Arrivée à Addis-Abeba. Ville à la topographie extravagante... dénivelés incroyables. Nous sommes deux, nous allons faire la petite boucle dans le nord via ce que l'on appelle " la route chinoise ". Ni Candide, encore moins Cunégonde, nous partons à la recherche d'un autre Eldorado : l'Abyssinie. En bus. Sans agence. Sans guide. Ca a peut-être été notre tort.
Tristes éthiopiques?
by Sylvie57
This discussion is in French, the community’s main language.
Original post
J'avais mon billet ! Le 28 septembre, j'atterrirais à Addis-Abeba, capitale de la mythique terre des " faces brûlées ". Etrange pays où l'on ignorait l'heure solaire et préférait la calculer lorsque la nuit tombe. Rares étaient les messages qui lui étaient consacrés sur ce site. Je les ai lus. Plus je lisais, plus j'avais l'impression qu'on aimait passionnément l'Ethiopie ou qu'on l'avait détestée... viscéralement. Pas de " bof ", " mouais c'était pas mal " ou autre constat mitigé. Certains échanges dégénéraient plutôt à grands coups de " toi, ta gueule ! ! " quand on n'accusait pas le voyageur dégoûté de xénophobie. Les propos les plus violents étaient vite supprimés. Mon voyage a eu lieu et je continue de lire les discussions. Elles sont plus modérées... mais le fond ne change pas : l'Ethiopie subjugue ou fait mal. Moi, elle m'a fait mal. Depuis je ne cesse de me demander pourquoi. Alors que j'espérais y couler des jours relativement paisibles, épuisée je m'y suis effondrée en larmes. On m'y a insultée. Elle est le seul pays que j'ai voulu quitter au plus vite.
Arrivée à Addis-Abeba. Ville à la topographie extravagante... dénivelés incroyables. Nous sommes deux, nous allons faire la petite boucle dans le nord via ce que l'on appelle " la route chinoise ". Ni Candide, encore moins Cunégonde, nous partons à la recherche d'un autre Eldorado : l'Abyssinie. En bus. Sans agence. Sans guide. Ca a peut-être été notre tort.
Arrivée à Addis-Abeba. Ville à la topographie extravagante... dénivelés incroyables. Nous sommes deux, nous allons faire la petite boucle dans le nord via ce que l'on appelle " la route chinoise ". Ni Candide, encore moins Cunégonde, nous partons à la recherche d'un autre Eldorado : l'Abyssinie. En bus. Sans agence. Sans guide. Ca a peut-être été notre tort.
I. Lalibela ou comment on vous prend pour des poires
Lalibela, la noire Jérusalem... Charmante petite bourgade où la puce est reine. Ses onze églises ne sont pas construites, elles sont creusées dans le sol. C'est beau. Ah Lalibela ! la ville qui n'a plus de saint que le nom. Clergé cupide qui pratique le business plus que les offices. Le prêtre de Lalibela et des environs est en effet passé maître es calculette. A 40 kilomètres de là, Yemrehanna Kristos. Eglise paumée, perchée dans les montagnes. Elle se visite moyennant un droit d'entrée assez élevé. L'endroit est absolument magique. Faite de marbre et de bois, intégralement décorée, elle est édifiée au fond d'une grotte. Plongée dans l'obscurité.
Nous... en l'occurrence quatre français et deux anglais : - Fait sombre, on n'y voit goutte. Hé, mais c'est pas des néons ça ? Lui... jeune prêtre :- Si si ! seulement pour pouvoir les allumer, il faut mettre le générateur en route. Et pour ça, il faut payer un supplément. Nous... incrédules : - Il déconne ? Non, il ne déconne pas. Vingt minutes plus tard nous sommes toujours à la case départ. Pendant ce temps, Lui compte deux fois nos billets, les donne à un coreligionnaire qui recommence la même opération. Au cas où. Nos birrs échouent au final dans les mains d'un troisième prêtre qui les recompte... aidé d'une calculatrice. Nous les regardons, définitivement atterrés. Nous n'avions pas envisagé l'érémitisme sous cet angle. Lui... imperturbable : - Si vous voulez qu'on allume la lumière, ce sera plus cher. Avec nous, Jane. Jane est anglaise et photographe. Free lance, elle parcourt le monde en quête d'images qu'elle vend à des guides de voyage et des magazines. De retour chez moi, je découvrirai des photos d'elle dans presque tous mes LPs. Nous logeons dans le même hôtel à Lalibela. L'Ethiopie la déçoit. Jane... furax : - Toi tu commences à nous les briser ! ! Tu viens d'empocher 300 birrs. Alors soit tu actives ton p... de générateur histoire qu'on ne soit pas venu pour rien... soit quand je rentre à Addis, je file à l'office du tourisme et je te taille un costard ! ! ! ! !
Moui... arrivé à un certain stade d'agacement, votre seuil de tolérance chute inexorablement jusqu'à parfois atteindre le degré zéro.Venir jusqu'ici n'avait pas été des plus simples.Il avait fallu négocier férocement avec un chauffeur qui nous réclamait des sommes délirantes. En prime ces types se foutaient ouvertement de nous.Quoiqu'il en soit, les menaces de se plaindre à la capitale n'ont pas été vaines. Jane venait d'ailleurs de toucher du doigt, sans le faire exprès, un véritable sésame. Il nous a été très utile par la suite. Soudainement la lumière fut !
En Ethiopie, on se déchausse avant d'entrer dans les églises. J'avais fait de même en Thaïlande avant d'entrer dans les temples ou dans les mosquées en pays musulmans. Jusque là, tout était normal. Mais à Lalibela, on insiste pour veiller sur vos chaussures. Dire à votre interlocuteur que c'est inutile... revient souvent à ne rien dire.
Un clone de Lui nous attend à la sortie : - J'ai gardé vos chaussures, ça fait 2 birrs par personne. Nous... franchement excédés : - On n'a rien demandé et nos godasses peuvent bien se garder toutes seules. A fortiori dans un endroit où il n'y a personne à 20 kilomètres à la ronde. Le copain de Lui s'est échauffé. Les autres sont alors arrivés. Tous se sont énervés.Las, nous nous sommes assis par terre. Pas la peine de parler, il suffisait de se regarder pour lire l'écoeurement sur nos visages. Dieu que c'était moche ! Là, devant cette église qu'un roi avait fait construire si haut pour être plus près de son Dieu, une assemblée de prêtres essayait de nous plumer. Nous étions la manne... et rien d'autre.
(à suivre...)
Lalibela, la noire Jérusalem... Charmante petite bourgade où la puce est reine. Ses onze églises ne sont pas construites, elles sont creusées dans le sol. C'est beau. Ah Lalibela ! la ville qui n'a plus de saint que le nom. Clergé cupide qui pratique le business plus que les offices. Le prêtre de Lalibela et des environs est en effet passé maître es calculette. A 40 kilomètres de là, Yemrehanna Kristos. Eglise paumée, perchée dans les montagnes. Elle se visite moyennant un droit d'entrée assez élevé. L'endroit est absolument magique. Faite de marbre et de bois, intégralement décorée, elle est édifiée au fond d'une grotte. Plongée dans l'obscurité.
Nous... en l'occurrence quatre français et deux anglais : - Fait sombre, on n'y voit goutte. Hé, mais c'est pas des néons ça ? Lui... jeune prêtre :- Si si ! seulement pour pouvoir les allumer, il faut mettre le générateur en route. Et pour ça, il faut payer un supplément. Nous... incrédules : - Il déconne ? Non, il ne déconne pas. Vingt minutes plus tard nous sommes toujours à la case départ. Pendant ce temps, Lui compte deux fois nos billets, les donne à un coreligionnaire qui recommence la même opération. Au cas où. Nos birrs échouent au final dans les mains d'un troisième prêtre qui les recompte... aidé d'une calculatrice. Nous les regardons, définitivement atterrés. Nous n'avions pas envisagé l'érémitisme sous cet angle. Lui... imperturbable : - Si vous voulez qu'on allume la lumière, ce sera plus cher. Avec nous, Jane. Jane est anglaise et photographe. Free lance, elle parcourt le monde en quête d'images qu'elle vend à des guides de voyage et des magazines. De retour chez moi, je découvrirai des photos d'elle dans presque tous mes LPs. Nous logeons dans le même hôtel à Lalibela. L'Ethiopie la déçoit. Jane... furax : - Toi tu commences à nous les briser ! ! Tu viens d'empocher 300 birrs. Alors soit tu actives ton p... de générateur histoire qu'on ne soit pas venu pour rien... soit quand je rentre à Addis, je file à l'office du tourisme et je te taille un costard ! ! ! ! !
Moui... arrivé à un certain stade d'agacement, votre seuil de tolérance chute inexorablement jusqu'à parfois atteindre le degré zéro.Venir jusqu'ici n'avait pas été des plus simples.Il avait fallu négocier férocement avec un chauffeur qui nous réclamait des sommes délirantes. En prime ces types se foutaient ouvertement de nous.Quoiqu'il en soit, les menaces de se plaindre à la capitale n'ont pas été vaines. Jane venait d'ailleurs de toucher du doigt, sans le faire exprès, un véritable sésame. Il nous a été très utile par la suite. Soudainement la lumière fut !
En Ethiopie, on se déchausse avant d'entrer dans les églises. J'avais fait de même en Thaïlande avant d'entrer dans les temples ou dans les mosquées en pays musulmans. Jusque là, tout était normal. Mais à Lalibela, on insiste pour veiller sur vos chaussures. Dire à votre interlocuteur que c'est inutile... revient souvent à ne rien dire.
Un clone de Lui nous attend à la sortie : - J'ai gardé vos chaussures, ça fait 2 birrs par personne. Nous... franchement excédés : - On n'a rien demandé et nos godasses peuvent bien se garder toutes seules. A fortiori dans un endroit où il n'y a personne à 20 kilomètres à la ronde. Le copain de Lui s'est échauffé. Les autres sont alors arrivés. Tous se sont énervés.Las, nous nous sommes assis par terre. Pas la peine de parler, il suffisait de se regarder pour lire l'écoeurement sur nos visages. Dieu que c'était moche ! Là, devant cette église qu'un roi avait fait construire si haut pour être plus près de son Dieu, une assemblée de prêtres essayait de nous plumer. Nous étions la manne... et rien d'autre.
(à suivre...)
Voilà un récit que je prends beaucoup de plaisir à lire: intéressant et bien écrit. Je ne suis jamais allé en Ethiopie, et ne connais personne qui y soit allé, mais le pays me tente beaucoup. Je vais donc suivre tes aventures avec beaucoup d'intérêt.
La suite, la suite!
Pour ce qui est du mariage d'amour entre fric et religion, je l'avais déjà constaté par ailleurs, même si dans ton cas, ça a pris des proportions spectaculaires. Le coup du payer pour garder les chaussures (ce qu'on vous dit après coup), on me l'a souvent fait en Inde. Au fait, un birr ça fait combien?
La suite, la suite!
Pour ce qui est du mariage d'amour entre fric et religion, je l'avais déjà constaté par ailleurs, même si dans ton cas, ça a pris des proportions spectaculaires. Le coup du payer pour garder les chaussures (ce qu'on vous dit après coup), on me l'a souvent fait en Inde. Au fait, un birr ça fait combien?
Salut sylvie57,
Je viens de lire tes messages.
Bien que n'ayant pas vécu l'Ethiopie comme toi (je fais partie des "subjugués" et je vais partir pour mon 17me séjour), je suis content de trouver quelqu'un qui raconte ce qu'il a vécu sans généraliser, ni injurier tout un peuple (je devrais dire DES peuples) à partir d'un petit échantillon.
Je crois que tu as donné, dès le début, une bonne explication : il y a des pays dans lesquels il est très difficile de "pénétrer" sans l'assistance de quelqu'un qui connaît, que ce soit un guide, une agence ou un ami. L'Ethiopie est dans ce cas.
Ce que tu dis de Lalibela et des églises du Nord ne trahit pas la vérité (même si je connais beaucoup de touristes pour qui cela ne s'est pas passé ainsi).
Mais que dirait un Américain (du Nord ou du Sud) s'il visitait le Mont St Michel et Lourdes… et quelques autres endroits de notre beau pays (Cannes, St Tropez, etc.).
Tout cela pour dire que ce genre d'expédition se prépare minutieusement. Pour expliquer aussi pourquoi, lorsque l'on me pose la question, je suggère toujours d'encadrer son voyage.
Tu dis que tu as du "négocier férocement" avec un chauffeur. Voilà l'autre problème. En Ethiopie en général et à Addis en particulier, il y a une masse de gens qui se prétendent guide ou agence. Une (très) bonne partie est composée de personnes qui, ayant un 4x4, cherchent à le louer. Ce ne sont pas des agences et ils n'ont pas d'assurance pour les passagers, ils connaissent 1 ou 2 endroits du pays mais prétendent tout connaître et leur véhicule n'est pas toujours en très bon état (c'est le moins que l'on puisse dire). Il m'est souvent arrivé de rencontrer sur la route des poubelles à roulettes, en panne, avec des touristes qui ne pouvaient rien faire d'autre qu'attendre…Belles vacances pour économiser quelques euros.
On m'a quelquefois reproché de "faire de la pub" pour l'agence avec laquelle je voyage. J'ai deux bonnes raisons pour cela. La première est que si cela peut aider quelques personnes à revenir avec essentiellement de bons souvenirs…cela vaut le coup. La deuxième est que j'ai envie d'aider quelqu'un que je connais bien et qui fait bien son boulot.
Je viens d'aller voir le site d'un touriste qui est allé là-bas tout dernièrement : perso.wanadoo.fr/ehtiopie-danakil. Je ne me souviens pas s'il a mis son adresse mais lire son récit est intéressant. Il y a peut-être le moyen de l'interroger.
Voilà. Comme yanqquizi j'attends la suite de ton récit.
@+ 😉
Voyager c'est rencontrer plus que voir.
Ou Bouyon est le centre mondial des fans de l'Ethiopie de 70 ans, ou tu nous mènes en bateau cher Maesjl. Tu nous dis en être à ton 17ème voyage mais papachichilo, lui (toi, ou alors tu as un homonyme dans ta ville et tu ne le sais pas) n'en est qu'à son 4ème?
N'est-ce point étrange, cher voyageur?
Maitairoa malgré nos différents passés pour une fois je te suis, j'attends donc comme toi la suite du récit...sourire 😉
Bonsoir Maesjl,
Effectivement mon but n'est pas de tomber dans le pathos : l'Ethiopie a aussi été l'occasion de vivre des moments forts. J'en parlerai.
Partir encadré ? Je ne peux aujourd'hui qu'être d'accord avec toi. Sans véhicule, beaucoup d'endroits vous sont inaccessibles et vouloir s'y rendre donne généralement lieu à des négociations interminables. Le hic : le prix. Nous n'étions que deux, nous ne pouvions pas nous le permettre. Le guide me semble une bonne option. Pour preuve les sourires béats qu'affichaient les touristes accompagnés de ce qui m'apparaissait presque comme une escorte. Ne voit aucune ironie dans ma phrase : alors que nous passions le plus clair de notre temps à batailler avec des curés sans complexes, des chauffeurs véreux ou autres, ces personnes coulaient tout simplement des jours heureux. D'un autre côté, prendre le bus en Ethiopie est une expérience unique. Tout comme le train, c'est un endroit privilégié pour y rencontrer des gens et discuter. Dommage de manquer ça !
A bientôt.
Effectivement mon but n'est pas de tomber dans le pathos : l'Ethiopie a aussi été l'occasion de vivre des moments forts. J'en parlerai.
Partir encadré ? Je ne peux aujourd'hui qu'être d'accord avec toi. Sans véhicule, beaucoup d'endroits vous sont inaccessibles et vouloir s'y rendre donne généralement lieu à des négociations interminables. Le hic : le prix. Nous n'étions que deux, nous ne pouvions pas nous le permettre. Le guide me semble une bonne option. Pour preuve les sourires béats qu'affichaient les touristes accompagnés de ce qui m'apparaissait presque comme une escorte. Ne voit aucune ironie dans ma phrase : alors que nous passions le plus clair de notre temps à batailler avec des curés sans complexes, des chauffeurs véreux ou autres, ces personnes coulaient tout simplement des jours heureux. D'un autre côté, prendre le bus en Ethiopie est une expérience unique. Tout comme le train, c'est un endroit privilégié pour y rencontrer des gens et discuter. Dommage de manquer ça !
A bientôt.
je suis d'accord avec toi je pense que les nords americains ne seraient pas surpirs par le mont saint michel quand on sait comment cela se passe a niagara!!!
lourde ou le guadaloupe, les marchands du temple sont topuhjour la!!!
et j'ais halucine quand, moi qui vient d'un endroit ou les chutes d'eau sont a tous les coins de montagne, de devoir payer pour en voire une qui en passant nn'avait strictement rien d'extraordinaire.
Eh oui, il y a (au moins) deux personnes à Bouyon qui apprécient l'Ethiopie.
C'est sans doute un peu grâce à moi.
Si tout va bien, il y en aura d'autres, mais je ne peux pas te promettre qu'ils iront tous sur les forums.
Merci de ta confiance
Voyager c'est rencontrer plus que voir.
Une autre vision sur http://cyclo-interrogation.net : la decouverte de l'éthiopie à vélo. Bonne lecture😉
"Le seul moyen de se débarrasser d'une tentation, c'est d'y ceder" O.W
Merci bozzo,
Je suis allé voir ce site. Comme quoi on peut parcourir l'Ethiopie en vélo sans se faire "caillasser".
En fin quelqu'un qui raconte ce qu'il a vécu sans généraliser, médire ni louer.
Ce voyageur dit bien l'ennui des troupes d'enfants qui t'entourent et comment les choses changent dès que tu leur "parles".
Il dit aussi les rencontres qu'il a pu faire.
Je conseille à tous d'aller jeter unoeil, particulièrement à sylvie57 qui envisage un voyage.
Je signale aussi un site sur le Danakil : cliquez ici
Salut à tous.
Voyager c'est rencontrer plus que voir.
II. Vers l'ouest ou comment on voyage en divertissante compagnie
Quatre heures que nous attendons sur le bord de la route. Autant dire que le stop a été un échec : pas la moindre voiture à l’horizon. Nous quittons Lalibela. Direction Bahar Dar. Vers l’ouest, à 300 kilomètres à vol d’oiseau. Notre tentative d’attraper un bus au petit matin s’est avérée vaine, il était archi comble. Des hommes et des femmes occupaient déjà l’allée. Ils allaient voyager debout. Contre une poignée de birrs, on nous a proposé de déloger des personnes… déjà assises ! Nous avons refusé. Quatre heures ! Nous sommes affalées sur nos bagages. A manger des gaufrettes garnies d’une improbable crème à la vanille. Dyron passe nous voir de temps en temps. Ce sympathique anglais qui vit à Amsterdam voyage en solo. Il arrive d’Awasa, au sud d’Addis. Il règne dans cette ville un climat d’insécurité manifeste selon lui. Après l’assassinat d’une touriste, s’y sentant trop mal, il a préféré partir et remonter vers le nord. Débarque aussi, allez savoir d’où, un chauffeur. " 3000 birrs pour aller jusqu’à Bahar Dar " annonce hardiment ce dernier. 3000 birrs ! notre bonhomme ne doute de rien. Avec une telle somme, vous faites des allers-retours en avion toute la journée si ça vous chante. Sa proposition est tellement absurde que nous éclatons de rire. Tellement grotesque que nous n’essayons même pas de discuter.
Approche enfin un providentiel véhicule : un camion. A l’arrière, pas mal de monde, des marchandises, des plaques de tôle… Il ne va pas jusqu’à Bahar Dar mais s’arrête à Gashena. Gashena se trouve sur la " route chinoise " qui traverse les hauts-plateaux d’est en ouest. De là, nous devrions trouver un véhicule pour Bahar Dar. Nous grimpons… et c’est parti. Ciao Lalibela ! Lalibela ciao… oui " ciao ", insolite façon de se dire au revoir au fin fond de l’Afrique mais oh combien entendue dans ce bout d’Ethiopie. Patente réminiscence, tout comme les macaronis sauce tomate, d’une époque révolue etici haïe où un Duce assurément mégalo proclamait la naissance d’une " Africa Orientale Italiana ". Qu’il rêvait d’avoir à sa botte.
Notre apparition a suscité la stupéfaction. Deux farengi* dans le camion ! Il est vrai que l’essentiel des étrangers arrivent et donc repartent de Lalibela en 4X4 ou en avion. Plus rarement en bus.Deux occidentales qui circulent ainsi est sûrement des plus inhabituels. Tout le monde nous observe… naturellement surpris. Je regarde moi aussi mes nouveaux compagnons de route. Ce monsieur qui ramène une petite voiture en plastique multicolore pour, je présume, son petit garçon.Il n’arrête pas de la sortir de sa sacoche, de la tourner dans tous les sens. Il semble ravi.Ce jeune couple, leur tout petit bébé et leur quantité impressionnante de baluchons. Cette dame trop bien habillée.Ce vieux couple qui passé la phase d’étonnement nous sourit.Et beaucoup d’autres… que ma mémoire n’a pas intégrés.
Et puis eux… Eux, ce sont ces deux types.Ils ont une vingtaine d’années. Ils ont l’air un peu défaits.Alors qu’ils nous tournaient d’abord le dos, ils ont opéré un demi-touret se sont installés face à nous. Bien en face. Ils nous dévisagent de façon insolente. Leur attitude est suffisamment explicite, ce n’est pas causer qui les intéresse. Nous sommes mal à l’aise.L’atmosphère devient subitement très lourde. Celui qui me fait face me fixe… pas vraiment dans les yeux.Mes yeux justement, je ne sais plus où les poser. Je vise le ciel, mes chaussures, les paysages… grandioses comme d’habitude. Enfin partout sauf devant moi.Son regard en dit long. Je n’ai qu’une envie, lui coller des baffes. " Deux femmes seules ! Ca risque d’être compliqué " m’avait avertie un éthiopisant forumiste. Ca l’a été. A Debré Sina, un individu doté d’un sens inné de la formule était même allé jusqu’à dire à une Sylvie devenue blême qu’il aurait bien fait d’elle son quatre heures " but after a blood exam ". Propos brutal et insultant. L’allusion était sans équivoque.
Mais revenons à nos deux loustics. Mon nouveau boyfriend se lève brusquement, se penche à l’extérieur… et vomit. Bientôt imité par son acolyte.Se rasseyant, ils préfèrent nous tourner le dos… cruellement mortifiés. Ca vous apprendra à mater les filles !Ces deux là auraient-ils le mal des transports ? Non ! nos deux amis avaient tout simplement la gueule de bois.Malheureusement pour eux, leurs estomacs indubitablement malmenés par les incessantes secousses du véhicule, avaient décidé à plusieurs reprises de se venger d’une trop évidente orgie éthylique. Car comme partout dans le monde, une certaine jeunesse éthiopienne picole et se défonce. On se saoule surtout à la bière. A Lalibela, j’avais goûté le tej, une sorte d’hydromel au goût très particulier. Le tej vous décoiffe, j’en ai fait l’expérience.On se galvanise au khat, l’arbuste roi dont on mâche les feuilles des heures durant. A voir la quantité de sacs remplis d’or vert qui se baladent de mains en mains, il semblerait que l’on en fasse ici une consommation prodigieuse.
Après plus de deux heures de route apparaissent enfin les premières maisons de Gashena. L’engin s’arrête. Les deux compères descendent. S’assoient péniblement dans l’herbe, la tête entre leurs mains. Très mal en point, ils resteront ainsi un long moment. C’est clair, le trajet a été pour eux un véritable calvaire. Quant à moi, je ne le savais pas encore mais j’allais embarquer pour une expédition que je n’oublierais pas de sitôt.
* Terme communément employé pour désigner le "blanc"
Quatre heures que nous attendons sur le bord de la route. Autant dire que le stop a été un échec : pas la moindre voiture à l’horizon. Nous quittons Lalibela. Direction Bahar Dar. Vers l’ouest, à 300 kilomètres à vol d’oiseau. Notre tentative d’attraper un bus au petit matin s’est avérée vaine, il était archi comble. Des hommes et des femmes occupaient déjà l’allée. Ils allaient voyager debout. Contre une poignée de birrs, on nous a proposé de déloger des personnes… déjà assises ! Nous avons refusé. Quatre heures ! Nous sommes affalées sur nos bagages. A manger des gaufrettes garnies d’une improbable crème à la vanille. Dyron passe nous voir de temps en temps. Ce sympathique anglais qui vit à Amsterdam voyage en solo. Il arrive d’Awasa, au sud d’Addis. Il règne dans cette ville un climat d’insécurité manifeste selon lui. Après l’assassinat d’une touriste, s’y sentant trop mal, il a préféré partir et remonter vers le nord. Débarque aussi, allez savoir d’où, un chauffeur. " 3000 birrs pour aller jusqu’à Bahar Dar " annonce hardiment ce dernier. 3000 birrs ! notre bonhomme ne doute de rien. Avec une telle somme, vous faites des allers-retours en avion toute la journée si ça vous chante. Sa proposition est tellement absurde que nous éclatons de rire. Tellement grotesque que nous n’essayons même pas de discuter.
Approche enfin un providentiel véhicule : un camion. A l’arrière, pas mal de monde, des marchandises, des plaques de tôle… Il ne va pas jusqu’à Bahar Dar mais s’arrête à Gashena. Gashena se trouve sur la " route chinoise " qui traverse les hauts-plateaux d’est en ouest. De là, nous devrions trouver un véhicule pour Bahar Dar. Nous grimpons… et c’est parti. Ciao Lalibela ! Lalibela ciao… oui " ciao ", insolite façon de se dire au revoir au fin fond de l’Afrique mais oh combien entendue dans ce bout d’Ethiopie. Patente réminiscence, tout comme les macaronis sauce tomate, d’une époque révolue etici haïe où un Duce assurément mégalo proclamait la naissance d’une " Africa Orientale Italiana ". Qu’il rêvait d’avoir à sa botte.
Notre apparition a suscité la stupéfaction. Deux farengi* dans le camion ! Il est vrai que l’essentiel des étrangers arrivent et donc repartent de Lalibela en 4X4 ou en avion. Plus rarement en bus.Deux occidentales qui circulent ainsi est sûrement des plus inhabituels. Tout le monde nous observe… naturellement surpris. Je regarde moi aussi mes nouveaux compagnons de route. Ce monsieur qui ramène une petite voiture en plastique multicolore pour, je présume, son petit garçon.Il n’arrête pas de la sortir de sa sacoche, de la tourner dans tous les sens. Il semble ravi.Ce jeune couple, leur tout petit bébé et leur quantité impressionnante de baluchons. Cette dame trop bien habillée.Ce vieux couple qui passé la phase d’étonnement nous sourit.Et beaucoup d’autres… que ma mémoire n’a pas intégrés.
Et puis eux… Eux, ce sont ces deux types.Ils ont une vingtaine d’années. Ils ont l’air un peu défaits.Alors qu’ils nous tournaient d’abord le dos, ils ont opéré un demi-touret se sont installés face à nous. Bien en face. Ils nous dévisagent de façon insolente. Leur attitude est suffisamment explicite, ce n’est pas causer qui les intéresse. Nous sommes mal à l’aise.L’atmosphère devient subitement très lourde. Celui qui me fait face me fixe… pas vraiment dans les yeux.Mes yeux justement, je ne sais plus où les poser. Je vise le ciel, mes chaussures, les paysages… grandioses comme d’habitude. Enfin partout sauf devant moi.Son regard en dit long. Je n’ai qu’une envie, lui coller des baffes. " Deux femmes seules ! Ca risque d’être compliqué " m’avait avertie un éthiopisant forumiste. Ca l’a été. A Debré Sina, un individu doté d’un sens inné de la formule était même allé jusqu’à dire à une Sylvie devenue blême qu’il aurait bien fait d’elle son quatre heures " but after a blood exam ". Propos brutal et insultant. L’allusion était sans équivoque.
Mais revenons à nos deux loustics. Mon nouveau boyfriend se lève brusquement, se penche à l’extérieur… et vomit. Bientôt imité par son acolyte.Se rasseyant, ils préfèrent nous tourner le dos… cruellement mortifiés. Ca vous apprendra à mater les filles !Ces deux là auraient-ils le mal des transports ? Non ! nos deux amis avaient tout simplement la gueule de bois.Malheureusement pour eux, leurs estomacs indubitablement malmenés par les incessantes secousses du véhicule, avaient décidé à plusieurs reprises de se venger d’une trop évidente orgie éthylique. Car comme partout dans le monde, une certaine jeunesse éthiopienne picole et se défonce. On se saoule surtout à la bière. A Lalibela, j’avais goûté le tej, une sorte d’hydromel au goût très particulier. Le tej vous décoiffe, j’en ai fait l’expérience.On se galvanise au khat, l’arbuste roi dont on mâche les feuilles des heures durant. A voir la quantité de sacs remplis d’or vert qui se baladent de mains en mains, il semblerait que l’on en fasse ici une consommation prodigieuse.
Après plus de deux heures de route apparaissent enfin les premières maisons de Gashena. L’engin s’arrête. Les deux compères descendent. S’assoient péniblement dans l’herbe, la tête entre leurs mains. Très mal en point, ils resteront ainsi un long moment. C’est clair, le trajet a été pour eux un véritable calvaire. Quant à moi, je ne le savais pas encore mais j’allais embarquer pour une expédition que je n’oublierais pas de sitôt.
* Terme communément employé pour désigner le "blanc"
Pourquoi ces textes ne figurent-ils pas dans "Carnets de voyage" ?
Ils sont effectivement le récit d'une aventure pas ordinaire : "Deux filles en Ethiopie", c'est vraiment une expérience hors de mes possibilités et je te lis avec beaucoup d'attention. J'attends la suite du voyage !
Ils sont effectivement le récit d'une aventure pas ordinaire : "Deux filles en Ethiopie", c'est vraiment une expérience hors de mes possibilités et je te lis avec beaucoup d'attention. J'attends la suite du voyage !
Fabricia -
Comme une eau, le monde vous traverse et pour un temps vous prête ses couleurs... ("L'Usage du Monde" - Nicolas Bouvier)
🙂 ..... Ne sois pas si pessimiste Fabricia, je te vois trés bien bravant toutes ces difficultés droite et fière dans une robe de mousseline flottant légèrement au vent, avec ce petit mouchoir de dentelle pour t'éponger le front et essayer d'enrayer l'assaut des odeurs pestilentielles ....... 😉, non, non, je ne fantasme pas, je t'y vois trés bien .........
Sylvie57 j'adore ton récit autre que bienséant sur ces conditions de voyage, et moi qui vais rater un voyage en Ethiopie prochainement, je te lis avec passion et admiration ....... subjugation même peut être ...... !
Je pense que la modération va repasser ce carnet à sa place ....... 🤪
Sylvie57 j'adore ton récit autre que bienséant sur ces conditions de voyage, et moi qui vais rater un voyage en Ethiopie prochainement, je te lis avec passion et admiration ....... subjugation même peut être ...... !
Je pense que la modération va repasser ce carnet à sa place ....... 🤪
😉 ... Tu dois me confondre avec un fantôme rencontré dans un vieux chateau écossais !
Robe de mousseline et mouchoir de dentelle, c'est pas du tout ma tenue, même pour un raid en Ethiopie 😏
Je suis baba en lisant Sylvie...
Je suis baba en lisant Sylvie...
Fabricia -
Comme une eau, le monde vous traverse et pour un temps vous prête ses couleurs... ("L'Usage du Monde" - Nicolas Bouvier)
Moi aussi je bois tes paroles. Superbe récit!
Mais juste un reproche: est-il vraiment nécessaire de devoir attendre une semaine entre chaque épisode? 😉
Mais juste un reproche: est-il vraiment nécessaire de devoir attendre une semaine entre chaque épisode? 😉
Merci à vous trois. 🙂
Concernant la fréquence du postage, ça devrait aller plus vite à partir de jeudi. Vacances ! Je rédige les chapitres au fur et à mesure. La suite du récit n'existe pour l'instant qu'à l'état de notes. Impossible d'écrire une ligne cette semaine. Trop fatiguée. Le boulot...
Concernant la fréquence du postage, ça devrait aller plus vite à partir de jeudi. Vacances ! Je rédige les chapitres au fur et à mesure. La suite du récit n'existe pour l'instant qu'à l'état de notes. Impossible d'écrire une ligne cette semaine. Trop fatiguée. Le boulot...
Bon, je m'ajoute aussi à la liste de ceux qui attendent la suite avec impatience ! Depuis le temps que je l'attendais ce récit...
Comme Fabricia, je vote pour qu'il retrouve sa place dans les "carnets de voyages".
Faut-il lancer un pétition ??
Merci Sylvie 🙂
Merci Sylvie 🙂
Phil
Voyages du bout de mon pinceau...
Merci pour ce récit dont on attend la suite avec impatience. Je suis juste étonné que personne n’ait remarqué le jeu de mots « Lalibela ciao ».Cette référence musicale discrète à la colonisation italienne était plus que drôle. J’en ris encore d’ailleurs.
Vivement la suite ! Les prêtres vont-ils faire un retour ? Quel suspense !
Il me semblait que Bella Ciao était un chant de la résistance au contraire, mais je peux me tromper. En tout cas le jeu de mots m'avait effectivement échappé. Avec les gens lents à la comprenette comme moi, il vaut mieux souligner ce genre d'exploit plusieurs fois et mettre des smileys. 😊
"Bella Ciao" est bien un chant de résistants italiens datant de 1943. Je vous donne un site proposant une traduction de ce beau chant plein d'espoir.http://www.mjs33.net/chants.php
Je pense que SYlvie57 a voulu mettre en relation Ethiopie et Italie à travers ce chant. Mais il est vrai que ce jeu de mots était bien caché.
La référence à Claude Levi-Strauss, bien que plus visible, avait une certaine élégance pour ne pas dire une élégance certaine.
Siempre la revolucion!
Bon, ben, le v'la revenu à sa place dans la bonne rubrique : Carnets de voyage, textes de voyageurs où il est bien mieux 🙂
Superbe. Comme les autres je me régale à te lire et j'admire le courage, qu'il à fallu pour réaliser ce voyage, et qu'il faut pour ne pas écrire un récit consensuel et neutre . Merci .
Superbe. Comme les autres je me régale à te lire et j'admire le courage, qu'il à fallu pour réaliser ce voyage, et qu'il faut pour ne pas écrire un récit consensuel et neutre . Merci .
Catherine
" La lucidité est la blessure la plus proche du soleil" René Char
http://www.catherinegil.com
http://www.catherinegil.com
En Ethiopie, pour avoir un peu pratiqué le pays, on prend les touristes pour des poires .... seulement quand ils le sont. 300 bihrs pour de la lumiere tu m etonnes qu ils soient contents de voir debarquer des farenjis en short et en nikkon, pres à debourser des sommes incroyables pour le plaisir de prendre quelques photos qui, une fois rentré, épatreront leurs amis.
La naivete dont tu as fait preuve Sylvie est assez déconcertante. Donner des sommes aussi disproportionnées par rapport au niveau de vie locale est une erreur de débutants aux consequences à long terme. Si on t a demandé autant c est probablement parc' qu un nigaud a du precedemment donne la meme somme. Et toi, en leur donnant tu as alimenté le systeme. Et ils ont du refaire le coup dix minutes apres votre départ. Ils ont du bien se marrer en voyant vos mines deconfites. Reporter la faute sur les pretres est également une erreur car si faute il y a elle vient de toi, pas d' eux
La majorite des ethiopiens considerent les touristes comme des banques sur pattes parce que souvent les touristes se comportent comme des banques. Ce qui est ecoeurant c est que les touristes ne comprennent pas le role qu ils jouent pour les futurs touristes. Ce manque de reflexion prealable est navrant. Au debut j ai cru que les locaux avaient besoin d etre eduque vis a vis des touristes. Aujourd hui je pense que les touristes en au moins autant besoin.
Refuser car le prix est prohibitif est parfois un acte assez difficile, je le concois, surtout quand on a fait 1000 bornes pour acceder à un site. Mais il ne faut jamais oublier que sa frustation personnelle peut etre benefique pour le pays. Alors quand je me suis retrouve dans ce genre de situation, j ai refusé, remercié, caché ma deception derriere un large sourire, serré la main du "voleur", et tourne les talons avec le sentiment que c etait mieux pour moi, pour lui, pour les futurs touristes et pour l ethiopie.
L'Ethiopie est une perle qui apprend le tourisme. A chaque touriste d être un peu pédagogue.
La naivete dont tu as fait preuve Sylvie est assez déconcertante. Donner des sommes aussi disproportionnées par rapport au niveau de vie locale est une erreur de débutants aux consequences à long terme. Si on t a demandé autant c est probablement parc' qu un nigaud a du precedemment donne la meme somme. Et toi, en leur donnant tu as alimenté le systeme. Et ils ont du refaire le coup dix minutes apres votre départ. Ils ont du bien se marrer en voyant vos mines deconfites. Reporter la faute sur les pretres est également une erreur car si faute il y a elle vient de toi, pas d' eux
La majorite des ethiopiens considerent les touristes comme des banques sur pattes parce que souvent les touristes se comportent comme des banques. Ce qui est ecoeurant c est que les touristes ne comprennent pas le role qu ils jouent pour les futurs touristes. Ce manque de reflexion prealable est navrant. Au debut j ai cru que les locaux avaient besoin d etre eduque vis a vis des touristes. Aujourd hui je pense que les touristes en au moins autant besoin.
Refuser car le prix est prohibitif est parfois un acte assez difficile, je le concois, surtout quand on a fait 1000 bornes pour acceder à un site. Mais il ne faut jamais oublier que sa frustation personnelle peut etre benefique pour le pays. Alors quand je me suis retrouve dans ce genre de situation, j ai refusé, remercié, caché ma deception derriere un large sourire, serré la main du "voleur", et tourne les talons avec le sentiment que c etait mieux pour moi, pour lui, pour les futurs touristes et pour l ethiopie.
L'Ethiopie est une perle qui apprend le tourisme. A chaque touriste d être un peu pédagogue.
😎 Je voudrais pas m'immiscer mais..... j'ai comme l'impression que tu as mal lu le récit de Sylvie trop pressé que tu étais de la traiter de poire et de nous faire profiter de tes leçons de " maître es tourisme " .
Les 300 machins trucs c'était le prix de la visite pour je ne sais plus quatre ou cinq personnes et la lumière justement, ils ne l'ont pas payée.
Les 300 machins trucs c'était le prix de la visite pour je ne sais plus quatre ou cinq personnes et la lumière justement, ils ne l'ont pas payée.
Catherine
" La lucidité est la blessure la plus proche du soleil" René Char
http://www.catherinegil.com
http://www.catherinegil.com
Je constate que tu t’es inscrit sur ce site aujourd’hui afin de poster ce message. Je me dois donc de te répondre. Même si, puisque tu as tout lu de travers donc rien compris, je ne me sens pas trop concernée par ton réquisitoire.
Tout d’abord, comme le dit Catherine (que je remercie, elle a été plus prompte que moi), les 300 birrs annoncés représentent le droit d’entrée pour six personnes. Les 5 euros déboursés par chacun, tout comme les 10 euros que tu donnes en échange du billet qui te permet d’accéder aux 11 églises de Lalibela, correspondent il me semble au tarif officiel. C’est du moins ce qui est écrit dans les guides (ainsi qu’au guichet à Lalibela). C’est un prix élevé mais tous les étrangers doivent s’en acquitter. Pas toi ? A te lire, tu sembles il est vrai bien plus malin et plus avisé que la moyenne… Pour répondre à ta grande tirade sur l’éducation du touriste qui se rend en Ethiopie. Ne te bile pas, on ne t’a pas attendu pour distiller ce genre de conseils. Sur certains dépliants touristiques (et peut-être ailleurs), on incite en effet les étrangers à avoir un comportement responsable. Je trouve que c’est une bonne initiative. Je doute toutefois qu’elle porte ses fruits. Me concernant (puisque tu m’accuses non ?), sache que je n’ai pas pour habitude de distribuer mon fric. Où que ce soit. La misère m’émeut, c’est sûr. Seulement je ne suis pas suffisamment naïve pour imaginer qu’en leur donnant mes birrs je vais les aider.
PS : je ne porte jamais de short...
Tout d’abord, comme le dit Catherine (que je remercie, elle a été plus prompte que moi), les 300 birrs annoncés représentent le droit d’entrée pour six personnes. Les 5 euros déboursés par chacun, tout comme les 10 euros que tu donnes en échange du billet qui te permet d’accéder aux 11 églises de Lalibela, correspondent il me semble au tarif officiel. C’est du moins ce qui est écrit dans les guides (ainsi qu’au guichet à Lalibela). C’est un prix élevé mais tous les étrangers doivent s’en acquitter. Pas toi ? A te lire, tu sembles il est vrai bien plus malin et plus avisé que la moyenne… Pour répondre à ta grande tirade sur l’éducation du touriste qui se rend en Ethiopie. Ne te bile pas, on ne t’a pas attendu pour distiller ce genre de conseils. Sur certains dépliants touristiques (et peut-être ailleurs), on incite en effet les étrangers à avoir un comportement responsable. Je trouve que c’est une bonne initiative. Je doute toutefois qu’elle porte ses fruits. Me concernant (puisque tu m’accuses non ?), sache que je n’ai pas pour habitude de distribuer mon fric. Où que ce soit. La misère m’émeut, c’est sûr. Seulement je ne suis pas suffisamment naïve pour imaginer qu’en leur donnant mes birrs je vais les aider.
PS : je ne porte jamais de short...
III. La route chinoise ou comment on bourlingue dans un bus qui vole
Autant quitter Lalibela avait été laborieux, autant décamper de Gashena s'est avéré élémentaire. Le village de Gashena n'est qu'un carrefour. Constitué de quelques habitations au demeurant assez quelconques, l'endroit ne vous incite nullement à vouloir vous y attarder. Il n'y a rien… absolument rien. Rien à voir. Rien à faire.Valérie et moi dénichons l'unique gargote du village.Valérie, c’est ma grande copine. Anthropologue, comme beaucoup de ses pairs elle rêvait de l'Ethiopie depuis des années.Après seulement une heure d'attente à avaler des cafés, arrive un bus. Un gros bus. Il va à Bahar Dar. Il est déjà plein mais cette fois nous n'avons pas le choix. Ne pas le prendre signifie passer la nuit à Gashena.Nous n'en avons pas la possibilité : le village ne semble pas offrir le moindre hébergement.Ca tombe plutôt bien, nous n'en avons pas l'envie non plus.
Nos sacs à dos sont hissés sur le toit. Nous trouvons tant bien que mal deux mini places, tout au fond.Quand je réalise que j'ai oublié mon second bagage à l'avant du véhicule. L'allée pleine de sacs, de caisses, de paille aussi, est impraticable. La seule solution qui se présente à moi est de ressortir par la porte arrière. Mais le bus démarre. Si lentement que, nigaude, j'estime que je peux sauter par la porte encore ouverte. Je sens que ça claque dans mon mollet gauche. Ce qu'il advient ensuite est assez confus. Je crois entendre qu'un peu plus loin, à l'intérieur du bus, ça s'agite. On crie aussi peut-être. Le bus s'immobilise. J'ignore comment je récupère mon sac et par quel moyen je regagne ma place. Ce que je sais c'est qu'une douleur lancinante qui ne me quittera pas pendant plusieurs jours m'interdit de poser le pied par terre. Nous pouvons enfin partir. Pour un trajet qui promet d'être long. Et turbulent. " Ca va ? Tu es blanche comme un linge. " me demande Valérie inquiète. Non ça ne va pas fort. Je serre les dents.
La route chinoise doit son nom à la contribution financière apportée par l'Empire du Milieu lors de sa construction. Très pratique, elle permet la jonction entre les deux grands axes routiers nord-sud. D'après mon guide, nous avions déjà parcouru près de 900 kilomètres sur les routes éthiopiennes. Toutes étaient certes en mauvais état mais celle-ci décroche assurément la palme. Pour tout dire, le terme de " route " ne lui convient guère. Il tiendrait même plutôt du concept. La route chinoise n'est en fait que cailloux et nids-de-poules.Notre chauffeur, comme pris par un besoin urgent… celui d'arriver à destination, roule vite. Très vite. Ca secoue ! C'est alors qu'heurtant un des nombreux terre-pleins qui parsèment la route, le bus comme propulsé… décolle. Lorsqu'il touche à nouveau le sol dans un vacarme épouvantable, de ma place je peux voir mes prochains être projetés en l'air sur plusieurs dizaines de centimètres. Je subis d'ailleurs le même sort. Soucieux de ne pas contrarier Newton, nous nous écrasons tous sur nos sièges comme de lourdes masses. Le choc est rude.Ma colonne est en vrille sans compter ma jambe malade qui heurte brutalement le sol. Tout ne dure que quelques secondes durant lesquelles Valérie et moi hurlons.D'effroi plus que de douleur.L'ensemble des passagers se retourne. Ils sont hilares. Nous sommes mortes de peur…eux, sont morts de rire. Une question d'habitude.La recette pour éviter une désarticulation certaine est de ne jamais adhérer au sol nous explique-t-on.Votre corps catapulté au complet opère ainsi une réception moins fracassante. Cette précision sur comment s'asseoir dans un autocar spasmodique signifie-t-elle que cette première cascade n'est qu'un baptême, un exercice d'entraînement ? Nous découvrirons très vite que oui. Pendant près de 200 kilomètres, notre véhicule aux prises avec la route cabossée fera de nombreux décollages.Bien dure épreuve pour mes lombaires et pour ma jambe qui, ne connaissant pas de répit, me fait souffrir.
A ma droite est assise une petite fille âgée de dix ans tout au plus. Toute fluette, elle valdingue dans tous les sens. Elle tremble comme une feuille et s'agrippe à moi. Bien piètre réconfort puisque de toute façon j'ai aussi peur qu'elle sinon plus. Je tente de lui parler mais que lui dire quand de l'amharique, la langue la plus parlée ici, vous n'avez retenu que comment dire " merci " et " non " ? Sa maman est installée quelques rangées devant. Elle tient un bébé dans ses bras. Les chocs sont d'une violence inouïe et bien entendu, totalement imprévisibles. Un mauvais coup pourrait être funeste pour le nourrisson.Ca ne semble toutefois pas inquiéter la maman outre mesure. Fort détendue, la dame a entamé une conversation avec son voisin et à la voir babiller gaiement, j'en déduis que les sursauts de l'engin l'incommodent à peine. Curieux éthiopiens qui paraissent ne s'alarmer de rien.
Il était écrit quelque part que ce voyage devait être mouvementé. Quelqu'un l'avait incontestablement décidé. De ce fait, entre deux vols planés, je perçois une sensation très désagréable sur ma hanche. Une sensation que je commence à bien connaître : la morsure d'une puce. Moi… aux abois : - Des puces ! Il y a des puces dans le bus !! Valérie… pour l'instant épargnée : - Ne me dis pas qu'on en a emmenées avec nous ! Je le découvrirai dans ma chambre à Bahar Dar, j'en exportais bien via mes bagages.Assoupies jusqu'alors, la faim les avait sûrement réveillées.Des puces made in Lalibela où elles pullulent dans les innombrables tapis qui recouvrent le sol des églises.Particulièrement voraces, elles se jettent sans vergogne sur la blanche cheville du touriste en visite. Si votre conformation sanguine leur sied, vous êtes cuits.Ces bestioles sont une véritable engeance.Impossible de s'en débarrasser. Vous les tuez… qu'à cela ne tienne, elles sont fatalement supplées par des copines.Je ne vais tout de même pas sortir ma bombe de kill it ! Kill it, c'est l'insecticide autochtone. Mon épiderme étant strictement allergique à tout insecte piqueur ou mordeur, lui et moi on ne se quitte plus. Seulement kill it qui porte bien son nom est excessivement toxique. Il occit les puces… et vous par la même occasion. Vous avez beau aérer, rien n'y fait : kill it demeure.Vous êtes ainsi achevés par des relents de dichloro - diphényl - quelque chose... bref, des vapeurs nocives, en proie à d'épouvantables maux de têtes. Dans ce bus pris de convulsions, sans mon suicidaire mais efficace allié, je n'ai pas d'autre choix que de laisser les ogresses banqueter.
Tel un ruban, l’unique route sinue à n’en plus finir.Après chaque montagne, une nouvelle montagne. Nous grimpons… puis nous descendons. Pour encore grimper… et redescendre. Les hauts-plateaux m’évoquent un décor dantesque tant leur relief semble disloqué. Quel profond bouleversement tectonique avait pu dessiner ces belvédères cyclopéens et ces canyons vertigineux ? Le bus roule à tombeau ouvert, sautillant sur les lignes de crête qui pour certaines culminent à plus de 3000 m d'altitude, frôlant de dangereux à-pic.Arriverons-nous entières ? Arriverons-nous seulement ? Cette croisière apocalyptique à travers les montagnes a duré six heures… elle m'a paru s'étirer sur une éternité.
Mais voilà que nous redescendons vers la vallée. Les paysages changent. Ils sont beaucoup moins tourmentés. Tout en bas… une vision singulière. Egaré au beau milieu de la plaine se dresse, solitaire, un piton démesurément haut. Les hauts-plateaux sont pourtant déjà loin derrière nous.Ca me rappelle bizarrement King Kong et les vieux films de Tarzan. Un peu plus loin, le lac Tana… et le bitume."Une route ! une vraie route " je m'exclame, soulagée. Tout le monde fait volte-face et se marre.Nous aussi.Après des heures passées dans ce cercueil ambulant nous arrivons, éreintées, à Bahar Dar. Il fait nuit.
Autant quitter Lalibela avait été laborieux, autant décamper de Gashena s'est avéré élémentaire. Le village de Gashena n'est qu'un carrefour. Constitué de quelques habitations au demeurant assez quelconques, l'endroit ne vous incite nullement à vouloir vous y attarder. Il n'y a rien… absolument rien. Rien à voir. Rien à faire.Valérie et moi dénichons l'unique gargote du village.Valérie, c’est ma grande copine. Anthropologue, comme beaucoup de ses pairs elle rêvait de l'Ethiopie depuis des années.Après seulement une heure d'attente à avaler des cafés, arrive un bus. Un gros bus. Il va à Bahar Dar. Il est déjà plein mais cette fois nous n'avons pas le choix. Ne pas le prendre signifie passer la nuit à Gashena.Nous n'en avons pas la possibilité : le village ne semble pas offrir le moindre hébergement.Ca tombe plutôt bien, nous n'en avons pas l'envie non plus.
Nos sacs à dos sont hissés sur le toit. Nous trouvons tant bien que mal deux mini places, tout au fond.Quand je réalise que j'ai oublié mon second bagage à l'avant du véhicule. L'allée pleine de sacs, de caisses, de paille aussi, est impraticable. La seule solution qui se présente à moi est de ressortir par la porte arrière. Mais le bus démarre. Si lentement que, nigaude, j'estime que je peux sauter par la porte encore ouverte. Je sens que ça claque dans mon mollet gauche. Ce qu'il advient ensuite est assez confus. Je crois entendre qu'un peu plus loin, à l'intérieur du bus, ça s'agite. On crie aussi peut-être. Le bus s'immobilise. J'ignore comment je récupère mon sac et par quel moyen je regagne ma place. Ce que je sais c'est qu'une douleur lancinante qui ne me quittera pas pendant plusieurs jours m'interdit de poser le pied par terre. Nous pouvons enfin partir. Pour un trajet qui promet d'être long. Et turbulent. " Ca va ? Tu es blanche comme un linge. " me demande Valérie inquiète. Non ça ne va pas fort. Je serre les dents.
La route chinoise doit son nom à la contribution financière apportée par l'Empire du Milieu lors de sa construction. Très pratique, elle permet la jonction entre les deux grands axes routiers nord-sud. D'après mon guide, nous avions déjà parcouru près de 900 kilomètres sur les routes éthiopiennes. Toutes étaient certes en mauvais état mais celle-ci décroche assurément la palme. Pour tout dire, le terme de " route " ne lui convient guère. Il tiendrait même plutôt du concept. La route chinoise n'est en fait que cailloux et nids-de-poules.Notre chauffeur, comme pris par un besoin urgent… celui d'arriver à destination, roule vite. Très vite. Ca secoue ! C'est alors qu'heurtant un des nombreux terre-pleins qui parsèment la route, le bus comme propulsé… décolle. Lorsqu'il touche à nouveau le sol dans un vacarme épouvantable, de ma place je peux voir mes prochains être projetés en l'air sur plusieurs dizaines de centimètres. Je subis d'ailleurs le même sort. Soucieux de ne pas contrarier Newton, nous nous écrasons tous sur nos sièges comme de lourdes masses. Le choc est rude.Ma colonne est en vrille sans compter ma jambe malade qui heurte brutalement le sol. Tout ne dure que quelques secondes durant lesquelles Valérie et moi hurlons.D'effroi plus que de douleur.L'ensemble des passagers se retourne. Ils sont hilares. Nous sommes mortes de peur…eux, sont morts de rire. Une question d'habitude.La recette pour éviter une désarticulation certaine est de ne jamais adhérer au sol nous explique-t-on.Votre corps catapulté au complet opère ainsi une réception moins fracassante. Cette précision sur comment s'asseoir dans un autocar spasmodique signifie-t-elle que cette première cascade n'est qu'un baptême, un exercice d'entraînement ? Nous découvrirons très vite que oui. Pendant près de 200 kilomètres, notre véhicule aux prises avec la route cabossée fera de nombreux décollages.Bien dure épreuve pour mes lombaires et pour ma jambe qui, ne connaissant pas de répit, me fait souffrir.
A ma droite est assise une petite fille âgée de dix ans tout au plus. Toute fluette, elle valdingue dans tous les sens. Elle tremble comme une feuille et s'agrippe à moi. Bien piètre réconfort puisque de toute façon j'ai aussi peur qu'elle sinon plus. Je tente de lui parler mais que lui dire quand de l'amharique, la langue la plus parlée ici, vous n'avez retenu que comment dire " merci " et " non " ? Sa maman est installée quelques rangées devant. Elle tient un bébé dans ses bras. Les chocs sont d'une violence inouïe et bien entendu, totalement imprévisibles. Un mauvais coup pourrait être funeste pour le nourrisson.Ca ne semble toutefois pas inquiéter la maman outre mesure. Fort détendue, la dame a entamé une conversation avec son voisin et à la voir babiller gaiement, j'en déduis que les sursauts de l'engin l'incommodent à peine. Curieux éthiopiens qui paraissent ne s'alarmer de rien.
Il était écrit quelque part que ce voyage devait être mouvementé. Quelqu'un l'avait incontestablement décidé. De ce fait, entre deux vols planés, je perçois une sensation très désagréable sur ma hanche. Une sensation que je commence à bien connaître : la morsure d'une puce. Moi… aux abois : - Des puces ! Il y a des puces dans le bus !! Valérie… pour l'instant épargnée : - Ne me dis pas qu'on en a emmenées avec nous ! Je le découvrirai dans ma chambre à Bahar Dar, j'en exportais bien via mes bagages.Assoupies jusqu'alors, la faim les avait sûrement réveillées.Des puces made in Lalibela où elles pullulent dans les innombrables tapis qui recouvrent le sol des églises.Particulièrement voraces, elles se jettent sans vergogne sur la blanche cheville du touriste en visite. Si votre conformation sanguine leur sied, vous êtes cuits.Ces bestioles sont une véritable engeance.Impossible de s'en débarrasser. Vous les tuez… qu'à cela ne tienne, elles sont fatalement supplées par des copines.Je ne vais tout de même pas sortir ma bombe de kill it ! Kill it, c'est l'insecticide autochtone. Mon épiderme étant strictement allergique à tout insecte piqueur ou mordeur, lui et moi on ne se quitte plus. Seulement kill it qui porte bien son nom est excessivement toxique. Il occit les puces… et vous par la même occasion. Vous avez beau aérer, rien n'y fait : kill it demeure.Vous êtes ainsi achevés par des relents de dichloro - diphényl - quelque chose... bref, des vapeurs nocives, en proie à d'épouvantables maux de têtes. Dans ce bus pris de convulsions, sans mon suicidaire mais efficace allié, je n'ai pas d'autre choix que de laisser les ogresses banqueter.
Tel un ruban, l’unique route sinue à n’en plus finir.Après chaque montagne, une nouvelle montagne. Nous grimpons… puis nous descendons. Pour encore grimper… et redescendre. Les hauts-plateaux m’évoquent un décor dantesque tant leur relief semble disloqué. Quel profond bouleversement tectonique avait pu dessiner ces belvédères cyclopéens et ces canyons vertigineux ? Le bus roule à tombeau ouvert, sautillant sur les lignes de crête qui pour certaines culminent à plus de 3000 m d'altitude, frôlant de dangereux à-pic.Arriverons-nous entières ? Arriverons-nous seulement ? Cette croisière apocalyptique à travers les montagnes a duré six heures… elle m'a paru s'étirer sur une éternité.
Mais voilà que nous redescendons vers la vallée. Les paysages changent. Ils sont beaucoup moins tourmentés. Tout en bas… une vision singulière. Egaré au beau milieu de la plaine se dresse, solitaire, un piton démesurément haut. Les hauts-plateaux sont pourtant déjà loin derrière nous.Ca me rappelle bizarrement King Kong et les vieux films de Tarzan. Un peu plus loin, le lac Tana… et le bitume."Une route ! une vraie route " je m'exclame, soulagée. Tout le monde fait volte-face et se marre.Nous aussi.Après des heures passées dans ce cercueil ambulant nous arrivons, éreintées, à Bahar Dar. Il fait nuit.
Brrrrrr, rien ne vaut un bon fauteuil bien stable pour apprécier ce genre de récit. 🙂 Et cette douleur à la jambe, tu as trouvé d'où ça venait?
moi aussi, l'éthiopie par sa culture, ses paysages me fascinent, je n'y suis encore pas allée, j'attends avec impatience ton périple et j'aime cette franchise.
beaucoup trop de personnes disent tjs que leur voyage fut du "nickel chrome" et je suis bien d'accord sur le fait que les fausses notes existent . souvenons nous que Les Poussins dans leur périple ont essuyé des crachas et violence en Ethiopie.
😮... Allo, Sylvie ?
Serait-il possible d'avoir le chapitre suivant ?
Signé : une lectrice impatiente.
Serait-il possible d'avoir le chapitre suivant ?
Signé : une lectrice impatiente.
Fabricia -
Comme une eau, le monde vous traverse et pour un temps vous prête ses couleurs... ("L'Usage du Monde" - Nicolas Bouvier)
Oui il y a des voyages galère(s). Celui-ci l'a été. Et c'est la première fois en ce qui me concerne.
C'est marrant cette référence aux Poussin. Elle est récurrente dans les discussions qui portent sur l'Ethiopie. Je dois t'avouer que je n'ai pas lu ce passage... ils n'ont pas réussi à m'emmener plus loin que le Lesotho 😊.
Dis-moi Critou la Lorraine, crois-tu que le soleil va finir par se lever sur le pays de la quiche ? 😏
C'est marrant cette référence aux Poussin. Elle est récurrente dans les discussions qui portent sur l'Ethiopie. Je dois t'avouer que je n'ai pas lu ce passage... ils n'ont pas réussi à m'emmener plus loin que le Lesotho 😊.
Dis-moi Critou la Lorraine, crois-tu que le soleil va finir par se lever sur le pays de la quiche ? 😏
🙂 Merci, Sylvie.
A bientôt...
Fabricia -
Comme une eau, le monde vous traverse et pour un temps vous prête ses couleurs... ("L'Usage du Monde" - Nicolas Bouvier)
Je ne sais si c'est a cause de la mésaventure à Lalibela, mais j'ai l'impression que tu as vu "NOIR" tt au long de ton voyage.
Tu prétends qu'il n'y a rien a voir à Gashena certes mais pendant ta pause café d'1 heure as tu pris le temps de discuter, d'échanger avec les habitants. Peut-être que pour toi voyage signifie seulement vistes de monuments et sites. Tu aurais pu peut-êtres passer la nuit a Gashena si tu t'étais adressée au chef du village. Non ? J'en suis sur il t'aurait trouvé un hébergement. Il oublit souvent de mettre une pancarte "hotel" ou "auberge de jeunesse".
L'Ethiopie a fais d'énorme progres et a mit des moyens au nivaux routier. Bien évidement il y a encore du boulot. Comme la majorité des pays d'Afrique, il y a des routes et des chemins cabossés. C'est vraiment étrange que tu ne sois pas au courant! T'es tu bien renseignes avant de partir ?
Tu t'étonnes que les éthiopiens ne s'alarment de rien. Tu veux qu'ils ralent parce qu'ils n'ont pas de place attribuer, la clim, et des attaches poucettes....Comme tu le dis bien ils sont habitués.(ils ne pouvent malheureusement pas faire autrement).
J'ai l'impression que tu critiques et devisage chaques ethiopiens dt tu apercois.
Tu l'as fortement dit et répeter ce voyage en bus était désagreable. Tu as eu droit en plus à des douleurs aux genoux et autres parties du corps et des puces sur la cerise du gateaux. C'est quand m^me regretable et decevant que tu n'as pas contempler, admirer pendant ces 6 longues heures de trajet les magnigiques paysages d'ethiopie.
Je crois que ce voyage en bus t'as été porteur finalement. Je suppose que tu comprends maintenant les prix excessifs de nos cher péages. Lors des greves tu es surement détendue lors des attentes et de l'entassement dans les transports collectif. Grâce a ce voyage? tu as probalement trouver la Zen Attitude, tu es une veinarde(alors que tout le monde râle, bizarre!)
Tu es devenue dorénavant une aventurière, une VOYAGEUSE
J'attends comme certains internautes la suite des événements de ton voyage. D'apres le titre de ton message je suppose que tu vas continuer sur cette voie. Il me tarde tout de même le moment ou tu relateras les bons et forts moment(positif) de l'Ethiopie( bien evidement si tu en as vécu).
a bientôt
a bientôt
Je rentre de voyage et j'ai repris contact avec tes textes.
Bravo.
J'ai l'impression que lorsque j'ai écrit quelque chose sur le site proposé par un autre voyageur (parcours en vélo), tu as pris cela comme une critique de ton propre récit...je me suis mal exprimé.
Je trouve ton récit tout à fait intéressant. Ce que j'apprécie c'est qu'il est personnel et, justement, ne tombe pas dans les généralisations hâtives. Tu dis ce que tu as vécu et comment tu l'as vécu et j'aime ça.
Ne t'inquiètes pas trop des "critiques", si tu te promène sur les forums de voyages tu verras que j'en ai subit pas mal aussi.
Il se trouve que je connais un peu l'Ethiopie, que j'aime beaucoup ce pays, que je ne cesse de l'apprendre et que je résiste mal à l'envie de répondre quand je tombe sur des gens qui en disent n'importe quoi (évidemment négatif) après y être resté 1 ou 2 (voire 3) semaines.
Comme beaucoup d'autres, j'attends la suite...particulièrement ce que tu nous dira du sud de la vallée de l'Omo.
@+ 😉
Voyager c'est rencontrer plus que voir.
Je suis à 3 mois de mon départ pour l'Ethiopie avec un colègue et c'est avec grande attention que je suis toutes les discussions sur ce pays qui m'attire depuis plusieures années ( ce n'est pas le reportage de Hullot qui nous a décidés ) J'attends aussi la suite de ton récit Sylvie ...
Le vrai fondement de ce forum est basé sur le partage de toutes les infos et expériences vécues
Merci à tous
chris06
Dans mon message je formule clairement 'j'ai l'impression" donc je peux me tromper sur l'interprétattion seul Sylvie57 peut me contredire sur la compréhension du message. Si c'est les cas, je m'en excuse. Je ne voulais a tout point la vexee. Je me suis mal exprimée cela arrive non comme toi il me semble.
Il m'est arrivé certaine fois dans mes voyages d'avoir été apeuré ou psychoté sur certaines choses. Quand j'y repense c'était ridicule et j'en rigole.
Pour ce qui est de la Zen attitude pour ma part je l'ai trouvé. Je relativise et je constate chaq jrs de la chance que j'ai.
Je ne sais si ton message s'adresse directement a moi. Mias j'ai visité le Sud de l'ethiopie et mon séjour etait plus long que 3 semaines. Tout d'abord ce n'est pas avec la durée d'un voyage que l'on peut prétendre connaitre un pays.
J'envisage de faire un jour le Nord de l'Ethiopie. Il me tarde mais j'attends avec impatience l'année prochaine pour debuter mon apprentisage à l'amharic. Puis je me lancerai pour repartir.
J'ai fais lire le message de Sylvie57 à une ethiopienne. Elle trouve qu'elle a une belle plume. J'approuve egalement. Elle est juste surprise de la manière dont elle relate son voyage c'ad coté négatif puis positif.
J'espère être chanceuse pour mon prochain voyage la bas.
C'est pour cette raison qui me tarde qu'elle raconte les bons moments de l'ethiopie car pour le moment le nord me fait peu envie. Mais grâce a ses messages j'apprends tout de même les difficultés que je peux rencontrer et je lui en remercie.
Maesjl: les critiques ne sont pas toutes mauvaise si elles sont expliqués et justifiés.
Bonne journée
Maesjl: les critiques ne sont pas toutes mauvaise si elles sont expliqués et justifiés.
Bonne journée
waouuuuuuuhhhh ! tu es un veinard. Alors comme cela tu es parti pour faire l'ethiopie pendant la saison des pluies. C'est magnifique cette période la. En tout cas moi j'adore l'ethiopie que se soit sous le soleil ou sous la pluie pas pluie, averses(mais tt depend de ton circuit) Les paysages et la lumiositée sont magnifiques pendant et apres les averses. click, click et click, tu vas pas arreter avec les photos.
Je suis tout a fait d'accord avec toi sur le fondement du forum.
Bonne préparation pr le voyage, bon voyage puis si t'es ok passe mettre ton jounal de bord.
Non, ce n'est pas à toi que mon message s'adressait. Quand je veux répondre à quelqu'un, je le fais nommément, comme maintenant.
Je voulais simplement parler des personnes qui, à partir d'une expérience limitée, généralisent : les (éthiopiens, arabes juifs, anglais, français, etc.) sont comme ceci ou comme cela. Ce n'est évidemment pas ton cas.
Quant à dire que ce n'est pas avec la durée d'un voyage que l'on peut comprendre un pays, je suis bien d'accord. Je le serais encore plus si tu disais que la durée n'est pas suffisante. Je crois qu'elle est néanmoins nécessaire.
A capacité ou volonté égale à comprendre, ce sont LES expériences qui permettent de construire L'Expérience. Comme je l'ai déjà dit, je vais partir pour mon 17me séjour de 2 mois et je ne prétends pas avoir compris, mais comme je m'estime pas plus idiot, ni plus farci de préjugés qu'un autre, j'ai du mal à admettre les jugements définitifs de personnes qui sont allées une fois dans un pays (quel qu'il soit).
Voyager c'est rencontrer plus que voir.
Bonjour,
Ben dis donc...
Je ne sais si c'est a cause de la mésaventure à Lalibela, mais j'ai l'impression que tu as vu "NOIR" tt au long de ton voyage. "Tout au long de mon voyage"... Je n'en suis qu'au chapitre III tu sais. Comme la majorité des pays d'Afrique, il y a des routes et des chemins cabossés. C'est vraiment étrange que tu ne sois pas au courant! T'es tu bien renseignes avant de partir ? Je ne pensais vraiment pas que ce passage pouvait être interprété comme une vive critique de l'infrastucture routière en Ethiopie 😐... Le mauvais état de cette route est un fait et il explique ce voyage en bus très mouvementé. Un point c'est tout. Et bien évidemment je ne m'attendais pas à voyager en 1ère classe dans un bus couchettes climatisé sur les dernières autoroutes construites par ASF... Tu t'étonnes que les éthiopiens ne s'alarment de rien. Tu veux qu'ils ralent parce qu'ils n'ont pas de place attribuer, la clim, et des attaches poucettes....Comme tu le dis bien ils sont habitués.(ils ne pouvent malheureusement pas faire autrement). Pourquoi encore une fois veux-tu que ce soit une critique ? J'envisageais ça plutôt comme un "compliment". J'ai l'impression que tu critiques et devisage chaques ethiopiens dt tu apercois. Oui j'ai regardé les gens. C'est heureux d'ailleurs. Dévisagé, je ne crois pas. Bon... je critique, je critique, je critique... J'espérais juste raconter. 😕 Tu l'as fortement dit et répeter ce voyage en bus était désagreable. Tu as eu droit en plus à des douleurs aux genoux et autres parties du corps et des puces sur la cerise du gateaux. Sur le moment ce trajet était flippant, oui c'est vrai. A postériori j'ai réalisé que nous ne risquions pas grand chose. Le chauffeur avait l'habitude et tout ceci semblait assez coutumier. J'ai choisi de le raconter parce que c'était tout de même très insolite. Aujourd'hui je trouve cet épisode franchement burlesque. Tu l'as visiblement perçu comme une suite de lamentations. Bon ben c'est loupé. Tant pis ! Quand je parle de "galères", je n'inclue pas ce genre d'évènements, je préfère le préciser tout de suite. Ils font aussi partie du voyage. C'est quand m^me regretable et decevant que tu n'as pas contempler, admirer pendant ces 6 longues heures de trajet les magnigiques paysages d'ethiopie. Je l'ai fait. Je le raconte d'ailleurs. Lors des greves tu es surement détendue lors des attentes et de l'entassement dans les transports collectif. Grâce a ce voyage? tu as probalement trouver la Zen Attitude, tu es une veinarde(alors que tout le monde râle, bizarre!) 🤪 Je ne vois pas ce que ça viens faire là mais bon... Tu parles à une gréviste tu sais... 😏
Ben dis donc...
Je ne sais si c'est a cause de la mésaventure à Lalibela, mais j'ai l'impression que tu as vu "NOIR" tt au long de ton voyage. "Tout au long de mon voyage"... Je n'en suis qu'au chapitre III tu sais. Comme la majorité des pays d'Afrique, il y a des routes et des chemins cabossés. C'est vraiment étrange que tu ne sois pas au courant! T'es tu bien renseignes avant de partir ? Je ne pensais vraiment pas que ce passage pouvait être interprété comme une vive critique de l'infrastucture routière en Ethiopie 😐... Le mauvais état de cette route est un fait et il explique ce voyage en bus très mouvementé. Un point c'est tout. Et bien évidemment je ne m'attendais pas à voyager en 1ère classe dans un bus couchettes climatisé sur les dernières autoroutes construites par ASF... Tu t'étonnes que les éthiopiens ne s'alarment de rien. Tu veux qu'ils ralent parce qu'ils n'ont pas de place attribuer, la clim, et des attaches poucettes....Comme tu le dis bien ils sont habitués.(ils ne pouvent malheureusement pas faire autrement). Pourquoi encore une fois veux-tu que ce soit une critique ? J'envisageais ça plutôt comme un "compliment". J'ai l'impression que tu critiques et devisage chaques ethiopiens dt tu apercois. Oui j'ai regardé les gens. C'est heureux d'ailleurs. Dévisagé, je ne crois pas. Bon... je critique, je critique, je critique... J'espérais juste raconter. 😕 Tu l'as fortement dit et répeter ce voyage en bus était désagreable. Tu as eu droit en plus à des douleurs aux genoux et autres parties du corps et des puces sur la cerise du gateaux. Sur le moment ce trajet était flippant, oui c'est vrai. A postériori j'ai réalisé que nous ne risquions pas grand chose. Le chauffeur avait l'habitude et tout ceci semblait assez coutumier. J'ai choisi de le raconter parce que c'était tout de même très insolite. Aujourd'hui je trouve cet épisode franchement burlesque. Tu l'as visiblement perçu comme une suite de lamentations. Bon ben c'est loupé. Tant pis ! Quand je parle de "galères", je n'inclue pas ce genre d'évènements, je préfère le préciser tout de suite. Ils font aussi partie du voyage. C'est quand m^me regretable et decevant que tu n'as pas contempler, admirer pendant ces 6 longues heures de trajet les magnigiques paysages d'ethiopie. Je l'ai fait. Je le raconte d'ailleurs. Lors des greves tu es surement détendue lors des attentes et de l'entassement dans les transports collectif. Grâce a ce voyage? tu as probalement trouver la Zen Attitude, tu es une veinarde(alors que tout le monde râle, bizarre!) 🤪 Je ne vois pas ce que ça viens faire là mais bon... Tu parles à une gréviste tu sais... 😏
Je ne voulais a tout point la vexee. Je ne suis pas vexée, pas de souci à ce propos. Tout d'abord ce n'est pas avec la durée d'un voyage que l'on peut prétendre connaitre un pays. Je trouve ta phrase injuste, je ne pense pas avoir écrit quelque part que je prétendais quoi que ce soit. Je n'y ai passé que 23 jours et bien sûr que c'est peu.
Elle est juste surprise de la manière dont elle relate son voyage c'ad coté négatif puis positif. Il ne s'agit pas de "côtés" négatifs ou positifs. Mais de moments vraiment pas sympas, d'autres très drôles ou étonnants etc... Malheureusement la fréquence de ces moments pas sympas a vraiment pourri l'ensemble de ce voyage.
Elle est juste surprise de la manière dont elle relate son voyage c'ad coté négatif puis positif. Il ne s'agit pas de "côtés" négatifs ou positifs. Mais de moments vraiment pas sympas, d'autres très drôles ou étonnants etc... Malheureusement la fréquence de ces moments pas sympas a vraiment pourri l'ensemble de ce voyage.
Tout d'abord ce n'est pas avec la durée d'un voyage que l'on peut prétendre connaitre un pays. Je trouve ta phrase injuste, je ne pense pas avoir écrit quelque part que je prétendais quoi que ce soit. Je n'y ai passé que 23 jours et bien sûr que c'est peu.
Cette réponse était destinée a majesl. Tout le monde c'est expliqué calmement. C'est cool! A la prochaine.
Bonjour à tous!
Je m'immisce dans votre discussion passionnante autour de l'Ethiopie, pays que j'aurais probablement la chance de découvrir au mois de janvier 2007. En effet, ma meilleure amie est étudiante en histoire, son sujet de mémoire porte sur les moines dans l'Ethiopie médiévale, elle doit s'y rendre pour deux mois et je compte l'accompagner les deux premières semaines de son séjour.
Et j'ai hâte !
Ce carnet de voyage et ce débat arrivent à point nommé pour ma mission de renseignements !
Sylvie j'ai hâte d'avoir la suite de ton voyage. J'en apprends beaucoup et ton écriture est un plaisir à lire. J'admire ton éloquence et le ton sans jugement de ta prose.
J'ai une question un peu décalée : quid du logement à la capitale? que me conseillez-vous?
Merci d'avance !
Je m'immisce dans votre discussion passionnante autour de l'Ethiopie, pays que j'aurais probablement la chance de découvrir au mois de janvier 2007. En effet, ma meilleure amie est étudiante en histoire, son sujet de mémoire porte sur les moines dans l'Ethiopie médiévale, elle doit s'y rendre pour deux mois et je compte l'accompagner les deux premières semaines de son séjour.
Et j'ai hâte !
Ce carnet de voyage et ce débat arrivent à point nommé pour ma mission de renseignements !
Sylvie j'ai hâte d'avoir la suite de ton voyage. J'en apprends beaucoup et ton écriture est un plaisir à lire. J'admire ton éloquence et le ton sans jugement de ta prose.
J'ai une question un peu décalée : quid du logement à la capitale? que me conseillez-vous?
Merci d'avance !
The World Is Not Enough
bonjour,
Je viens de lire ton email daté du14 mai... je me sens bêtement triste que cela se soit mal passé pour vous deux !!! J'ai passé 5 semaines en Erythrée (1 semaine) et Ethiopie (4 semaines) en juillet-août 2003 et cela a été fantastique pour moi !!! Pas facile toujours à cause de la longueur des trajets et de l'immense pauvreté ambiantes, mais des rencontres, des regards, des sourires et de merveilleuses photos à la clef. Mon séjour dans le pays Hamer, quoique court (3-4 jours) et un peu galère (sans véhicule, c'est pas facile de se déplacer) est un souvenir extraordianaire, tout comme mes deux jours à Harar ou ma journée sur le marché de Asbe Teferi ou les enfants venaient me serrer bravement la main pendant que les femmes carressaient surprises mes avant-bras (velus et doux) en appelant les copines ou que les plus âgés prenaient peur à l'éclat du flash !
Mais le fait d'être un homme a peut-être aidé... J'ai rencontré deux israéliennes qui m'ont dit avoir été enbêtées par des bandes d'ados un peu excités, mais rien de méchant, même si c'était pas agréable. Plus qu'une agence de voyage (à mon avis à proscrire dès qu'on ne s'aventure pas dans un raid type trek en montagne ou dans le désert), c'est plutôt un compagnon mâle qu'il aurait fallu entraîner pour qu'on vous laisse tranquilles.
Mon voyage a été une suite de rencontres, plus ou moins brèves, plus ou moins enrichissantes, mais des rencontres quand même. Quant à la galère, à moins d'être fortuné et de pouvoir louer voiture et guides, elle fait plus ou moins partie du voyage quand on part dans ce genre de pays. Et puis, comme touriste, j'ai préféré me trouver coincé à Turmi (pays hamer) trois jours, prendre le temps et râler contre l'overdose de galette de tef qui me guettait, plutôt que de faire partie des touristes qui se logent dans un camp de tentes luxueux à 5 km du village, puis débarquent à 12 dans 3 toyota 4/4 pour passer deux heures à prendre des photos sur le marché Hamer avant de filer en toute hâte vers le marché suivant...
Quand à l'appât du gain de prêtres ou d'autres personnes comme les prêtres, cela me semble facile de voir la paille dans l'oeil des Ethiopiens à défaut de voir la poutre dans le notre. Dans nos chères villes touristiques d'Europe où le touriste est roi, on est plumé de bien des façons, et avec le sourire en prime, et je me dis qu'il est difficile d'en vouloir à des gens souvent dénués de tout, de chercher quelques birrs auprès des touristes de passage. Le tout est de toujours négocier avec le sourire en gardant son honneur ; il est rare qu'un accord ménageant l'honneur et la susceptibilité des deux parties ne soit pas possible. Et puis 2 birrs, ça ne faisait jamais (en 2003) que 30 cts d'euro !! A leur place, sans ma carte visa et mon bon niveau de vie d'occidental que je retrouverai avec délectation deux mois plus tard, je suis certain que je ferai la même chose ! Il faut bien survivre !
Bref, je pars normalement en zambie et au Malawi du 11 juillet au 12 août avec Ethiopian Airlines, et j'ai bien prévu une dizaine de jour d'escale en Ethiopie sur le chemin du retour. En espérant que les problèmes politiques n'ont pas trop pourri la situation...
Bonne chance poru un prochain voyage !
Je viens de lire ton email daté du14 mai... je me sens bêtement triste que cela se soit mal passé pour vous deux !!! J'ai passé 5 semaines en Erythrée (1 semaine) et Ethiopie (4 semaines) en juillet-août 2003 et cela a été fantastique pour moi !!! Pas facile toujours à cause de la longueur des trajets et de l'immense pauvreté ambiantes, mais des rencontres, des regards, des sourires et de merveilleuses photos à la clef. Mon séjour dans le pays Hamer, quoique court (3-4 jours) et un peu galère (sans véhicule, c'est pas facile de se déplacer) est un souvenir extraordianaire, tout comme mes deux jours à Harar ou ma journée sur le marché de Asbe Teferi ou les enfants venaient me serrer bravement la main pendant que les femmes carressaient surprises mes avant-bras (velus et doux) en appelant les copines ou que les plus âgés prenaient peur à l'éclat du flash !
Mais le fait d'être un homme a peut-être aidé... J'ai rencontré deux israéliennes qui m'ont dit avoir été enbêtées par des bandes d'ados un peu excités, mais rien de méchant, même si c'était pas agréable. Plus qu'une agence de voyage (à mon avis à proscrire dès qu'on ne s'aventure pas dans un raid type trek en montagne ou dans le désert), c'est plutôt un compagnon mâle qu'il aurait fallu entraîner pour qu'on vous laisse tranquilles.
Mon voyage a été une suite de rencontres, plus ou moins brèves, plus ou moins enrichissantes, mais des rencontres quand même. Quant à la galère, à moins d'être fortuné et de pouvoir louer voiture et guides, elle fait plus ou moins partie du voyage quand on part dans ce genre de pays. Et puis, comme touriste, j'ai préféré me trouver coincé à Turmi (pays hamer) trois jours, prendre le temps et râler contre l'overdose de galette de tef qui me guettait, plutôt que de faire partie des touristes qui se logent dans un camp de tentes luxueux à 5 km du village, puis débarquent à 12 dans 3 toyota 4/4 pour passer deux heures à prendre des photos sur le marché Hamer avant de filer en toute hâte vers le marché suivant...
Quand à l'appât du gain de prêtres ou d'autres personnes comme les prêtres, cela me semble facile de voir la paille dans l'oeil des Ethiopiens à défaut de voir la poutre dans le notre. Dans nos chères villes touristiques d'Europe où le touriste est roi, on est plumé de bien des façons, et avec le sourire en prime, et je me dis qu'il est difficile d'en vouloir à des gens souvent dénués de tout, de chercher quelques birrs auprès des touristes de passage. Le tout est de toujours négocier avec le sourire en gardant son honneur ; il est rare qu'un accord ménageant l'honneur et la susceptibilité des deux parties ne soit pas possible. Et puis 2 birrs, ça ne faisait jamais (en 2003) que 30 cts d'euro !! A leur place, sans ma carte visa et mon bon niveau de vie d'occidental que je retrouverai avec délectation deux mois plus tard, je suis certain que je ferai la même chose ! Il faut bien survivre !
Bref, je pars normalement en zambie et au Malawi du 11 juillet au 12 août avec Ethiopian Airlines, et j'ai bien prévu une dizaine de jour d'escale en Ethiopie sur le chemin du retour. En espérant que les problèmes politiques n'ont pas trop pourri la situation...
Bonne chance poru un prochain voyage !
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April 11 – Day 1
It was winter, a winter with beautiful weather, A season that only exists in the southwest of America, I remember very well what I told you that morning A month ago... A century ago, an eternity ago... We’ll go... wherever you want, whenever you want...
Well, yeah, back from our adventure in our enchanting American West just a month ago, we’re already taking a bite out of one of its lesser-known competitors. "Flo, if you had to pick just one reason to justify your love for the U.S., what would it be?" The greasy, dripping burgers? No, I don’t think I’m going out on a limb by saying it’d be the wide-open spaces... And that’s exactly what our new quest is taking us to—a land on the other side of the globe where the horizon also seems endless, where silence tastes like salty wind and sand, where freedom is measured in kilometers of desert tracks, where the GPS is mostly there to confirm you’re lost in the middle of nowhere... Add to that magic formula the fact that you’ll see more zebras, giraffes, wildebeest, and elephants than people per square kilometer, and you can imagine us setting foot in Southern Africa for the first time, more precisely at the small airport in Windhoek, capital of... of...? Brush up on your geography, damn it! We’re landing in Namibia!!!

To be honest, Namibian landscapes have been flirting with me for ages. So how did I resist this island of temptation for so long? First, the budget. Let’s just say that for the same amount of effort (and kidneys), the bank lets you choose two other adventures almost anywhere else on the planet. Then there were my girls. Yeah, back then, they were too little to dose up on Malarone, the only malaria remedy at the time... Long story short, ten years later, all the planets have aligned. First, I won the Euromillions! Well, almost... Let’s just say my girls are now old enough... not to take Malarone, but to stop following me on all my adventures! Jackpot! "Flo, how about a little two-person caprice, just the two of us, tackling the Namibian tracks?"

As we landed on the runway, first wow effect: The horizon is immense. It’s flat as can be, incredibly flat... So much flat space! Did I mention it was flat?... Looking into the distance, it feels like your gaze could circle the Earth without hitting a single obstacle—until you end up staring at your own backside. "Oh, what a nice view!" Well, it’s the first time I’ve seen my butt from this angle! Touching moment... Sorry, I’m rambling—must be the exhaustion from the three-flight marathon we just powered through via Ethiopia and South Africa... And yet, no time to philosophize about my anatomy. As usual, we want to rack up our first kilometers to be front and center at dawn tomorrow. After wrapping up the tedious Namibian immigration formalities and meeting the 4x4 that’ll be our companion day and night for the next fifteen days, we’re off! We’re not exactly fresh, but we’re ready to tackle the next five hundred kilometers in night mode, cruise control set due south! Just outside Windhoek, the local wildlife—a jackal—welcomes us with a smile: "Welcome to Namibia!" That’s what it said! Honest... Okay, first endless straight road, first flaming sunset, first corrugated dirt track, first Milky Way with zero light pollution... You get it—it’s definitely the day of firsts... First night camping, too, in the big trunk of our Toyota Fortuner parked by the side of the track... The real adventure, the kind that smells under the arms, can finally begin...

It was winter, a winter with beautiful weather, A season that only exists in the southwest of America, I remember very well what I told you that morning A month ago... A century ago, an eternity ago... We’ll go... wherever you want, whenever you want...
Well, yeah, back from our adventure in our enchanting American West just a month ago, we’re already taking a bite out of one of its lesser-known competitors. "Flo, if you had to pick just one reason to justify your love for the U.S., what would it be?" The greasy, dripping burgers? No, I don’t think I’m going out on a limb by saying it’d be the wide-open spaces... And that’s exactly what our new quest is taking us to—a land on the other side of the globe where the horizon also seems endless, where silence tastes like salty wind and sand, where freedom is measured in kilometers of desert tracks, where the GPS is mostly there to confirm you’re lost in the middle of nowhere... Add to that magic formula the fact that you’ll see more zebras, giraffes, wildebeest, and elephants than people per square kilometer, and you can imagine us setting foot in Southern Africa for the first time, more precisely at the small airport in Windhoek, capital of... of...? Brush up on your geography, damn it! We’re landing in Namibia!!!

To be honest, Namibian landscapes have been flirting with me for ages. So how did I resist this island of temptation for so long? First, the budget. Let’s just say that for the same amount of effort (and kidneys), the bank lets you choose two other adventures almost anywhere else on the planet. Then there were my girls. Yeah, back then, they were too little to dose up on Malarone, the only malaria remedy at the time... Long story short, ten years later, all the planets have aligned. First, I won the Euromillions! Well, almost... Let’s just say my girls are now old enough... not to take Malarone, but to stop following me on all my adventures! Jackpot! "Flo, how about a little two-person caprice, just the two of us, tackling the Namibian tracks?"

As we landed on the runway, first wow effect: The horizon is immense. It’s flat as can be, incredibly flat... So much flat space! Did I mention it was flat?... Looking into the distance, it feels like your gaze could circle the Earth without hitting a single obstacle—until you end up staring at your own backside. "Oh, what a nice view!" Well, it’s the first time I’ve seen my butt from this angle! Touching moment... Sorry, I’m rambling—must be the exhaustion from the three-flight marathon we just powered through via Ethiopia and South Africa... And yet, no time to philosophize about my anatomy. As usual, we want to rack up our first kilometers to be front and center at dawn tomorrow. After wrapping up the tedious Namibian immigration formalities and meeting the 4x4 that’ll be our companion day and night for the next fifteen days, we’re off! We’re not exactly fresh, but we’re ready to tackle the next five hundred kilometers in night mode, cruise control set due south! Just outside Windhoek, the local wildlife—a jackal—welcomes us with a smile: "Welcome to Namibia!" That’s what it said! Honest... Okay, first endless straight road, first flaming sunset, first corrugated dirt track, first Milky Way with zero light pollution... You get it—it’s definitely the day of firsts... First night camping, too, in the big trunk of our Toyota Fortuner parked by the side of the track... The real adventure, the kind that smells under the arms, can finally begin...

I’d been wanting to discover Sulawesi for years. But then life happened—COVID, the cost of flight tickets, you name it. Long story short, years went by, but we finally set off as a family for a three-week trip in southern Sulawesi: Rammang Rammang, Rantepao, Sengkang, Bira, and Selayar.
I like to spend a good amount of time in the places I visit, giving myself the chance to really get to know the area and meet locals. So no island-hopping this time—just the south. But when I say "just," it’s not restrictive at all, given how rich this island is in landscapes, little encounters, and magical moments.
Wednesday 07/08 - Thursday 07/09: We left Montpellier for what was supposed to be five flights, though we only took four to start, landing in Jakarta. We picked up our luggage there to catch a flight to Makassar the next day. That’s the only way we could get an affordable ticket (702 €). I won’t bore you with the flight details—there’s not much to say. We arrived at 7 PM and considered heading straight to Makassar that evening. But we opted for a recovery night before taking off again. Good thing we did, because my son’s suitcase was missing... First contact with the locals was a bit stressful—a trip without your luggage isn’t exactly fun. But right away, a woman reassured us: the suitcase was just enjoying some extra time in Singapore. Maybe it was doing some last-minute shopping. Anyway, nothing serious—it was supposed to arrive at 9 AM the next day. That gave us some breathing room since our flight wasn’t until noon. So off we went to our hotel (Days Hotel & Suites) near the airport. It was cheap (40 € for three rooms—my kids are older and need their space), but it wasn’t worth much more. The place had definitely seen better days. But no big deal—we were only there for the night, and... we got to watch France beat Morocco in the World Cup live at 3 AM. That’s what really mattered!
Friday 07/10: In search of the lost suitcase First challenge of the morning: finding our missing suitcase. They sent us to the airport basement, to the staff entrance. We were greeted with smiles, and an airport employee led me through the underground corridors back to the baggage claim. Right on time at 9 AM, the suitcase arrived, just like they’d promised. We were finally complete! Off we went to change terminals, grab a well-deserved meal, and board our fifth flight to Makassar. Little side note: I struggled for a while trying to book domestic flights directly on the airlines’ websites with no luck. Without meaning to advertise (though I guess I am a little), I realized it’d be easier to use sites like tiket.com or Traveloka. That turned out to be a great choice—I even ended up booking hotels through them later in the trip. 12:40 PM: We were on our way to Makassar. First good news: we were the only tourists. Well, the only European tourists on the flight, anyway. No, you’re not dreaming—the bag is full of... potato chip packets. To each their own souvenirs, I guess...

When we arrived in Makassar, a driver was waiting to take us straight to Rammang Rammang: 250,000 IDR (12 €) to our guesthouse (Rammang Rammang House). Forget about meeting people on the bus—we were headed straight to the first stop of our trip, and it was already stunning.
My kids’ guesthouse:
Ours:
View of the little lake:
But not everything is straightforward around here. I wanted to get a local SIM card for internet and calls. I found them expensive at Jakarta’s airport (20 € for 20 GB), so I decided to wait. Well, no luck in Rammang Rammang either. You can’t just buy one from the local shop—you need a Telkomsat store (they have the best coverage). So we’d have to wait for Rantepao to get Wi-Fi... When I say "local shop," I mean the little shack around the corner. No big deal—we’d find one easily in Rantepao for 5 € and 25 GB. So there we were, offline, just the four of us enjoying the amazing view.
Saturday 07/11: Rammang Rammang We woke up early to the sound of wedding music blasting through the village (everyone’s invited!). Off we went to explore the area. A little walking, a little boat ride (shared with a French tourist and a Polish one—yes, there *are* tourists here, just not many; 750,000 IDR for up to 8 people) through a lovely canal, and we discovered the karst site. It was peaceful and beautiful. The river:
The karst site:





Wednesday 07/08 - Thursday 07/09: We left Montpellier for what was supposed to be five flights, though we only took four to start, landing in Jakarta. We picked up our luggage there to catch a flight to Makassar the next day. That’s the only way we could get an affordable ticket (702 €). I won’t bore you with the flight details—there’s not much to say. We arrived at 7 PM and considered heading straight to Makassar that evening. But we opted for a recovery night before taking off again. Good thing we did, because my son’s suitcase was missing... First contact with the locals was a bit stressful—a trip without your luggage isn’t exactly fun. But right away, a woman reassured us: the suitcase was just enjoying some extra time in Singapore. Maybe it was doing some last-minute shopping. Anyway, nothing serious—it was supposed to arrive at 9 AM the next day. That gave us some breathing room since our flight wasn’t until noon. So off we went to our hotel (Days Hotel & Suites) near the airport. It was cheap (40 € for three rooms—my kids are older and need their space), but it wasn’t worth much more. The place had definitely seen better days. But no big deal—we were only there for the night, and... we got to watch France beat Morocco in the World Cup live at 3 AM. That’s what really mattered!
Friday 07/10: In search of the lost suitcase First challenge of the morning: finding our missing suitcase. They sent us to the airport basement, to the staff entrance. We were greeted with smiles, and an airport employee led me through the underground corridors back to the baggage claim. Right on time at 9 AM, the suitcase arrived, just like they’d promised. We were finally complete! Off we went to change terminals, grab a well-deserved meal, and board our fifth flight to Makassar. Little side note: I struggled for a while trying to book domestic flights directly on the airlines’ websites with no luck. Without meaning to advertise (though I guess I am a little), I realized it’d be easier to use sites like tiket.com or Traveloka. That turned out to be a great choice—I even ended up booking hotels through them later in the trip. 12:40 PM: We were on our way to Makassar. First good news: we were the only tourists. Well, the only European tourists on the flight, anyway. No, you’re not dreaming—the bag is full of... potato chip packets. To each their own souvenirs, I guess...

When we arrived in Makassar, a driver was waiting to take us straight to Rammang Rammang: 250,000 IDR (12 €) to our guesthouse (Rammang Rammang House). Forget about meeting people on the bus—we were headed straight to the first stop of our trip, and it was already stunning.
My kids’ guesthouse:

Ours:

View of the little lake:

But not everything is straightforward around here. I wanted to get a local SIM card for internet and calls. I found them expensive at Jakarta’s airport (20 € for 20 GB), so I decided to wait. Well, no luck in Rammang Rammang either. You can’t just buy one from the local shop—you need a Telkomsat store (they have the best coverage). So we’d have to wait for Rantepao to get Wi-Fi... When I say "local shop," I mean the little shack around the corner. No big deal—we’d find one easily in Rantepao for 5 € and 25 GB. So there we were, offline, just the four of us enjoying the amazing view.
Saturday 07/11: Rammang Rammang We woke up early to the sound of wedding music blasting through the village (everyone’s invited!). Off we went to explore the area. A little walking, a little boat ride (shared with a French tourist and a Polish one—yes, there *are* tourists here, just not many; 750,000 IDR for up to 8 people) through a lovely canal, and we discovered the karst site. It was peaceful and beautiful. The river:
The karst site:





Preamble:
Africa was calling to me, so a year ago, with our usual travel companions, we decided to return to the continent we love so much.
Where to go?
Uganda quickly caught our attention—wildlife we’re used to seeing, plus gorillas and the shoebill we missed in Zambia.
We got in touch with Paul, who’s been mentioned several times on the forum back in September, booked our flight tickets, secured the gorilla permits, and by early October, the most important things were done.
We still had plenty of time to hold our "prep meetings" for the final itinerary.
Three days before departure, I sprained my ankle (my weak spot, as you’ll recall from our Colombia trip). I wasn’t in great spirits, but after a year of waiting, nothing was going to stop me. We’d see how it goes! Off we went for our new adventures
Three days before departure, I sprained my ankle (my weak spot, as you’ll recall from our Colombia trip). I wasn’t in great spirits, but after a year of waiting, nothing was going to stop me. We’d see how it goes! Off we went for our new adventures
Dargoire dans la Loire jusqu’à Bamako au Mali sans téléphone juste les carte IGN et la boussole
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I hesitated about writing this travel journal...
This summer, we only did the classics (the 3 northern parks and Zanzibar) and let a local agency take care of everything from start to finish.
No craziness, no risks, no sleeping under the stars, no self-drive, no venturing off the beaten path, no incidents, and not even any delays in the pre-planned itinerary...
But don’t think we were disappointed! The whole family (there were 6 of us) came back with smiles and memories of great moments spent together. So, if you're looking for a "classic" way to discover Tanzania, this is the place to be.
Our 2-week itinerary: - Arusha (1 night upon arrival) - Tarangire (1 night) - Ngorongoro (2 nights in Karatu then Irmisigiyo) - Serengeti (3 nights in Robanda, Togoro Plains, and Seronera) - Zanzibar Stone Town (1 night) - Zanzibar Matemwe (3 nights) - Zanzibar Jambiani (3 nights)
Hakuna matata!

No craziness, no risks, no sleeping under the stars, no self-drive, no venturing off the beaten path, no incidents, and not even any delays in the pre-planned itinerary...
But don’t think we were disappointed! The whole family (there were 6 of us) came back with smiles and memories of great moments spent together. So, if you're looking for a "classic" way to discover Tanzania, this is the place to be.
Our 2-week itinerary: - Arusha (1 night upon arrival) - Tarangire (1 night) - Ngorongoro (2 nights in Karatu then Irmisigiyo) - Serengeti (3 nights in Robanda, Togoro Plains, and Seronera) - Zanzibar Stone Town (1 night) - Zanzibar Matemwe (3 nights) - Zanzibar Jambiani (3 nights)
Hakuna matata!

April 5 - Day 1
After as many weeks as I have fingers on my right hand, we're hitting the road again, fully recovered from our pharaonic adventure. Back in France to drop off our daughters (sorry, girls!), this time it's just the two of us, ready to be welcomed by a new destination. They say it offers one of the richest cultural heritages in the world for those willing to put in the effort. It's the land of the ancient Silk Road, where we'll follow a journey steeped in history and discoveries straight out of *One Thousand and One Nights*. A former Soviet bloc region independent only since 1991, we'll be walking in the footsteps of Genghis Khan, Tamerlane, Alexander the Great, Marco Polo...
Another fun fact about this country: it's strictly forbidden to import porn on your phone. True story. The same goes for painkillers! Unless it's about sodomy—though the two don’t seem connected, that’s just how it is. Don’t ask me why! Anyway, I’m getting off track. Here’s the big question: Where do you think we’ve just landed?... To give you a hint, the locals are known for being incredibly welcoming. No sooner said than done—our first taxi driver, proud to transport French travelers, refused to let us pay for the ride. Great vibes for these two weeks ahead. So, any guesses? Uzbekistan!!!
After as many weeks as I have fingers on my right hand, we're hitting the road again, fully recovered from our pharaonic adventure. Back in France to drop off our daughters (sorry, girls!), this time it's just the two of us, ready to be welcomed by a new destination. They say it offers one of the richest cultural heritages in the world for those willing to put in the effort. It's the land of the ancient Silk Road, where we'll follow a journey steeped in history and discoveries straight out of *One Thousand and One Nights*. A former Soviet bloc region independent only since 1991, we'll be walking in the footsteps of Genghis Khan, Tamerlane, Alexander the Great, Marco Polo...
Another fun fact about this country: it's strictly forbidden to import porn on your phone. True story. The same goes for painkillers! Unless it's about sodomy—though the two don’t seem connected, that’s just how it is. Don’t ask me why! Anyway, I’m getting off track. Here’s the big question: Where do you think we’ve just landed?... To give you a hint, the locals are known for being incredibly welcoming. No sooner said than done—our first taxi driver, proud to transport French travelers, refused to let us pay for the ride. Great vibes for these two weeks ahead. So, any guesses? Uzbekistan!!!

Preamble
I could have titled my travel journal like Carmen: "Some trips are born twice." Indeed, we had considered this destination back in February 2020. However, an honest tour operator advised us against traveling at that time due to the climate. So, we gave up and opted for Guatemala instead (see "On the Mayan Lands" on this site).
So, why this title? When I was in primary school, over 65 years ago, the illustrations in my history books (Machu Picchu) and geography books (Lake Titicaca) made me dream, and those images stayed in my mind. It took until 2026 to finally make this dream come true!
We prepared our trip with Tout Pérou, a French-speaking "agency." Everything was handled via email and WhatsApp exchanges with our contact: Laurent, who was both competent, friendly, and full of good advice. For 200 €, Tout Pérou provided us with drivers and guides whenever we wanted, helped us buy our domestic flights (cheaper when purchased in Peru), booked shuttles between airports and hotels, and got us a discount on the train ride to Aguas Calientes, as well as on the buses between Chivay and Puno and between Puno and Cusco. In short, Laurent took care of all the logistics and the Machu Picchu tickets. It was up to us to book our hotels. Tout Pérou provided a list, but we weren’t obliged to follow it. Another advantage of the package: we didn’t have to pay in advance; we paid the service providers directly day by day.
We didn’t meet Laurent in person because he was on vacation in Europe. Before his departure, he gave us a briefing, provided a summary table with the entire program, the service providers, their phone numbers, their fees, the schedules, and gave us plenty of advice (money, exchange, safety, etc.). After returning at the end of our stay, he kept checking in on us.
Lastly, we had also gathered information from Arnaud Lagadec, who runs a hotel in Cusco and offers tours of the region. He gave us a lot of useful information. Another contact: Thomas Montaigne, very friendly, who runs an agency in Arequipa (Agence Pérou Exclusif).
Day 1 – Paris to Lima
Foreword I’ll share our trip without any pretension—I don’t have the talent of some contributors on this forum—and I’ll illustrate it with a few photos (taken with an ordinary smartphone). My comments are personal and only reflect my own views. So, please be kind! Feel free to comment on my story as you like, but let’s avoid pointless debates.
Even though we live in the south of the Paris region, true to our habits when the flight is in the morning, we chose to spend the night before our departure in a hotel near CDG and parked our car in a parking lot in Garches. This way, we avoid the stress that often comes with traveling around Paris (accidents, roadworks, traffic jams, etc.).
Check-in and border control went smoothly on that Sunday morning. Our Air France flight was uneventful. In Lima, border control took a particularly long time, and for the first time, we didn’t get an entry visa stamped in our passports.
As planned, a driver took us to the Miraflores district, where our hotel was located. We were surprised by the numerous signs about possible tsunamis, having forgotten that Peru is prone to such events and regularly experiences earthquakes. We’d see the consequences of these during our journey.
Exhausted from the early wake-up, the 13-hour flight, and the 7-hour time difference, we had dinner at the hotel before a restful night.
Note that this day was Peru’s presidential election day. As a result, we weren’t served beer—the sale of alcohol was banned that Sunday.
I could have titled my travel journal like Carmen: "Some trips are born twice." Indeed, we had considered this destination back in February 2020. However, an honest tour operator advised us against traveling at that time due to the climate. So, we gave up and opted for Guatemala instead (see "On the Mayan Lands" on this site).
So, why this title? When I was in primary school, over 65 years ago, the illustrations in my history books (Machu Picchu) and geography books (Lake Titicaca) made me dream, and those images stayed in my mind. It took until 2026 to finally make this dream come true!
We prepared our trip with Tout Pérou, a French-speaking "agency." Everything was handled via email and WhatsApp exchanges with our contact: Laurent, who was both competent, friendly, and full of good advice. For 200 €, Tout Pérou provided us with drivers and guides whenever we wanted, helped us buy our domestic flights (cheaper when purchased in Peru), booked shuttles between airports and hotels, and got us a discount on the train ride to Aguas Calientes, as well as on the buses between Chivay and Puno and between Puno and Cusco. In short, Laurent took care of all the logistics and the Machu Picchu tickets. It was up to us to book our hotels. Tout Pérou provided a list, but we weren’t obliged to follow it. Another advantage of the package: we didn’t have to pay in advance; we paid the service providers directly day by day.
We didn’t meet Laurent in person because he was on vacation in Europe. Before his departure, he gave us a briefing, provided a summary table with the entire program, the service providers, their phone numbers, their fees, the schedules, and gave us plenty of advice (money, exchange, safety, etc.). After returning at the end of our stay, he kept checking in on us.
Lastly, we had also gathered information from Arnaud Lagadec, who runs a hotel in Cusco and offers tours of the region. He gave us a lot of useful information. Another contact: Thomas Montaigne, very friendly, who runs an agency in Arequipa (Agence Pérou Exclusif).
Day 1 – Paris to Lima
Foreword I’ll share our trip without any pretension—I don’t have the talent of some contributors on this forum—and I’ll illustrate it with a few photos (taken with an ordinary smartphone). My comments are personal and only reflect my own views. So, please be kind! Feel free to comment on my story as you like, but let’s avoid pointless debates.
Even though we live in the south of the Paris region, true to our habits when the flight is in the morning, we chose to spend the night before our departure in a hotel near CDG and parked our car in a parking lot in Garches. This way, we avoid the stress that often comes with traveling around Paris (accidents, roadworks, traffic jams, etc.).
Check-in and border control went smoothly on that Sunday morning. Our Air France flight was uneventful. In Lima, border control took a particularly long time, and for the first time, we didn’t get an entry visa stamped in our passports.
As planned, a driver took us to the Miraflores district, where our hotel was located. We were surprised by the numerous signs about possible tsunamis, having forgotten that Peru is prone to such events and regularly experiences earthquakes. We’d see the consequences of these during our journey.
Exhausted from the early wake-up, the 13-hour flight, and the 7-hour time difference, we had dinner at the hotel before a restful night.
Note that this day was Peru’s presidential election day. As a result, we weren’t served beer—the sale of alcohol was banned that Sunday.
Okay, Palermo—we know it. We go there to marvel at the architectural wonders born from the Arab-Norman-Byzantine-Gothic mix. And rightly so. We also go to treat our taste buds to all kinds of delights, both savory and sweet. Again, rightly so. We go to succumb to the charms of Palermo’s women, their sun-kissed skin glowing with golden highlights. Still, rightly so. And all while fantasizing about a mafia we’ll never actually see. Anyway.
But you’ll also find street art everywhere, even in the historic center. Sometimes, you just need to step a few meters away from the main tourist highways like Cassaro, Via Maqueda, or the main arteries of the Ballarò, Capo, or Vucciria markets to stumble upon some amazing murals. Duck into one or two slightly grimy alleys, weaving past trash and crumbling walls, and you’ll find real gems.
For example, just 50 meters south of the main artery of the Mercato del Capo, there’s a great spot with dozens of murals in a tiny neighborhood of run-down mini-houses. You’ll find plenty more south of the Mercato di Ballarò, in the Albergheria (the grittier side, not the one near Cassaro). There’s some in Ballarò itself too, but it’s hard to spot when the market’s in full swing with stalls everywhere. La Kalsa isn’t left out either, nor is Vucciria—just step away from the restaurant-packed streets.
Here are a few examples that really caught my eye.
(In the heart of Albergheria, on a street every visitor walks down—lovely message from an unidentified artist)
But you’ll also find street art everywhere, even in the historic center. Sometimes, you just need to step a few meters away from the main tourist highways like Cassaro, Via Maqueda, or the main arteries of the Ballarò, Capo, or Vucciria markets to stumble upon some amazing murals. Duck into one or two slightly grimy alleys, weaving past trash and crumbling walls, and you’ll find real gems.
For example, just 50 meters south of the main artery of the Mercato del Capo, there’s a great spot with dozens of murals in a tiny neighborhood of run-down mini-houses. You’ll find plenty more south of the Mercato di Ballarò, in the Albergheria (the grittier side, not the one near Cassaro). There’s some in Ballarò itself too, but it’s hard to spot when the market’s in full swing with stalls everywhere. La Kalsa isn’t left out either, nor is Vucciria—just step away from the restaurant-packed streets.
Here are a few examples that really caught my eye.
(In the heart of Albergheria, on a street every visitor walks down—lovely message from an unidentified artist)We landed in Victoria Falls, Zimbabwe, and headed straight to Kasane in Botswana to pick up our car.
Our vehicle is a 4x4 because in Zambia, it's practically impossible to use anything else, especially in the national parks. I’ve already had the pleasure of visiting South Luangwa National Park—it’s one of the reasons for this trip, the main one being to travel in Africa with one of my sons.
First stop: Livingstone on the banks of the Zambezi River. Along the way, we discovered a lovely restaurant at Socrates with a super-friendly owner (we’ll actually stop there again on our way back). We spent our first night in the rooftop tent after a stunning sunset, accompanied by the grunting of hippos in the river.
The next day, we set off early, heading to Kafue NP. In fact, we’ll always leave early—waking up between 5:00 and 5:30 AM and hitting the road an hour later. Kafue is a lesser-known park, mostly forested, and the animals are skittish because they’re not used to human presence. We crossed the park from south to north and came across various antelopes. Near Lake Itezhi-Tezhi, there are plains where wildlife is easier to spot.
After Kafue, we headed to South Luangwa. This journey requires stops in Mumbwa and Petauke. Two pleasant stops where we found lodges (a nice change from the rooftop tent) at affordable prices and met welcoming people.
For me, South Luangwa is Zambia’s most beautiful park—the river is stunning, the landscapes are gorgeous, and there’s a wide variety of wildlife, including, of course, big cats. A tip for those, like us, who aren’t with a guide: if you’re staying near the park for several days, don’t hesitate to do a "game drive" to scout out where the animals are so you can return the next day with your own vehicle. Of course, in the dry season, you’ll want to focus on waterholes to see the animals—and you’ll need a bit of luck too. The elephant population is growing, and we were lucky enough to see around sixty elephants crossing the Luangwa at dawn, spread across several groups. South Luangwa is the westernmost point of our trip, and we’re now heading east to Lower Zambezi.
Lower Zambezi is Zambia’s side of Mana Pools on the Zimbabwe side. We took a boat ride on the Zambezi to see elephants, hippos, crocodiles, and a multitude of birds living along the water and on the river’s islands. The sunset there is also magnificent.
To explore the park, we followed the waterways parallel to the Zambezi, mostly on the western side (see our route). Lower Zambezi is the last park we visit, and the final leg of our trip will be Victoria Falls.
Victoria Falls—or Mosi-Oa-Tunya ("The Smoke That Thunders")—are truly impressive, even during the dry season. We saw the falls from both countries: in Zambia for the overall view and the bridge that serves as the border, and in Zimbabwe to get as close as possible to the most spectacular parts of the falls.
This marks the end of our trip, which, despite a blown tire on the road, went off without any major issues. Zambia is a beautiful country that immerses you in wild, still-preserved nature.
Preamble: Why La Gomera?
When we started looking for a summer destination a few months ago, our first criterion was to avoid extreme heat and heatwaves. We had already been to Norway two years ago and are considering going back in the future for other occasions. So, we had some fun asking ChatGPT which destinations enjoyed a mild climate during the summer without going too far. Among the list provided by the AI were the Canary Islands... The idea of a place we wouldn’t have thought of first, both not too far away and exotic enough, appealed to us: “Hmm, why not?”
This destination had never really attracted me, though Magali was a bit more interested. Five years earlier, COVID had caused a short break in my professional activity, and I had planned a trip because the flight price was attractive, and I was looking for a destination different from what usually appeals to me, more than out of deep interest. From a distance and with a social judgment I acknowledge (it’s not great, but it’s not completely wrong), I had the image of a destination for party-goers enjoying the sun without the slightest interest in local culture, with concrete coastlines and denatured landscapes—everything I detest the most. Still, I had done some quick research on the different islands and spotted Lanzarote for its beautiful volcanic landscapes, hiking trails, beaches, and the impression of a good balance between activity and fewer crowds than Tenerife or Gran Canaria. Then I dropped the idea of going, without ever reconsidering traveling to the Canaries...
Until now! Because we started researching the different islands of the archipelago to see which ones might appeal to us the most. It was La Gomera, the third smallest island of the archipelago, more praised for its hiking trails and preserved nature than for its beaches, away from mass tourism (fifty times fewer tourists than Tenerife) but still a bit more developed than its wild neighbor El Hierro, that caught our attention. Contrary to what might be suggested later, I’m not at all addicted to AI, but I use it from time to time to synthesize quick research or simply for experimentation. Since ChatGPT had started anticipating my tastes lately as if it had become my buddy (often successfully, sometimes off the mark), I asked which Canary Island would suit me best for a trip with my family. The tool answered first with... La Gomera. So, I tested it and teased it a bit to see if this suggestion was well-founded, as the method sometimes makes it contradict itself. But no luck: “You’d appreciate the wild nature of El Hierro, but with family, you’ll find little activity for the kids. You won’t like the touristy vibe of the big islands like Tenerife, Gran Canaria, Lanzarote, and Fuerteventura. You could consider La Palma, but it’s really La Gomera that will suit you best, based on your interests and the criteria given.” So, we dug deeper into our research and were convinced without a shadow of a doubt that this island was the one waiting for us.
Without knowing it, we had Canarians in our circle who revealed their origins when they heard about our travel plans. One from Tenerife insisted we’d be better off choosing Tenerife (obviously...) because it also has preserved spots and that La Gomera, “you can explore it in two or three days, you’ll get bored quickly...” The other, a colleague from Gran Canaria who had never visited La Gomera, still recommended it without hesitation because it turned out her parents had just gone there on vacation: they loved it and had encountered few tourists. She also tended to think this destination was usually the subject of short stays, but according to what her parents told her, taking your time there was also a great idea. However, in our research, the idea that La Gomera is an island you can explore in three or four days max kept coming up. So, we considered combining its visit with La Palma or El Hierro, the other two that caught our eye. But hopping between islands by ferry represents a significant budget for non-Canarians, even more so for a family of four. Then, scrutinizing Google Maps, it seemed obvious that two weeks were too short to discover two islands as they deserve, and that there seemed to be plenty to see in La Gomera, given its very unique culture. After all, we read that some people spend several months a year there, others never even leave... Finally, these landscapes and this atmosphere, which seemed to us a mix of Europe, North Africa, and Latin America, tempted us. So, it would be two weeks in La Gomera, deal!
La Gomera is therefore the second... well, the third smallest island of the Canaries since La Graciosa was recently recognized as a fully inhabited island. It has the shape of a rough circle about 20 to 25 kilometers in diameter and has just over 20,000 inhabitants, half of them in its capital, San Sebastián de la Gomera, the only real town. Like its Canarian sisters, La Gomera is a volcanic formation that rose about 10 million years ago. The island is very mountainous and rugged, covered with red and black rocky landscapes. Geological activity has shaped, between the sprawling massifs that end in steep cliffs in the ocean, six coastal valleys with tropical vegetation that have favored human settlement. They divide the island like slices of a cake; from the north clockwise: the agricultural Vallehermoso, the rustic Agulo, the green, humid, and fertile Hermigua, the sunny capital San Sebastián de la Gomera, the southern and isolated Alajeró-Santiago, and the seaside Valle Gran Rey. They constitute the six municipalities (more like cantons to our French understanding) of the territory.
The large solidified magma massifs that shape the heart of the island have created a large depression more protected from the sun at its center, allowing the growth of a vast laurel forest, today grouped within the Garajonay National Park, La Gomera’s green lung, which has earned it the status of a World Biosphere Reserve. Its completely European appearance contrasts sharply with the rocky and tropical landscapes of the rest of the island. Thus, the climate varies greatly from one point to another on the island: in summer, you can quickly go from a dry and sunny valley at 35°C to a humid forest area at altitude at 18°C.
La Gomera was populated late. As with the rest of the Canaries, human presence is thought to have begun about 2,000 years ago. Groups of animist Berbers, probably fleeing persecution, gradually populated the archipelago, especially the western islands and La Gomera, becoming its small aboriginal population: the Guanches (or later Gomeros). The animist and pastoral civilization of the Guanches thrived until the Spanish takeover in the 15th century, which, after a short period of harmony and mixing with the indigenous people, suddenly ended in bloodshed... La Gomera later became the “Columbus Island” after Christopher Columbus’s stopover, increasing the blending of populations. In the 20th century, many Gomeros emigrated to Cuba and other Latin American countries in search of a better life, bringing back a mix of cultures and traits quite palpable in today’s Gomeran culture. It is, however, in La Gomera that the vestiges of Guanche culture seem to have left the most traces, in the language, gastronomy, social practices... Moreover, most Gomeros, especially in remote villages, have a particular identifiable type and proudly claim their ancestral roots, even making La Gomera a bit exotic in the eyes of other Canarians.
Perhaps that’s why it has never really wanted to develop its tourist infrastructure too much. If we set aside the tourists who visit for the day by bus or boat from Tenerife on a marked itinerary (and whom we ultimately rarely encounter), La Gomera has remained a hidden gem, a destination focused on nature discovery that attracts hikers, nature-loving divers, and scientists for its fauna and flora, and to a lesser extent, beachgoers who don’t seek overly developed coastlines. Tourist activity is therefore limited. Roughly speaking, you’ll find a majority of Spaniards, including a substantial number of residents from other Canary Islands, many Germans who have a particular fondness for La Gomera and spend long stays there or own second homes, to the point that the German cultural footprint is clearly noticeable in some places (it’s said to be Angela Merkel’s favorite holiday spot), and still quite a few French. The presence of other nationalities seemed negligible to us. Most travelers come mainly for hiking, but it’s also a prime spot for whale watching. Additionally, the seaside resorts of La Gomera—San Sebastián, Santiago, and especially Valle Gran Rey—are well-known destinations for hippies, especially German ones, ranging from chic boho hippies to old-school hippies who’ve been there for decades, quite similar to those you’d meet in India in Goa, Rishikesh, or Paharganj. Thus, practices like naturism, vegetarianism, and local organic production are quite well established in some areas.
Some practical info: - The round-trip flight from Paris to Tenerife cost us 365 € per person (outbound with Transavia, return with EasyJet), including checked luggage and three seats reserved side by side. - We chose two bases to explore the island: one week in Valle Gran Rey, reputed to be the most pleasant of the three seaside resorts, and one week in Hermigua, more mountainous and close to the natural park. We booked two houses with balconies and views: the first at 120 € per night, the second at 99 €. - The round-trip ferry between Tenerife and La Gomera cost us 270 € with the company Baleària Canarias, including discounts for children aged 4 and 12, but I don’t have the exact details. It was a bit cheaper than with the other company, Fred Olsen. - Finally, we rented a car through the agency Cicar for 360 € for 16 days, which comes to 22.50 € per day. - Apart from that, we didn’t plan anything and decided the day before or even the morning of what we wanted to do. We didn’t invest in any paper guide on the Canaries, as information on La Gomera was scarce, but we used the very comprehensive site La Gomera Travel, a travel guide published by the Canary Islands Tourism Council, a real goldmine of almost exhaustive information on the island.
Alright, off we go for 16 days of adventure discovering La Gomera!

And we start the trip with music!
We start the trip with music!
When we started looking for a summer destination a few months ago, our first criterion was to avoid extreme heat and heatwaves. We had already been to Norway two years ago and are considering going back in the future for other occasions. So, we had some fun asking ChatGPT which destinations enjoyed a mild climate during the summer without going too far. Among the list provided by the AI were the Canary Islands... The idea of a place we wouldn’t have thought of first, both not too far away and exotic enough, appealed to us: “Hmm, why not?”
This destination had never really attracted me, though Magali was a bit more interested. Five years earlier, COVID had caused a short break in my professional activity, and I had planned a trip because the flight price was attractive, and I was looking for a destination different from what usually appeals to me, more than out of deep interest. From a distance and with a social judgment I acknowledge (it’s not great, but it’s not completely wrong), I had the image of a destination for party-goers enjoying the sun without the slightest interest in local culture, with concrete coastlines and denatured landscapes—everything I detest the most. Still, I had done some quick research on the different islands and spotted Lanzarote for its beautiful volcanic landscapes, hiking trails, beaches, and the impression of a good balance between activity and fewer crowds than Tenerife or Gran Canaria. Then I dropped the idea of going, without ever reconsidering traveling to the Canaries...
Until now! Because we started researching the different islands of the archipelago to see which ones might appeal to us the most. It was La Gomera, the third smallest island of the archipelago, more praised for its hiking trails and preserved nature than for its beaches, away from mass tourism (fifty times fewer tourists than Tenerife) but still a bit more developed than its wild neighbor El Hierro, that caught our attention. Contrary to what might be suggested later, I’m not at all addicted to AI, but I use it from time to time to synthesize quick research or simply for experimentation. Since ChatGPT had started anticipating my tastes lately as if it had become my buddy (often successfully, sometimes off the mark), I asked which Canary Island would suit me best for a trip with my family. The tool answered first with... La Gomera. So, I tested it and teased it a bit to see if this suggestion was well-founded, as the method sometimes makes it contradict itself. But no luck: “You’d appreciate the wild nature of El Hierro, but with family, you’ll find little activity for the kids. You won’t like the touristy vibe of the big islands like Tenerife, Gran Canaria, Lanzarote, and Fuerteventura. You could consider La Palma, but it’s really La Gomera that will suit you best, based on your interests and the criteria given.” So, we dug deeper into our research and were convinced without a shadow of a doubt that this island was the one waiting for us.
Without knowing it, we had Canarians in our circle who revealed their origins when they heard about our travel plans. One from Tenerife insisted we’d be better off choosing Tenerife (obviously...) because it also has preserved spots and that La Gomera, “you can explore it in two or three days, you’ll get bored quickly...” The other, a colleague from Gran Canaria who had never visited La Gomera, still recommended it without hesitation because it turned out her parents had just gone there on vacation: they loved it and had encountered few tourists. She also tended to think this destination was usually the subject of short stays, but according to what her parents told her, taking your time there was also a great idea. However, in our research, the idea that La Gomera is an island you can explore in three or four days max kept coming up. So, we considered combining its visit with La Palma or El Hierro, the other two that caught our eye. But hopping between islands by ferry represents a significant budget for non-Canarians, even more so for a family of four. Then, scrutinizing Google Maps, it seemed obvious that two weeks were too short to discover two islands as they deserve, and that there seemed to be plenty to see in La Gomera, given its very unique culture. After all, we read that some people spend several months a year there, others never even leave... Finally, these landscapes and this atmosphere, which seemed to us a mix of Europe, North Africa, and Latin America, tempted us. So, it would be two weeks in La Gomera, deal!
La Gomera is therefore the second... well, the third smallest island of the Canaries since La Graciosa was recently recognized as a fully inhabited island. It has the shape of a rough circle about 20 to 25 kilometers in diameter and has just over 20,000 inhabitants, half of them in its capital, San Sebastián de la Gomera, the only real town. Like its Canarian sisters, La Gomera is a volcanic formation that rose about 10 million years ago. The island is very mountainous and rugged, covered with red and black rocky landscapes. Geological activity has shaped, between the sprawling massifs that end in steep cliffs in the ocean, six coastal valleys with tropical vegetation that have favored human settlement. They divide the island like slices of a cake; from the north clockwise: the agricultural Vallehermoso, the rustic Agulo, the green, humid, and fertile Hermigua, the sunny capital San Sebastián de la Gomera, the southern and isolated Alajeró-Santiago, and the seaside Valle Gran Rey. They constitute the six municipalities (more like cantons to our French understanding) of the territory.
The large solidified magma massifs that shape the heart of the island have created a large depression more protected from the sun at its center, allowing the growth of a vast laurel forest, today grouped within the Garajonay National Park, La Gomera’s green lung, which has earned it the status of a World Biosphere Reserve. Its completely European appearance contrasts sharply with the rocky and tropical landscapes of the rest of the island. Thus, the climate varies greatly from one point to another on the island: in summer, you can quickly go from a dry and sunny valley at 35°C to a humid forest area at altitude at 18°C.La Gomera was populated late. As with the rest of the Canaries, human presence is thought to have begun about 2,000 years ago. Groups of animist Berbers, probably fleeing persecution, gradually populated the archipelago, especially the western islands and La Gomera, becoming its small aboriginal population: the Guanches (or later Gomeros). The animist and pastoral civilization of the Guanches thrived until the Spanish takeover in the 15th century, which, after a short period of harmony and mixing with the indigenous people, suddenly ended in bloodshed... La Gomera later became the “Columbus Island” after Christopher Columbus’s stopover, increasing the blending of populations. In the 20th century, many Gomeros emigrated to Cuba and other Latin American countries in search of a better life, bringing back a mix of cultures and traits quite palpable in today’s Gomeran culture. It is, however, in La Gomera that the vestiges of Guanche culture seem to have left the most traces, in the language, gastronomy, social practices... Moreover, most Gomeros, especially in remote villages, have a particular identifiable type and proudly claim their ancestral roots, even making La Gomera a bit exotic in the eyes of other Canarians.
Perhaps that’s why it has never really wanted to develop its tourist infrastructure too much. If we set aside the tourists who visit for the day by bus or boat from Tenerife on a marked itinerary (and whom we ultimately rarely encounter), La Gomera has remained a hidden gem, a destination focused on nature discovery that attracts hikers, nature-loving divers, and scientists for its fauna and flora, and to a lesser extent, beachgoers who don’t seek overly developed coastlines. Tourist activity is therefore limited. Roughly speaking, you’ll find a majority of Spaniards, including a substantial number of residents from other Canary Islands, many Germans who have a particular fondness for La Gomera and spend long stays there or own second homes, to the point that the German cultural footprint is clearly noticeable in some places (it’s said to be Angela Merkel’s favorite holiday spot), and still quite a few French. The presence of other nationalities seemed negligible to us. Most travelers come mainly for hiking, but it’s also a prime spot for whale watching. Additionally, the seaside resorts of La Gomera—San Sebastián, Santiago, and especially Valle Gran Rey—are well-known destinations for hippies, especially German ones, ranging from chic boho hippies to old-school hippies who’ve been there for decades, quite similar to those you’d meet in India in Goa, Rishikesh, or Paharganj. Thus, practices like naturism, vegetarianism, and local organic production are quite well established in some areas.
Some practical info: - The round-trip flight from Paris to Tenerife cost us 365 € per person (outbound with Transavia, return with EasyJet), including checked luggage and three seats reserved side by side. - We chose two bases to explore the island: one week in Valle Gran Rey, reputed to be the most pleasant of the three seaside resorts, and one week in Hermigua, more mountainous and close to the natural park. We booked two houses with balconies and views: the first at 120 € per night, the second at 99 €. - The round-trip ferry between Tenerife and La Gomera cost us 270 € with the company Baleària Canarias, including discounts for children aged 4 and 12, but I don’t have the exact details. It was a bit cheaper than with the other company, Fred Olsen. - Finally, we rented a car through the agency Cicar for 360 € for 16 days, which comes to 22.50 € per day. - Apart from that, we didn’t plan anything and decided the day before or even the morning of what we wanted to do. We didn’t invest in any paper guide on the Canaries, as information on La Gomera was scarce, but we used the very comprehensive site La Gomera Travel, a travel guide published by the Canary Islands Tourism Council, a real goldmine of almost exhaustive information on the island.
Alright, off we go for 16 days of adventure discovering La Gomera!

And we start the trip with music!
We start the trip with music!
Come along, I'm taking you to this country where it's so nice to wander and slow down...This trip was in 2023, but when I wanted to write my travel journal, VF was still closed to contributions... So, now that I've just finished my Japan travel journal here, I figured it was high time to honor this destination we came back from so enchanted. Disclaimer 1: This is a written travel journal. There’ll be text! Too much, for some! Disclaimer 2: This is an illustrated travel journal. There’ll be photos! Too many, for some!
I have to say, every time I try to discipline myself, to keep it shorter, to include fewer photos... I end up adding more. It feels like my dear Aunt Nicole, who exhausted us with her slide-show evenings in the 70s/80s, decided to take her revenge. The upside for you, readers, is that you can slip away anytime without offending Aunt Nicole. I won’t even notice!
Anyway, since I love maps, here’s one to give you an idea of where I’m taking you. As you can see, we only saw a tiny part of Laos (the areas circled in red); we only had 3 weeks for ourselves (my husband’s newly retired, I still work), and we prefer taking our time over rushing around like crazy.

In broad strokes, it was very classic:
First, we “settled in” at Luang Prabang (8 days), because we wanted and needed to. From there, we took three days to venture a little further north—not far in kilometers, but as we know, distances aren’t just about km! Then we flew south to Paksé, letting ourselves drift down to the 4,000 Islands while stopping by the pre-Angkorian archaeological sites. We wrapped up with the Bolaven Plateau.
A few practical notes: We arrived via Bangkok, then took a Bangkok-Luang Prabang flight, having picked up our luggage in Bangkok to check it in for Luang Prabang. No issues—the Bangkok airport, which many of you know, is very well organized. We got our visas on arrival in Luang Prabang. Quick, but to be fair, we were on a “small” plane, and the big flights had arrived earlier, so we weren’t too crowded in line! At the end of our trip, we didn’t fly out of Paksé but from the nearby airport in Thailand, Ubon Ratchathani (a 2.5-hour drive from Paksé), then Bangkok and Paris. You’ll notice we skipped Vientiane to stay longer in Luang Prabang. That said, there’s now a high-speed train between Vientiane and Luang Prabang—good to know—and soon the (Chinese) train will go all the way to Bangkok and even Kuala Lumpur!
With that intro out of the way, let’s dive into the heart of the matter. To be continued: Slowing down the pace... in Luang Prabang
From Southern Shikoku, between land and sea, to the blue waters of Miyakojima and finally Tokyo’s megacity
Hi everyone,
I have to admit, I really hesitated before deciding to write this travel journal... Writing one takes a lot of time and energy, and since this is my 4th trip, I wondered if it would actually interest anyone other than myself (both for the discovery and the writing). But after a few "Are you going to write a journal?" requests and especially the renewed pleasure from reading other travelers’ travel journals about Japan or elsewhere on this forum or elsewhere, I’ve decided to share this 4th installment in the Land of the Rising Sun here.
The itinerary: 27 full days, from late May to late June 2025, right in the middle of the rainy season, including:
-->13 days in Shikoku, from Kochi (Kochi Prefecture) to Matsuyama (Ehime Prefecture)

-->7 days in Miyakojima (Okinawa Prefecture)

-->7 days in Tokyo

The trip was decided on fairly last-minute this year, as usual.
I regularly check flight prices to track fluctuations for this destination, even without concrete plans. Finding a slightly cheaper direct flight (900 €) than what I’d seen in previous months (around 1,200–1,400 € on average) for a Paris-Tokyo route with Japanese airline ANA was too tempting to resist the urge to return to this enchanting country. After long hesitations between exploring the San’in region (Matsue, Tottori, Yamaguchi) and southern Shikoku, the decision was made—I took the plunge! The tickets are booked: Paris to Kochi with a layover in Tokyo, all with ANA, the airline I’d been dreaming of... for 1,120 € per person. Okay, it’s not cheap, but it’s still better than in 2023.
We leave in 2 weeks!! Now it’s just a matter of getting everything ready!
Intense work ahead in these 2 weeks to:
finalize a more precise itinerary and reach an agreement—yep, because even though we both love Japan, our preferences differ slightly, and we have to choose between exploring new places or taking time to revisit beloved spots... decide how much time to spend in each selected area without rushing while still exploring research places that might interest us and watch videos about Japan book accommodations: yes, it’s possible to do this on the spot as we go, but last year, we noticed that last-minute options were pretty expensive, so we’re booking ahead—even if it means keeping a few options open while we decide or see if better deals pop up later reserve rental cars order yen check the weather regularly and wonder if choosing the *tsuyu* (rainy season) was really a good idea—and whether we’ll be stuck in non-stop rain???
What a tough job, right? Traveling to Japan for a month—such a hard life! Despite this being my 4th trip, the excitement is just as intense as the first time.
The only small downside is that when we booked the flight tickets, there were only a few seats left, so we’re only sitting together on the international return flight. Plus, on the outbound flight, we’ve got the middle seats. Another lingering question: what French-language films will be available? According to the internet, the selection seems limited. Oh well, these are just minor details—it’s almost time to fly!
PS: I’ll be posting slowly and irregularly... so for those interested, be patient or maybe set an alert...
Hi everyone,
I have to admit, I really hesitated before deciding to write this travel journal... Writing one takes a lot of time and energy, and since this is my 4th trip, I wondered if it would actually interest anyone other than myself (both for the discovery and the writing). But after a few "Are you going to write a journal?" requests and especially the renewed pleasure from reading other travelers’ travel journals about Japan or elsewhere on this forum or elsewhere, I’ve decided to share this 4th installment in the Land of the Rising Sun here.
The itinerary: 27 full days, from late May to late June 2025, right in the middle of the rainy season, including:
-->13 days in Shikoku, from Kochi (Kochi Prefecture) to Matsuyama (Ehime Prefecture)

-->7 days in Miyakojima (Okinawa Prefecture)

-->7 days in Tokyo

The trip was decided on fairly last-minute this year, as usual.
I regularly check flight prices to track fluctuations for this destination, even without concrete plans. Finding a slightly cheaper direct flight (900 €) than what I’d seen in previous months (around 1,200–1,400 € on average) for a Paris-Tokyo route with Japanese airline ANA was too tempting to resist the urge to return to this enchanting country. After long hesitations between exploring the San’in region (Matsue, Tottori, Yamaguchi) and southern Shikoku, the decision was made—I took the plunge! The tickets are booked: Paris to Kochi with a layover in Tokyo, all with ANA, the airline I’d been dreaming of... for 1,120 € per person. Okay, it’s not cheap, but it’s still better than in 2023.
We leave in 2 weeks!! Now it’s just a matter of getting everything ready!
Intense work ahead in these 2 weeks to:
finalize a more precise itinerary and reach an agreement—yep, because even though we both love Japan, our preferences differ slightly, and we have to choose between exploring new places or taking time to revisit beloved spots... decide how much time to spend in each selected area without rushing while still exploring research places that might interest us and watch videos about Japan book accommodations: yes, it’s possible to do this on the spot as we go, but last year, we noticed that last-minute options were pretty expensive, so we’re booking ahead—even if it means keeping a few options open while we decide or see if better deals pop up later reserve rental cars order yen check the weather regularly and wonder if choosing the *tsuyu* (rainy season) was really a good idea—and whether we’ll be stuck in non-stop rain???
What a tough job, right? Traveling to Japan for a month—such a hard life! Despite this being my 4th trip, the excitement is just as intense as the first time.
The only small downside is that when we booked the flight tickets, there were only a few seats left, so we’re only sitting together on the international return flight. Plus, on the outbound flight, we’ve got the middle seats. Another lingering question: what French-language films will be available? According to the internet, the selection seems limited. Oh well, these are just minor details—it’s almost time to fly!
PS: I’ll be posting slowly and irregularly... so for those interested, be patient or maybe set an alert...
Hi everyone, I’m Patrick, 67 years old, a seasoned traveler (already 22 trips outside Europe).
In autumn 2025, I took my first 3-week trip to Japan, with stops in Tokyo, Kamakura, Matsumoto, Kamikochi, Takayama, Kanazawa, Kyoto, Nara, Osaka, Koyasan, Tokyo again, and Nikko.
I wanted to go back in May 2026 and explore some lesser-known places to complement my first trip.
Last year, there were four of us traveling together to discover Japan (a fairly classic itinerary). This time, I’ll be traveling solo for part of the trip and with a couple of French friends for the rest.
The weather was gorgeous in May, averaging around 25°C, with two very hot days in Kyoto and only two rainy days.
As usual, I organized everything myself, gathering plenty of information from various sites, including this one.
Transportation: An ICOCA card is essential. I got a 5-day Kansai-Hiroshima pass because I took the shinkansen between Hiroshima and Osaka three times, and it paid for itself quickly.
Accommodations: Mostly through Booking. No issues at all. Average cost was 46 € per night.
Meals: For breakfast, I alternated between buying food at a konbini to eat in my room or on the train and grabbing something at local cafés. For lunch and dinner, I tried to vary my meals as much as possible—lots of sashimi, sushi, and ramen. Okonomiyaki in Osaka and Hiroshima. Oysters in every form (raw, grilled, fried) in Onomichi and Hiroshima. A variety of seafood (shrimp, shellfish) in Hiroshima and Matsumoto. Fish whose names often escaped me, but notably mackerel and eel (unagi). Tempura and gyoza. Chicken skewers (yakitori) and one teppanyaki meal. One omakase meal (9 different dishes). In the end, not much meat aside from a few yakitori skewers. No splurges on super expensive wagyu or Kobe beef. Average dinner cost: 4,800 yen, drinks included.
The Itinerary: Day 1: Departure from Brussels Day 2: Arrival in Osaka Day 3: To Himeji, then Kurashiki Day 4: To Fukuyama, then Tomo no Ura, then Onomichi Day 5: Cycling the Shimanami Kaido Day 6: To Takahara, then Hiroshima Day 7: To Kyoto to attend the Aoi Matsuri parade Day 8: To Miyajima Day 9: Hiroshima, then Kyoto Day 10: Southern Kyoto Day 11: Northern Kyoto Day 12: Final day in Kyoto, then to Nagatsugawa Day 13: Start of the Nakasendo Trail (Magome to Tsumago) Day 14: Second day of the trail (Kiso Fukushima) Day 15: Third day of the trail (Narai), then Matsumoto Day 16: To Mt. Fuji (Kawaguchiko) Day 17: To Tokyo Day 18: Excursion to Enoshima and Kamakura Day 19: Flight home, with a 10-hour layover in Hong Kong Day 20: Arrival in Brussels
Transportation: An ICOCA card is essential. I got a 5-day Kansai-Hiroshima pass because I took the shinkansen between Hiroshima and Osaka three times, and it paid for itself quickly.
Accommodations: Mostly through Booking. No issues at all. Average cost was 46 € per night.
Meals: For breakfast, I alternated between buying food at a konbini to eat in my room or on the train and grabbing something at local cafés. For lunch and dinner, I tried to vary my meals as much as possible—lots of sashimi, sushi, and ramen. Okonomiyaki in Osaka and Hiroshima. Oysters in every form (raw, grilled, fried) in Onomichi and Hiroshima. A variety of seafood (shrimp, shellfish) in Hiroshima and Matsumoto. Fish whose names often escaped me, but notably mackerel and eel (unagi). Tempura and gyoza. Chicken skewers (yakitori) and one teppanyaki meal. One omakase meal (9 different dishes). In the end, not much meat aside from a few yakitori skewers. No splurges on super expensive wagyu or Kobe beef. Average dinner cost: 4,800 yen, drinks included.
The Itinerary: Day 1: Departure from Brussels Day 2: Arrival in Osaka Day 3: To Himeji, then Kurashiki Day 4: To Fukuyama, then Tomo no Ura, then Onomichi Day 5: Cycling the Shimanami Kaido Day 6: To Takahara, then Hiroshima Day 7: To Kyoto to attend the Aoi Matsuri parade Day 8: To Miyajima Day 9: Hiroshima, then Kyoto Day 10: Southern Kyoto Day 11: Northern Kyoto Day 12: Final day in Kyoto, then to Nagatsugawa Day 13: Start of the Nakasendo Trail (Magome to Tsumago) Day 14: Second day of the trail (Kiso Fukushima) Day 15: Third day of the trail (Narai), then Matsumoto Day 16: To Mt. Fuji (Kawaguchiko) Day 17: To Tokyo Day 18: Excursion to Enoshima and Kamakura Day 19: Flight home, with a 10-hour layover in Hong Kong Day 20: Arrival in Brussels
Before Our Departure
Preparing for this trip started 9 months before our departure in June. For those planning a similar itinerary, it’s important to book accommodations well in advance, especially in the Okavango and Savuti campsites—otherwise, you might not find any availability.
Introduction After visiting Zambia three years ago and Namibia and western Botswana a year and a half ago, this year we chose Zimbabwe (Hwange NP) and the northern half of Botswana. Our flight from Paris was to Victoria Falls with Ethiopian Airlines, with a layover in Addis Ababa. We rented a 4x4 from Bushlore in Kasane, complete with two rooftop tents since there are four of us on this adventure. Bushlore picked us up from our guesthouse to collect our 4x4 and, most importantly, gave us a rundown of the vehicle and its equipment. Pay close attention to what they tell you—it could be crucial if something goes wrong, as it did for us during the trip.
Our Itinerary We arrived on June 12th at noon. At Victoria Falls Airport, we got our double-entry visa right away—I’d already pre-booked it online on the site https://www.evisa.gov.zw/. Since our vehicle was in Botswana, we had to cross the border from Victoria Falls into Botswana for the first time. The next morning, Bushlore picked us up from our guesthouse to collect our 4x4. After completing the formalities, we headed toward Zimbabwe and the town of Victoria Falls. We woke up early the next morning to be at Victoria Falls at sunrise. The scenery was stunning, but since it was the start of the dry season, the Zambezi was still high, so the falls had a strong flow. This made it hard to fully appreciate their beauty. In the early afternoon, we left for Hwange NP, where we stayed for 4 days. Two days at Gwango campsite near Dete, followed by two days at Robins Camp. We expected to see more animals at Robins, but that wasn’t the case. In Hwange, we didn’t spot any predators, but we did see plenty of mammals (buffalo, elephants, giraffes, zebras, and antelopes). After a few days in Zimbabwe, we crossed back into Botswana at Pandamatenga. We stopped at Nata Lodge for a good night’s rest—driving on the dirt roads is exhausting. We left Nata and headed toward Nxai Pan. The road was sandy but manageable. We made a small detour to admire some beautiful baobabs at "Baines Baobabs." Then we continued to our campsite, Nxai Pan South Camp. Keep in mind that many campsites in Botswana aren’t fenced (except for the shower/toilet areas), so animals can roam freely within the camp. Take precautions, especially after dark. After our stop in Nxai Pan, we headed to Maun. We decided to break our journey in Maun before heading to Moremi and the Okavango Delta for three reasons: first, we needed to stock up on supplies and fuel for the next 5 days; second, our fridge had broken (luckily, Bushlore has a branch in Maun); and third, the drive from Nxai to our camp in Xakanaxa in the delta would’ve taken too long. I always avoid driving after dark. We arrived at our Xakanaxa camp on June 21st in the early afternoon. Not wanting to waste time, we booked a boat ride on the Okavango Delta, leaving at 4:00 PM for a 2-hour sunset cruise. For those interested, to the right of the Xakanaxa X1 site, there’s a sign for boat rides. The organizer is very professional and offers prices that are nothing like those of the lodges. It was a beautiful ride through the delta with a stunning sunset. Being on a boat is much more relaxing than driving on the dirt roads. That didn’t stop us from doing self-drive safaris the next morning and late afternoon, though.
Then came the time to leave the delta and head toward Savuti, a much drier region. And that’s when the toughest part of our trip began. First, we decided to go up via Khwai. The rainy season was over, but the area was still marshy. We had to cross a few small water patches, testing the depth to make sure we could get through. Luckily, a sign on the road pointed us toward a drier route. We reached Khwai without any issues, but then we made a major mistake. Instead of taking the main track toward Mababe Gate to reach Savuti Camp, we took a straight path north and then a right turn to get to our camp. Bad call—we got stuck in the sand, with one rear wheel buried halfway and a front wheel off the ground. We were genuinely scared we wouldn’t get out, especially since we were on a deserted track, 20 kilometers from our destination, with night falling in two hours. This is where paying attention to the vehicle instructions really paid off—we had to use the jack to get out of the mess. The result: we arrived at Savuti campsite just before dark (Distance: 146.3 km, Duration: 9 hours, 56 minutes, and 3 seconds, Average speed: 14.7 km/h, tracked with Osmand). At reception, the staff couldn’t understand how we’d gotten there—we hadn’t passed through any of Savuti’s reserve entry gates.
The next morning, no one felt like driving, so we did a game drive with a guide. I don’t know if it was some kind of reward, but the outing was amazing. We saw three lions and, best of all, a pack of African wild dogs that we had time to admire and photograph. The next day, we did a short self-drive and found one of the lions from the day before drinking at a waterhole. That was the end of our Savuti adventure.
Now we’re heading to Kasane. We returned our vehicle and settled in for our last two nights there. The next morning, since we no longer had a car, we decided to do one last early-morning game drive in Chobe NP. It turned out great—we followed two brother lions and saw plenty of other mammals. The only downside of Chobe is the number of tourists, which was a change from the other parks we’d visited. That said, we’re tourists too, so... In the evening, we took one last boat ride on the Chobe River to end on a high note with a beautiful sunset.
After a good night’s sleep and plenty of wonderful memories, landscapes, animals, and emotions, it was time to leave. We left early in the morning with the same taxi company as before to cross the border into Zimbabwe one last time and head to the airport, where we took off to return to France.
Introduction After visiting Zambia three years ago and Namibia and western Botswana a year and a half ago, this year we chose Zimbabwe (Hwange NP) and the northern half of Botswana. Our flight from Paris was to Victoria Falls with Ethiopian Airlines, with a layover in Addis Ababa. We rented a 4x4 from Bushlore in Kasane, complete with two rooftop tents since there are four of us on this adventure. Bushlore picked us up from our guesthouse to collect our 4x4 and, most importantly, gave us a rundown of the vehicle and its equipment. Pay close attention to what they tell you—it could be crucial if something goes wrong, as it did for us during the trip.
Our Itinerary We arrived on June 12th at noon. At Victoria Falls Airport, we got our double-entry visa right away—I’d already pre-booked it online on the site https://www.evisa.gov.zw/. Since our vehicle was in Botswana, we had to cross the border from Victoria Falls into Botswana for the first time. The next morning, Bushlore picked us up from our guesthouse to collect our 4x4. After completing the formalities, we headed toward Zimbabwe and the town of Victoria Falls. We woke up early the next morning to be at Victoria Falls at sunrise. The scenery was stunning, but since it was the start of the dry season, the Zambezi was still high, so the falls had a strong flow. This made it hard to fully appreciate their beauty. In the early afternoon, we left for Hwange NP, where we stayed for 4 days. Two days at Gwango campsite near Dete, followed by two days at Robins Camp. We expected to see more animals at Robins, but that wasn’t the case. In Hwange, we didn’t spot any predators, but we did see plenty of mammals (buffalo, elephants, giraffes, zebras, and antelopes). After a few days in Zimbabwe, we crossed back into Botswana at Pandamatenga. We stopped at Nata Lodge for a good night’s rest—driving on the dirt roads is exhausting. We left Nata and headed toward Nxai Pan. The road was sandy but manageable. We made a small detour to admire some beautiful baobabs at "Baines Baobabs." Then we continued to our campsite, Nxai Pan South Camp. Keep in mind that many campsites in Botswana aren’t fenced (except for the shower/toilet areas), so animals can roam freely within the camp. Take precautions, especially after dark. After our stop in Nxai Pan, we headed to Maun. We decided to break our journey in Maun before heading to Moremi and the Okavango Delta for three reasons: first, we needed to stock up on supplies and fuel for the next 5 days; second, our fridge had broken (luckily, Bushlore has a branch in Maun); and third, the drive from Nxai to our camp in Xakanaxa in the delta would’ve taken too long. I always avoid driving after dark. We arrived at our Xakanaxa camp on June 21st in the early afternoon. Not wanting to waste time, we booked a boat ride on the Okavango Delta, leaving at 4:00 PM for a 2-hour sunset cruise. For those interested, to the right of the Xakanaxa X1 site, there’s a sign for boat rides. The organizer is very professional and offers prices that are nothing like those of the lodges. It was a beautiful ride through the delta with a stunning sunset. Being on a boat is much more relaxing than driving on the dirt roads. That didn’t stop us from doing self-drive safaris the next morning and late afternoon, though.
Then came the time to leave the delta and head toward Savuti, a much drier region. And that’s when the toughest part of our trip began. First, we decided to go up via Khwai. The rainy season was over, but the area was still marshy. We had to cross a few small water patches, testing the depth to make sure we could get through. Luckily, a sign on the road pointed us toward a drier route. We reached Khwai without any issues, but then we made a major mistake. Instead of taking the main track toward Mababe Gate to reach Savuti Camp, we took a straight path north and then a right turn to get to our camp. Bad call—we got stuck in the sand, with one rear wheel buried halfway and a front wheel off the ground. We were genuinely scared we wouldn’t get out, especially since we were on a deserted track, 20 kilometers from our destination, with night falling in two hours. This is where paying attention to the vehicle instructions really paid off—we had to use the jack to get out of the mess. The result: we arrived at Savuti campsite just before dark (Distance: 146.3 km, Duration: 9 hours, 56 minutes, and 3 seconds, Average speed: 14.7 km/h, tracked with Osmand). At reception, the staff couldn’t understand how we’d gotten there—we hadn’t passed through any of Savuti’s reserve entry gates.
The next morning, no one felt like driving, so we did a game drive with a guide. I don’t know if it was some kind of reward, but the outing was amazing. We saw three lions and, best of all, a pack of African wild dogs that we had time to admire and photograph. The next day, we did a short self-drive and found one of the lions from the day before drinking at a waterhole. That was the end of our Savuti adventure.
Now we’re heading to Kasane. We returned our vehicle and settled in for our last two nights there. The next morning, since we no longer had a car, we decided to do one last early-morning game drive in Chobe NP. It turned out great—we followed two brother lions and saw plenty of other mammals. The only downside of Chobe is the number of tourists, which was a change from the other parks we’d visited. That said, we’re tourists too, so... In the evening, we took one last boat ride on the Chobe River to end on a high note with a beautiful sunset.
After a good night’s sleep and plenty of wonderful memories, landscapes, animals, and emotions, it was time to leave. We left early in the morning with the same taxi company as before to cross the border into Zimbabwe one last time and head to the airport, where we took off to return to France.
Day 1 – February 14
We all have two lives. And the second one kicks off the day you realize you only have one, with the determination to spend the time you have left on what truly adds sparkle to your life, Kevin! I like to elegantly introduce a trip with a philosophical quote. First, it gives you the illusion that I’m some kind of deep thinker, and second, it lets me fill up the first few lines of my blank page when I don’t know how to tell you I’m diving back into what really lights up my life: another adventure beyond the horizon! And nearly every other year, like a toxic relationship, my horizon tends to take shape in Uncle Sam’s backyard. And this, despite his cousin Donald calling the shots. Speaking of which, it was partly that impulsive guy who pushed us to be just as impulsive and snag our four flight tickets at a ridiculously low price—a direct result of foreign tourism taking a hit from BetaMax’s repeated antics... Four tickets? Who are the other lucky ones? In this case, our lucky ones are actually lucky ladies: My Flo, always up for exploring the world with me on foot, camelback, or scooter, is obviously in on the fun. The other two seats went to our daughters, Sasha and Luna, both thrilled to be part of this new American adventure...
But what’s the American West like in February?... A gamble. Let’s call it Russian roulette since we’re not landing during peak weather season. That’s why we encouraged our transportation and accommodation to get cozy and produce a little camper van, so we can stay ultra-flexible in the face of any weather tantrums. We’ll be roaming in Kara the van with the motto "Follow the sun!" Bad weather? We bolt. Snow? We speed up. Sunny? We act like it was the plan all along and soak it up.
"Okay, but why keep coming back to the same corner of the globe? After ten American adventures, you must be tired of seeing the same things, right?" But I’m not crazy, you know!... The American West is like making love to your gorgeous wife over and over, always enjoying it just as much. And contrary to what you might think, the American West isn’t just the Grand Canyon, Monument Valley, Las Vegas, and Bryce Canyon. Proof is, after ten trips to the U.S., my retinas are still untouched by three-quarters of the places I scribbled on a napkin for this adventure... Oh, and add to that my wife, who I’ve easily converted to my religion, and boom... relapse is even easier! Because yes, we’ve landed in Los Angeles after a sunny flight over Greenland, still under Danish flag for now. And we’re already heading east through the XXL traffic of L.A.’s eight-lane highways, eager to dive into our first discoveries. But first, night is taking over the sky, and second, we’ve been officially awake for 24 hours, so I suggest wrapping up this intro. I’ll tell you more tomorrow morning. Sound good?


We all have two lives. And the second one kicks off the day you realize you only have one, with the determination to spend the time you have left on what truly adds sparkle to your life, Kevin! I like to elegantly introduce a trip with a philosophical quote. First, it gives you the illusion that I’m some kind of deep thinker, and second, it lets me fill up the first few lines of my blank page when I don’t know how to tell you I’m diving back into what really lights up my life: another adventure beyond the horizon! And nearly every other year, like a toxic relationship, my horizon tends to take shape in Uncle Sam’s backyard. And this, despite his cousin Donald calling the shots. Speaking of which, it was partly that impulsive guy who pushed us to be just as impulsive and snag our four flight tickets at a ridiculously low price—a direct result of foreign tourism taking a hit from BetaMax’s repeated antics... Four tickets? Who are the other lucky ones? In this case, our lucky ones are actually lucky ladies: My Flo, always up for exploring the world with me on foot, camelback, or scooter, is obviously in on the fun. The other two seats went to our daughters, Sasha and Luna, both thrilled to be part of this new American adventure...
But what’s the American West like in February?... A gamble. Let’s call it Russian roulette since we’re not landing during peak weather season. That’s why we encouraged our transportation and accommodation to get cozy and produce a little camper van, so we can stay ultra-flexible in the face of any weather tantrums. We’ll be roaming in Kara the van with the motto "Follow the sun!" Bad weather? We bolt. Snow? We speed up. Sunny? We act like it was the plan all along and soak it up.
"Okay, but why keep coming back to the same corner of the globe? After ten American adventures, you must be tired of seeing the same things, right?" But I’m not crazy, you know!... The American West is like making love to your gorgeous wife over and over, always enjoying it just as much. And contrary to what you might think, the American West isn’t just the Grand Canyon, Monument Valley, Las Vegas, and Bryce Canyon. Proof is, after ten trips to the U.S., my retinas are still untouched by three-quarters of the places I scribbled on a napkin for this adventure... Oh, and add to that my wife, who I’ve easily converted to my religion, and boom... relapse is even easier! Because yes, we’ve landed in Los Angeles after a sunny flight over Greenland, still under Danish flag for now. And we’re already heading east through the XXL traffic of L.A.’s eight-lane highways, eager to dive into our first discoveries. But first, night is taking over the sky, and second, we’ve been officially awake for 24 hours, so I suggest wrapping up this intro. I’ll tell you more tomorrow morning. Sound good?


Hello everyone!
This travel journal aims to help future travelers (well, I hope so!), since there’s so little information available about this remote archipelago. Big thanks to Lolodesiles and Ayis for answering my questions while I planned this trip!

Context This is our fourth trip to Indonesia as a couple—after Java-Bali in 2011, Flores-Komodo in 2013, and Sulawesi in 2016—each time for three weeks. It’s also our tenth trip to Southeast Asia overall.
We’re traveling like we have in previous years: with a rough itinerary that often changes based on who we meet, tips from other travelers, how tired we are, or what we’re feeling in the moment. In the Moluccas, it’ll change constantly, mostly depending on transportation.
Our only accommodation booking: the first few nights in Ambon when we arrive.
Planned route (to be refined on the spot): Ambon - Banda Islands - Lease Islands - Ternate - Tidore - Halmahera (between Sofifi and Tobelo) - Morotai and the neighboring unnamed archipelago.
Flights: Lyon-Paris-Singapore on Air France (428 € round-trip), with good meals, champagne, and wine (we like our little comforts when going on vacation 😏). Then Singapore-Jakarta-Ambon on Air Asia and Garuda. Return flight: Ternate-Jakarta-Singapore on Lion Air, with a 3-day stopover in Singapore before heading home.
Episode 1: Ambon to Banda Our guesthouse, booked two days before departure, is 45 minutes from Ambon Airport, near Natsepa Beach (northeast of Leihitu). It’s a pretty average beach—quiet on weekdays but packed on Sundays (we saw the difference). It’s lined with warungs. This rainy day helps us readjust to the atmosphere of this country we love so much.
Our “Solim Guesthouse” is a lovely house with a living/dining room and garden, costing 15 € per night for two, including a hearty breakfast. Dinner is at Gaba Gaba, a great restaurant just a short walk away, right by the water, recommended by our host. Fun fact: it’s in the Lonely Planet, and it might be the only LP-listed spot in the Moluccas that actually matches the description (the others either don’t exist or have nothing to do with what’s advertised 😠).
For the next two days, the super-friendly owner lends us his scooter. We set off to explore the coastal villages in northern Leihitu (the western part of Ambon Island, which has a weird shape).
Laundry and trucks washed in the same stream.

Liang Beach, described as the island’s most beautiful, is almost gone (climate change or something else?), but the colors are magical.
We continue 25 km toward a snorkeling spot our host recommended, taking a gorgeous, deserted little road through tiny villages in clove plantations (oh, those unforgettable scents!), stunning coves, and dense forest.

We’re greeted dozens of times with “Hello Mister”—a daily routine in the Moluccas. Every time we stop, we pose for photos to be saved on locals’ smartphones. They don’t see tourists often.

We ask for directions to the snorkeling spot (not easy—we only know basic Indonesian like *Selamat pagi*, *siang*, *sore*, and other polite phrases). Not many people know where it is (especially since we never know which village we’re in), but we eventually reach a small village that seems to be the right place. 🙂

We ask a local to take us there by boat (it’s not reachable by land).

The spot is at most 100 meters long, but the coral is in good condition (apparently not dynamited by fishermen, unlike in other parts of this beautiful country where fishing methods are destructive and nature pays the price 😠). The fish are plentiful and diverse. It’s a great start before heading to Banda. We’re happy to have the place to ourselves… though we don’t yet realize we won’t see a single tourist for the rest of the trip!
After two days of rest, we head to Tulehu Port in the morning, aiming for the Banda Islands. We know the journey is often tricky: the Pelni ferry runs twice a month but doesn’t match our dates, the 10-seat Suzi Air plane is always full (you can’t book—you have to show up on Mondays and Fridays), and it’s often canceled due to weather. So we opt for the Tuesday speedboat (which also gets canceled if there are waves or wind), with the next one on Saturday. We’re used to Indonesian ports—crowded, rusty boats, no English speakers—but we still feel lost. When I ask about the speedboat to Bandaneira, people gesture wildly, someone takes me to the “harbor office,” then tells me there’s no boat, others try to sell me tickets, and some just say, “No boat.”

Luckily, an English-speaking local approaches us and confirms the speedboat is broken. The next one will be Saturday *if* it’s fixed—otherwise, even later. 🤪 😠 We’re crushed. We came here for the Banda Islands… 🙁 We decide waiting five days for a maybe-boat isn’t an option, so we decide to head straight to North Moluccas, which was planned for later. We’re so disappointed we don’t even want to stay in the area. The Lease Islands don’t appeal to us despite what we’ve read, and Seram would deserve its own trip with its remote mountain tribes. Huge disappointment—we’d been dreaming of Banda for months, with its incredible drop-offs like Bunaken, its islands covered in nutmeg trees, etc. I’d read that Banda is in the world’s top 5, alongside Bunaken (amazing—we went in 2016), Komodo (incredible—we went in 2013), Sipadan, and another spot I’ve forgotten.
We take a taxi back to Ambon (45 minutes) to a travel agency to buy plane tickets to Ternate. There’s a daily ATR72 flight at noon—perfect timing. Ambon is the capital of South Moluccas (or Central, depending on who you ask!) with 300,000 people. The city doesn’t seem unpleasant, but we don’t stop. On the plane, there are only about ten passengers for 72 seats. The flight attendants are stunning, as always with Wings Air—clearly, they’re hired for their looks. 😊

Stopover in Bacan—a runway in the middle of coconut trees serving a tiny town—then we fly over countless volcanoes, the last one towering over Ternate.
Next episode coming soon: Ternate.
This travel journal aims to help future travelers (well, I hope so!), since there’s so little information available about this remote archipelago. Big thanks to Lolodesiles and Ayis for answering my questions while I planned this trip!

Context This is our fourth trip to Indonesia as a couple—after Java-Bali in 2011, Flores-Komodo in 2013, and Sulawesi in 2016—each time for three weeks. It’s also our tenth trip to Southeast Asia overall.
We’re traveling like we have in previous years: with a rough itinerary that often changes based on who we meet, tips from other travelers, how tired we are, or what we’re feeling in the moment. In the Moluccas, it’ll change constantly, mostly depending on transportation.
Our only accommodation booking: the first few nights in Ambon when we arrive.
Planned route (to be refined on the spot): Ambon - Banda Islands - Lease Islands - Ternate - Tidore - Halmahera (between Sofifi and Tobelo) - Morotai and the neighboring unnamed archipelago.
Flights: Lyon-Paris-Singapore on Air France (428 € round-trip), with good meals, champagne, and wine (we like our little comforts when going on vacation 😏). Then Singapore-Jakarta-Ambon on Air Asia and Garuda. Return flight: Ternate-Jakarta-Singapore on Lion Air, with a 3-day stopover in Singapore before heading home.
Episode 1: Ambon to Banda Our guesthouse, booked two days before departure, is 45 minutes from Ambon Airport, near Natsepa Beach (northeast of Leihitu). It’s a pretty average beach—quiet on weekdays but packed on Sundays (we saw the difference). It’s lined with warungs. This rainy day helps us readjust to the atmosphere of this country we love so much.

Our “Solim Guesthouse” is a lovely house with a living/dining room and garden, costing 15 € per night for two, including a hearty breakfast. Dinner is at Gaba Gaba, a great restaurant just a short walk away, right by the water, recommended by our host. Fun fact: it’s in the Lonely Planet, and it might be the only LP-listed spot in the Moluccas that actually matches the description (the others either don’t exist or have nothing to do with what’s advertised 😠).

For the next two days, the super-friendly owner lends us his scooter. We set off to explore the coastal villages in northern Leihitu (the western part of Ambon Island, which has a weird shape).
Laundry and trucks washed in the same stream.

Liang Beach, described as the island’s most beautiful, is almost gone (climate change or something else?), but the colors are magical.

We continue 25 km toward a snorkeling spot our host recommended, taking a gorgeous, deserted little road through tiny villages in clove plantations (oh, those unforgettable scents!), stunning coves, and dense forest.

We’re greeted dozens of times with “Hello Mister”—a daily routine in the Moluccas. Every time we stop, we pose for photos to be saved on locals’ smartphones. They don’t see tourists often.
We ask for directions to the snorkeling spot (not easy—we only know basic Indonesian like *Selamat pagi*, *siang*, *sore*, and other polite phrases). Not many people know where it is (especially since we never know which village we’re in), but we eventually reach a small village that seems to be the right place. 🙂

We ask a local to take us there by boat (it’s not reachable by land).

The spot is at most 100 meters long, but the coral is in good condition (apparently not dynamited by fishermen, unlike in other parts of this beautiful country where fishing methods are destructive and nature pays the price 😠). The fish are plentiful and diverse. It’s a great start before heading to Banda. We’re happy to have the place to ourselves… though we don’t yet realize we won’t see a single tourist for the rest of the trip!
After two days of rest, we head to Tulehu Port in the morning, aiming for the Banda Islands. We know the journey is often tricky: the Pelni ferry runs twice a month but doesn’t match our dates, the 10-seat Suzi Air plane is always full (you can’t book—you have to show up on Mondays and Fridays), and it’s often canceled due to weather. So we opt for the Tuesday speedboat (which also gets canceled if there are waves or wind), with the next one on Saturday. We’re used to Indonesian ports—crowded, rusty boats, no English speakers—but we still feel lost. When I ask about the speedboat to Bandaneira, people gesture wildly, someone takes me to the “harbor office,” then tells me there’s no boat, others try to sell me tickets, and some just say, “No boat.”

Luckily, an English-speaking local approaches us and confirms the speedboat is broken. The next one will be Saturday *if* it’s fixed—otherwise, even later. 🤪 😠 We’re crushed. We came here for the Banda Islands… 🙁 We decide waiting five days for a maybe-boat isn’t an option, so we decide to head straight to North Moluccas, which was planned for later. We’re so disappointed we don’t even want to stay in the area. The Lease Islands don’t appeal to us despite what we’ve read, and Seram would deserve its own trip with its remote mountain tribes. Huge disappointment—we’d been dreaming of Banda for months, with its incredible drop-offs like Bunaken, its islands covered in nutmeg trees, etc. I’d read that Banda is in the world’s top 5, alongside Bunaken (amazing—we went in 2016), Komodo (incredible—we went in 2013), Sipadan, and another spot I’ve forgotten.
We take a taxi back to Ambon (45 minutes) to a travel agency to buy plane tickets to Ternate. There’s a daily ATR72 flight at noon—perfect timing. Ambon is the capital of South Moluccas (or Central, depending on who you ask!) with 300,000 people. The city doesn’t seem unpleasant, but we don’t stop. On the plane, there are only about ten passengers for 72 seats. The flight attendants are stunning, as always with Wings Air—clearly, they’re hired for their looks. 😊

Stopover in Bacan—a runway in the middle of coconut trees serving a tiny town—then we fly over countless volcanoes, the last one towering over Ternate.
Next episode coming soon: Ternate.
Hi everyone,
With my girlfriend Christelle, we’ve chosen South Africa for our first trip to Southern Africa, focusing on safaris—after a long debate with a Cape Town/Kruger combo. But that would’ve meant cutting out St Lucia, which would’ve been harder to fit into another trip. And St Lucia—thanks to Michel and all those travel journals—we really wanted to go there.
So our 11-night itinerary ended up like this, mostly shaped by school holidays: - 3 nights in St Lucia - 1 night in Hluhluwe - 1 night at Mkhaya Game Reserve (Eswatini) - 1 night at Hlane Royal National Park (Eswatini) - 3 nights in Kruger (Berg en Dal / Satara / Tamboti) - 1 night at Shindzela Tented Camp in the Timbavati private reserve - 1 final night in Kruger at Lower Sabie
All of this in the off-season and rainy season, just a month after catastrophic floods that killed over 150 people and seriously damaged Kruger’s infrastructure.
I’ll jump straight to St Lucia and skip the loooong journey to get there (with a layover in Frankfurt, landing in Johannesburg, a domestic flight to Durban, and the rest by rental SUV—First Car Rental, perfect, no complaints).
To motivate readers—especially some familiar faces here—I’ll drop in a first photo.

With my girlfriend Christelle, we’ve chosen South Africa for our first trip to Southern Africa, focusing on safaris—after a long debate with a Cape Town/Kruger combo. But that would’ve meant cutting out St Lucia, which would’ve been harder to fit into another trip. And St Lucia—thanks to Michel and all those travel journals—we really wanted to go there.
So our 11-night itinerary ended up like this, mostly shaped by school holidays: - 3 nights in St Lucia - 1 night in Hluhluwe - 1 night at Mkhaya Game Reserve (Eswatini) - 1 night at Hlane Royal National Park (Eswatini) - 3 nights in Kruger (Berg en Dal / Satara / Tamboti) - 1 night at Shindzela Tented Camp in the Timbavati private reserve - 1 final night in Kruger at Lower Sabie
All of this in the off-season and rainy season, just a month after catastrophic floods that killed over 150 people and seriously damaged Kruger’s infrastructure.
I’ll jump straight to St Lucia and skip the loooong journey to get there (with a layover in Frankfurt, landing in Johannesburg, a domestic flight to Durban, and the rest by rental SUV—First Car Rental, perfect, no complaints).
To motivate readers—especially some familiar faces here—I’ll drop in a first photo.

Bonjour,
De retour sur le forum - et première rédaction d'un espèce de carnet de retour de notre 4ème voyage en Indo.
Contexte : une trentaine de jours, en scooter et en duo, sur Florès (et une petite incursion dans l'archipel de Solor, plus précisément à Lembata (chut, faut pas trop en parler !!!), qui donne envie d'en faire beaucoup plus là bas malgré les infrastructures sporadiques), en partie dans des destinations déjà bien connues du forum (la classique Ruteng / Bajawa / Riung / Moni voir baie de Maumere) ... et qui ne parlera pas du PN de Komodo ou de Wae Rebo, puisque nous n'y sommes pas allés 🏴☠️.
Texte en anglais (issu d'une autre plateforme). Sans nul doute, des traducteurs intelligents ou pas marcheront à merveille en cas d'anglophobie 🤪.
Disponible à toute fin utile pour des détails ou infos.
Equippement : Yam' Nmax 155 ; 2x saccoches cavalières (25L) + sac de selle (30L) + saccoche tunnel (15L pour le matos photo) ; casques et vêtements d'enduro amenés depuis la France.
Itinéraire : boucle depuis Labuan bajo jusqu'à Pulau Lembata ; juillet-août 2026
Road conditions graded from A (excellent) to D (very bad, at least for a Scooter… a CRF/KLX or even honda ADV would do better on that) D1 : Labuan Bajo – Reok via Ranggoe, Rego & Tagol (130km ; 5hrs). Section LBajo – Rego (90 km ; B) is quite good tarmac, despite a lot of elevation with many small valleys and passes. Rego – Tagol (10km ; D) is a stone road (not gravel), some ascents & very poor condition ; necessary to lower tyre pressure. Tagol – Reok port (22km, quality depends considerably from D to B). Reok port – Towncenter : B. Night @Iffah Homestay (100k for fan room, mandi attached, no breakfast), simple but clean. Notes : path to danau Sano Limbung was closed ; access to Tiwu Pai & Wae Kuli (waterfalls) not permitted in july 2026. D2 : Reok – Riung via Pota (105km ; 3h-3h30). The road is very narrow in some part, thanks to the uncut bushes (lowering visibility hence extra caution as animals/people can suddenly appear in a turn…) but generally good condition except many eroded sections and some unpaved ones. Grade C/B. 2 nights @Mentos (285k for AC room) D3 : Boat tour in Riung (booked directly with a captain, 800k for two for private boat incl. lunch and NP fees) + sunset from Watu Mitong Riung (should not be missed). D4 : Riung – Muku Saki via Mbay (around 100km ; 3h30). Quality varies from A in the vicinity of Mbay to eroded sections (C) in secluded places. Night @Sao Paolo Homestay (250k for fan room with mandi, maybe overpriced but nice house and great food). Note : if you happen to pass by Mbay on Saturday, the market is well worth a stop (cheapest Ikat on the trip : you’ll be asked normal prices providing you’re OK in Bahasa…) D5 : Muku Saki – Tanjung Kajuwulu (near Ndete) (90km, 3h). Many patholes, eroded (C). Night at Déjà Vu Homestay (220k for a matress on the floor & outside mandi/toilets ; I woud define this as a tourist trap – the quote we had for food was double priced too…) D6 : Tanjung Kajuwulu – Waiterang (east of Maumere, 55km , 1h30). Pathholes till maumere, then All good (TransFlores), C/A. Night at Sunset Cottage (new concrete room, very serene place ; 270k for AC with bathroom ; much prefered Sunset over Lena House (more customers, more built up). D7 : Waiterang – Larantuka via Boru and Eputobi (TransFlores ; grade A ; 115km / 2h40). Particularly liked the drink stalls (marked as Rest Area Eputobi) and the out of order aquatic park just before Larantuka (obyej wisata waiplatin). Night @ Dewy Onong Homestay, which is not advertising itself as Larantuka Beach Homestay as some contributor signals here and on goole maps review. Best breakfast of the trip (Cumi Cumi !!!) ; 275k for AC room with bathroom. D8 : Local Boat (Kapal Kayu) from the main port to Lembata (Lewoleba). Departure 8am ; price 60k/head + 50k for the bike. Stop enroute on Adonara (where we did not stop due to fights between communities). Night @Elmany Homestay (275k for AC room with bathroom, fan room with shared bathroom also available). Whole afternoon at Pantai Hadakewa, fantastic place (good snorkeling, great views of Ile Api aka Gn Lewotolo). Road condition : A (did not expect the TransLembata to be that good…). D9 : Loop around Ile Api (50km, 2hrs), anticlockwise. Stops enroute at Situs Tulang Paus (whale squeletton), pantai Jotona, pantai Wena (we expected to snorkel from there, but wind was very strong that day), situs Watu Nale, Selat Sonia. The western coast is far less interesting. Road conditions : bad (C) on the eastern side (up to Riangbeda), good (B/A) afterwards. Night @Elmany Homestay. D10 : Lewoleba – Lamalera via the western and south coast (70km, 2h30). Good road (B) for roughly the first 55km (up to Tapobali), then eroded track for the last 15km (in some parts steep and dangerous) up to Lamalera (D/C). Notes : 1/ Kuma resort denied us the entry for some drink ; 2/Pantai Waijarang « complex » is abandonned but closed with fences ; you can still sneak in ; 3/ some reports advise to skip Bukit Cinta (foreigner entry fee) for Bukit Doa Watomiten (stations of the cross) ; well Bukit Cinta has also been abandonned (well spent money…sic) but remains opened with structures falling (quickly) appart. Night @Lamalera Inn (200k per head including meals ; very basic fan room + attached mandi). Planned 2 nights, spent only one, as it’s the only tenant I had difficulties with (only interested in money, initially stated crazy prices, starts loud music at 6am … and drinking moke at 8am…) D11 : Trip to Wulandoni for the Barter Market (Saturday only). Bad road (C) along the coast. Had to report at the Kantor upon arrival, which quite surprisingly asked 100k per person (foreigner) to go inside the (outside) market. Other « local » tourists (a group from Jakarta) were not asked to pay. Well, since a market is a public space and not a zoo, we refused payment and enjoyed the activity from the kopi stall next to it. Returned then to Lamalera for the catches of the day, then to Lewoleba via the mountain road (45km, 2 hours). First 10km to Puor is in very bad condition and uphill (D/C). The remaining is on a newly constructed road (A). Note : Air Panas Sabutobo is abandonned and falling apart (again…) but there are still some water pipes along the river that you can enjoy (depending how lucky you are, just with the forest sounds as companion). Night @Elmany Homestay D12 : Chill day alond the northern coast (Batu Payung, Pantai Hadakewa with lot of snorkeling, drove till Wailolong and backtracked to Pantai Lewolein for more snorkeling (nice canyons there !) and another fantastic sunset over Ile Api (see GMaps pictures)). Night @Elmany Homestay D13 : Monday weekly market at Pada, southwest of Lewoleba. Renowned but honnestly dont plan any itinerary specifically for it, just an ordinary Kampung weekly market. Returned to Larantuka and Flores with the 12pm local boat (the same boat that leaves from Larantuka at 8am). Same prices as the first leg. Night @ Dewy Onong Homestay D14 : Larantuka – Waiterang along the northern coast (100km, 3h) via Pantai Kawaliwu, Tewuk Lewokluok (trail is easy to find, very nice snorkelling in a lagoon), Pantai Lato (to my opinion the most beautiful beach on Flores and you’ll be the only visitor, as opposed to Pantai Koka) and Pantai Hia, until rejoining the TransFlores near Nebe. Grade C on the costal eroded road / track. 3 nights @Lena Guesthouse (booked ahead as it fills up quickly, but we prefered its neighbour Sunset Beach Guesthouse) D15 : Snorkeling trip organised by Lena Guesthouse (200k per head excluding NP fees and lunch)). The drop-off near Pulau Babi is a very nice spot. D16 : scooter day trip around the Egon Range (too lazy to hike it…), through nice Sikka villages (route : Watublapi, Umauta, Bola, pantai Doreng, Nakatoli, foot of Gn Egon, Air panas Blidit). The track from Natakoli to the foot of Gn Egon is very steep, damaged and wet (with moss) ; I would recommend not to attempt that in case of bad weather. D17 : Waiterang – Moni (130km, 3h30, transflores grade A/B) via Pantai Koka (refused to pay the mafia entry fee…) and Jopu (some rumah Adat Lio). Stopped at Museum Bikon Blewut, south of Maumere. Very nice artefacts (especially wooden statues from Papuan, great ikat collection) although very disorganized and sadly non-visited (hence masterpieces fall into oblivion). 2 Nights @Liahz Lodge (150k for fan room, basic bathroom… but right next to Air Panas Liasembe (free, no closing time) !!!). D18 : Sunrise from Kelimutu with a nice weather (stayed until 8.30am). I don’t know if the sunrise is really worth it (lot of people ascending and watching the sunrise – a lot but nothing compared to e.g. Gn Bromo), nearly everyone going down around 7am, then there is virtually nobody. Trip (20km one way, good road B) to Kampung Adat Nggela (Lio). Although the village is habited and mostly out of the beaten path, I have mixed fillings due to the fact that most ladies (some are pushy) try to sell you (bad) pieces of ikat. D19 : Moni – Ende via Detusoko paddy fields, Kampung Adat Saga (Lio) and Puncak Ndona ; 75km 2h30. We really liked Saga (nice setting on the mountain, friendly villagers, no selling, mix between traditional and more modern houses in that lively village). Sunset from Bukit Raja, on the peninsula with a 360 view on Gn Iya, Gn Meja Kota Ende and the mountains behind. Note : at the end of the road (search for Gunung Meja Tourist Info Center), there is a (sand) track leading to the path. 1/ only intend the track if you have off road driving experience ; 2/ dont trust the walking time stated by Maps.me. Took us 45mins on a steady pace to reach the summit. Night @Hoja Homestay, 300k for a comfortable AC room with bathroom. D20 : Ende – Bajawa, via Air Panas Mengeruda ; grade A, 120km, 3 hours. Note : don’t plan to short in Mengeruda (Soa), very easy to spend a half day there, especially if playing with local kids. Stay @Cinnamon GH, 250k for double with fan and hot shower (cheaper options with shared hot shower availlable). D21 : First day in Bajawa : Watu Nari Wowo (Avatar Hill, sic…), Kampung Adat Ngada Tololela & Gurusina (very very friendly people, complementary views of Gn Inerie & Wolo Deru). Sunset from Puncak Manulalu (well… Heaven’s door Bar & Restaurant) D22 : Second day in Bajawa : Kampung Adat Ngio (hardly visited, best view on Gn Inerie), Air Panas Malanage, Kampung Adat Bena (the most visited Ngada village (after Bela ?) in the area, we went there at the end of the afternoon to avoid tours, early morning would be fine too), and Gunung Wolobobo for a terrific sunset D23 : returned to Gunung Wolobobo for sunrise with Gn Ebulobo in the distance (search for a track on the eastern slope, near the communication antenna). You can circuit the rim to the usual viewpoint (westside, sunset spot), the path is easy to find. Then took again the road to Aimere, visiting Kampung Adat Belaraghi enroute (the setting is maybe less rewarding than all the previous villages). 56km ; 1h30. The road to Belaraghi is fine, except the final part. D24 : Aimere – Ruteng (105km, 3h30). Nice detour by the paddy fields of Wodo (southwest of Golo Loni) of Sunset from Golo Curu (nice encounters with locals). Night @Tange GH, 130k for room with outside (private) bathroom, no breakfast. D25 : Surroundings of Ruteng (paddy fields north and east of ruteng ; Maps.me has funny tracks starting from Kenda), and the rather pleasant city itself (pasar, churches, lapangan). We finally skipped Liang Bua. D26 : Ruteng - Labuan Bajo (130km, 3h30). No visits of the waterfalls close to the TransFlores (entry fee (with bule prices) + mandatory guide etc…). Sunset from Bukit Hercadi with very few locals (Bukit Sylvia & Bukit Amelia, just south, were packed). 2 nights @Wellamas Homestay, away from the harbour and its advantages/disadvantages. 230k for comfortable AC room with hot shower. D27 : New road to Golo Mori Convention Center (another big money well spent…), with nice views on the strait separating Flores from Pulau Rinca. Some empty beaches (e.g. Pantai Pasir Pajang ; we were there on a weekday perhaps frequented by people from LBajo only). 30km (40 mins) one way, perhaps the fastest road of Flores… D28 : Morning on the peninsula north of Labuan Bajo before taking a flight to Jakarta in the afternoon. On Google maps, the asphalt road only goes to Teras Langit ; it now (august 2026) continues to Puncak Basok and is still in progress towards the eastern part of the peninsula. On the way back, two other nice Bukit where you can enjoy nice views on the bay (and the resorts…) : Bukit Lontar & Bukit Beta. Note : we only found one public (and nice and quiet) beach in the area ; tagged as Sunset Point Beach on Gmaps. All the rest was closed by fences ; they are privately owned (although the Indonesian consitution grants the coastline as public space).
Contexte : une trentaine de jours, en scooter et en duo, sur Florès (et une petite incursion dans l'archipel de Solor, plus précisément à Lembata (chut, faut pas trop en parler !!!), qui donne envie d'en faire beaucoup plus là bas malgré les infrastructures sporadiques), en partie dans des destinations déjà bien connues du forum (la classique Ruteng / Bajawa / Riung / Moni voir baie de Maumere) ... et qui ne parlera pas du PN de Komodo ou de Wae Rebo, puisque nous n'y sommes pas allés 🏴☠️.
Texte en anglais (issu d'une autre plateforme). Sans nul doute, des traducteurs intelligents ou pas marcheront à merveille en cas d'anglophobie 🤪.
Disponible à toute fin utile pour des détails ou infos.
Equippement : Yam' Nmax 155 ; 2x saccoches cavalières (25L) + sac de selle (30L) + saccoche tunnel (15L pour le matos photo) ; casques et vêtements d'enduro amenés depuis la France.
Itinéraire : boucle depuis Labuan bajo jusqu'à Pulau Lembata ; juillet-août 2026
Road conditions graded from A (excellent) to D (very bad, at least for a Scooter… a CRF/KLX or even honda ADV would do better on that) D1 : Labuan Bajo – Reok via Ranggoe, Rego & Tagol (130km ; 5hrs). Section LBajo – Rego (90 km ; B) is quite good tarmac, despite a lot of elevation with many small valleys and passes. Rego – Tagol (10km ; D) is a stone road (not gravel), some ascents & very poor condition ; necessary to lower tyre pressure. Tagol – Reok port (22km, quality depends considerably from D to B). Reok port – Towncenter : B. Night @Iffah Homestay (100k for fan room, mandi attached, no breakfast), simple but clean. Notes : path to danau Sano Limbung was closed ; access to Tiwu Pai & Wae Kuli (waterfalls) not permitted in july 2026. D2 : Reok – Riung via Pota (105km ; 3h-3h30). The road is very narrow in some part, thanks to the uncut bushes (lowering visibility hence extra caution as animals/people can suddenly appear in a turn…) but generally good condition except many eroded sections and some unpaved ones. Grade C/B. 2 nights @Mentos (285k for AC room) D3 : Boat tour in Riung (booked directly with a captain, 800k for two for private boat incl. lunch and NP fees) + sunset from Watu Mitong Riung (should not be missed). D4 : Riung – Muku Saki via Mbay (around 100km ; 3h30). Quality varies from A in the vicinity of Mbay to eroded sections (C) in secluded places. Night @Sao Paolo Homestay (250k for fan room with mandi, maybe overpriced but nice house and great food). Note : if you happen to pass by Mbay on Saturday, the market is well worth a stop (cheapest Ikat on the trip : you’ll be asked normal prices providing you’re OK in Bahasa…) D5 : Muku Saki – Tanjung Kajuwulu (near Ndete) (90km, 3h). Many patholes, eroded (C). Night at Déjà Vu Homestay (220k for a matress on the floor & outside mandi/toilets ; I woud define this as a tourist trap – the quote we had for food was double priced too…) D6 : Tanjung Kajuwulu – Waiterang (east of Maumere, 55km , 1h30). Pathholes till maumere, then All good (TransFlores), C/A. Night at Sunset Cottage (new concrete room, very serene place ; 270k for AC with bathroom ; much prefered Sunset over Lena House (more customers, more built up). D7 : Waiterang – Larantuka via Boru and Eputobi (TransFlores ; grade A ; 115km / 2h40). Particularly liked the drink stalls (marked as Rest Area Eputobi) and the out of order aquatic park just before Larantuka (obyej wisata waiplatin). Night @ Dewy Onong Homestay, which is not advertising itself as Larantuka Beach Homestay as some contributor signals here and on goole maps review. Best breakfast of the trip (Cumi Cumi !!!) ; 275k for AC room with bathroom. D8 : Local Boat (Kapal Kayu) from the main port to Lembata (Lewoleba). Departure 8am ; price 60k/head + 50k for the bike. Stop enroute on Adonara (where we did not stop due to fights between communities). Night @Elmany Homestay (275k for AC room with bathroom, fan room with shared bathroom also available). Whole afternoon at Pantai Hadakewa, fantastic place (good snorkeling, great views of Ile Api aka Gn Lewotolo). Road condition : A (did not expect the TransLembata to be that good…). D9 : Loop around Ile Api (50km, 2hrs), anticlockwise. Stops enroute at Situs Tulang Paus (whale squeletton), pantai Jotona, pantai Wena (we expected to snorkel from there, but wind was very strong that day), situs Watu Nale, Selat Sonia. The western coast is far less interesting. Road conditions : bad (C) on the eastern side (up to Riangbeda), good (B/A) afterwards. Night @Elmany Homestay. D10 : Lewoleba – Lamalera via the western and south coast (70km, 2h30). Good road (B) for roughly the first 55km (up to Tapobali), then eroded track for the last 15km (in some parts steep and dangerous) up to Lamalera (D/C). Notes : 1/ Kuma resort denied us the entry for some drink ; 2/Pantai Waijarang « complex » is abandonned but closed with fences ; you can still sneak in ; 3/ some reports advise to skip Bukit Cinta (foreigner entry fee) for Bukit Doa Watomiten (stations of the cross) ; well Bukit Cinta has also been abandonned (well spent money…sic) but remains opened with structures falling (quickly) appart. Night @Lamalera Inn (200k per head including meals ; very basic fan room + attached mandi). Planned 2 nights, spent only one, as it’s the only tenant I had difficulties with (only interested in money, initially stated crazy prices, starts loud music at 6am … and drinking moke at 8am…) D11 : Trip to Wulandoni for the Barter Market (Saturday only). Bad road (C) along the coast. Had to report at the Kantor upon arrival, which quite surprisingly asked 100k per person (foreigner) to go inside the (outside) market. Other « local » tourists (a group from Jakarta) were not asked to pay. Well, since a market is a public space and not a zoo, we refused payment and enjoyed the activity from the kopi stall next to it. Returned then to Lamalera for the catches of the day, then to Lewoleba via the mountain road (45km, 2 hours). First 10km to Puor is in very bad condition and uphill (D/C). The remaining is on a newly constructed road (A). Note : Air Panas Sabutobo is abandonned and falling apart (again…) but there are still some water pipes along the river that you can enjoy (depending how lucky you are, just with the forest sounds as companion). Night @Elmany Homestay D12 : Chill day alond the northern coast (Batu Payung, Pantai Hadakewa with lot of snorkeling, drove till Wailolong and backtracked to Pantai Lewolein for more snorkeling (nice canyons there !) and another fantastic sunset over Ile Api (see GMaps pictures)). Night @Elmany Homestay D13 : Monday weekly market at Pada, southwest of Lewoleba. Renowned but honnestly dont plan any itinerary specifically for it, just an ordinary Kampung weekly market. Returned to Larantuka and Flores with the 12pm local boat (the same boat that leaves from Larantuka at 8am). Same prices as the first leg. Night @ Dewy Onong Homestay D14 : Larantuka – Waiterang along the northern coast (100km, 3h) via Pantai Kawaliwu, Tewuk Lewokluok (trail is easy to find, very nice snorkelling in a lagoon), Pantai Lato (to my opinion the most beautiful beach on Flores and you’ll be the only visitor, as opposed to Pantai Koka) and Pantai Hia, until rejoining the TransFlores near Nebe. Grade C on the costal eroded road / track. 3 nights @Lena Guesthouse (booked ahead as it fills up quickly, but we prefered its neighbour Sunset Beach Guesthouse) D15 : Snorkeling trip organised by Lena Guesthouse (200k per head excluding NP fees and lunch)). The drop-off near Pulau Babi is a very nice spot. D16 : scooter day trip around the Egon Range (too lazy to hike it…), through nice Sikka villages (route : Watublapi, Umauta, Bola, pantai Doreng, Nakatoli, foot of Gn Egon, Air panas Blidit). The track from Natakoli to the foot of Gn Egon is very steep, damaged and wet (with moss) ; I would recommend not to attempt that in case of bad weather. D17 : Waiterang – Moni (130km, 3h30, transflores grade A/B) via Pantai Koka (refused to pay the mafia entry fee…) and Jopu (some rumah Adat Lio). Stopped at Museum Bikon Blewut, south of Maumere. Very nice artefacts (especially wooden statues from Papuan, great ikat collection) although very disorganized and sadly non-visited (hence masterpieces fall into oblivion). 2 Nights @Liahz Lodge (150k for fan room, basic bathroom… but right next to Air Panas Liasembe (free, no closing time) !!!). D18 : Sunrise from Kelimutu with a nice weather (stayed until 8.30am). I don’t know if the sunrise is really worth it (lot of people ascending and watching the sunrise – a lot but nothing compared to e.g. Gn Bromo), nearly everyone going down around 7am, then there is virtually nobody. Trip (20km one way, good road B) to Kampung Adat Nggela (Lio). Although the village is habited and mostly out of the beaten path, I have mixed fillings due to the fact that most ladies (some are pushy) try to sell you (bad) pieces of ikat. D19 : Moni – Ende via Detusoko paddy fields, Kampung Adat Saga (Lio) and Puncak Ndona ; 75km 2h30. We really liked Saga (nice setting on the mountain, friendly villagers, no selling, mix between traditional and more modern houses in that lively village). Sunset from Bukit Raja, on the peninsula with a 360 view on Gn Iya, Gn Meja Kota Ende and the mountains behind. Note : at the end of the road (search for Gunung Meja Tourist Info Center), there is a (sand) track leading to the path. 1/ only intend the track if you have off road driving experience ; 2/ dont trust the walking time stated by Maps.me. Took us 45mins on a steady pace to reach the summit. Night @Hoja Homestay, 300k for a comfortable AC room with bathroom. D20 : Ende – Bajawa, via Air Panas Mengeruda ; grade A, 120km, 3 hours. Note : don’t plan to short in Mengeruda (Soa), very easy to spend a half day there, especially if playing with local kids. Stay @Cinnamon GH, 250k for double with fan and hot shower (cheaper options with shared hot shower availlable). D21 : First day in Bajawa : Watu Nari Wowo (Avatar Hill, sic…), Kampung Adat Ngada Tololela & Gurusina (very very friendly people, complementary views of Gn Inerie & Wolo Deru). Sunset from Puncak Manulalu (well… Heaven’s door Bar & Restaurant) D22 : Second day in Bajawa : Kampung Adat Ngio (hardly visited, best view on Gn Inerie), Air Panas Malanage, Kampung Adat Bena (the most visited Ngada village (after Bela ?) in the area, we went there at the end of the afternoon to avoid tours, early morning would be fine too), and Gunung Wolobobo for a terrific sunset D23 : returned to Gunung Wolobobo for sunrise with Gn Ebulobo in the distance (search for a track on the eastern slope, near the communication antenna). You can circuit the rim to the usual viewpoint (westside, sunset spot), the path is easy to find. Then took again the road to Aimere, visiting Kampung Adat Belaraghi enroute (the setting is maybe less rewarding than all the previous villages). 56km ; 1h30. The road to Belaraghi is fine, except the final part. D24 : Aimere – Ruteng (105km, 3h30). Nice detour by the paddy fields of Wodo (southwest of Golo Loni) of Sunset from Golo Curu (nice encounters with locals). Night @Tange GH, 130k for room with outside (private) bathroom, no breakfast. D25 : Surroundings of Ruteng (paddy fields north and east of ruteng ; Maps.me has funny tracks starting from Kenda), and the rather pleasant city itself (pasar, churches, lapangan). We finally skipped Liang Bua. D26 : Ruteng - Labuan Bajo (130km, 3h30). No visits of the waterfalls close to the TransFlores (entry fee (with bule prices) + mandatory guide etc…). Sunset from Bukit Hercadi with very few locals (Bukit Sylvia & Bukit Amelia, just south, were packed). 2 nights @Wellamas Homestay, away from the harbour and its advantages/disadvantages. 230k for comfortable AC room with hot shower. D27 : New road to Golo Mori Convention Center (another big money well spent…), with nice views on the strait separating Flores from Pulau Rinca. Some empty beaches (e.g. Pantai Pasir Pajang ; we were there on a weekday perhaps frequented by people from LBajo only). 30km (40 mins) one way, perhaps the fastest road of Flores… D28 : Morning on the peninsula north of Labuan Bajo before taking a flight to Jakarta in the afternoon. On Google maps, the asphalt road only goes to Teras Langit ; it now (august 2026) continues to Puncak Basok and is still in progress towards the eastern part of the peninsula. On the way back, two other nice Bukit where you can enjoy nice views on the bay (and the resorts…) : Bukit Lontar & Bukit Beta. Note : we only found one public (and nice and quiet) beach in the area ; tagged as Sunset Point Beach on Gmaps. All the rest was closed by fences ; they are privately owned (although the Indonesian consitution grants the coastline as public space).
We're a family of five: one dad, one mom, and three kids aged 10, 15, and 18.
Before diving into each stop in more detail, here are a few general thoughts:
We wanted to sample a bit of everything Japan has to offer in terms of landscapes, accommodation, and transport. We were after walks, temples, restaurants, shopping, and some downtime—but no "all-inclusive experiences" or museums for this first visit.
Three medium-sized (60x42x25) canvas suitcases, plus a duffel bag and a few small backpacks. 23 kg in the hold on the way out, 60 kg on the way back. 36 kg of shopping, without even trying. I think this is the maximum suitcase size if you don’t want to stress on the Shinkansen: they fit easily in the overhead racks.
Round-trip with Cathay Pacific, layover in Hong Kong: no need to collect luggage in Hong Kong—we checked it in at departure and picked it up in Tokyo, and the same on the way back (checked in Osaka, picked up at our final destination). This let us explore Hong Kong without worrying about our bags. Food and entertainment were pretty good—meals included a little Häagen-Dazs on each flight, and the entertainment had way more Asian cinema than you’d find on a Western airline, which was a nice way to see how much weight Western culture carries in Asia.
Initial itinerary: Tokyo (3 nights) Hakone (2 nights) Takayama (1 night) Kanazawa (2 nights) Kyoto (4 nights) Osaka (1 night) Ishigaki (3 nights)
The original plan was to fly directly from Ishigaki to Hong Kong, but due to Typhoon Dolphin, we had to cancel the Ishigaki leg. Cathay didn’t bat an eye about swapping the Ishigaki-HK flight for an Osaka-HK one, even though it was twice as long. We were a bit too attached to the idea of ending the trip with some beach time and replaced Ishigaki with Shirahama. It was a mistake—we should’ve visited Hiroshima or spent a little more time in Tokyo instead.
Before diving into each stop in more detail, here are a few general thoughts:
We wanted to sample a bit of everything Japan has to offer in terms of landscapes, accommodation, and transport. We were after walks, temples, restaurants, shopping, and some downtime—but no "all-inclusive experiences" or museums for this first visit.
Three medium-sized (60x42x25) canvas suitcases, plus a duffel bag and a few small backpacks. 23 kg in the hold on the way out, 60 kg on the way back. 36 kg of shopping, without even trying. I think this is the maximum suitcase size if you don’t want to stress on the Shinkansen: they fit easily in the overhead racks.
Round-trip with Cathay Pacific, layover in Hong Kong: no need to collect luggage in Hong Kong—we checked it in at departure and picked it up in Tokyo, and the same on the way back (checked in Osaka, picked up at our final destination). This let us explore Hong Kong without worrying about our bags. Food and entertainment were pretty good—meals included a little Häagen-Dazs on each flight, and the entertainment had way more Asian cinema than you’d find on a Western airline, which was a nice way to see how much weight Western culture carries in Asia.
Initial itinerary: Tokyo (3 nights) Hakone (2 nights) Takayama (1 night) Kanazawa (2 nights) Kyoto (4 nights) Osaka (1 night) Ishigaki (3 nights)
The original plan was to fly directly from Ishigaki to Hong Kong, but due to Typhoon Dolphin, we had to cancel the Ishigaki leg. Cathay didn’t bat an eye about swapping the Ishigaki-HK flight for an Osaka-HK one, even though it was twice as long. We were a bit too attached to the idea of ending the trip with some beach time and replaced Ishigaki with Shirahama. It was a mistake—we should’ve visited Hiroshima or spent a little more time in Tokyo instead.
Hi there,
Last February, I made a trip using "public transport" from France to southern Senegal via Spain, Morocco, Western Sahara, and Mauritania.
It’s a journey of about 5,000 km, where I took trains (as far as Marrakech), ferries (to cross Gibraltar and then to reach Casamance from Dakar), and mostly buses on the long desert straightaways. I hadn’t planned any stops in advance or booked any hotels, except for the very first train to Spain, which left plenty of room for the unexpected. Why travel by land and sea? In recent years, flight-free travel has been gaining popularity. On social media, posts explaining how to cross Europe by train as quickly as possible go viral. Traveling without flying—and making sure people know about it—has become a great way to earn a badge of eco-responsibility: an essential totem for anyone wanting to prove both their dedication to the ecological cause and the wisdom of slow travel. I haven’t flown in years, and this journey to West Africa could easily be filed under "responsible travel." But it wouldn’t be honest to say that: in reality, it wasn’t really my aversion to flying that motivated this long trek. I see overland travel primarily as a way to experience the world’s geography at a grounded, earthly pace—the pace of the locals. Besides, I’ll be flying back, which disqualifies any claim to being a model of sustainability. So no eco-badge, and no adventurer’s badge either: you won’t find any heroic tales of camel rides in lost lands or mineral train wagons in this account (popular with influencers, the Mauritania iron ore train now attracts tourists from all over the world, turning "the experience" into something you "have to do at least once in your life"). This five-part story, written on the road, has no other ambition than to recount a journey through places and people, and to share the thoughts they inspire in me. As simply and, I hope, as humbly as possible.
I’m posting the episodes here, which you can also find on my blog (with more photos) at the following links:
Episode 1: Spain, from Avignon to Algeciras
Episode 2: Morocco, from Tangier to Tarfaya
Episode 3: Western Sahara, from Tarfaya to Guerguerat
Episode 4: Mauritania, from Guerguerat to Nouakchott
Episode 5: Senegal, from Rosso to Saloulou
To help those who might want to make the same trip, I’ve also put together a summary of the route with recommendations—you can read it at the end of the story and on the blog: From France to Senegal Without Flying: Route and Itinerary Recommendations
Happy reading, and safe travels!
Last February, I made a trip using "public transport" from France to southern Senegal via Spain, Morocco, Western Sahara, and Mauritania.
It’s a journey of about 5,000 km, where I took trains (as far as Marrakech), ferries (to cross Gibraltar and then to reach Casamance from Dakar), and mostly buses on the long desert straightaways. I hadn’t planned any stops in advance or booked any hotels, except for the very first train to Spain, which left plenty of room for the unexpected. Why travel by land and sea? In recent years, flight-free travel has been gaining popularity. On social media, posts explaining how to cross Europe by train as quickly as possible go viral. Traveling without flying—and making sure people know about it—has become a great way to earn a badge of eco-responsibility: an essential totem for anyone wanting to prove both their dedication to the ecological cause and the wisdom of slow travel. I haven’t flown in years, and this journey to West Africa could easily be filed under "responsible travel." But it wouldn’t be honest to say that: in reality, it wasn’t really my aversion to flying that motivated this long trek. I see overland travel primarily as a way to experience the world’s geography at a grounded, earthly pace—the pace of the locals. Besides, I’ll be flying back, which disqualifies any claim to being a model of sustainability. So no eco-badge, and no adventurer’s badge either: you won’t find any heroic tales of camel rides in lost lands or mineral train wagons in this account (popular with influencers, the Mauritania iron ore train now attracts tourists from all over the world, turning "the experience" into something you "have to do at least once in your life"). This five-part story, written on the road, has no other ambition than to recount a journey through places and people, and to share the thoughts they inspire in me. As simply and, I hope, as humbly as possible.
I’m posting the episodes here, which you can also find on my blog (with more photos) at the following links:
Episode 1: Spain, from Avignon to Algeciras
Episode 2: Morocco, from Tangier to Tarfaya
Episode 3: Western Sahara, from Tarfaya to Guerguerat
Episode 4: Mauritania, from Guerguerat to Nouakchott
Episode 5: Senegal, from Rosso to Saloulou
To help those who might want to make the same trip, I’ve also put together a summary of the route with recommendations—you can read it at the end of the story and on the blog: From France to Senegal Without Flying: Route and Itinerary Recommendations
Happy reading, and safe travels!
Hello and welcome aboard this new travel journal!
We’re heading off to Ireland together—a country I’ve wanted to explore for a very long time.

The moment has finally arrived. We’ll be traveling as a family—my wife, my husband, and our 7-year-old daughter.
Here’s our itinerary:
24/07: Flight from Marseille to Dublin, overnight in Dublin 25/07: Dublin, overnight in Dublin 26/07: Dublin, overnight in Dublin 27/07: Pick up rental car, drive to Dingle, overnight near Tralee on the peninsula 28/07: Visit the Ring of Kerry 29/07: Adare, Bunratty Castle, Galway, overnight in Outheragh, near Galway 30/07: Cliffs of Moher, overnight in Outheragh 31/07: Connemara, overnight in Outheragh 01/08: Drive to Sligo via Westport and Downpatrick Head, overnight in Sligo 02/08: Slieve League, Silver Strand Beach, Glencolmcille, overnight in Sligo 03/08: Drive to Derry via Glenveagh National Park, overnight in Derry 04/08: Giant’s Causeway, Dunluce Castle, Portrush, Derry, overnight in Derry 05/08: Drive to Belfast, visit Belfast, overnight in Lisburn (Belfast suburbs) 06/08: Game of Thrones filming locations: Dark Hedges, Carrick-a-Rede, Ballintoy, etc., overnight in Lisburn 07/08: Drive to the Wicklow Mountains, visit Wicklow Mountains National Park, overnight in Blessington 08/08: Drive back to Dublin and return to Marseille.
Cost breakdown:
Flights:
Outbound flights with KLM via Amsterdam for 3: 175 € + 40,000 Flying Blue miles (so essentially a free ticket) Return flight with Aer Lingus for 3: 489 €

Rental car:
10 days booked with Enterprise via Carigami: 443 € including zero-excess insurance.

Accommodation:
Dublin: 3 nights at Maldron Hotel New Cross: 394 € Tralee: 2 nights in a caravan (Ocean Trail Oasis): 292 € Outheragh: 3 nights Airbnb, family room with private bathroom: 430 € Sligo: 2 nights at Clayton Hotel: 456 € Derry: 2 nights at Belfray Inn: 255 € Lisburn: 2 nights at Temple Golf Club: 232 € Blessington: 1 night at Baltyboys Lodges B&B: 158 €

That brings our total to 3,325 € for three.
On the ground, visits, fuel, and food cost around 2,500 €. So this was quite an expensive trip. A few price examples: 1 liter of unleaded fuel: 1.89 € 3-day pass in Dublin: 18 € 1 scoop of ice cream: 5 to 6.5 € Castle visit: 15 € per person A coffee: 3-4 € A glass of wine at a restaurant: 8-10 € A half-pint of Guinness: 7-12 €

Now, here’s the day-by-day account of our adventure in Ireland:

The moment has finally arrived. We’ll be traveling as a family—my wife, my husband, and our 7-year-old daughter.
Here’s our itinerary:
24/07: Flight from Marseille to Dublin, overnight in Dublin 25/07: Dublin, overnight in Dublin 26/07: Dublin, overnight in Dublin 27/07: Pick up rental car, drive to Dingle, overnight near Tralee on the peninsula 28/07: Visit the Ring of Kerry 29/07: Adare, Bunratty Castle, Galway, overnight in Outheragh, near Galway 30/07: Cliffs of Moher, overnight in Outheragh 31/07: Connemara, overnight in Outheragh 01/08: Drive to Sligo via Westport and Downpatrick Head, overnight in Sligo 02/08: Slieve League, Silver Strand Beach, Glencolmcille, overnight in Sligo 03/08: Drive to Derry via Glenveagh National Park, overnight in Derry 04/08: Giant’s Causeway, Dunluce Castle, Portrush, Derry, overnight in Derry 05/08: Drive to Belfast, visit Belfast, overnight in Lisburn (Belfast suburbs) 06/08: Game of Thrones filming locations: Dark Hedges, Carrick-a-Rede, Ballintoy, etc., overnight in Lisburn 07/08: Drive to the Wicklow Mountains, visit Wicklow Mountains National Park, overnight in Blessington 08/08: Drive back to Dublin and return to Marseille.
Cost breakdown:
Flights:
Outbound flights with KLM via Amsterdam for 3: 175 € + 40,000 Flying Blue miles (so essentially a free ticket) Return flight with Aer Lingus for 3: 489 €

Rental car:
10 days booked with Enterprise via Carigami: 443 € including zero-excess insurance.

Accommodation:
Dublin: 3 nights at Maldron Hotel New Cross: 394 € Tralee: 2 nights in a caravan (Ocean Trail Oasis): 292 € Outheragh: 3 nights Airbnb, family room with private bathroom: 430 € Sligo: 2 nights at Clayton Hotel: 456 € Derry: 2 nights at Belfray Inn: 255 € Lisburn: 2 nights at Temple Golf Club: 232 € Blessington: 1 night at Baltyboys Lodges B&B: 158 €

That brings our total to 3,325 € for three.
On the ground, visits, fuel, and food cost around 2,500 €. So this was quite an expensive trip. A few price examples: 1 liter of unleaded fuel: 1.89 € 3-day pass in Dublin: 18 € 1 scoop of ice cream: 5 to 6.5 € Castle visit: 15 € per person A coffee: 3-4 € A glass of wine at a restaurant: 8-10 € A half-pint of Guinness: 7-12 €

Now, here’s the day-by-day account of our adventure in Ireland:
Day 1 – December 6
Our decision is our decision. And it’s firm and final. Next winter, our plane will spread its great wings toward the island of Ceylon! "Wait a minute... Ceylon... Ceylon... that name rings a bell, but I can’t quite place it on the globe Grandma gave me for Christmas! Ceylon... Oh right, I’ve got it: Ceylon is the name of my tea!" Exactly. But the name on your pretty tea box is also the one used until 1972 for this island nation, a speck on the Indian Ocean at the southern tip of the Indian subcontinent: Sri Lanka!
For this new adventure, I’m exceptionally leaving my Flo behind, cowardly replaced by a double dose of testosterone. To write the book of this journey with me, I’m bringing along my brother, who’s used to this kind of thing, and... a guest star: My model of resilience. My dad! All aboard! Or rather, all aboard our tuk-tuk! Yes, you read that right: A real tuk-tuk, a little colorful rolling box that putters along at two miles an hour. The idea? Well, Sri Lanka and its winding roads overlooking the vastness of lush nature are tailor-made for this kind of vehicle. And since it’s one of only two countries in the world that allow foreigners to rent and drive these mini speedsters, we’ll be crisscrossing the island in our two-square-meter rolling box. Plus, adopting this mode of transport is a surefire way to connect directly with the locals, who’ll surely be curious to see a foreigner driving their iconic vehicle. Not to mention the... let’s say... spicy anecdotes it might generate. I mean, heading into a subtropical zone with my jet-black dad and his unpredictable digestive flora while deliberately choosing the tuk-tuk as our *only* means of transport? That’s the winning combo for an unforgettable adventure! "More seriously, Dad, Sullivan, I’m already loving the idea of living this adventure together, the three of us—brothers and father..."
So, does the intro to this new adventure get your salivary glands going? Yes? Too bad. Because unfortunately, the program handed out by the lady at the entrance has been slightly... let’s say *crumpled*. Some might even say "scrunched up and nearly tossed in the trash." First, six days ago, as the countdown echoed in us like a call to adventure, Cyclone Ditwah grabbed Sri Lanka, played with it like a rag doll, and left it battered on the ground. The toll is devastating: over a thousand dead, thousands of homes wiped out by relentless rains, roads and railways swallowed by massive mudslides. A country wounded once again, after the civil war, the 2004 tsunami, and the post-Covid economic crisis.
But as if this weather disaster wasn’t enough to shake our unbreakable adventurer spirit, fate decided to mess with us further by cutting our trio down to two. The victim? My brother, violently turned away because of a simple date on his passport that didn’t match the border officials’ expectations. Return to sender!
So now it’s just the two of us allowed to board the Qatar Airways Airbus A380 for this trip. If he were here, Denis Brognart would say, "And in the end, only one remains!" Except I know you’ll be with us, following our adventures! Right?
Our decision is our decision. And it’s firm and final. Next winter, our plane will spread its great wings toward the island of Ceylon! "Wait a minute... Ceylon... Ceylon... that name rings a bell, but I can’t quite place it on the globe Grandma gave me for Christmas! Ceylon... Oh right, I’ve got it: Ceylon is the name of my tea!" Exactly. But the name on your pretty tea box is also the one used until 1972 for this island nation, a speck on the Indian Ocean at the southern tip of the Indian subcontinent: Sri Lanka!
For this new adventure, I’m exceptionally leaving my Flo behind, cowardly replaced by a double dose of testosterone. To write the book of this journey with me, I’m bringing along my brother, who’s used to this kind of thing, and... a guest star: My model of resilience. My dad! All aboard! Or rather, all aboard our tuk-tuk! Yes, you read that right: A real tuk-tuk, a little colorful rolling box that putters along at two miles an hour. The idea? Well, Sri Lanka and its winding roads overlooking the vastness of lush nature are tailor-made for this kind of vehicle. And since it’s one of only two countries in the world that allow foreigners to rent and drive these mini speedsters, we’ll be crisscrossing the island in our two-square-meter rolling box. Plus, adopting this mode of transport is a surefire way to connect directly with the locals, who’ll surely be curious to see a foreigner driving their iconic vehicle. Not to mention the... let’s say... spicy anecdotes it might generate. I mean, heading into a subtropical zone with my jet-black dad and his unpredictable digestive flora while deliberately choosing the tuk-tuk as our *only* means of transport? That’s the winning combo for an unforgettable adventure! "More seriously, Dad, Sullivan, I’m already loving the idea of living this adventure together, the three of us—brothers and father..."
So, does the intro to this new adventure get your salivary glands going? Yes? Too bad. Because unfortunately, the program handed out by the lady at the entrance has been slightly... let’s say *crumpled*. Some might even say "scrunched up and nearly tossed in the trash." First, six days ago, as the countdown echoed in us like a call to adventure, Cyclone Ditwah grabbed Sri Lanka, played with it like a rag doll, and left it battered on the ground. The toll is devastating: over a thousand dead, thousands of homes wiped out by relentless rains, roads and railways swallowed by massive mudslides. A country wounded once again, after the civil war, the 2004 tsunami, and the post-Covid economic crisis.
But as if this weather disaster wasn’t enough to shake our unbreakable adventurer spirit, fate decided to mess with us further by cutting our trio down to two. The victim? My brother, violently turned away because of a simple date on his passport that didn’t match the border officials’ expectations. Return to sender!
So now it’s just the two of us allowed to board the Qatar Airways Airbus A380 for this trip. If he were here, Denis Brognart would say, "And in the end, only one remains!" Except I know you’ll be with us, following our adventures! Right?
This trip had been on my mind for about fifteen years.
But the discomfort of overnight stays, the difficulty of communication, and the prices of the few car rental options kept making me postpone the project.
And then, everything suddenly fell into place—I told myself, it’s time!
The preparations took longer than usual; the destination is still far from mainstream.
A bit of Kazakhstan? Not in the end.
The south or not the south? Yes, in the end.
Pre-book or go with the flow? Only two stops were a leap into the unknown.
To help me find the ideal route, I made great use of this forum (thanks to everyone for patiently answering my questions!), pored over travel journals and blogs (Christian, Jeff), zoomed in on Google Maps and Yandex, and bought the guide published by OunTravela about this destination (the guide has been updated since).
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You’ve got your passport, international driver’s license, bank cards, and euros?
Off we go to Lyon—just one night left before our early morning flight.
Tomorrow night, we’ll be sleeping in Bishkek! (Steak for my partner’s mischievous nephews...)

You’ll find here a post with some practical information.
And here, the version of the travel journal without comments.
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As a supplement, the route track. Not necessarily ultra-accurate since Google has serious gaps for this destination...
From Bishkek to Karakol:

From Karakol to Kochkor:

From Kochkor to Baetov:

From Baetov to Kara-Köl:

From Kara-Köl to Bishkek:


But the discomfort of overnight stays, the difficulty of communication, and the prices of the few car rental options kept making me postpone the project.
And then, everything suddenly fell into place—I told myself, it’s time!
The preparations took longer than usual; the destination is still far from mainstream.
A bit of Kazakhstan? Not in the end.
The south or not the south? Yes, in the end.
Pre-book or go with the flow? Only two stops were a leap into the unknown.
To help me find the ideal route, I made great use of this forum (thanks to everyone for patiently answering my questions!), pored over travel journals and blogs (Christian, Jeff), zoomed in on Google Maps and Yandex, and bought the guide published by OunTravela about this destination (the guide has been updated since).
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You’ve got your passport, international driver’s license, bank cards, and euros?
Off we go to Lyon—just one night left before our early morning flight.
Tomorrow night, we’ll be sleeping in Bishkek! (Steak for my partner’s mischievous nephews...)

You’ll find here a post with some practical information.
And here, the version of the travel journal without comments.
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As a supplement, the route track. Not necessarily ultra-accurate since Google has serious gaps for this destination...
From Bishkek to Karakol:

From Karakol to Kochkor:

From Kochkor to Baetov:

From Baetov to Kara-Köl:

From Kara-Köl to Bishkek:


Hello everyone, I’m happy to welcome you to this new travel journal.
We’re heading to Costa Rica together—a Central American destination that dreams are made of for many French travelers and attracts crowds from France.

It was the country’s wild nature and safety that convinced us to go, since we’re traveling with our 7-year-old little one. We didn’t have much vacation time in February 2026 (only 12 days), so we optimized as much as possible.

Here’s the itinerary: Wednesday, February 11: Flight from Marseille to San Jose via Paris and Atlanta Thursday, February 12: Pick up the car, drive to Poas Volcano, visit La Paz Waterfall Gardens Friday, February 13: Poas Volcano and drive to Manuel Antonio Saturday, February 14: Manuel Antonio National Park Sunday, February 15: Nauyaca Waterfall and Playa Linda Monday, February 16: Drive to Monte Verde and Santa Elena Reserve Tuesday, February 17: El Tigre Waterfall Reserve and Treetopia Park Wednesday, February 18: Monte Verde Reserve with a guide and drive to La Fortuna Thursday, February 19: Sloth guided tour, Observatory Lodge Park Friday, February 20: Arenal Volcano National Park, Termalistas del Arenal hot springs, and night tour Saturday, February 21: Return to San Jose, flight to Paris via Atlanta Sunday, February 22: Arrival in Paris and flight to Marseille. That gives us a solid 9 days in the country.

Budget breakdown: Costa Rica is an expensive country, but no more so than France. However, almost all hikes and waterfalls are paid entry, which can really add up. For meals, sodas (6–10 €) are cheaper than restaurants (10–20 € per dish).

Flights: We chose Delta Airlines for the price: Marseille to San Jose was 740 € per person (modifiable, with checked baggage and seat selection included). Other direct flights from Europe were priced between 1200 € and 1600 € with more restrictive conditions. That’s 2220 € for the family.

Accommodations: Alajuela, first night: 139 € (1 night) at Rodeo Estancia Boutique Hotel, with personalized airport pickup, transfer to the hotel, and a briefing from Vert Costa Rica agency the next day. Poas: 66 € (1 night) at Cabañas Tierra Fértil (entire apartment). Manuel Antonio: 394 € (3 nights) at La Palapa Ecolodge (hotel in the jungle). Monte Verde: Chalet Aloha Monteverde Cloud Forest (2 bedrooms): 125 € (2 nights). La Fortuna: Arenal Dream Garden (1 bedroom): 217 € (3 nights). Total: 941 €.

Car rental: I went through Vert Costa Rica agency (Vincent is a French expat who set up the agency in Costa Rica and makes great YouTube videos with useful tips). I rented a 4x4 that was delivered to the hotel the day after arrival and returned at the airport before the flight. The total was 772 €, including full insurance (zero deductible), a child seat, and a phone with a Costa Rican SIM and WhatsApp. The rental company was Poas Rent a Car. The vehicle was well-maintained—no complaints. Gas: 100 € for the whole trip (3 fill-ups).

Activities: To get discounts, I bought the pass offered by Vincent, which paid for itself after just one activity. It cost me 30 € (promo since I rented the car through him). Prices are for 3 people. I’ve added stars to rate them: La Paz Waterfall Gardens ****: 112 € Poas Volcano National Park *: 33 € Manuel Antonio National Park ****: 35 € Nauyaca Waterfall ***: 25 € Santa Elena Reserve **: 45 € El Tigre Waterfall Reserve ****: 141 € (with meal) Treetopia (ziplining, suspension bridges) **: 250 € Guided tour of Monte Verde Reserve ***: 113 € Sloth guided tour (with breakfast) ***: 115 € Arenal Observatory Lodge (with meal) ****: 102 € Arenal Volcano National Park *: 34 € Termalistas del Arenal ****: 20 € Night tour ***: 116 € Total: 1171 €.

Meals: 600 € My favorite restaurants: Poas: Food court Mercaditas in Fraijanes Manuel Antonio (near La Palapa): La Langosta and also El Patio Near Nauyaca Waterfall: Ricar2 el Avión Between Manuel Antonio and Monte Verde: Soda D’Calle Santa Elena: HG’s Food Guadalupe (between Monte Verde and La Fortuna): Soda Río Piedras Arenal Observatory Lodge restaurant Arenal Oasis Ecolodge restaurant

Other expenses: 300 € (groceries for breakfast, drinks, ice cream, souvenirs, etc.) Total overall: 6065 € (about 2020 € per person).
Now, here’s the day-by-day account of this beautiful trip.
https://voyageforum.com/images/posts/small/1772295011-z8mILBEUXHU8Ajz.jpg

It was the country’s wild nature and safety that convinced us to go, since we’re traveling with our 7-year-old little one. We didn’t have much vacation time in February 2026 (only 12 days), so we optimized as much as possible.

Here’s the itinerary: Wednesday, February 11: Flight from Marseille to San Jose via Paris and Atlanta Thursday, February 12: Pick up the car, drive to Poas Volcano, visit La Paz Waterfall Gardens Friday, February 13: Poas Volcano and drive to Manuel Antonio Saturday, February 14: Manuel Antonio National Park Sunday, February 15: Nauyaca Waterfall and Playa Linda Monday, February 16: Drive to Monte Verde and Santa Elena Reserve Tuesday, February 17: El Tigre Waterfall Reserve and Treetopia Park Wednesday, February 18: Monte Verde Reserve with a guide and drive to La Fortuna Thursday, February 19: Sloth guided tour, Observatory Lodge Park Friday, February 20: Arenal Volcano National Park, Termalistas del Arenal hot springs, and night tour Saturday, February 21: Return to San Jose, flight to Paris via Atlanta Sunday, February 22: Arrival in Paris and flight to Marseille. That gives us a solid 9 days in the country.

Budget breakdown: Costa Rica is an expensive country, but no more so than France. However, almost all hikes and waterfalls are paid entry, which can really add up. For meals, sodas (6–10 €) are cheaper than restaurants (10–20 € per dish).

Flights: We chose Delta Airlines for the price: Marseille to San Jose was 740 € per person (modifiable, with checked baggage and seat selection included). Other direct flights from Europe were priced between 1200 € and 1600 € with more restrictive conditions. That’s 2220 € for the family.

Accommodations: Alajuela, first night: 139 € (1 night) at Rodeo Estancia Boutique Hotel, with personalized airport pickup, transfer to the hotel, and a briefing from Vert Costa Rica agency the next day. Poas: 66 € (1 night) at Cabañas Tierra Fértil (entire apartment). Manuel Antonio: 394 € (3 nights) at La Palapa Ecolodge (hotel in the jungle). Monte Verde: Chalet Aloha Monteverde Cloud Forest (2 bedrooms): 125 € (2 nights). La Fortuna: Arenal Dream Garden (1 bedroom): 217 € (3 nights). Total: 941 €.

Car rental: I went through Vert Costa Rica agency (Vincent is a French expat who set up the agency in Costa Rica and makes great YouTube videos with useful tips). I rented a 4x4 that was delivered to the hotel the day after arrival and returned at the airport before the flight. The total was 772 €, including full insurance (zero deductible), a child seat, and a phone with a Costa Rican SIM and WhatsApp. The rental company was Poas Rent a Car. The vehicle was well-maintained—no complaints. Gas: 100 € for the whole trip (3 fill-ups).

Activities: To get discounts, I bought the pass offered by Vincent, which paid for itself after just one activity. It cost me 30 € (promo since I rented the car through him). Prices are for 3 people. I’ve added stars to rate them: La Paz Waterfall Gardens ****: 112 € Poas Volcano National Park *: 33 € Manuel Antonio National Park ****: 35 € Nauyaca Waterfall ***: 25 € Santa Elena Reserve **: 45 € El Tigre Waterfall Reserve ****: 141 € (with meal) Treetopia (ziplining, suspension bridges) **: 250 € Guided tour of Monte Verde Reserve ***: 113 € Sloth guided tour (with breakfast) ***: 115 € Arenal Observatory Lodge (with meal) ****: 102 € Arenal Volcano National Park *: 34 € Termalistas del Arenal ****: 20 € Night tour ***: 116 € Total: 1171 €.

Meals: 600 € My favorite restaurants: Poas: Food court Mercaditas in Fraijanes Manuel Antonio (near La Palapa): La Langosta and also El Patio Near Nauyaca Waterfall: Ricar2 el Avión Between Manuel Antonio and Monte Verde: Soda D’Calle Santa Elena: HG’s Food Guadalupe (between Monte Verde and La Fortuna): Soda Río Piedras Arenal Observatory Lodge restaurant Arenal Oasis Ecolodge restaurant

Other expenses: 300 € (groceries for breakfast, drinks, ice cream, souvenirs, etc.) Total overall: 6065 € (about 2020 € per person).
Now, here’s the day-by-day account of this beautiful trip.
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In early March, full of carefree joy and happy to return to Morocco, we landed in Marrakech under the sun.
We spent just one night in Marrakech at the Hôtel Toulousain, as we did on our previous trip. And we booked our 3 nights for the end of our trip, the second half of March... Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! But we’re not there yet...
Our first goal is to reach Magdaz, a mountain village in the Tessaout Valley, sometimes called the lost valley. We discovered the village of Magdaz on this forum, and we were charmed by the photos and comments from travelers who came before us. The road is easy—it’s dry, and the tarmac takes us right to the village gates at over 2,000 meters above sea level. We arrive in the afternoon and are left speechless by the beauty of the place. A jewel of Berber architecture! Perfectly restored granaries and kasbahs!

A young man from the village guides us on the visit and opens the doors to the terraces overlooking the village.
Several magnificent collective granaries have been beautifully restored. The warm colors of the stone capture the light wonderfully. It’s stunning!


We won’t find anything decent to stay overnight there, so we head back down a bit and settle in at the Assounfou guesthouse. Lovely welcome. The place is in excellent condition and very clean. It’s spacious, but we’re the only ones there. First day full of promise!
Our first goal is to reach Magdaz, a mountain village in the Tessaout Valley, sometimes called the lost valley. We discovered the village of Magdaz on this forum, and we were charmed by the photos and comments from travelers who came before us. The road is easy—it’s dry, and the tarmac takes us right to the village gates at over 2,000 meters above sea level. We arrive in the afternoon and are left speechless by the beauty of the place. A jewel of Berber architecture! Perfectly restored granaries and kasbahs!


A young man from the village guides us on the visit and opens the doors to the terraces overlooking the village.
Several magnificent collective granaries have been beautifully restored. The warm colors of the stone capture the light wonderfully. It’s stunning!


We won’t find anything decent to stay overnight there, so we head back down a bit and settle in at the Assounfou guesthouse. Lovely welcome. The place is in excellent condition and very clean. It’s spacious, but we’re the only ones there. First day full of promise!
You can post your personal photos in the following thread: https://voyageforum.com/forum/quelque-part-en-thailande-d10655574/
This travel journal is therefore intended solely for my photos, to present a consistent style. All the shots were taken with a simple Samsung Galaxy smartphone and with whatever was at hand.
All stays combined, I’ve spent the equivalent of a year at most in Thailand, and I’m no great expert. However, after many trips, lots of reading on VoyageForum and other sites, and conversations with many locals as well as expats, my view of the country is becoming clearer, though it’s constantly evolving. You never stop discovering and learning.
I guess I wanted to deliver a puzzle, mainly for those who want to get an idea of the country here and for those who feel nostalgic about it. I don’t know if this minimalist sharing will interest anyone, but it’ll do me good to put it together. After so many months without traveling and then these other long months with VF closed, there’s plenty of material available.
There’ll be a mix of places, periods, and subjects, but it might well be intentional.

I suspect many Thais have dogs because they make excellent guardians for the home. Nothing better to deter burglars or to signal the presence of a snake. You’ll often see Thais tapping the top of their dog’s head, but don’t be fooled: it’s a sign of affection from them. Judging by the dogs’ reactions, they’re used to it.
Thailand is one of the countries on the planet where rabies is still present, so keep that in mind. It’s not just bites that can be dangerous, so don’t let just any dog lick you. Especially on a wound, of course. Even though dogs often fear humans—this dangerous and unpredictable predator—we still need to stay cautious. Be careful when walking into alleys because the dog will defend its master’s big yard. Be careful at night, and be careful when they’re in packs. It sometimes crosses our minds that Thailand isn’t all that made for walking around, and dogs are one of the reasons. That said, it’s not uncommon to see them chasing bikes or scooters. Cars, though? Much rarer—they’re too big.
It seems Thais prefer to give their dogs freedom by not locking them behind gates. Though sometimes the gate is closed, the little side door is wide open. Oh, and sometimes there’s no gate in front of the property, or it’s been full of holes for years.
You’ll often see dogs sleeping on the roadside, sometimes right on the road. When you approach, they move aside nonchalantly—or not at all. It’s less funny when they suddenly appear from thick vegetation, reminding visitors not to drive too fast. As a result, you’ll notice that dogs with injuries or missing legs aren’t that rare.
Since they believe in reincarnation and respect for all forms of life, they don’t chase dog packs away too much, and they don’t sterilize them enough. When you see a small pack roaming freely in the countryside, you think twice about running into them at the edge of a field. A darker side of this is that euthanasia isn’t often practiced. Twice, we saw dogs at death’s door in temples, enduring terrible suffering with no one to help. The image (and the smell) of one of them, agonizing and exuding the stench of death, still comes back to me sometimes.
Some of you may have seen the YouTube vlog of a French woman living in Phuket who was given a little pig by her Thai friends. The animal, well-fed, quickly became a happy and enormous beast with its own garden. Yet it didn’t take long for it to fall seriously ill and become incurable. In her video, the French woman described how difficult it was to find a vet willing to perform euthanasia.
You’ll often see bowls by the side of the road. Thais leave food and water there for stray cats and dogs. Overall, they have a big heart for animals.
If you ever pop into a shopping mall, you might see people pushing their small dogs in strollers. It’s not just for fun—these strollers are provided for customers to put their pets in, otherwise you can’t bring them inside. It looks a bit odd when you expect to see a baby.
This travel journal is therefore intended solely for my photos, to present a consistent style. All the shots were taken with a simple Samsung Galaxy smartphone and with whatever was at hand.
All stays combined, I’ve spent the equivalent of a year at most in Thailand, and I’m no great expert. However, after many trips, lots of reading on VoyageForum and other sites, and conversations with many locals as well as expats, my view of the country is becoming clearer, though it’s constantly evolving. You never stop discovering and learning.
I guess I wanted to deliver a puzzle, mainly for those who want to get an idea of the country here and for those who feel nostalgic about it. I don’t know if this minimalist sharing will interest anyone, but it’ll do me good to put it together. After so many months without traveling and then these other long months with VF closed, there’s plenty of material available.
There’ll be a mix of places, periods, and subjects, but it might well be intentional.

I suspect many Thais have dogs because they make excellent guardians for the home. Nothing better to deter burglars or to signal the presence of a snake. You’ll often see Thais tapping the top of their dog’s head, but don’t be fooled: it’s a sign of affection from them. Judging by the dogs’ reactions, they’re used to it.
Thailand is one of the countries on the planet where rabies is still present, so keep that in mind. It’s not just bites that can be dangerous, so don’t let just any dog lick you. Especially on a wound, of course. Even though dogs often fear humans—this dangerous and unpredictable predator—we still need to stay cautious. Be careful when walking into alleys because the dog will defend its master’s big yard. Be careful at night, and be careful when they’re in packs. It sometimes crosses our minds that Thailand isn’t all that made for walking around, and dogs are one of the reasons. That said, it’s not uncommon to see them chasing bikes or scooters. Cars, though? Much rarer—they’re too big.
It seems Thais prefer to give their dogs freedom by not locking them behind gates. Though sometimes the gate is closed, the little side door is wide open. Oh, and sometimes there’s no gate in front of the property, or it’s been full of holes for years.
You’ll often see dogs sleeping on the roadside, sometimes right on the road. When you approach, they move aside nonchalantly—or not at all. It’s less funny when they suddenly appear from thick vegetation, reminding visitors not to drive too fast. As a result, you’ll notice that dogs with injuries or missing legs aren’t that rare.
Since they believe in reincarnation and respect for all forms of life, they don’t chase dog packs away too much, and they don’t sterilize them enough. When you see a small pack roaming freely in the countryside, you think twice about running into them at the edge of a field. A darker side of this is that euthanasia isn’t often practiced. Twice, we saw dogs at death’s door in temples, enduring terrible suffering with no one to help. The image (and the smell) of one of them, agonizing and exuding the stench of death, still comes back to me sometimes.
Some of you may have seen the YouTube vlog of a French woman living in Phuket who was given a little pig by her Thai friends. The animal, well-fed, quickly became a happy and enormous beast with its own garden. Yet it didn’t take long for it to fall seriously ill and become incurable. In her video, the French woman described how difficult it was to find a vet willing to perform euthanasia.
You’ll often see bowls by the side of the road. Thais leave food and water there for stray cats and dogs. Overall, they have a big heart for animals.
If you ever pop into a shopping mall, you might see people pushing their small dogs in strollers. It’s not just for fun—these strollers are provided for customers to put their pets in, otherwise you can’t bring them inside. It looks a bit odd when you expect to see a baby.
Hi everyone,
We (two adults, 74 and 70 years old) had already shared a travel journal about our first trip to the Philippines in February/March 2019 on this forum (https://voyageforum.com/v.f?post=9377175;search_string=carnet%20philippines). We had visited Manila, the Banaue rice terraces, Sagada, the Visayas (Bohol, Siquijor, Dumaguette), and on our way back to Luzon, the Taal volcano before returning to France. Delighted by this trip, organized by the French-speaking agency Alizé, we decided to further explore this beautiful country, this time focusing on Coron and Palawan.
Before writing this journal, I should mention that these are personal comments and don’t reflect any differing opinions. Without any literary or photographic talent, I’ll stick to the facts and share a few details about the visits, hotels, and restaurants.
Preparations
We decided to return in mid-January 2025 and consulted three French-speaking tour operators to create a trip based on our wishes (places to visit, type of accommodation) and budget. Comparing three operators helped us weigh their advice and make our choices. Only our first operator respected the budget, a second came close, and the third proposed a slightly more upscale trip. In the end, we chose the agency from our first trip. Our discussions helped refine our itinerary, and when we reviewed it point by point, the document provided was perfect, full of great tips. The most debated point was a 3-day, 2-night cruise between Coron and Palawan. We were tempted but worried about being the only "older" travelers among younger people and feared two uncomfortable nights. Reassured by our tour operator, we finally opted for this "exploration." We’ll come back to that later. Once the choice was made and dates set, we booked our international flights with Cathay Pacific for 750 € per person, which offers the best schedules (short layovers) at an acceptable price for flights arriving in Cebu. Our trip started on February 25 and returned to Paris on March 15.
International flights
The round-trip flights went smoothly. Cathay does the job well, without frills. The service quality seems to have slightly declined compared to our previous trips with them. Hong Kong Airport is huge but very practical. Note that not all airlines serve Cebu. Recommendation: Fill out your Philippine entry form within 72 hours before your flight. This can prevent issues with the airline (possible boarding refusal) and saves a lot of time upon arrival (see the Philippine embassy website).
Domestic flights
For our two domestic flights—Cebu to Coron and Puerto Princesa to Cebu—our tour operator chose Philippine Airlines and their propeller planes. No problems there.
Day 1: We landed around 12 PM (local time) after 17 hours of travel. A driver was waiting for us at the airport exit and took us to our hotel, intentionally chosen near the airport (Mandaue, about 10 minutes away) to help us recover and get a good night’s sleep before our early morning domestic flight the next day. The Mayoo Hotel, reasonably priced, was perfect for this. Large, beautiful room in a new building—clean, comfortable, with a spa. We could relax by the pool on the 16th floor and enjoy the city view. The breakfast was exceptional, and the staff was smiling, attentive, and helpful. An ATM in the lobby allowed for withdrawals. However, the hotel is in a neighborhood with nothing to see or do. We dined at the Korean restaurant K-GOGI across from the hotel—a real attraction and a great discovery.
Day 2: After a restful night, we were driven to the airport around 6:30 AM for an 8:10 AM flight from Cebu to Busuanga (Coron).

The flight was uneventful. Upon arrival, we paid 200 pesos per person for the Coron tourist fee before a 40-minute transfer to our hotel: Natura Resort, located outside the city in a secluded spot. The setting is stunning—a beautifully maintained tropical garden, a pleasant pool, and the option to book massages. The cottages are tropical-style with thatched roofs, simple and unpretentious.

The owner, who speaks French, told us that given the heat and our ages, climbing the 721 steps to the top of Mount Tapyas wasn’t necessary. She gave us a few rooftop recommendations to watch the sunset over Coron Bay. After a good swim in the pool and a meal at the resort’s pleasant restaurant, we hired a tricycle to go into town. We were told it costs 150 pesos one way, and depending on the return time, it could exceed 250 pesos. But our driver gave us his WhatsApp number and charged the same price regardless of the time. He just earned two days’ worth of customers. He dropped us off at the port where bangkas (local boats) gather for day trips. It was the end of the day, so there was a rush. A few shops around the port sold waterproof bags for marine excursions at reasonable prices (compared to back home), after some bargaining. We wandered the town’s alleys looking for the Top Hotel, whose rooftop is famous. Indeed, it’s perfectly located to admire the sunset and enjoy a refreshing drink.



We dined nearby at a small Chinese restaurant, then just had to call our driver to head back. The night wasn’t entirely restful—our hotel had a soundtrack of all the countryside animals, and it seemed they had no set bedtime! :
Preparations
We decided to return in mid-January 2025 and consulted three French-speaking tour operators to create a trip based on our wishes (places to visit, type of accommodation) and budget. Comparing three operators helped us weigh their advice and make our choices. Only our first operator respected the budget, a second came close, and the third proposed a slightly more upscale trip. In the end, we chose the agency from our first trip. Our discussions helped refine our itinerary, and when we reviewed it point by point, the document provided was perfect, full of great tips. The most debated point was a 3-day, 2-night cruise between Coron and Palawan. We were tempted but worried about being the only "older" travelers among younger people and feared two uncomfortable nights. Reassured by our tour operator, we finally opted for this "exploration." We’ll come back to that later. Once the choice was made and dates set, we booked our international flights with Cathay Pacific for 750 € per person, which offers the best schedules (short layovers) at an acceptable price for flights arriving in Cebu. Our trip started on February 25 and returned to Paris on March 15.
International flights
The round-trip flights went smoothly. Cathay does the job well, without frills. The service quality seems to have slightly declined compared to our previous trips with them. Hong Kong Airport is huge but very practical. Note that not all airlines serve Cebu. Recommendation: Fill out your Philippine entry form within 72 hours before your flight. This can prevent issues with the airline (possible boarding refusal) and saves a lot of time upon arrival (see the Philippine embassy website).
Domestic flights
For our two domestic flights—Cebu to Coron and Puerto Princesa to Cebu—our tour operator chose Philippine Airlines and their propeller planes. No problems there.
Day 1: We landed around 12 PM (local time) after 17 hours of travel. A driver was waiting for us at the airport exit and took us to our hotel, intentionally chosen near the airport (Mandaue, about 10 minutes away) to help us recover and get a good night’s sleep before our early morning domestic flight the next day. The Mayoo Hotel, reasonably priced, was perfect for this. Large, beautiful room in a new building—clean, comfortable, with a spa. We could relax by the pool on the 16th floor and enjoy the city view. The breakfast was exceptional, and the staff was smiling, attentive, and helpful. An ATM in the lobby allowed for withdrawals. However, the hotel is in a neighborhood with nothing to see or do. We dined at the Korean restaurant K-GOGI across from the hotel—a real attraction and a great discovery.
Day 2: After a restful night, we were driven to the airport around 6:30 AM for an 8:10 AM flight from Cebu to Busuanga (Coron).

The flight was uneventful. Upon arrival, we paid 200 pesos per person for the Coron tourist fee before a 40-minute transfer to our hotel: Natura Resort, located outside the city in a secluded spot. The setting is stunning—a beautifully maintained tropical garden, a pleasant pool, and the option to book massages. The cottages are tropical-style with thatched roofs, simple and unpretentious.

The owner, who speaks French, told us that given the heat and our ages, climbing the 721 steps to the top of Mount Tapyas wasn’t necessary. She gave us a few rooftop recommendations to watch the sunset over Coron Bay. After a good swim in the pool and a meal at the resort’s pleasant restaurant, we hired a tricycle to go into town. We were told it costs 150 pesos one way, and depending on the return time, it could exceed 250 pesos. But our driver gave us his WhatsApp number and charged the same price regardless of the time. He just earned two days’ worth of customers. He dropped us off at the port where bangkas (local boats) gather for day trips. It was the end of the day, so there was a rush. A few shops around the port sold waterproof bags for marine excursions at reasonable prices (compared to back home), after some bargaining. We wandered the town’s alleys looking for the Top Hotel, whose rooftop is famous. Indeed, it’s perfectly located to admire the sunset and enjoy a refreshing drink.



We dined nearby at a small Chinese restaurant, then just had to call our driver to head back. The night wasn’t entirely restful—our hotel had a soundtrack of all the countryside animals, and it seemed they had no set bedtime! :
Hi everyone!
If you're looking for great tips and offbeat spots, if you love exploring uncharted parts of a country, if the exotic is your adrenaline, then move along!
Our 15 days in early May in this part of Turkey (a country I first discovered during a city trip to Istanbul in 2017) will only tread well-worn paths and revisit popular routes. Simply because I kept hoping until the very end that our flight to Jordan wouldn’t be canceled. Events in the Gulf proved me wrong, so we left with: Zero preparation. Not a single hotel booked (well, except the first one), no visits planned, just a flight ticket bought three weeks earlier. No guidebook, no app—just the desire to explore southern Turkey and Cappadocia, whose images and the chance to stretch our legs had caught my eye.
Oh, wait—I did bring along a new guide: Gemini! Yes, my friends, generative AI was my chief advisor throughout the trip for sites to visit, accommodations, routes, and even restaurants! An experiment I wanted to try to form my own opinion on using this new technology. And what better way to test it than a Turkish getaway?
The verdict? You’ll have to wait for the trip recap to find out!
The main idea of the trip is also relaxation.
So, the plan is Antalya for a few days, the Turkish Riviera for a few more, Cappadocia as the highlight, and a return via Antalya to wrap up the trip. And it was all planned by AI!
So, if you're ready, fasten your seatbelts—cabin crew, doors to automatic and cross check—boarding for Turkey now!
A little sneak peek?
If you're looking for great tips and offbeat spots, if you love exploring uncharted parts of a country, if the exotic is your adrenaline, then move along!
Our 15 days in early May in this part of Turkey (a country I first discovered during a city trip to Istanbul in 2017) will only tread well-worn paths and revisit popular routes. Simply because I kept hoping until the very end that our flight to Jordan wouldn’t be canceled. Events in the Gulf proved me wrong, so we left with: Zero preparation. Not a single hotel booked (well, except the first one), no visits planned, just a flight ticket bought three weeks earlier. No guidebook, no app—just the desire to explore southern Turkey and Cappadocia, whose images and the chance to stretch our legs had caught my eye.
Oh, wait—I did bring along a new guide: Gemini! Yes, my friends, generative AI was my chief advisor throughout the trip for sites to visit, accommodations, routes, and even restaurants! An experiment I wanted to try to form my own opinion on using this new technology. And what better way to test it than a Turkish getaway?
The verdict? You’ll have to wait for the trip recap to find out!
The main idea of the trip is also relaxation.
So, the plan is Antalya for a few days, the Turkish Riviera for a few more, Cappadocia as the highlight, and a return via Antalya to wrap up the trip. And it was all planned by AI!
So, if you're ready, fasten your seatbelts—cabin crew, doors to automatic and cross check—boarding for Turkey now!
A little sneak peek?15 days across Gran Canaria, El Hierro, and a dash of Tenerife under the storm Thérèse!
The planned itinerary will be slightly disrupted...
(The version without discussions is here)
The planned itinerary will be slightly disrupted...
(The version without discussions is here)
This travel journal summarizes a trip I took in March to Argentine and Chilean Patagonia. It starts in El Calafate and ends in Ushuaia. During my planning, I considered looking into the Australis cruise from Punta Arenas to Ushuaia, as well as the W trek in Torres del Paine National Park. In both cases, I was put off by the prices. Instead of the cruise, I found two interesting wildlife excursions from Punta Arenas: whale watching in the Strait of Magellan and observing king penguins in Tierra del Fuego. The journey to Ushuaia was by bus. For Torres del Paine, things were a bit confusing, so I reached out to two agencies. In the end, I went with a rental car option, overnight stays on-site, and day hikes. I shared my full itinerary with the agency and ended up being taken care of by a local Argentine agency and a Chilean one.
So, here we go...




