Désillusionnée....
by Nioute
This discussion is in French, the community’s main language.
Original post
je reviens d amerique du sud...un voyage vraiment bien durant lequel il s est passe quatre mille trucs...`
seulement j ai mis vraiment un moment a accepter le fait que je sois ...."trop blanche"(???)je crois que ca resume bien les choses.
j ai mal vecu par rapport a ca le caractere ambigu de certaines relations en lesquelles je ne demandais qu a croire!!!!
je parle des relations en general, qu on se comprenne bien.et de certaines qui auraient pu etre exclusives et qui ne l ont pas ete a cause de ca principalement....ben ouais, trop blanche pour comprendre!!ca fait mal, quand on a envie de s impliquer....de changer tt ces choses trop moches quoi!!!
enfin...hormis ca ...j en suis encore toute perturbee, et compte repartir ds qq jours.c est devenu une obsession, de savoir ce qui se trame ailleurs!!
et je ne m arrete par contre pas du tout a ca...j ai tellement envie d essayer encore avec des gens.une relation fructueuse avec quelqu un n arrive pas a la cheville de 40 000 ebauches de relations foireuses..........!
pour commencer...ben ouais, je ne sais pas.je viens de relire mon message et il me parait pourtant clair.et je n ai pas forcement lance ce sujet pour etre precise.
bon.
mon voyage a dure un an, donc je pense savoir de quoi je parle.des gens j en ai vraiment rencontre beaucoup, et je ne parle pas de routards.ce que je voulais dire par la c est que j ai eu du mal a admettre le fait de ne pas savoir si on venait me trouver parce qu on etait interesse(j entends par la opportunisme), ou parce qu on avait envie de me rencontrer tt simplement, de me connaitre.
qd on est blanc tt change.les rapports peuvent etre ambigus, PAS TJS comme je l ai deja dit, mais pour certaines personnes. on n est importants a leurs yeux que parce que la couleur de notre peau trahit un confort, une vie moins dure.
essaie d expliquer a un peruvien par exemple, ce qu est le chomage!!!!
essaie d expliquer a ce meme peruvien que tu as travaille dur pendant un an pour te payer ce voyage, alors que lui travaille tres tres dur depuis 30 et qu il arrive a peine a faire vivre sa famille!!et qu il ne quittera jamais sont continent comme plus des trois quarts de la population d ailleurs.
ces discussions je les aie eues.
c est de ca que je parle .de ce decalage.qui est plus ou moins bien accepte par les gens, mais d ou peut logiquement decouler cette ambiguite.
voila, donc j en suis venue a parler de ca parce qu en me rendant la bas je m imaginait bien que cela allait se passer comme ca, mais pas a ce point.
voila pourquoi " desillusionnee" en titre.parce que ca m a fait mal.
voila .
Je trouve très positif que tu aies pris conscience de ce décalage. Même le routard le plus fauché (pas tant que çà puisqu'il s'est payé un billet d'avion !) est plus riche et plus favorisé que 95% des Péruviens. Il est tellement de voyageurs qui reviennent de là bas en s'extasiant sur la gentillesse des Péruviens, la beauté des paysages, le bas coût de la vie, sans avoir pris conscience de la réalité de la vie des habitants.
Pire je suis souvent scandalisé de voir avec quelle âpreté certains occidentaux marchandent les prix. Au bout du compte ils ont économisé quelques centimes, rien pour eux alors que c'est un litre de lait pour la vendeuse.
Même en travaillant 24 h par jour un professionnel péruvien a toute les peines à nourrir sa famille.
Pire je suis souvent scandalisé de voir avec quelle âpreté certains occidentaux marchandent les prix. Au bout du compte ils ont économisé quelques centimes, rien pour eux alors que c'est un litre de lait pour la vendeuse.
Même en travaillant 24 h par jour un professionnel péruvien a toute les peines à nourrir sa famille.
«bonjour,
J'aimerais avoir plus d'informations sur cette association de partage sans frontières...
J'ai beaucoup voyagé il y a vingt....Maintenant, je vis à Montréal et aimerais recommencé à voyager mais avec ma fille de 13 ans, je cherche des voyages intéressants et sortis des sentiers battus...Je voudrais lui montrer comment découvrir un pays....en découvrant surtout les gens qui y habitent.
Merci de me donner des renseignements sur votre association en vue d'une implication éventuelle de ma part
Françoise
J'aimerais avoir plus d'informations sur cette association de partage sans frontières...
J'ai beaucoup voyagé il y a vingt....Maintenant, je vis à Montréal et aimerais recommencé à voyager mais avec ma fille de 13 ans, je cherche des voyages intéressants et sortis des sentiers battus...Je voudrais lui montrer comment découvrir un pays....en découvrant surtout les gens qui y habitent.
Merci de me donner des renseignements sur votre association en vue d'une implication éventuelle de ma part
Françoise
PARTAGE SANS FRONTIERES est une association d'aide au développement qui a 22 ans d'existence. Nous finançons des projets en Equateur, en Bolivie, au Pérou, à Madagascar et au Burkina Faso.
Notre grand principe c'est que les bénéficiaires des aides doivent être les acteurs de leur développement. Cela signifie qu'ils doivent élaborer leurs projets et les prendre en charge. Notre rôle consiste à trouver les financements et bien évidemment à discuter avec nos partenaires pour compléter leur réflexion, y apporter d'autres éclairages de façon à mettre en marche des projets qui soient viables.
Ces principes font que nous n'envoyons jamais (sauf pour de très rares cas spécifiques) de volontaires, coopérants ou experts sur le terrain.
Tous ceux qui sont impliqués dans la marche de PSF le font sur la base d'un total bénévolat. Lorsque des membres de PSF vont visiter les projets et rencontrer nos partenaires ils paient eux-mêmes leurs billets d'avion et leurs frais de voyage.
Sur notre site vous trouverez un peu plus d'informations sur ce que nous faisons.
Notre grand principe c'est que les bénéficiaires des aides doivent être les acteurs de leur développement. Cela signifie qu'ils doivent élaborer leurs projets et les prendre en charge. Notre rôle consiste à trouver les financements et bien évidemment à discuter avec nos partenaires pour compléter leur réflexion, y apporter d'autres éclairages de façon à mettre en marche des projets qui soient viables.
Ces principes font que nous n'envoyons jamais (sauf pour de très rares cas spécifiques) de volontaires, coopérants ou experts sur le terrain.
Tous ceux qui sont impliqués dans la marche de PSF le font sur la base d'un total bénévolat. Lorsque des membres de PSF vont visiter les projets et rencontrer nos partenaires ils paient eux-mêmes leurs billets d'avion et leurs frais de voyage.
Sur notre site vous trouverez un peu plus d'informations sur ce que nous faisons.
😕Bonsoir,
Tu n'as pas a être "desillusionnée" ni triste..
Dis toi que tu as appris a quel point leur vie ne leur laisse aucun espoir d'être comme nous.. bien nourris, voire repus et cela avec la garantie de sante (securite sociale etc)
Il vaut mieux ne pas trop leur parler de nous, sauf a répondre a leurs questions.. et surtout ne pas avoir d'objets de valeurs..a trop tenter on risque de les rendre aigris de leur sort... dont ils sont conscients..
A chaque conversation il faut etre soi même adapté à l'interlocuteur.. car tous sont différents..
Je ne sais pas ton age.. mais au mien 59 ans... j'apprends au contact des populations rencontrees..et quand je donne des medicaments, c'est en cachette si possible..
Un salut de Marseille... Jacky
Tu n'as pas a être "desillusionnée" ni triste..
Dis toi que tu as appris a quel point leur vie ne leur laisse aucun espoir d'être comme nous.. bien nourris, voire repus et cela avec la garantie de sante (securite sociale etc)
Il vaut mieux ne pas trop leur parler de nous, sauf a répondre a leurs questions.. et surtout ne pas avoir d'objets de valeurs..a trop tenter on risque de les rendre aigris de leur sort... dont ils sont conscients..
A chaque conversation il faut etre soi même adapté à l'interlocuteur.. car tous sont différents..
Je ne sais pas ton age.. mais au mien 59 ans... j'apprends au contact des populations rencontrees..et quand je donne des medicaments, c'est en cachette si possible..
Un salut de Marseille... Jacky
jacky.. touriste auprés des populations locales, et, autant que possible , à l'écart des capitales.
Je comprends ce que tu veux dire, "trop blanche". Quand je suis arrivé au Vénézuéla, en janvier 2004, des vendeurs dans la rue m'interpellaient: Oh la, Catire! (catire = étranger ou autochtone, de couleur blanche). J'entends a la radio ici la chanson merengue Baila Morena! Baila Morena! (Danse métisse! danse métisse!). Dans le regard des autres, tu comprends que tu es blanc, de couleur blanche, et qu'ainsi tu dois sans doute avoir vécue une vie aisée.
Au début j'ai pris ca pour du racisme, mais en fait c'est simplement qu'ici l'apparence physique est une réalité acceptée, alors qu'en France par exemple on la rejette ou la refuse. En Amérique du Sud tu dois accepter le mélange des racines qui t'a fait ce que tu es: grand-pere italien, mere allemande, arriere grand-pere indien, le mélange peut se voir. Mais c'est plus une fierté ici, au Vénézuéla, si tu n'es pas mélangé difficile de te considérer comme vénézuélien.
Au début j'ai pris ca pour du racisme, mais en fait c'est simplement qu'ici l'apparence physique est une réalité acceptée, alors qu'en France par exemple on la rejette ou la refuse. En Amérique du Sud tu dois accepter le mélange des racines qui t'a fait ce que tu es: grand-pere italien, mere allemande, arriere grand-pere indien, le mélange peut se voir. Mais c'est plus une fierté ici, au Vénézuéla, si tu n'es pas mélangé difficile de te considérer comme vénézuélien.
C'est peut-être le cas au Venezuela, mais j'ai souvent été choqué par le racisme des sud américains envers les gens de couleur : beaucoup de cariocas blancs n'aiment pas les criollos (noirs) et les indiens, pas mal de chiliens déconsidèrent outrageusement les indiens, etc. L'Amérique du Sud n'est vraiment pas à mon avis un exemple de respect de l'apparence physique... Le Venezuela doit donc être une exception !
"Old travellers never die, they just smell that way"
Ce que tu dis m'interpelle un petit peu car je connais assez bien ce continent et le gros problème est quand même le racisme. Il y a un vrai racisme contre ses propres racines en Amérique du Sud. Ceci est d'ailleurs assez gênant car cela entraine des situations où (pour mon experience) un péruvien citadin va te parler face à un amerindien (aussi péruvien soit dit en passant) en le dénigrant ouvertement, voire en le traitant comme de la merde. Et le pire de cela c'est que cette personne considère que tu es de son côté, puisque tu es blanc.
Les natifs sont plutôt d'un naturel réservé, timide face aux citadins et face aux étrangers. Ils ont donc plutôt tendance à "s'écraser" face à ce genre de discours. Cependant, ils sont très fiers de ce qu'ils sont et de leur condition. De plus, se sont généralement les plus honnête.
Un des cancers de ce continent c'est justement ce racisme. En contre partie, il y a aussi souvent un rejet de la Conquête ce qui est assez paradoxal. Cela a pour finalité de revendiquer l'histoire préhispanique. Or, il y a un racisme présent contre les personnes les plus proches de ce passé préhispanique. C'est un vrai paradoxe.
Comment atteindre un équilibre si l'on dénigre et l'on rejette ses origines et, par conséquence, son histoire alors que d'un autre côté on fait de cette histoire un moteur politique, un moteur de développement ?
C'est pas gagné mais je crois dans les nouvelles générations qui ont pour tendance à renverser ce schéma.
Les natifs sont plutôt d'un naturel réservé, timide face aux citadins et face aux étrangers. Ils ont donc plutôt tendance à "s'écraser" face à ce genre de discours. Cependant, ils sont très fiers de ce qu'ils sont et de leur condition. De plus, se sont généralement les plus honnête.
Un des cancers de ce continent c'est justement ce racisme. En contre partie, il y a aussi souvent un rejet de la Conquête ce qui est assez paradoxal. Cela a pour finalité de revendiquer l'histoire préhispanique. Or, il y a un racisme présent contre les personnes les plus proches de ce passé préhispanique. C'est un vrai paradoxe.
Comment atteindre un équilibre si l'on dénigre et l'on rejette ses origines et, par conséquence, son histoire alors que d'un autre côté on fait de cette histoire un moteur politique, un moteur de développement ?
C'est pas gagné mais je crois dans les nouvelles générations qui ont pour tendance à renverser ce schéma.
Es un hombre que se va, la lagrima se queda.
Excellent et parfaitement exprimé. Merci de venir apporter de l'eau au moulin. Pendant un moment j'avais la désagréable impression d'être le rabat-joie de service. Tu as couché ce que je n'osais pas dire par peur qu'on se dise "mais qui c'est ce type pour dire ça". Donc maintenant (mais c'est facile), je peux dire comme j'ai été dégoûté de voir traités comme de la m... ces indiens Aymaras par leurs propres concitoyens. Et là on ne parle pas de 1ère ou 2ème génération, puisque les Aymaras sont là depuis des siècles... C'est navrant et consternant. Comme tu l'as expliqué, l'attitude douce et timide de ces indiens est totalement désarmante... On est à la fois touché par tant de recul, d'humilité et de réserve, mais on ne peut s'empêcher de bouillir en pensant les secouer pour qu'ils s'affirment.
Comme tu le dis, j'espère que les nouvelles générations trouveront des voies pacifiques à ce juste retour à l'équilibre.
Comme tu le dis, j'espère que les nouvelles générations trouveront des voies pacifiques à ce juste retour à l'équilibre.
"Old travellers never die, they just smell that way"
Tout à fait d'accord, Chachapoya ! Je me joins à Gnome pour dire à quel point tu exprimes parfaitement ce que j'ai ressenti au Pérou et en Bolivie !
La soumission, la résignation des indiens est immense. Et ils sont effectivement traités comme des m... par les "criollos" blancs ou métis qui ne manquent pas une occasion de nous dire qu' "entre nous, on se comprend, n'est ce pas ..." !
A Cuzco, le dimanche matin, la messe pour les indiens est à 6 h du matin. C'est la messe de "los indiecitos", "los pobrecitos", "los de las alturas" ... (quand on connaît les subtilités de la langue, déjà ce vocabulaire en dit long !) Les criollos, eux, vont se pavaner bien sapés avec leurs épouses à la grand-messe de 10 h ! D'abord, il fait 10 degrés de plus ... et puis surtout ... toute cette vermine a disparu ! M'enfin !
Et pour entrer dans la cathédrale, sur la Plaza de Armas, il faut passer sous le portail monumental ... Sur le tympan, on voit, comme sur des dizaines de porches d'églises par le monde, la scène de Saint Michel terrassant le dragon ... Mais si on regarde bien le bas-relief, on voit le dragon, qui se tord de douleur sous le pied de l'archange Saint Michel qui l'écrase ... et ce dragon, en forme de serpent monstrueux, regardez : il a une petite tête humaine ... une tête ... d'indien ! ! !
Ensuite on entre dans la cathédrale. Il y a de grands tableaux sur les murs, comme dans toutes les églises du monde. L'un de ces tableaux représente "La Cène", le célèbre dernier repas du Christ avec ses apôtres ...
Regardez attentivement : c'est un jeu : devinez parmi les apôtres, qui est Judas ? celui qui va trahir le Christ dans quelques heures ... Vous ne trouvez pas ? C'est pourtant facile ! Regardez : tous les apôtres ont de bonnes têtes d'espagnols, la peau blanche et les traits européens.
Un seul parmi eux a la peau cuivrée, de petits yeux noirs et un nez busqué ... Bravo : voici Judas, vous avez gagné !
Mais le pire est à venir ... vous apprenez alors que ceux qui ont peint ces tableaux ... ... ... ... c'étaient des indiens !
Chachapoya : Un des cancers de ce continent c'est justement ce racisme. En contre partie, il y a aussi souvent un rejet de la Conquête ce qui est assez paradoxal. Cela a pour finalité de revendiquer l'histoire préhispanique. Or, il y a un racisme présent contre les personnes les plus proches de ce passé préhispanique. C'est un vrai paradoxe.
Comment atteindre un équilibre si l'on dénigre et l'on rejette ses origines et, par conséquence, son histoire alors que d'un autre côté on fait de cette histoire un moteur politique, un moteur de développement ?
Chachapoya, en soulignant ce paradoxe, tu mets en plein dans le mille ! Bravo. Je suis moins optimiste que toi pour le rôle que pourraient jouer les nouvelles générations pour faire évoluer tout ça ... mais bon, je veux bien espérer, et y croire.
Chris.
La soumission, la résignation des indiens est immense. Et ils sont effectivement traités comme des m... par les "criollos" blancs ou métis qui ne manquent pas une occasion de nous dire qu' "entre nous, on se comprend, n'est ce pas ..." !
A Cuzco, le dimanche matin, la messe pour les indiens est à 6 h du matin. C'est la messe de "los indiecitos", "los pobrecitos", "los de las alturas" ... (quand on connaît les subtilités de la langue, déjà ce vocabulaire en dit long !) Les criollos, eux, vont se pavaner bien sapés avec leurs épouses à la grand-messe de 10 h ! D'abord, il fait 10 degrés de plus ... et puis surtout ... toute cette vermine a disparu ! M'enfin !
Et pour entrer dans la cathédrale, sur la Plaza de Armas, il faut passer sous le portail monumental ... Sur le tympan, on voit, comme sur des dizaines de porches d'églises par le monde, la scène de Saint Michel terrassant le dragon ... Mais si on regarde bien le bas-relief, on voit le dragon, qui se tord de douleur sous le pied de l'archange Saint Michel qui l'écrase ... et ce dragon, en forme de serpent monstrueux, regardez : il a une petite tête humaine ... une tête ... d'indien ! ! !
Ensuite on entre dans la cathédrale. Il y a de grands tableaux sur les murs, comme dans toutes les églises du monde. L'un de ces tableaux représente "La Cène", le célèbre dernier repas du Christ avec ses apôtres ...
Regardez attentivement : c'est un jeu : devinez parmi les apôtres, qui est Judas ? celui qui va trahir le Christ dans quelques heures ... Vous ne trouvez pas ? C'est pourtant facile ! Regardez : tous les apôtres ont de bonnes têtes d'espagnols, la peau blanche et les traits européens.
Un seul parmi eux a la peau cuivrée, de petits yeux noirs et un nez busqué ... Bravo : voici Judas, vous avez gagné !
Mais le pire est à venir ... vous apprenez alors que ceux qui ont peint ces tableaux ... ... ... ... c'étaient des indiens !
Chachapoya : Un des cancers de ce continent c'est justement ce racisme. En contre partie, il y a aussi souvent un rejet de la Conquête ce qui est assez paradoxal. Cela a pour finalité de revendiquer l'histoire préhispanique. Or, il y a un racisme présent contre les personnes les plus proches de ce passé préhispanique. C'est un vrai paradoxe.
Comment atteindre un équilibre si l'on dénigre et l'on rejette ses origines et, par conséquence, son histoire alors que d'un autre côté on fait de cette histoire un moteur politique, un moteur de développement ?
Chachapoya, en soulignant ce paradoxe, tu mets en plein dans le mille ! Bravo. Je suis moins optimiste que toi pour le rôle que pourraient jouer les nouvelles générations pour faire évoluer tout ça ... mais bon, je veux bien espérer, et y croire.
Chris.
Chris et MF.
Je ne comprends pas vraiment ... si ce n'est pas pour se prendre en pleine figure un decalage, ou si c'est pour se retrouver face a des gens qui ont les memes soucis que nous et la meme vie que nous ... voyager n'a pas de sens. C'est normal que les gens s'interessent a toi parce que tu es differente, comme toi tu t'interesse a eux parce qu'ils sont differents, tu ne peux pas demander a quelqu'un que tu viens de croiser dans la rue (que cela soit ici en Amerique du Sud ou en France) de t'apprecier pour tes qualites intrinseques, les personnes d'abord t'abordent pour combler un petit peu le clivage enorme ne serait-ce qu'en le remplissant avec toutes les questions qu'eux (et toi) posaient a l'autre, puis eventuellement nait une sympathie, et meme avec cette sympathie, la difference abyssale entre eux et toi reste inalteree.
Elle était débout la ville !!!
Je crois pour ma part qu'on peut s'extasier tout en essayant de prendre conscience, et justement s'extasier en prenant conscience de ce qui se vit dans un pays est ce qu'il y a de plus interessant dans un voyage.
Ouvrir les yeux et savoir quand meme apprecier, serait-ce antinomique ? Pas a mon sens.
Ouvrir les yeux et savoir quand meme apprecier, serait-ce antinomique ? Pas a mon sens.
Elle était débout la ville !!!
Bonjour à toutes et tous,
C'est vrai qu'être confronté au racisme des criollos envers les indiens est dur, je l'ai aussi vécu. Je ne connaissais pas l'histoire du tableau de la cène dans l'église de Cuzco, c'est vraiment terrible. Par contre, je connais l'histoire de la vierge de Guadalupe au Mexique qui est un coup monté par ces mêmes criollos pour récupérer la religiosité des Indiens.
A part cela, lorsque je suis confronté à cette situation, lorsque le mot "indio" sert d'insulte, je ne peux m'empêcher de dire que les Indiens avaient une civilisation dans laquelle chacun mangeait à sa faim, avait un toit, une vie décente et digne, était soigné comme tout le monde dans sa société; alors que maintenant c'est loin d'être le cas dans les pays d'Amérique. De ce point de vue, les civilisations indiennes étaient mieux organisée que la nôtre, alors "indio" est plutôt un compliment. A ce moment, chaque criollo se "souvient" de son ascendence indigène avec fierté.
Philippe
C'est vrai qu'être confronté au racisme des criollos envers les indiens est dur, je l'ai aussi vécu. Je ne connaissais pas l'histoire du tableau de la cène dans l'église de Cuzco, c'est vraiment terrible. Par contre, je connais l'histoire de la vierge de Guadalupe au Mexique qui est un coup monté par ces mêmes criollos pour récupérer la religiosité des Indiens.
A part cela, lorsque je suis confronté à cette situation, lorsque le mot "indio" sert d'insulte, je ne peux m'empêcher de dire que les Indiens avaient une civilisation dans laquelle chacun mangeait à sa faim, avait un toit, une vie décente et digne, était soigné comme tout le monde dans sa société; alors que maintenant c'est loin d'être le cas dans les pays d'Amérique. De ce point de vue, les civilisations indiennes étaient mieux organisée que la nôtre, alors "indio" est plutôt un compliment. A ce moment, chaque criollo se "souvient" de son ascendence indigène avec fierté.
Philippe
Si tu pleures parce que tu as perdu le soleil, tes larmes t'empêcheront de voir les étoiles
Je retrouve dans ton post un des paradoxes les plus étonnant que j'ai relevé au Pérou. Sans parler de la religion où ils semblent rejeter les découvertes des archéologues, pour rester un "peuple de dieu" issus de cette religion apportée par des envahisseurs dénigrés. De la même façon la civilisation inca semble portée au nue, et confondue avec des cultures antérieures, mais les communautés indiennes les plus traditionnelles restent méprisées.
Cela m'a semblé suffisament fort et commun pour que je me pose la question de l'enseignement. A ta connaissance, y aurait il dans les programmes scolaire un début d'explication.
Evidemment ce genre d'opposition n'est jamais aussi simple, et la place que conservent les chamans et la médecine traditionnelle même chez les citadins en est un exemple.
Cela m'a semblé suffisament fort et commun pour que je me pose la question de l'enseignement. A ta connaissance, y aurait il dans les programmes scolaire un début d'explication.
Evidemment ce genre d'opposition n'est jamais aussi simple, et la place que conservent les chamans et la médecine traditionnelle même chez les citadins en est un exemple.
Pour la religion, le problème est aussi très complexe car une des richesses de ce continent c'est son syncrétisme. Les natifs ne rejettent pas les religions paiennes, le culte des idoles. Aussi difficile (peut être) que cela puisse paraître, un paysan andin ne connait rien aux incas et quand il parle des sites archéologiques, il les attribu à des "dieux" venus dans des temps anciens, en fait c'est une façon de dire qu'il ne sait pas. De même pour les populations forestières. Seul le chaman ou le chef de tribu connait l'histoire de son peuple et il la rattache toujours à une vision cosmogonique, mythique, et non à une vision historique. Tous ces derniers ont finalement trés trés peu connaissance de leurs racines. Bien sûr, il y a toujours une ou deux personnes connaissant plus ou moins l'histoire de sa culture (maître d'école, maire de la communauté) mais cela représente une trés faible minorité, et la connaissance reste fragmentaire.
Le christianisme, au travers du catholicisme, fut implanté et imposé en Amérique Latine, non sans rébellion ; notamment au Pérou avec le retour au culte des idoles (Taqui Oncoy). Ce genre de rébellion entraina l'inquisition dans sa forme la plus dure.
L'implantation du christianisme n'a pas détruit ou réduit à néant le culte des idoles, le paganisme, mais à entrainer une adaptation de celui-ci au christianisme, d'où le syncrétisme. Les rites paiens sont encore très présents chez les populations andines mais ils sont mixés avec des éléments issus du christianisme. Ainsi une procession dédiée à un Saint X, Y ou Z pourra consister à faire l'ascencion d'un Apu avec forces prières chrétiennes, suivie du rite de la coca. Tout cela en transportant le Saint à dos d'hommes. La religion est finalement un des éléments apportés par la Conquête qui fut le mieux intégré.
Les découvertes des archéologues sont loin d'être dénigrées par les populations Andines, qui sont tout au contraire fières que l'on vienne s'interresser à leur passé (il y a bien sûr des exceptions). Il n'y a qu'à voir l'interêt porté par les maitres d'école dans les villages andins, lorsqu'une découverte, ou une étude, se réalise à proximité de sa communauté.
Pour ce qui est de la société inca, elle est effectivement très souvent confondue avec d'autres sociétés préhispanique (et vice versa) par les touristes mais aussi par certains locaux. Les paysans n'ont pas de réel savoir sur leur passé préhispanique.
En ce qui concerne l'enseignement, les villages andins isolés n'en bénéficient que rarement. De plus, les enfants sont plus utiles aux champs donc ils ne restent pas très longtemps en cours. Pour les natifs du bassin amazoniens, l'enseignement est parfois inexistant et à la rigueur c'est peut être mieux ainsi. De toute façon, à l'inverse des montagnards, les peuples sylvestres ont toujours été beaucoup plus réfractaire à la culture implantée par le blanc. Comme ils ont été beaucoup plus difficile à conquerrir (en partie du au milieux très difficile d'accés).
Sinon, de manière générale, l'enseignement en ce domaine est assez complet. Le problème est autre et réside plus dans la formation universitaire qui est assez limitée (pas de formation doctorale au Pérou par exemple).
En ce qui concerne la place des chamans et de la médecine traditionelle, il ne faut pas tout mélanger. Effectivement, on retrouve ces pratiques en ville mais vont consulter essentiellement des populations originaires de milieux agricoles et immigrées en ville.
Le christianisme, au travers du catholicisme, fut implanté et imposé en Amérique Latine, non sans rébellion ; notamment au Pérou avec le retour au culte des idoles (Taqui Oncoy). Ce genre de rébellion entraina l'inquisition dans sa forme la plus dure.
L'implantation du christianisme n'a pas détruit ou réduit à néant le culte des idoles, le paganisme, mais à entrainer une adaptation de celui-ci au christianisme, d'où le syncrétisme. Les rites paiens sont encore très présents chez les populations andines mais ils sont mixés avec des éléments issus du christianisme. Ainsi une procession dédiée à un Saint X, Y ou Z pourra consister à faire l'ascencion d'un Apu avec forces prières chrétiennes, suivie du rite de la coca. Tout cela en transportant le Saint à dos d'hommes. La religion est finalement un des éléments apportés par la Conquête qui fut le mieux intégré.
Les découvertes des archéologues sont loin d'être dénigrées par les populations Andines, qui sont tout au contraire fières que l'on vienne s'interresser à leur passé (il y a bien sûr des exceptions). Il n'y a qu'à voir l'interêt porté par les maitres d'école dans les villages andins, lorsqu'une découverte, ou une étude, se réalise à proximité de sa communauté.
Pour ce qui est de la société inca, elle est effectivement très souvent confondue avec d'autres sociétés préhispanique (et vice versa) par les touristes mais aussi par certains locaux. Les paysans n'ont pas de réel savoir sur leur passé préhispanique.
En ce qui concerne l'enseignement, les villages andins isolés n'en bénéficient que rarement. De plus, les enfants sont plus utiles aux champs donc ils ne restent pas très longtemps en cours. Pour les natifs du bassin amazoniens, l'enseignement est parfois inexistant et à la rigueur c'est peut être mieux ainsi. De toute façon, à l'inverse des montagnards, les peuples sylvestres ont toujours été beaucoup plus réfractaire à la culture implantée par le blanc. Comme ils ont été beaucoup plus difficile à conquerrir (en partie du au milieux très difficile d'accés).
Sinon, de manière générale, l'enseignement en ce domaine est assez complet. Le problème est autre et réside plus dans la formation universitaire qui est assez limitée (pas de formation doctorale au Pérou par exemple).
En ce qui concerne la place des chamans et de la médecine traditionelle, il ne faut pas tout mélanger. Effectivement, on retrouve ces pratiques en ville mais vont consulter essentiellement des populations originaires de milieux agricoles et immigrées en ville.
Es un hombre que se va, la lagrima se queda.
Je connais bien ce phénomène.. j’ai vécu 1 an au Venezuela et maintenant je vis en Equateur depuis déjà 4 mois.. et j’ai visité le Guatemala, Aruba et Trinidad
Maintenant je commence à être habituée.. mais les premières fois j’étais traité comme une « blanche » mais ce n’est pas péjoratif !
Les gens sont quand même assez « racistes ».. il y a comme une arborescence… avec en haut les « blancs » ensuite les « marrons » (morenos) puis les « noirs » ( negros) puis les indiens
Et ici il ne faut pas trop se mélanger… les blancs sont mis sur un pied de stalle !!
J’étais avec des gens « aisés » au Venezuela.. donc blancs… on m’a fait des réfections sur les « noirs » et c’était réellement raciste ! pensant qu’étant « blanche » je comprendrais !
Moi cela me gêne beaucoup mais on ne peut pas changer les cultures.. je pense juste qu’il faut rester très respectueux envers tout le monde quelque soit la couleur de peau
Evidement, cela se ressent avec les relations avec les locaux.. c’est vrai qu’il faut faire attention parfois ( je n’insinue pas pour tout le monde) les locaux sont intéressés car ils voient en nous une « porte de sortie »
C’est moins valable en Capitale : cette fois ci je vis à Quito, comme il y a plus de « mélange », on voit moins ce phénomène.. mais quand j’étais au Venezuela, dans la partie oriente… la bas il y a moins de « blancs » les rapports ne sont absolument pas pareil !
Au Venezuela, par ex, j’ai eu du mal à travailler, même un petit job car ce n’était pas normal qu’une « blanche » est besoin de travailler….
Même chose pour prendre le bus… je me sentais observer… pourquoi cette « blanche » ne prend pas le taxi ( qui au passage n’est pas cher) et est obligé de se mélanger avec le « peuple » ?…
Je suis désolée, je suis peut être « blanche » mais je reste simple
Ici en Equateur, je suis parfois aussi effarée comme les « blancs » traitent les indiens ! qui sont souvent leur employé
Je voulais aussi rebondir sur le fait que les occidentaux négociaient les prix …la par contre, je ne suis pas trop d’accord sur ce qu’il a été dit !… il faut savoir que la plupart des locaux augmentent les prix car nous sommes étrangers ! et d’une manière anormale.. déjà quand on parle correctement espagnol et que l’on dit que nous sommes résidents, les prix baissent
Et pour un locaux c’est encore moins cher !!
J’ai souvent été présente de plusieurs cas… quand je vais faire les courses avec des amis du pays.. les prix sont moindres
Et j’ai même assisté une fois, à moi en espagnol, on me disait un prix et à un américain en anglais le prix multiplié par 2
Je pense qu’il FAUT négocier mais ne pas être ridicule.. c’est vrai que c’est difficile d’être au juste milieux…..
Au passage, le mot « catire » (utilisé au Venezuela) fait plutôt référence à une blanche, blonde… sexy ! on dit même plus « una catire ».. c’est un peu péjoratif !!
Maintenant je commence à être habituée.. mais les premières fois j’étais traité comme une « blanche » mais ce n’est pas péjoratif !
Les gens sont quand même assez « racistes ».. il y a comme une arborescence… avec en haut les « blancs » ensuite les « marrons » (morenos) puis les « noirs » ( negros) puis les indiens
Et ici il ne faut pas trop se mélanger… les blancs sont mis sur un pied de stalle !!
J’étais avec des gens « aisés » au Venezuela.. donc blancs… on m’a fait des réfections sur les « noirs » et c’était réellement raciste ! pensant qu’étant « blanche » je comprendrais !
Moi cela me gêne beaucoup mais on ne peut pas changer les cultures.. je pense juste qu’il faut rester très respectueux envers tout le monde quelque soit la couleur de peau
Evidement, cela se ressent avec les relations avec les locaux.. c’est vrai qu’il faut faire attention parfois ( je n’insinue pas pour tout le monde) les locaux sont intéressés car ils voient en nous une « porte de sortie »
C’est moins valable en Capitale : cette fois ci je vis à Quito, comme il y a plus de « mélange », on voit moins ce phénomène.. mais quand j’étais au Venezuela, dans la partie oriente… la bas il y a moins de « blancs » les rapports ne sont absolument pas pareil !
Au Venezuela, par ex, j’ai eu du mal à travailler, même un petit job car ce n’était pas normal qu’une « blanche » est besoin de travailler….
Même chose pour prendre le bus… je me sentais observer… pourquoi cette « blanche » ne prend pas le taxi ( qui au passage n’est pas cher) et est obligé de se mélanger avec le « peuple » ?…
Je suis désolée, je suis peut être « blanche » mais je reste simple
Ici en Equateur, je suis parfois aussi effarée comme les « blancs » traitent les indiens ! qui sont souvent leur employé
Je voulais aussi rebondir sur le fait que les occidentaux négociaient les prix …la par contre, je ne suis pas trop d’accord sur ce qu’il a été dit !… il faut savoir que la plupart des locaux augmentent les prix car nous sommes étrangers ! et d’une manière anormale.. déjà quand on parle correctement espagnol et que l’on dit que nous sommes résidents, les prix baissent
Et pour un locaux c’est encore moins cher !!
J’ai souvent été présente de plusieurs cas… quand je vais faire les courses avec des amis du pays.. les prix sont moindres
Et j’ai même assisté une fois, à moi en espagnol, on me disait un prix et à un américain en anglais le prix multiplié par 2
Je pense qu’il FAUT négocier mais ne pas être ridicule.. c’est vrai que c’est difficile d’être au juste milieux…..
Au passage, le mot « catire » (utilisé au Venezuela) fait plutôt référence à une blanche, blonde… sexy ! on dit même plus « una catire ».. c’est un peu péjoratif !!
Cela peut être totalement désinterressé financièrement...avec pour seul objectif de passer du bon temps...donc pas de règles...surtout en am du sud...là bas franchement il calcule pas...
Salut! 😉
Il est vrai que lors de mon voyage en Bolivie, j'ai ressenti une curiosité par rapport aux "gringos". Cette curiosité, il l'exprime d'une façon différente de la notre. Nous sommes curieux aussi, sinon pourquoi aller là-bas?!
Personnellement, j'ai vécu 6 mois en Bolivie. Les boliviens sont avares de questions: "etes-vous français? Non, belge! ahhhhhh!!!", "etes vous mariée? Non, mais j'ai un copain. Et tu vas te marier avec? Ben, je sais pas...!"... C'ets là qu'on se rend compte de la différence culturelle. Et c'ets ce qui rend les relations et les rapports aux gens plus riches. On vit la différence chaque jour.
Ce qui est assez frustrant, c'ets vrai c'ets de sentir qu'on est un "gringo". Je me rappelle, ma petite soeur d'accueil qui m'appelait la "gringa" et elle riait! La voisine qui, lors d'une conversation, m'as dit "oh... mais vous, vous avez de l'argent!". C'est assez frustrant. Car on travaille pour le gagner cet argent! Un billet d'avion à 1100 euros pour l'amérique du sud, c'est cher!!! Le niveau de vie est différent. C'ets lors de conversation de ce genre qu'on se rend compte de la différence.
Je me rapelle de ce week end à Chullumani, où nous avons sympathisé avec un Bolivien. Il nous a montré l'adresse d'un ami, suisse. Mais je susi sure que c'ets ami lui a donné son adresse et ne l'a plus jamais revu! Le marchand de livre, lorsque je lui ai dit que mon séjour arrivait à sa fin, il m'a dermandé mon adresse t m'a promis de m'écrire; de même que la vendeuse de bonbon. C'ets comme s'il étaient fières d'avoir des amis "gringo". Mais les conatacts restent assez supreficiels, je trouve.
Mais cette curiosité et cette gentillesse facilite le contact et la découverte de ce pays et de ce peuple fabuleux...
Il est vrai que lors de mon voyage en Bolivie, j'ai ressenti une curiosité par rapport aux "gringos". Cette curiosité, il l'exprime d'une façon différente de la notre. Nous sommes curieux aussi, sinon pourquoi aller là-bas?!
Personnellement, j'ai vécu 6 mois en Bolivie. Les boliviens sont avares de questions: "etes-vous français? Non, belge! ahhhhhh!!!", "etes vous mariée? Non, mais j'ai un copain. Et tu vas te marier avec? Ben, je sais pas...!"... C'ets là qu'on se rend compte de la différence culturelle. Et c'ets ce qui rend les relations et les rapports aux gens plus riches. On vit la différence chaque jour.
Ce qui est assez frustrant, c'ets vrai c'ets de sentir qu'on est un "gringo". Je me rappelle, ma petite soeur d'accueil qui m'appelait la "gringa" et elle riait! La voisine qui, lors d'une conversation, m'as dit "oh... mais vous, vous avez de l'argent!". C'est assez frustrant. Car on travaille pour le gagner cet argent! Un billet d'avion à 1100 euros pour l'amérique du sud, c'est cher!!! Le niveau de vie est différent. C'ets lors de conversation de ce genre qu'on se rend compte de la différence.
Je me rapelle de ce week end à Chullumani, où nous avons sympathisé avec un Bolivien. Il nous a montré l'adresse d'un ami, suisse. Mais je susi sure que c'ets ami lui a donné son adresse et ne l'a plus jamais revu! Le marchand de livre, lorsque je lui ai dit que mon séjour arrivait à sa fin, il m'a dermandé mon adresse t m'a promis de m'écrire; de même que la vendeuse de bonbon. C'ets comme s'il étaient fières d'avoir des amis "gringo". Mais les conatacts restent assez supreficiels, je trouve.
Mais cette curiosité et cette gentillesse facilite le contact et la découverte de ce pays et de ce peuple fabuleux...
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Hi everyone,
I’m Loulou, a French expat who’s been living in Southeast Asia for about fifteen years, currently in Phnom Penh, Cambodia. A passionate walker at heart, I’ve trekked in Nepal (Thorung La, Mardi Himal), India, Vietnam, and I’m still planning new hikes (Char Dham, Langtang, Annapurna).
I’ve just published my first travel journal, recounting three months of walking and encounters across India. A portion of the sales goes to an educational center I support in Kep, for children whose parents work in the salt marshes.
I’m also working on a second book about Nepal with a musician friend, focusing on the Mardi Himal trek—two independent perspectives on the same journey.
Happy to swap stories with you about the Himalayas, India, Southeast Asia, or just the urge to hit the road and walk far from home.
Safe travels,
Loulou
Hi! It was totally by chance that I stumbled upon VoyageForum (an ad online and a story lol), and I’ve been reading some really old posts from 2011 about Thai massage schools—discussions on how to get by, accommodation, prices, etc. It reminded me of my own experience: I kept things simple by staying with a local family during my entire trip. I only shared all the expenses with them, which, I’ll admit, was super cheap… and I often traveled with them, which naturally opened a lot of doors for me. To start, at the school in Salaya, my Thai friend immediately connected me with Teacher Phong (the school’s mentor and teacher of teachers, a former monk). I was supposed to join a group session with other foreigners, but for some reason I don’t know, I got two days of private lessons for free with this expert… incredible! And on top of that, he loved France! It was an amazing experience. I "discovered" massage by chance—the Thai family just told me: "Try it, you’ll see!" (I’d had a pretty intense massage in the capital before 😅… but the next day, I felt unbelievably great!))
Every morning, I’d take a taxi (chosen by the Thai family at prices that beat all the competition) to this school—I’ve forgotten the name of the little village now… right in the heart of the countryside. Then, in the evenings, I’d keep practicing massage on all the family members… and they’d teach me Thai at the same time!))
Since then, I’ve practiced a bit, with lots of positive feedback. Following Teacher Phong’s advice—he thought my pressure was deep, firm, and precise—he strongly encouraged me to take this seriously.
I love Thailand so much. It’s a whole different way of living… and it’s a real blessing, even if I couldn’t live there full-time. Anyway, that was an unforgettable memory, and sometimes the Thai family and I still say hi—from 2011, 2013… right up to today!
Take care, everyone! !
Every morning, I’d take a taxi (chosen by the Thai family at prices that beat all the competition) to this school—I’ve forgotten the name of the little village now… right in the heart of the countryside. Then, in the evenings, I’d keep practicing massage on all the family members… and they’d teach me Thai at the same time!))
Since then, I’ve practiced a bit, with lots of positive feedback. Following Teacher Phong’s advice—he thought my pressure was deep, firm, and precise—he strongly encouraged me to take this seriously.
I love Thailand so much. It’s a whole different way of living… and it’s a real blessing, even if I couldn’t live there full-time. Anyway, that was an unforgettable memory, and sometimes the Thai family and I still say hi—from 2011, 2013… right up to today!
Take care, everyone! !
Hi everyone,
Who’d like to share their best and worst travel memories in a few lines? For me, it’s watching the TAJ MAHAL at sunrise and getting chased by dogs at the top of a mountain pass in GREECE on the way back from ISTANBUL. THANKS GUYS
Who’d like to share their best and worst travel memories in a few lines? For me, it’s watching the TAJ MAHAL at sunrise and getting chased by dogs at the top of a mountain pass in GREECE on the way back from ISTANBUL. THANKS GUYS
"It seems to me that poverty would be less painful in the sun" wrote Aznavour...
Not sure...😕 Who can prove that people in hot countries are happier than others? What do you think?
Is it better to live in Montpellier than in Lille? Are the Pygmies happier than the Inuit? Are Canadians less happy than the people of Louisiana? Are there more French expats in hot countries?
And your travels? Do you choose your destinations based on the climate? Do you rejoice when a bit of sunshine appears?
Not sure...😕 Who can prove that people in hot countries are happier than others? What do you think?
Is it better to live in Montpellier than in Lille? Are the Pygmies happier than the Inuit? Are Canadians less happy than the people of Louisiana? Are there more French expats in hot countries?
And your travels? Do you choose your destinations based on the climate? Do you rejoice when a bit of sunshine appears?
Hi everyone, just this once I’m not posting for a travel story, but to share a thought for Venezuela.
If you didn’t know—since it’s not making headlines—the country was hit by two 7.5-magnitude earthquakes last week. Over 2,200 people have died, more than 50,000 are missing, and some coastal towns have been completely destroyed. Maybe when the scale of the humanitarian crisis becomes clear, our media will cover it a bit more... especially since earthquakes with this many casualties usually make the front page, but there’s been nothing in France.
So here’s a thought for this country, which, whatever you think of its politics, is a true jewel of South America, both for its landscapes and its people.
If you didn’t know—since it’s not making headlines—the country was hit by two 7.5-magnitude earthquakes last week. Over 2,200 people have died, more than 50,000 are missing, and some coastal towns have been completely destroyed. Maybe when the scale of the humanitarian crisis becomes clear, our media will cover it a bit more... especially since earthquakes with this many casualties usually make the front page, but there’s been nothing in France.
So here’s a thought for this country, which, whatever you think of its politics, is a true jewel of South America, both for its landscapes and its people.
hi there
I’d like to invite you to discover my coastal province in central Vietnam: Quang Ngai.
This year, my province has really improved its infrastructure—mountains, countryside, and sea are all authentic here.
No harassers or thieves, and no Russians either.
A local lunch costs around 1 €.
A *** hotel room is about 25 €, and you can find hotels right on My Khe Beach.
We have a specialty: *banh xeo*—10 crepes for just 1.5 €.
You can rent motorbikes to explore the province and maybe visit the many ethnic minorities.
I live here—I’m not selling anything, but I can help if needed (my father-in-law is a traditional Vietnamese doctor and he’s very skilled).
We're planning to spend a month in Vietnam. Is hiring a guide helpful?
Hi everyone! 😉
I’m Typhaine, 35 years old. Five years ago, I left France for a solo round-the-world trip—no planes, just a van, hitchhiking, cycling, and even a canoe in the Amazon! Today, I work as a naturalist guide in Argentine Patagonia.
Wherever I go, my compass stays the same: observing and photographing wildlife, which I deeply admire and respect.
My project: I’d love to share this experience through a sustainable, authentic, and immersive nature tourism initiative. But to build something meaningful, I need to understand how other nature enthusiasts experience their own adventures.
If you:
Are over 20 years old
Have a true passion for Nature
Have already taken at least one trip lasting more than 3 nights (in your country or abroad) in your life
Then... would you have 5 to 7 minutes to help me by filling out this questionnaire? 🙂 »» https://forms.gle/y74ckkvN9TjrougLA
Promise: I’m not selling anything, this isn’t marketing. Your answers are 100% anonymous and will only help me shape this wild project. A huge thank you to everyone for your help and kindness! Looking forward to chatting in this thread 😛
(Dear admins, this is purely a collaborative effort for my project study, with no commercial purpose. Thank you so much for your support!)
Photo: Grizzly Bear (Ursus arctos horribilis), female on the left and her cub on the right. Photo taken by me in Alaska, Denali National Park.
My project: I’d love to share this experience through a sustainable, authentic, and immersive nature tourism initiative. But to build something meaningful, I need to understand how other nature enthusiasts experience their own adventures.
If you:
Are over 20 years old
Have a true passion for Nature
Have already taken at least one trip lasting more than 3 nights (in your country or abroad) in your life
Then... would you have 5 to 7 minutes to help me by filling out this questionnaire? 🙂 »» https://forms.gle/y74ckkvN9TjrougLA
Promise: I’m not selling anything, this isn’t marketing. Your answers are 100% anonymous and will only help me shape this wild project. A huge thank you to everyone for your help and kindness! Looking forward to chatting in this thread 😛
(Dear admins, this is purely a collaborative effort for my project study, with no commercial purpose. Thank you so much for your support!)
Photo: Grizzly Bear (Ursus arctos horribilis), female on the left and her cub on the right. Photo taken by me in Alaska, Denali National Park.
Hello everyone,
It’s something we often notice in this forum—and many others—this behavioral shift.
A long-time member, or even a new one, asks a question. They get one or more answers, some brief, some detailed, and then... nothing???
Not even a simple thank you!!!
From what I’ve gathered, if the answers don’t align with what they wanted to hear, it seems natural for the asker to just disappear!! 😕 Unless—(and I fear this is the case)—basic politeness is no longer part of our society????
Please forgive my little rant.
Wishing everyone all the best. Cheers,
Puma2A

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

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

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

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

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





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We’re a couple aged 58 and 63. We’ve just returned from a wonderful trip to South India in Tamil Nadu and a few days in Kerala. We traveled with a local French-speaking guide and his friend, the driver. They both live in Pondicherry. We spent 3 weeks with them in the most authentic way!
We covered just over 2,500 km and visited not only temples but also archaeological sites, museums, and small artisanal businesses making tiles, tea, sculptures, bronze, and silk spinning. We were lucky enough to visit a public school, attend a wedding, and even a death announcement in a small countryside village. We were fully immersed in the culture, food, noise, and colors—it was incredible!
The hotels and guesthouses we chose were very clean and mostly quiet. We’re returning from India with amazing discoveries!
We’re happy to share more info if you’d like! M-Claire and Jean
We covered just over 2,500 km and visited not only temples but also archaeological sites, museums, and small artisanal businesses making tiles, tea, sculptures, bronze, and silk spinning. We were lucky enough to visit a public school, attend a wedding, and even a death announcement in a small countryside village. We were fully immersed in the culture, food, noise, and colors—it was incredible!
The hotels and guesthouses we chose were very clean and mostly quiet. We’re returning from India with amazing discoveries!
We’re happy to share more info if you’d like! M-Claire and Jean
This catchy and somewhat mysterious title comes from several questions I’ve been asking myself.
VF has been back open for a reasonable number of weeks and months now. The number of visitors overall matches past averages, but the number of members online in the last 24 hours seems relatively lower than what we used to see.
Yet, to my surprise, I’m seeing fewer travel journals, way fewer messages, and way fewer questions. I don’t see many new registered users online, and I notice a number of members who are logged in but either aren’t participating or have stopped participating.
Something’s not adding up for me because, in my opinion, VF is still appealing, and I don’t see which other sites could really compete.
Was there a real break between pre- and post-Covid? Does it just take more time for some people to discover the site or learn that it’s active again? Do people now prefer quick consumption on sites like FB or others I’m not familiar with? Where have the site’s old-timers gone, and what are they doing with their time now? What’s really going on here?
VF has been back open for a reasonable number of weeks and months now. The number of visitors overall matches past averages, but the number of members online in the last 24 hours seems relatively lower than what we used to see.
Yet, to my surprise, I’m seeing fewer travel journals, way fewer messages, and way fewer questions. I don’t see many new registered users online, and I notice a number of members who are logged in but either aren’t participating or have stopped participating.
Something’s not adding up for me because, in my opinion, VF is still appealing, and I don’t see which other sites could really compete.
Was there a real break between pre- and post-Covid? Does it just take more time for some people to discover the site or learn that it’s active again? Do people now prefer quick consumption on sites like FB or others I’m not familiar with? Where have the site’s old-timers gone, and what are they doing with their time now? What’s really going on here?
Hi there,
This isn’t exactly a traveler’s question... I’d like to know who handles the technical side of this forum?
I run a similar forum on a different topic (unrecognized children), and we’re dealing with a few technical issues that are slowly killing our forum... so I’d have one or two questions to ask 😊.
Also, I was wondering who created this forum... who the administrators or moderators are, etc.
I think this forum is great. Much better than Facebook, which I’ve been using since it shut down (so I’m happy to see it’s working again...)
This isn’t exactly a traveler’s question... I’d like to know who handles the technical side of this forum?
I run a similar forum on a different topic (unrecognized children), and we’re dealing with a few technical issues that are slowly killing our forum... so I’d have one or two questions to ask 😊.
Also, I was wondering who created this forum... who the administrators or moderators are, etc.
I think this forum is great. Much better than Facebook, which I’ve been using since it shut down (so I’m happy to see it’s working again...)