Je constate que les français qui décident de vivre dans un autre pays se décrivent comme des ''expatriés''. Je constate aussi qu'en France les gens venus d'ailleurs sont désignés comme des ''immigrés''.
J'invite à réfléchir sur le sujet. Au Canada, les gens venus d'ailleurs sont désignés comme des ''immigrants''.
Autrement dit, ce qui les caractérise ce n'est pas tant qu'ils aient quitté leur pays, mais plutôt qu'ils aient décidé de venir vivre au Canada. C'est le pays d'accueil et non pas leur pays d'origine qui détermine leur nouveau statut.
Quand au terme ''expatrié'', je le trouve pour le moins triste et déprimant, mais au même titre que le immigré-immigrant, je constate qu'il met plus l'accent sur le fait d'avoir quitté un pays que sur celui d'avoir choisi de vivre dans un autre...Je trouve qu'expatrié ça sonne comme condamné, c'est horrible à mon oreille!
Quand j'étais petit, on m'a dit que j'étais un ''rapatrié'' d'Algérie. Eh! ça va faire la patrie!
Soyons donc tous des voyageurs et éventuellement des immigrants de courte ou de longue durée!
Quand au terme ''expatrié'', je le trouve pour le moins triste et déprimant, mais au même titre que le immigré-immigrant, je constate qu'il met plus l'accent sur le fait d'avoir quitté un pays que sur celui d'avoir choisi de vivre dans un autre...
C'est une interprétation personnelle et non une constatation, le sens du mot "expatrié" est neutre, il signifie "qui vit en dehors de son pays", et non de sa patrie qui lui donnerait un sens plus affectif.
Il existe une différence de sens entre "immigré" et "immigrant" : l'immigré est quelqu'un qui a immigré et l'immigrant quelqu'un qui est en train d'immigrer. Un immigrant est donc, si tout se passe bien, un futur immigré, puis un citoyen de son nouveau pays.
Que les québécois et les français ne donnent pas le même sens à des mots est courant, mais il ne faut pas en tirer des conclusions de valeur comme tu viens de le faire.
En effet, j'ai remarqué la même chose, lorsqu'on est originaire de France, on emploie le mot «immigrant» la plupart du temps pour les autres, on s'inclut rarement dans cette catégorie parce que cela sous-entend citoyen de 2ème catégorie qui vient d'un pays à problèmes politiques ou économiques et qui accepte n'importe quel emploi pour pouvoir subvenir non seulement à ses besoins mais aussi à ceux de sa famille, qui elle parfois est restée au pays.
Je n'ai pas constaté cela uniquement au Canada, en Europe centrale, lorsque les Français viennent s'y installer pour travailler, que ce soit à long terme ou pas, ils ne se considèrent pas non plus comme des immigrants, toujours cette façon de se sentir un peu au-dessus de tous.
En France le mot «immigrant» est associé presque systématiquement aux immigrants du Maghreb, bien qu'auparvant l'immigration c'était les Italiens, les Espagnols, Portugais, Polonais...
Il est vrai qu'il y a dix ans encore, pour un Français quitter son pays pour travailler ailleurs était très peu envisagé.
Ces derniers temps, ce sont surtout les jeunes qui ont ouvert la voie, ceux sortis des écoles françaises et qui ne trouvent aucun emploi sur place.
Je crois que les Français vont devoir se doter d'un peu d'humilité, ils sont bel et bien des immigrants et considérés comme tel par les pays qui les accueillent.
Si vous pensez que l'aventure est dangereuse, essayez la routine..., elle est mortelle
Je crois que les Français vont devoir se doter d'un peu d'humilité, ils sont bel et bien des immigrants et considérés comme tel par les pays qui les accueillent.
Ils sont bien sûr des immigrants pour le pays qui les accueille, mais aussi des émigrants pour leur pays d'origine et des expatriés pour eux-mêmes. Il n'y aucune confusion possible et aucune notion de prétention ou d'humilité à employer tel ou tel mot.
Je ne comprends décidément pas ce que Elbachatero et toi voulez dire.
Il me semble avoir compris qu’il est communément admis que l’expatrié est celui qui vit en dehors de son pays
(raison professionnelle ou personnelle) pour un temps plus ou moins déterminé, lié donc :
soit à son contrat de travail, soit à une période à l’issue de laquelle il a le projet de revenir vivre dans
son pays d’origine (ce qui sous-entend une notion plus ou moins précise de durée d’expatriation).
Alors que l’immigré est celui qui a le projet de quitter son pays d’origine, afin de s’installer de manière définitive
dans un autre pays, avec éventuellement l’intention d’en acquérir la nationalité.
Suis d’accord avec Lepiaf pour dire que l’immigrant est celui qui deviendra un futur immigré.
Mises à part les différentes croyances religieuses qui existent sur notre terre, et si l’on s’en tient maintenant
à un strict point de vue scientifique, 2 théories concurrentes s’affrontent chez les paléoanthropologues
(qui a tort, qui a raison ?) sur la manière dont se sont opérés les premiers flux migratoires humains, et donc sur l’origine du peuplement de notre bonne vieille terre :
- Celle défendue par des scientifiques (dont l’un des premiers fut Charles Darwin) qui prétendent que tous les hommes présents sur notre terre, sont issus d’un seul et même continent : l’Afrique.
Nous serions donc TOUS des immigrés venus d’Afrique ! 😉
- Et celle défendue par d’autres scientifiques qui croient eux, à une origine multi-régionale de l’humanité.
Mais au final... chacun d’entre nous est bien entendu libre de choisir, la théorie et/ou la définition qui lui convient ! 🙂
En réponse à Lepiaf: loin de moi tout jugement de valeur.
D'autre part, selon le dictionnaire, un immigrant n'est pas quelqu'un qui est en train d'immigrer mais bien:''celui qui vient s'installer dans un pays étranger''.
Ce que je voulais exprimer ici n'est pas tant relatif au sens profond des mots qu'au choix que l'on fait face à ces mots.
Je pourrais ajouter le mot ''émigré'' qui est également utilisé en France pour désigner ce qu'au Canada on appelle un ''immigrant''.
Considérant les graves problèmes d'intégration et le racisme lattant qui sévissent en France vis à vis les ''immigrés/émigrés'', je pense qu'il est légitime de se poser la question d'un rapport éventuel entre le choix des mots et l'ouverture à ceux venus d'ailleurs.
De même lorsqu'il quitte son pays, le français se qualifie ''d'expatrié'' en référence au pays qu'il a quitté au lieu de se désigner comme un ''immigré/émigré'' dans tel ou tel pays. J'en conclus que pour le français les termes immigré/émigré sont péjoratifs et ne peuvent s'appliquer qu'à l'autre, jamais a lui...
bonjour je sais que je vais faire des mécontents sur ce forum 🙂
"immigrant" cela ne veut strictement rien dire c'est un faux-ami emprunté à l'Anglais parce qu'au Canada anglais on parle de "migrant"
"Immigrant" c'est un participe présent dans la langue française ça signifie que c'est une personne qui débarque dans un pays pour y immigrer mais qu'il le fait constamment et que soit il n'est pas totalement intégré dans la société soit il va repartir ailleurs.
Donc vis-à-vis de la sémantique du Français cela est un non-sens total et n'a aucune signification...
Dans la langue anglaise il ya tonne de faux amis empruntés au Français et souvent employés dans le Français parlé au Québec : les finissants d'une université, compléter ses études, une canne, du jus de lime...
J'ai beau chercher dans tous les dictionnaires de la langue française, immigrant apparait toujours comme adjectif et nom. D'où tenez-vous cette définition?
Je sais que la langue parlée au Québec est truffée d'anglicismes, mais pas dans ce cas.
L'immigré est celui qui vient d'ailleurs, mais pas seulement. Les anglais qui viennent s'installer en France pour profiter du climat ne sont pas désignés comme des immigrés bien qu'ils rentrent dans la définition : L'immigré est dans l'imaginaire collectif celui qui vient d'un pays pauvre pour manger les ressources de notre pays.
On comprend donc bien que les expatriés francais qui s'installent à l'étranger ne veulent pas être désignés comme des immigrés : eux viennent d'un pays riche (ou en tous cas ils le pensent) , et ont un niveau d'études supérieur à la moyenne.
Soyons donc tous des voyageurs et éventuellement des immigrants de courte ou de longue durée!
Très bien! mais n'oublions pas aussi tout ceux qui restent à demeure, perpétuent l'originalité d'un pays, ses traditions et constituent la raison d'être de tous les voyages.
Encore heureux qu'il existe des péruviens, des laotiens, des burkinabés ou des canadiens de souche à rencontrer dans leurs pays respectifs, sinon autant rester à la maison!
"L'immigré est dans l'imaginaire collectif celui qui vient d'un pays pauvre pour manger les ressources de notre pays."
Lorsqu'on vit et travaille à l'étranger, de plus avec d'autres étrangers, qui eux aussi ont quitté leur pays, je peux vous assurer que le qualificatif "immigré" n'est pas dans "l'imaginaire collectif".
Ce n'est pas notre vision de nous-même qu'il faut prendre en compte, que l'on soit originaire d'un pays pauvre ou d'un pays riche. Lorsqu'on vit à l'étranger, il faut se demander surtout comment les autres nous voient, et surtout comment les natifs du pays nous voient.
Les natifs de votre pays d'accueil, si vous y avez immigré, même si vous y vivez depuis 10 ans, 15 ans, 25 ans, vous perçoivent comme un immigrant, que vous soyez Français ou de n'importe quelle autre nationalité. J'ai des parents en France qui y sont arrivés dans les années soixante et qui sont toujours considérés comme des immigrants. Ils ont gardé toute leur vie un très fort accent et bien entendu ils ne s'appellent ni Dupont ni Durand.
A mon tour j'ai quitté la France et je travaille avec de nombreux autres immigrants, nous ne sommes pas perçus comme des Canadiens même si nous avons presque tous demandé la citoyenneté.
Je ne suis absolument pas en train de me plaindre de quoi que ce soit, je ne fais que relater un fait qui existe bel et bien.
Que vous soyez éduqué ou que vous ayez été peu scolarisé, cela n'entre absolument pas en compte dans la définition d'un immigrant. De plus la France vue comme un pays riche, elle l'est toujours, mais elle est aussi vue comme un pays qui n'offre plus d'avenir à ses jeunes, ils sont de plus en plus nombreux à envisager l'immigration.
Si vous pensez que l'aventure est dangereuse, essayez la routine..., elle est mortelle
Que vous soyez éduqué ou que vous ayez été peu scolarisé, cela n'entre absolument pas en compte dans la définition d'un immigrant. De plus la France vue comme un pays riche, elle l'est toujours, mais elle est aussi vue comme un pays qui n'offre plus d'avenir à ses jeunes, ils sont de plus en plus nombreux à envisager l'immigration.
Vous utilisez le terme d'immigrant je ne sais pas ce qu'il en est au Quebec mais en France c'est beaucoup plus neutre que le mot immigré.
Je pense que les immigrants ne recherchent pas seulement l'aspect économique, il y a plein de chose qui poussent à s'installer à l'étranger, l'aventure, les grands espaces, la découverte d'une culture, une rencontre amoureuse...
Sinon au fond on est bien d'accord un immigré, immigrant, ou expatrié, ou même émigré (terme employé dans les pays d'origine, parfois avec dégoût, parfois avec envie) c'est la même chose, on est tous l'étranger de quelqu'un. Et c'est toujours drôle de parler à un expatrié en le désignant comme un immigré, ou de parler à un xénophobe des immigrés en les désignant comme des expatriés.
La sémantique c'est intéressant, j'ai même ouvert mon dictionnaire pour l'occasion, pour résumer:
immigr - é/er/ation/ant: va dans le sens d'arriver dans un pays
émigr - é/er/ation/ant: va dans le sens de quitter un pays (avec une annotation pour ce qui est de l'Histoire des aristos quittant la France pendant la Révolution et qui expliquerait peut être la connotation négative actuelle et évoquée plus haut dans la discussion (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7YKBZk3rTms&list=PL3dtGnNAtqtm_KJFfS9GIlFmla8kKYdSw)).
Pour ce qui est de l'exil, en pensant aux exilés fiscaux j'ai pensé qu'on pouvait en faire le choix.
Et ce que je trouve intéressant en cliquant Exil sur wikipédia, c'est qu'il place les migrants, expatriés, réfugiés, etc, en tant que différentes catégories d'exil!
http://fr.wikipedia.org/...orie_d.27exil.C3.A9s
Manque donc dans l'article de wikipédia la catégorie voyageur en tant qu'exilé.
Le voyageur au sens poétique, qui réfléchit et analyse, qui mène une quête sans frontière.
Et les pirates, dont j'aimerais le statut s'ils étaient des gentils!
Tout à fait d'accord. On préfère le terme "expatrié" car il est le vestige d'une période glorieuse où l'on quittait la France pour aller travailler à l'étranger dans des conditions privilégiées : poste de direction, salaire élevé, logement et voiture de fonction, prise en charge des frais de scolarité des enfants, etc.
L'expatrié faisait partie d'une corporation enviable et comme on aime bien les corporatismes on essaie de garder le terme même si aujourd'hui la plupart des "expatriés" partent avec un contrat local ou même sans contrat du tout, juste pour tenter leur chance ailleurs... comme le font tous ceux que l'on appelle les immigrés.
J, ai moi-meme quitte le pays ou je suis ne pour venir m'installer dans ce pays que j'appelle le mien. Je ne me cosidere ni comme expatrie, ni comme immigre, immigrant, mais tout simplement le citoyen de mon pays, les USA.
Je constate que les français qui décident de vivre dans un autre pays se décrivent comme des ''expatriés''. Je constate aussi qu'en France les gens venus d'ailleurs sont désignés comme des ''immigrés''.
J'invite à réfléchir sur le sujet. Au Canada, les gens venus d'ailleurs sont désignés comme des ''immigrants''.
Autrement dit, ce qui les caractérise ce n'est pas tant qu'ils aient quitté leur pays, mais plutôt qu'ils aient décidé de venir vivre au Canada. C'est le pays d'accueil et non pas leur pays d'origine qui détermine leur nouveau statut.
Quand au .''expatrié'', je le trouve pour le moins triste et déprimant, mais au même titre que le immigré-immigrant, je constate qu'il met plus l'accent sur le fait d'avoir quitté un pays que sur celui d'avoir choisi de vivre dans un autre...Je trouve qu'expatrié ça sonne comme condamné, c'est horrible à mon oreille!
Quand j'étais petit, on m'a dit que j'étais un ''rapatrié'' d'Algérie. Eh! ça va faire la patrie!
Soyons donc tous des voyageurs et éventuellement des immigrants de courte ou de longue durée!
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How heavy do I journey on the way,
When what I seek (my weary travel’s end)
Shakespeare sonnet 50, vers 1- 2.
Réflexions de voyageurs › Amérique du Sud · 286 replies
S’installer de manière durable en Amérique latine ne détruit-il pas le mythe? C'est un long et vaste sujet, je pense que les deux opinions sont totalement…
Voici un article très intéressant que j'ai trouvé et que je voudrais partager avec vous, écrit par un psychologue français. Il s'agit de ses observations…
Oui je sais, long time no see... Je vous écris aujourd'hui pour partager avec vous des réflexions qui me traverse l'esprit vu ce que je vis en ce moment...…
J'espère que je n'ai pas posté mon message au mauvais endroit, je ne savais pas quelle rubrique serait la plus appropriée. Je me permets de parler de ma…
bonjour à tous les voyageurs qui ont les yeux grand ouverts sur le désert ...
je me suis toujours demandé ce que je "foutais" sur la terre. Et pourquoi mon père, mort quelques mois après ma naissance, ancien plus jeune résistant français, avait rejoint la Première Compagnie Sahariene motorisée d'Atar, et passé le reste de sa vie à réparer des moteurs de l'armée, en Algérie, en Mauritanie, au Sénégal, au Mali (qui n'existait pas sous ce nom), au Maroc et pour finir en Algérie où ma mère est née et a grandi. (croyez moi c 'est pas "cool" d'être enfant de militaire en pays occupé par la France et encore moins enfant de "pied noir").
Bien sûr, je n'ai jamais eu de réponse : les morts ne parlent pas, et l'armée ne parle pas.
Seulement, voilà, j'avais des photos...
Alors forcément, un jour j'ai pris la route. Je voulais voir, comprendre.
C'est grâce à VF que j 'ai pu me documenter, un peu, sur le passage de la frontière Maroc Mauritanie et j'en remercie ses membres, tout comme je remercie toutes celles et tous ceux qui m'ont accueillie, pendant 14 ans, sur la route.
Depuis quelques semaines, je me demande si je dois en parler ou pas..
Il se fait que les Mauritaniens ont transformé ma vie en me demandant de l'aide... Et cela, dès le mois de février 2012... (avais je une dette envers eux ? Question sans réponse)
Ah ah. La belle affaire, ils m'avaient vu venir. Mais quand on vous met des enfants malades dans les bras, en vous suppliant de faire quelque chose, qu'auriez vous fait ? J'avais travaillé dans un hôpital, je connaissais un peu les règles à suivre. Je ne me suis pas posé de question.
Et bien, toutes ces années J'ai rencontré des médecins, des chirurgiens, et ensemble, nous avons organisé des prises en charge, des évacuations d'enfant, des formations de chirurgiens, jusqu'à tenter de ne plus faire voyager les enfants hors de leur pays, et cela n'a jamais été simple. J'en profite pour remercier celles et ceux qui nous ont soutenus ainsi que la Chaine de l'Espoir, la Fondation Face au Monde et toutes celles et ceux qui ont tissé des liens entre nos deux pays.
Malheureusement, et malgré les efforts permanents des médecins et chirurgiens mauritaniens, certains enfants n'ont pas pu être pris en charge à temps. Aujourd'hui je voudrais parler de quatre frères et soeurs, orphelins de mère, atteints d'un glaucome congénital provoquant une cécité irréversible. Leur cas m'a été confié en 2020 quelques semaines avant le grand confinement. Nous n'avons rien pu faire pour eux alors, quand leur père m'a demandé un cadeau, je me suis jetée sur mon ordinateur et j'ai écrit une histoire.
A travers un conte, les enfants vont réaliser un grand voyage, explorer leur pays, réaliser un rêve. Jamais je ne pensais que ce livre serait publié, il l'a été, en 2023.
Ce livre rend hommage à la Mauritanie, il est un message pour celles et ceux qui ne se conaissent rien des difficultés de la vie là bas, il porte la dureté et la beauté d'un désert immense où il est possible de se ballader en 4X4, à vélo, à pied, à dos de dromadaire, en toute sécurité, il témoigne de la bienveillance des Mauritaniens pour le voyageur.
En tant que femme seule avec mon véhicule, un vieux Mercedes au chassis maintenant pourri et qui ne roule plus, j'y ai fait les plus belles rencontres de ma vie (j'ai vu d'autres coins du monde...).. Les enfants aveugles de Choum, d'Atar, de Nouadhibou et de Nouakchott sont à jamais dans mon coeur.
Des lectrices bénévoles ont transcrit le livre en versio audio gratuite pour les malvoyants, il est disponible dans les bibliothèques sonores de France, de la Fondation Valentin Hauy, dans la bibliothèque suisse romande.
J'ai effectué mon dernier voyage en Mauritanie avec mon vieux 4X4 afin d'offrir le livre un peu partout et surtout à ses héros et à l'école des malvoyants de Nouakchott.
Ensuite, j'ai pensé que la page devait se refermer parce que je n'ai plus ni les moyens ni la force de voyager.
Mes éditrices avaient choisi de lui donner ce titre : les yeux bleus du désert.
Cette publication a permis à une mission d'ophtalmologues bénévoles suisses de venir opérer les glaucomes en Mauritanie. Je m'en réjouis car chaque année, ils reviennent !
Cette aventure se termine, oui, car il faut une fin à tout, mais au final, elle est née ici, dans le site de VF !! Alors oui, il fallait que je le dise : MERCI !!!!!
Hi everyone,
I’m Loulou, a French expat who’s been living in Southeast Asia for about fifteen years, currently in Phnom Penh, Cambodia. A passionate walker at heart, I’ve trekked in Nepal (Thorung La, Mardi Himal), India, Vietnam, and I’m still planning new hikes (Char Dham, Langtang, Annapurna).
I’ve just published my first travel journal, recounting three months of walking and encounters across India. A portion of the sales goes to an educational center I support in Kep, for children whose parents work in the salt marshes.
I’m also working on a second book about Nepal with a musician friend, focusing on the Mardi Himal trek—two independent perspectives on the same journey.
Happy to swap stories with you about the Himalayas, India, Southeast Asia, or just the urge to hit the road and walk far from home.
Safe travels,
Loulou
Hi! It was totally by chance that I stumbled upon VoyageForum (an ad online and a story lol), and I’ve been reading some really old posts from 2011 about Thai massage schools—discussions on how to get by, accommodation, prices, etc. It reminded me of my own experience: I kept things simple by staying with a local family during my entire trip. I only shared all the expenses with them, which, I’ll admit, was super cheap… and I often traveled with them, which naturally opened a lot of doors for me. To start, at the school in Salaya, my Thai friend immediately connected me with Teacher Phong (the school’s mentor and teacher of teachers, a former monk). I was supposed to join a group session with other foreigners, but for some reason I don’t know, I got two days of private lessons for free with this expert… incredible! And on top of that, he loved France! It was an amazing experience. I "discovered" massage by chance—the Thai family just told me: "Try it, you’ll see!" (I’d had a pretty intense massage in the capital before 😅… but the next day, I felt unbelievably great!))
Every morning, I’d take a taxi (chosen by the Thai family at prices that beat all the competition) to this school—I’ve forgotten the name of the little village now… right in the heart of the countryside. Then, in the evenings, I’d keep practicing massage on all the family members… and they’d teach me Thai at the same time!))
Since then, I’ve practiced a bit, with lots of positive feedback. Following Teacher Phong’s advice—he thought my pressure was deep, firm, and precise—he strongly encouraged me to take this seriously.
I love Thailand so much. It’s a whole different way of living… and it’s a real blessing, even if I couldn’t live there full-time. Anyway, that was an unforgettable memory, and sometimes the Thai family and I still say hi—from 2011, 2013… right up to today!
Who’d like to share their best and worst travel memories in a few lines?
For me, it’s watching the TAJ MAHAL at sunrise and getting chased by dogs at the top of a mountain pass in GREECE on the way back from ISTANBUL.
THANKS GUYS
"It seems to me that poverty would be less painful in the sun" wrote Aznavour...
Not sure...😕 Who can prove that people in hot countries are happier than others?
What do you think?
Is it better to live in Montpellier than in Lille?
Are the Pygmies happier than the Inuit?
Are Canadians less happy than the people of Louisiana?
Are there more French expats in hot countries?
And your travels? Do you choose your destinations based on the climate?
Do you rejoice when a bit of sunshine appears?
Hi everyone, just this once I’m not posting for a travel story, but to share a thought for Venezuela.
If you didn’t know—since it’s not making headlines—the country was hit by two 7.5-magnitude earthquakes last week. Over 2,200 people have died, more than 50,000 are missing, and some coastal towns have been completely destroyed.
Maybe when the scale of the humanitarian crisis becomes clear, our media will cover it a bit more... especially since earthquakes with this many casualties usually make the front page, but there’s been nothing in France.
So here’s a thought for this country, which, whatever you think of its politics, is a true jewel of South America, both for its landscapes and its people.
hi there
I’d like to invite you to discover my coastal province in central Vietnam: Quang Ngai.
This year, my province has really improved its infrastructure—mountains, countryside, and sea are all authentic here.
No harassers or thieves, and no Russians either.
A local lunch costs around 1 €.
A *** hotel room is about 25 €, and you can find hotels right on My Khe Beach.
We have a specialty: *banh xeo*—10 crepes for just 1.5 €.
You can rent motorbikes to explore the province and maybe visit the many ethnic minorities.
I live here—I’m not selling anything, but I can help if needed (my father-in-law is a traditional Vietnamese doctor and he’s very skilled).
Hi everyone! 😉
I’m Typhaine, 35 years old. Five years ago, I left France for a solo round-the-world trip—no planes, just a van, hitchhiking, cycling, and even a canoe in the Amazon! Today, I work as a naturalist guide in Argentine Patagonia.
Wherever I go, my compass stays the same: observing and photographing wildlife, which I deeply admire and respect.
My project: I’d love to share this experience through a sustainable, authentic, and immersive nature tourism initiative. But to build something meaningful, I need to understand how other nature enthusiasts experience their own adventures.
If you:
Are over 20 years old
Have a true passion for Nature
Have already taken at least one trip lasting more than 3 nights (in your country or abroad) in your life
Promise: I’m not selling anything, this isn’t marketing. Your answers are 100% anonymous and will only help me shape this wild project.
A huge thank you to everyone for your help and kindness! Looking forward to chatting in this thread 😛
(Dear admins, this is purely a collaborative effort for my project study, with no commercial purpose. Thank you so much for your support!)
Photo: Grizzly Bear (Ursus arctos horribilis), female on the left and her cub on the right. Photo taken by me in Alaska, Denali National Park.
It’s something we often notice in this forum—and many others—this behavioral shift.
A long-time member, or even a new one, asks a question.
They get one or more answers, some brief, some detailed, and then... nothing???
Not even a simple thank you!!!
From what I’ve gathered, if the answers don’t align with what they wanted to hear, it seems natural for the asker to just disappear!! 😕
Unless—(and I fear this is the case)—basic politeness is no longer part of our society????
I spent 3 weeks in Bali last summer (+ 3 nights on Gili Meno and a day trip to Kawah Ijen in Java). So I wanted to see what ChatGPT could suggest for comparison...
Here’s the prompt I gave:
"You’re a local expert guide for Bali.
- Plan a 20-day itinerary for Bali with a side trip to Gili Meno and a day trip to Kawah Ijen in Java without staying overnight.
- I’m traveling with my wife, and I love visiting historical sites, hiking, relaxing at the beach, snorkeling, and exploring rice terraces...
- For the duration of the stay, I don’t want more than 8 places to sleep, and I’d like to stay at least 2 days at each stop to avoid unpacking too often. Except for the last night, where I’m okay with just one night near the airport.
- I prefer neighborhoods that are walkable and try to avoid typical tourist traps, though I don’t want to miss the must-see spots. So suggest a mix of iconic sites and hidden gems.
- Recommend hotels or guesthouses with a budget of 50 to 100 € per night, including breakfast. Make suggestions in areas popular with travelers, specifying the vibe (I prefer quiet), and consider safety and proximity to attractions.
- For lunch and dinner, suggest two to three restaurants that are well-rated by customers.
- Give me a day-by-day program with details on travel times, visiting times for each point of interest, and recommendations for transportation (taxi, train, bike, etc.).
Estimate the total cost of the trip, including accommodations, food, transportation, and activities, and suggest two tips for saving money in each category.
- Don’t make anything up—be realistic about travel times, take into account the opening dates and hours of sites, and give me the entry fees for places to visit.
- Ask me all the questions until you’re 95% sure you understand what’s being asked. Don’t generate your response until you’ve understood."
The AI asked for a few clarifications:
"Great request—I can build you a really optimized and enjoyable itinerary, but to be 95% sure I hit the mark, I need a few key clarifications (this will really influence the pace, areas, and accommodations)."
In the end, it proposed a program very close to what we actually did.
I’ll skip its accommodation and restaurant suggestions...
Its proposal:
"Ubud (4 nights) => we did 5 nights
Sidemen (2 nights)
Amed (3 nights) => we’d planned 2 nights
Gili Meno (3 nights) => we did Gili between Sidemen and Amed
Munduk (3 nights) => we did 2 nights before Pemuteran
Pemuteran (3 nights) with Ijen => we did 4 nights
Sanur (2 nights + 1 last night) => we chose Jatiluwih instead of Sanur
It suggested "activities" (and accommodations too):
IN UBUD:
- Walk around central Ubud (1–2h)
- Campuhan Ridge Walk
- Tegalalang Rice Terrace
- Tirta Empul
- Gunung Kawi
- Massage / market / slow café
IN SIDEMEN:
- Rice terrace hike (2–3h)
- Cooking class
IN AMED:
- Snorkeling
- Japanese Shipwreck
- Beach + relaxation
- Volcano sunset
ON GILI:
- Snorkeling at Gili Meno Turtle Point, Nest Underwater Statues
IN MUNDUK:
- Jungle & waterfall hike - Munduk Waterfall + Melanting Waterfall
- Loop: 3–4h (perfect for your level)
- Ulun Danu Bratan Temple
- Twin Lakes
IN PEMUTERAN
- Snorkeling: Menjangan Island
For Kawah Ijen, it detailed the day well:
👍 from Pemuteran = best possible option
12 PM: leave hotel (we left at 10 PM)
1 PM: ferry
3 PM: arrival in Java + transfer
11 PM: start ascent
2 AM–6 AM: volcano
Return to Bali around 11 AM–12 PM (we got back at 4 PM)
👍 still very intense, but doable with an agency
💰 ~80–120 €/person all-inclusive
IN SANUR:
- Relaxation
- Quiet beach
- Proximity to airport (30 min)"
I’ve kept the habit of blowing my nose in the sink and then washing my hands—a custom I picked up in India. Sometimes, non-travelers are shocked when they catch me in the act... 🤪
Also, when I run out of toilet paper, it doesn’t bother me—unless I’ve got company over... 🤪
Just got back from walking a friend’s dog (while they’re on vacation), wearing a djellaba and Tibetan boots... 😏😏😏 Oh, for sure, if I’d run into locals, I probably would’ve shocked them? 😏
Anyway, as long as I’m not spitting on the floor at a restaurant or squatting on the side of a highway with a water bottle in hand...
After taking a little trip around the world, I came back a few months ago with an idea in mind.
I mostly do diving, and I love observing animals in their natural habitat without disturbing them.
During the trip, I realized it was quite complicated to know where and when to see certain species.
For example:
where to dive with sharks or manta rays
where you might get a chance to swim with whales
I even discovered thresher sharks during my trip… I didn’t even know this species existed before, even though they’re incredible to see.
We spent a ton of time searching for info all over the place, especially on social media, without ever getting a clear picture.
So I started putting all this together on my own, in the form of a map, to make it easier to visualize where to go depending on the seasons.
I recently put a first version online (it’s called Fauneya).
There are probably mistakes, inconsistencies, or things to improve, and that’s partly why I’m posting here.
I’d really love to know how you all go about planning this kind of trip.
As part of my Master’s thesis, I’m currently conducting a public survey on a topic that concerns all of us when planning a trip: artificial intelligence and the role of human contact in travel planning.
These days, we’re using more and more digital tools to find ideas, compare options, and book trips... but is the role of human advisors still essential? At what moments? And for what types of trips?
The survey is anonymous and takes about 7 minutes.
It’s aimed at anyone who travels (or has traveled) for leisure, whether you plan everything yourself or go through an agency.
While browsing the forum to gather info for my upcoming trip to Thailand, I often see the terms "traveler," "great traveler," and also "tourist"—so what’s the nuance for you?
I've traveled quite a bit in Vietnam over the past few years—from the southern delta to bustling cities and even some small islands—but what really sticks with me is the north, the high mountains.
Up there, there's something different—maybe slower, more raw. The morning markets with ethnic groups, women in traditional clothes, the colors...
The stilt houses, kids following you and laughing for no reason, the terraced rice fields—it almost feels unreal at times, so vast and quiet, yet so human and simple.
You often hear that Sapa has become too touristy, and that's partly true, especially in the center. But as soon as you move a little farther away, everything changes quickly. The landscapes open up, encounters feel more natural, and you rediscover something truly authentic.
I think it's that contrast that struck me—the difference between what you imagine before going and what you actually discover when you take the time.
And you—what memory do you hold onto from Vietnam? A particular place that touched you more than others?
Hello,
We’re finalizing the plans for our upcoming trip to China in May 2025. The second-to-last stop will be in Zhangjiajie, where we’ve planned to stay for 2 full days before heading to Shanghai.
We’re traveling solo using local transport and have arranged to stay in the city of Zhangjiajie.
We’ve seen that there’s a lot to see:
Tianmen Mountain, the Grand Canyon and the glass bridge, Zhangjiajie National Park, and that the sites are quite far apart with fairly expensive entry fees.
We’re thinking of dedicating one day to the national park and the Grand Canyon (glass bridge) and one day to Tianmen Mountain.
But we’re not sure if this plan is realistic—any thoughts would be much appreciated!
I should be serving a warming drink to the participants in the discussion about gardens and parks that provide us with beautiful photos, I could mention the delicious buttery scent wafting from bakeries in the thread about returning to France, but my heart, its powerful pulse that nourishes my entire being, is elsewhere.
Dasht-e Lut, Yazd, Esfahan, Bam, Kerman, Qeshm, Hormuz—a melody, a prayer at the heart of desire.
A dream, an unattainable fantasy? No. Not anymore.
A very serious Italian travel agency is organizing this trip for 6 people this winter. I’m signed up, I’m going, I’m living. Maybe.
"But you’re completely crazy!!!!"
I know... I know that every civilization, every society has a vital need to create scapegoats to define and justify itself, pathetically. And Iran is one of them, top of the list. I laugh or sigh, and it doesn’t bother me.
But that unchanging red, deep red and garnet, so beautiful in itself, in all the Western chancelleries repeats, whispers, shouts: don’t go, don’t go, don’t go, you’re putting yourself in danger and we can’t do anything for you. You’ll be turned into mere bargaining chips, into arguments for endless negotiations. Fear must be instilled, its power absolutely preserved, no concessions made to the enemy. The information (how many French hostages, real or fake, compared to the number of travelers?) is always lacking.
Traveling becomes a merciless confrontation between desire, the vital pulse, and anxiety, its ghosts.
Hi everyone, here’s our itinerary. Arriving on the evening of December 13th. Departing on January 7th.
Thanks in advance for your tips and valuable feedback.
Manila – 1 night
Coron – 4 nights
Coron to El Nido cruise – 2 nights
El Nido – 4 nights
Port Barton – 5 nights
Flight from Puerto Princesa to Vigan
Vigan – 2 nights
Sagada – 2 nights
Banaue – 2 nights
Bagabag – 1 night
Manila – 1 night
I’ve only booked the flight to Manila and the Manila/Coron flight so far. Is it possible to book boat trips, accommodations, and the Puerto Princesa flight last-minute?
Really disappointed with Costa Rica! Pura vida? The scam of the century!
(Costa Rica pure emptiness).
The country where animals are free and people are in cages.
3 weeks in December in this country and never again. Imagine the trailer of a movie that seems interesting, and when you go see it, you realize it’s a flop and the best moments were in the trailer.
Well, that’s exactly how we felt with Costa Rica pure emptiness.
My wife and I have traveled quite a bit and didn’t expect to be so wrong about a place.
On the main routes, we visited:
San José
Alajuela
Limón, Cahuita, Puerto Viejo, Manzanillo (Caribbean side)
Jaco, Quepos, Manuel Antonio (Pacific side)
And a few short stops in intermediate towns.
Our dissatisfaction grew gradually like this:
When we arrived at the hotel, the taxi dropped us off on a small street in front of a white metal gate with ground-floor windows barred. We looked at it skeptically, but the sign matched.
He approached the gate, rang the bell, the buzzer sounded, and the door opened slightly. The hotel wasn’t bad for the price, a 10-minute walk from downtown, but with a "Fleury-Mérogis" vibe guaranteed.
So far, so good.
After showering and regaining our bearings, we headed downtown.
What started to unsettle us on the way was seeing houses with bars on the ground-floor windows and even on the second floor.
At first, we thought the hotel’s neighborhood wasn’t great.
Downtown San José:
It’s a generic city, not very exotic, with a pedestrian street and a small mercado where you can eat local food without frills. Very few tourists—if any—which let you blend in with the locals. We had lunch and struggled to make ourselves understood because, aside from one or two shops, English wasn’t spoken.
On the way back to the hotel, we took a different route, and while chatting and strolling, my wife pointed out a beautiful two-story white house completely barricaded like Fort Knox.
From that moment, we started noticing the facades of houses and buildings, and wow, it was creepy—most looked like prisons, some even with barbed wire.
Though put off, we told ourselves it was probably a big-city thing and the rest of the country couldn’t be like this.
So far, so good.
We relaxed at the hotel and had a drink at the bar. Night falls early, around 5:30 PM. By 7:30 PM, we headed back downtown for dinner. A bit unsettling for a capital—downtown was almost deserted, and aside from fast-food chains, very few restaurants were open, with hardly anyone on the streets.
Bars with security guards out front.
I won’t say we felt unsafe that night, but once it got dark, we realized the bars on the windows weren’t for nothing. First day in, and our impression was already mixed.
The next day, we explored the city and surroundings, and our feelings didn’t change.
So far, so good.
Off to Cahuita by bus—4 hours of travel.
The landscapes are very green but quickly become monotonous. The road runs alongside the forest and passes through a few towns and villages, and even in the countryside, there were just as many prison-like houses.
The bus dropped us off at Cahuita’s terminal station—only four of us got off. It’s a village, or rather, a small town. Cahuita is basically one straight road and a perpendicular one, and honestly, doubt started to creep in.
A few restaurants that add 13% tax and 10% service charge—so 23% extra. We dropped our stuff at the hotel and went to explore. In 20 minutes, we’d seen it all. We had lunch and planned to check out the famous park.
Entry is by donation—well, the "entry" is a joke. There’s a path along the forest by the sea, and that’s it.
Nothing’s going right anymore.
We thought it was a total scam, but since we hadn’t gone far, we decided to come back the next day to explore further.
We returned to the hotel, relaxed, and around 8:00 PM, we went out for dinner. Only two restaurants were open, and the streets were deserted.
Creepy!
The next day, we explored the so-called park more thoroughly and really got it.
A path along the forest by the sea—2 hours there and 2 hours back, where you see animals that feel like showing their faces.
A total joke—"all that for this?"
The beach was full of wood debris and coconut husks. We wondered if the photos online were edited because the sea, very rough, wasn’t the azure blue we’d seen in pictures.
But calling this a park is a joke—it’s like a new concept.
When we thought about the reviews online, we started to suspect that professionals with interests in the country were monitoring and countering any negative feedback that could harm their business.
Too bad we didn’t check the negative reviews beforehand—we did while we were there, and it helped. We wondered if we’d become too demanding after all our travels, but no—when something’s bad, it’s bad.
Manuel Antonio’s park is even more ridiculous—there’s a short path along the sea for about 500 meters, and then nothing. You have to climb through mud and hack your way through the forest. We ended up barefoot because the mud was up to our calves. All that to see a raccoon and a few parrots flying overhead.
We didn’t expect Noah’s Ark, but we’ve seen more animals in Bali, Mexico, and Thailand while visiting temples or just walking around than in these so-called parks!
Puerto Viejo, not far from Cahuita and supposedly livelier—well, it couldn’t be worse!
According to Lonely Planet, it had a Caribbean vibe and wild nights, but maybe that was a long time ago. The good reggae music playing everywhere isn’t enough.
In the evening, Puerto Viejo was a bit livelier than Cahuita, but that’s not saying much. Very few tourists—if any—no night market, just two or three shops open selling $20 T-shirts. Same vibe as San José.
No big deal—we enjoyed the beach and the sun, which was reliable.
Our itinerary was supposed to include Tortuguero Park, but after talking to other travelers who’d just been, we changed our minds, knowing we’d be visiting Manuel Antonio Park on the Pacific side.
To get back to the Pacific side, you have to take the bus and go through San José again—5 hours this time—then switch bus terminals and another 4.5 hours to Quepos.
A stopover town to get to Manuel Antonio’s beach and park!
A town just like the others we’d seen—deserted as soon as the sun sets, and not exactly bustling during the day either. (Where are all the tourists?)
Still as many bars on the windows and that feeling of being in the wrong place.
7 km later: Manuel Antonio beach and park.
The beach is very beautiful and quite large, but don’t expect turquoise blue water—the waves stir up the sand, giving the water a brownish color.
Along the beach, shops and restaurants for about 300 meters, and then nothing. At night, after sunset, the town shuts down too.
Manuel Antonio Park is highly praised for its wildlife, so we were eager to see it. When you express dissatisfaction with Cahuita or Manzanillo parks, the response is always, "But you should’ve gone to Monteverde or Manuel Antonio!" No matter what you do or say, they’ll tell you, "You should’ve gone there or here."
Back to our famous park—entry was about $16, and contrary to what we’d heard, it wasn’t crowded!
Guides at the entrance with spotting scopes offered their services for about $30.
The park: a mix of boardwalk and dirt paths through the forest, sometimes running alongside beautiful coves and beaches.
As soon as we entered, a crowd was taking photos of a deer eating leaves.
A little further on, a guide with a group of five stopped. The guide raised his arm and set up his spotting scope! He showed them, about 100 meters away, a hummingbird perched on a branch. Some, looking through the scope, exclaimed, "Oh my God! Amazing! Incredible!"
For a moment, we thought they’d discovered a unicorn or were in Jurassic Park and had just crossed paths with a T-Rex!
The concept is comical—looking at a bird or another animal through a spotting scope because it’s too far away. Isn’t that what TV is for?
For our part, we saw monkeys, ants, an armadillo, an iguana, and the backside of a sloth climbing a tree. Amazing, incredible!
We stayed a few days in Manuel Antonio to enjoy the beach, changing hotels often because prices varied wildly from one day to the next for shameful services. On top of that, they’d quote a price in dollars and convert it at their discretion—thieves!
Alajuela, a city near the airport, has a two-story mall and a local market downtown! No interest except its proximity to the airport.
What we liked:
The climate and, in hindsight, San José—the most authentic city we visited.
What we didn’t like, in addition to what we’ve already mentioned:
Costa Ricans aren’t very friendly or communicative. English is barely spoken, not even by doctors at Quepos Hospital, where my wife ended up with food poisoning (thanks, Google Translate). The widespread obesity among Costa Ricans, who eat like Americans. The insecurity. The eco-hipsters who leave their $150 lodges in minivans with guides to visit parks and other sites, then return to barricade themselves in their fortresses at nightfall (oh my God, amazing, incredible). The blue signs at the entrance of towns that accept this payment method: "We accept American Express." Parking lots that become paid just because a guy is watching your car. Prices displayed in dollars. The cost of living (hotels, restaurants, taxes). Landscapes that are too green and not flowery enough. Beaches—nothing exceptional. Pollution in cities where big American trucks rule. Sewage dumped directly into the sea. Aside from the jungle, there’s nothing to visit—no ruins, monuments, or anything worth seeing.
In short, my wife and I think the hype about this supposedly eco-friendly country is overrated. It’s just the trendy destination of the moment. There are much better, cheaper, and more authentic places.
In hindsight, we keep the good memories and our beautiful photos, but if we had to do it over...
Before signing off, a little message to those who don’t like hearing opinions different from theirs:
Well, some things aren’t up for debate. And to those who’d have us believe that in 3 weeks, we don’t have the right to criticize a country or express our feelings—how can you praise it in so little time? What a scam. Costa Rica is a money pit. Pura vida? Pure cosmic emptiness.
If you like spending your evenings barricaded in your cozy hotel after dark, this country is for you.
For everyone else: run!
Hello,
Since the war between Russia and Ukraine, nothing is simple anymore for traveling to Belarus due to sanctions.
No more direct flights from the EU to Minsk.
Driving is a huge hassle, especially crossing through Poland at the only open border in Brest—you can wait 2, 3, or even 4 days just to get through by car.
The least painful driving option is to come via Lithuania and cross at the only open border, with a minimum wait time of 8 hours, sometimes up to 20 hours or more!!
Controls are very strict and annoying on both the Lithuanian and Belarusian sides. Avoid bringing alcohol, food, or cigarettes—everything will end up in the trash, especially when leaving Belarus for Vilnius, where the Lithuanians are tough, even with EU citizens.
The joy I once knew when visiting my wife in Minsk is sadly over—it’s now a real ordeal.
The fastest solution is to fly. My wife travels to France by taking a bus to Kaunas in Lithuania, where you can catch a flight (though not daily) to Paris Beauvais or Charleroi in Belgium with Ryanair, for example.
For the return trip, it’s the same: a flight to Kaunas and then a direct bus from the airport to Minsk.
The bus crossing is quicker than driving—the 250 km journey, including border checks, takes about 6 to 8 hours for buses leaving Lithuania around midnight, but controls are still strict at the border.
The biggest challenge is finding flight schedules that align with the bus routes between the two countries, given the unpredictable border crossing times.
Now, my wife travels via Charleroi in Belgium (near Brussels), and you can take a train to Paris. Alternatively, you can fly into Beauvais and take a bus to Paris (Porte Maillot).
For those driving, note that EU insurance and assistance policies no longer work in Belarus or Russia. You’ll need to get local insurance, usually limited to third-party liability (I don’t think full coverage exists?), as well as mandatory medical insurance. This is available at the border.
You now have to pay highway tolls—no more BELTOLL boxes. Instead, you pay a flat fee for the duration of your stay. Stop at the first gas station after crossing from Lithuania to fill up on fuel and cigarettes.
From what I know, Lithuania bans carrying more than 60 € in cash, but there’s no limit for USD (though it’s capped at $10,000??).
With a Visa card, you can now withdraw 1,000 rubles per week (about 270 €)—two months ago, it was only 500 rubles!!
For now, you can still pay by card in shops and gas stations.
However, major retailers like KORONA (which may be Russian-owned??) no longer accept foreign Visa cards.
Unfortunately, the additional sanctions announced by the U.S. on August 5, 2025, against Russia—and possibly Belarus—aren’t promising for the future.
After 20 years of visiting Belarus, I’m truly saddened to see the joy of living in this country with my wonderful wife turn into such a bleak situation, all because of human folly.
Hi everyone!
I’m putting together our travel itinerary for Veneto at the end of April. And the more I look and research potential sites to visit, the more I find!
We’ll only be there for a week—my family and I—including 3 days in Venice. So we have to make some choices...
I plan to rent a car when we arrive in Venice and head straight to Bergamo, which would be our first stop. We’d leave the car at the airport when we return to Venice so we can explore the city at our leisure.
What do you think:
1 night in Bergamo (a 2h15 drive from Venice airport),
1 night in Garda,
1 night in Verona,
1 in Padua, and
3 in Venice—would that be doable?
Thanks in advance for your tips and experiences! :)
Now that the curtain has fallen on the past year, it’s time to see what’s happening around here.
It seems pretty quiet, but I’ll read more in detail later.
First, I need to tell you all an anecdote.
My eldest little girl, in her third year of law school, was really scared she wouldn’t pass the year.
I told her:
“Trust yourself, you’ve worked so hard, and worst case, if you fail, you’ll just redo the year.”
“But I don’t think I’ll make it—they changed the rules, and if I mess up even one unit, I have to start all over.”
I knew her grades weren’t exactly stellar, and with what I was about to say, I wasn’t taking much of a risk.
“Here’s the deal, sweetheart: if you pass, I promise I’ll take you to India, just the two of us.”
I have to admit, India is a country I’ve talked about so much to all my grandchildren that in their minds, it’s become a magical, mythical place (hmm).
July had barely begun when my phone rang, her name flashing on the screen.
“Mamido, I did it!”
My promise came rushing back—oh no, oh no, oh no!
“Congratulations, sweetheart!”
A little shyly, she said:
“Is the India trip still on?”
And me, replying:
“Of course it is!”
And that’s that—a promise is a promise, or you risk losing that precious trust that keeps hearts warm and at peace.
We’re leaving in February. Only 8 days—yikes, the carbon footprint!
But we can’t miss her tutorials, or she’ll be kicked out.
Personally, that works just fine for me.
Going to India has become a challenge for me. It’s far, it’s exhausting, I sweat, I hate mosquitoes, the spices bother my mouth when I used to love them. There’s noise all the time—at night, the dogs bark nonstop, and we almost get run over. I’ll get lost in the streets because my sense of direction has vanished. I don’t like rice anymore. All that chaos and those cultural differences that once enchanted me now just overwhelm me.
But I promised.
The upside—and it’s a big one—Raman, the same driver I’ve had forever, will be at the airport with a sign with our names. We’ll stop at the same little shop for chai (or tea, plain and simple) with that aroma that intoxicates me, halfway through the trip.
It’ll be a tiny trip—staying with friends, I’ll show her a few places I love: Chidambaram, Mamallapuram, and the clinic where I worked. Then we’ll head back.
My little girl will go home to her parents.
As for me, I’ll leave right away for our Scottish island with Homme for our chilly winter.
How can you love a country so much you want to live there, then suddenly reject it, no longer able to appreciate what once made it special?
That’s the mystery of love, I guess.
I’ve visited the U.S. four times myself, including two long road trips. The last one was just this past August...
I won’t be going back. I already felt guilty last August, but recent policies have finally convinced me: the humiliation of Zelensky, authoritarian excesses, Gestapo-like methods for detaining people of foreign origin, the murder of innocent people (a mother shot dead), corruption, insane "tariffs," skyrocketing healthcare costs for Americans, the abduction of foreign figures to secure oil, the requirement to disclose social media accounts, and now... threats and blackmail to forcibly take Greenland—a region that belongs to Denmark and thus the European Union!
The reality is that simply posting this could get me denied entry to the U.S.!
In this context, I just can’t keep spending money there. I loved my trips, but there are so many other countries with stunning landscapes to explore.
So I get why you’d want to travel there. I did, and I loved it. But once a country no longer respects any of the values that made us love it, why go?
How can we even consider traveling to a country that threatens to take one of our territories by force?
Hello everyone,
Controversial topic? Not necessarily—maybe just a reflection on a world to come.
I spent the last 15 days of August on a cruise in Greenland, from Kangerlussuaq to Tasiilaq.
I was utterly amazed by this unique world of rock and ice, the little houses in every color, a simple life that’s also complicated by isolation and climate, among other things...
I carry in my heart the kindness of the people I met, the raw and gentle majesty of the icebergs, the colors of the sky...
So, I can’t even imagine a massive presence of raw material prospectors, heavy machinery requiring roads to be built—if that’s even possible—changing their way of life... putting sled dogs out to pasture!
Do fast food and Greenland’s northern lights really mix?
I wouldn’t trade my memories for an ESTA!
All opinions are respectable, which is why this isn’t a controversy—but I’m sorry, I have a soft spot for *my* Greenland.
We’re a couple aged 58 and 63. We’ve just returned from a wonderful trip to South India in Tamil Nadu and a few days in Kerala. We traveled with a local French-speaking guide and his friend, the driver. They both live in Pondicherry. We spent 3 weeks with them in the most authentic way!
We covered just over 2,500 km and visited not only temples but also archaeological sites, museums, and small artisanal businesses making tiles, tea, sculptures, bronze, and silk spinning. We were lucky enough to visit a public school, attend a wedding, and even a death announcement in a small countryside village. We were fully immersed in the culture, food, noise, and colors—it was incredible!
The hotels and guesthouses we chose were very clean and mostly quiet. We’re returning from India with amazing discoveries!
We’re happy to share more info if you’d like!
M-Claire and Jean
This catchy and somewhat mysterious title comes from several questions I’ve been asking myself.
VF has been back open for a reasonable number of weeks and months now.
The number of visitors overall matches past averages, but the number of members online in the last 24 hours seems relatively lower than what we used to see.
Yet, to my surprise, I’m seeing fewer travel journals, way fewer messages, and way fewer questions.
I don’t see many new registered users online, and I notice a number of members who are logged in but either aren’t participating or have stopped participating.
Something’s not adding up for me because, in my opinion, VF is still appealing, and I don’t see which other sites could really compete.
Was there a real break between pre- and post-Covid?
Does it just take more time for some people to discover the site or learn that it’s active again?
Do people now prefer quick consumption on sites like FB or others I’m not familiar with?
Where have the site’s old-timers gone, and what are they doing with their time now?
What’s really going on here?
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