On the Orly-Saint-Denis flight, under the pretext that Air France had paired their delicious chicken with mushrooms meal with a little bottle of rum, Dom noticed that some passengers hadn’t even opened theirs. So he bribed a flight attendant to bring him the abandoned mini bottles! Needless to say, the guy slept like a baby!
Sunday, September 29, 2019
Saint-Pierre
A flawless journey (well, except for a minor distraction in the massive Hertz queue that led me to cut in front of a few young couples, who weren’t too happy about it—though I joked with the agent about it: *"It happens!"*). We ended up at Hôtel Le Battant des Lames in Saint-Pierre, a gorgeous combo of an infinity pool and the Indian Ocean. We rushed straight into the pool—after over ten hours of sitting on a plane, it felt *amazing*!
We didn’t waste any time—you know Dom—exploring the city on foot. It’s lovely: the seaside is well-developed, it’s tropical, but with the budget of a wealthy country.
Réunion is also famous for its killer sharks…
A Creole music group was playing at a seaside bar, so we settled in.
Night fell, and with it, swarms of insects suddenly invaded the city!
One of the few signs of the tropics here! Insects, geckos, and cockroaches...
Monday, September 30, 2019
Saint-Pierre
We were disappointed, of course! We could’ve gotten a photo of our *aura* and missed the chance by just a week! In tears, we decided to tackle the island’s most famous site.
Excursion to Piton de la Fournaise. The plan was to head to one of the nearby parking lots and take a relaxed stroll. But it quickly turned into… something else.
First, I realized the built-in GPS operates on a pretty basic algorithm—like the earliest models. If there’s a bumpy road that even the toughest Mitsubishi 4x4 struggles with, a path through a junkyard, or any shortcut to save a few meters, it’ll proudly suggest it. So instead of taking the main road—the royal route to the famous volcano—we ended up on charming little mountain roads…
We arrived at the foot of the mountain and parked in a designated lot after driving a 4x4 for a few kilometers on an unpaved, badly damaged road.
There, a sign offered to climb the famous mountain for a round trip of about 6 hours covering just over 11 kilometers. We got caught up in the idea. It starts with a nearly vertical descent from the edge of the caldera. It’s a stone staircase. The faces of those coming back looked worried. It seemed so barren!
No sulfur smell, but lava flows that aren’t completely cooled, with the air shimmering around them, an unusually warm wind, and near these flows, strange crackling noises—like charcoal in a fireplace in the morning.
The climb wasn’t exactly a walk in the park. The last stretch was steeper, with every time you thought you spotted the summit, another hidden slope appeared behind it. I’d count a hundred steps, then stop to catch my breath. As usual, we were alone—absolutely no one around. Yet we’d started out as a group! Mysterious… There are two craters side by side. The walls are dizzying, and the edges of the crater look ready to break off. We didn’t linger—it was really nerve-wracking!
Up there, the ground seemed metallic, shiny, with the consistency of charcoal—light and crunching underfoot.
The descent wasn’t a relaxing stroll either—it was seriously treacherous. I was worried about my knees. Dom carried the backpack for this part.
Almost nothing grows here—it’s barren as can be! We rationed our 75 centiliters of water drop by drop!
We return via the mountain path… Now a huge cloud has settled up there. We walk through the fog…
After that, we were shattered—we didn’t act too clever and even took the car to go for dinner (trade fish for Dom, pork chop for me, Côtes du Rhône… nothing exceptional).
Tuesday, October 1, 2019
Saint-Pierre – Nosy Bé
We wake up at 5 in the morning. Everyone warned us—the road between Saint-Pierre and Saint-Paul is a nightmare. By 7 AM, it’s guaranteed to be a total traffic jam. Don’t even try, it’s hopeless. With our timing, we get stopped twice, just for a few minutes, but it’s smooth sailing, and we arrive on time. Hertz, check-in, the Air Austral flight is perfect, everything’s on schedule, and we land at our destination at 11:10 AM local time. But we’re not on Réunion anymore—this is Africa. Four forms to fill out, your passport gets passed around to a bunch of strangers who ask for it, lines to buy the visa (31 € per person), lines for passport control. And that’s where it starts. We clearly see, under the watchful eyes of his colleagues, the last officer in the chain (there are three) asking for money from the people he’s questioning. The pale, nervous tourists dig into their pockets to hand over a few euros. When it’s my turn, the guy mutters in a flat voice, "A tip, please," and I dare to say, "Sorry, I don’t have any cash on me," which leaves him without a response. Without showing any emotion, he waves me off. Dominique goes through without handing anything over either. The luggage becomes the subject of a fierce deal. Guys pile them up, and when you ask for yours, underlings show up with carts. I grab my two suitcases without asking anyone and head for the exit, where the second wave of assault happens. It’s chaos! Everyone wants to drive us. A more resourceful guy calls the hotel that promised to handle the transfer and hands me a woman who confirms they’ll cover the taxi fare. We let ourselves be taken, not too sure—nothing indicates that the female voice really belongs to a hotel receptionist. To be sure, I turn on my phone’s GPS and realize our driver isn’t heading toward the hotel at all. I tell him so. He has a calming response, his tone is relaxed, he stops to let us smell an ylang-ylang flower, and a more peaceful atmosphere sets in. I’d later find out that, oddly, Google Maps had our hotel completely wrong, placing it on the south side of the island, near Hell-Ville, when we were actually in the west-central area! My worries were justified!
The Vanila is as beautiful as promised. It’s a high-end service, no doubt, but the staff is incompetent.
Everything is designed to keep clients in their hands. The bottle of water is charged at the price of a TV, and with the heat, it adds up fast! When I talk about the supermarket with the reception girls, it’s pouts and eye-rolls! There’s nothing! The in-house excursions are three times more expensive than what I’d seen on forums! According to them, there are no alternatives! The little tourism Thatchers are definitive. Don’t go out, or you’ll regret it!
For us, that’s unacceptable! We quickly discover the use of the tuk-tuk. It’s a kind of scooter with a cabin and a comfy back seat, often with a killer stereo playing excellent local rumba. It’s often awesome! They’re like wasps—everywhere. You step out of the hotel, stand by the road, and a few minutes later… vroom vroom… one passes by!
We’re not trapped—we feel much freer than in a car! We see more of this country with its resolutely African charm. Everyone told me, "You’ll see, it’s very poor," but I don’t see it that way at all! It’s Black Africa, that’s just how it is—mud houses, minimal hygiene, a general laid-back vibe paired with an obvious joy for life!
We get dropped off at Dar es Salam, about twenty minutes from the hotel, in the south. We come back with as many sparkling waters as we can carry. Our fridge is overloaded, and there’s still some left! That’s a good start!
I’m making a few calls to organize some trips—things are looking promising!
We’re checking out the hotel grill. It’s absolutely amazing! I had a zebu tournedos that’ll stay in our memories, paired with a South African Cabernet Sauvignon. You can’t ask for more—South Africa is right next door!
Wednesday, October 2, 2019
Nosy Bé
The day in pictures...
At breakfast by the water in the morning, two surprise guests. They’re super friendly and busy gobbling up flies...
It’s the island of lizards—there are tons of them, all kinds, all sizes!
Pool time (a must!). The infinity pool is packed, so we take the modest ones that others are avoiding. The sea is just ten steps away...
The garden is lush!
The hotel is gorgeous—everything is made of exotic wood and thatched roofs, with African decor that’s spot-on.
Alright, off to town! It’s a 20-minute tuk-tuk ride—10,000 Ariary, 2.5 €.
The real old-school African city! But with some surprising works of art...
Lots of girls paint their faces. Often a pink foundation to, they say, protect themselves from the sun, or else drawings, flowers, symbols, because it’s pretty—and indeed, it’s really quite lovely sometimes.
Our steps lead us to a market, always a delicious moment!
Back home, the sun is setting—it’s not even 6 PM.
We have dinner at the grill we’ve definitely adopted!
Thursday, October 3, 2019
Nosy Bé
We did the Nosy Komba + Nosy Tanikely trip. Théodore, our “operator,” picks us up in a tuk-tuk. On the beach, it’s Africa—a swarm of hustlers trying to sell you their stuff. We pick out our masks and snorkels, plus flippers. Then there’s a really long wait on the beach, but the lively scene is enough to keep us happily distracted. We’ve got a big, powerful boat, and there are still 18 of us on board—some Chinese, some Italians.
- Isn’t that a *boutre*? 🤔
- No idea 🤷♀️.
- Ask the guide!
- Seriously, do you think he knows the word *boutre*?
Dominique calls out to him:
- What are those boats called?
- Those are *boutres*, ma’am 😊
She turns to me:
- Call him ham!
I’m mortified 😳
Our boat’s a speedster! Along the way, we spot a few turtles 🐢. We arrive at Nosy Komba, which means "Lemur Island." And sure enough, they’re everywhere! When the locals realized how much tourists with deep pockets adored these cute, fluffy creatures, they struck a deal: the friendly marsupials put on a show, hopping from head to head through the crowd, while women and kids set up stalls full of irresistible souvenirs along the route. A win-win combo that delights everyone!
The local specialty? Tablecloths! Hand-sewn—you see the girls working on old Singer machines, the black ones with gold trim, powered by a foot pedal. The results are often stunning! They’re masters of *Richelieu* stitching. They call it *Réssélé*. It’s top-quality natural cotton!
We couldn’t resist—we’re bringing one home for the holidays!
Darwinism explained to kids…
In our group, there’s a bunch of Chinese travelers. One of the girls studied in Angers for a few years and speaks great French. We hit it off! She works for a company that develops AI software to power tomorrow’s self-driving cars. She tells me they’ve got 35 test cars on the road, and a driver can step in anytime. According to her, they’ve never had to brake or change the route. For her, the tech is full of promise! It’s clear China’s going to dominate the future tech world!
Dominique’s fearless—she lets a little boa wrap around her!
Chameleons, super common in the area, are another big attraction!
Thanks Jean-Luc for this travel journal 😊. At first, I was a bit surprised by the fast-paced start of the story and the "very natural" writing style, but I ended up enjoying the read 😄.
Your wife Nana is amazing.
Don’t worry, you’re being read, but most readers don’t speak up—except in travel journals about the United States 😆
Thanks Catherine, for your encouragement. It was truly a trip worthy of the name—I really wanted to talk about it, "no filter," just like I would’ve told friends over a good bottle at the table. I’m obviously thrilled that someone showed interest in this little adventure on the other side of the world!
- Don’t you have this dress in size 4?
I have a feeling my granddaughter’s going to inherit one of these famous embroideries…
The homemade guitar is a tradition here. Nobody would even think of buying one in a store! The prices are completely crazy compared to their standard of living. The funniest part is that this super metallic sound works really well in their rumba bands!
It’s everywhere! This is real marquetry—they’ll be in the attic very soon!
We then head to Nosy Tanikely, a tiny island surrounded by coral, perfect for snorkeling. We give it a try—the coral is (still) in good shape, and it’s teeming with little fish in all colors, but I don’t linger too long. The sun’s really strong today. Gotta be careful.
I spot a sign announcing a lighthouse and the presence of giant bats… Dom and I try to track some down in this little forest full of critters…
We’ll find out later that it’s over—there were some, but not anymore…
Hi there,
Thanks for taking the time to write such an enticing travel story.
Having taken a cruise in these waters back in 2017, we’re rediscovering your annotated photos with pleasure and nostalgia.
We’re on the edge of our seats!
More, more.....
"Le plus beau voyage, c'est celui qu'on n'a pas encore fait."
(Loick Peyron)
We were just chilling when our sweaty guide comes running up:
- They’ve been looking for you everywhere, we’ve got to leave!
- !!!!!
- It’s three o’clock!
We’d heard “you’ve got three hours” when we were supposed to hear “until” between “got” and “three”…
Time to head back already. This first experience was meant to help us assess Théodore for the future. We talk it over. We’re pretty disappointed. The meal was mostly the head and tail of a big fish with rice, a few tiny skewers, and the drink was a bottle of water we’d brought that morning, now turned into lukewarm liquid under the sun…
We decide to look elsewhere. During the twenty-minute tuk-tuk ride back, I stuck to my “we’ll think about it and call you” stance while he kept talking about the lousy season, extreme scarcity, and no money coming in… We stayed firm, and his sadness was obvious. He was really counting on a deal with us…
That evening, we finally decide to try the hotel restaurant’s “buffet.” For me, it’s “meh,” but Dom is literally loving it! A local music group sets up. The singer’s first move is to place a hat right in front to collect money. Dom and I are sitting at the table right next to them and ignore them pointedly. They won’t get anything from us. But the indifference of all these well-off people—no applause for these kids who play really well—eventually cracks our armor. I rush to our room to grab my wallet… Like magic, the atmosphere shifts from gloomy to dazzling. We look at each other, smile, start tapping our feet, and everyone relaxes. In that moment, the same thought crosses my mind about Théodore and his tough situation. He didn’t choose the bad fish. He did his best. The other groups didn’t eat any better—everyone does the exact same tour at the same price. Why not him? We decide to give him another chance. We’ll get our excursion and the feeling of helping someone through a rough patch...
Friday, October 4, 2019
Nosy Bé
A quiet day… Pool time… We scout the meet-up point for tomorrow’s whale-watching hike, about 2 kilometers down the beach…
Then we head back along a path that takes us away from the sea, discovering different landscapes…
We end the day with a trip to Dar Es Salam, always a favorite, to grab some snacks and drinks…
In the evening, after sunset—always a little different, always spectacular—I have lobster at Sol with my friend Merlot, a South African wine…
I just checked out your https://www.myatlas.com/jasrymn/dix-ans-de-bourlingues-a-madagascar.
It’s amazing, and I feel like a tiny, vaguely bourgeois tourist after reading it!
Your compliment means even more now!
I’ll definitely wander through your other travels around the world when I get the chance—totally sure it’ll kickstart the dream factory...
Today’s the highlight of the trip: whale shark hunting—we’re right in the middle of the season! We’ve got a meet-up with Rando’Baleines on Ashanti Beach.
It’s almost two kilometers to the spot, but it’s cool—there are some really affectionate and playful kids tagging along with us.
Then we wait… Like every experience. That’s the rule. The guys tell you a time and show up an hour later to make sure everyone’s there.
If you’re the impatient type, you’ve picked the wrong destination, my friend! They finally arrive. The team—two Malagasy guys and one French—is pro. They know where to go and how to find them. We get briefed on the rules, all that stuff, and off we go! Adventure time!
Actually, it’s not that hard. The whale shark eats small fry and krill (plankton, shrimp…) that it sucks up with its vacuum-cleaner-like mouth. It’s wherever there’s a lot of it. And since bonitos—a fish that looks like a small tuna—eat the same thing at the surface, and you can spot a school from really far away because they make such a ruckus, you just head toward that excited bunch, and the shark’s underneath.
The vibe is super nice. We’ve got a group of young globetrotters who travel together regularly and have a real passion for snorkeling. Even though we almost never socialize, we hit it off right away.
“Go go go go!!!” I didn’t see anything, but I rush, put on my flippers, mask, and snorkel, and jump straight off the boat—completely forgetting all the instructions (NEVER jump off the boat). My flippers are great; I’m face-to-face with the monster in no time. It’s really impressive. First, I’m surprised by the number of big white parasites it’s hosting. Then, it’s the size! It *is* the biggest fish in the world, and you can tell!
It comes up to the surface right in front of me, then dives into the depths and disappears. It’s just magical! It doesn’t resemble anything I’ve ever seen in my life. It’s like something out of prehistoric times. Maybe we’ll run into a dinosaur later on the island!
I don’t have an underwater camera, which I really regret when the Swiss girl shows me what she filmed with her GoPro. To give you an idea, I found this on Google Images—it’s the closest to the beast we met.
That’s exactly it. In fact, it’s a photo taken by a tourist right here in Nosy Bé.
We keep exploring. Another dive, another plunge. This time, I don’t find it. I’m next to the guide, just as clueless as I am. We surface, and he tells me, “Oh well, let’s head back.” Then suddenly, “It’s here—it’s gonna pass right under us!” And I see it gliding majestically just beneath my feet, like a big yellow-polka-dotted submarine.
Incredible!
Third round, same story—I don’t see a thing. I give up and come across a ctenophore. It’s so strange—it looks like an underwater streetlamp.
I spend long minutes watching it, fascinated, then surface, ready to head back. That’s when several voices call out to me: “Watch out! It’s coming right at you!” And sure enough, I dodge it by a hair and see it pass at a distance where I could’ve touched it.
As the Americans say, “Amazing!”
I’m so mesmerized by the grace of the giant fish that I don’t realize my mask is too loose and full of water. I swallow a good amount, choke, rip off my mask, and swallow even more. The feeling is extremely unpleasant. I’ve had enough—I skip the last dive, even though it was apparently fabulous, according to the participants—a couple at the surface who were totally approachable.
I just went through your https://www.myatlas.com/jasrymn/dix-ans-de-bourlingues-a-madagascar.
It’s extraordinary, and I feel like a tiny, vaguely bourgeois tourist after reading it!
Your compliment means even more because of that!
I’ll definitely check out your other travels around the world when I get the chance—obviously certain it’ll kickstart the dream factory...
Hello and thank you for the compliment, no doubt about it!
I really appreciate humility in people, and it seems we share that trait...
Your story reminded me of a little anecdote: we were in India, eating at a restaurant, and in front of us was a dance performance. The dancer was wonderful and full of grace, but no one was watching—we were the only ones applauding.
Our ways of traveling are probably very different; you must’ve noticed I’m not really into luxury but more into adventure. But that doesn’t matter at all! As long as the experience is interesting.
They’re estimated to live up to 130 years. They can dive under two thousand meters deep and stay underwater for months. Of course, the species is in decline and is on the red list of endangered animals. Here, everyone has an ecological sensitivity, including the clients. There’s a charter with rules to follow: don’t dive to avoid stressing the animal (yeah, right…), don’t touch it, stay at least 3 meters away, no more than 6 divers at a time (yeah, right… in reality, as soon as the six leave, the rest of the boat follows…). When a boat drops its divers, any other boat waiting for the show must wait until the previous ones have surfaced… etc., etc. There are no plastic bottles on the boat; we’re given a metal canteen. The vibe is highly commendable! As for our star of the day, it’s a completely enigmatic animal. According to our guide, we don’t know much about the species—its reproduction, its ocean routes… There’s a mission here trying to understand their behavior. The pattern of spots on their backs is their fingerprint, and the local team has developed software to identify them for sure with a camera. They now have names, like Michel, the local celebrity, who’s not shy at all and seems to enjoy human company. Over 300 have been identified so far, making this site absolutely unique in the world. We also note that 80% of the whales observed are males, which could mean the females are elsewhere and there’s a geographic zone where they meet, but we have no idea where this "orgy" takes place. We’ve tagged 8 of these creatures, but the system only works for a few months and requires the animal to stay near the surface. Still, the experiment has helped scientists better understand the importance of Nosy Be, as four of the eight sharks returned after swimming over 4,250 kilometers in four months.
The boat then takes us to Nosy Sakatia, right across from where we’re staying. There’s a sort of marine meadow they call a seagrass bed, where two species of sea turtles, including the green turtle, come to feed and reproduce. It’s really cool to see them swim, like big birds, poking their heads out of the water before diving back into barely two meters of depth.
We have dinner on the island—fish, rice, potatoes, as usual, but better than the last tour!
On the way back after a sea trip, there’s nothing like rinsing off in one of the pools. We’re looking for two lounge chairs when two old guys offer us their seats. "We’re leaving, take these!" I spot a very pretty young Black girl (oh, men!) around 16-17 years old doing circles in the water. We chat with the two men who seem to live here and treat themselves to a stay at the hotel for the site’s pleasure. They’re very old, and we talk about health, quadruple bypasses, and other senior topics. As we’re about to part ways, one of them calls over the girl, who joins him and snuggles up against him. The three of them leave with sparks of happiness in their eyes. Dom and I are stunned, even though this kind of wealthy-old-guy-young-Malagasy-girl relationship isn’t hidden in Dar es Salaam. This kind of couple is, just like whale sharks and lemurs, one of the country’s big attractions. It’s obviously regrettable… But we’re in a world of money, and it seems inevitable.
In the evening, Zébu and SudAf are my best friends.
It was supposed to rain… We got a few distant flashes over the sea. However, the atmosphere is heavy and very humid.
Sunday, October 6, 2019
It’s become our rhythm—early to bed, early to rise. This morning, we hit the pool… Nothing special to do, just relaxing. I take the chance to check the internet, which is like the pioneer days… It’s exhausting, but I deal with it.
At 2 PM, we have a meet-up with Théo. We gave him two tickets: one for Mont Passot and one for the Lokobe Reserve. Time for the first one! It’s about climbing to the island’s highest point, barely 330 meters, then descending to the sacred lakes. After a 5-kilometer walk through the bush, we’ll climb back up just in time for sunset. Ready to go?
We’re accompanied by a young guide who was born and lives in the area. He’s very professional, explains the customs, makes us smell the essences, and tells us about the uses of each plant… He’s a walking encyclopedia! Below, he gives us a demo of a wood dye he gets by pressing leaves.
There are a few sections that used to be a road, littered with big dead leaves that crunch underfoot, surrounded by colonies of sensitive plants—real ones that retract when you touch them.
A bit further on, there’s a second one. I’ve got to say, Théo has an incredible eye! He made us stop the car on the road because he’d spotted one while driving! Without him, we wouldn’t have seen a single one. Really!
Dominique’s never afraid of anything. We hand her the most improbable things to taste, and she tries them all…
She’ll try anything. No fear at all! Here, it’s the island of Ylang Ylang, a tree that produces a fruit resembling leaves, from which a highly prized perfume essence is made. Big perfume houses use it. There’s so much of it everywhere!
The photo below has nothing to do with it—it’s a papaya tree. Every guide plays the same joke. The male papaya has flowers, while the female bears the fruit. So this one is definitely a papaya tree, while the other is a… *Mamaya*! Ha ha ha ha… You see, we’re having fun…
The mamaya, then,
next to a fruit used to make mattresses. Very comfortable, but mice love them, we’re told…
We arrive at a traditional Ylang Ylang distillery. A poor guy is working away in there in scorching heat, half-naked. The scene is so straight out of Zola that we slip him a bill as we pass, trying to ease his struggle for a moment…
The "factory" seen from above…
We come across some cattle… Théo goes out of his way, climbing trees to pick fruit… Much to Dominique’s delight!
It keeps going down and down. We’re starting to get a little worried about the way back…
Finally, we reach the lakes… You can sometimes spot crocodiles there…
Théo’s actively looking for them, but no luck…
On the other hand, we do come across a variety of grass snakes pretty often… We’ll see two of them along the way…
A sacred altar made of a big rock with a large white seashell on top… Once a year, during a ceremony, people visit it to ensure optimal plant fertility…
A flower that we’re told is clitoral (😅)
The trail through the bush continues over a suspension bridge…
We come across another type of snake, perfectly adapted to the color of the leaves…
We finally see the famous pacou that goes "whoosh." It was a mystery throughout my African childhood.
The climb back up is tough; the atmosphere is stifling, and I feel like I’m dying. I’m so drenched in sweat that I look like I’ve fallen into a river.
We finally reach the summit of the mountain. There, it’s a surprise—half the town seems to have gathered up here. Clearly, watching the sunset is a highly popular activity! For us, though, it’s more about people-watching than admiring the stunning orange reflections the sun paints across the clouds!
The crowd is diverse—people of all backgrounds are here. Even on the platform, there’s a family of chickens, representing their species in a kind of quiet reverence, almost like a religious ceremony. A peaceful, tranquil atmosphere. Let the sunshine… uh… go?
That evening, we try something new: walking a few hundred meters along the beach in the dim moonlight (it’s really pretty—shhhhhhh, shhhhhhhhh, woof woof (yes, there are dogs)). We check out Jazzy Beach, a brand-new restaurant playing old bebop jazz, run by an Italian. The vibe there is amazing! Everyone comes up to talk to us like we’re old friends!
We have a nice South African Merlot, always served chilled, and a Zébu Stroganoff with a little dish of chili. You. Die. They have restaurants here—can you believe it?! It’s absolutely delicious!
Today is the second highlight of the trip: Lokobé Reserve.
As we decided a few days ago, we’re traveling with Théo. I had another moment of hesitation this morning when Dom read me the hotel brochure, which strongly advised guests not to go on expeditions with small, improvised tour operators. They don’t have insurance, and if something goes wrong, it can quickly turn into a nightmare, we’re warned. But then, seeing a group of 12 French people heading to the same reserve, I imagined trekking through the bush with folks who’d drone on about their professional success, their kids’ achievements, the disaster of the Yellow Vests, veils, burkinis, surrogacy, pension reforms, unemployed people living in the Bahamas... blablabla... All that tired old chatter... Everything we’re trying to escape! In short, Théo is the best!!
We set off in an old, clunky jalopy—no AC, just windows down (you can’t close them anyway). But it’s fine, I take the opportunity to snap some photos on the go!
We arrive in the capital, Hell-Ville—it’s teeming with people, absolutely chaotic, a total madhouse!
On the power lines, huge African spiders have made themselves at home—so creepy!
Like in all poorer countries, gambling is in full swing here.
We arrive near the massive central market. We’re supposed to buy lunch there, but we’ve already told Théo we’ll skip the meal—though we’re still up for exploring this place, which is so representative of local life.
We drive another twenty or so kilometers... On the road, magical Théodore spots a chameleon hiding in the bushes!
We reach a fishing village that’s the starting point for the marine reserve. Here, it’s become an industry—selling trinkets, tablecloths, handicrafts, and offering services for rent. As expected, we get a rudimentary pirogue of doom. We settle in, and no more master-slave dynamic—everyone’s paddling!
It takes about half an hour, just enough time to feel a huge sense of relief when the workout stops!
And we’re off!
It’s about to get pretty athletic again! We walk miles under a scorching sun that day. It goes up, down, up again—steep as hell—slippery, and you’ve gotta hold onto branches!
Like at Passot, the young guide is a gem, a well of knowledge...
Along the way, we spot a beautiful boa basking in the sun on a high branch.
We reach the edge of a small river. The guide bends down near a kind of bamboo and points something out. "Do you see it?" For us, he’s acting a bit crazy. He picks up a small leaf and seems to scratch the reed stem. Annoyed, the animal turns black and now stands out clearly on the leaf. It’s the world’s smallest chameleon!
Suddenly, I see Dom freaking out—she’s scratching frantically. "I—I’m under attack by mosquitoes!" "We’ve got to leave!" We reluctantly follow. Later, we’ll see from the insane number of bites developing on her legs that her reaction wasn’t exaggerated at all!
Later, the guide suggests we take a break on some big rocks. Playfully, he asks, "Don’t you see anything there?" Same story—question marks flying. He points out a stunning mossy leaf-tailed gecko. It’s taken on the exact color of the tree it’s perched on. You really have to focus to spot it, even when it’s right in front of your nose!
Then, a tiny frog...
In short, a little slice of paradise...
We reach a small waterfall where we can take a dip. Dom doesn’t need any convincing—she loves it!
Just a little further down, another natural pool—this one deeper. And splash!
We’re having dinner again at our Italian friends’ place, at Jazz-Beach…
Tuesday, October 8, 2019
Today, we’re moving. The Vanila is fully booked for the next two nights, so I couldn’t cover the entire stay. But it’s a blessing in disguise—we love changing places. We took a taxi that dropped us off in the center of Dar es Salaam, then climbed a steep hill through a small village. That’s where we ended up. Let me tell you, it was worth seeing. It’s completely different from the Vanila—more quiet luxury here, with city comforts. The setting isn’t the peaceful countryside anymore, but a cosmopolitan city vibe. The suite is great!
Our new favorites are now luxury and opulence…
We settle in, pool time, relaxing until the inevitable sunset…
Later, we sneak through the dark mountain alleys back to Dar. We were expecting a wild night, but it turned out pretty quiet—none of the excesses we’d seen, like in Phuket. We ate at a restaurant warmly recommended by the *Guide du Routard*. Bad call! It was boring, and we waited over an hour for our food. Let them rot! We’ll never be back!
Moussa picks us up at 8:30 AM for the magical mystery tour…
The drive is a chance to soak up a bit more of the island’s vibe. Discreetly, through the open window, I lazily snap away with my camera. At this speed, the results are mostly hit-or-miss—plus, the subject is very often totally uninteresting—but these are snapshots of the island in 2019. There’s something sentimental about them, a pleasure to look back on later…
Come on, hop in with us in Moussa’s splendid (ahem) sedan!
You’ll see, it’s a non-stop spectacle!
We arrive in Hell-Ville. The town of the 4Ls—those rugged cars with their basic mechanics, always fixable, that outlast our electronics-packed sedans by miles…
Our driver drops us off here. He’ll wait for us at the roundabout at the end of the avenue—we’re going for a stroll, especially to the market.
Dominique is haggling hard for vanilla. It comes from here, it comes from Madagascar.
Hell-Ville, as the name suggests, is also home to terrifying spiders that have set up colonies on the power lines. When you walk underneath, they drop onto your shoulder. It’s just a matter of minutes then… The streets are littered with fresh skeletons.
You know us—we wouldn’t have missed the cemetery for anything!
A bit of a disappointing visit compared to the promises of the overview… At times, it’s even total chaos.
Next, we visit the port… Filled with *boutres* (what’s that?)
We continue north afterward.
We arrive at a private park next to a ylang-ylang distillery. The little park is home to lots of small animals and plants… Okay, it’s not the wild, you know—it’s more like a small cageless zoo.
Used to humans, the lemurs are like kittens that come to purr on our shoulders.
Lemurland! There are even centuries-old tortoises! And crocodiles!
It’s nice—it’s still a little piece of nature. A place where animals are protected from human madness.
Next stop: the sacred tree! It’s under the care of a small traditional village.
It’s always the same story—an Indian planted an Indonesian species there. The plant went wild in every direction, perfectly adapted to the ecosystem. People saw the hand of some spirit in it, so they come to consult it, make wishes, and leave thank-you gifts. Someone even left coins in a dish. Money! A spirit! Oh my Lord, is it gonna buy a hair straightener? Well, there are also cow horns.
You can’t deny the place has a real air of mystery.
The world of the strange… We even came across a golden lizard!
Next stop, a ghost village (yeah, man, it’s full of surprises!), Marodoka. It used to be a busy trading post for merchant sailors from Zanzibar and India in the 19th century… Then the route lost its importance.
- Why didn’t the current residents use these solid houses to live in? They looked spacious and comfortable!
- … ????... I don’t know…
It’s just not their thing, that’s all.
Feeling thirsty, we head to a bar that’s really into covering the place in a lovely shade of green…
The mangroves in the north of the island…
Then back home… At Moussa’s unhurried pace, that made for a full day!
Relaxing evening… I settle on the terrace, sort through the photos… When it’s time for dinner, I move my mess to the bedroom—safer that way. On the way, the camera, which was sitting on the laptop, takes a nasty fall. At first, it won’t turn on, then it does, but the lens makes weird *clack clack* noises. Finally, it extends, but the shutter only opens about 10%. Total disaster! This old companion, so handy, lightweight, easy to slip into a pants pocket, and yet with a 24x zoom… I’m devastated. Dom sympathizes.
- You can just buy a new one, right?
- …Leave me alone!
And then, suddenly—go figure—it starts working again… Completely normally… You got any idea why?
We head into town to find the right restaurant…
We try the one offering lobster at the best price, right by the sea. They gave us a chilly welcome yesterday, but their menu is *so* tempting… Jackpot! It was actually good *and* cheap! It *does* exist!
Thursday, October 10, 2019
Nosy Be - Saint-Gilles-les-Bains
We were ready, on the starting blocks—Moussa was supposed to pick us up at the villa at 9 a.m., and then boom, an SMS from Air Austral: "Stop everything, folks, we’ve changed our plans. You’ll leave 3 hours and 10 minutes later." Big upheaval, but everything worked out—they offered us drinks and sandwiches. We took off from Nosy Bé at 3:05 p.m. instead of 11:55 a.m., landing in Saint-Pierre, Réunion, at 5:40 p.m.
Hertz, GPS, we arrive at L’Archipel. The disappointment is crushing. I can’t remember how I let myself get talked into renting in this awful place—a sort of meringue cake plopped in the middle of an industrial zone. It’s full of conventions, and you see a pretty girl in a leather suit taking photos of the graffiti the boss drew on his flip chart. Everything we came to escape catches up with us. For a moment, we’re ready to eat at the nearby pizzeria before finding the strength to leave, typing "restaurant Saint-Gilles" into our GPS.
We end up at "Chez nous," a restaurant run by a lovely couple who cheered us up after that depressing arrival. The young man gave us a book of photos about the island’s hikes, we ate pretty well, got a free homemade rum punch, smiles, and winks. We’ll be back!
Friday, October 11, 2019
Saint-Gilles-les-Bains
Last night, Dominique mentioned feeling completely exhausted. This morning, after what should’ve been a good night’s sleep, she still doesn’t feel better. There’s that. And then there’s... I’ll try to put it nicely: our "liquid mornings." Plus the incredible damage the *Mokafohys* did to almost her entire body. The what now?
This nasty thing transmits protozoa, filariae, but mostly viruses to humans and animals. The pharmacist we consulted was clear: we need to see a doctor.
So we end up in a tiny, overheated waiting room with a woman guzzling her intellect with some trashy rag about the elegant Sarkozys suffering at the hands of nitpicky, politicized judges, and a kid writhing in pain, moaning, covering his head with a cloth—seems like he’s really suffering.
Dom regained some energy with all that (antibiotics, anti-...). Off to the mountains!
We start at the village of Sans Souci to walk along the Mafate cirque via the *Canalisation des Orangers*. It all begins at a famous red water tank. From there, a dirt trail starts...
It starts steep. It quickly gets really tough...
We tackle the full 650-meter elevation gain in one go!
We stop often, exhausted. The last little house in Sans-Souci (where it’s better to live than in the neighboring village called "Malheur"—"Misfortune") marks the start of the walk. Yeah, all that climbing was free, and we haven’t even really started yet!
The official start of the trail is marked by a classic ONF sign. And also by a few mystical curiosities you’ll come across now and then along the way… Right away, the view is breathtaking! In every sense of the word, since the cliff is dizzying...
The good news is that from there, for 10 kilometers, it’s flat. All you have to do is soak in the stunning scenery and enchanting nature! *Vale la pena!*
We arrive under the delicate "Ilet Flamand" waterfall, our target—still 7.5 kilometers to go! We run into a few critters along the way.
Some little birds.
The scene is authentic:
Dom:
- What do you think that cable is?
A weird fishing line crosses the path we’re walking on.
I try the pitch. It really does sound like a fishing line. We make it vibrate like a nylon guitar string.
- Watch out!
Just so you know—and I’m sure you’ll be proud—your mom hiked 4.5 kilometers with a huge bottle of Orangina that someone stuck in a cactus back in the 70s. Some people go to great lengths to reach paradise, but once they get there and see the view, it’s like, "After me, the flood!" That capitalist mentality!
We head to the coast to grab a beer. Our two bottles of water were definitely not enough to quench our thirst!
I’ve been following your travel journal with interest, especially since Madagascar doesn’t often get trip reports. Thank you for putting in the effort.
However, I don’t understand some of your remarks—they come off as really aggressive and extreme. You don’t like tourists who prefer group excursions, okay. But then you say they use the trips to brag about their social success?! Seriously? You must not have done many of those yourself... usually, you just listen to the guide’s explanations.
You don’t like a certain category of hotels, that’s your right, but why exaggerate? And now capitalism is to blame for rudeness...
I’ve never littered, and I respect the places and people in the countries I visit.
Personally, I like comfort, even when traveling. When I was younger, I couldn’t afford it, so I did without... but that doesn’t stop me from appreciating travel journals from real backpackers who set off on adventures.
An open mind and a little kindness go a long way in human relationships, don’t you think?
Unless this is some kind of humor I’m missing, your extreme comments really bother me—especially on this forum, which is meant to be friendly.
I’m truly sorry if my comments upset you. They’re just how I feel—raw and unfiltered, as I’ve said before. Maybe (probably) they’re the ramblings of an old grump... I’m saying this without any aggression, I don’t hold anything against you, but—would it be so hard to just ignore my travel journal, think to yourself, "Wow, what a grumpy old reactionary (or whatever)"? Then move on to something else? People are different. I really enjoy expressing my feelings and impressions, even if they’re not always kind. When you travel, you’re bombarded with all sorts of sensations, sometimes conflicting ones. I share them—that’s just me. It’s not a child’s essay, it’s not a Walt Disney script. Just ignore me. It’s not that difficult...
You're right, Jean Luc—I could have just stopped following you; that was actually my first thought. But I'm older than you, and I find that individualism and extreme positions are becoming more and more common and vocal, which worries me. Plus, indifference just isn’t really my thing.
It’s this concern that motivated me. And I think filters are often necessary—they improve a lot of things.
But that’s just my opinion 😊
Aside from those three comments, your travel journal is great.
Catherine, thanks for this "calming" reply. I’ll avoid turning this travel journal into a heated debate, but I really want to emphasize that the words "individualistic" and "indifference" don’t describe me at all! Still, I’m sure you’ll understand that I won’t dive into a full argument here—after all, that’s way off-topic for this forum. 😉
Thanks for your travel journal. It’s so personal, and I love that. It’s your story with your feelings—I may share them or not, but it’s way more interesting to read than a “filtered” story. Please don’t change your tone or style, and accept my compliments on your photos.
Allemand de naissance, Bavarois de culture et Européen d´ésprit
Thanks so much for this beautiful share. After reading this, it really makes me want to go. Plus, I see that it’s possible to stand up to the scams by airport officials—those people tend to terrify me, especially when I’m exhausted from hours of flying. Your story is really encouraging in every way. Thanks again for the effort of publishing it—it’s a lot of work!
Thanks Max, for your really kind message. I’d completely moved on and even forgotten my travel journal existed. So now I’m thinking of posting a few other trips I’ve done here and there... It’s true that it takes time...
This is a trip you’ve got to take. We arrived feeling genuinely worried after reading forums and even hearing from people around us who had a really alarming view of Madagascar. Safety, health... “Don’t go!” pretty much sums up the general vibe. But our fears quickly faded. Once we passed the airport, we only met kind people. Looking back, the only real precaution is to bring repellent to avoid mosquito and midge bites. As for the airport anecdote, I’m not sure how common it is. Maybe we just ran into *the* “bad guy.” But it wasn’t traumatizing. The guy in front of me left a few euro coins, and if he hadn’t given anything, honestly, they wouldn’t have made a fuss. They clearly weren’t comfortable either... He was “trying.” It’s a way to improve tough living conditions, and it was totally non-aggressive.
Good evening,
Africa in general, and Madagascar in particular, aren't exactly riding a wave of Western tourism. There's a pretty negative image and press for a bunch of reasons.
Anyway.
You've moved past that, which is great because, as you mentioned, you really enjoyed it. Awesome.
As for customs, there are some bad apples. That's for sure. But if you're following the rules and you're polite yet firm, there's no reason they should insist. I've never seen it happen (though I can't swear it never does). There are two main reasons why some people end up paying:
- They give in to the demand, thinking it's typical and that if they don’t, they’ll run into problems. Unfortunately, it does happen, and it’s a real shame because, as you said, there’s no reason to pay.
- They’ve done something wrong and pay to get through. That happens too. Some people who complain about corruption are often the first to use it for a favor. This is rarely the case for tourists—it’s more common among regulars, residents or not.
Nothing that should stop you from discovering this magnificent country
Well, I really enjoyed your descriptions of the places you visited, but it seems to me you missed the real Madagascar...
Nosy Bé already!! That’s not Madagascar... it’s a dream island full of money and wealthy tourists, luxury hotels, and cheap restaurants that even most Malagasy people can’t afford...
It has nothing to do with the rest of life on the Big Island 😕
Of course, locals make a living from it, but what disdain to drop a "bill" every now and then...
A Malagasy person earns 30 euros a month... a teacher I know earns 100 euros!!
Go see other places in Madagascar, and you’ll understand.
The kindness of the Malagasy people is astonishing given their poverty, which affects 80 percent of the population...
I’ll stop now 😕... you’re lucky to be able to travel (just like me, by the way), but let’s stay humble: as you say, neither capitalist nor commie!!!!
tonytruand
il y a ceux qui voient les choses telles qu'elles sont et qui se demandent pourquoi; moi je les vois telles qu'elles pourraient être et je me dis pourquoi pas ?( 2005 )
You're right, Antoine, obviously Nosy Be isn't Madagascar, just as Madagascar isn't Africa. What you're saying is accurate, but I already wrote that in a previous post. I'm sharing MY trip. It's not representative of anything. It's a personal account. It's not meant to lecture anyone in any way. I don't think it's useful to start a debate here, whatever the topic. This isn't the place for it. On this forum, we share our travel experiences. Some readers might find it awful, others will appreciate it. The former should be able to move on and find themselves thousands of kilometers away with just a few clicks. No need to get upset—people aren't all the same. Regarding the last part of your message, I agree with the first half. Best regards, despite everything.
Nosy Be isn’t Madagascar, but it’s definitely one of Madagascar’s many facets. Just like Tana, Tuléar, Majunga, or Tamatave aren’t *the* Madagascar either. Because Madagascar is the combination of all these places.
And the Malagasy people of Nosy Be are still Malagasy, no matter what.
Personally, I love discovering as many facets as possible, and I honestly really enjoyed the North, especially Nosy Be—even though I used to be more of a highlands *vazaha*, into rice fields and summer drizzle (where whale sharks and dolphins aren’t exactly common, unlike in Nosy Be). And I don’t see a problem with loving both. By avoiding Ambatoloaka, you skip the most touristy part and maybe some of the island’s less appealing sides. But the rest of the island has villages, people far from tourism, gorgeous spots, and so on. All while keeping in mind that tourism here is still pretty low-key anyway.
Life isn’t about subtractions—it’s about additions.
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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!!!
Avant notre Départ
La préparation de ce voyage a commencé 9 mois avant notre départ au mois de Juin. Pour ceux qui veulent faire un circuit similaire, il est important de réserver les hébergements très tôt, surtout dans les campsites de l'Okavango et de Savuti au risque de ne pas avoir de place.
Présentation
Après avoir fait la Zambie il y a 3 ans ainsi que la Namibie et l'ouest du Botswana il y a 1,5 ans, le choix s’est porté cette année sur le Zimbabwe (Hwange NP) et la moitié nord du Botswana.
Le vol depuis Paris est à destination de Victoria Falls avec Ethiopians airlines et une escale à Addis Ababa. Location d'un 4x4 chez Bushlore à Kasane avec deux tentes sur le toit puisque nous sommes 4 pour ce périple. La compagnie Bushlore vient nous chercher à notre guesthouse pour aller récupérer notre 4x4 et surtout nous faire une présentation de la voiture et de son équipement. Faites vraiment attention à ce que l'on vous dit car cela peut s'avérer primordial en cas de problème comme ce sera notre cas pendant le voyage.
Notre Parcours
Nous sommes arrivés le 12 juin à midi à destination. A l'aéroport de Victoria Falls dès l'arrivée nous faisons l'acquisition de notre Visa à "Double Entrée" que j'avais au préalable réservé sur internet sur le site https://www.evisa.gov.zw/ .
Comme notre véhicule est positionné au Botswana, nous devons nous y rendre depuis Victoria Falls en franchissant pour la première fois la frontière entre le Zimbabwe et le Botswana.
Le lendemain matin, la compagnie Bushlore vient nous chercher à notre guesthouse pour aller récupérer notre 4x4. A la fin des formalités, nous prenons la route direction le Zimbabwe et la ville de Victoria Falls.
Le matin réveil matinal pour être aux chutes Victoria au lever du soleil. Superbe paysage mais comme nous sommes au début de la saison sèche, il y a beaucoup d'eau dans le Zambèze et donc un débit important aux chutes. Ceci ne permet pas d'en apprécier toute la beauté.
En début d'après-midi , nous partons pour Hwange NP dans lequel nous restons 4 jours. Deux jours à Gwango campsite près de Dete et ensuite deux jours à Robins Camp. Nous pensions voir plus d'animaux à Robins, en fait cela n'a pas été le cas. A Hwange, nous n'avons pas vu de prédateurs mais quand même une multitude de mammifères ( buffles, éléphants girafes, zèbres et antilopes).
Après cette incursion de quelques jours au Zimbabwe, nous retraversons la frontière à Pandamatenga pour retourner au Botswana. Une escale au Nata lodge pour une bonne nuit de repos car il est fatigant de conduire sur la piste.
Nous quittons Nata pour nous diriger vers Nxai Pan, la piste est sablonneuse mais c'est relativement facile. Nous faisons un petit crochet pour aller admirer quelques beaux spécimens de baobabs à "Baines Baobabs". Ensuite nous reprenons la piste pour nous rendre dans notre campsite le Nxai pan South camp. Il faut savoir que beaucoup de campsites au Botswana ne sont pas clôturés (sauf la partie douches toilettes) et que donc les animaux peuvent se promener librement au sein du camp. Quelques précautions sont donc à prévoir surtout à la nuit tombée.
Après cette halte dans le pan de Nxai, nous reprenons la route pour Maun. Nous avons décidé de faire une halte à Maun avant de rejoindre Moremi et le delta de l'Okavango pour trois raisons. La première était que nous devions faire le plein de vivres et d'essence pour les 5 prochains jours, la seconde parce que notre réfrigérateur est en panne (heureusement bushlore à une succursale à Maun) et la troisi��me que le trajet de Nxai à notre camp de Xakanaxa dans le delta aurait pris trop de temps. J'évite toujours de conduire à la nuit tombée.
Nous arrivons donc le 21 Juin en début d'après-midi dans notre camp de Xakanaxa. Ne voulant pas perdre de temps nous réservons une balade en bateau sur le delta de l'Okavango, départ à 16h00 pour une durée de 2 heures pour assister au coucher de soleil. Pour ceux que cela intéresse à droite de l'emplacement Xakanaxa X1 , il y a un panneau pour faire des balades en bateau. La personne qui les organise est très pro et pratique des prix sans commune mesure avec ceux des lodges.
Une belle balade dans le delta et un superbe coucher de soleil. Il est bien plus reposant d'être en bateau plutôt que sur la piste. Ce qui ne nous empêche pas de faire le matin et en fin d'après-midi le lendemain des self-drive avec notre véhicule.
Voici venu le moment de quitter la zone du delta pour nous diriger vers Savuti, une région bien plus sèche. Et c'est là que commence la partie la plus difficile de notre voyage. Tout d'abord, nous décidons de remonter par Khwai , la saison des pluies est terminée mais la zone est marécageuse. Cela nous oblige à traverser quelques petites zones d'eau que nous sondons pour vérifier que nous pouvons les franchir. Heureusement sur la route un panneau nous indique la route à suivre pour rester plus ou moins au sec. Nous arrivons à Khwai sans encombre et c'est ensuite que nous avons commis une erreur majeure. Au lieu de suivre la piste principale pour remonter vers Mababe Gate et rejoindre Savuti Camp, nous avons pris une piste rectiligne qui remonte plein nord et ensuite une piste sur la droite pour rejoindre notre camp. Erreur de jugement puisque nous nous sommes ensablés, une roue arrière enfoncée à mi-hauteur dans le sable et une autre à l'avant qui ne touche plus le sol. Au point de connaitre une véritable peur de ne pouvoir nous en sortir, le tout sur une piste déserte et à vingt kilomètres de notre point de chute quand la nuit va tomber dans deux heures. Là où ma recommandation d'être attentif aux instructions relatives au véhicule prend tout son sens puisqu'il a fallu utiliser le cric de levage afin de résoudre le problème. Bilan : nous arrivons au camp site de Savuti peu avant la nuit ( Distance : 146,3 km, Durée : 9 heures, 56 minutes et 3 secondes, Vitesse moyenne : 14,7 km/h , trace prise avec Osmand ). A la réception, la personne ne comprend pas par ou nous sommes passées, car en effet nous n'avons franchi aucune porte d'entrée de la réserve de Savuti.
Le lendemain matin personne n'a envie de conduire et nous faisons donc un game drive avec un guide. Je ne sais pas si c'est une forme de récompense mais la sortie est formidable. Nous avons le plaisir de voir trois lions et surtout une troupe de lycaons que nous avons le temps d'admirer et de photographier. Le lendemain, nous faisons un petit self drive et nous retrouvons un des lions de la veille qui se désaltère à un point d'eau. Fin de notre aventure à Savuti.
Nous partons maintenant vers Kasane. Nous restituons notre voiture et nous nous installons pour nos deux dernières nuits à Kasane. Le lendemain matin, comme nous n'avons plus de voiture, nous décidons donc de faire un dernier game drive matinal à Chobe NP qui se révèle là aussi plutôt réussi avec le suivi de deux lions qui sont frères et beaucoup d'autres mammifères. Le seul inconvénient de Chobe est qu'il y a beaucoup de touristes , cela nous change des autres parcs que nous avons faits. Ceci dit nous sommes nous-mêmes des vacanciers donc ... Le soir, nous faisons une ultime balade en bateau sur la rivière Chobe pour finir en beauté avec un très beau coucher de soleil.
Une bonne nuit de sommeil et pleins de merveilleux souvenirs, de paysages, d'animaux et d'émotions mais il est temps de repartir. Nous partons tôt le matin avec la même compagnie de taxi qu'à l'aller afin de franchir une dernière fois la frontière vers le Zimbabwe pour rejoindre l'aéroport d'où nous décollons pour rentrer en France.
Nous avons atterri à Victoria Falls au Zimbabwe et sommes allés directement au Botswana à Kasane pour récupérer notre voiture.
Notre véhicule est un 4X4 car en Zambie, il est pratiquement impossible d'utiliser autre chose surtout dans les parcs nationaux. J'ai déjà eu le plaisir de visiter le parc national de South Luangwa, c'est une des motivations pour ce voyage, la principale raison étant de voyager en Afrique avec un de mes fils.
Première étape Livingstone au bord du fleuve Zambèze, sur la route nous découvrons un restaurant très agréable chez Socrates avec un patron super sympathique (d'ailleurs à notre retour nous y ferons une autre escale). Nous faisons notre première nuit dans le tente de toit après un superbe coucher de soleil, accompagné du grognement des hippos dans le fleuve.
Le lendemain départ de bonne heure, direction Kafue NP. En fait les départ seront toujours de bonne heure, lever entre 5h00 et 5h30 du matin et départ une heure plus tard. Kafue est un parc méconnu, il est essentiellement boisé, les animaux sont craintifs car peu habitués à la présence humaine. Nous avons traversé le parc du sud vers le nord et avons croisé la route de diverses antilopes. Aux abords du lac Itezhi-Tezhi, on trouve des plaines et une faune plus facile à observer.
Après Kafue, direction South Luangwa. Ce trajet nécessite de faire des étapes à Mumbwa et Petauke. Deux étapes agréables où nous avons trouvé des lodges (cela change un peu de la tente sur le toit de la voiture) à des prix abordables et rencontré des personnes accueillantes.
South Luangwa est pour ma part le plus beau parc de Zambie, la rivière est magnifique, les paysages superbes et on y trouve une grande diversité animale y compris bien sûr les grands fauves. Un conseil pour ceux qui comme nous ne sont pas accompagnés d'un guide, si vous restez plusieurs jours aux abords du parc, n'hésitez pas à faire un "game drive" et ainsi repérer les endroits où se trouvent les animaux, afin d'y retourner le lendemain avec votre propre véhicule. Bien sûr en saison sèche, il faut privilégier les points d'eau pour voir les animaux et aussi avoir de la chance. La population d'éléphant est en croissance et nous avons eu la chance de voir au petit matin la traversée de la Luangwa par un soixante d'éléphants répartis sur plusieurs groupe. South Luangwa est le point le plus à l'ouest de notre voyage, nous repartons vers l'est afin de nous rendre dans le Lower Zambezi.
Le Lower Zambezi est la partie Zambienne de Mana Pools coté Zimbabwe. C'est sur le Zambèze que nous avons fait une balade en bateau pour voir les éléphants, hippos, crocodiles et une multitude d'oiseaux qui vivent au bord de l'eau et sur les diverses îles du fleuve. Le coucher de soleil est là aussi magnifique.
Pour notre découverte du parc, nous avons longé les cours d'eau en parallèle du Zambèze surtout sur la partie ouest (voir notre trajet). Le Lower est le dernier parc que nous visitons, la dernière étape de notre circuit sera les chutes Victoria.
Victoria Falls ou Mosi-Oa-Tunya (la fumée qui gronde), ces chutes sont véritablement impressionnantes même pendant la saison sèche. Nous avons vu les chutes à partir des deux pays, en Zambie pour la perspective globale et le pont qui sert de frontière, au Zimbabwe pour être au plus prés des chutes les plus spectaculaires.
C'est la fin de notre voyage, qui malgré l'explosion d'une roue sur la route aura été sans problèmes majeurs. La Zambie, un bien beau pays qui nous projette dans une nature sauvage et encore préservée.
I’d been wanting to discover Sulawesi for years. But then life happened—COVID, the cost of flight tickets, you name it. Long story short, years went by, but we finally set off as a family for a three-week trip in southern Sulawesi: Rammang Rammang, Rantepao, Sengkang, Bira, and Selayar.
I like to spend a good amount of time in the places I visit, giving myself the chance to really get to know the area and meet locals. So no island-hopping this time—just the south. But when I say "just," it’s not restrictive at all, given how rich this island is in landscapes, little encounters, and magical moments.
Wednesday 07/08 - Thursday 07/09:
We left Montpellier for what was supposed to be five flights, though we only took four to start, landing in Jakarta.
We picked up our luggage there to catch a flight to Makassar the next day. That’s the only way we could get an affordable ticket (702 €).
I won’t bore you with the flight details—there’s not much to say. We arrived at 7 PM and considered heading straight to Makassar that evening. But we opted for a recovery night before taking off again. Good thing we did, because my son’s suitcase was missing...
First contact with the locals was a bit stressful—a trip without your luggage isn’t exactly fun. But right away, a woman reassured us: the suitcase was just enjoying some extra time in Singapore. Maybe it was doing some last-minute shopping. Anyway, nothing serious—it was supposed to arrive at 9 AM the next day. That gave us some breathing room since our flight wasn’t until noon.
So off we went to our hotel (Days Hotel & Suites) near the airport. It was cheap (40 € for three rooms—my kids are older and need their space), but it wasn’t worth much more. The place had definitely seen better days. But no big deal—we were only there for the night, and... we got to watch France beat Morocco in the World Cup live at 3 AM. That’s what really mattered!
Friday 07/10: In search of the lost suitcase
First challenge of the morning: finding our missing suitcase. They sent us to the airport basement, to the staff entrance. We were greeted with smiles, and an airport employee led me through the underground corridors back to the baggage claim. Right on time at 9 AM, the suitcase arrived, just like they’d promised. We were finally complete!
Off we went to change terminals, grab a well-deserved meal, and board our fifth flight to Makassar.
Little side note: I struggled for a while trying to book domestic flights directly on the airlines’ websites with no luck. Without meaning to advertise (though I guess I am a little), I realized it’d be easier to use sites like tiket.com or Traveloka. That turned out to be a great choice—I even ended up booking hotels through them later in the trip.
12:40 PM: We were on our way to Makassar. First good news: we were the only tourists. Well, the only European tourists on the flight, anyway.
No, you’re not dreaming—the bag is full of... potato chip packets.
To each their own souvenirs, I guess...
When we arrived in Makassar, a driver was waiting to take us straight to Rammang Rammang: 250,000 IDR (12 €) to our guesthouse (Rammang Rammang House). Forget about meeting people on the bus—we were headed straight to the first stop of our trip, and it was already stunning.
My kids’ guesthouse:
Ours:
View of the little lake:
But not everything is straightforward around here.
I wanted to get a local SIM card for internet and calls. I found them expensive at Jakarta’s airport (20 € for 20 GB), so I decided to wait. Well, no luck in Rammang Rammang either. You can’t just buy one from the local shop—you need a Telkomsat store (they have the best coverage). So we’d have to wait for Rantepao to get Wi-Fi... When I say "local shop," I mean the little shack around the corner. No big deal—we’d find one easily in Rantepao for 5 € and 25 GB. So there we were, offline, just the four of us enjoying the amazing view.
Saturday 07/11: Rammang Rammang
We woke up early to the sound of wedding music blasting through the village (everyone’s invited!). Off we went to explore the area.
A little walking, a little boat ride (shared with a French tourist and a Polish one—yes, there *are* tourists here, just not many; 750,000 IDR for up to 8 people) through a lovely canal, and we discovered the karst site. It was peaceful and beautiful.
The river:
The karst site:
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 hesitated about writing this travel journal...
This summer, we only did the classics (the 3 northern parks and Zanzibar) and let a local agency take care of everything from start to finish.
No craziness, no risks, no sleeping under the stars, no self-drive, no venturing off the beaten path, no incidents, and not even any delays in the pre-planned itinerary...
But don’t think we were disappointed!
The whole family (there were 6 of us) came back with smiles and memories of great moments spent together.
So, if you're looking for a "classic" way to discover Tanzania, this is the place to be.
Our 2-week itinerary:
- Arusha (1 night upon arrival)
- Tarangire (1 night)
- Ngorongoro (2 nights in Karatu then Irmisigiyo)
- Serengeti (3 nights in Robanda, Togoro Plains, and Seronera)
- Zanzibar Stone Town (1 night)
- Zanzibar Matemwe (3 nights)
- Zanzibar Jambiani (3 nights)
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
I could have titled my travel journal like Carmen: "Some trips are born twice." Indeed, we had considered this destination back in February 2020. However, an honest tour operator advised us against traveling at that time due to the climate. So, we gave up and opted for Guatemala instead (see "On the Mayan Lands" on this site).
So, why this title? When I was in primary school, over 65 years ago, the illustrations in my history books (Machu Picchu) and geography books (Lake Titicaca) made me dream, and those images stayed in my mind. It took until 2026 to finally make this dream come true!
We prepared our trip with Tout Pérou, a French-speaking "agency." Everything was handled via email and WhatsApp exchanges with our contact: Laurent, who was both competent, friendly, and full of good advice.
For 200 €, Tout Pérou provided us with drivers and guides whenever we wanted, helped us buy our domestic flights (cheaper when purchased in Peru), booked shuttles between airports and hotels, and got us a discount on the train ride to Aguas Calientes, as well as on the buses between Chivay and Puno and between Puno and Cusco. In short, Laurent took care of all the logistics and the Machu Picchu tickets. It was up to us to book our hotels. Tout Pérou provided a list, but we weren’t obliged to follow it. Another advantage of the package: we didn’t have to pay in advance; we paid the service providers directly day by day.
We didn’t meet Laurent in person because he was on vacation in Europe. Before his departure, he gave us a briefing, provided a summary table with the entire program, the service providers, their phone numbers, their fees, the schedules, and gave us plenty of advice (money, exchange, safety, etc.). After returning at the end of our stay, he kept checking in on us.
Lastly, we had also gathered information from Arnaud Lagadec, who runs a hotel in Cusco and offers tours of the region. He gave us a lot of useful information. Another contact: Thomas Montaigne, very friendly, who runs an agency in Arequipa (Agence Pérou Exclusif).
Day 1 – Paris to Lima
Foreword
I’ll share our trip without any pretension—I don’t have the talent of some contributors on this forum—and I’ll illustrate it with a few photos (taken with an ordinary smartphone). My comments are personal and only reflect my own views. So, please be kind! Feel free to comment on my story as you like, but let’s avoid pointless debates.
Even though we live in the south of the Paris region, true to our habits when the flight is in the morning, we chose to spend the night before our departure in a hotel near CDG and parked our car in a parking lot in Garches. This way, we avoid the stress that often comes with traveling around Paris (accidents, roadworks, traffic jams, etc.).
Check-in and border control went smoothly on that Sunday morning. Our Air France flight was uneventful. In Lima, border control took a particularly long time, and for the first time, we didn’t get an entry visa stamped in our passports.
As planned, a driver took us to the Miraflores district, where our hotel was located. We were surprised by the numerous signs about possible tsunamis, having forgotten that Peru is prone to such events and regularly experiences earthquakes. We’d see the consequences of these during our journey.
Exhausted from the early wake-up, the 13-hour flight, and the 7-hour time difference, we had dinner at the hotel before a restful night.
Note that this day was Peru’s presidential election day. As a result, we weren’t served beer—the sale of alcohol was banned that Sunday.
Okay, Palermo—we know it. We go there to marvel at the architectural wonders born from the Arab-Norman-Byzantine-Gothic mix. And rightly so. We also go to treat our taste buds to all kinds of delights, both savory and sweet. Again, rightly so. We go to succumb to the charms of Palermo’s women, their sun-kissed skin glowing with golden highlights. Still, rightly so. And all while fantasizing about a mafia we’ll never actually see. Anyway.
But you’ll also find street art everywhere, even in the historic center. Sometimes, you just need to step a few meters away from the main tourist highways like Cassaro, Via Maqueda, or the main arteries of the Ballarò, Capo, or Vucciria markets to stumble upon some amazing murals. Duck into one or two slightly grimy alleys, weaving past trash and crumbling walls, and you’ll find real gems.
For example, just 50 meters south of the main artery of the Mercato del Capo, there’s a great spot with dozens of murals in a tiny neighborhood of run-down mini-houses. You’ll find plenty more south of the Mercato di Ballarò, in the Albergheria (the grittier side, not the one near Cassaro). There’s some in Ballarò itself too, but it’s hard to spot when the market’s in full swing with stalls everywhere. La Kalsa isn’t left out either, nor is Vucciria—just step away from the restaurant-packed streets.
Here are a few examples that really caught my eye.
(In the heart of Albergheria, on a street every visitor walks down—lovely message from an unidentified artist)
We all have two lives. And the second one kicks off the day you realize you only have one, with the determination to spend the time you have left on what truly adds sparkle to your life, Kevin! I like to elegantly introduce a trip with a philosophical quote. First, it gives you the illusion that I’m some kind of deep thinker, and second, it lets me fill up the first few lines of my blank page when I don’t know how to tell you I’m diving back into what really lights up my life: another adventure beyond the horizon! And nearly every other year, like a toxic relationship, my horizon tends to take shape in Uncle Sam’s backyard. And this, despite his cousin Donald calling the shots. Speaking of which, it was partly that impulsive guy who pushed us to be just as impulsive and snag our four flight tickets at a ridiculously low price—a direct result of foreign tourism taking a hit from BetaMax’s repeated antics... Four tickets? Who are the other lucky ones? In this case, our lucky ones are actually lucky ladies: My Flo, always up for exploring the world with me on foot, camelback, or scooter, is obviously in on the fun. The other two seats went to our daughters, Sasha and Luna, both thrilled to be part of this new American adventure...
But what’s the American West like in February?... A gamble. Let’s call it Russian roulette since we’re not landing during peak weather season. That’s why we encouraged our transportation and accommodation to get cozy and produce a little camper van, so we can stay ultra-flexible in the face of any weather tantrums. We’ll be roaming in Kara the van with the motto "Follow the sun!" Bad weather? We bolt. Snow? We speed up. Sunny? We act like it was the plan all along and soak it up.
"Okay, but why keep coming back to the same corner of the globe? After ten American adventures, you must be tired of seeing the same things, right?" But I’m not crazy, you know!... The American West is like making love to your gorgeous wife over and over, always enjoying it just as much. And contrary to what you might think, the American West isn’t just the Grand Canyon, Monument Valley, Las Vegas, and Bryce Canyon. Proof is, after ten trips to the U.S., my retinas are still untouched by three-quarters of the places I scribbled on a napkin for this adventure... Oh, and add to that my wife, who I’ve easily converted to my religion, and boom... relapse is even easier! Because yes, we’ve landed in Los Angeles after a sunny flight over Greenland, still under Danish flag for now. And we’re already heading east through the XXL traffic of L.A.’s eight-lane highways, eager to dive into our first discoveries. But first, night is taking over the sky, and second, we’ve been officially awake for 24 hours, so I suggest wrapping up this intro. I’ll tell you more tomorrow morning. Sound good?
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!
This travel journal aims to help future travelers (well, I hope so!), since there’s so little information available about this remote archipelago. Big thanks to Lolodesiles and Ayis for answering my questions while I planned this trip!
Context
This is our fourth trip to Indonesia as a couple—after Java-Bali in 2011, Flores-Komodo in 2013, and Sulawesi in 2016—each time for three weeks. It’s also our tenth trip to Southeast Asia overall.
We’re traveling like we have in previous years: with a rough itinerary that often changes based on who we meet, tips from other travelers, how tired we are, or what we’re feeling in the moment. In the Moluccas, it’ll change constantly, mostly depending on transportation.
Our only accommodation booking: the first few nights in Ambon when we arrive.
Planned route (to be refined on the spot): Ambon - Banda Islands - Lease Islands - Ternate - Tidore - Halmahera (between Sofifi and Tobelo) - Morotai and the neighboring unnamed archipelago.
Flights: Lyon-Paris-Singapore on Air France (428 € round-trip), with good meals, champagne, and wine (we like our little comforts when going on vacation 😏). Then Singapore-Jakarta-Ambon on Air Asia and Garuda.
Return flight: Ternate-Jakarta-Singapore on Lion Air, with a 3-day stopover in Singapore before heading home.
Episode 1: Ambon to Banda
Our guesthouse, booked two days before departure, is 45 minutes from Ambon Airport, near Natsepa Beach (northeast of Leihitu). It’s a pretty average beach—quiet on weekdays but packed on Sundays (we saw the difference). It’s lined with warungs.
This rainy day helps us readjust to the atmosphere of this country we love so much.
Our “Solim Guesthouse” is a lovely house with a living/dining room and garden, costing 15 € per night for two, including a hearty breakfast.
Dinner is at Gaba Gaba, a great restaurant just a short walk away, right by the water, recommended by our host. Fun fact: it’s in the Lonely Planet, and it might be the only LP-listed spot in the Moluccas that actually matches the description (the others either don’t exist or have nothing to do with what’s advertised 😠).
For the next two days, the super-friendly owner lends us his scooter. We set off to explore the coastal villages in northern Leihitu (the western part of Ambon Island, which has a weird shape).
Laundry and trucks washed in the same stream.
Liang Beach, described as the island’s most beautiful, is almost gone (climate change or something else?), but the colors are magical.
We continue 25 km toward a snorkeling spot our host recommended, taking a gorgeous, deserted little road through tiny villages in clove plantations (oh, those unforgettable scents!), stunning coves, and dense forest.
We’re greeted dozens of times with “Hello Mister”—a daily routine in the Moluccas. Every time we stop, we pose for photos to be saved on locals’ smartphones. They don’t see tourists often.
We ask for directions to the snorkeling spot (not easy—we only know basic Indonesian like *Selamat pagi*, *siang*, *sore*, and other polite phrases). Not many people know where it is (especially since we never know which village we’re in), but we eventually reach a small village that seems to be the right place. 🙂
We ask a local to take us there by boat (it’s not reachable by land).
The spot is at most 100 meters long, but the coral is in good condition (apparently not dynamited by fishermen, unlike in other parts of this beautiful country where fishing methods are destructive and nature pays the price 😠). The fish are plentiful and diverse. It’s a great start before heading to Banda. We’re happy to have the place to ourselves… though we don’t yet realize we won’t see a single tourist for the rest of the trip!
After two days of rest, we head to Tulehu Port in the morning, aiming for the Banda Islands. We know the journey is often tricky: the Pelni ferry runs twice a month but doesn’t match our dates, the 10-seat Suzi Air plane is always full (you can’t book—you have to show up on Mondays and Fridays), and it’s often canceled due to weather. So we opt for the Tuesday speedboat (which also gets canceled if there are waves or wind), with the next one on Saturday.
We’re used to Indonesian ports—crowded, rusty boats, no English speakers—but we still feel lost. When I ask about the speedboat to Bandaneira, people gesture wildly, someone takes me to the “harbor office,” then tells me there’s no boat, others try to sell me tickets, and some just say, “No boat.”
Luckily, an English-speaking local approaches us and confirms the speedboat is broken. The next one will be Saturday *if* it’s fixed—otherwise, even later. 🤪 😠
We’re crushed. We came here for the Banda Islands… 🙁
We decide waiting five days for a maybe-boat isn’t an option, so we decide to head straight to North Moluccas, which was planned for later. We’re so disappointed we don’t even want to stay in the area. The Lease Islands don’t appeal to us despite what we’ve read, and Seram would deserve its own trip with its remote mountain tribes.
Huge disappointment—we’d been dreaming of Banda for months, with its incredible drop-offs like Bunaken, its islands covered in nutmeg trees, etc. I’d read that Banda is in the world’s top 5, alongside Bunaken (amazing—we went in 2016), Komodo (incredible—we went in 2013), Sipadan, and another spot I’ve forgotten.
We take a taxi back to Ambon (45 minutes) to a travel agency to buy plane tickets to Ternate. There’s a daily ATR72 flight at noon—perfect timing.
Ambon is the capital of South Moluccas (or Central, depending on who you ask!) with 300,000 people. The city doesn’t seem unpleasant, but we don’t stop.
On the plane, there are only about ten passengers for 72 seats. The flight attendants are stunning, as always with Wings Air—clearly, they’re hired for their looks. 😊
Stopover in Bacan—a runway in the middle of coconut trees serving a tiny town—then we fly over countless volcanoes, the last one towering over Ternate.
With my girlfriend Christelle, we’ve chosen South Africa for our first trip to Southern Africa, focusing on safaris—after a long debate with a Cape Town/Kruger combo.
But that would’ve meant cutting out St Lucia, which would’ve been harder to fit into another trip.
And St Lucia—thanks to Michel and all those travel journals—we really wanted to go there.
So our 11-night itinerary ended up like this, mostly shaped by school holidays:
- 3 nights in St Lucia
- 1 night in Hluhluwe
- 1 night at Mkhaya Game Reserve (Eswatini)
- 1 night at Hlane Royal National Park (Eswatini)
- 3 nights in Kruger (Berg en Dal / Satara / Tamboti)
- 1 night at Shindzela Tented Camp in the Timbavati private reserve
- 1 final night in Kruger at Lower Sabie
All of this in the off-season and rainy season, just a month after catastrophic floods that killed over 150 people and seriously damaged Kruger’s infrastructure.
I’ll jump straight to St Lucia and skip the loooong journey to get there (with a layover in Frankfurt, landing in Johannesburg, a domestic flight to Durban, and the rest by rental SUV—First Car Rental, perfect, no complaints).
To motivate readers—especially some familiar faces here—I’ll drop in a first photo.
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
Bonjour,
De retour sur le forum - et première rédaction d'un espèce de carnet de retour de notre 4ème voyage en Indo.
Contexte : une trentaine de jours, en scooter et en duo, sur Florès (et une petite incursion dans l'archipel de Solor, plus précisément à Lembata (chut, faut pas trop en parler !!!), qui donne envie d'en faire beaucoup plus là bas malgré les infrastructures sporadiques), en partie dans des destinations déjà bien connues du forum (la classique Ruteng / Bajawa / Riung / Moni voir baie de Maumere) ... et qui ne parlera pas du PN de Komodo ou de Wae Rebo, puisque nous n'y sommes pas allés 🏴☠️.
Texte en anglais (issu d'une autre plateforme). Sans nul doute, des traducteurs intelligents ou pas marcheront à merveille en cas d'anglophobie 🤪.
Disponible à toute fin utile pour des détails ou infos.
Equippement : Yam' Nmax 155 ; 2x saccoches cavalières (25L) + sac de selle (30L) + saccoche tunnel (15L pour le matos photo) ; casques et vêtements d'enduro amenés depuis la France.
Itinéraire : boucle depuis Labuan bajo jusqu'à Pulau Lembata ; juillet-août 2026
Road conditions graded from A (excellent) to D (very bad, at least for a Scooter… a CRF/KLX or even honda ADV would do better on that)
D1 : Labuan Bajo – Reok via Ranggoe, Rego & Tagol (130km ; 5hrs). Section LBajo – Rego (90 km ; B) is quite good tarmac, despite a lot of elevation with many small valleys and passes. Rego – Tagol (10km ; D) is a stone road (not gravel), some ascents & very poor condition ; necessary to lower tyre pressure. Tagol – Reok port (22km, quality depends considerably from D to B). Reok port – Towncenter : B. Night @Iffah Homestay (100k for fan room, mandi attached, no breakfast), simple but clean. Notes : path to danau Sano Limbung was closed ; access to Tiwu Pai & Wae Kuli (waterfalls) not permitted in july 2026.
D2 : Reok – Riung via Pota (105km ; 3h-3h30). The road is very narrow in some part, thanks to the uncut bushes (lowering visibility hence extra caution as animals/people can suddenly appear in a turn…) but generally good condition except many eroded sections and some unpaved ones. Grade C/B. 2 nights @Mentos (285k for AC room)
D3 : Boat tour in Riung (booked directly with a captain, 800k for two for private boat incl. lunch and NP fees) + sunset from Watu Mitong Riung (should not be missed).
D4 : Riung – Muku Saki via Mbay (around 100km ; 3h30). Quality varies from A in the vicinity of Mbay to eroded sections (C) in secluded places. Night @Sao Paolo Homestay (250k for fan room with mandi, maybe overpriced but nice house and great food). Note : if you happen to pass by Mbay on Saturday, the market is well worth a stop (cheapest Ikat on the trip : you’ll be asked normal prices providing you’re OK in Bahasa…)
D5 : Muku Saki – Tanjung Kajuwulu (near Ndete) (90km, 3h). Many patholes, eroded (C). Night at Déjà Vu Homestay (220k for a matress on the floor & outside mandi/toilets ; I woud define this as a tourist trap – the quote we had for food was double priced too…)
D6 : Tanjung Kajuwulu – Waiterang (east of Maumere, 55km , 1h30). Pathholes till maumere, then All good (TransFlores), C/A. Night at Sunset Cottage (new concrete room, very serene place ; 270k for AC with bathroom ; much prefered Sunset over Lena House (more customers, more built up).
D7 : Waiterang – Larantuka via Boru and Eputobi (TransFlores ; grade A ; 115km / 2h40). Particularly liked the drink stalls (marked as Rest Area Eputobi) and the out of order aquatic park just before Larantuka (obyej wisata waiplatin). Night @ Dewy Onong Homestay, which is not advertising itself as Larantuka Beach Homestay as some contributor signals here and on goole maps review. Best breakfast of the trip (Cumi Cumi !!!) ; 275k for AC room with bathroom.
D8 : Local Boat (Kapal Kayu) from the main port to Lembata (Lewoleba). Departure 8am ; price 60k/head + 50k for the bike. Stop enroute on Adonara (where we did not stop due to fights between communities). Night @Elmany Homestay (275k for AC room with bathroom, fan room with shared bathroom also available). Whole afternoon at Pantai Hadakewa, fantastic place (good snorkeling, great views of Ile Api aka Gn Lewotolo). Road condition : A (did not expect the TransLembata to be that good…).
D9 : Loop around Ile Api (50km, 2hrs), anticlockwise. Stops enroute at Situs Tulang Paus (whale squeletton), pantai Jotona, pantai Wena (we expected to snorkel from there, but wind was very strong that day), situs Watu Nale, Selat Sonia. The western coast is far less interesting. Road conditions : bad (C) on the eastern side (up to Riangbeda), good (B/A) afterwards. Night @Elmany Homestay.
D10 : Lewoleba – Lamalera via the western and south coast (70km, 2h30). Good road (B) for roughly the first 55km (up to Tapobali), then eroded track for the last 15km (in some parts steep and dangerous) up to Lamalera (D/C). Notes : 1/ Kuma resort denied us the entry for some drink ; 2/Pantai Waijarang « complex » is abandonned but closed with fences ; you can still sneak in ; 3/ some reports advise to skip Bukit Cinta (foreigner entry fee) for Bukit Doa Watomiten (stations of the cross) ; well Bukit Cinta has also been abandonned (well spent money…sic) but remains opened with structures falling (quickly) appart. Night @Lamalera Inn (200k per head including meals ; very basic fan room + attached mandi). Planned 2 nights, spent only one, as it’s the only tenant I had difficulties with (only interested in money, initially stated crazy prices, starts loud music at 6am … and drinking moke at 8am…)
D11 : Trip to Wulandoni for the Barter Market (Saturday only). Bad road (C) along the coast. Had to report at the Kantor upon arrival, which quite surprisingly asked 100k per person (foreigner) to go inside the (outside) market. Other « local » tourists (a group from Jakarta) were not asked to pay. Well, since a market is a public space and not a zoo, we refused payment and enjoyed the activity from the kopi stall next to it. Returned then to Lamalera for the catches of the day, then to Lewoleba via the mountain road (45km, 2 hours). First 10km to Puor is in very bad condition and uphill (D/C). The remaining is on a newly constructed road (A). Note : Air Panas Sabutobo is abandonned and falling apart (again…) but there are still some water pipes along the river that you can enjoy (depending how lucky you are, just with the forest sounds as companion). Night @Elmany Homestay
D12 : Chill day alond the northern coast (Batu Payung, Pantai Hadakewa with lot of snorkeling, drove till Wailolong and backtracked to Pantai Lewolein for more snorkeling (nice canyons there !) and another fantastic sunset over Ile Api (see GMaps pictures)). Night @Elmany Homestay
D13 : Monday weekly market at Pada, southwest of Lewoleba. Renowned but honnestly dont plan any itinerary specifically for it, just an ordinary Kampung weekly market. Returned to Larantuka and Flores with the 12pm local boat (the same boat that leaves from Larantuka at 8am). Same prices as the first leg. Night @ Dewy Onong Homestay
D14 : Larantuka – Waiterang along the northern coast (100km, 3h) via Pantai Kawaliwu, Tewuk Lewokluok (trail is easy to find, very nice snorkelling in a lagoon), Pantai Lato (to my opinion the most beautiful beach on Flores and you’ll be the only visitor, as opposed to Pantai Koka) and Pantai Hia, until rejoining the TransFlores near Nebe. Grade C on the costal eroded road / track. 3 nights @Lena Guesthouse (booked ahead as it fills up quickly, but we prefered its neighbour Sunset Beach Guesthouse)
D15 : Snorkeling trip organised by Lena Guesthouse (200k per head excluding NP fees and lunch)). The drop-off near Pulau Babi is a very nice spot.
D16 : scooter day trip around the Egon Range (too lazy to hike it…), through nice Sikka villages (route : Watublapi, Umauta, Bola, pantai Doreng, Nakatoli, foot of Gn Egon, Air panas Blidit). The track from Natakoli to the foot of Gn Egon is very steep, damaged and wet (with moss) ; I would recommend not to attempt that in case of bad weather.
D17 : Waiterang – Moni (130km, 3h30, transflores grade A/B) via Pantai Koka (refused to pay the mafia entry fee…) and Jopu (some rumah Adat Lio). Stopped at Museum Bikon Blewut, south of Maumere. Very nice artefacts (especially wooden statues from Papuan, great ikat collection) although very disorganized and sadly non-visited (hence masterpieces fall into oblivion). 2 Nights @Liahz Lodge (150k for fan room, basic bathroom… but right next to Air Panas Liasembe (free, no closing time) !!!).
D18 : Sunrise from Kelimutu with a nice weather (stayed until 8.30am). I don’t know if the sunrise is really worth it (lot of people ascending and watching the sunrise – a lot but nothing compared to e.g. Gn Bromo), nearly everyone going down around 7am, then there is virtually nobody. Trip (20km one way, good road B) to Kampung Adat Nggela (Lio). Although the village is habited and mostly out of the beaten path, I have mixed fillings due to the fact that most ladies (some are pushy) try to sell you (bad) pieces of ikat.
D19 : Moni – Ende via Detusoko paddy fields, Kampung Adat Saga (Lio) and Puncak Ndona ; 75km 2h30. We really liked Saga (nice setting on the mountain, friendly villagers, no selling, mix between traditional and more modern houses in that lively village). Sunset from Bukit Raja, on the peninsula with a 360 view on Gn Iya, Gn Meja Kota Ende and the mountains behind. Note : at the end of the road (search for Gunung Meja Tourist Info Center), there is a (sand) track leading to the path. 1/ only intend the track if you have off road driving experience ; 2/ dont trust the walking time stated by Maps.me. Took us 45mins on a steady pace to reach the summit. Night @Hoja Homestay, 300k for a comfortable AC room with bathroom.
D20 : Ende – Bajawa, via Air Panas Mengeruda ; grade A, 120km, 3 hours. Note : don’t plan to short in Mengeruda (Soa), very easy to spend a half day there, especially if playing with local kids. Stay @Cinnamon GH, 250k for double with fan and hot shower (cheaper options with shared hot shower availlable).
D21 : First day in Bajawa : Watu Nari Wowo (Avatar Hill, sic…), Kampung Adat Ngada Tololela & Gurusina (very very friendly people, complementary views of Gn Inerie & Wolo Deru). Sunset from Puncak Manulalu (well… Heaven’s door Bar & Restaurant)
D22 : Second day in Bajawa : Kampung Adat Ngio (hardly visited, best view on Gn Inerie), Air Panas Malanage, Kampung Adat Bena (the most visited Ngada village (after Bela ?) in the area, we went there at the end of the afternoon to avoid tours, early morning would be fine too), and Gunung Wolobobo for a terrific sunset
D23 : returned to Gunung Wolobobo for sunrise with Gn Ebulobo in the distance (search for a track on the eastern slope, near the communication antenna). You can circuit the rim to the usual viewpoint (westside, sunset spot), the path is easy to find. Then took again the road to Aimere, visiting Kampung Adat Belaraghi enroute (the setting is maybe less rewarding than all the previous villages). 56km ; 1h30. The road to Belaraghi is fine, except the final part.
D24 : Aimere – Ruteng (105km, 3h30). Nice detour by the paddy fields of Wodo (southwest of Golo Loni) of Sunset from Golo Curu (nice encounters with locals). Night @Tange GH, 130k for room with outside (private) bathroom, no breakfast.
D25 : Surroundings of Ruteng (paddy fields north and east of ruteng ; Maps.me has funny tracks starting from Kenda), and the rather pleasant city itself (pasar, churches, lapangan). We finally skipped Liang Bua.
D26 : Ruteng - Labuan Bajo (130km, 3h30). No visits of the waterfalls close to the TransFlores (entry fee (with bule prices) + mandatory guide etc…). Sunset from Bukit Hercadi with very few locals (Bukit Sylvia & Bukit Amelia, just south, were packed). 2 nights @Wellamas Homestay, away from the harbour and its advantages/disadvantages. 230k for comfortable AC room with hot shower.
D27 : New road to Golo Mori Convention Center (another big money well spent…), with nice views on the strait separating Flores from Pulau Rinca. Some empty beaches (e.g. Pantai Pasir Pajang ; we were there on a weekday perhaps frequented by people from LBajo only). 30km (40 mins) one way, perhaps the fastest road of Flores…
D28 : Morning on the peninsula north of Labuan Bajo before taking a flight to Jakarta in the afternoon. On Google maps, the asphalt road only goes to Teras Langit ; it now (august 2026) continues to Puncak Basok and is still in progress towards the eastern part of the peninsula. On the way back, two other nice Bukit where you can enjoy nice views on the bay (and the resorts…) : Bukit Lontar & Bukit Beta. Note : we only found one public (and nice and quiet) beach in the area ; tagged as Sunset Point Beach on Gmaps. All the rest was closed by fences ; they are privately owned (although the Indonesian consitution grants the coastline as public space).
We're a family of five: one dad, one mom, and three kids aged 10, 15, and 18.
Before diving into each stop in more detail, here are a few general thoughts:
We wanted to sample a bit of everything Japan has to offer in terms of landscapes, accommodation, and transport. We were after walks, temples, restaurants, shopping, and some downtime—but no "all-inclusive experiences" or museums for this first visit.
Three medium-sized (60x42x25) canvas suitcases, plus a duffel bag and a few small backpacks. 23 kg in the hold on the way out, 60 kg on the way back. 36 kg of shopping, without even trying. I think this is the maximum suitcase size if you don’t want to stress on the Shinkansen: they fit easily in the overhead racks.
Round-trip with Cathay Pacific, layover in Hong Kong: no need to collect luggage in Hong Kong—we checked it in at departure and picked it up in Tokyo, and the same on the way back (checked in Osaka, picked up at our final destination). This let us explore Hong Kong without worrying about our bags. Food and entertainment were pretty good—meals included a little Häagen-Dazs on each flight, and the entertainment had way more Asian cinema than you’d find on a Western airline, which was a nice way to see how much weight Western culture carries in Asia.
The original plan was to fly directly from Ishigaki to Hong Kong, but due to Typhoon Dolphin, we had to cancel the Ishigaki leg. Cathay didn’t bat an eye about swapping the Ishigaki-HK flight for an Osaka-HK one, even though it was twice as long.
We were a bit too attached to the idea of ending the trip with some beach time and replaced Ishigaki with Shirahama. It was a mistake—we should’ve visited Hiroshima or spent a little more time in Tokyo instead.
Last February, I made a trip using "public transport" from France to southern Senegal via Spain, Morocco, Western Sahara, and Mauritania.
It’s a journey of about 5,000 km, where I took trains (as far as Marrakech), ferries (to cross Gibraltar and then to reach Casamance from Dakar), and mostly buses on the long desert straightaways. I hadn’t planned any stops in advance or booked any hotels, except for the very first train to Spain, which left plenty of room for the unexpected.
Why travel by land and sea? In recent years, flight-free travel has been gaining popularity. On social media, posts explaining how to cross Europe by train as quickly as possible go viral. Traveling without flying—and making sure people know about it—has become a great way to earn a badge of eco-responsibility: an essential totem for anyone wanting to prove both their dedication to the ecological cause and the wisdom of slow travel.
I haven’t flown in years, and this journey to West Africa could easily be filed under "responsible travel." But it wouldn’t be honest to say that: in reality, it wasn’t really my aversion to flying that motivated this long trek. I see overland travel primarily as a way to experience the world’s geography at a grounded, earthly pace—the pace of the locals. Besides, I’ll be flying back, which disqualifies any claim to being a model of sustainability.
So no eco-badge, and no adventurer’s badge either: you won’t find any heroic tales of camel rides in lost lands or mineral train wagons in this account (popular with influencers, the Mauritania iron ore train now attracts tourists from all over the world, turning "the experience" into something you "have to do at least once in your life"). This five-part story, written on the road, has no other ambition than to recount a journey through places and people, and to share the thoughts they inspire in me. As simply and, I hope, as humbly as possible.
I’m posting the episodes here, which you can also find on my blog (with more photos) at the following links:
Episode 1: Spain, from Avignon to Algeciras
Episode 2: Morocco, from Tangier to Tarfaya
Episode 3: Western Sahara, from Tarfaya to Guerguerat
Episode 4: Mauritania, from Guerguerat to Nouakchott
Episode 5: Senegal, from Rosso to Saloulou
To help those who might want to make the same trip, I’ve also put together a summary of the route with recommendations—you can read it at the end of the story and on the blog:
From France to Senegal Without Flying: Route and Itinerary Recommendations
From Southern Shikoku, between land and sea, to the blue waters of Miyakojima and finally Tokyo’s megacity
Hi everyone,
I have to admit, I really hesitated before deciding to write this travel journal... Writing one takes a lot of time and energy, and since this is my 4th trip, I wondered if it would even interest anyone other than myself (both for the discovery and the writing). But after a few people asked, "Are you going to write a journal?" and especially after rediscovering the joy of reading other travelers’ journals about Japan or elsewhere on this forum, I’ve decided to share my 4th installment in the Land of the Rising Sun here.
The itinerary:
27 full days, from late May to late June 2025, right in the middle of the rainy season, including:
-->13 days in Shikoku, from Kochi (Kochi Prefecture) to Matsuyama (Ehime Prefecture)
-->7 days in Miyakojima (Okinawa Prefecture)
-->7 days in Tokyo
The trip was decided on fairly last-minute again this year.
Since I regularly check flight prices to track fluctuations for this destination even without concrete plans, stumbling upon a slightly cheaper direct flight (900 €) than what I’d seen in previous months (around 1,200–1,400 € on average) for a Paris-Tokyo route with Japanese airline ANA was too tempting to resist the urge to return to this enchanting country. After much hesitation between exploring the San’in region (Matsue, Tottori, Yamaguchi) and Southern Shikoku, the decision was made—I took the plunge! The ticket is booked: Paris to Kochi with a layover in Tokyo, all with ANA, the airline I’d been dreaming of... for 1,120 € per person. Okay, it’s not cheap, but it’s better than in 2023.
Departure in 2 weeks! Now I just have to get everything ready!
Intense prep work over these next 2 weeks to:
finalize a more precise itinerary and reach an agreement—yep, because even though we both love Japan, our preferences differ slightly, and we have to choose between exploring new places or revisiting beloved spots...
decide how much time to spend in each area without rushing while still exploring
research places that might interest us and watch videos about Japan
book accommodations: yes, it’s possible to do this on the spot, but last year, we realized that last-minute options were pretty expensive, so we’re booking ahead—though we’ll keep a few options open in case better deals pop up later
reserve rental cars
order yen
check the weather regularly and wonder if choosing the *tsuyu* (rainy season) was really a good idea—are we going to be drenched the whole time???
"What hard work," you might say! Going to Japan for a month—what a tough life!
Despite this being my 4th trip, the excitement is just as intense as the first time.
The only small downside is that when we booked the flight, there weren’t many seats left, so we’re only sitting together on the international return flight. Plus, on the way there, we have middle seats.
Another lingering question: what French-language films will be available? According to the internet, the selection seems limited.
Oh well, these are just minor details—it’s already time to fly!
PS: I’ll be posting slowly and irregularly... so for those interested, be patient, and maybe set an alert...
Hello and welcome aboard this new travel journal!
We’re heading off to Ireland together—a country I’ve wanted to explore for a very long time.
The moment has finally arrived.
We’ll be traveling as a family—my wife, my husband, and our 7-year-old daughter.
Here’s our itinerary:
24/07: Flight from Marseille to Dublin, overnight in Dublin
25/07: Dublin, overnight in Dublin
26/07: Dublin, overnight in Dublin
27/07: Pick up rental car, drive to Dingle, overnight near Tralee on the peninsula
28/07: Visit the Ring of Kerry
29/07: Adare, Bunratty Castle, Galway, overnight in Outheragh, near Galway
30/07: Cliffs of Moher, overnight in Outheragh
31/07: Connemara, overnight in Outheragh
01/08: Drive to Sligo via Westport and Downpatrick Head, overnight in Sligo
02/08: Slieve League, Silver Strand Beach, Glencolmcille, overnight in Sligo
03/08: Drive to Derry via Glenveagh National Park, overnight in Derry
04/08: Giant’s Causeway, Dunluce Castle, Portrush, Derry, overnight in Derry
05/08: Drive to Belfast, visit Belfast, overnight in Lisburn (Belfast suburbs)
06/08: Game of Thrones filming locations: Dark Hedges, Carrick-a-Rede, Ballintoy, etc., overnight in Lisburn
07/08: Drive to the Wicklow Mountains, visit Wicklow Mountains National Park, overnight in Blessington
08/08: Drive back to Dublin and return to Marseille.
Cost breakdown:
Flights:
Outbound flights with KLM via Amsterdam for 3: 175 € + 40,000 Flying Blue miles (so essentially a free ticket)
Return flight with Aer Lingus for 3: 489 €
Rental car:
10 days booked with Enterprise via Carigami: 443 € including zero-excess insurance.
Accommodation:
Dublin: 3 nights at Maldron Hotel New Cross: 394 €
Tralee: 2 nights in a caravan (Ocean Trail Oasis): 292 €
Outheragh: 3 nights Airbnb, family room with private bathroom: 430 €
Sligo: 2 nights at Clayton Hotel: 456 €
Derry: 2 nights at Belfray Inn: 255 €
Lisburn: 2 nights at Temple Golf Club: 232 €
Blessington: 1 night at Baltyboys Lodges B&B: 158 €
That brings our total to 3,325 € for three.
On the ground, visits, fuel, and food cost around 2,500 €.
So this was quite an expensive trip.
A few price examples:
1 liter of unleaded fuel: 1.89 €
3-day pass in Dublin: 18 €
1 scoop of ice cream: 5 to 6.5 €
Castle visit: 15 € per person
A coffee: 3-4 €
A glass of wine at a restaurant: 8-10 €
A half-pint of Guinness: 7-12 €
Now, here’s the day-by-day account of our adventure in Ireland:
Our decision is our decision. And it’s firm and final. Next winter, our plane will spread its great wings toward the island of Ceylon! "Wait a minute... Ceylon... Ceylon... that name rings a bell, but I can’t quite place it on the globe Grandma gave me for Christmas! Ceylon... Oh right, I’ve got it: Ceylon is the name of my tea!" Exactly. But the name on your pretty tea box is also the one used until 1972 for this island nation, a speck on the Indian Ocean at the southern tip of the Indian subcontinent: Sri Lanka!
For this new adventure, I’m exceptionally leaving my Flo behind, cowardly replaced by a double dose of testosterone. To write the book of this journey with me, I’m bringing along my brother, who’s used to this kind of thing, and... a guest star: My model of resilience. My dad! All aboard! Or rather, all aboard our tuk-tuk! Yes, you read that right: A real tuk-tuk, a little colorful rolling box that putters along at two miles an hour. The idea? Well, Sri Lanka and its winding roads overlooking the vastness of lush nature are tailor-made for this kind of vehicle. And since it’s one of only two countries in the world that allow foreigners to rent and drive these mini speedsters, we’ll be crisscrossing the island in our two-square-meter rolling box. Plus, adopting this mode of transport is a surefire way to connect directly with the locals, who’ll surely be curious to see a foreigner driving their iconic vehicle. Not to mention the... let’s say... spicy anecdotes it might generate. I mean, heading into a subtropical zone with my jet-black dad and his unpredictable digestive flora while deliberately choosing the tuk-tuk as our *only* means of transport? That’s the winning combo for an unforgettable adventure! "More seriously, Dad, Sullivan, I’m already loving the idea of living this adventure together, the three of us—brothers and father..."
So, does the intro to this new adventure get your salivary glands going? Yes? Too bad. Because unfortunately, the program handed out by the lady at the entrance has been slightly... let’s say *crumpled*. Some might even say "scrunched up and nearly tossed in the trash." First, six days ago, as the countdown echoed in us like a call to adventure, Cyclone Ditwah grabbed Sri Lanka, played with it like a rag doll, and left it battered on the ground. The toll is devastating: over a thousand dead, thousands of homes wiped out by relentless rains, roads and railways swallowed by massive mudslides. A country wounded once again, after the civil war, the 2004 tsunami, and the post-Covid economic crisis.
But as if this weather disaster wasn’t enough to shake our unbreakable adventurer spirit, fate decided to mess with us further by cutting our trio down to two. The victim? My brother, violently turned away because of a simple date on his passport that didn’t match the border officials’ expectations. Return to sender!
So now it’s just the two of us allowed to board the Qatar Airways Airbus A380 for this trip. If he were here, Denis Brognart would say, "And in the end, only one remains!" Except I know you’ll be with us, following our adventures! Right?
This trip had been on my mind for about fifteen years.
But the discomfort of overnight stays, the difficulty of communication, and the prices of the few car rental options kept making me postpone the project.
And then, everything suddenly fell into place—I told myself, it’s time!
The preparations took longer than usual; the destination is still far from mainstream.
A bit of Kazakhstan?
Not in the end.
The south or not the south?
Yes, in the end.
Pre-book or go with the flow?
Only two stops were a leap into the unknown.
To help me find the ideal route, I made great use of this forum (thanks to everyone for patiently answering my questions!), pored over travel journals and blogs (Christian, Jeff), zoomed in on Google Maps and Yandex, and bought the guide published by OunTravela about this destination (the guide has been updated since).
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You’ve got your passport, international driver’s license, bank cards, and euros?
Off we go to Lyon—just one night left before our early morning flight.
Tomorrow night, we’ll be sleeping in Bishkek!
(Steak for my partner’s mischievous nephews...)
You’ll find here a post with some practical information.
And here, the version of the travel journal without comments.
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As a supplement, the route track.
Not necessarily ultra-accurate since Google has serious gaps for this destination...
Hello everyone, I’m happy to welcome you to this new travel journal.
We’re heading to Costa Rica together—a Central American destination that dreams are made of for many French travelers and attracts crowds from France.
It was the country’s wild nature and safety that convinced us to go, since we’re traveling with our 7-year-old little one.
We didn’t have much vacation time in February 2026 (only 12 days), so we optimized as much as possible.
Here’s the itinerary:
Wednesday, February 11: Flight from Marseille to San Jose via Paris and Atlanta
Thursday, February 12: Pick up the car, drive to Poas Volcano, visit La Paz Waterfall Gardens
Friday, February 13: Poas Volcano and drive to Manuel Antonio
Saturday, February 14: Manuel Antonio National Park
Sunday, February 15: Nauyaca Waterfall and Playa Linda
Monday, February 16: Drive to Monte Verde and Santa Elena Reserve
Tuesday, February 17: El Tigre Waterfall Reserve and Treetopia Park
Wednesday, February 18: Monte Verde Reserve with a guide and drive to La Fortuna
Thursday, February 19: Sloth guided tour, Observatory Lodge Park
Friday, February 20: Arenal Volcano National Park, Termalistas del Arenal hot springs, and night tour
Saturday, February 21: Return to San Jose, flight to Paris via Atlanta
Sunday, February 22: Arrival in Paris and flight to Marseille.
That gives us a solid 9 days in the country.
Budget breakdown:
Costa Rica is an expensive country, but no more so than France. However, almost all hikes and waterfalls are paid entry, which can really add up.
For meals, sodas (6–10 €) are cheaper than restaurants (10–20 € per dish).
Flights:
We chose Delta Airlines for the price: Marseille to San Jose was 740 € per person (modifiable, with checked baggage and seat selection included).
Other direct flights from Europe were priced between 1200 € and 1600 € with more restrictive conditions.
That’s 2220 € for the family.
Accommodations:
Alajuela, first night: 139 € (1 night) at Rodeo Estancia Boutique Hotel, with personalized airport pickup, transfer to the hotel, and a briefing from Vert Costa Rica agency the next day.
Poas: 66 € (1 night) at Cabañas Tierra Fértil (entire apartment).
Manuel Antonio: 394 € (3 nights) at La Palapa Ecolodge (hotel in the jungle).
Monte Verde: Chalet Aloha Monteverde Cloud Forest (2 bedrooms): 125 € (2 nights).
La Fortuna: Arenal Dream Garden (1 bedroom): 217 € (3 nights).
Total: 941 €.
Car rental:
I went through Vert Costa Rica agency (Vincent is a French expat who set up the agency in Costa Rica and makes great YouTube videos with useful tips).
I rented a 4x4 that was delivered to the hotel the day after arrival and returned at the airport before the flight. The total was 772 €, including full insurance (zero deductible), a child seat, and a phone with a Costa Rican SIM and WhatsApp. The rental company was Poas Rent a Car. The vehicle was well-maintained—no complaints.
Gas: 100 € for the whole trip (3 fill-ups).
Activities:
To get discounts, I bought the pass offered by Vincent, which paid for itself after just one activity. It cost me 30 € (promo since I rented the car through him).
Prices are for 3 people. I’ve added stars to rate them:
La Paz Waterfall Gardens ****: 112 €
Poas Volcano National Park *: 33 €
Manuel Antonio National Park ****: 35 €
Nauyaca Waterfall ***: 25 €
Santa Elena Reserve **: 45 €
El Tigre Waterfall Reserve ****: 141 € (with meal)
Treetopia (ziplining, suspension bridges) **: 250 €
Guided tour of Monte Verde Reserve ***: 113 €
Sloth guided tour (with breakfast) ***: 115 €
Arenal Observatory Lodge (with meal) ****: 102 €
Arenal Volcano National Park *: 34 €
Termalistas del Arenal ****: 20 €
Night tour ***: 116 €
Total: 1171 €.
Meals: 600 €
My favorite restaurants:
Poas: Food court Mercaditas in Fraijanes
Manuel Antonio (near La Palapa): La Langosta and also El Patio
Near Nauyaca Waterfall: Ricar2 el Avión
Between Manuel Antonio and Monte Verde: Soda D’Calle
Santa Elena: HG’s Food
Guadalupe (between Monte Verde and La Fortuna): Soda Río Piedras
Arenal Observatory Lodge restaurant
Arenal Oasis Ecolodge restaurant
Other expenses: 300 € (groceries for breakfast, drinks, ice cream, souvenirs, etc.)
Total overall: 6065 € (about 2020 € per person).
Now, here’s the day-by-day account of this beautiful trip.
In early March, full of carefree joy and happy to return to Morocco, we landed in Marrakech under the sun.
We spent just one night in Marrakech at the Hôtel Toulousain, as we did on our previous trip. And we booked our 3 nights for the end of our trip, the second half of March... Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! But we’re not there yet...
Our first goal is to reach Magdaz, a mountain village in the Tessaout Valley, sometimes called the lost valley.
We discovered the village of Magdaz on this forum, and we were charmed by the photos and comments from travelers who came before us.
The road is easy—it’s dry, and the tarmac takes us right to the village gates at over 2,000 meters above sea level.
We arrive in the afternoon and are left speechless by the beauty of the place. A jewel of Berber architecture! Perfectly restored granaries and kasbahs!
A young man from the village guides us on the visit and opens the doors to the terraces overlooking the village.
Several magnificent collective granaries have been beautifully restored. The warm colors of the stone capture the light wonderfully. It’s stunning!
We won’t find anything decent to stay overnight there, so we head back down a bit and settle in at the Assounfou guesthouse. Lovely welcome. The place is in excellent condition and very clean. It’s spacious, but we’re the only ones there.
First day full of promise!
This travel journal is therefore intended solely for my photos, to present a consistent style.
All the shots were taken with a simple Samsung Galaxy smartphone and with whatever was at hand.
All stays combined, I’ve spent the equivalent of a year at most in Thailand, and I’m no great expert.
However, after many trips, lots of reading on VoyageForum and other sites, and conversations with many locals as well as expats, my view of the country is becoming clearer, though it’s constantly evolving. You never stop discovering and learning.
I guess I wanted to deliver a puzzle, mainly for those who want to get an idea of the country here and for those who feel nostalgic about it.
I don’t know if this minimalist sharing will interest anyone, but it’ll do me good to put it together. After so many months without traveling and then these other long months with VF closed, there’s plenty of material available.
There’ll be a mix of places, periods, and subjects, but it might well be intentional.
I suspect many Thais have dogs because they make excellent guardians for the home. Nothing better to deter burglars or to signal the presence of a snake. You’ll often see Thais tapping the top of their dog’s head, but don’t be fooled: it’s a sign of affection from them. Judging by the dogs’ reactions, they’re used to it.
Thailand is one of the countries on the planet where rabies is still present, so keep that in mind. It’s not just bites that can be dangerous, so don’t let just any dog lick you. Especially on a wound, of course.
Even though dogs often fear humans—this dangerous and unpredictable predator—we still need to stay cautious.
Be careful when walking into alleys because the dog will defend its master’s big yard. Be careful at night, and be careful when they’re in packs.
It sometimes crosses our minds that Thailand isn’t all that made for walking around, and dogs are one of the reasons.
That said, it’s not uncommon to see them chasing bikes or scooters. Cars, though? Much rarer—they’re too big.
It seems Thais prefer to give their dogs freedom by not locking them behind gates. Though sometimes the gate is closed, the little side door is wide open. Oh, and sometimes there’s no gate in front of the property, or it’s been full of holes for years.
You’ll often see dogs sleeping on the roadside, sometimes right on the road. When you approach, they move aside nonchalantly—or not at all. It’s less funny when they suddenly appear from thick vegetation, reminding visitors not to drive too fast. As a result, you’ll notice that dogs with injuries or missing legs aren’t that rare.
Since they believe in reincarnation and respect for all forms of life, they don’t chase dog packs away too much, and they don’t sterilize them enough. When you see a small pack roaming freely in the countryside, you think twice about running into them at the edge of a field.
A darker side of this is that euthanasia isn’t often practiced. Twice, we saw dogs at death’s door in temples, enduring terrible suffering with no one to help. The image (and the smell) of one of them, agonizing and exuding the stench of death, still comes back to me sometimes.
Some of you may have seen the YouTube vlog of a French woman living in Phuket who was given a little pig by her Thai friends. The animal, well-fed, quickly became a happy and enormous beast with its own garden. Yet it didn’t take long for it to fall seriously ill and become incurable. In her video, the French woman described how difficult it was to find a vet willing to perform euthanasia.
You’ll often see bowls by the side of the road. Thais leave food and water there for stray cats and dogs. Overall, they have a big heart for animals.
If you ever pop into a shopping mall, you might see people pushing their small dogs in strollers. It’s not just for fun—these strollers are provided for customers to put their pets in, otherwise you can’t bring them inside. It looks a bit odd when you expect to see a baby.
Hi everyone,
We (two adults, 74 and 70 years old) had already shared a travel journal about our first trip to the Philippines in February/March 2019 on this forum (https://voyageforum.com/v.f?post=9377175;search_string=carnet%20philippines). We had visited Manila, the Banaue rice terraces, Sagada, the Visayas (Bohol, Siquijor, Dumaguette), and on our way back to Luzon, the Taal volcano before returning to France. Delighted by this trip, organized by the French-speaking agency Alizé, we decided to further explore this beautiful country, this time focusing on Coron and Palawan.
Before writing this journal, I should mention that these are personal comments and don’t reflect any differing opinions. Without any literary or photographic talent, I’ll stick to the facts and share a few details about the visits, hotels, and restaurants.
Preparations
We decided to return in mid-January 2025 and consulted three French-speaking tour operators to create a trip based on our wishes (places to visit, type of accommodation) and budget. Comparing three operators helped us weigh their advice and make our choices. Only our first operator respected the budget, a second came close, and the third proposed a slightly more upscale trip. In the end, we chose the agency from our first trip. Our discussions helped refine our itinerary, and when we reviewed it point by point, the document provided was perfect, full of great tips. The most debated point was a 3-day, 2-night cruise between Coron and Palawan. We were tempted but worried about being the only "older" travelers among younger people and feared two uncomfortable nights. Reassured by our tour operator, we finally opted for this "exploration." We’ll come back to that later.
Once the choice was made and dates set, we booked our international flights with Cathay Pacific for 750 € per person, which offers the best schedules (short layovers) at an acceptable price for flights arriving in Cebu. Our trip started on February 25 and returned to Paris on March 15.
International flights
The round-trip flights went smoothly. Cathay does the job well, without frills. The service quality seems to have slightly declined compared to our previous trips with them. Hong Kong Airport is huge but very practical.
Note that not all airlines serve Cebu.
Recommendation: Fill out your Philippine entry form within 72 hours before your flight. This can prevent issues with the airline (possible boarding refusal) and saves a lot of time upon arrival (see the Philippine embassy website).
Domestic flights
For our two domestic flights—Cebu to Coron and Puerto Princesa to Cebu—our tour operator chose Philippine Airlines and their propeller planes. No problems there.
Day 1:
We landed around 12 PM (local time) after 17 hours of travel. A driver was waiting for us at the airport exit and took us to our hotel, intentionally chosen near the airport (Mandaue, about 10 minutes away) to help us recover and get a good night’s sleep before our early morning domestic flight the next day. The Mayoo Hotel, reasonably priced, was perfect for this. Large, beautiful room in a new building—clean, comfortable, with a spa. We could relax by the pool on the 16th floor and enjoy the city view. The breakfast was exceptional, and the staff was smiling, attentive, and helpful. An ATM in the lobby allowed for withdrawals. However, the hotel is in a neighborhood with nothing to see or do. We dined at the Korean restaurant K-GOGI across from the hotel—a real attraction and a great discovery.
Day 2:
After a restful night, we were driven to the airport around 6:30 AM for an 8:10 AM flight from Cebu to Busuanga (Coron).
The flight was uneventful. Upon arrival, we paid 200 pesos per person for the Coron tourist fee before a 40-minute transfer to our hotel: Natura Resort, located outside the city in a secluded spot. The setting is stunning—a beautifully maintained tropical garden, a pleasant pool, and the option to book massages. The cottages are tropical-style with thatched roofs, simple and unpretentious.
The owner, who speaks French, told us that given the heat and our ages, climbing the 721 steps to the top of Mount Tapyas wasn’t necessary. She gave us a few rooftop recommendations to watch the sunset over Coron Bay. After a good swim in the pool and a meal at the resort’s pleasant restaurant, we hired a tricycle to go into town. We were told it costs 150 pesos one way, and depending on the return time, it could exceed 250 pesos. But our driver gave us his WhatsApp number and charged the same price regardless of the time. He just earned two days’ worth of customers.
He dropped us off at the port where bangkas (local boats) gather for day trips. It was the end of the day, so there was a rush. A few shops around the port sold waterproof bags for marine excursions at reasonable prices (compared to back home), after some bargaining. We wandered the town’s alleys looking for the Top Hotel, whose rooftop is famous. Indeed, it’s perfectly located to admire the sunset and enjoy a refreshing drink.
We dined nearby at a small Chinese restaurant, then just had to call our driver to head back.
The night wasn’t entirely restful—our hotel had a soundtrack of all the countryside animals, and it seemed they had no set bedtime! :
If you're looking for great tips and offbeat spots, if you love exploring uncharted parts of a country, if the exotic is your adrenaline, then move along!
Our 15 days in early May in this part of Turkey (a country I first discovered during a city trip to Istanbul in 2017) will only tread well-worn paths and revisit popular routes. Simply because I kept hoping until the very end that our flight to Jordan wouldn’t be canceled. Events in the Gulf proved me wrong, so we left with:
Zero preparation.
Not a single hotel booked (well, except the first one), no visits planned, just a flight ticket bought three weeks earlier. No guidebook, no app—just the desire to explore southern Turkey and Cappadocia, whose images and the chance to stretch our legs had caught my eye.
Oh, wait—I did bring along a new guide: Gemini! Yes, my friends, generative AI was my chief advisor throughout the trip for sites to visit, accommodations, routes, and even restaurants! An experiment I wanted to try to form my own opinion on using this new technology. And what better way to test it than a Turkish getaway?
The verdict? You’ll have to wait for the trip recap to find out!
The main idea of the trip is also relaxation.
So, the plan is Antalya for a few days, the Turkish Riviera for a few more, Cappadocia as the highlight, and a return via Antalya to wrap up the trip. And it was all planned by AI!
So, if you're ready, fasten your seatbelts—cabin crew, doors to automatic and cross check—boarding for Turkey now!
This travel journal summarizes a trip I took in March to Argentine and Chilean Patagonia. It starts in El Calafate and ends in Ushuaia. During my planning, I considered looking into the Australis cruise from Punta Arenas to Ushuaia, as well as the W trek in Torres del Paine National Park. In both cases, I was put off by the prices. Instead of the cruise, I found two interesting wildlife excursions from Punta Arenas: whale watching in the Strait of Magellan and observing king penguins in Tierra del Fuego. The journey to Ushuaia was by bus. For Torres del Paine, things were a bit confusing, so I reached out to two agencies. In the end, I went with a rental car option, overnight stays on-site, and day hikes. I shared my full itinerary with the agency and ended up being taken care of by a local Argentine agency and a Chilean one.
So, here we go...
Hi everyone,
Way back when, before the internet and all that, there were Larousse encyclopedias, and in the proper names section, I came across a photo of Samarkand. Just the name made me dream. I kept it in the back of my mind for later, and last winter, I revisited the idea. Within a few weeks, I managed to plan our 16-day getaway. Oh, I didn’t do it all by myself—I used a travel agency to handle the flights, accommodations, transportation, and local guide. It was a custom trip for three people, tailored to what we wanted to do, what we wanted to see, within the time we’d chosen, at our own pace.
The main goal of the trip was to visit the three iconic cities of architectural art in Uzbekistan (just for the sheer beauty of it) and, very secondarily, to take a break with a short hike.
We left in early May, flying from Toulouse to Istanbul, then to Tashkent:
- One day in Tashkent, 2 nights,
- By car (6 hours) to the Fergana region: Margilan (silk and pottery), 2 nights, with a guide,
- Back to Tashkent, then a flight to Khiva, 2 nights, 1 day with a guide, 1 day on our own,
- Train to Bukhara (6 hours, sleeper cars), 3 nights, 1 day with a guide, 1 day on our own,
- Train to Samarkand, 2 nights, 1 day with a guide,
- By car to Tersak, 1 night with a local family, short hike, same guide,
- By car to Shakhrisabz (Tamerlane’s hometown), then back to Samarkand,
- Samarkand, 2 more nights,
- Train back to Tashkent, final night, and return home.
What I took away from this Silk Road trip:
- A completely safe country in May—don’t go later because of the heat,
- The warm welcome and easy connection with Uzbeks, a multicultural people,
- A constant puzzle with currency exchange (how much is that in euros? ) 1 € = 14,000 sums,
- Logistics handled by a local agency—top-notch,
- Delicious meals at a very reasonable price,
- Total awe in Khiva and Samarkand (palaces, mausoleums, mosques, madrasas),
- The length of the trip, which let us wander and take our time.
A few photos, but not too many—I don’t want to spoil the joy of discovery!
After a first trip to South Africa in 2009 that enchanted us, we decided to return to this part of the world this year.
Given how much I enjoy reading others' travel journals, I'm mustering up the courage to try my hand at this kind of exercise (which I'm not used to at all 😕).
Thanks, of course, to everyone who answered my questions and helped finalize this trip...
So, it's decided—it'll be Southern Africa... but where, with only two weeks of vacation?
Victoria Falls, which we had to cancel in 2009 due to turbulent Zimbabwean elections, was automatically back on the itinerary (yes, I know some say "the falls, meh," but I wanted to see them 😛!). We added South Luangwa and ultimately swapped Chobe and Hwange for Lesotho.
We have no experience driving a 4x4, which limited our routes in both countries, especially since it's not yet the dry season... but that didn’t stop us from bringing back amazing memories.
Sunday, April 14: After a smooth flight (and even quite comfortable in BA’s brand-new 747), we land early in the morning in Johannesburg.
We pick up the car (a little Micra) and off we go toward Clarens, our first stop. We get back into the swing of driving (moving over to the right—sorry, to the left—to let others pass, flashing lights, hazard signals, "thank you," "you’re welcome"...).
I was expecting a small town, but Clarens looks more like a village: a large grassy square,
a few cars,
and dirt roads as soon as you leave the main street.
Still, we found the same quality of South African B&Bs here. We stayed at Patcham Place (the little white speck in the photo above is our Micra!).
We end the afternoon with a walk around Clarens and its surroundings. No doubt about it—it’s autumn...
Monday, April 15: We set off for Lesotho on nearly deserted roads, heading toward Malealea.
We quickly cross the border at Caledon Poort, and the atmosphere changes: more people on the roadside, animals, scattered huts... and lots of traffic police!
We still managed to get stopped four times! Mostly, after checking our driver’s license, it was just to chat for ten minutes or so (police aren’t like that back home!). Well, one officer wanted to fine us for not waiting for him to wave us through after I stopped at a stop sign. After some tough negotiations, he let us go 😇.
We leave the main road and find ourselves in wilder landscapes.
The road narrows until it becomes a dirt track. A short climb to the gates of paradise:
... and then it’s just a matter of descending toward Malealea.
Malealea is like a village within a village. You’ll find different types of accommodations, a canteen-style restaurant (no menu choices, but the food is great, and it’s a fun way to chat with others around big tables), and lots of activities offered in partnership with the locals.
We’re shown different rondavels to choose from... we pick this one:
Simple but clean and functional, with a private bathroom.
On the bed, "real" Basotho blankets.
We decided to stay two nights to have a full day there.
Tuesday, April 16: We opted for a four-hour pony trek to the waterfall—nothing difficult, everything is done at a walking pace, with just a few "slightly" steep climbs and descents where you have to trust the Basotho ponies (no worries, they’re sure-footed 😏).
The landscapes are truly stunning:
We walk down to the waterfall (which isn’t anything special—it’s the trek itself that’s worth it) and take the return path...
... crossing through Malealea village again.
We spend the rest of the day exploring the area, reading in the sun, and sipping marula coffee on the bar terrace.
We really loved the family atmosphere in Malealea and how the locals were involved in the activities.
Wednesday, April 17: We hit the road again toward Katse. The owner of Malealea advised us against taking our car through Theba Tseka (I know Chris did it last year around the same time, but since we’re not very adventurous, we’ll go back through Maseru and Leribe—oh well, we’ll just take the same route back from Katse).
Quick aside unrelated to the story: putting together a travel journal is taking even longer than I thought 🤪... so, the rest will come a little later...