Delta du Mékong et Phu Quoc, ce n'est pas le coup de coeur!
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Delta du Mékong et Phu Quoc, ce n'est pas le coup de coeur!

by Yemen

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Voyage de 15 jours du 24 décembre 2017 au 7 janvier 2018 Je ne fais pas en général de compte rendu pour des destinations qui sont déjà bien ouvertes au tourisme. Cette partie du Vietnam n’est pas beaucoup exploité comme but de voyage. C’est le plus souvent un point de passage entre le Cambodge et HCM. Les voyageurs s’arrêtent en général à Can Tho et Chau doc. Je suis restée 7 nuits dans le Delta du Mékong, 5 nuits à Phu Quoc et une nuit à HCM.

Bilan très mitigé. D’où ce petit compte rendu. (Sans photo car je ne sais toujours pas les intégrer dans mes carnet sur VF, même si j’ai de magnifiques photos à vous monter !)

Taux de change : 1 euros = 26000 dongs

5 étapes dans le delta. 1 inintéressante, 1 que je n'ai pas aimé mais certains peuvent y trouver un intérêt et 3 que j'ai apprécié.

Bus : Dans le delta, sauf pour un trajet que je spécifie ci-dessous, j'ai toujours utilisé la compagnie FUTA. Excellente compagnie car des horaires fixes, bus confortables, pas chers et surtout, une navette vient vous chercher à votre hôtel (faites réserver par votre hôtel votre place, pas de surcoût) et à la gare d’arrivée, vous donnez le nom de l’hôtel ou de la rue où vous voulez aller et les navettes sont gratuites.

LE Routard : il est plus que dépassé pour cette partie du Vietnam. C’est même une honte tellement les informations sont obsolètes. De toute façon, l’esprit routard, de te donner des infos qui ne soient pas généralistes mais des tuyaux de découverte, c’est inexistant pour cette destination.

CAN THO Bateau (petite barque à moteur) pour le marché de Cai Rang. Pour 3 h, marché plus arroyos, 300 000. Nous sommes allés le matin, à 6 h, juste au début de l’esplanade, près du marché. Une dame nous a interpellé et nous a trouvé une barque. (Bien moins cher que si l’on convient la veille cette balade). Le marché des grossistes (le marché flottant de Can Tho), Bon… pas terrible. Par contre, le retour par 2 arroyos principaux nous a plut. Quand on est dans la ville, à droite de l’esplanade lorsque l’on regarde le fleuve, il y a un grand marché très animé. A faire. En vélo, retour au marché de Cai rang pour longer les arroyos. En effet, les bords des arroyos sont tous habités et des chemins logeant les arroyos permettent aux habitants de se rendre chez eux. C’est très agréable de prendre ces chemins à vélo pour voir la vie locale.

Pour manger dans la ville le soir, il y a des restaurants sur l’esplanade, mais c’est plus le coin des touristes. Il vaut mieux prendre la rue qui mène au lac et manger autour du lac. En arrivant sur le lac par cette rue, allez vers la droite et rentrer dans les rues au bout. Petit quartier bien calme a exploitez le soir ou la journée.

Pour aller au marché de Phong Dien, location d'une moto une demi- journée. Route toute droite qui longe le fleuve, aucune difficulté. Arrivée à Phong Dien, on voit le marché sur la gauche. Passer le pont, continuer 400 mètres et prendre ensuite un petit chemin sur la gauche. Au bout, au bord du fleuve, il y a un petit café avec une terrace en hauteur. Le marché est juste en dessous. C’est tout simplement excellent pour observer le marché et prendre des photos. En partant à 6 h de Can tho, nous avons mis ½ heure et sommes arrivés les premiers. ½ après, les premiers touristes sont arrivés en petite barque.

KIM LAN HOTEL Hôtel très bien placé, rapport qualité prix imbattable, chambre 1er prix, avec fenêtre, très agréable. chambre sans le PD mais pour finir offert à l'arrivée. Il ne se prend pas à l’hôtel mais dans un café sur la promenade dans un très beau cadre. Et le PD est excellent. Possibilité de location de moto pour 200 000 la journée. Le personnel à l’accueil parle anglais. 14 euros par booking sans PD et sans annulation possible.

ville agréable.

CAMAU Pas prévu d’y aller. Mais en regardant le routard, il était noté que c’était une ville hors du temps et des sentiers battus, avec un marché flottant classé 2 étoiles et un marché de ville très coloré et animé. Cela peut donner envie ! Et bien, le routard est bien dépassé : c’est une grande ville bruyante, peu d’intérêt pour un touriste (en tout cas pour moi), y compris pour le marché si bien côté dans le routard !

ÏLE DU TIGRE (CU LAO ONG HO), à côté de LONG XUYEN L’île est très agréable, pleines de canaux. Une douceur de vivre, un marché et tout ce qu’il faut pour que les habitants puissent y vivre au calme. On sillonne l’île à vélo mais il commence à y avoir pas mal de moto. Quid dans quelques temps. Il y a 5 homestays sur l’île. C’est bien car cela permet de découvrir un habitat et un mode de vie. Mais personne ne parle anglais dans ces logements. Logement au Homestay Ba Đính 10 euros sans PD. Comment personne dans le homestay ne parle anglais, le numéro de téléphone donné avec les coordonnées de l'établissement sur booking est celui d'une jeune fille qui parle parfaitement anglais. Elle est venue à la maison pour discuter mais habite sur Long xuyen. Elle se débrouille pour répondre aux questions et aider pour visiter le marché flottant et coordonner les transports pour le ferry. Réservation par booking (sinon impossible à trouver si l’on ne parle pas vietnamien) et pas de transport à l’arrivée du ferry. Il faut donc joindre cette jeune fille au téléphone avant l’arrivée. Ce logement permet de découvrir une maison vietnamienne traditionnelle et observer leur rythme de vie et activités (j’ai passé une partie de la nuit à les observer à amener les graines de soja à maturité pour les vendre au marché le lendemain matin !) Le matin, j’avais réservé un bateau juste sur le petit canal devant le guesthouse à 5 h 45. Objectif : rejoindre le marché flottant. L’activité est réellement entre 6 et 7 h. Destination sans touriste par rapport à Can tho et Phong Dien. Il y a pleins de bateaux car les personnes logent dessus mais l’activité commerciale est moyennement active. J’ai largement préféré ce marché à Cai Rang car aucun touriste. Mais quand même, un coup cœur pour le marché flottant de Phong Dien avec ses barques traditionnelles et cette vue pour observer ce marché sur la terrasse du petit café.

CHAU DOC Je n’ai pas aimé. 1 h 30 de bus à partir de Long Xuyen avec la compagnie Futa. Le village flottant, je n’y ai pas trouvé de charme. A voir de « Con Tien Bridge ». Sinon, en barque, rien de très jolie. Quand aux villages chams. Oui des mosquées (on voit bien plus beau partout dans le monde. L’habitat est le même que dans le reste du sud du Vietnam, les tenues idem (a part quelques toques pour les hommes). On n’a vraiment pas l’impression d’être dans un autre monde. Quelques maisons sur pilotis…. Il reste le marché, coloré, grand, animé (que le matin) Cela sera une étape sans intérêt. Ne faites pas le détour. Le routard me semble déconnecté dans ses commentaires. Aux alentours, Sam mountain, bof bof. Certes, en haut, une vue sur la nature aux alentours. Mais rien d’exceptionnel. En haut, rien, un aménagement nul. Je suis montée en moto pour 20000 dongs et descendu à pied. certes, il y a des temples dans la descente, mais l’intérêt ? il faudra m’expliquer les 3 étoiles du routard………. Pour y aller (en vélo) c’est une 6 voie plus la voie pour les vélos et motos. Ou est la balade à travers la nature comme j’avais lu sur le forum ! Bref, je n’ai pas vu l’intérêt. En période de pèlerinage, cela doit certainement être intéressant ? MURRAY GUESTHOUSE Chambre de luxe, 30, 73 euros avec PD (correct). Les autres chambres sont moins chers mais sans fenêtre. Prêt gratuit de bicyclette. Cher par rapport à l’ensemble du pays et ce que nous avons eu dans la même catégorie dans la ville pour moins cher. (Pour la notre, j’ai trouvé les murs un peu défraichi). Le plus, un balcon avec tables et chaises, une terrace à l’’étage, un accueil en anglais.

HA TIEN Chau doc / ha tien : 3 h de bus, seulement 2 bus par jour le matin. Bus local 60000 /pers. se faire conduire à la gare en taxi ou moto taxi car hors de la ville. J’ai bien aimé car enfin une ville sans une multitude de motos. Arrivé un midi, l’impression d’une ville sans vie. Vers 16 H 30, l’animation est arrivée, les abords du marché se sont animés. Sur l’esplanade, des tables et chaises ont été installé partout et c’était très animé (c’était un samedi soir) Plage de MUI NAI a 4 km à l’ouest de la ville. Rien d’exceptionnel…., c’est-à-dire pas belle. Mais on y observe les habitudes des familles à la plage. Entrée 10000/pers + 2000 dongs pour la moto. Il y a 2 entrées. Trajet par la route à travers la campagne et retour vers Ha tien en longeant la mer. Ce qui est très agréable dans cette ville, sur cette côte, c’est l’activité de la pêche. D’abord en revenant de Mui Nai par la mer, une belle surprise en découvrant des petits bateaux colorés de pécheurs. Superbes photos, bon accueil. Ensuite, en remontant la ville vers le nord, en longeant le fleuve, on arrive à un endroit où sont amarrés de plus gros bateaux de pêche avec des pêcheries. De magnifiques photos en fin d’après midi et une grosse activité le matin. SI l’on traverse le pont pour aller de l’autre côté de la rivière (d’où parte les bateaux pour Phu Quoc, prendre la route qui longe le fleuve et chercher des tout petits chemins entre 2 maisons pour aller découvrir les bateaux sur la berge. Des petits bateaux, encore différents et découverte de la vie locale. Moto pour HON CHONG : 1 h de moto, 35 km. La plage de Duong est toute petite (peu de sable), juste au bord de la plage, tout est envahi par des marchands de nourriture. Certains viennent y pique-niquer : il loue une bâche, une sono… Le lieu est populaire. Bien pour observer leur façon d’appréhender la plage !!! Avant, il y a la plage de Hon chong. Beaucoup plus grande mais pour les bains de soleil, ce n’est pas top. L’intérêt est de passer par une ville, par des villages où il y a de nombreux ports de pêche. C’est animé avec le retour de la pêche mais il faut que ce soit le matin. Ne pas hésitez à sortir de la route principale. Thach Dong : temple dans la montagne a 5 km de la ville. Bof, personnellement, je n’y ai pas trouvé d’intérêt. HÖTEL HAI PHUONG 0984191344 0773852240 Nouvel hôtel. Grande chambre, agréable et lumineuse avec balcon. Une personne parle l’anglais à l’accueil. S’occupe de trouver une moto pour 200000 dongs la journée. Hôtel très bien situé, après le marché et près de la rivière. Très bon rapport qualité prix 300000 dongs.

PHU QUOC Bateau « spead boat » avec la compagnie Superdong (230 000/par personne, minibus (50 000) de Ha Tien. 40000 de taxi pour aller au port du centre ville. Location moto : 200000 par jour Vraiment, c’est une île que je ne peux pas conseiller. Il y a une politique de construction d’hôtels qui frôle la folie. Les accès aux plages sont souvent inaccessibles à cause de tous les resorts qui privatisent les plages. PLAGE : grosse déception, vraiment rien de paradisiaque Sur la côte nord, les plages ne sont pas belles. Sur la côte ouest, il y la plage de Ong long beach qui est grande et pas encore envahi sur toute sa longueur de resorts, mais jusque quand ? D’autres, lorsque l’on peut y accéder, sont envahies de chaises longues. Pas d’un bleu magique. Au sud ouest, il y une grande plage un peu plus large mais une zone énorme de logements est en construction….. Il reste des petites plages qui sont bordées de maisons de pêcheurs mais elles ne sont pas belles et surtout, très très sales. Sur la côte est, il y a Sao Beach, très belle couleur d’eau, sable blanc, à l’extrémité des rochers qui lui donnent un cachet, des marchandes de fruits…. Mais déjà 2 hôtels et donc chaises longues mais rien de privatisé. La capitale est une grande ville. Certes, il reste 2 villages qui sont un peu plus tranquille : Ham Ninh à l’est et Rach Vem au nord mais bon ! Un aéroport, avec des lignes internationales, a été ouvert. Russes et ??? arrivent en masse. Une copie de Disneyland a été construite, un hôpital international, des routes qui ressemblent à des autoroutes, des 4 voies qui sont pour le moment pratiquement vides. Tout est prêt pour le tourisme de masse. Je pense que ce n’est vraiment plus une destination de « routard ». LOGEMENT Tout est fait la aussi pour le tourisme de masse. Je n’ai trouvé qu’un seul hôtel de routard au bord de la plage sur la côte ouest, chez Freddy, vu sur la plage jusque à la sortie nord de la capitale, 3 fois des bungalows récents donnant sur la plage et qui étaient des petites structures des 3 chambres. Sinon, hôtels qui ne correspondent en rien à un tourisme cool ou de jeunes comme l’on voit en Thailande, en bordure de plage.

BILAN

Ne surtout pas se fier au routard, il est dépassé !

Ce carnet a simplement pour but de donner quelques infos pour ceux qui passeront dans le coin. Pas du tout comme d'habitude de mettre en valeur des destinations plus "secrètes". cela n'a pas été magique. Néanmoins, j'ai pu y observer un mode de vie qui reste riche pour un voyageur. Et tout voyage reste est une école de vie même s'il ne correspond pas à toutes les attentes.

laurence
On est la somme de nos rencontres
CJ Cjtroc Regular ·
Bonjour Merci pour ce beau compte rendu. Nous avions visité ces coins il y a une dizaine d'années. Ce qui nous avait emballé c'est que c'était un des très rares endroits (le dernier?) où il reste une vraie vie sur les canaux. Ce qui. à vous lire, existe encore. D'ou l'envie d'y retourner.. A l'époque il fallait obligatoirement passer par une agence locale, ce n'est donc plus une obligation... Y-a-t-il toujours les écoliers en uniforme ? Beaucoup de barges sur le fleuve ? Des petits canaux envahis par la végétation? Dans les villages reculés, le réveil à 5h par haut parleur. Pour rappeler qu'il est l'heure de travailler... ?

Encore merci.
« On parle toujours de la violence du fleuve qui déborde ses berges - jamais de la violence des berges qui enserrent le fleuve... » disait Berthold Brecht
LA Larsay Globetrotter ·
Que des compliments sur le Sud ! Je connais des plages magnifiques à Phu Quoc, entre le nord de Duong Dong et Gen Dau à l'extreme-nord, où il n'y a pas un chat, il suffit de chercher un peu ; et, où il y a des resorts, les clients s'agglutinnent devant le bar-resto de l'hotel et personne 100 m à droite ou à gauche, c'est trop fatigant d'y aller ! Si vs ne me croyez pas, allez sur la plage du Mango Bay par ex. ; au moins 1 km désert sauf devant le resto de plage. D'ailleurs, sur une discussion similaire, j'ai posté des photos de plages AU PLURIEL avec presque personne, et ce en pleine fete du Tet 2018, lorsque l'ile est bourrée de touristes.
Méfiez-vous de la vie, car les ratés ne vous rateront pas!
SO Solene40 Globetrotter ·
Coucou Laurence

Une fois de plus, je te remercie beaucoup pour ce retour qui m'a beaucoup intéressé. Il se trouve que nous revenons du Cambodge et que depuis Kep, nous voyions l'ile de Phu Quoc toute proche. Et moi de dire à mon mari "et ben voilà une nouvelle idée, on pourra aller visiter cette ile un de ces 4" 😎 Bon vu que toi et moi, on a les mêmes goûts, tu as calmé mes ardeurs 😏. Je ne doute pas qu'il y a moyen de trouver des criques isolées mais la vision d'ensemble ne me convient pas du tout (moi qui aime les coins perdus et préservés du béton et du bitume ah ah).

A bientôt Laurence (mon carnet de voyage sur le Cambodge va arriver dés que j'aurais le temps 😉)

Bises

Christelle
Le monde est comme un miroir, si tu lui souris, il te sourit aussi!
SO Softhard Veteran ·
Dans les villages reculés, le réveil à 5h par haut parleur. Pour rappeler qu'il est l'heure de travailler... ?

C'est la revue de presse (plus besoin de quotidiens) puis la gymnastique avant d'attaquer le petit déjeuner ! 😏
LA Larsay Globetrotter ·
Comme déjà écrit, il n'y a pas que du béton à Phu Quoc, loin de là (photos prises en pleine fête du Têt alors que l'ile est envahie de touristes)



Méfiez-vous de la vie, car les ratés ne vous rateront pas!
YE Yemen Veteran ·
coucou Christelle,

Alors tu peux me faire confiance, malgré les 2 photos de Larsay ci-dessous, cette île est terminé pour les "routards". Alors oui, on arrive, a certaines heures de la journée, en faisant abstraction de tout le reste, à trouver des bouts de plage qui ne sont pas privatisés, ou qui ne sont pas envahis de chaises longues où où où...... mais cela n'est pas suffisant pour en faire un coin de paradis. Et sincèrement, nous y sommes restés 5 jours et nous l'avons sillonnée dans tous les sens. je peux montrer de merveilleuses photos mais ce n'est pas la réalité de l'île. Avec un appareil photo, on saisit quelques endroits, quelques instants qui peuvent faire croire mais ... c'est loin de l'ensemble de l'île

je pars dans 15 jours au Brésil. je continue la côte. Cette fois-ci de récife à Sao Louis en passant par les Lençois 😏

biz laurence
On est la somme de nos rencontres
AS Asia7 Globetrotter ·
Bonjour,

Terminée pour les routards...et les autres aussi! Il n'y a pas que les routards qui aiment les coins tranquilles , préservés..😉

Excepté la petite partie nord et un peu bout coté sud est le grand chantier à démarré, l'objectif est de faire de cette île un pôle éco - touristique de renommée internationale...comme ils disent😕.... Phu Quôc table sur l’accueil de 1,2 million de touristes, dont 35% d’étrangers. Ils devront être 3 millions en 2020, pour un chiffre d’affaires annuel de 771 millions de dollars....l'avenir de l'île est joué!
Pour bien aimer un pays il faut le manger, le boire et l’entendre chanter. (Michel Déon)
YE Yemen Veteran ·
Bonjour Jacques,

bien sur, aucune obligation de passer par une agence. c'est même assez facile lorsque l'on a du temps. oui, il reste une vie sur les canaux, c'est sur. il faut fouiner, se perdre. Pour combien de temps ?La vie de la population dans le delta reste pleine de surprises et de traditions.

la seule chose qui m'a gêné, c'est la difficulté de rentrer en contact avec la population. En dehors de certains hôtels, les vietnamiens ne parlent pas anglais. Ce qui n'est pas gênant en soi, c'est le cas souvent. Sauf que j'ai trouvé difficile d'avoir un sourire, un regard, un geste. Je n'ai pas du tout été comblé dans les contacts.

laurence
On est la somme de nos rencontres
YE Yemen Veteran ·
bonjour,

je n'avais pas du tout l'info de tous ces chiffres mais cela confirme mon impression d'un objectif du tourisme de masse que certains apprécient 😏 mais pas moi 😠 c'est effrayant le nombre de constructions d'hôtels haut de gamme, all inclusive. en soi, je ne trouve pas l'intérieur de l'île avec une végétation très intéressante. ce qui a du faire le charme de cette île, ce sont les villages et les plages. Mais les villages sont maintenant dévoués au tourisme et les plages squattés par les hôtels. alors il va falloir trouver d'autres paradis 🤪 je compte sur les forumistes 😉 laurence
On est la somme de nos rencontres
AS Asia7 Globetrotter ·
Bonjour,

Ils en existent quelque uns de ces paradis au Vietnam, sans ressorts et sans grand tourisme, mais n'oublions pas où nous sommes, il faut s’accommoder des normes locales, du manque de confort et aussi , hélas, de la pollution...la gestion des ordures et le rapport à la propreté de l’environnement ne sont pas encore une priorité.
Pour bien aimer un pays il faut le manger, le boire et l’entendre chanter. (Michel Déon)
YE Yemen Veteran ·
c'est vrai, j'ai vraiment constaté que la gestion des ordures n'est pas encore une priorité. 😠

Dommageable pour l'environnement. Après, le voyageur doit accepter.

pour moi, pas de souci pour accéder à ces petits paradis où le confort ne doit pas être l'essentiel du voyage.

Au voyageur de savoir ce qu'il est capable d'accepter, ce qu'il veut vivre.

pas sur que tu veuilles donner des infos sur cette discussion. je suis preneuse en MP 😏

laurence
On est la somme de nos rencontres
AS Asia7 Globetrotter ·
Dans la mesure de mes connaissances je peux renseigner en public mais pas sur Phu Quoc, tout est dit, donc en effet pas sur cette discussion😉.
Pour bien aimer un pays il faut le manger, le boire et l’entendre chanter. (Michel Déon)
CJ Cjtroc Regular ·
Bonjour Petite précision, coté agence. Ce qui nous importe, c'est de pouvoir accéder à la région et y séjourner en toute liberté. Après nous essayons de trouver un guide local parlant anglais pour s'immerger et mieux comprendre les modes de vie et de pensée. Nos expériences dans le delta avec deux chauffeurs moto et récemment au Nepal Guatemala ou Maroc... avec des jeunes guides, qui souvent apprennent tout seul à parler nos langues, nous confirment toujours que c'est un bon choix, une très belle occasion d'échanger et de contribuer un peu à leur développement. On aime voyager comme ça... Je vais ouvrir vos blogs qui paraissent bien riches... Merci encore
« On parle toujours de la violence du fleuve qui déborde ses berges - jamais de la violence des berges qui enserrent le fleuve... » disait Berthold Brecht
HE Henon21 Veteran ·
Bonsoir

Vous écrivez que l'île est terminée pour les "routards" , pour moi j'imagine au contraire qu'elle va être le paradis des routards , ce qu'elle est déjà en partie . Enfin pour eux bars ouverts tard , boissons à gogo, fumettes, Karaoké , arrivent les hamburgers , pouvoir faire la fête toute la nuit etc... bientôt un nouveau Vang Vieng comme au Laos ou certaines îles de Thaïlande et d'ailleurs . voire Sihanoukville au Cambodge J'ai passé 5 jours à Phu Quoc il y a 3 ans et comme vous ce n'était pas le coup e cœur , je préfère Con Dao comme île . Bon voyage au Brésil Eric
HENON Eric
LA Larsay Globetrotter ·
Et les plages de mes photos, ce sont des "bouts de plage" ??????? Vous en voulez des photos d'autres plages désertes en pleine fête du Têt ?
Méfiez-vous de la vie, car les ratés ne vous rateront pas!
AS Asia7 Globetrotter ·
Bonjour Eric,

Quelle image du routard. Vous allez faire bondir certains. Heureusement qu'ils ne sont pas tous adeptes de fêtes à gogo...voyager de façon autonome et à peu de frais n'implique pas le mauvais goût😉.

Belle journée Fabienne
Pour bien aimer un pays il faut le manger, le boire et l’entendre chanter. (Michel Déon)
HE Henon21 Veteran ·
Bonjour Fabienne

J'ai du mal m'exprimer pour comprendre que je visas les gens voyageant de "façon autonome et à peu de frais" ceux voyageant à la "roots" ne sont pas à intégrer. Déjà ils sont en premier des "voyageurs" . Après peu importe le budget qu’ils veulent ou peuvent investir pur leur découverte. Après chacun voyage comme il l'entend à partir du moment ou il y trouve son plaisir sans gâcher celui des locaux ou des autres visiteurs. Bonne journée Eric
HENON Eric
AS Asia7 Globetrotter ·
C'est bien ce que j'imaginais, ce n'est pas votre style que de stigmatiser, mais mieux valait préciser😉.

Bonne journée Fabienne
Pour bien aimer un pays il faut le manger, le boire et l’entendre chanter. (Michel Déon)
SO Solene40 Globetrotter ·
Dis donc Jacques, t'as des actions sur Phu Quoc pour insister à ce point là non 😏 !!

Franchement on s'en fout de trouver des bouts de plage tranquilles si l'aspect général de l'ile est voué au tourisme de masse.

Moi ce qui m'intéresse sur une ile c'est : pas ou peu de circulation, pas de construction dépassant la hauteur des arbres et dormir dans une paillotte en bambou au bord de l'eau .

Tu crois vraiment que Phu Quoc me comblera de bonheur 😉?
Le monde est comme un miroir, si tu lui souris, il te sourit aussi!
YE Yemen Veteran ·
Hé bien non, je t'assure que tu n'y trouvera pas ce bonheur là ! Aucune de ces contraintes ne sont encore accessibles.

Laurence
On est la somme de nos rencontres
MI Miniatura ·
C'est plus une attaque du Routard que la somme de ce que vous avez vu.

Et vous n'aimez que les marchés ? Et le reste ?

Au Sri Lanka, pas ou peu de marchés mais une somme de choses intéressantes !
Miniatura
YE Yemen Veteran ·
Bien sur que non que je n'aime pas que les marchés, heureusement !

J'ai vu beaucoup de choses intéressantes sur le quotidien des vietnamiens. Comme je suis une fouineuse, j'ai fait de belles découvertes.

Il reste un sentiment mitigé ! Je suis la 1ère à mettre en valeur des destinations et a exprimer mes coup de coeur. Parfois, c'est plus dur. C'est le cas cette fois çi 😣

Je ne veux pas créer de polémique. C'est ma façon de faire des carnets de voyage. Je décris ce que je ressens et je donne des infos pratiques. Je ne suis pas une littéraire, je ne veux pas m'impliquer politiquement, je veux simplement faire vivre et donner sur ce forum. A chacun de voir dans mon profil si ce que j'exprime correspond à leur façon de voyager

Laurence
On est la somme de nos rencontres
AS Asia7 Globetrotter ·
C'est plus une attaque du Routard que la somme de ce que vous avez vu. Ben non! Elle parle aussi de son ressenti sur l'île...et du delta! De mettre le doigts sur les informations obsolètes du routard ne peut que servir! Pour comprendre il faut savoir comment fonctionnent la plupart de ces guides papier. Ce sont généralement les prestataires (hôtels agences etc) qui paient pour un visuel sur leurs pages, qu'ils soient bons ou, pas peu importe! Les visites du "guide" sont rares, pas de vérification et quand il y en a , les mises à jours ne sont, au mieux, qu’annuelles. Avec les impératifs d'impression il y a toujours un décalage. Le Vietnam est particulièrement touché par ce phénomène, les choses bougent si vite dans ce pays qu'il faudrait actualiser les guides tout les 6 mois pour être un peu en adéquation avec la réalité. Les guides ne servent donc que pour une impression générale, un peu d'histoire et une orientation...les adresses seront presque toujours dépassées sauf pour les grands hôtels et les monuments (pagodes temples) qui eux restent en place. Les guides traitent souvent des incontournables qui seront grand tourisme, vous n'y trouverez que rarement la perle rare. Ils sont donc un complément utile mais certainement pas la meilleur aide si l'on souhaite de l'inédit.

Et vous n'aimez que les marchés ? Et le reste ? Il me semble que vous n'avez pas tout lu ou mal lu, il n'est pas question que de marchés... Cependant dans le delta du Mékong les marchés sont incontournables...c'est bien quand même la chose à y voir et ce, même s'ils sont, pour la plupart, très touristiques. Il en existe aussi de moins courus, de tout aussi beaux et qui ne figurent pas dans le routard..parce-que pas sur la ligne habituel des circuits!

Au Sri Lanka, pas ou peu de marchés mais une somme de choses intéressantes ! Au Sri Lanka? Beau pays, mais quel rapport avec ce post sur le Vietnam..?
Pour bien aimer un pays il faut le manger, le boire et l’entendre chanter. (Michel Déon)
YE Yemen Veteran ·
Parfait ce retour. Tout à fait d'accord.

Bon je vais me lancer dans mon compte rendu de mes 2 voyages en octobre 2017 et février 2018 en Éthiopie. Pour ou contre, on verra 😉

Laurence
On est la somme de nos rencontres
AS Asia7 Globetrotter ·
Je vais suivre çà..😉
Pour bien aimer un pays il faut le manger, le boire et l’entendre chanter. (Michel Déon)
SO Solene40 Globetrotter ·
Ah oui, connaissant ton pédigré de voyageuse, les critiques de Miniatura me font bien rire 😉 !

SI y en a bien une ici qui s'intéresse à tout et qui ne craint pas de parcourir des destinations totalement hors des sentiers battus (même seule), c'est bien toi.

Le seul inconvénient c'est qu’après on supporte assez mal les 'hauts lieux touristiques de la planète" ( j'ai un peu le même problème 😄).

Merci encore de ton retour. je vais déguster l'Ethiopie avec plaisir comme d'hab !
Le monde est comme un miroir, si tu lui souris, il te sourit aussi!
LA Larsay Globetrotter ·
Je commence à etre fatiguée des commentaires "N'allez pas à Sapa, aux marché de Can Cau et de Bac Ha, à Tam Coc, à Hoi An, à Phu Quoc, etc. car trop de touristes". Si on suit le raisonnement, pas de Angkor, ni de Mt St Michel, ni de chateaux de la Loire, ni de Venise, Florence, etc. Si on les écoute, ne reste plus que "le clair de Lune à Maubeuge" !

Tout d'abord, s'il y a beaucoup de touristes, c'est que c'est très beau et, en ce qui concerne le Vietnam, que c'est facile d'accès alors que les transports en commun sont parfois compliqués. Pourquoi croyez-vous qu'il y a si peu de touristes dans le magnifique par du Pu Luong ? Parcce qu'il faut une voiture avec chauffur et guide pour y aller, donc cher. D'autre part, partout dans ces sites, les gens s'agglutinent dans le centre (Hoi An) ou les memes pistes (Sapa), où, comme déjà écrit, sur les fauteuils de plage en face du-bar-resto (trop fatigant de les trainer sur 50 m, où il n'y a personne ! Une de mes photos est la plage du Mango Bay en pleine fete du Tet alors que la resort est oomplète). L'exemple de Sapa est symptomatique : les touristes sont tous sur les pistes faciles de Cat Cat, Ta Van et Ta Phin et presque personne ailleurs (allez chez Olivier à 45 mn de marche au nord de Ta Phin et vs ne verrez aucun touriste). Et mes photos de PQ prouvent qu'on peut très bien se retrouver presque seuls sur une grande plage et en plus, tout l'intérieur est vide et bien intéressant). A Hoi An, je conanis un endroit un peu au sud de Cua Dai (chez Mama Ly) où il y a presque personne et Mama Ly est un Cordon bleu. Quant à Tam Coc, les coins déserts y abondent, ce qui ne veut pas dire qu'il ne faut y faire une balade en bateau (qui va au parc des Oiseaux ou à Phat Diem par ex ?)

La question est donc : faut-il éliminer tout site très touristique ? Ma réponse est "NON !". Il faut y aller car c'est très beau, et y chercher sur place certains endroits moins ou pas fréquentés, ou combiner le touristique et le moins, par ex en faisant 2 jours de trekking à Sapa car le cadre est somptueux, et 2 jours à Bac Ha, où les trekkeurs sont rares.
Méfiez-vous de la vie, car les ratés ne vous rateront pas!
BE Belloutte Regular ·
Ce n'est pas faux tout ça. C'est même tellement vrai que parfois il faut réagir en égoïste et ne partager les bonnes adresses qu'à doses homéopathiques !!!!!
voyager, c'est comme déchirer l'écran de ses rêves et y rentrer enfin.......
AS Asia7 Globetrotter ·
Oui, sans doute Brigitte...pourtant le partage fait aussi parti du jeux😉 Et, quand on donne des adresses faut il qu'elle soient en cohérence avec les souhaits.... Mama Ly est sans doute une très bonne adresse pour y prendre un repas, cependant le coin, Cua Dai, n'est pas top...envahi de sacs plastiques remplis de sable pour lutter contre l'érosion, on fait mieux en tant que paradis préservé! A Hoi An, que vous connaissez tout autant que moi, il est bon de s'écarter du littoral pour , dans les terres, aller chercher du plus intime. Ce ne sont pas les petits villages qui manquent! Et si envie de plage autant se diriger vers An Bang... Y aller plutôt en fin de journée si envie de rencontre avec le peuple vietnamien, il vient s'y baigner et manger sur le sable vers les 15h, 16h. Les femmes des pêcheurs préparent de très bons petits plats que vous pouvez acheter à la portion.
Pour bien aimer un pays il faut le manger, le boire et l’entendre chanter. (Michel Déon)
BE Belloutte Regular ·
Oui, tout à fait d'accord avec vous Fabienne, En fait je répondais au passage : Je cite < Je commence à etre fatiguée des commentaires "N'allez pas à Sapa, aux marché de Can Cau et de Bac Ha, à Tam Coc, à Hoi An, à Phu Quoc, etc. car trop de touristes". Si on suit le raisonnement, pas de Angkor, ni de Mt St Michel, ni de chateaux de la Loire, ni de Venise, Florence, etc. Si on les écoute, ne reste plus que "le clair de Lune à Maubeuge" !> Je me suis mal exprimée quand j'ai noté < tout ça >. Bien sûr que le partage fait parti du jeu et j'en ai bien profité dans les 2 sens !! Mais j' avoue que quand je vois à quel point tout change, exemple de Phu Quoc où nous avons nos meilleurs souvenirs (2007), Mango Bay avec 4 paillotes sur la plage..... et bien quand les locaux me font découvrir des endroits encore typiques et pas où peu connus, je les partage au compte gouttes !!!!
voyager, c'est comme déchirer l'écran de ses rêves et y rentrer enfin.......
AS Asia7 Globetrotter ·
Bien sur Brigitte qu'il ne faut donner ces adresses qu'à bon escient et aussi je n'indique que ce qui peut coller à la demande, c'est ce point précis que je voulais faire ressortir.

Quand à préserver😕....les volontés sont telles en matière de tourisme, d'investissements, que bientôt le Vietnam ne sera plus qu'un grand Disney land répondant aux "envies" des plus argentés qui visent ce pays...aujourd'hui par exemple, les chinois, les russes qui dépensent sans compter et se régalent de toutes ces attractions cucul la praline qui leur sont proposées, les vietnamiens eux aussi aiment çà..(pas tous heureusement) .

Nous restent donc encore les régions éloignées, celles où il faut prendre du temps pour y arriver, profitons en et partageons (de manière générale) avec ceux qui nous ressemblent.
Pour bien aimer un pays il faut le manger, le boire et l’entendre chanter. (Michel Déon)
HE Henon21 Veteran ·
+1
HENON Eric
MI Miniatura ·
D'accord avec toi. Il ne faut pas fuir les touristes car s'ils sont là il y a une bonne raison.

Je fais bien rire Solène ! Tant mieux ! Et chacun ses goûts ! Je ne dois pas ABSOLUMENT avoir ses goûts, je dirais même pas du tout !
Miniatura
LA Larsay Globetrotter ·
Bah, des jamais contents, typiquement français d'ailleurs, qui préfèrent souligner les petits travers plutot que de complimenter sur l'ensemble. Ils me font rire, ils voudraient tous etre "les pieds dans l'eau" mais tout seuls et, s'ils se retrouvent dans une endroit isolé pour quelque temps, ils trouvent tout de meme à raler parce qu' "il n'y rien autour", donc ts les repas ds le meme resto etc.

Résultat : les Français ont une réputation de raleurs constants dans le monde entier (en plus de radins et mal élevés) et je connais des guides (plus deux excellentes maisons d'hotes) qui ne veulent plus en entendre parler 😕
Méfiez-vous de la vie, car les ratés ne vous rateront pas!
HE Henon21 Veteran ·
Bonjour

"s'ils sont là il y a une bonne raison" parfois l'instinct grégaire ou moutons de Panurge. Parfois aussi il y a les incontournables à ne pas manquer quand on visite le pays. Il y a de tout . Les rizières de Sa Pa sont très jolies et peuvent se visiter en dehors des autoroutes touristiques mais elles ne sont pas uniques d'autres existent aussi jolies . Le Mont St Michel lui est unique comme d'autres lieus cités . Chacun ses goûts comme vous l’écrivez. Eric
HENON Eric
MI Miniatura ·
Je suis ravie de vous avoir fait rire !!!!

Ici il y a le même problème, je dirais en pire; ce ne sont pas des voyageurs mais des gens qui s'installent dans le bled et fuient les touristes et puis ils se plaignent d'être isolés et de n'avoir pas fait de connaissances.

Quand je voyage, je m'assied avec des autochtones comme au Sri Lanka, auMexique et ailleurs et je leur parle de leur vie et de la mienne et je parle aussi aux touristes.

Quand on voyage ce n'est pas pour s'isoler mais le contraire, faire connaissance et échanger des idées avec des gens qui vivent autrement. Dans le cas contraire, il vaut mieux aller faire un tour dans le petit bois derrière chez vous. Là au moins vous serez seule.
Miniatura
SO Solene40 Globetrotter ·
Ce qui serait pas mal Francesca, pour arrêter de me faire rire, c'est qu'avant de t'adresser à quelqu'un sur ce forum, tu ailles faire un tour sur son profil histoire de savoir un minimum à qui tu parles 😏. Comme tu m'as l'air d'avoir du temps, si tu ne sais pas quoi faire, va lire mes carnets de voyages, tu verras comment tes propos sur moi sont clairvoyants et comment je déteste mon prochain 😛.
Le monde est comme un miroir, si tu lui souris, il te sourit aussi!
AS Asia7 Globetrotter ·
Et peut être aussi d'ouvrir l'ouvrage d'Edouard Bled! Cà aiderait peut être à la compréhension des textes....😏? Deus meus!
Pour bien aimer un pays il faut le manger, le boire et l’entendre chanter. (Michel Déon)
SO Solene40 Globetrotter ·
+ 10 😉
Le monde est comme un miroir, si tu lui souris, il te sourit aussi!
MI Miniatura ·
La pauvre Solène qui tutoie les gens et parle de ce qu'elle ne sait pas. Je n'ai pas beaucoup de temps, je donne des conférences et voyage beaucoup et je répète que lorsque je voyage, je ne fuis pas les gens, au contraire, je leur PARLE. Mais bien sûr si one ne parle que le français, en Asie c'est difficile. Pour voyager et profiter de ses voyages, il faut déjà parler plusieurs langues.
Miniatura
LA Larsay Globetrotter ·
Pour comprendre il faut savoir comment fonctionnent la plupart de ces guides papier. Ce sont généralement les prestataires (hôtels agences etc) qui paient pour un visuel sur leurs pages, qu'ils soient bons ou, pas peu importe! Les visites du "guide" sont rares, pas de vérification et quand il y en a, les mises à jours ne sont, au mieux, qu’annuelles.

Eh ben, javais raté celle-là ! Vous avez vu ça où ? Le guide Vietnam liste des centaines d'hotels, de restaurants, d'agences, etc. ; ils payent tous le Guide ? Et tous les ans (contrairement au LP) l'éditeur vient au Vietnam pendant 15 jours-3 semaines, pendant lesquelles il revisite de une à 3 régions, et envoie une autre équipe pendant 15 jours-3 semaines dans d'autres régions. Les deux arrivent - je les ai vues - avec une épaisse liasse de lettres de lecteurs recommandant ou se plaignant d'établissements, et ils les visitent (bien sur pas si ce ne sont qu'une ou 2 plaintes, il y a toujours des raleurs, surtout en France !). Evidemment, ils ne peuvent pas tout voir, AUCUN guide ne le peut. En plus, son fils habite à Hanoi et lui sert de source d'infos et de vérifications. Enfin, il a des corerspondan, ts comme moi - te je ne suis aps le seul - à qui il demande de vérifier ceci et cela où ils vont en balade. Contrairement au LP que les Français encensent (normal, ils n'aiment pas acheter français ; une Toyota, c'est bien mieux qu'une Peugeot et il vaut mieux donner ses sous aux Japs qu'aux entreprises françaises !), le guide du Rooutrad est donc révisé tous les ans

Bref, la principale source d'informations n'est absolument pas "les prestataires", mais les courriels et lettres des lecteurs + le fils. J'en sais quelque chose, je leur en envoie à chaque fois que je découvre du nouveau, de l'amélioré ou du plus mauvais !
Méfiez-vous de la vie, car les ratés ne vous rateront pas!
OT Othellomoto Veteran ·
Une petite anecdote concernant le routard :

Je suis allé au Vietnam en 2015 j’avais acheté le guide comme d’habitude et lors de mon deuxième voyage en 2017 je l’ai tout naturellement repris je n’ai pas investi dans la nouvelle édition.

Mon logeur à Saigon (qui parlait très bien Français) l’a consulté et m’a dit qu’il y avait une erreur sur un restaurant en ville , l’établissement tenu par quelqu’un de sa famille était fermé depuis peu.

De retour en France j’ai regardé au vol dans la nouvelle édition et effectivement le resto n’était plus référencé.

C’est un détail, mais je me suis dit : finalement c’est quand même un minimum tenu à jour.

Après ce n’est pas la panacée mais ça aide bien sur place pour faire un choix
LA Larsay Globetrotter ·
En conséquence, j'encourage fortement les utilisateurs à écrire au Routard ; ça rend grand service à tout le monde !
Méfiez-vous de la vie, car les ratés ne vous rateront pas!
AS Asia7 Globetrotter ·
Bonjour,

Vos arguments sont sans doute exacts mais certainement pas convaincants en ce qui me concerne et pour cause. J'ai moi même rencontré et fait des démarches pour un site au Vietnam (à Paris sur un salon), la réponse a été édifiante...un devis exorbitant, excusez du peu, pour une parution sur une page et ce avec un délai de un an et une visite prévue mais qui n'est toujours pas effectuée...et qui ne le sera sans doute pas..donc...parait sur le guide du routard ce que veut bien mettre ce dernier (çà c'est normal) mais aussi ceux qui paient...! Quand aux mises à jour....comment voulez vous qu'elles soient faites en temps et heure et tout les ans , là j'ai un gros doute! On peut très bien changer la jaquette sans rééditer le contenu et ce quand le stock de l'année précédente est éclusé... histoire de coût et de délai aussi, une impression ne se fait pas en un tour de main, çà demande du temps, une relecture...alors qu'au Vietnam, vous le savez bien, les établissements de moyenne gamme, ferment ou changent de propriétaire aussi vite qu'ils ouvrent... 3 semaines par an vous semblent suffisantes pour les contrôles? Pas à moi et surtout pas pour tout le Vietnam...quand au correspondants...quelles sera leur impartialité? Après chacun ses convictions... Je reste persuadée que les guides servent à une vision générale mais certainement pas pour y trouver le bon plan, çà se saurait.
Pour bien aimer un pays il faut le manger, le boire et l’entendre chanter. (Michel Déon)
LA Larsay Globetrotter ·
Ben non, parce que, suite caux lettres et courriels des lecteurs + aux rapports de visites, ils passent DEUX mois pleins à tout revoir (l'éditeur m'envoie à chaque fois la copie de ce qu'il a ajouté de compliqué afin que je fasse des corrections ou suggestions) , ce qui explique que le guide n'est mis en vente qu'en septembre alors que le "bouclage" est fin-mars ; il ne faudrait pas tout ce temps rien que pour changer la couverture et quelques lignes, n'est-ce-pas ? D'ailleurs, c'est facile à vérifier, tous les ans, la pagination change suite aux éliminations et addditions.

Quant à l'impartialité des correspondants, ça veut dire quoi ? Tout est subjectif, mais je vs garantis que je ne recommande jamais un mauvais établissement, meme si on m'y reçoit comme un prince ! Et puis, si c'est mauvais, ça ne reste pas longtemps, les plaintes des lecteurs débarquent !
Méfiez-vous de la vie, car les ratés ne vous rateront pas!
HE Henon21 Veteran ·
Bonjour Francesca

Quand je suis en voyage personnellement j’ECOUTE surtout les gens locaux que je rencontre . Je visite pour découvrir et non leur PARLER de moi !! Chacun sa manière de voyager . Il est vrai que vous préférez (voir votre profil) les endroits ou il y a plus d'expatriés que de locaux !! Je comprends mieux que la manière de voyager de Solène ne vous convienne pas . Chacun ses goûts respectons les. Bonne journée Eric
HENON Eric
MI Miniatura ·
Je n'a pas dit que je parlais de MOI j'ai dit que je leur parlais de leur vie et de la mienne et surtout on parle de tout.

NON je ne préfère pas les expatriés, la preuve : je m'assied avec des autochtones pour leur parler.

Il faut BIEN lire les msg avant de cataloguer les gens !
Miniatura
AS Asia7 Globetrotter ·
Et c'est pourquoi vous recherchez un endroit plein d'expatriés pour vous y établir...et que vous recommandez de lier connaissance avec des touristes pour ne pas être isolée.... Je crois que nous avons tous bien compris comment vous entendez les échanges en voyage! Nous ne vous ressemblons pas c'est une évidence.
Pour bien aimer un pays il faut le manger, le boire et l’entendre chanter. (Michel Déon)
MI Miniatura ·
Je ne cherche pas un endroit plein d'expatriés pour M'Y ETABLIR ma pauvre mais parce que je suis curieuse de tout, de tout savoir de tout comprendre. Vous êtes vraiment à côté en classant les gens dans un catalogue. D'ailleurs personne n'aime les gens comme vous, imbus d'eux-mêmes, se croyant supérieurs et toujours certains d'avoir raison et qui sont incapables de communiquer car ils ne parlent QU'UNE SEULE LANGUE et encore ne savent pas l'écrire.
Miniatura
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On some paintings, the scenes become almost narrative: you can make out figures, everyday gestures, like a memory of the village inscribed in the walls. The decorative frames around the doors aren’t left to chance either—they symbolically protect the house, like a boundary between the inside and the outside world.







During the Sohrai festival, cattle are led into the jungle in the morning. Meanwhile, the women finish the *aripans*—these floor paintings—and continue the wall murals. Around noon, the animals return to the village, and the bulls’ horns are anointed with oil and vermilion in a gesture of gratitude, amid the vibrant colors adorning the houses. We visit several artists, including Parvat Devi, a well-known woman who has received many awards. Her arms are adorned with intriguing tattoos, which I’ll talk about in more detail later.



On another wall, the style changes completely. Here, no massive animals—just birds occupying the space, light and graceful, as if caught in mid-movement. Two silhouettes face each other, their long necks arched almost like mirrors, while their outstretched wings seem to vibrate with the patterns that compose them.



The design is more graphic, almost airy. The lines are smoother, more fluid, as if drawn in one confident stroke. The birds’ bodies aren’t solid—they’re filled with repetitive motifs like scales, stylized feathers, and spirals, giving a sense of continuous movement. Around them, everything comes to life: flowers burst open, arabesques swirl, and even the simplest shapes seem alive. What strikes me here is the sense of lightness. Where the large animals evoked stability and grounding, these birds bring something freer, almost joyful. They seem to embody movement, the circulation of life, like a breath flowing through the village.



The colors remain the same—deep reds, intense blacks, and chalky white—but the rhythm is different. Faster, more spontaneous. As if each wall had its own personality, while still speaking the same language.

That’s probably why I’m so moved. I’d heard about these paintings from my friend Raja, and last year, I saw an exhibition in a village near my home. That first encounter made me want to come here. But seeing them in person is a whole different experience. These paintings are unique. This ancient art is passed down from mother to daughter, or mother-in-law to daughter-in-law, in a quiet, deeply living continuity. At first glance, it might seem almost childlike in its simplicity and pared-down forms. And yet, everything is thought out, balanced, mastered. Nothing is left to chance.



That apparent simplicity, combined with such rich symbolism, touches me deeply. There’s something sincere and essential in these walls—and that’s what moves me.
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Attila yesterday
Amazing Kyrgyzstan!
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 rentals kept making me postpone the project.

And then, everything fell into place—I told myself, now’s the time!

Preparations took longer than usual; the destination is still far from mainstream.

A bit of Kazakhstan? Not in the end.

The south or not? Yes, in the end.

Pre-book or play it by ear? 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 on 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! (‘Beefsteak’ for my partner’s mischievous nephews...)



You’ll find here a post with some practical info.
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Patbill 2 days ago
A Slightly Less Touristy Japan
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
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MirandaMouse 2 days ago
Mice in Switzerland, the Other Cheese Country!
I'm starting my first travel journal since VF reopened!

This will mostly be to share my impressions and some photos, with a few days' delay, but I'm starting this journal while I'm still here.

First, I'd like to thank those who helped me prepare for this trip.

I was able to organize this stay in one of the most expensive countries in the world thanks to the home-exchange principle. Not necessarily a direct swap, but through a points system, which is more practical for choosing where you want to go without it having to be a reciprocal exchange.

For this trip, there will already be two different accommodations. We'll see how it goes after that.

The first place is near Yverdon-les-Bains, close to Lake Neuchâtel.

So, we're going to explore this area!

We arrived under capricious weather that won’t leave us for the next few days!

We had dinner at a pizzeria recommended by *Le Routard* in Yverdon, then took a little nighttime stroll through the town center before heading inland to settle into our accommodation.

We discovered a very large, quiet house—and especially the cat that stayed behind! Funny for a couple of mice! He’ll be sleeping with us 😹
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Montagnard74 3 days ago · Muriel18
Turkey 2026: Riviera, Antalya, and Cappadocia
Hi everyone!

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!

A little sneak peek?
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GeorgesOZ 6 days ago · Hypnos
Langtang &#8211; Trekking in the Rain
We did the Langtang trek (hike) from September 10th to 17th, with the first and last days being the trip from Kathmandu and back—so 6 days of actual walking. It’s a fairly well-known trek but certainly not as famous or crowded as those in the Annapurna or Everest regions, which is why we chose it.

In theory, it’s mandatory to have a guide for this trek. In reality, it seems there are ways to bypass the regulations: we met at least two people hiking without a guide—a South Korean, a New Zealander, and possibly also a couple of English women and an American couple, though we’re not sure if they had a guide.

The agency we booked with had told us it was an affordable trek for relatively older people in good shape—which is our case (I’m 72 myself). I have to say upfront that we found it quite challenging, maybe because we didn’t have good weather—it was the end of the monsoon season. To be clear, no matter your fitness level, I’d say doing this trek in the middle of the monsoon season would be suicidal.

Day 1 – Journey from Kathmandu to Syapru Besi

On Monday, September 8th, there had been violent protests in Kathmandu against the government, which had, among other things, blocked access to social media and been accused of nepotism and corruption. There were 19 deaths. The situation was very tense on the day of our departure, Wednesday the 10th. The agency warned us that public transport was very unreliable. So, we decided to take a jeep, at an additional cost of $100 ($160 minus what was already budgeted for the bus).

We left a little before 7 a.m. and it took us a good hour just to reach the outskirts of Kathmandu. Along the way, we saw several houses and vehicles set on fire by protesters.

The road to Syapru Besi is only 120 km, but it’s frankly awful. It’s always narrow, winds through endless mountains, and the shoulders range from bad to confusing to nonexistent. Several sections are just dirt tracks. We didn’t regret opting for the jeep, as we could stop several times at our convenience—if only to let Y (my Thai partner) throw up everything she had. She’d taken her usual motion sickness medication, but the constant turns, accelerations, and braking eventually made her terribly carsick.

In Nuwakot, we stopped for breakfast at a nice little restaurant, Jimbu. It was around 8:30 a.m., and we’d barely covered 60 km. The restaurant has a lovely garden overlooking the Trishuli Ganga, the river flowing down from Syapru Besi. First photo: the river in the bottom right corner, mist and clouds over the mountain on the other side.

An hour later, my second photo: the hills along the Trishuli Ganga. You can see the different crops—lush green rice paddies in the lower right and corn, already yellowed and likely harvested, in the foreground on the left. And of course, the mist and clouds through which you can glimpse the mountain on the other side of the river.
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Bibouns51 6 days ago
Off on a winter adventure in the American West!
Day 1 – February 14

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?



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Calisson94 last week
Back to Swedish Lapland: Trekking the Kungsleden and Crossing Sarek
Summer 2022 left me with a sense of unfinished business, so here I am back in Swedish Lapland for summer 2024, ready to attempt the Sarek crossing again—and this time, tackle part of the Kungsleden too.

After much hesitation, my partner Jean Marie and I decided to start with the Kungsleden, which is, from what we’ve read, stunning but very busy (and it really is!!), and finish with the wilder option: SAREK! This park is known as Europe’s last true wilderness—sounds like a dream, right?! The downside of this plan is that there’s no way to resupply in Sarek, and the Kungsleden isn’t exactly set up for long-distance trekking either, so we’ll have to carry a lot of food for the first part of the trip with Sarek in mind. Oh well, we’re motivated!

Our plan is to start in Abisko (the classic route), head to Vakkotavare (also classic, but with some variations to avoid the official trail and the crowds), then continue the Kungsleden from Saltoluokta. Before reaching Aktse, we’ll set off on an east-to-west crossing of Sarek (weather-dependent, since aside from the Skarja hut in the center of the park, there’s no shelter if conditions turn bad). At least we’ll be on the right side of the park to climb Skierfe and enjoy the jaw-dropping view of Rappaladen if we have to bail on Sarek.

All in all, that’s 17 days of trekking, including 1 rest day and 1 buffer day for weather delays.

So if you’re interested, I invite you to follow our fully packed backpacks!

08/03 - Abisko – 5km before Abiskojaure Some info (guides we used for prep, SFT map, sending food to Saltoluokta) 08/04 – 5km before Abiskojaure - on the east shore of Lake Alisjavri 08/05 – East shore of Lake Alisjavri – just before Tjaktja 08/06 – Just before Tjaktja – above the Salka hut via Nallo 08/07 - Salka – just past Singi + side trip to Djalson Lake 08/08 - Singi – Teusajaure 08/09 - Teusajaure - Vakkotavare (end of the first section of the Kungsleden) 08/10 – rest day in Saltoluokta + round trip to the Sámi village of Pietjaure 08/11 – Saltoluokta – Sitojaure 08/12 - Sitojaure - Skierfe - Sarek or no Sarek? 08/13 – Skierfe – somewhere above Rapadalen 08/14 – Somewhere above Rapadalen – above the Skarki hut 08/15 – Above the Skarki hut - Skarja 08/16 – Camping at Skarja 08/17 – Ruohtesvagge 08/18 – Ruohtesvagge - Padjelantaleden 08/19 – Padjelantaleden - Ritsem – End of the trek 08/20–24 - End of the trip (Lullea - Stockholm) And of course, the recap
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RichardXI last week
Page by Page on the Assisi Way &#8211; 1,200 km on Foot
Preamble

June 2024. While hiking with my brother on the GR 36 Tour du Morvan, I catch sight now and then of strange rectangular markers fixed to tree trunks. Against a bright orange background, a deep black Greek tau topped with a white dove. My first encounter with the Assisi Way. The Way of St. Francis: a pilgrimage route linking Vézelay in Burgundy to Assisi in Italy, covering nearly 1,800 km. It felt like an obvious next step—I immediately knew I’d take it on, attempt the adventure solo.



In the months that followed, I talked about my project to everyone—family, friends, my partner. An avalanche of comments, more or less the same but varying depending on each person’s character and life experiences. But deep down, it all boiled down to one legitimate question: why?

And the answers? Hesitant, awkward, partial, even confused. I quickly realized they weren’t so easy to find. It was as if my project seemed more like a whim, a kind of intimate caprice, rather than a well-thought-out plan. Of course, I knew the reasons that pushed me to leave—you always have to give some. Loved ones need to understand to feel reassured, and that’s understandable. But I fear that when I list them, they’ll sound like the same old checklist anyone embarking on this kind of journey might give. Of all the reasons I could mention, I’ll highlight just one here: the call of the road, the solo adventure that brings a powerful sense of freedom. A bit like Monsieur Seguin’s goat, who from her comfortable pen gazes longingly at the unconstrained horizon of the mountain. But if I’m being honest, I think I didn’t really know what I was looking for—or, more importantly, what I’d find. Deep down, when I reflect on it, one word keeps coming up that explains nothing and everything at once: desire.

Now well past sixty, I know that when I ask myself who I am or where I’m going, two things bring me fully back to myself: hiking and writing. And my intention was also to anchor this adventure through words, day by day. Writing down my feelings, emotions, discoveries, and reflections each evening. The famous travel journal that grounds the daily experience in reality. When I discovered the app "Polarstep," which was initially just meant to keep my loved ones updated and reassured, inform them of my progress, and maintain a connection, I found an opportunity to do it a little differently than usual. No retrospective notes polished up after returning, but spontaneous writing—recounting everything that crossed my mind during the day and publishing it immediately. A journey lived in real time.

This text is the exact transcription of my daily writings. Rereading them, I didn’t change a thing—just corrected a few mistakes and tweaked some awkward phrasing here and there. Short texts, fitting the format imposed by this kind of app. Writing as if addressing others.

Now, all that was left was to walk. April 18, 2026 – Vézelay.

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Jojoone1 last week
All Over Thailand
You can post your personal photos in the following thread: https://voyageforum.com/forum/quelque-part-en-thailande-d10655574/

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.
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Zigomar67 2 weeks ago · Puma2A
Argentine and Chilean Patagonia from El Calafate to Ushuaia
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...
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Nathalie971 2 weeks ago
From Southern Shikoku, between land and sea, to the blue waters of Miyakojima and finally the Tokyo metropolis
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...
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Cendryon 2 weeks ago · Eole34
Kattegat Tour and Norway&#8217;s Majestic Fjords &#8211; 32 Days (Denmark, Sweden, Norway)
Kattegat isn’t just the name of the village in the TV series *Vikings*—it’s also the stretch of water separating Denmark from Sweden... the sea, basically! And further north, you’ve got Norway and its fjords! Originally, I’d planned to just do a loop around Kattegat, with the *Under* restaurant in Lindesnes as our anniversary treat... but along the way, we thought, why not "push" a little further north, keeping an eye on the budget since we’d chosen to travel by car in June 2025 through Scandinavia.

Why by car when most travelers opt for a camper van, while others prefer the comfort of cruises? Well, because we don’t own a camper van, renting one is pricey, and then you’ve got to add fuel costs (those things guzzle gas!), ferry fees, and other "tolls." All things considered, we went for mostly rentals—especially since there were four of us at the start of the trip. We spent the first week in Denmark with our daughter and son-in-law. Then they flew back to Belgium, and we continued our adventure as a couple. For accommodation, we mainly booked Airbnb apartments, which helped keep costs down and, most importantly, let us prepare our own meals (diet, diet!). In this travel journal, you’ll discover (or rediscover, for those who followed my older ones) our unbridled love for theme parks, museums, unique experiences, and—especially in Denmark—Legos! Unfortunately, we didn’t do any hikes this year because the unpredictable weather had made the trails slippery, and since I’d already taken three tumbles during the trip, I didn’t want to risk another! In the end, we traveled for 32 days, covered 6,200 km, and most importantly, discovered the charming country of Denmark, marveled at Norway’s breathtaking fjords—all without suffering the heatwave that hit France and Belgium that June! If you’ve got any questions, don’t hesitate to ask!
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Servanel 2 weeks ago · Vandfaure
Two weeks in Malaysia in September 2017
Hi there,

Here’s our account of our trip to Malaysia from September 11th to 27th. I hope our tips can help others as much as this forum has helped us!

Day 0:

Departure from Nantes with a transfer in Amsterdam via KLM (720 €).

Day 1:

We arrive at KLIA1 in the early afternoon. First challenge: figuring out where to pick up our luggage. Turns out the answer is right under our noses—we need to take the airport’s internal metro! Once we’ve got our bags, we withdraw some cash from a Maybank ATM right there. Next up: SIM card! Just outside the arrivals hall, several kiosks offer them. We go for a Celcom 5 GB card (70 RM). Then it’s taxi time to get to KL, in the Bukit Bintang area—about 85 RM in a slightly old taxi with weak air conditioning. We check into our Airbnb apartment, which is clean, more spacious than a hotel room, and—best of all—has a charming balcony with a gorgeous nighttime view!



We end up hanging out on that balcony, reviewing our plans for the next day. After dark, we take the monorail just a short walk away to enjoy our first evening on a rooftop at the 34th floor: Hélipad (Raja Chulan station—you have to enter the Menara Tower at the base of the station) with a panoramic view of the city and its iconic towers.





Finally, we head to Jalan Alor to grab a bite in this super busy street. Big sleep ahead! 😴
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Muriel18 3 weeks ago · Puma2A
Two weeks under the Puglia sun
After a pretty disastrous weather-wise trip to Gran Canaria, we’re hoping this time the sun will shine in Puglia. It’s not a sure thing, though—the weather’s been awful all over Europe in early May.

For those who’d like to (re)read the story without the digressions, it’s here.

Saturday, May 16: This time we’re flying out of Charleroi (Brussels South): the ticket prices, flight times, and proximity all worked for us. The airport (Ryanair) was recently renovated... but it’s still not very well organized. There are hardly any seats in the boarding areas, and... the restrooms cost money!!! The flight goes smoothly, though, and we land in Bari a little late.

We quickly pick up our rental car, a very local-looking Pandina (even more so than the Fiat 500 in this region), and hit the Italian roads... and their unique driving quirks (like the fact that the countless road signs along the streets and in towns are purely decorative 😏, and that Italian cars don’t have turn signals 😮... except for rental cars).

About an hour later, we arrive at our first accommodation, right in the middle of the countryside near Monopoli. The owner isn’t there, but they’ve left us a ton of info via messages and even turned on the space heater, which is a nice touch. We explore the property:



And the next morning before breakfast, its immediate surroundings:





Sunday, May 17: After our "seaside" experience in Gran Canaria last weekend (packed with people and locals), we decide to start inland. After a hearty breakfast,



we head toward Alberobello, a super touristy village famous for its trulli—those stone houses with conical roofs. We easily find a free parking spot on a street near the Aia Piccola district, where some trulli are still lived in year-round.





We almost immediately come across the Trullo Sovrano (the only two-story one), which you can visit (but we skip it—it’s opening time, and there’s already a line).



From there, we head down toward the Basilica of Cosma e Damiano... but we don’t go in because there’s a mass.



Now we’re on the main Piazza del Popolo, which connects the two districts of Alberobello: Rione Aia Piccola and Rione Monti, the more touristy one.
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Fabhyène 3 weeks ago · Chrisfenua
3 weeks in Laos, stress-free
Come along, I'm taking you to this country where it's so nice to wander and slow down...

This trip was in 2023, but when I wanted to write my travel journal, VF was still closed to contributions... So, now that I've just finished my Japan travel journal here, I figured it was high time to honor this destination we came back from so enchanted. Disclaimer 1: This is a written travel journal. There’ll be text! Too much, for some! Disclaimer 2: This is an illustrated travel journal. There’ll be photos! Too many, for some!

I have to say, every time I try to discipline myself, to keep it shorter, to include fewer photos... I end up adding more. It feels like my dear Aunt Nicole, who exhausted us with her slide-show evenings in the 70s/80s, decided to take her revenge. The upside for you, readers, is that you can slip away anytime without offending Aunt Nicole. I won’t even notice!

Anyway, since I love maps, here’s one to give you an idea of where I’m taking you. As you can see, we only saw a tiny part of Laos (the areas circled in red); we only had 3 weeks for ourselves (my husband’s newly retired, I still work), and we prefer taking our time over rushing around like crazy.



In broad strokes, it was very classic:

First, we “settled in” at Luang Prabang (8 days), because we wanted and needed to. From there, we took three days to venture a little further north—not far in kilometers, but as we know, distances aren’t just about km! Then we flew south to Paksé, letting ourselves drift down to the 4,000 Islands while stopping by the pre-Angkorian archaeological sites. We wrapped up with the Bolaven Plateau.

A few practical notes: We arrived via Bangkok, then took a Bangkok-Luang Prabang flight, having picked up our luggage in Bangkok to check it in for Luang Prabang. No issues—the Bangkok airport, which many of you know, is very well organized. We got our visas on arrival in Luang Prabang. Quick, but to be fair, we were on a “small” plane, and the big flights had arrived earlier, so we weren’t too crowded in line! At the end of our trip, we didn’t fly out of Paksé but from the nearby airport in Thailand, Ubon Ratchathani (a 2.5-hour drive from Paksé), then Bangkok and Paris. You’ll notice we skipped Vientiane to stay longer in Luang Prabang. That said, there’s now a high-speed train between Vientiane and Luang Prabang—good to know—and soon the (Chinese) train will go all the way to Bangkok and even Kuala Lumpur!

With that intro out of the way, let’s dive into the heart of the matter. To be continued: Slowing down the pace... in Luang Prabang
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Torpan 3 weeks ago · Tulipe57
Japan: First Discovery!
Here’s a little story about my first trip to Japan with my partner. We went for our first visit from October 29 to November 13, 2024.

I had planned this entire trip back in November 2020, but given the health situation at the time, I had to cancel...

Here’s the classic route we took:

We booked everything ourselves and got a regional pass for the area from Kyoto to Hiroshima. The hotels were reserved 3 months in advance on Book... and Agod... (1030 € for 2 people for 13 nights = 80 €/night). For the flight, we chose a Qatar Airways flight with a layover to break up the long journey (950 € per person). We also got a pass on the same site (Japan-Experience) to take the train connecting Narita Airport to Shibuya Station (the N'EX Narita Express). Since the airport is 75 km from central Tokyo, we opted for this mode of transport, even though there are cheaper alternatives. After reading various posts on VoyageForum, I understood how important it was to have a Welcome Suica card to pay for public transport (subway, tram, bus, boat throughout the country), and we were able to buy one at Narita Airport. It turned out to be super useful! After a long but smooth journey, we found ourselves at Narita Airport in the evening. Even though we had a pass for the Narita Express, we had to go to a counter to make a reservation for the train (mandatory). Then, once we arrived at Shibuya Station, we took the subway for 2 stops and finally reached our hotel, exhausted (Hotel Asia Center of Japan – 270 € for 3 nights with breakfast included).
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Fabhyène 3 weeks ago · Tulipe57
Draw Me Your Japan...
Hi there!

I’m inviting you on a stroll through my drawings—a completely subjective, far from exhaustive, and totally personal take, since it’s based on my own sketches. I put this travel journal together after returning in late 2024, mostly using felt-tip pens and pencils, with a few collages thrown in. I worked from our personal photos.

Let’s start with the shotengai...



Our first "wow" moment came as we stepped out of the subway in Asakusa, the Tokyo neighborhood where we’d booked our hotel for our first five nights. Exhausted after our long flight, we finally arrived and took an exit that led straight into a shotengai—one of those covered shopping streets that pop up in city centers and flourished between the 1950s and 1980s.

It was an instant aesthetic shock, like a close encounter of the third kind between the modern city, a typical Asian market with its street stalls, the vintage vibe of the arcade, the sheer abundance of goods, and the bustling crowd—a mix of tourists, pilgrims (thanks to nearby Senso-ji Temple), and locals (it’s a very working-class area). In the end, it set the tone for a feeling we’d experience throughout the trip. Wherever we went, shotengai turned out to be fantastic spots for finding little restaurants, shops, or even fresh produce. Some are like real mazes, like in Kyoto, where we spent ages trying to relocate a restaurant we’d loved ;-)

In Kanazawa, the Omicho Market: And in Kyoto, Nishiki Market:

To be continued...
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Holigirl 3 weeks ago · Solene40
South Africa in safari mode: February/March 2026
Hi everyone,

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.

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Caroki 4 weeks ago
Three weeks in Albania with two older teens
We went to Albania in August 2025. Our itinerary included adventure (sporty activities, site visits), naps on the beach interspersed with swims, incredible natural sites, and a bit of culture.

I booked all our accommodations on Booking.com. Note: almost all places ask to be paid in cash!! You can obviously withdraw from banks, but the fees are pretty high. Luckily, we had plenty of cash, and the country is very safe. You can pay in euros most of the time, which avoids exchange fees. We started in Tirana. I’d read a really interesting post about Albania’s bunkers (link in my profile). We chose to visit Bunk’Art with a guide from the agency that wrote the post. It was fascinating—not only to better understand the country’s history but also because her grandfather was repressed by the regime, and she shared her family’s experience with us.

Bunkers are everywhere! In Tirana, Bunk’Art is the most interesting and largest. You’ll see the dictator Enver Hoxha’s office, where he would’ve taken refuge in case of an attack on the country. Bring a sweater—it’s really cold in the underground tunnels and their huge corridors. You can visit other bunkers around the country, in Tirana and elsewhere. Almost all are just abandoned. The cable car up Mount Dajti is right next to Bunk’Art. The view is stunning—you realize Tirana is so close to the mountains and the sea... But otherwise, it’s not that exciting for older teens (17 and 19) and their parents. We picked up a rental car in Tirana—it’d be ours for the next three weeks. We used Goalbania’s agency to avoid any hassles. First, there aren’t many cars available in Albania in summer. Second, French credit cards can be a nightmare abroad. So we preferred to sort that out in advance. After Tirana, we headed to Permet. Just a heads-up: the roads are in great condition except in the mountains. And Albanian drivers aren’t stressful to deal with. Though you might suddenly encounter a herd of goats crossing the road—haha—but if you’re not going too fast, it’s fine. In Permet, I’d been dreaming of rafting on the Vjosa, one of Europe’s last wild rivers. And we did it with a local agency! It’s beautiful, accessible to everyone, not too physical but still a bit lively—just how we like it. You can even jump into the river in some spots. In Permet, we also hiked through a canyon and visited a lovely little church.



And we took a workshop to make their local culinary pride: gliko. It’s a jam with whole fruits inside. We’d seen it on Goalbania’s site, and it was really fun. We were with a family where the secret to making gliko has been passed down for generations... Next, we headed to Gjirokastër. A city we loved: its old traditional houses (Skendulli and Zekate), its grand castle, the Ali Pasha Bridge. Along the way, we stopped for artisanal ice cream at a little shop run by a grandmother who’s been making it herself for ages.



One afternoon, my husband *had* to go to the coast in the south, to Ksamil (he’d read it was better than Sarandë). Verdict: we didn’t like it. Parking is a nightmare, the beaches are super noisy and crowded. The sea is packed with jet skis, boats, pedalos, and ropes. Avoid it.

On the other hand, we really liked Himarë, where we went next. We stayed at a campsite where we rented tents with mattresses and sheets inside. Right by the sea, on a low cliff (about 2 meters high). You can hear the waves at night... Magical!! To swim, you either jump straight into the sea (almost from the tent) or climb down a ladder, which you’ll need to climb back up to get out.



I was a little worried the campsite wouldn’t be very comfortable, so afterward, I’d booked a small place in Gjilek. Turns out, the place was really tiny (one room for four, no kitchen) and pretty expensive (over 100 € a night). We’d drive to the beach or restaurants—it’s on a steep slope, so not very accessible. Parking near the sea is tricky. But the (private) beaches were nice—we’d rent an umbrella not too close to the music and spend the day there. We also went to a wilder beach, harder to reach, via a long path. Behind the beach, there’s an amazing canyon where we’d sometimes climb using ropes (already in place, no need to bring your own) over big boulders rolled around by the stream, which must swell a lot in spring. So, the sea in Albania: it’s nice if you like swimming and relaxing, but it’s not the most interesting part of the country. There are so many other amazing things to see and discover—so many stunning sites! Maybe an agency could’ve helped us find more practical accommodations and avoid Ksamil and its surroundings. We left the coast to head to the beautiful city of Berat and its "thousand windows." We explored the city, its fortress, and its icon museum.



Then we discovered the Osum Canyon—it’s incredible. The view from the top is breathtaking. And at the bottom, it’s magical. There’s little water in summer, so rafting isn’t an option. We weren’t tempted by the big-tube descent offered by an agency—it looked fun, but the group had 40 people. We preferred hiking on our own as a family of four. We scouted the area on Google Maps... and found where to descend. We walked in the water, then it rose to our waists, then our shoulders... We weren’t moving fast. And how to get back up?? Eventually, we followed a group with a guide—the path was hard to find.



After that unforgettable hike, we visited the Bogovë Waterfalls. It’s pretty, and we swam, but the water was *really* cold. We passed through Tirana again and then headed to Shkodër. We explored a bit—its charming little streets, the Rozafa Fortress. There’s a tiny museum where you can see *huge* Ottoman stone cannonballs. And they tell you the (charming) story of the young woman who was walled alive in the castle’s foundations to ensure its strength... Shkodër is mostly a stopover to head into the mountains and discover Theth. Our goal: hiking in the Valbona Valley, from Valbona to Theth. We organized the trip ourselves, without an agency, but it took some time to figure everything out. So I’ll save you the trouble—haha. Book your tickets on the Komanilakeferry website. The ticket includes: 🙂 minibus transfer from downtown Shkodër to Koman 🙂 ferry ticket from Koman to Fierze. This ferry ride is *gorgeous*—between mountain slopes covered in pine trees, and sometimes a little house with a few fields...



🙂 minibus ticket from Fierze to Valbona. Now you’re in the mountains! The minibus drops you off near your accommodation—pick one as close as possible to the start of the hike (if that’s your goal!). The ones at the far end of the village add up to 1.5 hours of walking. Our choice: Guesthouse Dioni. The host is really lovely, it’s in the woods, and it’s basic but great. After a day of hiking, we arrived in Theth. What beautiful mountains! Then we explored Theth and the surrounding area. It’s pretty busy, but you can still enjoy the Blue Eye of Theth and its swim. It’s *so* cold! But so beautiful!



🙂 minibus ticket from Theth back to Shkodër. After a night in Shkodër, we drove to Kepi i Rodonit. A guidebook (I forget which one) raved about its beauty. And it *is* beautiful!



But the view is ruined by plastic bottles and other trash in the bushes, along the paths, and of course on the beaches. The only peaceful spot: the private beach at Kepi i Rodonit, which is cleaned. You can rent an umbrella and have lunch there. That’s where we spent our last few days—very relaxing. In short... Albania turned out to be perfect for us and our teens!
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Attila 4 weeks ago · ReneVoyageur
Albania in Autumn Colors
A new work assignment means our vacation dates can't stay the same.

We had planned to go to the Canary Islands, but flight prices are skyrocketing with this new holiday schedule.

So, I’m looking for an alternative to Gran Canaria and El Hierro and found two round-trip flights with Wizz Air to Tirana.

398 €, including baggage and seats—perfect!

Plus, the departure and return times are great, which is pretty rare for a low-cost flight!

All that’s left is to rent a car, plan the route, and book accommodations.

With two weeks, we’ll have to make some choices!

Here’s the final itinerary: Shkodra (2 nights), Valbonë (3 nights), Tirana (1 night), Lake Ohrid (1 night), Korçë (1 night), Përmet (1 night), Gjirokastër (1 night), Himarë (2 nights), Berat (2 nights), and Krujë (1 night).

A mix of countryside and small towns, a bit of the Mediterranean, and some mountains!

Late October isn’t the best season, so let’s keep our fingers crossed for the rest...

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6cha38 4 weeks ago
Our family trip from Denver to Yellowstone &#8211; a recap
Hi there,

I’m diving into a recap of our loop—pretty classic, really—Denver-Yellowstone-Denver this past summer, from July 24 to August 17. Given the sheer number of trip reports already out there (or in the works), and since I don’t have the writing chops or the photography skills of many of you, I’ll keep it practical—well, I’ll try, at least—to share our take on some of the less-visited parks and spots.

First off, a huge thank you to everyone whose trip reports, blogs, websites, comments, and more helped us put together this itinerary. Looking back, it could’ve been even better optimized: a few disappointments when we missed out on some great discoveries, often because we were short on time. Plenty of reasons to come back to the area!

We’re traveling with our four (almost) teens—18, 16, 14, and nearly 12 years old. To keep the trip enjoyable for everyone, we had to make compromises on both sides: cutting a visit short to spend more time swimming, waking up at dawn, and so on. But logistics also played a big role—things like laundry, grocery shopping, and keeping luggage organized could’ve quickly become time-consuming without a little planning. And honestly, I think we visited every Walmart along the way! Blame it on the lack of fridges in some accommodations and, more importantly, the *very* limited space in the car, which made it impossible to bring a proper cooler. I’ll come back to the car saga later.

For accommodations, this year we alternated between basic cabins in KOA campgrounds and Yellowstone (when staying more than one night in the same place) and hotels. Always with a pool (except in Yellowstone, of course), which let the kids burn off energy—because they always have reserves, even after packed days!—and, let’s be honest, gave us a chance to relax. No Wi-Fi issues either; we all had plans with 25 GB of data (a big thanks to Gilles for the amazing deal at 0.99 €). It worked perfectly, even for texts and calls between phones—no extra charges.

Now, onto our route: as I mentioned, a classic Denver-Yellowstone-Denver loop. To avoid rushing through the parks or spending all our time on the road, we prioritized staying as close to them as possible, with at least two nights in each place. And I’ve got to say, it’s really nice to settle in, even if it’s just for two nights. It also helped us deal with the weather, which wasn’t always great during this trip. The trade-off? With vacation time being limited, some driving days ended up being long. We knew that going in, but since we kept a relaxed pace with no time constraints (don’t ask me for timings—I don’t keep track of the clock on vacation, except in the morning to get everyone up before noon!), we sometimes ended up with marathon days.

With that said, I’ll dive into the trip itself in the next post.
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Attila 4 weeks ago
Storm in the Canary Islands
15 days across Gran Canaria, El Hierro, and a dash of Tenerife under the storm Thérèse!

The planned itinerary will be slightly disrupted...

(The version without discussions is here)
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Montagnard74 last month
CAPE VERDE 2025: 3 weeks, 4 islands.
And we still haven’t seen everything! Before setting off for new horizons at the end of this year, it’s time for me to share my trip to Cape Verde this summer 2025.

I particularly love these spontaneous trips, and our stay in Cape Verde is one of those because it was only at the beginning of April that we decided on this getaway, which had been catching our eye for a while, given our love for the mountains.

As always—well, when it’s open—I turned to VF, and I want to immediately thank Marie, aka ptitortue, who helped me a lot in planning this trip through her travel journals and our exchanges!

Because Cape Verde is both small and vast! We decided not to rush from one airport to another, to enjoy the places and the people, but also to relax, since the work backlog from being stuck in May (see my previous travel journal 😅) had to be caught up on in June.

So, 4 islands will be our winners from 06/28 to 07/19:

Santiago first for logistical reasons, as round-trip flights from the capital Praia were the cheapest (650 €/person from Lyon via Lisbon with TAP, still!)

São Vicente, because it’s the gateway to the next one but ultimately more than that...

Santo Antão, pretty much the main goal of the trip since Marie (and the photos) had really sold it to me.

And finally, Sal Island, for some rest—a non-negotiable condition for my other half—and we’ll see that I should’ve listened to Marie...

That said, what a chatterbox I am—buckle up, flight attendants at the doors, off we go on new beautiful escapes! (Thanks to Sophie for the easy loan)

Last note for my eager fan club 😏: yes, there will be alcohol—how could there not be in the land of grogue!

It starts here:

https://voyageforum.com/v.f?post=10790234;a=10790234

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Songsam last month
Far from the daily grind*
Hello, Since I enjoy not only the countryside but also everything related to rail travel, I’m starting this photo thread dedicated to trains in Thailand (I’d guess most of us have taken one at some point...). Feel free to post your pictures here as long as they fit the theme: rolling stock**, stations**, platforms, tracks (even without a train on them), technical equipment, engineering structures (bridges, viaducts), etc.—all in Thailand. For each photo, I’ll (or you can) note the station or line where it was taken. Comments and questions are welcome.

* train ** interiors or exteriors

All aboard!
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Jojoone1 last month
From the Awakening to Travel to Morocco in the 90s
As I’ve mentioned elsewhere, I inherited my love of travel from my parents and some of my grandparents. A strong passion, but one that was unfortunately limited by our family’s modest resources. Back then, living in northern Alsace, a simple trip to the southern part of the region—with the Wine Route as our destination—felt like an extraordinary journey to a land of plenty for the little boy I was in the late 60s and early 70s. Everything seemed so huge when you were still just a kid. Back then, I was overwhelmed by countless sensations—I was already highly sensitive, with a keen mind and a nose and taste buds that were developing like a pro’s. Which, as I’d later realize, wasn’t always an advantage.



Those magical days always began with a gentle late-spring or midsummer morning. The interior of the white Peugeot 404, license plate 210 LZ 67, had already soaked up the sun before the engine purred to life, and the cabin gave off a scent I could still recognize today—a fragrance I found so pleasant. Back then, I had no idea it was just the smell of warm plastic from the car’s interior. Yes, the scents of the 404 on sunny days became my madeleine de Proust... What’s more, the whole family was unusually cheerful because those moments of relaxation and leisure were rare. Everyone worked, and no one had an easy job or was well paid. Without the *Trente Glorieuses*, these experiences might never have happened.



Once we crossed the canton’s borders, I felt like I was light-years away from my everyday surroundings, and every kilometer plunged me deeper into *terra incognita*. It was thrilling. Far from my so-called "medium-sized" town, wheat fields, cornfields, and cabbage patches stretched out, punctuated by tall poles connected by long wires and topped with vegetation—like giant clotheslines without laundry, where magical beanstalks might grow to touch the sky. Back then, I was still far from tasting their product, which was simply beer. At the time, there was still a significant local hop production. Fun fact: it wasn’t until 2002 that Anglo-Saxon scientists proved hops and cannabis belong to the same biological family.

After the fields, the landscape took another step up as it rolled past the little boy’s eyes, often glued to the windows. First came modest hills, then a succession of rolling slopes that soon formed an unbroken chain. Their 700 meters in altitude felt like Himalayan peaks to me—impressive, inert giants, a whole new world. Gazing at them, an intense emotion welled up somewhere between my stomach and lungs, nearly taking my breath away. What mysteries, what treasures did these heights hold? And then there were the cherries on top—the crowning touch that made the scene even more magical: proud, majestic castles perched on the summits like impassive sentinels. Monuments from the past, yet firmly rooted in the present on their rocky spurs. The little boy’s eyes sparkled—he’d been given a castle for Christmas, complete with battlements, towers, a drawbridge, and fully armed knights. He’d watched and lived *Ivanhoe* on the only French TV channel that existed back then.

Only once did my paternal grandfather join us on one of these trips. A tall, intelligent man with a face that could shift from stern to mischievous, clearly full of humor and charisma. Sadly, his relationship with alcohol had taken a toll on his life and, by extension, those of his loved ones. He had a strong personality—if his boss crossed the line, he wouldn’t hesitate to punch him, which meant he went through a lot of different jobs. Back then, you could quit one job and easily find another. It was quite something to see him in his final stages, hallucinating pink elephants and even drinking perfume when he had nothing else left. The last time I saw him, he’d slipped away from the doctors and nurses while hospitalized in pretty bad shape—at least, I assume his liver was the issue. We were sitting down for a family lunch when the door burst open, and there he stood in his pajamas, eyes twinkling with mischief, clearly pleased with the dramatic entrance. That theatrical moment didn’t spare us from burying him a few months later at the age of 71. One day, my mother told me the family doctor had quietly remarked that it was a shame—with his robust constitution, he could’ve lived to be a hundred. Yes, the family doctor—this was the man who’d come treat you any day, at almost any hour, just for a phone call. It really existed, it’s not a myth!

That day, his wife—my paternal grandmother—was also along for the ride. Everyone agreed that Jeannette was a good woman. She worked as a waitress at *Le Tigre*, the biggest brasserie in town, right in the center. Most customers preferred to be served by her, including local dignitaries and even the mayor. As a kid, I didn’t find her very fun, open, or warm—she seemed a bit stern. Back then, women in their fifties already had the face and build of grandmothers. Same went for men, don’t get me wrong. I had no idea about the struggles she faced because of her husband. I didn’t know that 30 years earlier, she’d had to flee Alsace while pregnant, under threat from Nazi fighter-bombers. I didn’t know she’d had several miscarriages, and that my father—her only surviving child, born prematurely in March 1940 at the other end of France—weighed less than a kilo at birth and was so tiny he could fit in a shoebox. Hard to imagine he’d grow into a strapping man nearly 1.80 meters tall, tipping the scales at 100 kilos. When you come back from summer camp in early August and ask why she didn’t pick you up with your parents, and they gently tell you she’s "in heaven," you don’t realize she passed away at 54 after suffering greatly from stomach cancer that had spread.

Back to that family outing, that enchanted parenthesis. I even remembered where we’d had lunch when I passed through Dambach-la-Ville decades later. One of those charming, flower-filled towns Alsace produces in abundance—and preserves so well. This one sits high on a hill, and I was a bit stunned on the parking lot because the view stretched far, revealing the Alsace plain below—its fields, villages, hills, and forests. The world seemed so vast and enticing that day, even though I was only glimpsing a tiny fraction of it.



The region was already very touristy, but I wouldn’t notice the downsides until much later. That Sunday noon, I discovered a large restaurant filled with diners. I can still see the enormous piece of meat they served me, decorated with a little wooden skewer topped with a flag. I kept that one for a long time. Those were the golden days of rich, flowing, thick sauces—so flavorful—and the era of the world’s best fries, made on the spot with the best potatoes. To top it off, I was *exceptionally* allowed a small bottle of apple juice, Orangina, or—even better if possible—Sinalco. Yes, Sinalco—like Orangina, but better. A brand that must’ve disappeared in the 70s, but why, and what a shame! Since then, Orangina’s little bubbles have taken the brand to the other side of the planet—it’s now Japanese.

Year after year, I’d eagerly await that ecstatic moment when the most beautiful castle in Alsace, the Haut-Koenigsbourg, appeared in my field of vision. The perfect model, the archetype that blended into the landscape at the height of a child’s dreams. The trip home always felt like a reality check—less jarring than an alarm clock, but more diffuse and melancholic. From then on, there was only one wish: *When do we leave again?*
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Elis last month · Djalma
9-Day Trek in the Balkans
Hi there, Here’s a recap of a trek through the Balkans covering three countries: Albania, Montenegro, and Kosovo. I was with a friend, and we didn’t do the full route (only one day in Kosovo). It was a wonderful trek through snow-capped mountains and vast flower-filled meadows, meeting incredibly welcoming people. At the end of the travel journal, I’ll share what I loved and what I liked less.

Day 1: Flight from Paris-Beauvais to Tirana with Wizz Air. Since Albania isn’t part of Europe when it comes to phone service (at least not yet! :-)), we had to buy a physical SIM card—otherwise, the bill would’ve been sky-high if we’d used our French plan! We got one from Vodafone AL at the airport. You can buy online before leaving with a virtual SIM (e-SIM) for compatible phones, so you don’t have to swap cards. But given the uncertainty about choosing a plan online, we preferred buying one directly at Tirana Airport. Cost: 31 € for 100 GB. That’s way too much—100 GB is overkill. For 40 GB, it’s 27 €, and the plan lasts 21 days. The price difference isn’t huge, and it was cheaper than online. This plan covers all the countries along the Balkan range. Money tip: All guesthouses and accommodations accept euros. The local currency in Albania is the LEK. In Montenegro, it’s the euro. Bank fees for withdrawing money from an ATM in Albania are pretty steep: 8 € for a withdrawal of 600–700 LEK (about 200 €)! So it’s better to withdraw cash (euros) in France. Oh, and we booked all our accommodations before leaving, but payment is always in cash. Budget around 400–500 € for 9 days of trekking.

Then, a transfer the same day to Shköder, about a 2-hour bus ride. Cost: 10 € per person. Tickets bought directly on the bus. We spent the night in Shköder at a very clean guesthouse, Open Doors B&B. It had a small balcony overlooking the city. I really liked Shköder, especially its pedestrian street lined with restaurants and lit up at night. It’s a great place to stroll and eat. The food isn’t expensive—two big salads and two beers: 14 € :-) . Fruit prices are also very reasonable: 3 € for a kilo of cherries, compared to 9–10 € in France. Religions coexist peacefully in these countries—Catholics and Muslims. From our balcony, my friend heard the call to prayer for the first time, coming from one of the city’s mosques.

Day 2: Bus ride to Theth, about 1,100 meters in elevation gain, the starting point for our hike the next day.

The trip took 2 hours and 40 minutes with a break in the middle. The bus was affordable, but taxis also make the trip—though they’re very expensive.



We slept in the heights of Theth at a new guesthouse, "Mountain Vista Shkafi," with an amazing view.

The family was adorable. The husband is a handyman and built almost everything himself. Their baby is named "Sky"—such a cute name, right? :-) Throughout the trek, I found the guesthouses very clean, and the hosts think of everything—no need to bring soap or shampoo; they provide it. Lunch in Theth at a traditional restaurant on the main road. We tried "Tave Dheu," an Albanian dish with beef, cabbage (very common), and cottage cheese. Delicious but not quite filling enough. For dessert, a honey cake that was perfectly moist—such a treat! Desserts like this are rare; sometimes they serve watermelon instead. We took a small private bus for 5 € to the "Blue Eye" parking lot, then walked for about 45 minutes to reach a stunning natural site—a kind of lagoon with incredibly blue water. The bravest can swim, but the water’s freezing!







That evening, we dined at "La Montagne Blanche"—excellent! A delightful mix of grilled meats with potatoes and grilled peppers. Some watermelon slices (which I’m not a fan of) and the famous Raki, a brandy served in Turkey and the Balkans! It was my first time drinking brandy "bottoms up." 😉

To be continued... 😉
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DrCarter last month · Djackx67
Two-week family trip to Colombia in August with 8-year-olds
Hi everyone,

I’d like to share my family trip to Colombia with kids aged 8. After spending hours browsing the forum and only having two weeks there, we decided to focus on two regions: the Coffee Zone for one week and the Caribbean coast for another. We traveled from August 8 to 23.

Day 1 – First stop: Bogotá

We arrived in Bogotá in the evening on an Air France flight—nothing to complain about, decent service, comfortable, and on time. However, the first night was a miss. We’d booked a hotel near the airport (Abitel Prime) for convenience, but the soundproofing was almost nonexistent; we heard planes as if we were on the runway. Luckily, exhaustion helped us sleep well anyway.

Day 2 – Off to the Coffee Zone and Salento

The next morning, we headed to the airport for a domestic flight to Pereira with LATAM. No issues: punctual and efficient, and in 30 minutes, we landed in Pereira. The landing already set a different mood: lush valleys, endless plantations, and humid air. We picked up our rental car from Localiza. Unfortunately, the experience wasn’t smooth—the paperwork took forever, and the wait tested our patience. Finally free, we hit the road to Salento, one of Quindío’s gems. We arrived in the late afternoon and discovered a colorful village bustling with artisan shops and cafés. Our first stroll helped us soak in the atmosphere before dinner at Bambú restaurant—a great surprise with careful cooking and local flavors. We spent the night at Casa Serafín, a charming little hotel, nicely decorated and well-located… but unfortunately very noisy.

Day 3 – The magic of Cocora Valley

This was one of the trip’s highlights. We set off early for Cocora Valley, famous for its giant wax palms, Colombia’s emblem. We chose the 12 km loop recommended by the *Routard*. The landscapes were spectacular: towering palms, rivers, suspension bridges. It felt like walking through a postcard. The weather was perfect. That evening, we dined at Barnabé restaurant—pleasant setting, decent food, but the bill was a bit steep for what it was. Back to Casa Serafín.

Day 4 – Coffee and panoramic views

The plan was a visit to Finca El Ocaso. For 1.5 hours, we followed a passionate guide who explained the entire coffee process, from harvest to cup. Very educational, accessible for both kids and adults, all in a stunning setting. The tour was in English for us, and we translated for our kids, who aren’t bilingual yet. In the afternoon, we climbed to Salento’s viewpoint. The valley view was superb. That evening, we ate at Veggie Garden, a simple and pleasant spot that was a nice change from the heavier meals of previous days.

Day 5 – Horseback ride to Santa Rita Waterfall

We booked a horseback ride with Cocora Magic. It was a real success: calm horses, a beautiful trail, mountain and meadow landscapes, and finally the refreshing and wild Santa Rita Waterfall. Without a doubt, one of the best moments of our time in the region. We even got a bonus ride up a 300-meter hill. We then headed to Filandia, less known than Salento but just as charming. We spent the late afternoon enjoying the pool at MuchoSur Filandia. The hotel is beautiful, in an idyllic setting. However, we also had soundproofing issues and could hear our neighbors.

Day 6 – Rainy detour through Filandia and Manizales

Rain caught up with us in the early morning: torrents of water made it impossible to go out. We stayed at the hotel, reading quietly. By noon, the rain let up: a quick walk in Filandia, a quick lunch, then off to Manizales. We chose to stay at El Otoño hot springs. Great choice: as soon as we arrived, we plunged into the hot pools, perfect after hours on the road.

Day 7 – Hiking and hot springs

In the morning, we hiked the Camino de Super Coco (found somewhat randomly on Google). A pleasant trail with mountain views and a peaceful atmosphere. The afternoon was spent in the hotel’s thermal pools, with a short marked hike down to the river. Dinner on-site at the hot springs’ restaurant. A simple but very relaxing day.

Day 8 – Rain, jacuzzi, and games

We continued to Finca Los Alpes. The rain greeted us again, but this time it turned into an asset: nothing like a steaming jacuzzi with a view of the misty mountains. The kids enjoyed the facilities too: mini-golf, ping-pong, billiards. Dinner and night at the hotel, cozy vibes.

Day 9 – Off to the Caribbean coast

Back to the airport to return the car (still a bit long). Flight to Cartagena with Avianca: punctual and comfortable. Upon arrival, we picked up another car and headed straight to the Hyatt Regency, a modern hotel with a pool. That evening, we dined at the hotel—practical after a travel day.

Day 10 – Colonial Cartagena

We set off to explore Cartagena’s old town. It was enchanting: colorful facades, flowered balconies, colonial charm—just magical. However, the heat was stifling and very humid. Afternoon relaxation by the pool. Dinner at Gestlani, a good restaurant in town.

Day 11 – Road to Barú

A hearty breakfast, then one last swim in the pool before heading to Barú. We checked into Las Islas Hotel. The setting was enchanting: wooden cabins nestled in the vegetation, a private beach, turquoise sea, impeccable service. Dinner at the hotel’s restaurant.

Day 12 – Beach and relaxation

A full beach day in Barú. Warm water, white sand, coconut trees, peace and quiet. A real postcard scene with iguanas and birds.

Day 13 – On to Santa Marta

Another morning at the beach before hitting the road to Santa Marta. The drive was a bit long (6 hours), especially with traffic jams in Barranquilla. It was the longest car ride of the trip. We spent the night at Villa María Tayrona, a beautiful place near the park.

Day 14 – Tayrona Park

We left early for Tayrona Park. We entered through **El Zaino**, parked the car, and set off on a hike to La Piscina (about 2 hours). We stopped along the way at Playa Arenilla, a stunning little beach, to rest. Lunch on-site, a swim, then back by 4 PM. The hike was a bit tiring, but the nature was spectacular: dense jungle, the sound of waves, and even a monkey encounter along the way. Evening and dinner at the hotel.

Day 15 – Last swim and return flight to Bogotá

Our last morning was split between the pool and the beach (the hotel has direct access via a 7-minute trail through vegetation and flowers)—hard to leave this paradise. We drove to Santa Marta’s airport to return the car, then flew back to Bogotá. We spent the night at Casa Dann Carlton, a comfortable hotel. We simply ordered room service, arriving too late to go out.

Day 16 – Bogotá and the end of the trip

Our last day in Colombia. After a good breakfast, we explored La Candelaria. Its cobbled streets and colorful houses were worth the visit. We visited the Botero Museum (free) and the Gold Museum, both fascinating. Back to the airport for our 11:55 PM Air France flight.

That’s a wrap on a varied trip—lush mountains, colorful villages, dream beaches, and tropical jungle. The pace was pretty relaxed, well-suited for our kids. They absolutely loved the trip to Colombia. Driving in Colombia was very easy, and we didn’t regret renting a car at all—it gave us more freedom to get around.

If I were to do it again, here’s what I’d change: - I’d spend less time in the Coffee Zone to stay a bit longer on the Caribbean coast, which was more relaxing for the kids. Or I’d head to Medellín, but I didn’t think the city was very kid-friendly. - Bogotá is a city that deserves a day’s visit, but it’s not a must-see. Maybe I’d have taken the KLM flight from Cartagena to Amsterdam instead.

If you have any questions, don’t hesitate!

Antoine
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