et nettoyé le filtre. A voir par la suite
j'avais été surpris de voir qu'il n'était pas allé tant de fois que cela voir cette arche car j'imaginais qu'il y emmenait souvent des touristes mais en fait ils ne propose que très peu de nuitées dans l'année. vu la piste c'était impossible d'y aller avec un chevrolet traverse et en plus la végétation était très dense et il a rayé un nombre incalculable de fois le pick up. tu y était allé avec quel véhicule ?
j'avais été surpris de voir qu'il n'était pas allé tant de fois que cela voir cette arche car j'imaginais qu'il y emmenait souvent des touristes mais en fait ils ne propose que très peu de nuitées dans l'année.
Oui ! on ne pas dire que c'est l'usine à touristes, ils préfèrent garder leur style de vie tranquille !
tu y était allé avec quel véhicule ?
Avec un SUV AWD Jeep Grand Cherokee ! Je pense que les ornières n'ont pas dû se résorber avec le temps.
Bonjour Thierry.
Que de belles photos !
Tu nous fais encore rêver !
Surtout que certains sites resteront inatteignables pour nous (longueur de certaines randos et backpacking obligent).
J'ai suivi avec attention vos "mésaventures" avec l'eau. Cela prouve bien une fois de plus que l'eau est vitale dans cette région. Cela peut paraître évident, mais c'est une piqûre de rappel utile quand on voit les drames qui se déroulent parfois dans les environs.
Sinon, pour en revenir à votre séjour très branché arches, tu m'as fait découvrir quelques trésors inconnus. Mes préférées : Hope arch et Paul Bunyan Potty arch. De vrais bijoux !
Les beautés de l'ouest sont vraiment sans limites. Il y a toujours quelqu'un pour nous en faire découvrir de nouvelles. Et de ce côté là, tu es bien placé.
Les guides Photographing the Southwest, le site www.ouestusa.fr/ et tes retours sur le forum nous sont une aide plus que précieuse pour découvrir cette région fantastique.
Merci pour tous les bons moments que nous passons dans le southwest grace à toi, o maitre de la vague 😉.
Jean-Michel.
merci pour les compliments. pour l'eau c'est dans ces coup de temps là qu'on prend vraiment conscience que c'est LA ressource vitale par excellence.
Pour les arches mon top 5 du voyage fut Angel arch, Hope arch, Paul Bunyan potty, Royal (ou cove) arch et Window arch. il m'en reste encore beaucoup à découvrir mais cela devient difficile d'en trouver d'aussi belles.
je vais m'atteler à mettre à jour mon site ouestusa.fr dans les semaines qui viennent avec tous les sites d'oregon et les nouveautés en Utah et Arizona.😏
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Before setting off for new horizons at the end of this year, it’s time for me to share my trip to Cape Verde this summer 2025.
I particularly love these spontaneous trips, and our stay in Cape Verde is one of those because it was only at the beginning of April that we decided on this getaway, which had been catching our eye for a while, given our love for the mountains.
As always—well, when it’s open—I turned to VF, and I want to immediately thank Marie, aka ptitortue, who helped me a lot in planning this trip through her travel journals and our exchanges!
Because Cape Verde is both small and vast! We decided not to rush from one airport to another, to enjoy the places and the people, but also to relax, since the work backlog from being stuck in May (see my previous travel journal 😅) had to be caught up on in June.
So, 4 islands will be our winners from 06/28 to 07/19:
Santiago first for logistical reasons, as round-trip flights from the capital Praia were the cheapest (650 €/person from Lyon via Lisbon with TAP, still!)
São Vicente, because it’s the gateway to the next one but ultimately more than that...
Santo Antão, pretty much the main goal of the trip since Marie (and the photos) had really sold it to me.
And finally, Sal Island, for some rest—a non-negotiable condition for my other half—and we’ll see that I should’ve listened to Marie...
That said, what a chatterbox I am—buckle up, flight attendants at the doors, off we go on new beautiful escapes! (Thanks to Sophie for the easy loan)
Last note for my eager fan club 😏: yes, there will be alcohol—how could there not be in the land of grogue!
I’m sharing a little recap of this new 4-week trip to China—nothing fancy, just my experience.
We’re taking advantage of the extended visa exemption to return to China for the 4th time. I loved last summer’s trip so much that I’m a bit worried about being disappointed this year. Plus, I’ve had a few hiccups before this departure: my WeChat account got blocked, and I couldn’t recover it (luckily, Alipay still works fine); I couldn’t verify my 12306 account for weeks; Trip.com failed to book our second train; and I’ve got an injury that’ll slow me down during the trip... Ugh, I hate starting a trip with these kinds of issues. Then, oh surprise! Just before leaving, my 12306 account got verified! Super easy to use from that point on—I could book a few train tickets without fees.
We’re sticking with Free’s e-SIMs, which work great in China.
August 2–3
Anyway, on the morning of August 2nd, we took the RER to CDG. As usual, we couldn’t check in online. It’s always a bit frustrating, especially since we didn’t have any checked luggage. We flew with Air China. We arrived at the check-in counter at 9:50 AM, 2 hours and 40 minutes before the flight. The line for our check-in stretched 300 meters across the airport in both directions. What a joke!! We spent 1 hour and 45 minutes in that line just to reach the counter and get our boarding passes. By then, it was 11:35 AM, and boarding had already started at 11:20 AM. The screens showed a 25-minute walk to our gate—on the other side of the airport, of course—plus we had to go through passport control and security... Long story short, the plane didn’t leave without us 🙂 We boarded among the last passengers, and we took off at 12:30 PM. We’d flown Air China four times before, but this time, it felt *really* low-cost. The check-in chaos, the cramped seats (12 seats per row), no music by artists known outside China, mediocre food, and a boarding area at Beijing Airport with only 10 seats—worthy of Ryanair or EasyJet. And yet, the price was sky-high. Again, D.’s vacation requests were denied outside of July and August, so we’re traveling from August 2nd to 30th. We couldn’t have picked a worse time for inflated prices, and with the situation in Iran, we got hit with a 390 € fuel surcharge. I’ve never paid so much for flights—I felt like I’d bought business class, but nope, far from it!!
We landed in Beijing around 4:15 AM. It was 28°C with thick fog. We drove and drove and drove for 20 minutes, as usual in Beijing. Then we went through a first check, a second check, a third check, and waited for our connecting flight at 6:40 AM. A small Airbus A320, but way more space than in the Boeing 777 from the first flight. We landed in Kunming, Yunnan, around 10:15 AM in the rain.
We headed to the subway. You can’t pay at the machines with Alipay here either, so we set up the transport QR code directly in Alipay to scan at the subway gates. The process is a bit long the first time if you haven’t entered your info before, but once it’s done, it’s *so* much easier! We took Line 6 to the terminus for 6 yuan each.
We’d booked a hotel nearby, on the 16th floor. It’s actually studios on different floors of a huge residential building. The view’s pretty nice from here. We settled in quickly—back to those wooden beds, or rather, mattresses as hard as wood, which we *hadn’t* missed...
Then we went out for our first bowl of noodles of the trip and wandered through the shopping streets of the old town.
It was crowded, and the weather was cool—around 19–20°C. We tried a local specialty: milk skin, thick, dried, then grilled with rose jam. Yeah... we won’t be having that again. The taste and texture of the milk skin... no thanks.
We saw a lot of wild mushroom hotpot too. It’s on our list for later. We also passed through the Jinma and Biji gates, where I played with reflections in puddles. I *love* doing that 🙂
At the end of the day, we headed to a temple advertised as open 24/7 on Amap. Of course, when we got there, it was closed. We’ll go back tomorrow. That was the first of many disappointments with Amap this trip—I hadn’t had that issue on previous visits.
We were exhausted after that sleepless flight. Night was falling, and we decided to grab a quick bite without much appetite. We shared a delicious vegetable fried rice for 12 yuan—we even left half of it. The portions are *huge*.
After a couple of small purchases, we headed back at 9 PM, wiped out, after walking 17 km between the airports and these first steps in Kunming. I expected to see quite a few Western travelers here, but we didn’t spot a single one. Instead, we met lots of curious Chinese people, many of them super friendly and helpful—almost *too* eager, like when they’d run to serve us as fast as possible. It’s a bit much, but it’s great to be back!
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
"So, my little wanderers, back at the decks? What’s this mystery destination you’ve got in store for us at the start of the year?"
Yes, the schoolyard bell’s ringing again! We’re hitting the road... or rather, the skies! At first glance, our destination might surprise more than a few. First off, simply because I was here exactly twenty years ago, and I don’t usually like retracing my own footsteps. Secondly, because the name of this place screams mass tourism—basically the opposite of what Flo and I look for.
Despite that, in this land of backsheesh, I’d promised myself I’d come back one day to experience it my way. And since Flo told me, during our wanderer chats, that this destination straddling Africa and the Middle East was in her top 2 travel dreams, the stars aligned for this roots-style trip to quickly make it onto our pharaonic festivities program! Unless you’re totally clueless in general knowledge, you’ve probably guessed by now—we’re off to Egypt! Of course, a few classics will be on our itinerary, but above all, we want to soak up a culture that can’t be appreciated in four-star resorts or on a Nile cruise boat. And let’s be clear, these next two weeks won’t be a walk in the park—neither for our two daughters who are joining us, nor for our bodies!
And that’s clear from the get-go: after our first flight, eight hours of trying (and failing) to sleep on Milan airport’s metal seats, our second flight, landing, passport stamps, our Uber ride, and our first Cairo kilometers, we finally drop our exhaustion at the little guesthouse we booked in Giza. Doesn’t all that energy deserve a little reward?
Oh, absolutely! And here it is: a full-on slap in the face for everyone! But just look at this view from our hotel terrace? For 20 € a night for four, even with this incredible view, I figured the room must be pretty shabby, right? Nope... Is the staff rude, then? Nope... Okay, so what’s the catch? You’re gonna tell me breakfast is included too? Well, yes! Honestly, this Egypt trip is off to a great start.
And the rest of the afternoon, spent rubbing shoulders with locals, only confirmed this vibe. After digesting our pyramid view, we dove into the hustle and bustle of our neighborhood with the goal of exchanging money, eating at street stalls, and testing the hospitality of the locals. Ten out of ten!
Eight little sun breads with baba ganoush and falafel? 80 pounds, or 1.5 €. A dozen Middle Eastern pastries? Same! 80 pounds! Two hawawshis, those little pita breads stuffed with meat and spices? 10 pounds each, or about twenty cents! Not to mention all those smiles and free "welcomes" left and right!!!
What a welcome! We end this first day with a sunset over the three sisters of Giza—where we’ll obviously be gawking tomorrow...
Alright, this year, we're heading back to South America!
The initial plan was to retrace the route we imagined in the summer of 2020: a trip to northern Argentina starting from Córdoba.
Unfortunately, the flight to Córdoba no longer exists, and airfares to Javier Milei’s country are both outrageously priced and involve multiple layovers.
So, I tweaked Google Flights every which way and finally found a flight within my budget—departing from Clermont-Ferrand!
Not to Argentina, though...
Our transatlantic flight will cross the snow-capped Andes, landing in Santiago, Chile, with a return from Lima!
In between, two domestic flights and a big road trip loop starting from the coastal city of Arica to explore the treasures of northern Chile.
Our mode of transport: a pseudo 4x4 that won’t take us through sand dunes or devilish tracks but will let us tackle the entire secondary network, including unpaved main roads, while still being insured.
Is the suitcase packed with all-season clothes?
Are the driver’s license and passport ready?
Bank cards and a few euros too?
Off we go for just over 3 weeks of southern wanderings!
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To keep all my esteemed readers on track, here are a few maps outlining the Arica-Arica loop!
1- From Arica to San Pedro de Atacama via Pica and the Salar de Huasco
2- Around San Pedro
3- From San Pedro to Cariquima
4- From Cariquima to Putre
5 - From Putre to Arica
Gas stations in this part of Chile are located in Arica, Iquique, Pozo Almonte, Pica, Calama, and San Pedro de Atacama.
Here we go with this second travel journal dedicated to the American West! It’s a must when you love it! 😊
We had left off in the charming town of Bisbee, which once thrived thanks to its copper mines. Today, mining is a thing of the past, and the town seems a bit sleepy.
Unfortunately, I didn’t dig deep enough on-site to answer all the questions my observations raised. Guess I’ll have to *dig* into the subject a bit more... no pun intended! 😊
Let’s hop back in the car and head a little further south to check out the esplanade that offers a view—if you can call it that—of the impressive open-pit mine.
Then, it’s off to the Lowell neighborhood.
Preserved almost exactly as it was, this area must’ve been bustling in its heyday. The vintage cars are still around, storefronts and signs look like they’re straight out of another era, and the whole place has a pretty amazing vibe. You’d almost think you were on Route 66!
Here, we’re not just discovering an old neighborhood—it’s a little slice of American history. And, a detail that’s great for my physical health: the area isn’t too spread out.
Lucky me! 😊
I won’t post too many photos here since I think I can turn them into a future photo exhibit. Between these and some shots from Route 66, I should have more than enough material! So, let’s keep a few under wraps... to preserve the surprise. 😊
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...
I’m reposting here a travel journal originally published on the Routard forum in 2022 during VoyageForum’s hiatus. Without altering its content, I’ll try to streamline it. The few comments on the political situation reflect my feelings at the time and don’t account for events since then! I’d rather avoid debates on the topic. The photos are nothing fancy—just illustrative.
The context: we’re coming out of COVID. We’re looking for a not-too-distant destination, and Jordan has been catching our eye for a while. After some thought, we wonder if we shouldn’t take advantage of the geography to hop over to Israel. After all, Jerusalem is less than 100 km from Amman. Plus, Transavia lets you combine both destinations.
To plan our trip (February 19 to March 4, 2022), we contacted three French-speaking agencies in Amman. Their itinerary proposals were pretty similar, but the prices varied significantly. Given the many positive reviews we read on travel forums and a very attractive rate compared to competitors, we quickly settled on Ahmad Ababseh’s agency. Still, deep down, we had a slight worry—so many glowing reviews seemed a bit over the top, but we took the chance.
During the preparation, which happened in a very short timeframe (less than 10 days), Ahmad didn’t provide detailed roadbooks, and we made do with brief email or phone exchanges. Few details were shared either. We discussed hotels, with Ahmad preferring the ones he knew. We picked our hotel for our arrival in Amman, but before agreeing, Ahmad insisted on inspecting the rooms.
For payment, Ahmad only asked for a 500 € deposit and trusted our word for the balance, which we paid upon arrival. He also committed in writing to refund the full deposit if our trip was canceled due to COVID.
Finally, for the Israeli part, Ahmad contacted an agency in Jerusalem to handle the logistics. He didn’t take a commission.
Off to Southern Africa again! This time, the trip wasn’t just about wildlife—it was also about the local cultures and the breathtaking landscapes Mother Nature has to offer. It was an emotional rollercoaster in every way, as you’ll see.
We visited two countries: Zambia, known for its reserves, and Malawi, which is less well-known but absolutely worth a visit. Our flight landed in Lilongwe, Malawi’s capital, where our vehicle was waiting—though with a 3-hour delay. It was a 4x4 without the rooftop tent this time, since we stayed in lodges (prices are very reasonable in Malawi). Just a heads-up: don’t exchange money at the airport or banks—the official rate was 1,750 Malawian kwacha to $1. On the black market, the rate was between 3,000 and 3,500 kwacha, making the cost of living much cheaper.
With that out of the way, our first stop was South Luangwa National Park in Zambia. The first hiccup came at the Malawi-Zambia border: we were missing a document the rental company had forgotten. After some back-and-forth, they sent it via WhatsApp ($20 to get it validated by the police). But things got worse—the car’s chassis number was off by one digit from the registered one. I thought our trip was over before it even started! After what felt like forever, we got through with a "tip" of $200. Total border crossing time: 3 hours, costing nearly $400. We arrived in South Luangwa after dark.
Thankfully, the next day made up for it with an incredible day in the park (check out the photos).
We spent two full days in South Luangwa before heading to Katete for the Kulamba ceremony.
Kulamba is an annual event held at the end of August, celebrating the Chewa people, who live across Zambia, Malawi, and Mozambique. The Chewa king attends, and representatives from neighboring nations bring offerings. Thousands gather for dances, speeches, and a massive market. There are few tourists, making it a truly authentic experience.
After a few days in Zambia, we returned to Malawi (the border crossing this time was smooth—just 45 minutes). Next stop: Lake Malawi.
Lake Malawi covers over 20% of the country and stretches 580 km. It’s home to a family of fish called cichlids, some of which are endemic to the lake. I recommend taking a day trip from Cape Maclear for snorkeling and to watch the fishing eagles swoop down to catch fish.
We hit the road again to visit Liwonde Reserve, where we had a few surprises. The lodge was on the other side of the river that borders the park, and the elephants didn’t seem to care. On the way from reception to our rooms, elephants blocked our path, and one even charged just before the stairs leading to our treehouse-style rooms.
To top it off, monkeys ransacked our rooms, tearing through plastic bags for food. A mixed experience, but no real harm done.
Next up: the mountains, specifically the Mulanje Massif. This is where Malawi’s tea is grown, and it’s also a great spot for day hikes or multi-day treks. The scenery is stunning, though sometimes the mist rolls in and hides it.
After the mountains, we visited another reserve: Majete. The park is growing and now has more wildlife. We saw lions and even caught a fleeting glimpse of a leopard. And of course, the elephants got involved again—this time giving us a real scare.
During the morning game drive with a guide, we stopped to watch a herd of elephants feeding. Everything was fine until, for some reason, a female got spooked—probably for her calf—and positioned herself in front of us on the track. After a few minutes, we thought the elephants would move on, but then a young one started provoking us. The problem? We had females and calves in front of us, but also two large adult males—one behind us and one to the side.
We were trapped, and even our guide looked nervous. After what felt like an eternity (though it was only a few minutes), the herd finally moved on, freeing the track. That afternoon, we did a self-drive safari and—you guessed it—we had zero interest in running into elephants again.
The next day, we headed back to Lilongwe for our flight home. It was a fantastic, varied trip with some intense moments (sometimes *too* intense). Malawi offers amazing opportunities for those who want more than just wildlife reserves.
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
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!!!
So, a new year has begun. It’s time to reconnect with the VF buddies and wish you all my best for 2026—a year I hope is obviously full of travel, since, as I just made up:
"If travel’s good, everything’s good" 😄.
To celebrate, I’m inviting you into my new "travel journal," the one from our latest trip in November 2025, a little two-week adventure.
This time, we headed to The Gambia, a tiny country tucked right in the middle of Senegal, before making our way to Casamance.
The Gambia is English-speaking, Senegal is French-speaking, but the locals? They couldn’t care less—because in this part of the world, they mostly speak Wolof, Fula, Jola, or Mandinka.
Hence the title: Senegambia 😉.
As usual, I’m sharing the live updates I sent to friends and family—super casual, of course.
I know this isn’t the kind of destination that draws crowds, but if you love adventure, laughter, and emotion, it might just be your thing 😊.
I hope this travel journal might interest some people, but since we were completely self-sufficient (tent, sleeping bag, pot, cooking over a wood fire…) almost every day, I don’t have many hotel addresses or great restaurant tips to share! Sorry!
We used the Maio map at 1:50,000 scale. It’s part of the Boa Vista/Sal/Maio map. Bought on Amazon, but currently unavailable as of the latest news.
The people of Maio are extremely welcoming and warm, and we were always more than well received in the villages where we pitched our tent!
We’re usually big hikers, but since Maio is a beach island (gorgeous ones, at that!), we alternated a few hours of walking in the morning with some relaxation in the afternoon: beach, reading, fishing, resting…
1 euro = 110 escudos
Day 1 (Friday) Transfers by plane: Fogo-Praia-Maio
We opted for the plane to save some time on transfers, as the boat connections between Fogo and Praia take a while, and those between Praia and Maio are almost nonexistent.
You should budget around 40-50 euros per flight per person.
There are 2 flights per week between Praia and Maio—on Tuesdays and Fridays when we were there (January 2016), but currently on Mondays and Fridays.
A bit of a delay leaving Praia, but we arrived on Maio without any problems around 4 PM.
We took an *aluguer* (shared transport, 200 escudos per person) to the center of Vila do Maio, but it’s totally doable on foot with a backpack.
Since it was already a bit late, for this first night, we dropped our bags at Big Game Maio. A standard European-style hotel run by a very nice Italian family. It’s a bit pricey for us (5500 escudos for 2 people with breakfast), but after our 2 weeks in a tent on Fogo, we were happy to find a little comfort. And the breakfast is ultra-generous, with fresh products (cured ham, fruit, cheese, bread) and top quality. The hotel restaurant offers dishes that are a clever mix of Italian and Cape Verdean cuisine. Excellent!
Little tip: We didn’t try it, but Big Game Maio offers big-game fishing trips, diving, and quad rentals.
The hotel is 2 minutes from Vila’s beautiful beach, and we went for a dip at sunset and took a stroll around town. They’re redeveloping the waterfront with pretty sidewalks and light stone walls.
Vila beach
Sunset behind Santiago
Day 2 (Saturday): rest day + fishing
After 2 weeks of hiking and since Vila is such a peaceful place where it’s nice to take your time, we decided to spend an extra day there. We took the path heading south along the coast to reach Ponta Preta beach in 20 minutes. The path isn’t very pretty because there’s quite a bit of construction going on, which prevents you from really walking along the shore. Lots of real estate agencies, especially Italian ones, have taken over the land. But Ponta Preta beach is a stunning black-sand beach where we had the whole place to ourselves. We decided to go fishing from the rocks.
At 1 PM, the sun was blazing, so we headed back to Vila and dried the fish for the following days.
At 6 PM, we went fishing again, but this time at night from the rocks at the end of Vila beach.
8:30 PM: back to shower and eat at the restaurant.
The rocks and sea at Ponta Preta
Day 3 (Sunday): from Vila do Maio to Calheta de Baixo, via Monte Batalha (path 101) Hiking time: 5h
Since there aren’t many “summits” on Maio, we decided to head to Calheta de Baixo but via Monte Batalha. We left at 8:20 AM and somehow made it to Monte Batalha by 11 AM (2h40 of hiking). But the path is really hard to find in the middle of the dry grass and acacia trees. We kind of cut through randomly, aiming for the summit. Even though it’s not very high (around 300 m), the view is amazing—you can see all of Maio at 360°!
Short 30-minute break. The descent through the “forest” of acacias is even worse for finding your way. We oriented ourselves a bit by the sun to find the road connecting Vila to Calheta. We arrived around 1:30 PM at Calheta de Baixo. A very pretty little seaside village with colorful houses. An idyllic beach, a newly renovated square, and super-friendly people. We pitched our tent facing the sea on the terrace of an abandoned house (after asking the locals for permission).
We cooked some of the dried fish we’d caught the day before, along with fresh beans we’d brought from Fogo (and were still carrying!).
At the summit of Monte Batalha
Calheta
Calheta de Baixo
Day 4 (Monday): From Calheta de Baixo to Morrinho on foot. Hiking time: 3h. Then hitching a bus to Cascabulho, and a car to Pedro Vaz.
We left around 9:30 AM heading north (path 201), following the coastline where the beaches just keep coming—each one wilder and more beautiful than the last: Praia de Soca, Calheta Braca, Ponta de Pau Seco, Calhetina. We reached the dunes of Baia de Santana. There’s no real path, so you have to follow the coast, then go around the dunes, and when you spot the 3 coconut trees, head east toward them to find the track leading to Morrinho. Again, we discovered a village with a Wild West vibe, with colorful houses lined up on either side of a paved road. Just enough time to accept a drink offered by a local before jumping onto the passing school bus that took us to Cascabulho. There, we waited for a ride. A political delegation of 10 cars drove right past us without stopping. Luckily, one of the cars had a flat tire and came by 30 minutes later—and that one, thankfully, gave us a lift! They were heading to the inauguration of a water pump in Pedro Vaz. So that’s where we stopped too. After getting permission from the school principal, we pitched our tent in front of the village school… and became the attraction for all the kids who kept us company until nightfall! A woman gave us 2 jugs of water, but with all that company, it was tough to take a peaceful shower!!
Dinner: pasta with beans.
We were woken up by rain during the night and had to rush to bring all our stuff inside the tent!
The beaches just keep coming...
The dunes
The 3 coconut trees, a landmark to find the track
Day 5 (Tuesday): Rest day and fishing at Boca da Ribeira beach
We packed up at 8 AM because the kids had school. We filled the 2 water jugs that the woman lent us and headed down to camp at Boca da Ribeira beach, which is a bit further east of Pedro Vaz. It took less than an hour to get there. This time, we really were alone in the world! We pitched the tent and spent the day fishing, reading, playing, and swimming regularly because the sun was beating down hard!!! We caught a nice fish that we grilled over the fire in the evening. With the crabs and shellfish we gathered, we made a seafood rice! Yum! What a feast!
That night, once the tent was zipped up, we felt something like rain on the tent fabric. I decided to go out and gather our things, and then—shock!!! It wasn’t raindrops we were feeling and hearing, but bugs attracted by the light!! Not just a few bugs—a huge swarm of them!!! Thousands of bugs covering the whole tent, the ropes, slipping into the seams and hems! Everywhere! The blue tent had turned green!!! After that, it was a real struggle to get back inside without letting any in! A real challenge, and there were always 3 or 4 that managed to sneak in anyway. Total war!!!
Boca da Ribeira beach
Day 6 (Wednesday): From Boca da Ribeira to Ribeira Dom João. Hiking time: 3h30
We woke up leisurely and waited for the sun to dry our things, damp from the dew. A man passed by, and we gave him the water jugs we’d borrowed, which saved us a trip back to Pedro Vaz to return them to the woman.
We left around 10 AM. We followed the sea to Alcatraz, then headed toward Pilão Cão. The path runs alongside the small hills on our right, and we passed above Lagoa Cimidor. The terrain is arid, and the path is hard to find among the many goat tracks.
After 3h30 of hiking, we reached Ribeira Dom João with 2 young people we’d met along the way.
Since it was a public holiday in Cape Verde, the kids didn’t have school, and with the principal’s permission, we pitched our tent in the kindergarten. She even kindly opened the school toilets for us. The neighbor gave us the water we needed to wash up and cook. We cooked beef steaks on charcoal. A nice change from fish!! Charcoal is a widespread artisanal product on the island. People almost never cook directly over wood but always with these big chunks of charcoal.
The hills on our right
Ribeira Dom João
Day 7 (Thursday): From Ribeira Dom João to Vila do Maio. Hiking time: 3h30
We woke up at 6:30 AM to clear out of the school by 8 AM. The neighbor made us coffee to save time. It took us 2 hours to reach Barreiro, another Wild West-style town! Since we didn’t want to walk on the road, we took the old track and reached Vila do Maio in 1h30.
Last night before taking the plane back to Praia the next day.
Barreiro
The old track
The church in Vila do Maio
That’s where this trip ends!
Maio is truly a magical island! A remote, isolated place with incredible, wild beaches and villages with a Wild West feel—colorful houses on either side of well-paved, well-maintained, and decorated streets. And the locals are so warm and welcoming.
Even for hikers like us, it was a great discovery, and we were able to alternate hiking and relaxation with great pleasure! Too bad the area around Vila do Maio is being overrun by real estate construction—ongoing, unfinished, abandoned…
Hi everyone, we're back from a DIY USA road trip we organized from July 31, 2026, to August 26, 2026.
The destination: The Southwest USA, including Texas, Arizona, and New Mexico. Roughly 7,000 kilometers covered.
The car: A Chevrolet Equinox for two, rented through BSP Auto and Avis. Inside, we had 2 suitcases, a travel bag, two carry-on bags, a Walmart cooler, photo gear, and water bottles (a 40-pack).
The route: Dallas DFW, Fort Worth, Houston, Austin, San Antonio, Alpine, El Paso, Tucson, Sedona, Albuquerque, Amarillo, and back to Dallas to finish with a departure from DFW.
The travelers: Two seniors well advanced in years (73 and 75) but still active (nothing too physically demanding—to stay alive and fund our trips), fully independent physically, though a bit less so mentally. Big USA fans, a country where anything is possible. More walkers than hikers, preferring 3-star hotels over roadside motels, Italian restaurants over US food, frequent stops for photos, museums over nothing, naps over forced marches. Not too whiny, just enough to stay French in the land of the "great Satan," as they say.
Not great with languages—street English (but handy), and my Spanish is non-existent except for: "Hola! Una cerveza por favor!" That’s about it. My wife understands everything but refuses to speak.
The cost of the road trip: Around 12,000 €, including AF flights, the car, gas, gifts, visits, and everything else. Well managed, since we’d budgeted 13,500 € initially.
The positive side: A delight, with those endless open roads. Museums to discover. The realization of the Hispanic presence and its important history in this part of America. Lovely locals. Tourists who were more or less friendly. A terrible Texan accent that was hard to understand. Gas stations that were like real stores, with prepared food, alcohol sold in Arizona and New Mexico, and employees who were always up for a laugh!
The negative side: The heat throughout the trip... 43°C in Dallas at the end. Impossible to walk the streets. Lots of homeless people in downtown Dallas. Hotel breakfasts that were always the same. You get used to it.
So, it was positive overall, but the concept is starting to wear us out. We might rethink the DIY road trip model for next time. If the man upstairs grants us more time.
Next up, we’ll wait for the first batch of sorted photos to go through the wringer.
Traveling with just one spare pair of underwear, considering a hot shower a miracle, never staying in the same place too long by sleeping wherever night catches us, taking whatever local, improbable, and rickety transport we can find—this is the DNA of us wanderers. Except this time, the script for our movie is going to be a whole different genre. On paper, the destination doesn’t exactly scream epic adventure: Réunion! And what’s more... we won’t be two, or four, or even ten. We’ll be a solid thirty. All from the same family. Yes, thirty. At this point, it’s not just a trip—it’s a summer camp on the move! Why inflict this on such a peaceful island? Because my brother decided to get married there with his lovely bride. A great idea, you might say... especially when it involves relocating the equivalent of a small Ardennes village 10,000 kilometers from home for three weeks! So who’s stepping up to be the guide and wave the little flag?
So, for an exceptional trip, exceptional stories! Don’t worry, the debates at the supermarket over whether to choose plain chips or roast chicken chips, the beach picnics washed down with ti’ punch, and other rougail sausages to digest by the pool will only make it into the family archives. Here, I’ll stick to the tales of our beautiful escapes, the ones where we explore the wild corners of this little volcanic rock planted in the middle of the Indian Ocean. So where exactly are we headed?
For the first week—the subject of this first installment—we’re taking it easy. We’ll start by rediscovering the coastline, from the Souffleur in Saint-Leu to the Hermitage lagoon, before a little trip to the Cirque de Cilaos and its legendary road with 400 turns, just to get our legs warmed up.
"How about a Christmas market this year, huh? A little romantic weekend getaway...
- Yes! That’d be cool! Strasbourg? Colmar?
- Feels a bit déjà vu, doesn’t it? Plus, slim chance of snow there... And I’d love something a bit more exotic with a touch of originality..."
"Okay, Google, give me the list of the five most beautiful Christmas markets in Europe.
- In fifth place, the Christmas market in Vilnius, the capital of Lithuania.
- Save your breath! Lithuania, here we come!"
We wanted cold, and cold is exactly what we got the moment we set foot in this new, unknown land. As for landscapes, forests and lakes stretch as far as the eye can see across this vast plain, its vegetation scorched by the frost of a winter that’s clearly already well underway here.
Lakes, in fact, set the scene for our first visit to Trakai Castle, whose brick-red towers and walls rise proudly against the azure sky of our first day. Lakes, because this castle was built on an island and is only accessible on foot via a series of walkways spanning half-frozen lake offshoots. I couldn’t have picked a better spot to build my castle! Translation: We’re totally sold! Proof is we spend two hours hiking around the area, alternating between forests, reeds, and cozy houses tastefully decorated for Christmas.
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 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 three years at most in Thailand, and I’m not a big expert on the country.
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 piece together a puzzle, mainly for those who want to get an idea of the country here and for those who miss 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 guards 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 property, be careful at night, and be careful when they’re in packs.
It sometimes crosses our minds that Thailand isn’t really 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, are 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 broken for years.
You’ll often see dogs sleeping on the side of the road, sometimes right on the road. When you arrive, they move aside nonchalantly—or not at all. It’s less funny when they suddenly appear from thick vegetation, which reminds 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. Seeing a small pack roaming freely in the countryside, you might think it’s best not to cross paths with them at the edge of a field.
A darker side of this is that euthanasia isn’t often practiced. Twice, we saw dogs at temples on the brink of death, enduring terrible suffering. No one did anything about it. The image (and the smell) of one of them, dying and emitting 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 well-fed animal quickly became a happy, 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 in them 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 a gimmick—it’s just that 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.
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 I close my eyes and think of the Sultanate of Oman, I first smell a light scent of incense, feel the warmth of a sunbeam on my skin, before sand slips through my fingers. I taste the sweetness of a date, a real candy, then the flavor of coffee with a hint of cardamom and rosewater... I hear the desert wind whistling in my ears, the distant call of a muezzin, then the murmur of water. I open my eyes to see smiles, welcoming gestures, a turquoise sea, rocks ranging from ochre to purple, deep wadis where torrents burst forth, orange dunes, white sandy beaches where tiny crabs scurry at full speed. I see incredible oases emerging between arid mountains. I see abandoned villages that I’d dream were full of life, imposing fortresses overlooking valleys, and lively souks where offers are delicate and negotiation is a mutual courtesy.
All that, and so much more.
This is what I tried to capture in my illustrated travel journal, which I’ll fill in here and there with photos.
I drew this journal “cold,” after my return (actually, I made it this summer, while our trip was last winter). It’s a pretty special format—I bought it in Japan without really knowing what I’d do with it. Well, it found its purpose! Below is a photo of this accordion-style journal: here, it’s only partially open, because when fully unfolded, it’s 5 meters long!
For drawing enthusiasts: The accordion format is both a constraint (each sheet is 9 cm x 27 cm) and a freedom (you can create a fresco). The paper is also a bit special: it doesn’t allow for fine lines, but it takes ink well (liner pen). However, everything has to be done almost in one go (with a very light pencil sketch) because it erases poorly. It absorbs too much water for coloring with markers or watercolors (unless you avoid soaking it), but it works well with oil pastels and their use with a brush and solvent. Since it’s yellowish, it allowed me to create contrasts even with white pastel.
On the right, the "welcome marker"—those dates offered everywhere as a sign of hospitality. On the left, a tribute to those stunning doors worn by time, admired all over the old quarters, including the abandoned ones.
Oman is one of the world’s largest producers of frankincense resin. Incense burners are everywhere, from the simplest clay ones to the most precious handcrafted silver ones...
Hospitality will often lead you to accept a small coffee, an "Omani coffee," very light, subtly flavored with cardamom, maybe a touch of saffron, and occasionally rosewater.
Here, I’ve depicted a man in the common everyday attire of Omanis: the dishdasha, mostly white (during the week and daytime; colors are more common in the evening or on Fridays and Saturdays). While you’ll see some men dressed in Western clothes, they’re very few. The white dishdasha is truly the shared attire of all men. The dishdasha, which has no hood, is distinguished by a small pom-pom attached to the collar, the furakha, which is soaked in perfume. And believe me, Omanis go overboard with it! "It smells like the pom-pom" is an expression that’s now part of our shared language, my husband and I.
Another must of men’s attire is the kuma, a small round head covering, usually white with brightly colored patterns. The keffiyeh is also worn (but without the cord called an agal in Arab countries), and it’s mostly worn by those with roots in the desert, from what I understood.
And what about the women, you might ask? Some are veiled, some in full black (but not a burka—more like a chador + abaya), due to the influence of Saudi Arabia and the United Arab Emirates, whereas the traditional outfit used to be a layering of very colorful dresses. Most of the women we saw wore neutral clothing, a plain veil over their hair, but with their faces uncovered. We also saw many saris and colorful veils—don’t forget that 40% of the population consists of Indian, Nepalese, and Bangladeshi immigrants, who work a lot in tourism, hospitality, restaurants, services, and construction.
Just to clarify, as a tourist, there’s no pressure to wear a veil, and never any disapproving looks. Of course, you’ll save the mini shorts, plunging necklines, bare shoulders, and midriffs for the hotel terrace—but I’d say that’s the same for men and women, and with the sun being strong, it’s better for your skin too.
Here’s the introduction! In the next post, I’ll tell you about my itinerary, and we can dive in!
My buddy Christian and I (Patrick) are off for 28 days in Argentina in March.
We’ve already shared several trips as a duo (Bolivia Peru, Namibia, Laos, Costa Rica).
Since we’re starting from the idea that at our age (65) we won’t be coming back here—there are just too many other corners of the world to discover—we did the "grand tour" of Argentina, with 6 domestic flights to make the most of our 28 days.
Here are our stops:
1) Departure from Brussels to Buenos Aires via Madrid
2) Arrival and first contact with Buenos Aires
3) Early morning flight to Ushuaia. Boat trip on the Beagle Channel
4) Ushuaia: hikes in Tierra del Fuego National Park
5) Ushuaia: last hike and flight to El Calafate
6) El Calafate to El Chaltén by bus. First hike
7) El Chaltén: hike
8) El Chaltén: hike
9) El Chaltén: hike and bus back to El Calafate
10) El Calafate: Perito Moreno Glacier
11) Flight to Bariloche. Car rental and surrounding areas
12) Seven Lakes Region
13) Nahuel Huapi National Park region
14) Flight to Salta. Car rental
15) To Tilcara
16) To Humahuaca
17) To Purmamarca
18) To Jujuy via the salt flats
19) To Cafayate
20) Around Cafayate
21) To Cachi
22) Back to Salta
23) Flight to Iguazu
24) Waterfalls on the Argentine side
25) Waterfalls on the Brazilian side and flight to Buenos Aires
26) Buenos Aires
27) Return flight
28) Morning arrival
Happy reading!..
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.
The latest travel journal about Turkmenistan dates back to 2019. Here’s a quick update on this vast desert country, which is now a bit easier to visit than before.
This is my first travel journal. If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask. The country is slowly opening up, but it’s still possible to visit sites where you’ll be completely alone. In five days, I saw two Hongkongers, a few Germans, and a Chilean at the crater, ten Chinese people in a capital bazaar, and that’s it!
It’s possible to visit Turkmenistan from Uzbekistan. The easiest and most economical way is to take a taxi to the border from Bukhara. The trip takes a little over an hour.
Crossing the border takes quite a while because many Turkmen bring back items bought in Uzbekistan to resell in Turkmenistan. For example, diapers, baby products, or beauty products.
It took me over 2.5 hours to cross the border. To visit Turkmenistan, it’s mandatory to have a guide and go through a travel agency. British agencies often offer three-, five-, or seven-day trips for over 1,500 or 2,000 €.
But if your budget is more limited, you can contact a few Turkmen agencies directly by email, and they’ll make you an offer between 700 and 1,300 € for three to seven days. I took a five-day trip from Turkmenabat in the northeast of the country to Dashoguz in the north. The goal was to visit the main UNESCO-listed sites, including Merv, and archaeological sites like Nisa or Gonur Tepe.
Your guide will also be your driver. They’ll pick you up at the border. The formalities are very long because customs officers have to stamp multiple documents, and obtaining the visa you previously requested from your travel agency requires several checks. But the process goes relatively smoothly, even if each step takes a while.
Once on the other side, the first surprise is the brand-new highway all the way to Turkmenabat. A very long line of trucks stretches for several kilometers on the Turkmen side to cross the border into Uzbekistan. According to my guide, Turkmen trucks transport gas and cotton (though not this season, since the harvest is in September), but they mainly fill up their tanks because fuel is much cheaper in Turkmenistan. A full tank for a car costs about 3 €, which is unbeatable.
From the Farap border post, the goal is to reach the city of Mary, which is home to the UNESCO-listed site of Merv in its suburbs, about thirty kilometers away. This city is known as a foundation by Alexander the Great in the 4th century BC under the name Alexandria of Margiana. Several fortresses are visible.
After more than three hours on the road, we have lunch at a Turkish restaurant called Aladdin. Several quotes from the president are visible along the highway, but the road is in good condition, and we move along easily. This will be by far the best road in the country—things will get much worse later.
Roundabouts are particularly interesting because they feature emblems of Turkmen culture, like the dog, a carpet, the Ahal Teke horse, or Muslim symbols, even though the presence of Islamic artifacts is quite limited.
This time, I landed in Monastir on a direct flight from Nice, again with Tunisair. We left about ten minutes late, and the flight lasted around 1 hour 30 minutes. A meal was served on board (cucumber salad with Edam-like cheese, carrots, and two small portions of dishes I couldn’t identify—semolina with peppers, olives, and parsley, two small rolls, a square of processed cheese, and a chocolate cake). It’s worth noting because it’s not common on flights this short.
In February, France and Tunisia were in the same time zone, but now Tunisia is one hour behind. This time difference and the flight duration work perfectly for a short 15-day trip since it takes me a few days to adjust to jet lag.
Luckily, I’d asked my hotel about the taxi fare from the airport because the drivers (there were several around me) didn’t hesitate to quote outrageous prices. The actual fare is 20 dinars, but one asked for 120 dinars. I refused, and another offered 60 dinars. I replied, "That’s too expensive—I’ll take the metro!" (Having tried the Tunis metro, I had no desire to repeat the experience in Monastir with a suitcase!). I started walking toward the metro, and one of the drivers caught up with me, saying, "20 dinars is fine!" I’ll skip the details, but the negotiation took a little while.
When I arrived at the hotel, I told the receptionist someone had asked for 120 dinars. He put his hands to his head and said, "They’re awful!" He remembered our phone call two days earlier when I’d booked (he’s the one who told me I could take the metro).
The Mezri Hotel isn’t expensive. I got a sea-view room for 75 dinars (22 €). (I’d booked a balcony room for 90 dinars but wouldn’t have had time to enjoy it.) It’s well-located but noisy because there’s no double glazing.
The receptionist is a very kind older gentleman. He called a friend whose wife is from Tozeur to find out if I should take a bus or a *louage* tomorrow and what time.
I arrived at the hotel around 7:00 PM and had time to stroll along the corniche to the ribat. Despite some run-down buildings, the seaside seemed livelier and cheerier than Sousse’s.
Monastir is the hometown of former president Bourguiba. I passed his mausoleum by taxi. There are Tunisian flags along the avenue by the sea because every year on April 6—the anniversary of Habib Bourguiba’s death—the president of the Republic visits the Bourguiba Mausoleum in Monastir to pay respects.
The taxi driver mentioned other Tunisian presidents. He complained about rising prices and insecurity, blaming President Kaïs Saïed (I’d already heard that security was better under Ben Ali).
At the end of my stay, I’ll take time to explore Monastir, but tomorrow morning, I’m off to Tozeur—a long bus ride awaits me.
Here we go!!!
I left home at 4 AM on October 31st and headed to Barcelona. Driving through Barcelona on the ring road stresses me out a bit, but at 6 AM the traffic is smooth, and I arrive at the airport without any issues. I call the valet, who quickly comes to pick up my car. He takes photos of it from all angles before letting me go.
Baggage check-in hasn’t started yet, and there are already several of us waiting.
Once free, everything happens very quickly. The flight to Abu Dhabi is on time and goes smoothly. I’ve never had any problems with this airline, which I’ve been using for several years.
The flight to Bangkok arrives at 7 AM as scheduled. This is my first time in Thailand and Bangkok. I’m used to traveling in India, and I notice that everything here is well organized—the customs process is quick, and the luggage is already on the carousel.
I booked a taxi on Booking. All I have to do is find the right exit and door based on the agency’s instructions. A large sign with the names of people who booked is posted on a wall. A hostess greets me and calls the taxi, which arrives 5 minutes later. I booked one night at the Lost Inn BKK hotel in the Phra Nakhon district, and we arrive at 9 AM. The welcome isn’t warm, and I have to wait until noon, sitting on a chair, before I can check into my room. I’m exhausted, and sleeping sitting up isn’t ideal. Noon finally arrives—the room is small but clean, which is fine for one night. I quickly take a shower to wake up because I plan to spend the afternoon visiting the Grand Palace. First, I need to exchange some money, and the banks are all close together on the same street, which is very convenient. When I enter one, a hostess gives me a ticket and invites me to sit down. There are about twenty counters, and I wait quietly until my number is called. The exchange is quick, so I can head out to find the Royal Palace. It’s actually very easy, and the walk is pleasant.
Entry to the Royal Palace (500 baht).
It’s magnificent and grand, and there are quite a few of us visiting. The sky is gray, it’s very humid, and a shower interrupts the visit. It’s a vast complex of temples and palaces. The buildings are colorful and sparkling, with a great sense of serenity (without the tourists, of course). I quietly enjoy the place and try to take photos without tourists, which isn’t easy.
Very close to the Grand Palace is Wat Pho, one of the oldest Buddhist temples in the capital.
It’s very famous for its 46-meter-long reclining Buddha statue.
Walking around the temple, you can see different representations of Buddha, all covered in gold leaf.
Inside the temple, on one side, monks recite their prayers, while the other side is reserved for tourists who come to meditate in silence.
Before returning to the hotel, I have dinner at an Indian restaurant. I go to bed early because tomorrow’s wake-up call will be very early again.
Saturday, November 2nd
Wake-up at 4 AM, departure from the hotel at 4:30 AM. The taxi I booked via Booking is waiting for me and takes me to the airport. The trip is fairly quick—he takes small roads, and at this hour, there’s no traffic.
The flight to Phnom Penh is on time. Before boarding, I realize I left my fleece jacket on the carousel, but it’s too late to go back for it.
The flight goes well, and customs is quick.
At the exit, I take a tuk-tuk to Julieka’s GH near the museum. The welcome is friendly. I won’t be able to check into my room until noon, so I take the opportunity to exchange some euros on the market street. The street is lined with restaurants, and I’ll have my first meal there.
The museum is right across the street, so I don’t waste any time visiting it.
The representations of Hindu deities are very different from those in India, and I don’t recognize them. Many beautiful Buddhas are on display.
The museum is very pleasant, and there aren’t too many people, which is a plus.
At the exit, I return to the GH, settle into my room—which is decent and clean.
The Royal Palace is 1 km away. I walk along a garden, and at the end of the street is the Tonlé Sap, but I turn right. I arrive at a large esplanade and see the buildings with tiered roofs and glazed tiles. The entrance to the palace is a little further away.
At the entrance, I notice there isn’t the same crowd as at the one in BKK.
Khmer architecture is magnificent. The complex consists of gardens, palaces, pagodas with golden roofs, and slender spires.
The Silver Pagoda houses the small Emerald Buddha, which is actually made of jade. The silver flooring is covered with carpets. Photos are not allowed.
The walls surrounding the pagoda are covered with frescoes depicting scenes from the Ramayana.
My partner and I traveled from Sunday, July 5, 2026, to Wednesday, July 22, 2026.
We spent a long time debating whether to rent a car or use public transportation. In the end, after reading so many posts about travelers getting scammed by police or rental companies—even those recommended by blogs and reviews—we decided to stick with public transport. It worked out really well. Sure, we had a little less freedom to go where we wanted, but it was way less stressful for us.
Sunday, July 5:
Arrived at Cancun Airport. Withdrew cash from the ATM in the terminal just before exiting. The ADO bus counter (they pronounce it "A-Jee-O") is right behind you when you're facing the ATM. Bus to downtown Cancun cost 145 pesos per person.
Stayed at "Rose 5," booked on Booking. The studio was super clean and perfect for one night. The owner’s instructions for accessing the place were very precise, with photos included. Check-in was self-service with a code. The ADO bus terminal isn’t far, and there are shops and restaurants nearby. We really appreciated that the AC was already on when we arrived. By the way, I’d recommend always booking places with AC—it’s *really* hot in Mexico.
Monday, July 6:
Bought a SIM card with data from a TELCEL store. My partner, who’s on Free Mobile, was able to use her regular plan. Just so you know, I found the network pretty unstable. As soon as we left the cities, neither of us—me with TELCEL or her with Free—had any signal.
Another thing to watch out for: roaming charges. I had to turn my SIM back on for less than 30 seconds to get a bank SMS code, and my phone apparently connected to the internet—resulting in an 8-euro roaming fee.
Left on an ADO bus to Chiquila for 278 pesos per person. During our trip, ADO buses were always on time, comfortable, and clean. The AC is *cranked* though, so bring something to cover up with—it gets cold. Some routes were fully booked even in the low season, so try to reserve 1 or 2 days in advance either via the app (when it works) or at the counter.
When we arrived at the ADO terminal in Chiquila, the ferry company counters were right next to it. Ferries leave every 30 minutes, alternating between companies, so no need to book ahead. Just take whichever one is leaving next (330 pesos per person).
When we got to Holbox (pronounced "Hol-bosh"), we’d booked a place via Booking called "Casa de Nana." It was a huge studio with a fridge, cooking plate, and utensils. The best part? The *location*. It was 100 meters from the beach and 200 meters from a Chedraui supermarket. They provided bath towels and beach towels, and the AC worked perfectly. There’s a key box so you can leave your keys inside when you go out. The only downside was that no one was there to let us in when we arrived, so we had to wait a while. The Wi-Fi was good, which was lucky because during our 4-day stay in Holbox, the phone network *never* worked. According to locals, that’s pretty common in Holbox, along with water outages.
Luckily, I’d had the good idea to download an offline map, which helped us find our way back to the place more easily. You can walk there from the dock.
The restaurant next to our place (La Barracuda) was great if you like seafood—I’d recommend their octopus dishes.
Tuesday, July 7:
We did a kayak tour in Holbox’s mangroves at 6 AM. We were looking for a sunrise kayak tour with a French-speaking guide. That’s exactly what we got with "Kayaking Holbox," where Diego, the owner, speaks English and French. He was joined by Gustavo, another guide.
We’d booked for a group tour, but we were the only ones. Diego still went ahead with it instead of canceling due to lack of participants, so we got a private tour at the group rate—really professional of him. They showed us this amazing ecosystem for over 3 hours. We saw all kinds of birds: pink flamingos, pelicans, egrets, frigatebirds... rays, a horseshoe crab, and a little crocodile that was *so* well hidden. Diego and Gustavo have a real eye for spotting animals—I could’ve passed by the crocodile 100 times and never seen it, it blended in so well. Their explanations about the flora and fauna were super interesting. We also got a little break where we tasted mangoes and bananas that taste *nothing* like the ones in France. A real treat—those little Mexican yellow mangoes! I’d definitely recommend Diego and his agency for a French-language kayak tour (1000 pesos per person).
In the evening, we walked to Punta Coco to see the bioluminescence. No need for a guided tour—if you really don’t want to walk, you can take a taxi. At Punta Coco, you have to pass the beach bar/restaurant and then go left into a kind of inlet that forms a lagoon. You have to wiggle your feet or move your hands in the water to create movement, which makes the light appear. Just don’t expect the kind of photos you’ve seen online—they’re all edited! It’s fun to see, but you won’t be dazzled by the light...
Wednesday, July 8:
Whale shark tour with "My Holbox Tours." Why recommend this agency over others for swimming with whale sharks? Simply because Valérie surrounds herself with top professionals to make your experience unforgettable. We were with Captain Fernando, who does everything to position the boat perfectly and make your swim easier. In the water, we were with Humberto, who also goes above and beyond to make sure you have an incredible time. He doesn’t just "supervise" like some guides from other companies who leave you on your own. No, Humberto reads the whale shark’s trajectory and guides you—all you have to do is follow him. He really puts in the effort, even holding your hand to guide you through this quick but intense encounter. Humberto also films the moment and will offer to show you the videos and sell them to you. His footage is really high quality.
Fernando and Humberto also prepared food for us. Special mention for their guacamole! Valérie is there to make sure everything goes smoothly on the boat and to answer your questions in French, English, or Spanish about these animals. If you choose My Holbox Tours, you can be sure you’ll get a top-notch experience.
About the tour itself: before you go, you should know that the sharks can be *really* far away. The day we went, it took 3.5 hours by boat to reach them. The boats are small, and let me tell you—on the way there, when we weren’t going with the waves, it was *rough*. Out of 9 passengers, 4 got seasick. But once you’re face-to-face with the shark, you forget all about that. Even if swimming with a whale shark isn’t exactly a walk in the park—they swim pretty fast, so you need some endurance to keep up. You’ll usually get 2 turns. Our first swim lasted a little over 4 minutes, and the second about 2 minutes because the shark was moving fast and we were still tired from the first swim. It might seem short, but when you’re swimming, it feels *long*. Either way, it’s an experience you *have* to do—but choose your company wisely. On the way back, there’s a stop at Cabo Catoche. Honestly, the snorkeling is pretty disappointing if you’ve done it elsewhere in the world. But the lunch stop at Cabo Catoche is really nice for relaxing (white sand and hammocks).
Thursday, July 9:
Short morning walk to Punta Mosquito at 6 AM. Really nice.
Ferry to Chiquila (330 pesos per person) + ADO bus to Valladolid (300 pesos per person).
In Valladolid, we booked "Casa Lucia" via Booking. The hotel is gorgeous, with a colonial style, and very close to the ADO bus terminal and downtown. It’s super quiet and clean. There’s a shared kitchen you can use with a fridge, microwave, and water dispenser, plus a big table by the pool and a nice indoor terrace. Breakfast was simple but included. The only small downsides were the tiny room and bathroom, no mirror in the room, and a noisy fan.
Friday, July 10:
Not far from the ADO bus terminal is the colectivo station for Chichen Itza. They offer a round-trip to Chichen Itza with an option to stop at Ik Kil cenote on the way back and then drop you off in Valladolid for 370 pesos per person (Ik Kil entrance included).
For the Chichen Itza visit, we’d booked a tour with a guide often mentioned in groups—his name is Juan Pat. He’s a Maya who lives near the site and speaks excellent French. He reserves spots in advance for you and queues up to be the first on-site. It cost 500 pesos per person + entrance fees. His tour lasts 2 hours and focuses mainly on the main pyramid and the ball court. He’s passionate and fascinating, even if some of his claims, as a Maya, might be a little biased. I think it’s *really* important to have a guide—otherwise, you’ll miss so much. You can contact Juan Pat on WhatsApp at +52 985 121 2381.
Afterward, we went to Ik Kil cenote (showers and life jackets mandatory, lockers available). It’s *very* crowded, but still really beautiful with its lush vegetation.
Saturday, July 11:
Since we didn’t have a car but still wanted to visit other cenotes that seemed hard to reach by public transport, we decided to book a taxi for the day. We agreed on 1200 pesos to take us to 3 different cenotes and wait for us at each one. (To find taxis, just look where they park near the ADO bus station.)
He picked us up at Zaci cenote, which we’d walked to. We got there at opening time and were the first ones there—had the place to ourselves for a while! 150 pesos per person. A pretty cenote in the city center with lush vegetation. It’s a bit like Ik Kil but without the deep cylindrical effect.
Cenote Xcanahaltun: the most beautiful cenote we visited. Entry 250 pesos per person. It’s a closed cenote with a hole that lets light in—a cave-like setting. You can kayak inside. There are little fish at the edge that nibble dead skin off your feet. Since it’s closed, the water is *freezing*!
Cenote Palomitas: entry 250 pesos per person. Another stunning closed cenote, even more enclosed than Xcanahaltun. The hole in the ceiling is smaller, so it was pretty dark when we arrived—kind of an eerie vibe. But when the staff turned on the lights, it looked like a "Gothic cathedral" full of bright stalactites.
Cenote Sac Aua: entry 290 pesos per person. The ticket includes a guided cave tour (tip-based). This cenote is really unique with its central island and way less crowded than Suytun. Just so you know, the water is *really* cold in cenotes. In these three, in July, we had the place to ourselves for a while and never saw more than 2 families at once—so peaceful!
Sunday, July 12:
ADO bus to Bacalar (536 pesos per person).
In Bacalar, we stayed via Airbnb with a host named Luli, who offers several rooms with shared bathroom and kitchen.
The room is nicely decorated in a pleasant setting. It’s ideally located near the lagoon and downtown. The shared kitchen is handy. The mosquito net over the bed is useful because there are *a lot* of mosquitoes in Bacalar. Luli provides a water jug, which is really nice. The only big downside is the lack of water pressure in the shower—we had to rinse off by filling a bucket. Also, there’s no real door separating the room from the bathroom. We never met Luli in person, but she was very responsive via messages. The terrace in the middle of the vegetation is lovely.
From the ADO terminal to the place, we took a taxi for 40 pesos. Since this driver was honest about the price (we’d checked beforehand), we decided to use him every time we needed a taxi in Bacalar. Here’s his WhatsApp: +52 983 184 3585.
Monday, July 13:
We did a boat tour on the lagoon with "Bacalar Francophone Activities." Since we were just the two of us, it cost 3500 pesos. If we’d managed to be 4 people, it would’ve been 1000 pesos per person.
We had a private 4-hour tour on the lagoon with Steeve and his very comfortable boat. He’s from Quebec, so his French is perfect. During those 4 hours, Steeve showed us the lagoon’s iconic spots *and* places other boats don’t go. He told us about the lagoon’s history and gave great tips on where to go and where to eat. As a little bonus, he gave us a video taken with his drone during our swimming break.
Tuesday, July 14:
We went to Los Rapidos by taxi (400 pesos round trip) and entry was 225 pesos per person. It’s *very* touristy but really beautiful. You can eat there (expensive), relax, and go down the "rapids" as many times as you want. It’s worth it if you spend a few hours there. You can’t bring in food or drinks—you leave them at the entrance and pick them up on the way out.
Wednesday, July 15:
On Wednesdays, navigation is banned on Bacalar Lagoon, so we’d planned another excursion.
Visit to Calakmul from Bacalar with ABCtours (WhatsApp +52 983 319 8359).
This agency organized a trip from Bacalar to Calakmul with a French-speaking guide. Communication beforehand via WhatsApp was smooth. Mr. Checo, the driver, and Fernando, the guide (who spoke great French), picked us up on the day. Mr. Checo drove very carefully on the long road and always made sure we were comfortable. Fernando is passionate about flora and fauna—he’s a biologist with a degree in ornithology, so he knows *everything* about animals. The slightest sound or song, and he knows what it is. He’s got an eye for spotting them, from the biggest to the smallest.
During the trip, we stopped at km 27 for a short forest walk, then went to see the two main pyramids on the site. On the way back, we stopped at the bat cave for the magical spectacle of millions of bats flying out at dusk. In the end, we saw or glimpsed (some briefly) spider monkeys, howler monkeys, a toucan, 2 tapirs, turkeys, 2 deer, and lots of birds. If, like us, you’re more into flora and fauna than archaeology, I’d *highly* recommend this agency and tour with Fernando.
It’s not cheap, but the road between Bacalar and the site is *long* (3.5 hours). Price: 3900 pesos per person for 2 (3500 for 3, 3200 for 4).
Thursday, July 16:
ADO bus to Playa del Carmen (614 pesos per person).
In Playa del Carmen, we stayed in an Airbnb. The building is on the town hall square, next to the casino.
The best thing about this place is the *location*—super close to Fifth Avenue (La Quinta). The kitchen is pretty basic, but the fridge works well. There are supermarkets nearby. The rooftop pool is really nice. The two big downsides, though, are the soundproofing (you can *hear* the neighbor’s alarm and all the events on the square) and the *total* lack of water pressure in the shower. We had to fill a trash can with water to pour over ourselves. When we told the owner, he said it wasn’t normal and someone would come fix it, but we never heard back. Based on previous reviews, this seems to be a known issue that never gets resolved.
Playa del Carmen is *very* touristy on Fifth Avenue, but in a fun, musical vibe—we never felt unsafe. There are *tons* of little souvenir shops for tourists on this street. There’s a beautiful monumental sculpture on the beach (the two figures meeting in the air), next to which you can see the Voladores show (men climbing a pole, tying themselves with ropes, and descending headfirst while "flying" around the pole). The show is tip-based and happens several times a day. In our opinion, Calle 38 is prettier than Fifth Avenue—it’s lush, green, and quieter, with the sea at the end. Great for an early evening stroll. We had really good meals at great prices at "El Tio Noy" tacos, just a few meters from Fifth Avenue in a side street.
For souvenirs, we’d recommend going to Walmart instead of Fifth Avenue—you’ll find skulls, tequila, mezcal, keychains, mugs, glasses... at good, fixed prices.
Friday, July 17:
We did the excursion to Isla Contoy. Isla Contoy is an uninhabited, highly protected island. Only 200 people are allowed to land per day on a rotating basis, so only a few companies have permission to dock there. Most agencies subcontract the day to a third-party company.
We booked through VRM (Viviendo Riviera Maya), but it was Ocean Tours Mexico that handled the tour. Contoy is a little paradise. We were accompanied by multilingual guides, including French speakers, throughout the day. Steffy gave us info about the island during a short walk on the marked trails, and Leño Tlatemoa kept the mood up on the boat rides with music and dancing. Isla Contoy is *truly* stunning, and the lunch was delicious: grilled fish and chicken, guacamole and tortilla chips, rice, fruit, drinks (everything is brought and taken back by the guides). The snorkeling part was pretty disappointing if you’ve done it in Cozumel, though. The stop at Isla Mujeres isn’t very interesting either—it’s too short to explore, and the island is *extremely* touristy. Still, the excursion was very well organized, and we had a great day (2970 pesos per person).
Saturday, July 18:
We wanted to go snorkeling in Cozumel but thought the prices from French-speaking agencies were too high. Plus, for snorkeling, we figured we didn’t *need* a French-speaking guide.
So we found a much cheaper solution by taking the ferry from Playa del Carmen ourselves and choosing an agency in Playa. The round-trip ferry cost 663.50 pesos per person. Then we took a taxi to the snorkeling boat (100 pesos). The agency we chose is called Mystic Snorkel—they don’t have a physical office. The tour cost 1400 pesos per person. It was a small boat, but that day we were the only ones, so we got a private tour at the group rate. We stopped at 4 different sites, all very different and beautiful. We saw all kinds of fish, corals, a nurse shark, and turtles. El Cielo, with its huge starfish, is *exceptional*. If you’re going snorkeling in the Yucatan Peninsula, this is *the* tour to do—the other sites are pretty "poor" in comparison.
Sunday, July 19:
Morning dive with Triton Diving. I chose the Cozumel dive option. Great experience.
Booking via WhatsApp was easy. On the day of the dive, Selene, who speaks French, was our guide. She’s *very* attentive to the group’s safety. The briefings are clear and precise. In Cozumel, we did 2 very different sites: the first was a drift dive with lots of life—beautiful corals and fish. The second was a wreck, the C53, a 56-meter boat you can enter. Not much marine life, but a beautiful wreck intentionally sunk for divers—still in great condition. An unforgettable moment. Selene even took videos during the dive, which the club sends you for free afterward. I’d *highly* recommend this club.
Just so you know, in Playa del Carmen, the beaches were full of sargassum during our stay, despite barriers and daily cleanup. Locals told us the problem is getting worse and the sargassum is arriving earlier in the season. Tourism has taken a *big* hit this summer, and they’re wondering if tourism can even survive the sargassum season anymore. A lot of tourists are heading to the islands—Isla Mujeres and Cozumel—to enjoy the beaches, as the west side of those islands is sargassum-free.
Monday, July 20:
Colectivo to Puerto Morelos. First, a colectivo toward Cancun that drops you off between Puerto Morelos town and Puerto Morelos beach (40 pesos per person), then another from that junction to the beach (10 pesos per person).
In Puerto Morelos, we’d booked a room via Airbnb at "Piedra del Caribe." *Best* place we stayed in Mexico. It’s an aparthotel. Our room was ready before check-in, so they let us in early. The place matched the description—spacious, with a comfortable king-size bed. The shower had *great* pressure, which isn’t a given in Mexico. The staff was super friendly and welcoming. They let us use the pool, restrooms, and rooftop shower after check-out while we waited for our ride to Cancun Airport. They even kept our luggage. I *highly* recommend this place.
In Puerto Morelos, there was *way* less sargassum than in Playa del Carmen—it was actually swimmable.
We did the snorkeling tour with the fishermen’s cooperative for 450 pesos per person for 2 hours. The reef is close to the beach (you’re not allowed to swim there), so the boat ride is short. It’s not as pretty as Cozumel, but it’s nice and affordable. On Puerto Morelos’s page, you can also access a small, not-very-well-preserved reef. There’s also a cenote in the sea where fresh water mixes with saltwater—the water is murky there. We had a great dinner and excellent cocktails at "La Choza del Puerto."
Tuesday, July 21:
Wandered around Puerto Morelos (check out the church and read everything—it’s entertaining!), relaxed by the hotel pool, and left for Cancun Airport by taxi (400 pesos) booked via InDrive to head back to France.
Our highlights:
- Holbox
- The whale shark tour
- The cenotes
- The local flora and fauna (so present!)
- Isla Contoy
- Cabo Catoche (except for the snorkeling)
What we liked least:
- The bioluminescence (barely visible despite good conditions)
- The food—we found it not very diverse in taquerias
- The constant tipping
- The lack of water pressure in showers (fixed, wall-mounted, no hose or showerhead)
Don’t hesitate to ask if you have any questions while it’s still fresh in our minds.
Here we go—finally, the big day has arrived! A trip the whole family (my two kids, my husband, and me) had been looking forward to for so long.
To keep it short, we left from Nice, arrived in Namibia on June 25, 2025, and left again on the 21st—four weeks later.
We used an agency for all the camping reservations, activities, and the car rental. At least that side of things was taken care of. Michaël was our contact throughout the planning and the trip itself.
We spent our first night at Londiningi BB. A bit out of the city center but very quiet. The rooms were spacious and clean, and we could eat on-site that evening. Perfect for recovering from the flight.
This travel journal is our second on VoyageForum, following last year’s where we recounted our four weeks in Vietnam.
The goal remains the same: since some members on this site share tips, experiences, and great deals that help us prepare for our trips, we do the same after returning—both to give back a little and in the hope that our experiences might be useful to others in some way.
Our route was as follows: Bangkok, Siem Reap, Krabi, Suratthani, Koh Phangan, Koh Tao, Chumphon, Bang Saphan, Prachuab Khiri Khan, Sam Roi Yod, Hua Hin, Phetchaburi, Bangkok.
Beyond rediscovering Bangkok, our objectives were the long-held dream of seeing Angkor and exploring southern Thailand, much of which isn’t overly touristy.
A quick big thank-you to Barbot, who took the time to answer several of our questions.
12/07/2013
The cheapest flight we found earlier this year was a Paris-Bangkok route with a layover in Moscow for 1440 €, total for two people.
So, this time we tried Aeroflot. Airbus A318 for the first leg, A330 for the second. Nothing particularly annoying to report—the passengers were very calm, the cabin temperature was comfortable, and we had enough legroom.
That said, the quality of the meal trays was pretty mediocre, and the flight attendants weren’t exactly comedians.
We’d like to remind everyone that it’s best to exchange as little money as possible at the airport upon arrival, since the rate is about 5% worse than at city banks.
Of course, we made sure to take the airport exit where you can catch official taxis to avoid getting scammed. So, we queued up, a little lady gave us the ticket, and off we went with the driver.
Generally, this system works well because these drivers are registered, know their duties, and the risks they face if they break the rules. Except that day, right off the bat, we got the scammer of the day. His first move was to snatch the ticket from my wife’s hands—the one you’re supposed to keep in case of a complaint. My husband saw it, but after a full day of travel, we were a bit out of it, and honestly, there was no reason to be suspicious. But once we started driving, the guy refused to turn on the meter. We insisted more and more firmly, but nothing. So, I used the famous method of opening the door and starting to step out of the car. At 40 km/h, that scares the driver more than the passenger. He finally turned on the meter, but that didn’t calm him down—quite the opposite. For the next half-hour, he ruined the ride by demanding extra fees here and there. Having dealt with several scam attempts last year in Vietnam, this wasn’t exactly new, and we were proud of ourselves for staying pretty zen. Still, this guy was a little scary—he was completely wired and aggressive. Honestly, it was hard not to think he was on something. He’d be perfect for a *Scarface* remake. When we finally arrived at the hotel, he followed us to the entrance. We paid the two tolls (25 and 45 baht), gave him the usual 100 baht extra for the ride, and stayed polite but firm. So, meter: 245 baht + 100 baht + 25 and 45 baht for tolls—we paid the exact amount, no way we were tipping this guy. He left furious, but he was already like that before picking us up... Anyway, avoid Mr. Chartree Chidchen, number 089 826 7308, car E2663!
We were so relieved to finally settle in at Feung Nakorn Balcony hotel in the temple district. 42 € per night, great reception, all the staff is friendly. The AC works fine, the bed seemed hard at first but turned out to be comfortable. The hotel is quiet, away from the nightlife, but at this time of year, many places are less crowded than in high season. Even with a nice fish pond and outdoor breakfast area, it’s a decent hotel, though we felt we could’ve found something better.
After a night on the plane, the first afternoon is always a bit of a slog. We napped for a few hours, and when we woke up—guess what—we were starving. We visited a temple across from the hotel (nothing special) and then decided to take the Chao Phraya Express, the river shuttle that serves many piers along the river. It was a really enjoyable experience. The steel gangway wobbles when you board and disembark, the boat sits low in the water, and sometimes you get splashed. During peak times, you’re packed in like sardines, but most of all, there’s that exotic urban landscape passing by, especially the temple rooftops.
At that exact moment, the boat was packed. We didn’t see a ticket booth at the pier, and we tried in vain to pay the few baht for the ride. The cashier on the boat was too busy, and another employee we called didn’t have time to help us. Oh well, we weren’t going to force the issue. Still, this mode of transport is super practical for avoiding traffic, and at the piers, the lines with station names are clearly marked, with colors matching the flags on the boats. Combined with a map like the *Routard* guide, it’s easy to navigate.
We easily made it to the restaurant *Harmonique*, located near one of these piers. It’s a unanimous favorite on this forum, and let us tell you—it’s well-deserved. What a wonderful experience that evening! We only saw the outdoor gazebo because there was no way we were dining inside. It’s not flashy, so those looking for a luxurious setting should look elsewhere.
That night, the staff was a bit slow, and we had to track them down several times to move things along. But oh, my friends—what a feast on the plate! Start with the appetizer platter for two at 250 baht, featuring four specialties, each more tempting than the last, followed by their famous crab curry for 200 baht. There’s *so much* crab in there! The dish is so delicious and rich that when you finish, you feel—how to put it—like it was almost *too* good, to the point where you’re almost put off eating for days. And also, oh yes, we *will* be back. Their satay chicken is just as amazing, and it would be a crime not to mention their generous dessert with ice cream, warm banana, and chocolate, plus their *excellent* almond milkshake.
Later, we took a taxi to Kao San Road, mainly to book a Ko Tao-Chumphon trip for 600 baht per person at the Lomprayah counter. In hindsight, we should’ve booked all three of our trips there right away.
Kao San Road is *ultra*-touristy—better for younger crowds, but it’s still worth seeing. There’s rock ‘n’ roll, hippies, and crowds everywhere.
We walked back to the hotel, and when we got a little lost near a canal, a really nice older Thai man spontaneously appeared out of the night to kindly point us in the right direction.
Finally, a real long night of sleep ahead—we cranked up the AC. Sweet, the vacation has begun!
Hi there,
I just got back from a trip to Sri Lanka from December 18th to January 1st with 2 adults and 2 kids (12 years old).
If it helps, here’s my itinerary.
We left on December 18th from Madrid with Qatar Airways. No complaints. I booked my tickets back in March for 800 € per person. (I flew from Madrid because I live near the Spanish border and was too worried about strikes in France.)
We arrived on December 19th at 4 PM (local time). Before leaving France, I’d booked a taxi through MyTransfer for 59 € to Sigiriya. A van was waiting for us at the airport exit.
A never-ending 3-hour drive to Sigiriya. We stayed at Samana Guesthouse—very simple, clean, with a pool and an excellent Sri Lankan breakfast. Shower and straight to bed.
Friday, December 20th: Beautiful weather, but very humid and hot. We visited Lion Rock (36 € for adults) and then Pidurangala.
I loved both sites—they’re a must-do in my opinion.
Spent the late afternoon by the pool.
Saturday, December 21st: Another gorgeous day. The guesthouse manager offered us a free 2-hour tuk-tuk tour. We first visited a lake, rice fields, the temple, and the Sigiriya market, plus the usual tourist trap—the botanical garden (no pressure to buy anything at the end).
Then we took a tuk-tuk to Dambulla Temple, the Golden Buddha, and the wholesale market.
Sunday, December 22nd: Still beautiful weather. I’d booked a taxi for 8 AM. We did all the long trips by taxi to save time. I’d ask for prices from 2 or 3 WhatsApp taxi agencies 2 days or the day before—super responsive, always got replies within 5 minutes. We headed to Ella (4-hour drive) for 22,000 LKR.
Arrived in the afternoon at Rest Full Homestay—a small, family-run guesthouse. Clean, cozy, and an amazing Sri Lankan breakfast.
In the afternoon, we went to Nine Arches Bridge. It was a Sunday, a Sri Lankan holiday, so it was *packed*—mostly locals and very few white tourists! Even though it was crowded, it was cool because it was all Sri Lankans. We waited an hour for the train. It’s worth seeing, but honestly, I didn’t think it was that amazing.
Then we headed to the station to check if we needed to book tickets for the train to Haputale—turns out, no.
Monday, December 23rd: Beautiful weather. We hiked Ella Rock—a gorgeous trek. The final stretch is steep but shaded, so it wasn’t as tough as I’d read. The whole hike is stunning from start to finish. We saw the train pass twice (one blue, one red) and lots of women picking tea.
After that, we did Little Adam’s Peak. It’s not hard, but it was *packed* with tourists—meh. Luckily, at the top, you can walk a bit farther (down one side and back up) to get some space to yourself.
What I *didn’t* like was the commercial vibe at the big café/restaurant with a pool at the entrance of Little Adam’s Peak. Loud music, all that money being made right next to little souvenir stands run by Sri Lankans or tea-picking women. Felt off.
Ended the day buying souvenirs at one of the few shops we found during the trip.
Tuesday, December 24th: Beautiful weather. Took the train to Haputale. We got to the station 30 minutes before the 9:30 AM train. We could’ve taken 2nd or 3rd class—I went with 2nd (160 LKR per person).
It was crowded, but we managed to get seats—first 2, then 3. Only a 1-hour ride, but I *loved* it—windows and doors open the whole time.
Arrived in Haputale around 11 AM, and the mist was already rolling in.
We walked to our guesthouse, The Mist Holiday Bungalow. Simple but clean, with a great view of the tea plantations. The owner’s wife is Vietnamese and used to work for French tour operators, so her French is still pretty good—helpful for us since our English is terrible. They booked us a tuk-tuk for 4:45 AM the next day (2,000 LKR) to Lipton’s Seat.
Spent the afternoon wandering around Haputale. Not much charm, but there’s a nice fruit and veggie market and a short walk through the tea plantations.
Wednesday, December 25th: Beautiful weather. The tuk-tuk was on time to take us to Lipton’s Seat. We were the first ones there—the sky was just starting to turn pink. In the end, only about ten of us watched the sunrise. The guesthouse had packed us breakfast, and we walked back down (half on the road, half through the plantations). Didn’t see any tea picking since it was Christmas, but the walk was still incredible. We took detours through villages full of kids.
After that, we visited the tea factory. The tour was really interesting, and we took the bus back down to Haputale. Such a great moment—whole families were heading to mass, dressed up and made up. All so beautiful.
At noon, we left for Udawalawe National Park. Taxi for 14,000 LKR. Stayed at River Inn Safari Cottage. *Warning*: It’s the same place as Eagle Safari Cottage. I don’t recommend it. We’d always stayed with families before, but here it was just staff—totally different vibe. The pool was nice but not very clean (water was murky). The bungalow was big and fine, but it was brand new—so new the asphalt floor wasn’t fully dry. It’s in the middle of nowhere, so we had to eat on-site. Couldn’t leave a review on Booking because they never confirmed we’d stayed, and they canceled our reservation the next day.
Thursday, December 26th: Beautiful weather. I’d booked a safari through the hotel for 5:30–10 AM for 54 USD. Honestly, yes, there are a lot of jeeps, but it was great. The kids loved it—we saw everything there was to see.
Left by taxi at 11:30 AM for Welligama (12,000 LKR).
We didn’t stay in Welligama city but at Coconut Beach, between Welligama and Midigama. *Total crush* on the guesthouse: Sky Mountain Café with View. Such a lovely family. The mom makes amazing meals at reasonable prices. The view from the hill over the sea is unreal.
Spent the afternoon walking along the beach.
Friday, December 27th: Beautiful weather. My kids are surfers. Unfortunately, there weren’t any boards their size to rent at Coconut, so we took a tuk-tuk to Welligama Bay (1,000 LKR). They surfed from 8 AM to 5 PM—rental was 5,000 LKR for the day. Meanwhile, we walked the beach and swam. Water was 29°C.
Saturday, December 28th: Beautiful weather, rain from 4 PM until midnight. Same surf day. They were so well-behaved the whole trip, so this was their reward.
Sunday, December 29th: Beautiful weather. Beach day at Coconut. *Warning*: It’s a reef break. For surfers, there are three spots (Coconut Left, Middle, and Right). The boys bodysurfed (with fins) all morning, and at 1 PM, we took the bus to Hikkaduwa.
Stayed at Hotel Universal Beach. Nothing special—right on the water, but the rooms were dark even though they were clean. The manager was super nice, but the rest was meh, and breakfast was mediocre compared to what we’d had before (2 eggs and 3 slices of toast). Plus, it was late—8 AM.
First impression of Hikkaduwa wasn’t great—way too many Russians for our taste.
Monday, December 30th: Beautiful weather. Spent the whole day exploring. Turtle Beach, then the other side of the beach (toward Galle) near the fishing port. The beach there is much wider, with scattered hotels and super quiet. It’s beautiful—I should’ve booked somewhere in that area. Ended up having a great day away from the crowds.
Tuesday, December 31st: Overcast, then beautiful, rain at 4 PM. Had to end the year (and the trip) with some surf. Rented boards for the kids (3,000 LKR per board for the day). Bad luck—the waves were on a reef break but small. Not great for them, but no big deal. They still got out of the water by 2 PM. Walked the beach (which is gorgeous), had a juice, and went for a swim. Then back to surfing in the rain at 4 PM.
Wednesday, January 1st: Left by taxi at 5 AM (18,000 LKR). Flight at 10 AM. Arrived in Madrid at 8 PM.
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.
Après environ 2h nous arrivons à Hurst Bridge qui est de bonne taille et correctement éclairé même si on est en plein midi.
De retour au trailhead , petit stop pour un pique nique à côté du pictogram de Lone warrior et il est temps que nos routes se séparent avec Oliver et Virgine. Dommage on aurait bien fait un backpaking avec eux… Arrivés à Escalante, j’ai un peu de travail pour préparer les sacs à dos pour le lendemain et être sûr de ne rien oublier pour notre premier backpacking dans Coyote Gulch : tente, réchaud, duvets, matelas, nourriture lyophilisée, pompe pour filtrer l’eau , petit matériel de camping et un minimum de boisson : ma poche camelback de 3l d’eau, 2 jus d’orange, 4 coca cola de 35cl, 2 gatorade de 60cl.
Cependant, je dois modifier le programme car impossible d’aller jusqu’à Fortymile Ridge avec cette voiture et je n’ai pas envie de payer 300$ pour un shuttle . Tant pis, nous partirons de Hurricane wash, le chemin le plus court et irons jusqu’à la jonction avec la rivière Escalante, enfin c’est ce que l’on croit à ce moment-là….
2- Around San Pedro
We were trapped, and even our guide looked nervous. After what felt like an eternity (though it was only a few minutes), the herd finally moved on, freeing the track. That afternoon, we did a self-drive safari and—you guessed it—we had zero interest in running into elephants again.
The next day, we headed back to Lilongwe for our flight home. It was a fantastic, varied trip with some intense moments (sometimes *too* intense). Malawi offers amazing opportunities for those who want more than just wildlife reserves.
Vila beach
Sunset behind Santiago
The rocks and sea at Ponta Preta
At the summit of Monte Batalha
Calheta
Calheta de Baixo
The beaches just keep coming...
The dunes
The 3 coconut trees, a landmark to find the track
Boca da Ribeira beach
The hills on our right
Ribeira Dom João
Barreiro
The old track
The church in Vila do Maio
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.
On the right, the "welcome marker"—those dates offered everywhere as a sign of hospitality. On the left, a tribute to those stunning doors worn by time, admired all over the old quarters, including the abandoned ones.
Hospitality will often lead you to accept a small coffee, an "Omani coffee," very light, subtly flavored with cardamom, maybe a touch of saffron, and occasionally rosewater.
Here, I’ve depicted a man in the common everyday attire of Omanis: the dishdasha, mostly white (during the week and daytime; colors are more common in the evening or on Fridays and Saturdays). While you’ll see some men dressed in Western clothes, they’re very few. The white dishdasha is truly the shared attire of all men. The dishdasha, which has no hood, is distinguished by a small pom-pom attached to the collar, the furakha, which is soaked in perfume. And believe me, Omanis go overboard with it! "It smells like the pom-pom" is an expression that’s now part of our shared language, my husband and I.
Another must of men’s attire is the kuma, a small round head covering, usually white with brightly colored patterns. The keffiyeh is also worn (but without the cord called an agal in Arab countries), and it’s mostly worn by those with roots in the desert, from what I understood.
And what about the women, you might ask? Some are veiled, some in full black (but not a burka—more like a chador + abaya), due to the influence of Saudi Arabia and the United Arab Emirates, whereas the traditional outfit used to be a layering of very colorful dresses. Most of the women we saw wore neutral clothing, a plain veil over their hair, but with their faces uncovered. We also saw many saris and colorful veils—don’t forget that 40% of the population consists of Indian, Nepalese, and Bangladeshi immigrants, who work a lot in tourism, hospitality, restaurants, services, and construction.
Just to clarify, as a tourist, there’s no pressure to wear a veil, and never any disapproving looks. Of course, you’ll save the mini shorts, plunging necklines, bare shoulders, and midriffs for the hotel terrace—but I’d say that’s the same for men and women, and with the sun being strong, it’s better for your skin too.
Here’s the introduction! In the next post, I’ll tell you about my itinerary, and we can dive in!
Roundabouts are particularly interesting because they feature emblems of Turkmen culture, like the dog, a carpet, the Ahal Teke horse, or Muslim symbols, even though the presence of Islamic artifacts is quite limited.
