en voyant le post de la miss sur un match de foot en bolivie, je me suis rappelé THE MATCH que l'on soit fan de foot (ce qui mon cas) ou alergique a ce sport (mais qu'on a quand méme regarder le match)
chaque francais se rapelle tres précisément ou il etait se soir la.
alors je vais commencer par lraconter ma soirée a hanoi, et tous ceux qui voudrons apres
hanoi 12 juillet 98
le match est a 2 h du matin
nous avons choisi un bar "branché" qui retransmet le match sur ecran géant, nous somme une cinquantaine francais et 3 brésiliens, une vingtaine de vietnamien pro bresilien.
les hymnes!!pour la 1er et seul fois de ma vie je chante la marseillaise, nous sommes tous les mains sur les épaules concient que cette soirée sera magique.
le match débute
1er buttttttttttttttttt le délire !!!!!
2eme but de zizou, les bouchon volent !!!!!
mi temps, je sort dehors il est 3 h du mat et la ville est en effervécences (les vietnamien sont sans aucun doute les plus passioné de foot avec les sud américains).
je m'assoie sur les marche de la cathédrale le temps de me remettre de mes émotions, des enfant jouent au foot (que des zizou bien sur)
il est temps de voir la 2eme mi temps
les minutes passent qui nous rapproche du bonheur!!derniere action le ballon qui remonte, tout les monde est debout;il va marquer, il va marquer........................buttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt
le délire complet dans le bar, tous le monde s'embrasse, tous le monde s'arrose, c'est incroyable.
le match est fini!! la coupe est a nous et la télé s'eteind
pour la 1ere fois depuis notre départ de france 23 mois plus tot (nous etions ds un tdm a vélo)je regrettede ne pas etre en france
mais a peine le match fini que c'est du délire dans les rues d'hanoi, il est 4 h du matin et tous le monde est ds la rue, nous sommes au bord du lac (ds le centre) lorsque nous tombons sur une fanfare de jeunes francais, tous le monde danse et cri
tous a l'ambassade!!!il est 5 h du mat lorsque nous arrivons devant les grilles 2/300 francais mélé de vietnamien danse font la chenille, c'est du délire!!la police n'as jamais vu ca
il est 6h du mat lorsqu'un de nous lance, tous a l'alliance!!!nous debarquons a une centaine devant l'alliance ou une soirée vip sur carton d'invitation etait donner, sans trop de résistance nous rentrons et finissons les petits four, je passe derriere le bar et ouvre la pompe a biere (rassurer vous c'est nos impots qui régalais!!!)tournée générale tant que la pompe débite
il est 7 h lorsqu'on sort de la, le jour se léve sur hanoi, tous au lac!!!, et c'est repartis ;la joyeuse troupe (une centaine de personnes repart en direction du lac) ;les gens nous applaudisent, certain se jete direct dans le lac, la fievre n'est pas retomber!!!
8 h du mat, c'est l'heure d'aller se coucher, une journée commence lorsque nous nous couchon la téte en féte.
ce soir la j'avais ma famille a st etienne, des potes a tahiti, san francisco, lhassa.
et vous vous etiez ou ?
c'etais comment ?
la vie est comme un livre, celui qui n'a pas voyagé n'en connais que la 1ere page.
Bon, alors moi ça n'a rien d'exotique car j'étais chez un ami qui habite à Sainte-Maxime et ce dont je me souviens c'est que ce jour là j'ai fait trois trucs qui me semblaient totalement impenssables et improbables avant cela :
1) regarder un match de foot en entier
2) "danser" en hurlant sur le toit d'un camion poubelle
3) aller en boîte à Saint-Tropez
😕...🙂
"Old travellers never die, they just smell that way"
Ben moi, j'étais en Grèce, seul dans la cour intèrieure de mon hôtel à Athènes à regarder le match sur une télé d'environ 12 pouces. J'avais quand même acheté quelques trucs à boire. J'ai crié tout seul comme un idiot quand on a gagné et les voisins (ayant leurs fenêtres donnant dans la cour intèrieure de l'hôtel) m'ont balancé des cailloux (véridique).
Par contre, pour la finale de la coupe d'Europe en 2000, c'était plus sympa car j'étais avec une grosse communauté française et italienne dans un bar à Quito en Equateur. Ce fût une grosse fête commencé avec des européens et fini avec des latinos dans les bars/discothèques de Quito.
Un des rares matches de foot que j'ai '"suivis".
Je m'occupais d'un hôtel et j'avais donné congé au veilleur de nuit (passionné de foot, tandis que moi... ben non) ce soir-là. Les clients étaient tous rentrés tôt, certains avaient commandé des plateaux en chambre à mon (excellent) voisin (excellent) restaurateur, et à chaque fois que son épouse livrait elle me tenait au courant du score, avec une excitation qui allait grandissant. Finalement, avec le suspense l'histoire prit de l'intérêt et lorsq'à la mi-temps elle passa la tête par la porte d'entrée en me disant "là, c'est fini les repas! on ferme et on se met devant la télé pour regarder la suite du match" j'ai décidé d'en faire autant. Extinction des feux, je suis montée dans mon petit appart' sous les toits et me suis assise en tailleur par terre devant un poste vite récupéré dans une chambre inoccupée. Les rues étaient désertes, silencieuses, et au but final les cris surgirent simultanément de partout, formant une clameur qui se répéta, juste avant les coups de klaxon, les pétards, et le déferlement de la foule dans la ville. C'était assez génial, même si je restais "coincée" à l'intérieur (boulot oblige). L'écran de la télé se remplissait des Champs Elysées noirs de monde et le commentateur disait qu'un pareil phénomène de foule en liesse ne s'était produit qu'à une seule occasion: la Libération. J'avoue que j'ai été partagée entre deux sentiments: une montée d'optimisme en me disant qu'un tel enthousiasme était possible, et une descente dans le pessimisme et la perplexité à l'idée que le c'était le foot qui l'avait engendrée...
"le silence des pantoufles est plus terrifiant que le bruit des bottes"
1/2 finale Croatie-France, nous sommes au Machu Pichu et le match commence à 14H00, nous sommes montés par le 1er bus le matin.Visite jusque 13h30 et descente trés rapide jusque Aguas Caillentes où nous avions repéré une télé dans un petit resto.Nous arrivons pour le coup d'envoi et regardons le match avec des péruviens qui pour l'occasion étaient supporters de la Croatie.La suite nous la connaissons tous mais je regrète d'avoir laisser mon épouse seule découvrir d'autres sites du MP pour voir des mecs taper (bien) dans le ballon.
Finale, nôtre trek est commencé et nous nous trouvons vers l'Ausangaté au alentours de 5000 métres, le MAM me touche et je suis trés trés mal, notre muletier à un poste dans un seau qu'il tient à la main et nous allons pouvoir suivre la finale en espagnol.J'ai tellement mal au crâne que je me couche trés vite lorsque nous arrivons à l'étape.Je vais suivre le match allongé, il doit faire -15° sous la tente.J'écoute malgré tout ce qui se passe et le buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut en espagnol si cher aux sud américains me résonne encore dans les timpans.Petiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit, j'en déduit que Petit vient de marquer de la tête, Francia goallllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll.Cela me fait du bien et je me souviens avoir eu un sourire.Quelques minutes aprés de nouveau goallllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll, Petiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit, je trouve que nos milieux sont trés bons.Francia goallllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll, des goal interminables, nos ariéros sont trés content, je les entends crier à mon attention Gérard, goalllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll.Et moi dont la tête va exploser, je continue de sourire, que j'aime mon Thermarest et mon duvet -20°, ils peuvent mettre tous les buts qu'ils veulent, dans ma tête il y a des ballons partout qui jouent au billard 🤪.
Il se passe un long moment avant qu'un nouveau goalllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll me sorte de mon semi coma où je semble m'enfoncer.Je crois comprendre que c'est Petit qui vient de mettre un 3eme but.Et puis Francia campéone .Voila j'en suis resté là durant toute la fin du trek, les piles du poste sont nases et c'est en rentrant fin juillet que je visionnerais le match et que je comprendrais que c'est Zidane qui à marqué les deux premiers but.Viva Francia😉
'ai tout aprit d'un coup moi, que la france était en final de la coupe du monde et que en plus elle était championne du monde ...:
J'était au Canada perdut en pleine foret au nord du lac st jean à une journée de quad de toute civilisation (c'est à dire un village de trapper). Alors que j'était trenquillement entrain de pagaïer sur le lac avec à bord de l'embarcation une jolie et jentille demoiselle (j'était en colo aventure), mon pote sort de la cabane en courant et en hurlant que la france est championne du monde ...
Incredule je me rapproche de la rive, pour mieux comprendre ces hurlement, et la part miracle j'entand que la france est vraiment championne du monde, dans un élant de joie, je saute direct dans le lac pour nager jusqu'as la rive (pas evident de nager avec des grosses chaussures de montagne) ....
Un grand momant de joie pour moi et une total surprise, noël avant l'heure en somme ....
Philo
"J'ai refait tous les calculs, notre projet est irréalisable, il ne nous reste plus qu'une chose à faire, le réaliser". Latecoere
dyslexique
Moi, j'étais à Paris, en train de diner chez des amis. Comme aucun d'entre nous n'était intéressé par le foot, on n'a pas allumé la télé, même si ce match là, je l'aurais bien regardé ... Mais, bref, on était là pour discuter et manger.
A un moment, on a entendu des clameurs dans la rue. Que se passe-t-il ? Ah oui, c'était ce soir la finale ... On allume le poste. Et là, incroyable, la foule en délire, dans le stade, sur les champs Elysées. Regrets profonds de ne pas être restée chez moi et d'avoir loupé le match. Alors, on décide de sortir voir ce qui se passe réellement. On était près de la Bastille et arrivés vers la place, un embouteillage monstre, des coups de klaxons, des gens maquillés en bleu blanc rouge qui hurlent, qui rient, qui s'apostrophent entre eux.
On a terminé au petit matin, dans le calme, en se promenant sur les quais de la Seine.
Salut, Ca commence avec les questions de mon entourage Parisien :- " Quoi tu quittes Paris, juste le Week-end de la Finale, Mais vous êtes dingues ?
- " Non pas dingues, mais un projet de mieux connaître Nantes et sa région, et ce pendant une bonne semaine. "
Voilà comment pour cette finale, la Parisienne que je suis, se retrouve en plein centre ville de Nantes, face à un écran géant, inoubliable !!!!
Photo 1 : Tout est calme, encore debout avec les amis, le match commence à peine.
Photo 2 : Gentiment assis, genre 30 secondes avant un des buts à cause duquel je serai tout simplement piétinée par mes voisins, complètement hystériques, j'arrive à me relever quand même pour faire pareil...
Photo 3 : Une très longue nuit, au centre ville, dans un Restau- Brasserie Alsacien je crois, le seul qui servait encore à dîner, jusqu'à l'aube.
Je ne regrette pas d'avoir troqué Paris pour Nantes bien au contraire, soirée mémorable pour tous. Nawal.
" En Afrique, quand un vieillard meurt, c'est une bibliothèque qui brûle..." Amadou Hampaté Bâ.
Marrant de lire les souvenirs vécus à Nantes par une parisienne pendant que le nantais que je suis venait d'arriver dans un centre de vacances à Sevrier (sur le lac d'Annecy).
Le soir, la majorité des vacanciers se sont retrouvés dans la salle de spectacles. Assis à côté de moi, un mayennais que j'avais connu l'année précédente et avec qui j'avais sympathisé. Joueur et entraîneur de foot, j'avais un commentateur personnel particulièrement averti.
Au premier but, il m'a sauté dans les bras et s'est retrouvé sur mes genoux.
Très inattendu d'autant qu'il mesure 1, 86m.
Enfin, les belles histoires naissent souvent de façon curieuse.
Depuis, nous sommes devenus amis et nous vous voyons régulièrement.
Pour moi, c'était à Urumqi. On était 4 Français qui nous étions rencontrés la veille (dont un couple qui faisaient un tour du monde en vélo) et dans la journée, on avait cherché chacun de son côté un grand écran pour voir ça.
On s'est retrouvé à 3 heures du matin au bar de l'Holiday Inn qui se trouvait à 100 m de notre hotel. On était les seuls Français, avec une vingtaine d'Arabes du golfe que le match n'intéresait pas vraiment, mais qui étaient là parce que c'était le seul endroit encore ouvert où ils pouvaient jouer aux cartes
Pas de klaxons après le match, les Chinois n'étant pas encore touchés par la footballmania à cette époque, et on est rentrés sagement dormir.
Pour la finale de l'euro 2000, j'étais dans l'avion entre Paris et Bangkok, mais le commandant nous a donné le résultat
Hello everyone! 🙂🙂,
A BIG thank you to all the travelers who sent us postcards this year—my students are becoming real geography whizzes!!!!!!!! I’m renewing my call for your kindness this year! We’re also working on food, so if your postcards can make our mouths water with local dishes, traditional meals, or typical recipes, that’d be amazing!!
Here’s a quick recap of the project:
I’m reaching out to all travelers and globetrotters on this forum. I’m a teacher in Creuse, working in a ULIS program (which welcomes children aged 6 to 12 with disabilities into a mainstream school). This year, I’m starting a school journal project that will involve the kids in many different topics. A big part of the journal will focus on opening up to the world, diversity, travel, countries, culture...
I’m launching a call to invite as many of you as possible to send us a little postcard (from France or anywhere in the world!) to take us on a journey and help us discover new places, countries, and horizons—much more fun and exciting than a regular geography textbook! One section of our journal could be called "We received mail from " and would be an opportunity to research that location and share what we learn with our readers (a super enriching activity in class).
The project starts in September 2025 but has no real end date, as this journal and world discovery initiative will span several school years (the kids stay in my ULIS program for multiple years). Postcards can be sent anytime—throughout the year, across seasons, even during holidays! (The kids will find them when they return.)
I hope this idea appeals to as many of you as possible and that you’ll spread the word to your fellow traveler friends. Make us dream, take us on a journey!!!
For those who’d like to write to us in a language other than French, no problem—quite the opposite!!
Thank you in advance for your participation(s)! Below is our address. Feel free to leave your own address on a corner of the postcard if you’d like us to write back! 😊
The ULIS program students
Bonnat Elementary School
12 rue Georges Sand
23220 BONNAT
Thank you, and see you soon, I hope! 😁
Julien
Many of us have noticed that bugs have been making it difficult to navigate the forum lately.
I’ll let Kate and Ticapi explain the issue:
I went to your profile to check out the Thailand travel journal, and when I clicked on it, it brought me back here again. All week, I’ve been dealing with bugs like this—it’s really discouraging from continuing on VF.🙁
I had the same thing happen, and multiple times. For me, it was Montagnard’s latest journal that kept coming up no matter which discussion I clicked on.
BOLIVIA: THE COUNTRY ON THE BRINK (What's Really Happening)
A dramatic saga is unfolding before our eyes in the Andes. Between suffocating blockades, clashes, an international airlift, and historic political decisions, Bolivia has just experienced 48 hours of rare intensity.
Here’s the full breakdown (economic, social, and political) of the last 48 hours:
For travelers and tourists: the article also includes an important note about the upcoming publication (starting tomorrow) of the precise status of roadblocks, route by route.
I’ll post the full update here on Voyage Forum!
Don’t miss this in-depth analysis. History is being written before our eyes! https://www.petitherge.com/bolivie-paralysie-et-ultimatum
I just discovered a great show on Arte.
It's called "7 en route": seven young European journalists travel around Europe in a fully converted bus, making reports on every city they visit. It's amazing! 🙂
Yesterday, for example, they were in Rome, Italy, and the reports included things like the world's smallest restaurant—a super romantic spot for two. There was also a report on the king of paparazzi in Italy.
They have to pick topics that let us discover the little quirks of each country. And at the end of each episode, we get to see the finished report.
It's such a great show, mixing journalism, travel, and discovery—basically, a must-watch!
It airs in the evening starting at 6:50 PM (I think), and it started this past Monday, July 14th.
If you watch it, let me know—we can chat about it!
I left my heart’s country eight days ago and returned to my adopted one—or was it the other way around? Scotland-Morvan, Morvan-Scotland, I’m not quite sure anymore.
After a quarter without dragging my slippers around here, even though I’d loudly declared I had no interest left in this site, here I am again!
My imagination never stays fallow for long. Just enough time for my inner land to rest. It gets overgrown with fresh nettles, the kind you can pick without getting stung. Then, it’s time to till the fragrant earth and let the story grow.
I hesitated over where to set this story.
Maybe the Highlands, maybe the Hebrides, maybe the Orkney Islands, maybe the Shetland Islands. All of Scotland is myth—easy to embroider.
But in the end, no. I’d almost be too afraid to bare my soul.
The story will take place at home. Simple, practical.
1)
This morning, I was up well before dawn, feeling a bit grumpy, but nothing a bowl of coffee won’t fix. I love my bowl, and no one dares take it. It’s porcelain, edged with intertwined blue flowers. On the bottom, it says "Revol." The factory has existed long before the Revolution. It was my great-grandmother’s bowl. She drank roasted barley from it during the war, then her Leroux chicory.
Last year, a little guy dropped it. My bowl broke into three pieces. A black anger vibrated deep inside me. The little boy was so upset, on the verge of tears. How could I scold him!
I picked up the three pieces and took Little Boy in my arms. His hair smelled of the light, sweet sweat of toddlers. A gentle hug that healed—his budding sorrow and my anger—everything vanished, and time carried on.
Today, my bowl is even prettier. Man fixed it using the traditional kintsugi technique, except he didn’t use gold powder or lacquer but superglue, and he delicately painted the cracks with woad blue. And my bowl is even more beautiful now.
I’m lingering, I can tell—it’s just that a story wraps itself in life, and life can’t be told in the snap of a finger. Life is long. Like in architecture, you start with a rough sketch, called a "sous-cul" (the initial pencil drawing), then you make a tracing, which is the work itself, the one you later carefully roll up in a wooden tube.
Life is like that: you erase, you start over, you use the nub of the pencil until it’s tiny, but you keep going—dreaming, loving.
"Living is a full-time occupation, a unique adventure. Always a surprise and a wonder, which sometimes turns into astonishment. And, from time to time, happiness."*
Alright, enough digressing—this introduction is definitely too long.
Tomorrow, I’ll get to the heart of the matter.
(I hate that expression; it feels like I’m cutting into someone’s skin.)
I’m Yann, a 28-year-old TikToker who loves traveling!
Since I’ve been to several destinations, I’d love to get a flag from each one as a sort of trophy. But from what I’ve seen online, a lot of sites sell them with what looks like really poor quality...
So I’m reaching out to you all to share a site you usually use—help me start my collection! :)
hi there
I’d love to get some opinions—I’ve never used Airbnb before.
They’re offering a key handover via lockbox.
Any tips or advice?
Is it reliable?
Best,
Hi there, I’m Laura, and I’m looking for a few people to answer some questions so I can understand your travel wishes and challenges. It won’t take long—I can chat here, by email, or by phone. Don’t worry, I’m not selling anything! 😊
On this forum, we talk a lot about trekking in the Himalayas, but I’d love to share another side of Nepal: its spiritual, cultural, and religious atmosphere, especially in Kathmandu.
Nepal, much like Tibet and Bhutan, is deeply connected to the Himalayas—the ultimate sacred mountain range. This small country exudes a calming vibe, shaped by a strong spiritual dimension. What I loved most was the unique sensory experience you get there. Walking around temples and tantric monasteries, a distinct scent fills the air—aromatic plants used for ritual fumigation. Locals mainly burn Himalayan juniper, cedar, sandalwood, and other local essences. This fragrant smoke is a way to purify the space and reach the deities, and you’re constantly enveloped in these aromas.
Another striking aspect is the sound. As soon as you step outside, you hear bells ringing in front of temples. People ring them three times before praying to announce their presence to the deities. Nepal is also the birthplace of singing bowls and sound meditation practices. In Kathmandu, you can easily find meditation sessions or "sound baths."
The spiritual dimension is everywhere: a Hindu sadhu practicing asceticism, a lama in deep red robes with his mala, turning a prayer wheel while murmuring "Om mani padme hum." Newar Buddhism, Tantrism, and Hinduism coexist harmoniously in daily life.
For those who love exploring a destination through its culture and spirituality, Nepal is an unforgettable place. What was your spiritual experience in Nepal like?
Hi,
I’m landing in Quebec and then heading to New Brunswick and Nova Scotia. I’d like to rent a pick-up. My question is: does this vehicle come with a cover and is it secure enough to store luggage in? I’ve heard two conflicting opinions. Thanks
I just installed the Maps.Me app on my phone. I only recently found out about this app. I’m traveling in 2 weeks and a few days, and I’m a bit stuck on how to use it.
I’m from the Montreal (Quebec) area, and I’d love to know if there’s a kind soul out there who could help me get started and use the app at least minimally.
If there are private lessons available, I’d be interested in those too.
Like many others, I’m overjoyed to hear that VoyageForum is reopening! I’ve been waiting hopefully for this, and it’s wonderful that it’s finally happening!
I just couldn’t bring myself to actively participate in other French-language travel forums—their format and way of doing things never appealed to me as much. I really hope that VF’s structure, categories, and interface won’t change too much despite the handover, because I’m very attached to them. Through thick and thin, the site has held strong—it’s amazing!
In a previous message, François mentioned that there were positions to fill ahead of the reopening, including moderators...
I’ve been eagerly waiting for this and hoping to send in my CV.
Now, after reading the latest message, it seems like the team is already fully formed. But are there still a few spots left to fill?
I’ve been a VF member for 20 years (since 2004). I’d love to contribute to this wonderful adventure as a moderator if VF would trust me with the role. If the team is open to reviewing it, I’m ready to send my CV. Could you let me know the next steps?
I’m planning a 3-week trip to Japan in May with Voyage Privé. The package includes a 5 GB eSIM, but my phone isn’t new enough to support it. VP told me I could buy a SIM card when I arrive at the airport.
Sure enough, I’ve seen online that this is possible with different providers.
I only need it for checking routes, looking up addresses, train schedules, etc.—basically using Google Maps, TripAdvisor, and similar apps. No heavy downloads or major internet use. All hotels should provide free Wi-Fi for that, right?
Has anyone got any tips for me on this? What have you tried, and how much did it cost?
Thanks for your help!
I’d like to know if you can buy reef-safe sunscreen sprays at 7-Eleven. If so, how much do they cost? We’re traveling with backpacks, so we’ll either buy 100ml here or in Thailand.
I wanted to share a really unpleasant experience from our last trip booked with Promoséjours and organized by FTI.
We booked an 8-day/7-night stay in Egypt, from June 8 to 15.
The flight initially scheduled was changed a week before departure to take off at 10 PM from Paris CDG.
In the end, it took off with a 1-hour delay and included an unmentioned stopover in Marsa Alam.
We landed in Hurghada at 4 AM and arrived at the hotel at 6 AM.
So, we spent our first night on the plane.
For the return trip, surprise—the flight was moved up. We left the hotel at 10:30 PM on Friday the 14th to take off at 2 AM and land at 7 AM at Paris CDG.
So, we spent our last night on the plane too.
After sending a complaint letter to Promoséjours / FTI, they replied that the first and last days can be dedicated to transport (which I already knew) and that no matter how many nights you book, you’re not guaranteed to spend them in the hotel—it could just as well be on the plane.
I’m really questioning this.
Isn’t there a law that protects customers in cases like this?
Because when I do the math, the first and part of the second day were spent on transport, same for the second-to-last and last day. And I paid for 7 nights for a stay that only lasted 5.
Anyway, I just want to say thanks to them—thanks to their two sleepless nights in transit, I’m coming back even more exhausted from a trip that was supposed to be restful!
I also want to warn anyone booking through this agency about visas for Egypt.
At booking, they told me the visa was included in the price, then they sent me an email saying I’d have to pay for it on-site at 25 €.
Once there, we were directed to a special line for FTI customers, and guess what? They charged us 30 €!
Basically, they’re great at making sure you *enjoy* your vacation—mostly by enjoying your wallet!
If anyone has dealt with this kind of situation and won their case, I’m all ears.
Hi there!
I’m heading to Thailand for two months.
So I thought I’d get a Thai SIM card to use Google Maps for getting around cities, mostly.
Here’s my question: will this SIM affect my apps? Or will they work the same as with my Orange SIM?
Is there any setup I need to do, or can I just pop in the Thai SIM?
I’d also like to switch back to my Orange SIM now and then while I’m in Thailand—on the same phone. Will I need to reset the phone, or will it reconnect without any issues?
Thanks in advance for your tips!
Best,
Huiclos
Hi, I’d like to know where we can buy beer or wine in Chefchaouen and around Merzouga. We’ll be doing a circuit and staying at the Parador Hotel in Chefchaouen and in a bivouac in Merzouga.
Thanks for any info you can share!
Hello everyone,
I’m reaching out to all travelers and globe-trotters on this forum. I’m a teacher in Creuse working in a ULIS program (which welcomes children aged 6 to 12 with disabilities into a mainstream school). This year, I’m launching a school journal project that will involve the kids in many different topics. A big part of this journal will focus on opening up to the world, embracing differences, travel, global cultures, and more.
I’m putting out a call to invite as many of you as possible to send us a postcard (from France or anywhere in the world)! The goal is to help us "travel" and discover new places, countries, and horizons in a way that’s much more fun and exciting than a geography textbook. One section of our journal could be called "We received a letter from ," where we’d research the location and share what we learn with our readers—a really enriching activity for the classroom.
The project starts in September 2025 but doesn’t have a strict end date, since this journal and world-discovery initiative will span several school years (the kids stay in the ULIS program for multiple years). Postcards can be sent anytime—throughout the year, across seasons, even during holidays! The kids will find them when they return.
I hope this idea appeals to as many of you as possible, and that you’ll spread the word to your fellow travelers. Help us dream and explore!
For those who’d like to write to us in a language other than French, no problem—quite the opposite!
Thank you in advance for your participation! Below is our address. If you’d like us to write back, feel free to leave your address on a corner of the postcard! 😊
ULIS program students
Bonnat Elementary School
12 rue Georges Sand
23220 BONNAT
Thank you, and I hope to hear from you soon! 😊
Julien
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Hi there! I have to leave Ivato/Antananarivo on December 16th. I have a lot of ariary that I’d like to exchange for euros since I might not be coming back to Madagascar (after this 21st trip). I think the exchange office at Ivato also buys ariary back. If any of you have seen the rate for this buyback in advance, thanks a million!
Hi everyone,
I’m looking for a website that would let me plot my travel route in advance so I can print it out. The idea is to create a map with a little “me” on a bike that my parents can move along as I progress, since I’m planning to cycle all the way to Nepal.
If any of you have done something similar or know of a good tool, I’d love to hear your tips!
Thanks in advance! 😊
I'm looking to buy an ultra-lightweight 50/55L travel backpack with a suitcase or front opening.
Does anyone have any brand and/or model recommendations?
Thanks,
Emma
Hello. We’re a retired couple heading to Sri Lanka from January to March. After the November floods, I’d like to know if we can offer hands-on help to the locals, maybe pack some clothes or other items people might need in our luggage, and who we could give them to. Thanks for any info from those on the ground.
Be careful when sailing between Somalia and northern Madagascar.
It appears to be Somali pirates who have widened their search in the Mozambique Channel, far from their usual attack zone, since, to my knowledge, there are no Malagasy pirates.
Not sure if this is the right section, but just wanted to warn future travelers...
Where’s Cape Vidal?
It’s in iSimangaliso, an independent park in KZN Wildlife, stunning and just a stone’s throw from St Lucia (KwaZulu-Natal, Maputaland).
It’s the beach spot at the end of the Eastern Shores road. You can swim, fish... but watch out for waves, currents, and sharks...
There’s a really nice game drive where you can get out of your car at certain points, especially at Cape Vidal.
That’s where the camp with bungalows and campsites is.
The vervets and samango monkeys (endemic to the area, and the males are pretty big) can be a bit of a nuisance if you’re trying to braai...
They’re super persistent and not shy at all—don’t let them intimidate you, and stay alert because their speed at snatching food is impressive.
Anyway...
I’m reporting two recent attacks by these hyenas... who were *not* in a playful mood...
The first one happened at night—a hyena tried to bite a camper’s nose off in their tent... and succeeded.
The other night, a camper returning to their tent in the early hours was violently attacked by two hyenas... and they had a close call!
So, if you’re camping there, be careful...
Measures are being taken, but for now, it’s a bit risky.
