Un joli sourire en guise d'introduction, comme un premier témoignage de la gentillesse des balinais …
Plantons le décor. Nous sommes tout au nord de l'île de Bali dans la région rurale de Sangsit et plus précisément dans l'enceinte du Pura Beji, un temple hindouiste parmi tant d'autres.
Cette sympathique jeune femme portant une corbeille d'offrandes est tout simplement venue la déposer au pied de l'autel, afin de vénérer les dieux.
Une scène presque banale à Bali, tant l'observation du rituel des offrandes aux divinités est si courante et en tous lieux : dans les temples bien sûr mais aussi autour des sanctuaires, au bord des routes et des rues, dans les champs et jusque dans les modestes autels présents presque dans chaque cour d'habitation.
Les balinais sont donc fervents d'offrandes … Quant à l'île de Bali, elle offre aux visiteurs ses paysages, sa culture et son atmosphère à nulle autre pareille. Voilà ce que je me propose de vous faire partager avec le récit de mon récent périple à travers cette île.
Des temples aux rizières ainsi que bien d'autres aspects sont au programme ... tellement un voyage à Bali s'avère riche en découvertes dépaysantes.
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Un rituel quotidien
Revenons à présent à la séance d'offrandes … La jeune femme s'avance vers l'autel et y place son aumône : des fleurs posées sur des feuilles de palmiers tressées et quelques bâtons d'encens, ils se consument lentement laissant échapper de fines colonnes de fumées qui embaument l'atmosphère.
Faisons nous discret et laissons-là se recueillir en compagnie de son petit garçon agenouillé auprès d'elle.
Sur la droite, un jeune couple en élégant habits de cérémonie se prépare à poser pour une photo souvenir. Une robe et une tunique au rouge éclatant, des ourlets et une coiffe dorés qui brillent sous le soleil… ce sont des jeunes mariés parés de tenues traditionnelles.
Comme ce n'est pas pour mon objectif qu'ils posent et ne faisant pas parti des invités à la cérémonie, là aussi, je reste en retrait et cadre donc la scène avec un plan large.
La vue a l'intérêt de montrer également l'architecture typique d'un temple balinais avec les multiples statues de divinités qui le décorent.
De l'autre côté, il y a, entre autre, la classique porte d'entrée des temples (Pura en langue locale) avec ce porche en forme de tour pyramidale fendue et séparée en deux parties.
Les hindouistes balinais tolèrent l'entrée au sein de leur temples des visiteurs non hindouistes, mais en dehors des grandes cérémonies et avec une autre condition : le port d'un sarong autour de la ceinture et des jambes.
Bon, n'étant pas un habitué du port d'une telle « jupe » locale, l'aide de notre très disponible accompagnateur Guntur me sera d'une grande utilité, il va avec doigté ajuster correctement ce fameux sarong autour de ma taille ... afin que je ne paraisse pas trop ridicule !
Ce temple rural Beji est dédié aux divinités des cultures irriguées autant dire principalement à la culture du riz, d'ailleurs un large panorama de rizières s'étend sur la gauche de l'enceinte du temple.
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Leçon de riziculture
Une plus ample connaissance de la culture du riz, nous la ferons parmi d'autres rizières, celles situées autour du village de Tunjuk, plus à l'intérieur de l'île.
Et il n'y a pas mieux pour en savoir un peu plus sur cette culture que de côtoyer les planteurs de riz et surtout de participer à leur travail. Là, il va falloir mettre la main à la pâte … c'est à dire plonger les mains dans la boue !
Cela commence d'abord par la préparation du terrain. Et en avant ! avec cette paire de buffles d'eau.
Ici, il ne faut pas avoir peur de se mouiller et hop, me voilà les pieds dans la boue visqueuse et glissante.
Pourvu que les buffles ne s'emballent pas … ce serait le bain de boue assuré ! Mais les animaux connaissent leur boulot et puis, il y a aussi à mes côtés leur maître dont ils suivent, pas à pas, les directives.
Avancer dans la rizière afin de préparer le terrain pour la plantation, ça fait ploc, ploc et re-ploc … et ça éclabousse quelque peu !
Le tour de manège terminé, passons au repiquage des plants. Par manque d'expérience, j'enfonce sans doute un peu trop les plants : « Stop ! Stop !» me dit à chaque fois le planteur certifié. Alors que le rang commence à prendre forme, je crois avoir enfin compris le bon geste et la bonne profondeur pour que le plant de riz prenne racines …
En remerciant mon instructeur, avec un sourire de complicité je lui donne rendez-vous dans 3 mois … ce sera le moment de récolter le fruit de mes plants !
Bon, trêve de plaisanterie, il temps de se rincer copieusement, les mains, les jambes et les pieds.
Justement, entre chaque parcelle, il y a de l'eau ruisselant le long de larges caniveaux, c'est bien pratique pour se libérer de cette boue si collante.
Mais en fait, cette eau courante est surtout canalisée pour l'irrigation des rizières. Ce système de canaux particulièrement sophistiqué qui répartie équitablement l'eau entre toutes les parcelles cultivées a même fait l'objet d'une reconnaissance internationale pour sa haute ingéniosité. En effet, le subak, le nom de ce système est classé depuis 2012 au patrimoine de l'Unesco, rien que ça !
Un autre système, pas mal conçu (mais pas encore reconnu par les instances du patrimoine !) est constitué de cet ensemble d'épouvantails. Nous l'avons découvert lors d'une visite dans une autre rizière où les grains de riz arrivaient à maturation.
Afin d'effrayer les oiseaux, grands amateurs de riz comme tous les balinais, ces épouvantails sont mobiles.
Comme des marionnettes, ils sont reliés par un complexe système de cordes qu'actionne un homme posté dans la cabane que l'on aperçoit en fond d'image.
En longeant cette rizière, voilà que toutes ces silhouettes fantomatiques se mettent en mouvement … je crois bien que le gardien en nous observant si intéressés par son mécanisme anti-prédateurs s'est un peu amusé à mettre en action toutes ses marionnettes.
Des rizières, il y en a bien sûr un peu partout dans les campagnes de Bali. Rizières en plateau ou rizières en terrasses, les plus spectaculaires, les plus photogéniques.
Avec le climat chaud et humide de la région, les paysans balinais parviennent à réaliser trois récoltes par an … le riz, le principal gagne pain (enfin, gagne riz devrait-on dire ici !) des agriculteurs balinais.
Mais au fait, ce moyen ancestral de labourage des rizières avec les buffles est-il encore très pratiqué dans les rizières à Bali ? C'est la question que je me pose après cette expérience sur ce terrain (boueux !).
Et notre accompagnateur Gun de me répondre : « Pour la plupart des rizières, les agriculteurs utilisent maintenant des engins mécanisés mais dans les endroits escarpés, sur certaines parcelles en terrasses, les buffles sont parfois encore utilisés.. ».
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Procession et festivités balinaises
De la musique, des chants, des statues portées à bras d'hommes et une foule colorée et bien ordonnée défile sur une petite route près de la rizière nous nous trouvons toujours à Tunjunk.
La musique des gongs nous a attiré au bord de la route et nous voilà assistants au passage de cette procession.
Chez les hindouistes balinais, environ 90 % de la population, les occasions de célébrations, de festivités et de processions sont presque infinies … les étapes de la vie, de la naissance à la mort en passant par le mariage, la fête de chaque divinité et de chacun des temples des villages. Des temples, au minimum il y en a trois par village et quelque soit l'importance de la cité :
- Le pura puseh, le temple originel dédié aux fondateurs du village
- Le pura desa consacré aux esprits protecteurs
- le pura dalem, le temple de la mort
Sur « l'île des dieux », on implore également le ciel pour l'obtention de récoltes abondantes et encore pour bien d'autres occasions … Alors, il n'est pas étonnant de voir presque quotidiennement de tels rassemblements hauts en couleur lorsqu'on parcoure Bali.
Et cette procession, à quoi était-elle dédiée ? Euh ? En fait, je n'en saurai rien !
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Une démonstration de l'art de la vannerie
Au centre du village, nous poursuivons nos rencontres à la découverte des traditions balinaises avec à présent une initiation à la confection des offrandes. Les balinais sont experts en art du tressage et du pliage des tiges végétales et des feuilles de palmiers.
Il faut les observer agir avec une dextérité étonnante, et quelle rapidité pour obtenir une composition ou une jolie coupelle végétale. Reconnaissons que ces femmes ont de l'entraînement car chaque jour elles confectionnent de telles réalisations pour leurs offrandes du matin.
Il n'y a pas que les femmes qui excellent dans l'art de la vannerie, les hommes aussi à l'image de cet homme âgé qui va me montrer et me diriger dans la confection d'un plateau à offrandes. On fait chevaucher une lamelle sur l'autre et ainsi de suite … sauf que cela paraît facile en théorie mais j'avoue avoir bien eu besoin d'aide pour achever correctement ce tout simple carré tressé, enfin merci pour cette prise en mains.
Au delà des simples corbeilles tressées, la pratique de la vannerie artistique est mise en valeur lors des fêtes balinaises de Galungan-Kunigan.
Un hasard de dates a fait que notre séjour à Bali s'est déroulé quelques jours après ces festivités, les plus importantes de tout le calendrier festif balinais. Elles durent une dizaine de jours et sont particulièrement animées.
Ainsi, nous avons pu admirer les nombreuses décorations qui ornaient encore les rues des villages. Certes, ces compositions végétales étaient une peu desséchées mais elles gardaient toute leur splendeur.
De hautes tiges de bambous forment de véritables haies d'honneur le long des routes et rues, toutes embellies par ces bouquets et ces compositions joliment réalisées. Voici un bon témoignage de la maîtrise par les balinais de l'art de la vannerie.
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En classe, avec les écoliers du village
Cela peut surprendre, mais la visite de la ferme et des rizières de Tunjuk est couplée avec la visite de l'école du village !
Nous voilà débarquant dans la cour de récréation puis à l'intérieur d'une classe. Sitôt entrés, les écoliers rieurs se lèvent pour nous accueillir et se mettent à chanter un refrain enfantin dans un français teinté d'un petit accent indonésien. Une scène attendrissante qui semble très bien rodée …
Il fleure bon dans cette classe de primaire l'ambiance des écoles d'antan : le tableau noir, la poussière de la craie … et les cahiers traditionnels, je n'ai vu aucun écran ni tablette numérique sur les pupitres.
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Tanah Lot, comme un air de Mont-Saint-Michel … en mode balinais
On doit le reconnaître, un tel site a de quoi enthousiasmer les visiteurs, d'ailleurs le temple Pura Tanah Lot est le plus fréquenté de la côte sud de l'île.
N'est-il pas pittoresque ce temple perché sur son rocher battu par les vagues et isolé à marée haute ? Un décor qui n'est pas sans évoquer la silhouette de notre cher site-monument des côtes normandes.
L'assaut répété des vagues est tellement destructeur que la base du rocher a été solidifié afin de protéger l'édifice religieux d'un risque d'effondrement …
C'est en fin d'après midi que la foule des visiteurs est la plus importante car la lumière du coucher de soleil teinte d'or le site. A condition qu'il n'y ait pas trop de nuages !
Nous avons eu droit a quelques belles éclaircies avec des rayons de soleil parvenant à se jouer des bancs de nuages mais pour le spectacle visuel d'un embrasement général, rochers, temple et horizon marin …. ce n'était pas le bon jour !
Ici, les grèves sont faites de sable volcanique sombre blanchit par l'écume des flots, quant aux falaises, elles sont impressionnantes, hautes et dangereuses. D'ailleurs, il y a déjà eu de dramatiques chutes accidentelles parmi les amateurs de selfies … trop occupés à soigner le cadrage et pas assez attentifs au trait de côte sous leurs pieds !Aussi, les autorités ont placé des barrières et des drapeaux rouges le long de ces à-pics à risque.
Et si le lieu est tant fréquenté, tout le monde n'a pas le même motif de visite.
Il y a d'abord les Balinais qui viennent ici en pèlerinage offrir quelques offrandes à leurs divinités, ce sont bien sûr celles de la mer qui sont vénérées.
Les visiteurs les plus nombreux doivent être les touristes surtout en fin d'après midi. Des vacanciers très attendus par les marchands de souvenirs postés en nombre tout le long des ruelles d'accès au site.
Et puis il y a quelques surfeurs qui viennent là tutoyer les vagues à l'image de celui que l'on peut voir sur la photo … Bali, l'île des temples hindouistes mais aussi (et surtout, pour certains) un « must » pour la pratique du surf.
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Pêcheurs et jukung
Je ne suis pas sûr que les pêcheurs de cette côte où la mer est toujours agitée de vagues apprécient autant les gros rouleaux que les surfeurs, mais ils font avec.
Leurs embarcations traditionnelles, les jukung paraissent cependant assez stables avec leurs balanciers de chaque côté, elles donnent l'image de sommaires catamarans de bois et de bambous.
Nous en verrons de plus près sur une côte beaucoup plus calme, au nord de l'île.
A Permuteran, une partie de la plage de sable gris fait office de petit port de pêche où sont alignés quelques jukung.
C'est un petit matin calme, les eaux sont lisses et reflètent une mosaïque de teintes bigarrées, celles des coques des embarcations.
Une homme aborde le rivage, il rentre d'une partie de pêche avec seulement quelques poissons, apparemment il n'est pas trop satisfait de ses prises …
Dans ces eaux, ce sont des sardines, des vivaneaux, des mahi-mahi et des thons qui sont le plus souvent pêchés … quand les conditions sont favorables.
Les jukungsont souvent équipés de lampes pour les séances de pêche nocturne et on le voit certains sont décorés avec soins. De la couleur mais également des dessins comme cette tête de gros poisson, la mâchoire grande ouverte avec des dents acérées prêtes à en découdre … de quoi effrayer les autres poissons !
A côté des frêles jukung, il y a des structures de pêche bien plus grosses composées d'un savant agencement de bambous qui évoquent bien plus un échafaudage ou un radeau géant qu'un bateau destiné à la pêche en mer.
Permuteran est aussi une petite station balnéaire tranquille baignée par les eaux d'un lagon intéressant à explorer, snorkeling ou pongée avec bouteilles, mais pour cette dernière activité il faut se rendre (en jukung) un peu plus loin, au-delà de la barrière de corail, vers les fonds sous-marins très renommés de l'île Pulau Menjangan, située à 7 km au large.
A l'intérieur de l'île : entre forêts et eaux des cascades et des lacs
Le trajet du périple nous fait quitter les bords de mer en direction des hauteurs.
Munduk est considéré comme un des des plus pittoresques villages des « montagnes » de Bali et ce depuis longtemps … les colons hollandais, alors qu'ils occupaient le nord de l'île dans les années 1890, s'y étaient déjà installés. Sans doute, le climat tempéré, la végétation luxuriante et les terres fertiles les avaient à l'époque séduit ils y établir des plantations de café, de vanille et de clous de girofle.
A la sortie de la bourgade, il faut laisser la route bitumée pour s'élancer, au pas de marche, pour une randonnée à travers la forêt tropicale. Le début du sentier mène sur le chemin des épices …
Ici, ce sont les fameux clous de girofle que récoltent les hommes. A l'aide d'une frêle échelle de bambous, voilà un paysan qui grimpe vers la cime de l'arbre. Quand on sait qu'un giroflier peut atteindre 15 à 20 mètres de haut, on a déjà le vertige !
Les clous de girofle récoltés sont en fait les boutons floraux de la plante arborescente, ni trop vert ni trop ouvert … il faut donc avoir le bon coup d’œil, une affaire d'expérience.
Cet autre ouvrier ouvre devant nos yeux son sac et nous montre fièrement sa récolte de la matinée. Des clous de girofle qui seront ensuite séchés puis commercialisés. On connaît l'utilisation de cette saveur piquante en cuisine mais le clou de girofle est aussi un bon antiseptique, il serait parfait pour calmer les rages de dent, nous affirme avec conviction notre cueilleur de clous.
Une autre utilisation bien moins connu chez nous est très prisée en Indonésie : la cigarette au goût de giroflier, les kreteks. Je n'ai pas goûté, n'étant pas fumeur, il y avait certainement bien peu de chance que j'apprécie !
Non, je me suis contenté de sentir simplement le parfum des feuilles de l'arbre : une odeur piquante qui évoque le poivre à mon nez … aaah, atchoum !
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J'évoquais l'eau en titre de ce paragraphe, nous y arrivons avec dans le creux du vallon un ruisseau puis un peu plus loin, dévalant une paroi abrupte, une imposante cascade haute d'environ 50 mètres.
Certains randonneurs y prenaient un bain (massant) ou plutôt une douche sous ces cataractes d'eaux fraîches … quant à moi, je me suis satisfait de prendre la cascade en photo, on ne se refait pas.
Reprenons la route qui serpente entre collines et crêtes. Le climat chaud et humide des lieux est favorable à certaines cultures comme celles des fleurs.
La tradition balinaise des offrandes quotidiennes nécessite de disposer de fleurs fraîches. Certaines sont cultivées sur ces terres comme les œillets d'Inde qui teintent en orangée certaines parcelles mais il y a d'autres fleurs auxquelles on ne pense pas vraiment sous ces latitudes comme ces hortensias. La vue de ces boules au bleu si pâle, en plein champ, entourées de palmiers et de cocotiers m'évoque une image d'une Bretagne ... des tropiques.
Comme les Balinais ne vivent pas seulement de spiritualité, d'offrandes et de fleurs, on cultive aussi dans la région des légumes, choux, salades et même des fraises dans la vallée. Quelques vendeurs à la sauvette en proposent aux visiteurs, ils sont postés à certains carrefours bien en vue. On se laisse facilement tenter.
Deux lacs en un seul coup d’œil, voilà le panorama dont on bénéficie depuis ce belvédère idéalement placé.
D'un côté le lac Tamblingan s'étend au milieu d'un écrin vert et à gauche le lac Buyan lui fait concurrence, c'est le plus vaste des deux.
A contempler ce paysage lacustre, la couleur ocre des berges sur la rive gauche m'intrigue ?
Il n'y a pourtant pas de marée sur un lac, serait-il asséché ? Ou alors est-ce de la terre ou du sable ?
Non, il s'agit en fait de la prolifération de plantes envahissantes m'apprend notre accompagnateur Gun. Quel drôle d'aspect !
Une épaisse forêt recouvre les berges et les collines environnants les deux lacs, la route serpente parmi cette petite jungle peuplée d'animaux sauvages … enfin pas si sauvages que ça ! Des singes montrent le bout de leur nez au bord de la route, nos lointains cousins ont bien compris que les visiteurs étaient leur amis et pouvaient les approvisionner avec quelques gâteries … D'ailleurs, là où nous nous arrêtons il y a des vendeurs de cacahuètes !
Ah, Il faut les voir ces singes se disputer la pitance … avouez qu'ils sont mignons avec leurs mimiques et leurs regards si expressifs. De quoi amuser un instant petits et grands !
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De deux lacs à un troisième … La vue de l'immense Danau (lac) Bratan s'offre à notre regard admiratif.
On peut bien sûr venir ici pour faire un tour paisible en bateau sur l'étendue lacustre, les embarcations vous y invitent … mais surtout en ces lieux, c'est le Pura Ulun Danau Bratan qui attire les foules.
Ce temple édifié au XVIIe siècle est dédié à Dewi Danu, la déesse des Eaux … des eaux si indispensables pour l'irrigation de cultures synonymes de prospérité. C'est cette divinité que viennent vénérer les pèlerins lors des cérémonies.
Ce sanctuaire hindo-bouddhique est aussi fréquenté par les bouddhistes, un imposant stupa est situé dans l'enceinte, sur la berge.
Concernant le temple, juché sur son îlot, il est tout entouré d'eau. Son architecture est valorisée par la douce luminosité de cette fin d'après-midi.
Les meru, ces sanctuaires hindous traditionnels à plusieurs toits de chaume sont ici au nombre de onze. Un chiffre élevé qui témoigne de la dévotion portée à la déesse honorée en ce temple.
Comme visiteur, on tombe véritablement sous le charme de la beauté de ce site … sans être effrayés par ces étranges créatures !
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Une halte à l'atmosphère 100 % balinaise
Dans mes récits, je n'évoque que rarement les hôtels où nous faisons halte, trop souvent ceux situés dans les destinations balnéaires se ressemblent. Si ils sont agréables et confortables (c'est l'essentiel), leur atmosphère et/ou leur architecture manque parfois d'originalité. Les mauvaises langues ne disent-elles pas avec ironie que les touristes des bords de mer ne partent pas pour un pays mais pour une plage-piscine ?
A Umabian, petit village rural de l'intérieur de l'île, il y avait bien une piscine mais surtout une ambiance toute balinaise qui nous a enchantée.
L'architecture d'abord, typique de l'île, pas étonnant, le lieu était autrefois un petit palais avec ses cours, ses autels et sa végétation tropicale bien fleurie. Et tout autour, il y avait la campagne avec ses rizières et ses cultivateurs.
C'était notre premier hôtel, vraiment idéal pour nous mettre dans le bain. Une dépaysante immersion et des premières impression inoubliables.
Je me souviens de ce petit matin et de la vue de ces ouvriers en train de travailler leur rizière sous les premiers rayons du soleil.
Un autre bon souvenir avec ce moment passé sur la terrasse de notre chambre/cabane traditionnelle à se délecter de la douce atmosphère locale en soirée, une tasse de thé vert aux lèvres.
Il y avait là tous les sons de la campagne balinaise : des bribes de chants hindouistes lancinants et répétitifs provenant du lointain et aussi quelques cris de crapauds … et encore plus surprenants, les cris (presque des chants) des geckos, ces lézards qui s'accrochent un peu partout, aux murs et au plafond de la terrasse extérieure mais également de la chambre.
Une fois localisé grâce à leurs drôles de chants, on n'espère plus qu'une chose : qu'il ne lâche pas prise et ne vous tombe sur la tête ! A d'autres moments, en pleine nuit par exemple, il faut reconnaître que l'on souhaite vivement qu'ils se taisent !
Un paysage de rizières étagées avec le complément indispensable du décor : des cocotiers penchés dont les palmes se mirent à la surface de l'eau.
Les noix de coco, elles se méritent si l'on veut les cueillir à point.
Cet homme, particulièrement agile malgré son âge, nous en fait une démonstration. Le voilà qui grimpe à mains nues sur ce tronc. Il a entouré ses pieds d'une corde (en fil de coco, évidemment!), cela permet de caler les pieds pendant l'ascension.
Après, d'un coup de machette la noix est vite ouverte, l'homme nous offre à boire l'eau désaltérante de la noix. La pulpe est encore fraîche, visqueuse et savoureuse au palais.
Une fois mûre et sèche, cette fameuse pulpe se râpe, je m'y suis essayé sur une noix plus ancienne …. et grrrrr vers le bas et grrrr vers le haut (est-ce la bonne illustration du geste ? Bon, il est facile à imaginer !).
L'ambiance balinaise à Umabian, c'était aussi l'observation des offrandes matinales que cette femmes déposent devant sa porte, à même le sol. Une attention quotidienne destinée aux dieux et en souvenirs des ancêtres.
Détail amusant …. une fois déposées, ces offrandes fleuries nous ont paru intéresser une poule et ses poussins. Venaient-ils participer à ce don ? Pas vraiment ! Plus pragmatiques que spirituelles, en quelques coups de bec, elles ont picoré et éparpillé les quelques fleurs ...
Et pendant ce temps que font les coqs ? Ils se reposent car à Bali, il est une autre tradition pour ces volatiles, moins zen mais bien plus violente !
Les combats de coqs sont prisés par la population mais l'institution a du plomb dans l'aile. Depuis 2005, ces joutes sont maintenant interdites sauf à l'occasion de quelques fêtes. Il y a bien des combats qui se jouent encore, mais plus clandestinement.
Cette démonstration à laquelle nous avons assisté n'était qu'un tour de chauffe, un entraînement où les deux protagonistes se sont envoyés en l'air … sans égratignure, finalement, j'ai préféré que cela ne s'éternise pas !
Pour adoucir la violence de la scène, j'aime bien sur cette photo la vue en arrière plan de la corbeille de fleurs roses … prête pour les offrandes.
Revenons à un peu plus de sérénité, ici, dans la ville de Mengwi.
Des couples et des familles entières, jeunes enfants compris se dirigent pour une cérémonie vers le grand sanctuaire local : le temple Taman Ayun, un temple édifié en 1634 puis bien rénové en 1937.
Et chaque pèlerin revêtu d'une élégante tenue porte comme de coutume ses offrandes, le plus souvent sur sa tête. Ces coffrets de dons sont joliment tressés et décorés avec attention.
Les non hindouistes ne peuvent pénétrer dans l'enceinte du temple pendant la cérémonie mais il est possible d'assister à la dévotion des balinais présents en empruntant un sentier qui longe le pourtour de l'édifice.
Des chants, des incantations et des moments de recueillements, voilà ce que l'on observe en cette après-midi tout en admirant l'architecture des lieux et ses multiples meru (sanctuaires à toits étagés recouverts de chaume).
Ce temple est géré par les subak, ces coopératives villageoises qui organisent l'irrigation et la culture des rizières. Inutile d'ajouter qu'ici on vénère et on implore tout particulièrement les divinités liées à la culture du riz. ....................................
L'occasion de présenter à présent quelques vues de rizières en terrasses, là où les balinais ont façonné le paysage principalement pour y obtenir d'abondantes récoltes. Ils nous offrent ainsi de superbes paysages. Reconnaissons que même sous les gouttes de pluie, ces décors sont esthétiques.
A Tegallalang, des rizières et une teinte verte qui brille avec l'humidité ambiante,
A l'est de l'île près de Tirta Gangga …
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Chez les Bali Aga, descendants des balinais d'origine
A l'écart de la côte et à flanc de colline, le village de Tenganan vaut que l'on y fasse une visite. Pas vraiment pour le côté pittoresque du site mais par l'intérêt historique de sa population.
Dans ce village tout en longueur où sont alignées deux rangées d'habitations traditionnelles vivent les descendants des premiers balinais, les Bali Aga, des animistes ayant résisté aux influences des Majapahit hindous arrivés sur l'île balinaise dès le XIIIe siècle.
Ici, les buffles sont sacrés et déambulent nonchalamment dans la grande avenue de terre et d’herbes au centre du village.
Une habitante m'a spécialement impressionné avec son imposant chargement de noix de coco, porté sur la tête et sans aide de ses bras pour stabiliser son fardeau.
En la prenant en photo, j'ai crains la distraire tout en espérant qu'elle ne relâche pas sa concentration … vous imaginez, toute la cargaison faisant subitement patatras !
Et les enfants ? Comme partout ils jouent, ici le regard tourné vers le ciel et leur cerf-volant.
Pendant notre visite les villageois vaquaient donc à leurs occupations du quotidien mais certains de ces Bali Aga sont aussi des artistes. Comme les spécialistes de la calligraphie traditionnelle qui réalisent des lontar, des écrits et dessins sur feuilles de palmiers séchées ou autres confectionneurs d'étoffes, des ikat.
Une des jeunes habitantes rencontrées avec son bambin dans les bras nous en propose (des ikat), plusieurs sont disposées comme dans une échoppe à l'entrée de sa maison.
Certains de ces tissus colorés ont un pouvoir magique, celui d'être protecteur vis à vis des mauvais esprits … soit ! D'autres sont tout simplement des foulards ou des sarong, la jupe (féminine/masculine) portée couramment à Bali.
Notre hôte d'un moment nous fait ensuite visiter le reste de sa maison au confort bien sommaire. Derrière la cuisine à l'équipement minimum, on entend grogner dans une arrière cour d'où émane d'ailleurs une forte odeur … celle du lisier. C'est là que sont élevés des cochons, ils nous accueillent par quelques ronflements.
Ah ! les (presque) mignons porcelets avec leur drôle de queue en tire-bouchon, ils sont si appréciés localement … enfin, surtout pour leur viande, goûteuse et grasse !
Excusez la brutale transition mais sachez que les « Babi Guling » (cochon de lait) en plat principal sont au menu des banquets festifs chez les Bali Aga mais aussi dans toute l'île. Il n'est pas rare de croiser sur les routes une procession avec un Babi Guling embroché !
Le plat est une spécialité locale souvent servi dans les warung, ces petits restos de bord de route qui en font la pub par des écriteaux très voyants.
En dehors de ce plat très prisé, voici à quoi ressemble une « assiette » couramment proposée à Bali. Ce n'est pas de la cuisine gastronomique mais un repas classique … savoureux et dépaysant.
Une présentation sur une grande coupe tressée, et plusieurs coupelles en feuilles de bananier.
Et à déguster, un peu de riz blanc (sous le petit couvercle tressé), quelques légumes verts épicés, du poulet ou du poisson, des satay (brochettes, là aussi poulet/poissons) et parfois un peu de tofu …et Selamat makan ! (Bon appétit!).
Pour le dessert, vous prendrez bien une banane avec du lait de coco ou préparée en beignet ?Une fois, on nous en a proposé avec du fromage râpé dessus ? Pour le moins original !
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A propos des étoffes que j'évoquais chez les Bali Aga et plus précisément de l'ikat qui comme le batik est une spécialité locale, nous en avons appris plus en visitant une fabrique, entre artisanat et industrie.
Parmi les métiers à tisser de cet atelier située à Gianyar, plusieurs ouvrières s'affairent. Bien que nous soyons dimanche après-midi, certaines d'entre elles sont encore au travail, la conséquence de la confection de commandes qui ne pouvaient attendre.
Les gestes sont répétitifs mais toujours très précis pour un résultat soigné et élégant.
L'ikat, au fait, c'est quoi exactement ? Il s'agit de tissus aux motifs obtenus par teinture de chacun des fils qui les composent avant l'étape du tissage.
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« Agama Tirta », la religion de l'eau
Des corbeilles d'offrandes, des fleurs, des bâtons d'encens fumants et très odorants sont posés sur une murette juste au pied d'un autel.. Nous sommes à Tampaksiring devant les sources sacrées de Tirta Empul.
Un lieu de purification par l'eau très fréquenté par la population hindouiste balinaise.
Dans le bassin principal, à travers des eaux à la transparence toute cristalline, on distingue très bien les volutes que forment la source jaillissante, un point d'eau découvert en l'an 962. On prête ici à ces eaux des vertus spirituelles et magiques mais aussi thérapeutiques.
Les autres bassins sont réservés aux pèlerins qui se purifient en s'aspergeant puis en se baignant dans ces eaux bénies des dieux.
Un premier bassin est consacré aux soins des maladies organiques, le suivant est plus dédiés aux troubles d'ordre psychologique.
Les jets d'eau éclaboussent sur la tête des adeptes qui doivent faire un vœu tout en se lavant à trois reprises avec ces eaux au pouvoir surnaturel.
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Un autre lieu spirituel entièrement dédié à l'eau est également situé dans la partie Est de Bali.
Tirta Gangga (Eau du Gange) est un site associant un temple sacré et un superbe palais aquatique où terrasses, bassins, piscines et fontaines enchantent les visiteurs.
Les enfants (et les adultes!) s'amusent à traverser les bassins sur ces chemins de « pas japonais » posés au milieu des eaux.
D'autres se baignent dans un bassin/piscine alors que la plupart des visiteurs se contentent de se promener admiratifs parmi les allées.
On longe ainsi les bassins agrémentés de fleurs de lotus, de feuilles de nénuphars géants et de carpes koï, puis on passe d'une terrasse à l'autre par de petits ponts ornés de sculptures.
Une visite pendant laquelle le regard est sans cesse attiré par le bruissement de l'eau de l'élégante fontaine à onze niveaux.
Sur la côte sud-est, Candidasa est une station balnéaire à l'atmosphère très tranquille. Cependant cette ville d'eau souffre de nos jours d'un certain handicap par rapport aux autres villes touristiques situées plus au Sud de Bali. Non pas en raison de la tranquillité qui là est très appréciable mais par le manque en front de mer d'une plage digne de ce nom.
En effet, l'érosion du trait de côte due aux assauts des vagues a peu à peu fait disparaître la longue plage de sable. « On jouaient au foot sur la grande plage de Candidasa … mais c'était il y plus de 20 ans ! » m'a appris d'un air nostalgique, Gun, notre accompagnateur.
Comme on le voit sur cette photo, le bord de mer est protégé par des digues sur lesquelles viennent se briser les vagues, il ne subsiste que quelques bouts de plage très étriquées face à la cité balnéaire.
Les hôtels proposent bien à leurs résidents de belles piscines mais ce n'est pas, à mon goût, aussi chouette qu'une longue étendue de sable clair, je suis avant tout un visuel.
Autre inquiétude pour les autorités locales, le fort risque de tsunami le long de cette côte en cas de tremblement de terre. Bali est une terre de volcans sujette aux soubresauts tectoniques et le souvenir de la terrible tragédie de décembre 2004 a marqué les esprits. Aussi, tout est prévu en cas d'alerte au tsunami, des panneaux indicateurs vous indiquent le chemin pour rejoindre les lieux élevés à l'abri des vagues géantes : « Jalur Evakuasi ». Ce qui veut dire : itinéraire d'évacuation.
Bon, en l'absence de toute alerte, la calme et charmante petite ville balnéaire de Candidasa demeure un lieu de repos et surtout un excellent point de départ bien placé pour rayonner dans tout l'est balinais.
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Bali, une île de volcans
Depuis le début de notre séjour, on a pu voir plusieurs plages au sable gris noir signalant leur origine volcanique. Maintenant prenons un peu de hauteur pour admirer les paysages de volcans du centre de l'île.
Le lieu où nous faisons halte est vraiment bien nommé, en effet, Penelokan veut dire en langue locale : « Endroit où l'on regarde ». La vue d'ici est, selon la formule consacrée, à couper le souffle : le panorama embrasse à la fois le volcan Gunung Batur et à son pied le lac Danau Batur.
Sur le versant du volcan, malgré la brume, on distingue l'ancienne coulée de lave et ses roches noires qui ont dévalées la pente, c'était en 1963.
Côté lac, en observant bien (merci au zoom) je distingue en bordure du village des structures géométriques quadrillant la surface de l'eau, ce sont des bassins d'élevage de poissons, une des spécialités de la région.
Quant au sommet du volcan qui culmine à 1717 mètres, il est perdu dans les nuages, comme paraît-il la plupart du temps !
Justement, à propos du temps à Bali … parlons un peu de la météo locale de l'île.
Je vais jouer au météorologiste, en amateur.
Voici les grandes lignes du climat balinais observé à la période du mois d'octobre, celle de notre séjour. C'est le moment où la saison sèche commence à prendre fin.
En résumé, les côtes nord de Bali sont plus calmes et sèches que celles du sud où la mer est plus agitée et où les nuages de pluie sont plus fréquents.
Cependant, les côtes sont quand même bien plus souvent ensoleillées que l'intérieur des terres où les averses sont courantes, principalement dans l'après-midi.
Et plus on s'élève vers les hauteurs, des volcans par exemple, plus on a de risques de rencontrer de la brume et de la pluie …
Bon, cette présentation paraît un peu caricaturale mais finalement reflète à peu près les conditions météo générales.
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Continuons à sillonner le centre est de l'île où se trouvent les principaux volcans balinais … et comment nous apparaît le sommet du volcan le plus haut de Bali, le Gunung Agung (3142 m) ? Masqué sous les nuages, il fallait s'y attendre !
De toute façon, il n'était pas prévu pour nous de gravir ses flancs jusqu'à son cratère où se cachent les esprits des ancêtres, selon les croyances locales.
Un volcan si vénéré par la population de Bali qu'il est même surnommé la « Montagne mère » ou mieux encore : « le nombril du monde », rien que ça !
A défaut de voir le sommet, nous nous satisferons de la vue de ses versants couverts ds rizières en terrasses, un superbe panorama.
Je ne sais si c'est pour imiter la forme pyramidale que dessine la silhouette du volcan Agung, mais les vendeurs de fruits et légumes des environs présentent tous des étalages avec des marchandises disposées en de belles pyramides de couleurs.
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A flanc de volcan, aux portes du plus vénéré sanctuaire balinais
Le Pura Besakih édifié à 1000 mètres d'altitude sur un des versants du volcan Agung voit défiler chaque jour une foule de visiteurs. Pèlerins et touristes s'y mêlent en nombre.
Il faut parcourir à pied environ 800 mètres depuis le parking pour atteindre les portes du temple ou plutôt des temples, puisque le site comprend un ensemble de 23 temples.
Faisons le chemin pentu en compagnie des Balinais, tous portant évidemment des coffrets et des corbeilles garnis d'offrandes.
Le plus imposant des temples de ce sanctuaire est le Pura Penataran Agung. Il s'étage sur six niveaux et son entrée que l'on atteint en gravissant de nombreuses marches est constituée par un monumental candi bentar, un portail fendu en deux parties séparées. Seuls les pèlerins hindouistes peuvent pénétrer dans la cour intérieure.
Nous resterons donc à l'écart et continuerons la visite parmi les autres temples.
Mais nous ne serons pas seuls, des pèlerins et des familles bien sûr mais aussi quelques enfants qui à l'image de cette petite fille ne cessent de vous suivre … et de vous proposer des cartes postales.
Pour être insistantes, elles le sont ! De quoi vous perturber la découverte de ce haut lieu sacré. Le discours de ces enfants est toujours le même : « Voulez-vous des cartes postales ? L'argent nous sert pour acheter des cahiers pour l'école … » et bis repetita, à n'en plus finir !
Vous avez beau refuser gentiment à plusieurs reprises, cela ne suffit pas ! Elles continuent à vous tourner autour avant de passer à la seconde étape d'une stratégie bien rodée : vous attendrir en vous montrant qu'elles parlent plusieurs langues afin de s'adapter à chaque visiteur étranger.
Et voilà que cette mignonne fillette nous fait son show : réciter sa demande en anglais, italien, tchèque, grec …. mais en jetant tout de même un œil à son cahier où toutes ces phrases sont consignées.
Non seulement c'est une commerciale aguerrie mais aussi une bonne comédienne !
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Entre marché local et vestiges du royaume de Klungkung
La circulation est particulièrement dense alors que nous parvenons aux abords du grand marché de la ville de Semarapura, la capitale régionale.
Des voitures et surtout des scooters, tous bien chargés : les uns avec des marchandises volumineuses en équilibre sur le porte bagages, les autres avec des petites familles (deux adultes et deux enfants !).
Tout ce petit monde se faufile parmi le dédale des allées de ce pasar (marché en indonésien), cela sonne comme le mot approprié de bazar. Les scooters essayant d'éviter les piétons qui portent en équilibre sur leur tête quelques marchandises.
Dans ce marché, on y trouve naturellement un peu de tout … des légumes ou fruits locaux jusqu'aux étoffes. Le secteur dédié aux tissus est vraiment bien achalandé avec des amoncellements de batik et d'ikat haut en couleur.
Parmi les boutiques, il y a aussi les turbans traditionnels balinais portés par les hommes. Cette coiffe est nommée Udeng. La pièce de tissu à la forme de fleur évoque à ses extrémités deux pétales symbolisant le bien et le mal. C'est la tenue habituelle pour se rendre au temple.
J'ai déjà un sarong (sorte de jupe), il ne me manque plus que la coiffe, ce fameux udeng balinais … me voilà en essayant un !
Bon, c'est marrant, mais avouez que c'est une coiffe difficile à porter chez nous ! Les vendeurs ont beau me dire que cela me va très bien (que les commerçants sont sympathiques !), cela ne suffira pas à me décider à en acheter un.
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A proximité du grand marché, c'est à dire juste en face, il faut visiter les intéressants vestiges de l'époque pré-coloniale : la Kertha Gosa et la Bale Kambang.
Deux monuments qui ont été conservés et restaurés après de nombreuse attaques, ils constituaient une salle de justice et un élégant pavillon flottant du Royaume de Klungkung, un des plus importants parmi les neuf royaumes que comportait l'île balinaise dans les années 1700.
En levant les yeux, on découvre les superbes peintures de style dit de Klungkung qui ornent les plafonds. Elles représentent de multiples scènes, calendrier astrologique, contes populaires mais également, par exemple, des châtiments corporels comme cette illustration qui montre le sort réservé aux femmes adultères … mais au fait, les hommes infidèles subissaient-ils à l'époque le même traitement ?
Quittons maintenant le marché, la ville, les monuments et ce rond-point pour nous diriger vers la ville d'Ubud.
Ubud, à la rencontre de la culture et des arts balinais
La renommée de la ville d'Ubud n'est depuis longtemps plus à faire. En effet, cette petite ville de l'intérieur est considérée comme le centre de la culture et des arts balinais.
Ubud est donc une étape incontournable et justifiée dans un périple à Bali. Ubud sera ainsi la dernière grande étape de notre découverte de la charmante île balinaise.
Avec une telle réputation et tant de centres d'intérêts, il ne faut pas s'étonner d'y rencontrer beaucoup de monde !
Le flux des voitures et des scooters est souvent si dense dans les rues de la cité que les agents de la circulation sont un peu (beaucoup !) dépassés. Certes, les scooters se faufilent en tout sens mais au moins, ils ne provoquent pas autant d'embouteillages que si chacun de leur conducteur était au volant d'une auto, là, ce serait l’asphyxie totale à certains moments !
De plus, avec un tel trafic l'odeur des gaz d'échappement supplante le parfum traditionnel de l'encens des offrandes disposées devant les autels et les habitations, quel dommage !
Ceux qui ont connu cette cité il y a vingt ou trente ans ont quelques difficultés à y retrouver l'atmosphère de village d'artistes qu'était Ubud autrefois. C'est ainsi.
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Laissons tout véhicule pour nous balader à pied dans le centre autour du marché … un lieu où l'on trouve aussi bien des objets de pacotilles que de vraies œuvres d'art balinais : peintures, sculptures, masques traditionnels, vêtements de styliste balinais ou de marque internationale ou encore des tissus bon marché.
A propos de marché … faisons un tour (rapide ) dans le « pasar » central ou entre les étalages de babioles pour touristes les balinais n'oublient pas de faire leurs offrandes quotidiennes.
Dans une des rues principales, la Monkey Forest road, entre une galerie de peinture et à proximité d'un atelier de sculpture, mon regard de photographe amateur est immanquablement attiré par la vitrine d'un studio d'artiste photographe de talent.
A l'intérieur du « Nacivet » on peut y admirer des paysages balinais ou des portraits valorisés par des photos de grande qualité esthétique. Tirages couleurs et Noir&Blanc sont ainsi à l'honneur dans ce studio d'artiste.
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L'art pictural est très bien représenté à Ubud, plusieurs musées permettent de découvrir le style des peintres balinais.
L'ARMA (Agung Rai Museum of Art) en est un où sont exposées des collections particulièrement intéressantes.
D'abord il y a le cadre : un ensemble de pavillons à l'architecture purement balinaise au milieu d'un agréable jardin luxuriant entre plantes, fleurs et bassins bruissants de fontaines.
A l'ombre de grands arbres tropicaux nous rencontrons un copiste reproduisant avec application et minutie un des tableaux du musée.
Un musée créé par un amateur éclairé (Agung Rai) qui à l'origine n'était qu'un simple vendeur de rue et qui ensuite a fait fortune, ça existe ! Par passion, il a rassemblé dans les salles de ce lieu une importante collection de beaux exemples de peintures en vogue à Bali et à Java. A l'image d’œuvres de style Batuan des années 1930/40 dont le sens extrême du détail, la saturation de l'image et la végétation florissante séduisent les visiteurs. Des visiteurs bien moins nombreux devant les toiles que dans les rues de la ville, c'est un constat.
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Ubud est également réputée pour sa zen attitude et sa culture du bien-être … un bon filon qu'exploitent de nombreux salons de massages/relaxations ou autres spas .
Comme nous avons pas mal marché en sillonnant la petite cité qui s'avère finalement très étendue voici qu'un souhait me prend : et si on se « faisait » une petite séance de massage ?
Comme tous les visiteurs pressés, nous n'avons que peu de temps en cette fin d'après-midi mais comme tout bon visiteur curieux nous avons envie de « goûter » aux douces sensations annoncées presque tout au long des rues. Allez, on opte pour un massage des jambes et des pieds.
Cette devanture qui affiche les empreintes de pieds de géants semble une adresse sérieuse … de l'idée à la réalisation, il n'a fallu que quelques pas. Et puis à 80 000 roupies indonésiennes la demi-heure (soit à peine 6 euro), on ne risque vraiment pas grand chose !
Me voilà donc étendu sur la table de massage et mes pieds entre les mains de ce masseur balinais.
J'attendais un massage relaxant, le début m'a semblé un peu brutal, pour un peu j'ai cru qu'il allait me déboîter les chevilles ! Le massage plutôt énergique du départ se transforme peu à peu en agréables sensations.
J'imaginais que l'homme de l'art accompagnerait ses gestes de quelques paroles apaisantes … non, juste quelques mots que je n'ai pas vraiment compris au commencement, puis plus rien après. Au moins, cela laisse l'esprit tranquille tout entier à la sensation de bien être procuré par le massage.
Au bout d'une demi heure, on se sent bien, les pieds et les jambes plus légères, tout simplement mais pourrait-on dire aussi, sans plus.
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Ubud, centre artistique de Bali mais aussi centre d'un artisanat de qualité.
La sculpture est une des activités bien maîtrisées par de nombreux artistes balinais.
Rendons-nous dans un des quartiers en périphérie de la ville, précisément à Mas. Mais là, il n'est plus question d'un quelconque (mas)sage relaxant !
Mas, le nom du secteur, signifie or en indonésien, pourtant ici c'est principalement la sculpture sur bois qui est pratiquée et avec talent.
A l'origine, c'étaient les prêtres qui s'adonnaient à cet art, leurs œuvres étaient essentiellement destinées à la décoration des édifices religieux ou des palais. Depuis l'avènement du tourisme, les réalisations comme par exemple de statuettes de Bouddha, de mariés balinais ou de masques sont proposées aux visiteurs.
Il faut voir le sérieux et le travail minutieux réalisé par ces sculpteurs, les gestes sont précis et dévoilent peu à peu les attitudes et les expressions de leurs œuvres.
Les bois utilisés sont variés, du bois d'ébène le plus dur et le plus renommé aux bois d'hibiscus, de santal en passant par le bois de crocodile ? Un arbre ainsi surnommé car son écorce ressemble étrangement à la peau de cet animal à la mâchoire si terrifiante, d'ailleurs dans la cour de l'atelier trône un imposant arbre crocodile.
En bon touriste, je succombe à la tentation de ramener un de ses souvenirs sculptés, du vrai « Made in Bali ».
J'hésite puis tergiverse encore devant toutes les statuettes présentées ... et me décide enfin pour ce bouddha (photo ci-dessus).
Un détail, le marchandage est de mise en ces lieux, 40 % du prix indiqué est finalement ce à quoi il faut parvenir pour qu'à l'issue de la transaction, vendeur et acheteur aient l'impression d'avoir fait une affaire … bon, on est bien conscient que tous ça est un jeu de rôle bien convenu !
A savoir aussi, si le prix de vente d'une sculpture sur bois paraît vraiment très bon marché, il faut avoir un doute sur l'essence de bois utilisée … en sachant que le balsa est le plus facile à travailler, à bon entendeur …
Tout au long des routes qui entourent Ubud, on est étonné de voir le nombre d'ateliers et de boutiques d'objets d'artisanat local. A certains endroits, ils sont à touche-touche sur des centaines de mètres … On sait bien que Ubud est devenu un centre touristique très fréquenté mais quand même ! Comment cette abondance et tous ce choix d'objets peuvent-ils trouver preneurs parmi les seuls visiteurs de l'île ?
La réponse me sera soufflée par notre accompagnateur. Le savoir faire des artistes balinais et le taux relativement faible des salaires ont fait que Bali s'est spécialisé dans la production d'objets de souvenirs pour vacanciers, vendus à Bali mais également dans bien d'autres pays du monde !
Aussi, il ne faut pas être surpris si l'on trouve des djembés, made in Bali, sur les marchés à touristes au Mali ou encore des didgeridoo, fait à Bali, dans les boutiques de souvenirs en Australie (pays qui n'est qu'à seulement 3 h de vol).
De plus, à Bali et dans toute l'Indonésie on fabrique et exporte en grande quantité des meubles (notamment en bambous) que l'on retrouve à la vente dans les grandes enseignes d'ameublement exotique de nos centres commerciaux …
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Un café d'exception, à plus d'un titre !
Le moment ne serait-il pas venu de faire une pause ? Une pause café par exemple. D'autant que l'Indonésie est un important producteur de café et à Bali on peut déguster un café vraiment original, il est même devenu un des cafés le plus cher au monde !
Dans les environs d'Ubud, Au Negari Luwak Kopi on est habitué à recevoir des visiteurs curieux de déguster le fameux Café Luwak, un arabica d'exception.
En arrivant, on peut être surpris par les abords du café, un parc qui évoque une ménagerie avec des cages où se reposent … des civettes. Ces petits animaux au pelage qui évoque de mignonnes peluches amusent les visiteurs qui adorent dorloter ces bébés civettes.
Des civettes qui ont une importance déterminante dans l'élaboration du rare Kopi Luwak (Kopi=Café, Luwak=Civette), cela vous étonne ? Explications .
En effet l'original café Luwak est préparé à partir de grains de café prédigérés dans les intestins des civettes ; le récolter, c'est donc ramasser les déjections des animaux. Oui, oui, vous avez bien lu !
L'origine de cette recette de café remonte au temps où l'Indonésie était une colonie hollandaises. Les colons avaient à l'époque planté des hectares de caféiers mais ils interdisaient aux ouvriers d'en récolter pour leur propre consommation ...mais ces mêmes ouvriers attentifs à leur culture avaient observé que les civettes se gavaient de grains de café et qu'elles les rejetaient dans leurs excréments ! Des grains débarrassés de leur enveloppe végétale et qui une fois légèrement torréfié était très doux au palais ….
Les propriétaires hollandais s'aperçurent rapidement du manège, ils se délectèrent du breuvage produit ... et les voilà récupérant cette production avant de la vendre à prix d'or !
Passons à la dégustation. La production de Kopi Luwak étant faible (bien que l'on élève de nos jours des civettes à cette fin), la tasse de ce café est chère, environ 3 ou 4 Euros si je me souviens bien … un prix finalement assez raisonnable par rapport à celui de certains expressos que l'on peut boire sur la Place St Marc à Venise ou dans certains établissements des Champs Élysées !
La préparation de la boisson est tout un cérémonial effectué à l'aide d'un percolateur traditionnel.
La saveur ? Très douce au palais, parfumé et sans amertume. Les sucs digestifs des civettes ont produit leur effet … mais au moment de cette dégustation il faut surtout très vite oublier les effluves que dégagent ces petites créatures ...
En comparant le rare café luwak au café classique servi dans l'établissement, on apprécie encore plus la différence et l'originalité de la saveur du très prisé Luwak. Vraiment il n'y a pas photo !
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Place au spectacle dansé
La danse ou plutôt le théâtre dansé balinais est un des arts parmi les plus célèbres de Bali. Et quand l'occasion vous est donné d'assister à une soirée spectacle de danses balinaises, il ne faut surtout pas s'en priver. Souvenirs …
La nuit est tombée alors que nous pénétrons dans l'enceinte d'une charmante propriété à quelques kilomètres d'Ubud. Le style architectural typiquement balinais entre pavillons habités et autels hindouistes privés nous met déjà dans l'ambiance.
La vingtaine de musiciens d'un grand orchestre balinais, un Gong gede sont prêts à jouer. Les virtuoses de gamelans (gongs), percussions et flûtes débutent leur partition en introduction des chorégraphies.
Deux danseuses entrent alors en scène. Très élégantes avec leurs costumes traditionnels, des tuniques colorées rehaussées de motifs d'or et d'argent. Les maquillages sont finement dessinés donnant un éclat particulièrement expressif aux visages des artistes.
Grâce, gestuelle des poignets, des mains et des doigts, mouvements des yeux … tout est en harmonie parfaite avec l'accompagnement musical. Une musique envoûtante alternant des passages lents ou saccadés avec parfois une accélération de stridentes tonalités métalliques.
Le chef de cet orchestre de ce gamelan, un musicien au visage de sage et au sourire figé, donne à chaque reprise le « la », martelant avec précision les touches de son gong.
Le lelong auquel nous assistons est un genre de danses balinaises des plus classiques mais également parmi les plus gracieuses, des chorégraphies qui miment des contes et des légendes anciennes.
La danse suivante est d'un tout autre style, c'est la danse Topeng Tua (Vieux masque). Un danseur masqué qui évoque un vieil homme se promenant dans les rues d'un village. Ces yeux globuleux ont de quoi effrayer … surtout quand à la fin de la représentation il vient faire des accolades aux dames !
Les photos de danseurs rendent compte de la beauté des parures et des mimiques des visages. Cependant, il faut reconnaître qu'il manque l'indispensable musique d'accompagnement. Ces mélodies de gamelan sont tout en harmonie avec la chorégraphie, cela explique sans doute que l'on se laisse facilement séduire par ce si dépaysant spectacle.
Mais autant cette illustration musicale s'accorde idéalement avec les chorégraphies, autant je ne me verrai pas écouter ces tonalités parfois suraiguës en boucle, soyons honnête.
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Gunung Kawi et ses impressionnantes sculptures
A quelques kilomètres au nord d'Ubud, le site archéologique de Gunung kawi et son ensemble de sanctuaires sculptés en impose, vraiment.
10 candi, hauts de 8 mètres ont été sculptés dans les parois rocheuses tout au fond d'un étroit vallon. Chacun de ses candi honorerait un membre de la famille royale balinaise de du XIe siècle, enfin, à ce que l'on suppose.
Ce lieu de mémoire a très longtemps été enfoui sous des tonnes de terre et de boue avant que les archéologues mettent au jour cet intéressant témoignage de l'histoire de Bali.
Avec la dévotion dont font preuve les Balinais on comprend qu'en ce site historique, plusieurs autels et temples aient été édifiés, tous étant quotidiennement ornés d'offrandes.
Le sentier qui mène au site est principalement constitué de marche d'escaliers, 270 paraît-il, (je ne les ai pas comptées !), facile à descendre évidemment un peu plus pénible à remonter surtout si la chaleur est de la partie … Quoique, tout au long des escaliers on est en permanence distrait, façon de parler. Car comme réjouissance, il s'agit en fait beaucoup plus d'interpellations. Ah ! Tous ces vendeurs de souvenirs qui vous collent, bien installés près de leur cabane sur les bords du parcours … pas mal l'idée car les visiteurs essoufflés faisant des arrêts sont des acheteurs potentiels !
La distraction, la vraie en toute tranquillité, l'esthétique, elle se trouve à portée de regard sur la gauche (dans le sens de la montée ou l'inverse en descendant). Un splendide paysage de rizières en terrasses vous est offert sur les pentes de ce site de Gunung Kawi je ne me suis pas privé de l'admirer, le temps d'une pause … pose photo, bien sûr !
A la plage à Benoa, une des stations balnéaires du sud balinais
Lors de ce récit de périple tout autour de Bali, je n'ai que peu évoqué les stations balnéaires et les plages. Pourtant Bali est aussi renommée comme plaisante destination pour le farniente en bord de mer ou pour des activités plus sportives, le surf en étant une des plus prisées.
Les principales stations touristiques et les plus belles plages sont situées surtout dans le sud de l'île, nous y sommes, pour une dernière étape en fin de séjour, juste avant de quitter Bali.
Le hasard nous mène dans une de ces stations très touristiques, précisément à Benoa.
La lumière de fin d'après-midi valorise la vue de l'horizon marin avec en premier plan ce bateau à balanciers dont les reflets oscillent à la surface de l'eau. Un panorama photogénique que je me fais un plaisir d'immortaliser.
Ici, les complexes hôteliers se succèdent le long du littoral de sable comme les alignement de restaurants, snacks, cafés, salons de massage, excursionnistes, bureaux de change … Une longue route rectiligne bordée d'enseignes (pas toujours très esthétiques) longe ainsi le bord de mer.
Oublions ce détail pour admirer les jardins tropicaux des hôtels, toujours très florissants avec une profusion d'hibiscus, de frangipaniers, de bougainvillées … et puis, il y a aussi en décoration toutes ces magnifiques compositions florales, les balinais excellent en art floral ! Bali, île des fleurs. Bali, île des offrandes fleuries !
Certes ces hôtels sont confortables, les buffets et les repas bien cuisinés dans l'ensemble et les piscines agréables, un seul bémol, le bord de plage n'est pas toujours très propre. Quand quelques papiers ou sachets plastiques flottent autour de vous lors d'une baignade, on peut rêver de mieux !
D'accord, nous n'avons eu qu'un bref aperçu du littoral balnéaire de Bali, ce n'était pas vraiment le but de notre voyage, il m'est donc difficile d'avoir un jugement plus précis sur toutes ces plages du sud de Bali que l'on dit souvent très (trop) fréquentées …
En revanche, des plages indonésiennes de rêve … nous en avons admirés plusieurs mais dans l'île voisine de Lombok, mais là c'est un autre voyage, d'autres souvenirs et un autre récit*…
Jean SM / Bali Octobre 2016
* Lombok, côte sud et village Sasak , à lire et voir sur VF:
https://voyageforum.com/v.f?post=7663741;#7663741
Félicitations ! Une merveille ce récit original... Après Java, voici une autre page (ou plusieurs pages si l'on veut) où on se délecte... Tout pour me faire rêver avant d'aller sur place pendant un mois en mai-juin 2017 (sauf imprévu...)
Merci encore
Maguy
Merci Maguy pour la visite et l'enthousiasme et continue de rêver à ce prochain voyage que je te souhaite réussi. Je n'en doute pas, Bali est une destination qui a beaucoup de charme avec tous les aspects qu'offrent l'île aux visiteurs, il y en a pour tous les goûts : culture, plages, paysages ... jusqu'au goût de la saveur de la cuisine balinaise.
Bonjour, j'ai été trois semaines à Bali en mai dernier et j'ai beaucoup aimé. Voici une vidéo d'un peu plus de 3 minutes que je viens de réalisé. https://vimeo.com/195953894
Très beau carnet de voyage très éducatif et pédagogique!
Je retrouve bien les différentes facettes de cette ile aux habitants si accueillants et ouverts et à l'architecture ainsi qu'au rites religieux superbes.
Bonsoir Stéphane,
Merci pour la visite.
J'ai bien sûr visionné ta vidéo.
Une belle réalisation qui valorise les différents aspects de Bali et nous fait profiter de la beauté des paysages.
Un montage très dynamique avec ce style clip, l'illustration musicale avec ce choix, pourquoi pas. Certaines scènes comme les danses ou les festivités auraient sans doute encore plus d'impact visuel avec le son d'ambiance que l'on ne retrouve seulement que tout à la fin de la vidéo.
Merci pour l'appréciation ...
C'est certain, Bali est victime de son succès et par endroits il y a un peu trop de monde et puis cela attire les arnaqueurs comme tu le signales ... Cependant en s'éloignant des lieux très fréquentés, on peut encore trouver un peu plus de sérénité et une population plus agréable à découvrir.
Cependant, c'est quand même une île qui a beaucoup de charme.
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"So, my little wanderers, back at the decks? What’s this mystery destination you’ve got in store for us at the start of the year?"
Yes, the schoolyard bell’s ringing again! We’re hitting the road... or rather, the skies! At first glance, our destination might surprise more than a few. First off, simply because I was here exactly twenty years ago, and I don’t usually like retracing my own footsteps. Secondly, because the name of this place screams mass tourism—basically the opposite of what Flo and I look for.
Despite that, in this land of backsheesh, I’d promised myself I’d come back one day to experience it my way. And since Flo told me, during our wanderer chats, that this destination straddling Africa and the Middle East was in her top 2 travel dreams, the stars aligned for this roots-style trip to quickly make it onto our pharaonic festivities program! Unless you’re totally clueless in general knowledge, you’ve probably guessed by now—we’re off to Egypt! Of course, a few classics will be on our itinerary, but above all, we want to soak up a culture that can’t be appreciated in four-star resorts or on a Nile cruise boat. And let’s be clear, these next two weeks won’t be a walk in the park—neither for our two daughters who are joining us, nor for our bodies!
And that’s clear from the get-go: after our first flight, eight hours of trying (and failing) to sleep on Milan airport’s metal seats, our second flight, landing, passport stamps, our Uber ride, and our first Cairo kilometers, we finally drop our exhaustion at the little guesthouse we booked in Giza. Doesn’t all that energy deserve a little reward?
Oh, absolutely! And here it is: a full-on slap in the face for everyone! But just look at this view from our hotel terrace? For 20 € a night for four, even with this incredible view, I figured the room must be pretty shabby, right? Nope... Is the staff rude, then? Nope... Okay, so what’s the catch? You’re gonna tell me breakfast is included too? Well, yes! Honestly, this Egypt trip is off to a great start.
And the rest of the afternoon, spent rubbing shoulders with locals, only confirmed this vibe. After digesting our pyramid view, we dove into the hustle and bustle of our neighborhood with the goal of exchanging money, eating at street stalls, and testing the hospitality of the locals. Ten out of ten!
Eight little sun breads with baba ganoush and falafel? 80 pounds, or 1.5 €. A dozen Middle Eastern pastries? Same! 80 pounds! Two hawawshis, those little pita breads stuffed with meat and spices? 10 pounds each, or about twenty cents! Not to mention all those smiles and free "welcomes" left and right!!!
What a welcome! We end this first day with a sunset over the three sisters of Giza—where we’ll obviously be gawking tomorrow...
Hi everyone, we're back from a DIY USA road trip we organized from July 31, 2026, to August 26, 2026.
The destination: The Southwest USA, including Texas, Arizona, and New Mexico. Roughly 7,000 kilometers covered.
The car: A Chevrolet Equinox for two, rented through BSP Auto and Avis. Inside, we had 2 suitcases, a travel bag, two carry-on bags, a Walmart cooler, photo gear, and water bottles (a 40-pack).
The route: Dallas DFW, Fort Worth, Houston, Austin, San Antonio, Alpine, El Paso, Tucson, Sedona, Albuquerque, Amarillo, and back to Dallas to finish with a departure from DFW.
The travelers: Two seniors well advanced in years (73 and 75) but still active (nothing too physically demanding—to stay alive and fund our trips), fully independent physically, though a bit less so mentally. Big USA fans, a country where anything is possible. More walkers than hikers, preferring 3-star hotels over roadside motels, Italian restaurants over US food, frequent stops for photos, museums over nothing, naps over forced marches. Not too whiny, just enough to stay French in the land of the "great Satan," as they say.
Not great with languages—street English (but handy), and my Spanish is non-existent except for: "Hola! Una cerveza por favor!" That’s about it. My wife understands everything but refuses to speak.
The cost of the road trip: Around 12,000 €, including AF flights, the car, gas, gifts, visits, and everything else. Well managed, since we’d budgeted 13,500 € initially.
The positive side: A delight, with those endless open roads. Museums to discover. The realization of the Hispanic presence and its important history in this part of America. Lovely locals. Tourists who were more or less friendly. A terrible Texan accent that was hard to understand. Gas stations that were like real stores, with prepared food, alcohol sold in Arizona and New Mexico, and employees who were always up for a laugh!
The negative side: The heat throughout the trip... 43°C in Dallas at the end. Impossible to walk the streets. Lots of homeless people in downtown Dallas. Hotel breakfasts that were always the same. You get used to it.
So, it was positive overall, but the concept is starting to wear us out. We might rethink the DIY road trip model for next time. If the man upstairs grants us more time.
Next up, we’ll wait for the first batch of sorted photos to go through the wringer.
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
Ouverture donc de ce second carnet consacré à l’Ouest américain ! Il faut bien ça quand on aime ! 😉
Nous étions restés dans la charmante cité de Bisbee, qui fit autrefois sa fortune grâce aux mines de cuivre. Aujourd’hui, l’activité minière appartient au passé et la ville semble quelque peu endormie.
Je n’ai malheureusement pas assez enquêté sur place pour pouvoir répondre à toutes les questions que mes diverses observations ont suscitées. Il faudra donc creuser le sujet... sans mauvais jeu de mots ! 😉
Reprenons l’automobile pour poursuivre un peu plus au sud et découvrir l’esplanade qui permet d’admirer — si l’on peut dire — l’impressionnant fond de la mine à ciel ouvert.
Puis direction le quartier de Lowell.
Resté quasiment dans son jus, ce quartier devait être particulièrement animé en son temps. Les automobiles anciennes sont toujours là, les devantures et les enseignes semblent sorties d’une autre époque et l’ensemble dégage une atmosphère assez étonnante. On se croirait presque sur la Route 66 !
Ici, ce n’est pas seulement un vieux quartier que nous découvrons, mais une petite tranche de l’histoire de l’Amérique. Et, détail qui a son importance pour ma santé physique : le lieu n’est pas très étendu.
Tant mieux ! 😉
Je ne vais pas poster trop d’images ici, car je pense pouvoir en tirer une prochaine expo photo.
Entre celles-ci et quelques-unes réalisées sur la Route 66, je devrais avoir largement de quoi faire ! Alors, gardons-en quelques-unes sous le coude... histoire de préserver un peu la surprise. 😉
I hope this travel journal might interest some people, but since we were completely self-sufficient (tent, sleeping bag, pot, cooking over a wood fire…) almost every day, I don’t have many hotel addresses or great restaurant tips to share! Sorry!
We used the Maio map at 1:50,000 scale. It’s part of the Boa Vista/Sal/Maio map. Bought on Amazon, but currently unavailable as of the latest news.
The people of Maio are extremely welcoming and warm, and we were always more than well received in the villages where we pitched our tent!
We’re usually big hikers, but since Maio is a beach island (gorgeous ones, at that!), we alternated a few hours of walking in the morning with some relaxation in the afternoon: beach, reading, fishing, resting…
1 euro = 110 escudos
Day 1 (Friday) Transfers by plane: Fogo-Praia-Maio
We opted for the plane to save some time on transfers, as the boat connections between Fogo and Praia take a while, and those between Praia and Maio are almost nonexistent.
You should budget around 40-50 euros per flight per person.
There are 2 flights per week between Praia and Maio—on Tuesdays and Fridays when we were there (January 2016), but currently on Mondays and Fridays.
A bit of a delay leaving Praia, but we arrived on Maio without any problems around 4 PM.
We took an *aluguer* (shared transport, 200 escudos per person) to the center of Vila do Maio, but it’s totally doable on foot with a backpack.
Since it was already a bit late, for this first night, we dropped our bags at Big Game Maio. A standard European-style hotel run by a very nice Italian family. It’s a bit pricey for us (5500 escudos for 2 people with breakfast), but after our 2 weeks in a tent on Fogo, we were happy to find a little comfort. And the breakfast is ultra-generous, with fresh products (cured ham, fruit, cheese, bread) and top quality. The hotel restaurant offers dishes that are a clever mix of Italian and Cape Verdean cuisine. Excellent!
Little tip: We didn’t try it, but Big Game Maio offers big-game fishing trips, diving, and quad rentals.
The hotel is 2 minutes from Vila’s beautiful beach, and we went for a dip at sunset and took a stroll around town. They’re redeveloping the waterfront with pretty sidewalks and light stone walls.
Vila beach
Sunset behind Santiago
Day 2 (Saturday): rest day + fishing
After 2 weeks of hiking and since Vila is such a peaceful place where it’s nice to take your time, we decided to spend an extra day there. We took the path heading south along the coast to reach Ponta Preta beach in 20 minutes. The path isn’t very pretty because there’s quite a bit of construction going on, which prevents you from really walking along the shore. Lots of real estate agencies, especially Italian ones, have taken over the land. But Ponta Preta beach is a stunning black-sand beach where we had the whole place to ourselves. We decided to go fishing from the rocks.
At 1 PM, the sun was blazing, so we headed back to Vila and dried the fish for the following days.
At 6 PM, we went fishing again, but this time at night from the rocks at the end of Vila beach.
8:30 PM: back to shower and eat at the restaurant.
The rocks and sea at Ponta Preta
Day 3 (Sunday): from Vila do Maio to Calheta de Baixo, via Monte Batalha (path 101) Hiking time: 5h
Since there aren’t many “summits” on Maio, we decided to head to Calheta de Baixo but via Monte Batalha. We left at 8:20 AM and somehow made it to Monte Batalha by 11 AM (2h40 of hiking). But the path is really hard to find in the middle of the dry grass and acacia trees. We kind of cut through randomly, aiming for the summit. Even though it’s not very high (around 300 m), the view is amazing—you can see all of Maio at 360°!
Short 30-minute break. The descent through the “forest” of acacias is even worse for finding your way. We oriented ourselves a bit by the sun to find the road connecting Vila to Calheta. We arrived around 1:30 PM at Calheta de Baixo. A very pretty little seaside village with colorful houses. An idyllic beach, a newly renovated square, and super-friendly people. We pitched our tent facing the sea on the terrace of an abandoned house (after asking the locals for permission).
We cooked some of the dried fish we’d caught the day before, along with fresh beans we’d brought from Fogo (and were still carrying!).
At the summit of Monte Batalha
Calheta
Calheta de Baixo
Day 4 (Monday): From Calheta de Baixo to Morrinho on foot. Hiking time: 3h. Then hitching a bus to Cascabulho, and a car to Pedro Vaz.
We left around 9:30 AM heading north (path 201), following the coastline where the beaches just keep coming—each one wilder and more beautiful than the last: Praia de Soca, Calheta Braca, Ponta de Pau Seco, Calhetina. We reached the dunes of Baia de Santana. There’s no real path, so you have to follow the coast, then go around the dunes, and when you spot the 3 coconut trees, head east toward them to find the track leading to Morrinho. Again, we discovered a village with a Wild West vibe, with colorful houses lined up on either side of a paved road. Just enough time to accept a drink offered by a local before jumping onto the passing school bus that took us to Cascabulho. There, we waited for a ride. A political delegation of 10 cars drove right past us without stopping. Luckily, one of the cars had a flat tire and came by 30 minutes later—and that one, thankfully, gave us a lift! They were heading to the inauguration of a water pump in Pedro Vaz. So that’s where we stopped too. After getting permission from the school principal, we pitched our tent in front of the village school… and became the attraction for all the kids who kept us company until nightfall! A woman gave us 2 jugs of water, but with all that company, it was tough to take a peaceful shower!!
Dinner: pasta with beans.
We were woken up by rain during the night and had to rush to bring all our stuff inside the tent!
The beaches just keep coming...
The dunes
The 3 coconut trees, a landmark to find the track
Day 5 (Tuesday): Rest day and fishing at Boca da Ribeira beach
We packed up at 8 AM because the kids had school. We filled the 2 water jugs that the woman lent us and headed down to camp at Boca da Ribeira beach, which is a bit further east of Pedro Vaz. It took less than an hour to get there. This time, we really were alone in the world! We pitched the tent and spent the day fishing, reading, playing, and swimming regularly because the sun was beating down hard!!! We caught a nice fish that we grilled over the fire in the evening. With the crabs and shellfish we gathered, we made a seafood rice! Yum! What a feast!
That night, once the tent was zipped up, we felt something like rain on the tent fabric. I decided to go out and gather our things, and then—shock!!! It wasn’t raindrops we were feeling and hearing, but bugs attracted by the light!! Not just a few bugs—a huge swarm of them!!! Thousands of bugs covering the whole tent, the ropes, slipping into the seams and hems! Everywhere! The blue tent had turned green!!! After that, it was a real struggle to get back inside without letting any in! A real challenge, and there were always 3 or 4 that managed to sneak in anyway. Total war!!!
Boca da Ribeira beach
Day 6 (Wednesday): From Boca da Ribeira to Ribeira Dom João. Hiking time: 3h30
We woke up leisurely and waited for the sun to dry our things, damp from the dew. A man passed by, and we gave him the water jugs we’d borrowed, which saved us a trip back to Pedro Vaz to return them to the woman.
We left around 10 AM. We followed the sea to Alcatraz, then headed toward Pilão Cão. The path runs alongside the small hills on our right, and we passed above Lagoa Cimidor. The terrain is arid, and the path is hard to find among the many goat tracks.
After 3h30 of hiking, we reached Ribeira Dom João with 2 young people we’d met along the way.
Since it was a public holiday in Cape Verde, the kids didn’t have school, and with the principal’s permission, we pitched our tent in the kindergarten. She even kindly opened the school toilets for us. The neighbor gave us the water we needed to wash up and cook. We cooked beef steaks on charcoal. A nice change from fish!! Charcoal is a widespread artisanal product on the island. People almost never cook directly over wood but always with these big chunks of charcoal.
The hills on our right
Ribeira Dom João
Day 7 (Thursday): From Ribeira Dom João to Vila do Maio. Hiking time: 3h30
We woke up at 6:30 AM to clear out of the school by 8 AM. The neighbor made us coffee to save time. It took us 2 hours to reach Barreiro, another Wild West-style town! Since we didn’t want to walk on the road, we took the old track and reached Vila do Maio in 1h30.
Last night before taking the plane back to Praia the next day.
Barreiro
The old track
The church in Vila do Maio
That’s where this trip ends!
Maio is truly a magical island! A remote, isolated place with incredible, wild beaches and villages with a Wild West feel—colorful houses on either side of well-paved, well-maintained, and decorated streets. And the locals are so warm and welcoming.
Even for hikers like us, it was a great discovery, and we were able to alternate hiking and relaxation with great pleasure! Too bad the area around Vila do Maio is being overrun by real estate construction—ongoing, unfinished, abandoned…
I’m sharing a little recap of this new 4-week trip to China—nothing fancy, just my experience.
We’re taking advantage of the extended visa exemption to return to China for the 4th time. I loved last summer’s trip so much that I’m a bit worried about being disappointed this year. Plus, I’ve had a few hiccups before this departure: my WeChat account got blocked, and I couldn’t recover it (luckily, Alipay still works fine); I couldn’t verify my 12306 account for weeks; Trip.com failed to book our second train; and I’ve got an injury that’ll slow me down during the trip... Ugh, I hate starting a trip with these kinds of issues. Then, oh surprise! Just before leaving, my 12306 account got verified! Super easy to use from that point on—I could book a few train tickets without fees.
We’re sticking with Free’s e-SIMs, which work great in China.
August 2–3
Anyway, on the morning of August 2nd, we took the RER to CDG. As usual, we couldn’t check in online. It’s always a bit frustrating, especially since we didn’t have any checked luggage. We flew with Air China. We arrived at the check-in counter at 9:50 AM, 2 hours and 40 minutes before the flight. The line for our check-in stretched 300 meters across the airport in both directions. What a joke!! We spent 1 hour and 45 minutes in that line just to reach the counter and get our boarding passes. By then, it was 11:35 AM, and boarding had already started at 11:20 AM. The screens showed a 25-minute walk to our gate—on the other side of the airport, of course—plus we had to go through passport control and security... Long story short, the plane didn’t leave without us 🙂 We boarded among the last passengers, and we took off at 12:30 PM. We’d flown Air China four times before, but this time, it felt *really* low-cost. The check-in chaos, the cramped seats (12 seats per row), no music by artists known outside China, mediocre food, and a boarding area at Beijing Airport with only 10 seats—worthy of Ryanair or EasyJet. And yet, the price was sky-high. Again, D.’s vacation requests were denied outside of July and August, so we’re traveling from August 2nd to 30th. We couldn’t have picked a worse time for inflated prices, and with the situation in Iran, we got hit with a 390 € fuel surcharge. I’ve never paid so much for flights—I felt like I’d bought business class, but nope, far from it!!
We landed in Beijing around 4:15 AM. It was 28°C with thick fog. We drove and drove and drove for 20 minutes, as usual in Beijing. Then we went through a first check, a second check, a third check, and waited for our connecting flight at 6:40 AM. A small Airbus A320, but way more space than in the Boeing 777 from the first flight. We landed in Kunming, Yunnan, around 10:15 AM in the rain.
We headed to the subway. You can’t pay at the machines with Alipay here either, so we set up the transport QR code directly in Alipay to scan at the subway gates. The process is a bit long the first time if you haven’t entered your info before, but once it’s done, it’s *so* much easier! We took Line 6 to the terminus for 6 yuan each.
We’d booked a hotel nearby, on the 16th floor. It’s actually studios on different floors of a huge residential building. The view’s pretty nice from here. We settled in quickly—back to those wooden beds, or rather, mattresses as hard as wood, which we *hadn’t* missed...
Then we went out for our first bowl of noodles of the trip and wandered through the shopping streets of the old town.
It was crowded, and the weather was cool—around 19–20°C. We tried a local specialty: milk skin, thick, dried, then grilled with rose jam. Yeah... we won’t be having that again. The taste and texture of the milk skin... no thanks.
We saw a lot of wild mushroom hotpot too. It’s on our list for later. We also passed through the Jinma and Biji gates, where I played with reflections in puddles. I *love* doing that 🙂
At the end of the day, we headed to a temple advertised as open 24/7 on Amap. Of course, when we got there, it was closed. We’ll go back tomorrow. That was the first of many disappointments with Amap this trip—I hadn’t had that issue on previous visits.
We were exhausted after that sleepless flight. Night was falling, and we decided to grab a quick bite without much appetite. We shared a delicious vegetable fried rice for 12 yuan—we even left half of it. The portions are *huge*.
After a couple of small purchases, we headed back at 9 PM, wiped out, after walking 17 km between the airports and these first steps in Kunming. I expected to see quite a few Western travelers here, but we didn’t spot a single one. Instead, we met lots of curious Chinese people, many of them super friendly and helpful—almost *too* eager, like when they’d run to serve us as fast as possible. It’s a bit much, but it’s great to be back!
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...
Alright, this year, we're heading back to South America!
The initial plan was to retrace the route we imagined in the summer of 2020: a trip to northern Argentina starting from Córdoba.
Unfortunately, the flight to Córdoba no longer exists, and airfares to Javier Milei’s country are both outrageously priced and involve multiple layovers.
So, I tweaked Google Flights every which way and finally found a flight within my budget—departing from Clermont-Ferrand!
Not to Argentina, though...
Our transatlantic flight will cross the snow-capped Andes, landing in Santiago, Chile, with a return from Lima!
In between, two domestic flights and a big road trip loop starting from the coastal city of Arica to explore the treasures of northern Chile.
Our mode of transport: a pseudo 4x4 that won’t take us through sand dunes or devilish tracks but will let us tackle the entire secondary network, including unpaved main roads, while still being insured.
Is the suitcase packed with all-season clothes?
Are the driver’s license and passport ready?
Bank cards and a few euros too?
Off we go for just over 3 weeks of southern wanderings!
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To keep all my esteemed readers on track, here are a few maps outlining the Arica-Arica loop!
1- From Arica to San Pedro de Atacama via Pica and the Salar de Huasco
2- Around San Pedro
3- From San Pedro to Cariquima
4- From Cariquima to Putre
5 - From Putre to Arica
Gas stations in this part of Chile are located in Arica, Iquique, Pozo Almonte, Pica, Calama, and San Pedro de Atacama.
Traveling with just one spare pair of underwear, considering a hot shower a miracle, never staying in the same place too long by sleeping wherever night catches us, taking whatever local, improbable, and rickety transport we can find—this is the DNA of us wanderers. Except this time, the script for our movie is going to be a whole different genre. On paper, the destination doesn’t exactly scream epic adventure: Réunion! And what’s more... we won’t be two, or four, or even ten. We’ll be a solid thirty. All from the same family. Yes, thirty. At this point, it’s not just a trip—it’s a summer camp on the move! Why inflict this on such a peaceful island? Because my brother decided to get married there with his lovely bride. A great idea, you might say... especially when it involves relocating the equivalent of a small Ardennes village 10,000 kilometers from home for three weeks! So who’s stepping up to be the guide and wave the little flag?
So, for an exceptional trip, exceptional stories! Don’t worry, the debates at the supermarket over whether to choose plain chips or roast chicken chips, the beach picnics washed down with ti’ punch, and other rougail sausages to digest by the pool will only make it into the family archives. Here, I’ll stick to the tales of our beautiful escapes, the ones where we explore the wild corners of this little volcanic rock planted in the middle of the Indian Ocean. So where exactly are we headed?
For the first week—the subject of this first installment—we’re taking it easy. We’ll start by rediscovering the coastline, from the Souffleur in Saint-Leu to the Hermitage lagoon, before a little trip to the Cirque de Cilaos and its legendary road with 400 turns, just to get our legs warmed up.
"How about a Christmas market this year, huh? A little romantic weekend getaway...
- Yes! That’d be cool! Strasbourg? Colmar?
- Feels a bit déjà vu, doesn’t it? Plus, slim chance of snow there... And I’d love something a bit more exotic with a touch of originality..."
"Okay, Google, give me the list of the five most beautiful Christmas markets in Europe.
- In fifth place, the Christmas market in Vilnius, the capital of Lithuania.
- Save your breath! Lithuania, here we come!"
We wanted cold, and cold is exactly what we got the moment we set foot in this new, unknown land. As for landscapes, forests and lakes stretch as far as the eye can see across this vast plain, its vegetation scorched by the frost of a winter that’s clearly already well underway here.
Lakes, in fact, set the scene for our first visit to Trakai Castle, whose brick-red towers and walls rise proudly against the azure sky of our first day. Lakes, because this castle was built on an island and is only accessible on foot via a series of walkways spanning half-frozen lake offshoots. I couldn’t have picked a better spot to build my castle! Translation: We’re totally sold! Proof is we spend two hours hiking around the area, alternating between forests, reeds, and cozy houses tastefully decorated for Christmas.
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.
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 three years at most in Thailand, and I’m not a big expert on the country.
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 piece together a puzzle, mainly for those who want to get an idea of the country here and for those who miss 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 guards 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 property, be careful at night, and be careful when they’re in packs.
It sometimes crosses our minds that Thailand isn’t really 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, are 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 broken for years.
You’ll often see dogs sleeping on the side of the road, sometimes right on the road. When you arrive, they move aside nonchalantly—or not at all. It’s less funny when they suddenly appear from thick vegetation, which reminds 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. Seeing a small pack roaming freely in the countryside, you might think it’s best not to cross paths with them at the edge of a field.
A darker side of this is that euthanasia isn’t often practiced. Twice, we saw dogs at temples on the brink of death, enduring terrible suffering. No one did anything about it. The image (and the smell) of one of them, dying and emitting 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 well-fed animal quickly became a happy, 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 in them 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 a gimmick—it’s just that 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.
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!
If I close my eyes and think of the Sultanate of Oman, I first smell a light scent of incense, feel the warmth of a sunbeam on my skin, before sand slips through my fingers. I taste the sweetness of a date, a real candy, then the flavor of coffee with a hint of cardamom and rosewater... I hear the desert wind whistling in my ears, the distant call of a muezzin, then the murmur of water. I open my eyes to see smiles, welcoming gestures, a turquoise sea, rocks ranging from ochre to purple, deep wadis where torrents burst forth, orange dunes, white sandy beaches where tiny crabs scurry at full speed. I see incredible oases emerging between arid mountains. I see abandoned villages that I’d dream were full of life, imposing fortresses overlooking valleys, and lively souks where offers are delicate and negotiation is a mutual courtesy.
All that, and so much more.
This is what I tried to capture in my illustrated travel journal, which I’ll fill in here and there with photos.
I drew this journal “cold,” after my return (actually, I made it this summer, while our trip was last winter). It’s a pretty special format—I bought it in Japan without really knowing what I’d do with it. Well, it found its purpose! Below is a photo of this accordion-style journal: here, it’s only partially open, because when fully unfolded, it’s 5 meters long!
For drawing enthusiasts: The accordion format is both a constraint (each sheet is 9 cm x 27 cm) and a freedom (you can create a fresco). The paper is also a bit special: it doesn’t allow for fine lines, but it takes ink well (liner pen). However, everything has to be done almost in one go (with a very light pencil sketch) because it erases poorly. It absorbs too much water for coloring with markers or watercolors (unless you avoid soaking it), but it works well with oil pastels and their use with a brush and solvent. Since it’s yellowish, it allowed me to create contrasts even with white pastel.
On the right, the "welcome marker"—those dates offered everywhere as a sign of hospitality. On the left, a tribute to those stunning doors worn by time, admired all over the old quarters, including the abandoned ones.
Oman is one of the world’s largest producers of frankincense resin. Incense burners are everywhere, from the simplest clay ones to the most precious handcrafted silver ones...
Hospitality will often lead you to accept a small coffee, an "Omani coffee," very light, subtly flavored with cardamom, maybe a touch of saffron, and occasionally rosewater.
Here, I’ve depicted a man in the common everyday attire of Omanis: the dishdasha, mostly white (during the week and daytime; colors are more common in the evening or on Fridays and Saturdays). While you’ll see some men dressed in Western clothes, they’re very few. The white dishdasha is truly the shared attire of all men. The dishdasha, which has no hood, is distinguished by a small pom-pom attached to the collar, the furakha, which is soaked in perfume. And believe me, Omanis go overboard with it! "It smells like the pom-pom" is an expression that’s now part of our shared language, my husband and I.
Another must of men’s attire is the kuma, a small round head covering, usually white with brightly colored patterns. The keffiyeh is also worn (but without the cord called an agal in Arab countries), and it’s mostly worn by those with roots in the desert, from what I understood.
And what about the women, you might ask? Some are veiled, some in full black (but not a burka—more like a chador + abaya), due to the influence of Saudi Arabia and the United Arab Emirates, whereas the traditional outfit used to be a layering of very colorful dresses. Most of the women we saw wore neutral clothing, a plain veil over their hair, but with their faces uncovered. We also saw many saris and colorful veils—don’t forget that 40% of the population consists of Indian, Nepalese, and Bangladeshi immigrants, who work a lot in tourism, hospitality, restaurants, services, and construction.
Just to clarify, as a tourist, there’s no pressure to wear a veil, and never any disapproving looks. Of course, you’ll save the mini shorts, plunging necklines, bare shoulders, and midriffs for the hotel terrace—but I’d say that’s the same for men and women, and with the sun being strong, it’s better for your skin too.
Here’s the introduction! In the next post, I’ll tell you about my itinerary, and we can dive in!
My buddy Christian and I (Patrick) are off for 28 days in Argentina in March.
We’ve already shared several trips as a duo (Bolivia Peru, Namibia, Laos, Costa Rica).
Since we’re starting from the idea that at our age (65) we won’t be coming back here—there are just too many other corners of the world to discover—we did the "grand tour" of Argentina, with 6 domestic flights to make the most of our 28 days.
Here are our stops:
1) Departure from Brussels to Buenos Aires via Madrid
2) Arrival and first contact with Buenos Aires
3) Early morning flight to Ushuaia. Boat trip on the Beagle Channel
4) Ushuaia: hikes in Tierra del Fuego National Park
5) Ushuaia: last hike and flight to El Calafate
6) El Calafate to El Chaltén by bus. First hike
7) El Chaltén: hike
8) El Chaltén: hike
9) El Chaltén: hike and bus back to El Calafate
10) El Calafate: Perito Moreno Glacier
11) Flight to Bariloche. Car rental and surrounding areas
12) Seven Lakes Region
13) Nahuel Huapi National Park region
14) Flight to Salta. Car rental
15) To Tilcara
16) To Humahuaca
17) To Purmamarca
18) To Jujuy via the salt flats
19) To Cafayate
20) Around Cafayate
21) To Cachi
22) Back to Salta
23) Flight to Iguazu
24) Waterfalls on the Argentine side
25) Waterfalls on the Brazilian side and flight to Buenos Aires
26) Buenos Aires
27) Return flight
28) Morning arrival
Happy reading!..
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.
The latest travel journal about Turkmenistan dates back to 2019. Here’s a quick update on this vast desert country, which is now a bit easier to visit than before.
This is my first travel journal. If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask. The country is slowly opening up, but it’s still possible to visit sites where you’ll be completely alone. In five days, I saw two Hongkongers, a few Germans, and a Chilean at the crater, ten Chinese people in a capital bazaar, and that’s it!
It’s possible to visit Turkmenistan from Uzbekistan. The easiest and most economical way is to take a taxi to the border from Bukhara. The trip takes a little over an hour.
Crossing the border takes quite a while because many Turkmen bring back items bought in Uzbekistan to resell in Turkmenistan. For example, diapers, baby products, or beauty products.
It took me over 2.5 hours to cross the border. To visit Turkmenistan, it’s mandatory to have a guide and go through a travel agency. British agencies often offer three-, five-, or seven-day trips for over 1,500 or 2,000 €.
But if your budget is more limited, you can contact a few Turkmen agencies directly by email, and they’ll make you an offer between 700 and 1,300 € for three to seven days. I took a five-day trip from Turkmenabat in the northeast of the country to Dashoguz in the north. The goal was to visit the main UNESCO-listed sites, including Merv, and archaeological sites like Nisa or Gonur Tepe.
Your guide will also be your driver. They’ll pick you up at the border. The formalities are very long because customs officers have to stamp multiple documents, and obtaining the visa you previously requested from your travel agency requires several checks. But the process goes relatively smoothly, even if each step takes a while.
Once on the other side, the first surprise is the brand-new highway all the way to Turkmenabat. A very long line of trucks stretches for several kilometers on the Turkmen side to cross the border into Uzbekistan. According to my guide, Turkmen trucks transport gas and cotton (though not this season, since the harvest is in September), but they mainly fill up their tanks because fuel is much cheaper in Turkmenistan. A full tank for a car costs about 3 €, which is unbeatable.
From the Farap border post, the goal is to reach the city of Mary, which is home to the UNESCO-listed site of Merv in its suburbs, about thirty kilometers away. This city is known as a foundation by Alexander the Great in the 4th century BC under the name Alexandria of Margiana. Several fortresses are visible.
After more than three hours on the road, we have lunch at a Turkish restaurant called Aladdin. Several quotes from the president are visible along the highway, but the road is in good condition, and we move along easily. This will be by far the best road in the country—things will get much worse later.
Roundabouts are particularly interesting because they feature emblems of Turkmen culture, like the dog, a carpet, the Ahal Teke horse, or Muslim symbols, even though the presence of Islamic artifacts is quite limited.
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!!!
This time, I landed in Monastir on a direct flight from Nice, again with Tunisair. We left about ten minutes late, and the flight lasted around 1 hour 30 minutes. A meal was served on board (cucumber salad with Edam-like cheese, carrots, and two small portions of dishes I couldn’t identify—semolina with peppers, olives, and parsley, two small rolls, a square of processed cheese, and a chocolate cake). It’s worth noting because it’s not common on flights this short.
In February, France and Tunisia were in the same time zone, but now Tunisia is one hour behind. This time difference and the flight duration work perfectly for a short 15-day trip since it takes me a few days to adjust to jet lag.
Luckily, I’d asked my hotel about the taxi fare from the airport because the drivers (there were several around me) didn’t hesitate to quote outrageous prices. The actual fare is 20 dinars, but one asked for 120 dinars. I refused, and another offered 60 dinars. I replied, "That’s too expensive—I’ll take the metro!" (Having tried the Tunis metro, I had no desire to repeat the experience in Monastir with a suitcase!). I started walking toward the metro, and one of the drivers caught up with me, saying, "20 dinars is fine!" I’ll skip the details, but the negotiation took a little while.
When I arrived at the hotel, I told the receptionist someone had asked for 120 dinars. He put his hands to his head and said, "They’re awful!" He remembered our phone call two days earlier when I’d booked (he’s the one who told me I could take the metro).
The Mezri Hotel isn’t expensive. I got a sea-view room for 75 dinars (22 €). (I’d booked a balcony room for 90 dinars but wouldn’t have had time to enjoy it.) It’s well-located but noisy because there’s no double glazing.
The receptionist is a very kind older gentleman. He called a friend whose wife is from Tozeur to find out if I should take a bus or a *louage* tomorrow and what time.
I arrived at the hotel around 7:00 PM and had time to stroll along the corniche to the ribat. Despite some run-down buildings, the seaside seemed livelier and cheerier than Sousse’s.
Monastir is the hometown of former president Bourguiba. I passed his mausoleum by taxi. There are Tunisian flags along the avenue by the sea because every year on April 6—the anniversary of Habib Bourguiba’s death—the president of the Republic visits the Bourguiba Mausoleum in Monastir to pay respects.
The taxi driver mentioned other Tunisian presidents. He complained about rising prices and insecurity, blaming President Kaïs Saïed (I’d already heard that security was better under Ben Ali).
At the end of my stay, I’ll take time to explore Monastir, but tomorrow morning, I’m off to Tozeur—a long bus ride awaits me.
Here we go!!!
I left home at 4 AM on October 31st and headed to Barcelona. Driving through Barcelona on the ring road stresses me out a bit, but at 6 AM the traffic is smooth, and I arrive at the airport without any issues. I call the valet, who quickly comes to pick up my car. He takes photos of it from all angles before letting me go.
Baggage check-in hasn’t started yet, and there are already several of us waiting.
Once free, everything happens very quickly. The flight to Abu Dhabi is on time and goes smoothly. I’ve never had any problems with this airline, which I’ve been using for several years.
The flight to Bangkok arrives at 7 AM as scheduled. This is my first time in Thailand and Bangkok. I’m used to traveling in India, and I notice that everything here is well organized—the customs process is quick, and the luggage is already on the carousel.
I booked a taxi on Booking. All I have to do is find the right exit and door based on the agency’s instructions. A large sign with the names of people who booked is posted on a wall. A hostess greets me and calls the taxi, which arrives 5 minutes later. I booked one night at the Lost Inn BKK hotel in the Phra Nakhon district, and we arrive at 9 AM. The welcome isn’t warm, and I have to wait until noon, sitting on a chair, before I can check into my room. I’m exhausted, and sleeping sitting up isn’t ideal. Noon finally arrives—the room is small but clean, which is fine for one night. I quickly take a shower to wake up because I plan to spend the afternoon visiting the Grand Palace. First, I need to exchange some money, and the banks are all close together on the same street, which is very convenient. When I enter one, a hostess gives me a ticket and invites me to sit down. There are about twenty counters, and I wait quietly until my number is called. The exchange is quick, so I can head out to find the Royal Palace. It’s actually very easy, and the walk is pleasant.
Entry to the Royal Palace (500 baht).
It’s magnificent and grand, and there are quite a few of us visiting. The sky is gray, it’s very humid, and a shower interrupts the visit. It’s a vast complex of temples and palaces. The buildings are colorful and sparkling, with a great sense of serenity (without the tourists, of course). I quietly enjoy the place and try to take photos without tourists, which isn’t easy.
Very close to the Grand Palace is Wat Pho, one of the oldest Buddhist temples in the capital.
It’s very famous for its 46-meter-long reclining Buddha statue.
Walking around the temple, you can see different representations of Buddha, all covered in gold leaf.
Inside the temple, on one side, monks recite their prayers, while the other side is reserved for tourists who come to meditate in silence.
Before returning to the hotel, I have dinner at an Indian restaurant. I go to bed early because tomorrow’s wake-up call will be very early again.
Saturday, November 2nd
Wake-up at 4 AM, departure from the hotel at 4:30 AM. The taxi I booked via Booking is waiting for me and takes me to the airport. The trip is fairly quick—he takes small roads, and at this hour, there’s no traffic.
The flight to Phnom Penh is on time. Before boarding, I realize I left my fleece jacket on the carousel, but it’s too late to go back for it.
The flight goes well, and customs is quick.
At the exit, I take a tuk-tuk to Julieka’s GH near the museum. The welcome is friendly. I won’t be able to check into my room until noon, so I take the opportunity to exchange some euros on the market street. The street is lined with restaurants, and I’ll have my first meal there.
The museum is right across the street, so I don’t waste any time visiting it.
The representations of Hindu deities are very different from those in India, and I don’t recognize them. Many beautiful Buddhas are on display.
The museum is very pleasant, and there aren’t too many people, which is a plus.
At the exit, I return to the GH, settle into my room—which is decent and clean.
The Royal Palace is 1 km away. I walk along a garden, and at the end of the street is the Tonlé Sap, but I turn right. I arrive at a large esplanade and see the buildings with tiered roofs and glazed tiles. The entrance to the palace is a little further away.
At the entrance, I notice there isn’t the same crowd as at the one in BKK.
Khmer architecture is magnificent. The complex consists of gardens, palaces, pagodas with golden roofs, and slender spires.
The Silver Pagoda houses the small Emerald Buddha, which is actually made of jade. The silver flooring is covered with carpets. Photos are not allowed.
The walls surrounding the pagoda are covered with frescoes depicting scenes from the Ramayana.
My partner and I traveled from Sunday, July 5, 2026, to Wednesday, July 22, 2026.
We spent a long time debating whether to rent a car or use public transportation. In the end, after reading so many posts about travelers getting scammed by police or rental companies—even those recommended by blogs and reviews—we decided to stick with public transport. It worked out really well. Sure, we had a little less freedom to go where we wanted, but it was way less stressful for us.
Sunday, July 5:
Arrived at Cancun Airport. Withdrew cash from the ATM in the terminal just before exiting. The ADO bus counter (they pronounce it "A-Jee-O") is right behind you when you're facing the ATM. Bus to downtown Cancun cost 145 pesos per person.
Stayed at "Rose 5," booked on Booking. The studio was super clean and perfect for one night. The owner’s instructions for accessing the place were very precise, with photos included. Check-in was self-service with a code. The ADO bus terminal isn’t far, and there are shops and restaurants nearby. We really appreciated that the AC was already on when we arrived. By the way, I’d recommend always booking places with AC—it’s *really* hot in Mexico.
Monday, July 6:
Bought a SIM card with data from a TELCEL store. My partner, who’s on Free Mobile, was able to use her regular plan. Just so you know, I found the network pretty unstable. As soon as we left the cities, neither of us—me with TELCEL or her with Free—had any signal.
Another thing to watch out for: roaming charges. I had to turn my SIM back on for less than 30 seconds to get a bank SMS code, and my phone apparently connected to the internet—resulting in an 8-euro roaming fee.
Left on an ADO bus to Chiquila for 278 pesos per person. During our trip, ADO buses were always on time, comfortable, and clean. The AC is *cranked* though, so bring something to cover up with—it gets cold. Some routes were fully booked even in the low season, so try to reserve 1 or 2 days in advance either via the app (when it works) or at the counter.
When we arrived at the ADO terminal in Chiquila, the ferry company counters were right next to it. Ferries leave every 30 minutes, alternating between companies, so no need to book ahead. Just take whichever one is leaving next (330 pesos per person).
When we got to Holbox (pronounced "Hol-bosh"), we’d booked a place via Booking called "Casa de Nana." It was a huge studio with a fridge, cooking plate, and utensils. The best part? The *location*. It was 100 meters from the beach and 200 meters from a Chedraui supermarket. They provided bath towels and beach towels, and the AC worked perfectly. There’s a key box so you can leave your keys inside when you go out. The only downside was that no one was there to let us in when we arrived, so we had to wait a while. The Wi-Fi was good, which was lucky because during our 4-day stay in Holbox, the phone network *never* worked. According to locals, that’s pretty common in Holbox, along with water outages.
Luckily, I’d had the good idea to download an offline map, which helped us find our way back to the place more easily. You can walk there from the dock.
The restaurant next to our place (La Barracuda) was great if you like seafood—I’d recommend their octopus dishes.
Tuesday, July 7:
We did a kayak tour in Holbox’s mangroves at 6 AM. We were looking for a sunrise kayak tour with a French-speaking guide. That’s exactly what we got with "Kayaking Holbox," where Diego, the owner, speaks English and French. He was joined by Gustavo, another guide.
We’d booked for a group tour, but we were the only ones. Diego still went ahead with it instead of canceling due to lack of participants, so we got a private tour at the group rate—really professional of him. They showed us this amazing ecosystem for over 3 hours. We saw all kinds of birds: pink flamingos, pelicans, egrets, frigatebirds... rays, a horseshoe crab, and a little crocodile that was *so* well hidden. Diego and Gustavo have a real eye for spotting animals—I could’ve passed by the crocodile 100 times and never seen it, it blended in so well. Their explanations about the flora and fauna were super interesting. We also got a little break where we tasted mangoes and bananas that taste *nothing* like the ones in France. A real treat—those little Mexican yellow mangoes! I’d definitely recommend Diego and his agency for a French-language kayak tour (1000 pesos per person).
In the evening, we walked to Punta Coco to see the bioluminescence. No need for a guided tour—if you really don’t want to walk, you can take a taxi. At Punta Coco, you have to pass the beach bar/restaurant and then go left into a kind of inlet that forms a lagoon. You have to wiggle your feet or move your hands in the water to create movement, which makes the light appear. Just don’t expect the kind of photos you’ve seen online—they’re all edited! It’s fun to see, but you won’t be dazzled by the light...
Wednesday, July 8:
Whale shark tour with "My Holbox Tours." Why recommend this agency over others for swimming with whale sharks? Simply because Valérie surrounds herself with top professionals to make your experience unforgettable. We were with Captain Fernando, who does everything to position the boat perfectly and make your swim easier. In the water, we were with Humberto, who also goes above and beyond to make sure you have an incredible time. He doesn’t just "supervise" like some guides from other companies who leave you on your own. No, Humberto reads the whale shark’s trajectory and guides you—all you have to do is follow him. He really puts in the effort, even holding your hand to guide you through this quick but intense encounter. Humberto also films the moment and will offer to show you the videos and sell them to you. His footage is really high quality.
Fernando and Humberto also prepared food for us. Special mention for their guacamole! Valérie is there to make sure everything goes smoothly on the boat and to answer your questions in French, English, or Spanish about these animals. If you choose My Holbox Tours, you can be sure you’ll get a top-notch experience.
About the tour itself: before you go, you should know that the sharks can be *really* far away. The day we went, it took 3.5 hours by boat to reach them. The boats are small, and let me tell you—on the way there, when we weren’t going with the waves, it was *rough*. Out of 9 passengers, 4 got seasick. But once you’re face-to-face with the shark, you forget all about that. Even if swimming with a whale shark isn’t exactly a walk in the park—they swim pretty fast, so you need some endurance to keep up. You’ll usually get 2 turns. Our first swim lasted a little over 4 minutes, and the second about 2 minutes because the shark was moving fast and we were still tired from the first swim. It might seem short, but when you’re swimming, it feels *long*. Either way, it’s an experience you *have* to do—but choose your company wisely. On the way back, there’s a stop at Cabo Catoche. Honestly, the snorkeling is pretty disappointing if you’ve done it elsewhere in the world. But the lunch stop at Cabo Catoche is really nice for relaxing (white sand and hammocks).
Thursday, July 9:
Short morning walk to Punta Mosquito at 6 AM. Really nice.
Ferry to Chiquila (330 pesos per person) + ADO bus to Valladolid (300 pesos per person).
In Valladolid, we booked "Casa Lucia" via Booking. The hotel is gorgeous, with a colonial style, and very close to the ADO bus terminal and downtown. It’s super quiet and clean. There’s a shared kitchen you can use with a fridge, microwave, and water dispenser, plus a big table by the pool and a nice indoor terrace. Breakfast was simple but included. The only small downsides were the tiny room and bathroom, no mirror in the room, and a noisy fan.
Friday, July 10:
Not far from the ADO bus terminal is the colectivo station for Chichen Itza. They offer a round-trip to Chichen Itza with an option to stop at Ik Kil cenote on the way back and then drop you off in Valladolid for 370 pesos per person (Ik Kil entrance included).
For the Chichen Itza visit, we’d booked a tour with a guide often mentioned in groups—his name is Juan Pat. He’s a Maya who lives near the site and speaks excellent French. He reserves spots in advance for you and queues up to be the first on-site. It cost 500 pesos per person + entrance fees. His tour lasts 2 hours and focuses mainly on the main pyramid and the ball court. He’s passionate and fascinating, even if some of his claims, as a Maya, might be a little biased. I think it’s *really* important to have a guide—otherwise, you’ll miss so much. You can contact Juan Pat on WhatsApp at +52 985 121 2381.
Afterward, we went to Ik Kil cenote (showers and life jackets mandatory, lockers available). It’s *very* crowded, but still really beautiful with its lush vegetation.
Saturday, July 11:
Since we didn’t have a car but still wanted to visit other cenotes that seemed hard to reach by public transport, we decided to book a taxi for the day. We agreed on 1200 pesos to take us to 3 different cenotes and wait for us at each one. (To find taxis, just look where they park near the ADO bus station.)
He picked us up at Zaci cenote, which we’d walked to. We got there at opening time and were the first ones there—had the place to ourselves for a while! 150 pesos per person. A pretty cenote in the city center with lush vegetation. It’s a bit like Ik Kil but without the deep cylindrical effect.
Cenote Xcanahaltun: the most beautiful cenote we visited. Entry 250 pesos per person. It’s a closed cenote with a hole that lets light in—a cave-like setting. You can kayak inside. There are little fish at the edge that nibble dead skin off your feet. Since it’s closed, the water is *freezing*!
Cenote Palomitas: entry 250 pesos per person. Another stunning closed cenote, even more enclosed than Xcanahaltun. The hole in the ceiling is smaller, so it was pretty dark when we arrived—kind of an eerie vibe. But when the staff turned on the lights, it looked like a "Gothic cathedral" full of bright stalactites.
Cenote Sac Aua: entry 290 pesos per person. The ticket includes a guided cave tour (tip-based). This cenote is really unique with its central island and way less crowded than Suytun. Just so you know, the water is *really* cold in cenotes. In these three, in July, we had the place to ourselves for a while and never saw more than 2 families at once—so peaceful!
Sunday, July 12:
ADO bus to Bacalar (536 pesos per person).
In Bacalar, we stayed via Airbnb with a host named Luli, who offers several rooms with shared bathroom and kitchen.
The room is nicely decorated in a pleasant setting. It’s ideally located near the lagoon and downtown. The shared kitchen is handy. The mosquito net over the bed is useful because there are *a lot* of mosquitoes in Bacalar. Luli provides a water jug, which is really nice. The only big downside is the lack of water pressure in the shower—we had to rinse off by filling a bucket. Also, there’s no real door separating the room from the bathroom. We never met Luli in person, but she was very responsive via messages. The terrace in the middle of the vegetation is lovely.
From the ADO terminal to the place, we took a taxi for 40 pesos. Since this driver was honest about the price (we’d checked beforehand), we decided to use him every time we needed a taxi in Bacalar. Here’s his WhatsApp: +52 983 184 3585.
Monday, July 13:
We did a boat tour on the lagoon with "Bacalar Francophone Activities." Since we were just the two of us, it cost 3500 pesos. If we’d managed to be 4 people, it would’ve been 1000 pesos per person.
We had a private 4-hour tour on the lagoon with Steeve and his very comfortable boat. He’s from Quebec, so his French is perfect. During those 4 hours, Steeve showed us the lagoon’s iconic spots *and* places other boats don’t go. He told us about the lagoon’s history and gave great tips on where to go and where to eat. As a little bonus, he gave us a video taken with his drone during our swimming break.
Tuesday, July 14:
We went to Los Rapidos by taxi (400 pesos round trip) and entry was 225 pesos per person. It’s *very* touristy but really beautiful. You can eat there (expensive), relax, and go down the "rapids" as many times as you want. It’s worth it if you spend a few hours there. You can’t bring in food or drinks—you leave them at the entrance and pick them up on the way out.
Wednesday, July 15:
On Wednesdays, navigation is banned on Bacalar Lagoon, so we’d planned another excursion.
Visit to Calakmul from Bacalar with ABCtours (WhatsApp +52 983 319 8359).
This agency organized a trip from Bacalar to Calakmul with a French-speaking guide. Communication beforehand via WhatsApp was smooth. Mr. Checo, the driver, and Fernando, the guide (who spoke great French), picked us up on the day. Mr. Checo drove very carefully on the long road and always made sure we were comfortable. Fernando is passionate about flora and fauna—he’s a biologist with a degree in ornithology, so he knows *everything* about animals. The slightest sound or song, and he knows what it is. He’s got an eye for spotting them, from the biggest to the smallest.
During the trip, we stopped at km 27 for a short forest walk, then went to see the two main pyramids on the site. On the way back, we stopped at the bat cave for the magical spectacle of millions of bats flying out at dusk. In the end, we saw or glimpsed (some briefly) spider monkeys, howler monkeys, a toucan, 2 tapirs, turkeys, 2 deer, and lots of birds. If, like us, you’re more into flora and fauna than archaeology, I’d *highly* recommend this agency and tour with Fernando.
It’s not cheap, but the road between Bacalar and the site is *long* (3.5 hours). Price: 3900 pesos per person for 2 (3500 for 3, 3200 for 4).
Thursday, July 16:
ADO bus to Playa del Carmen (614 pesos per person).
In Playa del Carmen, we stayed in an Airbnb. The building is on the town hall square, next to the casino.
The best thing about this place is the *location*—super close to Fifth Avenue (La Quinta). The kitchen is pretty basic, but the fridge works well. There are supermarkets nearby. The rooftop pool is really nice. The two big downsides, though, are the soundproofing (you can *hear* the neighbor’s alarm and all the events on the square) and the *total* lack of water pressure in the shower. We had to fill a trash can with water to pour over ourselves. When we told the owner, he said it wasn’t normal and someone would come fix it, but we never heard back. Based on previous reviews, this seems to be a known issue that never gets resolved.
Playa del Carmen is *very* touristy on Fifth Avenue, but in a fun, musical vibe—we never felt unsafe. There are *tons* of little souvenir shops for tourists on this street. There’s a beautiful monumental sculpture on the beach (the two figures meeting in the air), next to which you can see the Voladores show (men climbing a pole, tying themselves with ropes, and descending headfirst while "flying" around the pole). The show is tip-based and happens several times a day. In our opinion, Calle 38 is prettier than Fifth Avenue—it’s lush, green, and quieter, with the sea at the end. Great for an early evening stroll. We had really good meals at great prices at "El Tio Noy" tacos, just a few meters from Fifth Avenue in a side street.
For souvenirs, we’d recommend going to Walmart instead of Fifth Avenue—you’ll find skulls, tequila, mezcal, keychains, mugs, glasses... at good, fixed prices.
Friday, July 17:
We did the excursion to Isla Contoy. Isla Contoy is an uninhabited, highly protected island. Only 200 people are allowed to land per day on a rotating basis, so only a few companies have permission to dock there. Most agencies subcontract the day to a third-party company.
We booked through VRM (Viviendo Riviera Maya), but it was Ocean Tours Mexico that handled the tour. Contoy is a little paradise. We were accompanied by multilingual guides, including French speakers, throughout the day. Steffy gave us info about the island during a short walk on the marked trails, and Leño Tlatemoa kept the mood up on the boat rides with music and dancing. Isla Contoy is *truly* stunning, and the lunch was delicious: grilled fish and chicken, guacamole and tortilla chips, rice, fruit, drinks (everything is brought and taken back by the guides). The snorkeling part was pretty disappointing if you’ve done it in Cozumel, though. The stop at Isla Mujeres isn’t very interesting either—it’s too short to explore, and the island is *extremely* touristy. Still, the excursion was very well organized, and we had a great day (2970 pesos per person).
Saturday, July 18:
We wanted to go snorkeling in Cozumel but thought the prices from French-speaking agencies were too high. Plus, for snorkeling, we figured we didn’t *need* a French-speaking guide.
So we found a much cheaper solution by taking the ferry from Playa del Carmen ourselves and choosing an agency in Playa. The round-trip ferry cost 663.50 pesos per person. Then we took a taxi to the snorkeling boat (100 pesos). The agency we chose is called Mystic Snorkel—they don’t have a physical office. The tour cost 1400 pesos per person. It was a small boat, but that day we were the only ones, so we got a private tour at the group rate. We stopped at 4 different sites, all very different and beautiful. We saw all kinds of fish, corals, a nurse shark, and turtles. El Cielo, with its huge starfish, is *exceptional*. If you’re going snorkeling in the Yucatan Peninsula, this is *the* tour to do—the other sites are pretty "poor" in comparison.
Sunday, July 19:
Morning dive with Triton Diving. I chose the Cozumel dive option. Great experience.
Booking via WhatsApp was easy. On the day of the dive, Selene, who speaks French, was our guide. She’s *very* attentive to the group’s safety. The briefings are clear and precise. In Cozumel, we did 2 very different sites: the first was a drift dive with lots of life—beautiful corals and fish. The second was a wreck, the C53, a 56-meter boat you can enter. Not much marine life, but a beautiful wreck intentionally sunk for divers—still in great condition. An unforgettable moment. Selene even took videos during the dive, which the club sends you for free afterward. I’d *highly* recommend this club.
Just so you know, in Playa del Carmen, the beaches were full of sargassum during our stay, despite barriers and daily cleanup. Locals told us the problem is getting worse and the sargassum is arriving earlier in the season. Tourism has taken a *big* hit this summer, and they’re wondering if tourism can even survive the sargassum season anymore. A lot of tourists are heading to the islands—Isla Mujeres and Cozumel—to enjoy the beaches, as the west side of those islands is sargassum-free.
Monday, July 20:
Colectivo to Puerto Morelos. First, a colectivo toward Cancun that drops you off between Puerto Morelos town and Puerto Morelos beach (40 pesos per person), then another from that junction to the beach (10 pesos per person).
In Puerto Morelos, we’d booked a room via Airbnb at "Piedra del Caribe." *Best* place we stayed in Mexico. It’s an aparthotel. Our room was ready before check-in, so they let us in early. The place matched the description—spacious, with a comfortable king-size bed. The shower had *great* pressure, which isn’t a given in Mexico. The staff was super friendly and welcoming. They let us use the pool, restrooms, and rooftop shower after check-out while we waited for our ride to Cancun Airport. They even kept our luggage. I *highly* recommend this place.
In Puerto Morelos, there was *way* less sargassum than in Playa del Carmen—it was actually swimmable.
We did the snorkeling tour with the fishermen’s cooperative for 450 pesos per person for 2 hours. The reef is close to the beach (you’re not allowed to swim there), so the boat ride is short. It’s not as pretty as Cozumel, but it’s nice and affordable. On Puerto Morelos’s page, you can also access a small, not-very-well-preserved reef. There’s also a cenote in the sea where fresh water mixes with saltwater—the water is murky there. We had a great dinner and excellent cocktails at "La Choza del Puerto."
Tuesday, July 21:
Wandered around Puerto Morelos (check out the church and read everything—it’s entertaining!), relaxed by the hotel pool, and left for Cancun Airport by taxi (400 pesos) booked via InDrive to head back to France.
Our highlights:
- Holbox
- The whale shark tour
- The cenotes
- The local flora and fauna (so present!)
- Isla Contoy
- Cabo Catoche (except for the snorkeling)
What we liked least:
- The bioluminescence (barely visible despite good conditions)
- The food—we found it not very diverse in taquerias
- The constant tipping
- The lack of water pressure in showers (fixed, wall-mounted, no hose or showerhead)
Don’t hesitate to ask if you have any questions while it’s still fresh in our minds.
Here we go—finally, the big day has arrived! A trip the whole family (my two kids, my husband, and me) had been looking forward to for so long.
To keep it short, we left from Nice, arrived in Namibia on June 25, 2025, and left again on the 21st—four weeks later.
We used an agency for all the camping reservations, activities, and the car rental. At least that side of things was taken care of. Michaël was our contact throughout the planning and the trip itself.
We spent our first night at Londiningi BB. A bit out of the city center but very quiet. The rooms were spacious and clean, and we could eat on-site that evening. Perfect for recovering from the flight.
This travel journal is our second on VoyageForum, following last year’s where we recounted our four weeks in Vietnam.
The goal remains the same: since some members on this site share tips, experiences, and great deals that help us prepare for our trips, we do the same after returning—both to give back a little and in the hope that our experiences might be useful to others in some way.
Our route was as follows: Bangkok, Siem Reap, Krabi, Suratthani, Koh Phangan, Koh Tao, Chumphon, Bang Saphan, Prachuab Khiri Khan, Sam Roi Yod, Hua Hin, Phetchaburi, Bangkok.
Beyond rediscovering Bangkok, our objectives were the long-held dream of seeing Angkor and exploring southern Thailand, much of which isn’t overly touristy.
A quick big thank-you to Barbot, who took the time to answer several of our questions.
12/07/2013
The cheapest flight we found earlier this year was a Paris-Bangkok route with a layover in Moscow for 1440 €, total for two people.
So, this time we tried Aeroflot. Airbus A318 for the first leg, A330 for the second. Nothing particularly annoying to report—the passengers were very calm, the cabin temperature was comfortable, and we had enough legroom.
That said, the quality of the meal trays was pretty mediocre, and the flight attendants weren’t exactly comedians.
We’d like to remind everyone that it’s best to exchange as little money as possible at the airport upon arrival, since the rate is about 5% worse than at city banks.
Of course, we made sure to take the airport exit where you can catch official taxis to avoid getting scammed. So, we queued up, a little lady gave us the ticket, and off we went with the driver.
Generally, this system works well because these drivers are registered, know their duties, and the risks they face if they break the rules. Except that day, right off the bat, we got the scammer of the day. His first move was to snatch the ticket from my wife’s hands—the one you’re supposed to keep in case of a complaint. My husband saw it, but after a full day of travel, we were a bit out of it, and honestly, there was no reason to be suspicious. But once we started driving, the guy refused to turn on the meter. We insisted more and more firmly, but nothing. So, I used the famous method of opening the door and starting to step out of the car. At 40 km/h, that scares the driver more than the passenger. He finally turned on the meter, but that didn’t calm him down—quite the opposite. For the next half-hour, he ruined the ride by demanding extra fees here and there. Having dealt with several scam attempts last year in Vietnam, this wasn’t exactly new, and we were proud of ourselves for staying pretty zen. Still, this guy was a little scary—he was completely wired and aggressive. Honestly, it was hard not to think he was on something. He’d be perfect for a *Scarface* remake. When we finally arrived at the hotel, he followed us to the entrance. We paid the two tolls (25 and 45 baht), gave him the usual 100 baht extra for the ride, and stayed polite but firm. So, meter: 245 baht + 100 baht + 25 and 45 baht for tolls—we paid the exact amount, no way we were tipping this guy. He left furious, but he was already like that before picking us up... Anyway, avoid Mr. Chartree Chidchen, number 089 826 7308, car E2663!
We were so relieved to finally settle in at Feung Nakorn Balcony hotel in the temple district. 42 € per night, great reception, all the staff is friendly. The AC works fine, the bed seemed hard at first but turned out to be comfortable. The hotel is quiet, away from the nightlife, but at this time of year, many places are less crowded than in high season. Even with a nice fish pond and outdoor breakfast area, it’s a decent hotel, though we felt we could’ve found something better.
After a night on the plane, the first afternoon is always a bit of a slog. We napped for a few hours, and when we woke up—guess what—we were starving. We visited a temple across from the hotel (nothing special) and then decided to take the Chao Phraya Express, the river shuttle that serves many piers along the river. It was a really enjoyable experience. The steel gangway wobbles when you board and disembark, the boat sits low in the water, and sometimes you get splashed. During peak times, you’re packed in like sardines, but most of all, there’s that exotic urban landscape passing by, especially the temple rooftops.
At that exact moment, the boat was packed. We didn’t see a ticket booth at the pier, and we tried in vain to pay the few baht for the ride. The cashier on the boat was too busy, and another employee we called didn’t have time to help us. Oh well, we weren’t going to force the issue. Still, this mode of transport is super practical for avoiding traffic, and at the piers, the lines with station names are clearly marked, with colors matching the flags on the boats. Combined with a map like the *Routard* guide, it’s easy to navigate.
We easily made it to the restaurant *Harmonique*, located near one of these piers. It’s a unanimous favorite on this forum, and let us tell you—it’s well-deserved. What a wonderful experience that evening! We only saw the outdoor gazebo because there was no way we were dining inside. It’s not flashy, so those looking for a luxurious setting should look elsewhere.
That night, the staff was a bit slow, and we had to track them down several times to move things along. But oh, my friends—what a feast on the plate! Start with the appetizer platter for two at 250 baht, featuring four specialties, each more tempting than the last, followed by their famous crab curry for 200 baht. There’s *so much* crab in there! The dish is so delicious and rich that when you finish, you feel—how to put it—like it was almost *too* good, to the point where you’re almost put off eating for days. And also, oh yes, we *will* be back. Their satay chicken is just as amazing, and it would be a crime not to mention their generous dessert with ice cream, warm banana, and chocolate, plus their *excellent* almond milkshake.
Later, we took a taxi to Kao San Road, mainly to book a Ko Tao-Chumphon trip for 600 baht per person at the Lomprayah counter. In hindsight, we should’ve booked all three of our trips there right away.
Kao San Road is *ultra*-touristy—better for younger crowds, but it’s still worth seeing. There’s rock ‘n’ roll, hippies, and crowds everywhere.
We walked back to the hotel, and when we got a little lost near a canal, a really nice older Thai man spontaneously appeared out of the night to kindly point us in the right direction.
Finally, a real long night of sleep ahead—we cranked up the AC. Sweet, the vacation has begun!
Hi there,
I just got back from a trip to Sri Lanka from December 18th to January 1st with 2 adults and 2 kids (12 years old).
If it helps, here’s my itinerary.
We left on December 18th from Madrid with Qatar Airways. No complaints. I booked my tickets back in March for 800 € per person. (I flew from Madrid because I live near the Spanish border and was too worried about strikes in France.)
We arrived on December 19th at 4 PM (local time). Before leaving France, I’d booked a taxi through MyTransfer for 59 € to Sigiriya. A van was waiting for us at the airport exit.
A never-ending 3-hour drive to Sigiriya. We stayed at Samana Guesthouse—very simple, clean, with a pool and an excellent Sri Lankan breakfast. Shower and straight to bed.
Friday, December 20th: Beautiful weather, but very humid and hot. We visited Lion Rock (36 € for adults) and then Pidurangala.
I loved both sites—they’re a must-do in my opinion.
Spent the late afternoon by the pool.
Saturday, December 21st: Another gorgeous day. The guesthouse manager offered us a free 2-hour tuk-tuk tour. We first visited a lake, rice fields, the temple, and the Sigiriya market, plus the usual tourist trap—the botanical garden (no pressure to buy anything at the end).
Then we took a tuk-tuk to Dambulla Temple, the Golden Buddha, and the wholesale market.
Sunday, December 22nd: Still beautiful weather. I’d booked a taxi for 8 AM. We did all the long trips by taxi to save time. I’d ask for prices from 2 or 3 WhatsApp taxi agencies 2 days or the day before—super responsive, always got replies within 5 minutes. We headed to Ella (4-hour drive) for 22,000 LKR.
Arrived in the afternoon at Rest Full Homestay—a small, family-run guesthouse. Clean, cozy, and an amazing Sri Lankan breakfast.
In the afternoon, we went to Nine Arches Bridge. It was a Sunday, a Sri Lankan holiday, so it was *packed*—mostly locals and very few white tourists! Even though it was crowded, it was cool because it was all Sri Lankans. We waited an hour for the train. It’s worth seeing, but honestly, I didn’t think it was that amazing.
Then we headed to the station to check if we needed to book tickets for the train to Haputale—turns out, no.
Monday, December 23rd: Beautiful weather. We hiked Ella Rock—a gorgeous trek. The final stretch is steep but shaded, so it wasn’t as tough as I’d read. The whole hike is stunning from start to finish. We saw the train pass twice (one blue, one red) and lots of women picking tea.
After that, we did Little Adam’s Peak. It’s not hard, but it was *packed* with tourists—meh. Luckily, at the top, you can walk a bit farther (down one side and back up) to get some space to yourself.
What I *didn’t* like was the commercial vibe at the big café/restaurant with a pool at the entrance of Little Adam’s Peak. Loud music, all that money being made right next to little souvenir stands run by Sri Lankans or tea-picking women. Felt off.
Ended the day buying souvenirs at one of the few shops we found during the trip.
Tuesday, December 24th: Beautiful weather. Took the train to Haputale. We got to the station 30 minutes before the 9:30 AM train. We could’ve taken 2nd or 3rd class—I went with 2nd (160 LKR per person).
It was crowded, but we managed to get seats—first 2, then 3. Only a 1-hour ride, but I *loved* it—windows and doors open the whole time.
Arrived in Haputale around 11 AM, and the mist was already rolling in.
We walked to our guesthouse, The Mist Holiday Bungalow. Simple but clean, with a great view of the tea plantations. The owner’s wife is Vietnamese and used to work for French tour operators, so her French is still pretty good—helpful for us since our English is terrible. They booked us a tuk-tuk for 4:45 AM the next day (2,000 LKR) to Lipton’s Seat.
Spent the afternoon wandering around Haputale. Not much charm, but there’s a nice fruit and veggie market and a short walk through the tea plantations.
Wednesday, December 25th: Beautiful weather. The tuk-tuk was on time to take us to Lipton’s Seat. We were the first ones there—the sky was just starting to turn pink. In the end, only about ten of us watched the sunrise. The guesthouse had packed us breakfast, and we walked back down (half on the road, half through the plantations). Didn’t see any tea picking since it was Christmas, but the walk was still incredible. We took detours through villages full of kids.
After that, we visited the tea factory. The tour was really interesting, and we took the bus back down to Haputale. Such a great moment—whole families were heading to mass, dressed up and made up. All so beautiful.
At noon, we left for Udawalawe National Park. Taxi for 14,000 LKR. Stayed at River Inn Safari Cottage. *Warning*: It’s the same place as Eagle Safari Cottage. I don’t recommend it. We’d always stayed with families before, but here it was just staff—totally different vibe. The pool was nice but not very clean (water was murky). The bungalow was big and fine, but it was brand new—so new the asphalt floor wasn’t fully dry. It’s in the middle of nowhere, so we had to eat on-site. Couldn’t leave a review on Booking because they never confirmed we’d stayed, and they canceled our reservation the next day.
Thursday, December 26th: Beautiful weather. I’d booked a safari through the hotel for 5:30–10 AM for 54 USD. Honestly, yes, there are a lot of jeeps, but it was great. The kids loved it—we saw everything there was to see.
Left by taxi at 11:30 AM for Welligama (12,000 LKR).
We didn’t stay in Welligama city but at Coconut Beach, between Welligama and Midigama. *Total crush* on the guesthouse: Sky Mountain Café with View. Such a lovely family. The mom makes amazing meals at reasonable prices. The view from the hill over the sea is unreal.
Spent the afternoon walking along the beach.
Friday, December 27th: Beautiful weather. My kids are surfers. Unfortunately, there weren’t any boards their size to rent at Coconut, so we took a tuk-tuk to Welligama Bay (1,000 LKR). They surfed from 8 AM to 5 PM—rental was 5,000 LKR for the day. Meanwhile, we walked the beach and swam. Water was 29°C.
Saturday, December 28th: Beautiful weather, rain from 4 PM until midnight. Same surf day. They were so well-behaved the whole trip, so this was their reward.
Sunday, December 29th: Beautiful weather. Beach day at Coconut. *Warning*: It’s a reef break. For surfers, there are three spots (Coconut Left, Middle, and Right). The boys bodysurfed (with fins) all morning, and at 1 PM, we took the bus to Hikkaduwa.
Stayed at Hotel Universal Beach. Nothing special—right on the water, but the rooms were dark even though they were clean. The manager was super nice, but the rest was meh, and breakfast was mediocre compared to what we’d had before (2 eggs and 3 slices of toast). Plus, it was late—8 AM.
First impression of Hikkaduwa wasn’t great—way too many Russians for our taste.
Monday, December 30th: Beautiful weather. Spent the whole day exploring. Turtle Beach, then the other side of the beach (toward Galle) near the fishing port. The beach there is much wider, with scattered hotels and super quiet. It’s beautiful—I should’ve booked somewhere in that area. Ended up having a great day away from the crowds.
Tuesday, December 31st: Overcast, then beautiful, rain at 4 PM. Had to end the year (and the trip) with some surf. Rented boards for the kids (3,000 LKR per board for the day). Bad luck—the waves were on a reef break but small. Not great for them, but no big deal. They still got out of the water by 2 PM. Walked the beach (which is gorgeous), had a juice, and went for a swim. Then back to surfing in the rain at 4 PM.
Wednesday, January 1st: Left by taxi at 5 AM (18,000 LKR). Flight at 10 AM. Arrived in Madrid at 8 PM.
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.
We did the Langtang trek (hike) from September 10th to 17th, with the first and last days being the trip from Kathmandu and back—so 6 days of actual walking. It’s a fairly well-known trek but certainly not as famous or crowded as those in the Annapurna or Everest regions, which is why we chose it.
In theory, it’s mandatory to have a guide for this trek. In reality, it seems there are ways to bypass the regulations: we met at least two people hiking without a guide—a South Korean, a New Zealander, and possibly also a couple of English women and an American couple, though we’re not sure if they had a guide.
The agency we booked with had told us it was an affordable trek for relatively older people in good shape—which is our case (I’m 72 myself). I have to say upfront that we found it quite challenging, maybe because we didn’t have good weather—it was the end of the monsoon season. To be clear, no matter your fitness level, I’d say doing this trek in the middle of the monsoon season would be suicidal.
Day 1 – Journey from Kathmandu to Syapru Besi
On Monday, September 8th, there had been violent protests in Kathmandu against the government, which had, among other things, blocked access to social media and been accused of nepotism and corruption. There were 19 deaths. The situation was very tense on the day of our departure, Wednesday the 10th. The agency warned us that public transport was very unreliable. So, we decided to take a jeep, at an additional cost of $100 ($160 minus what was already budgeted for the bus).
We left a little before 7 a.m. and it took us a good hour just to reach the outskirts of Kathmandu. Along the way, we saw several houses and vehicles set on fire by protesters.
The road to Syapru Besi is only 120 km, but it’s frankly awful. It’s always narrow, winds through endless mountains, and the shoulders range from bad to confusing to nonexistent. Several sections are just dirt tracks. We didn’t regret opting for the jeep, as we could stop several times at our convenience—if only to let Y (my Thai partner) throw up everything she had. She’d taken her usual motion sickness medication, but the constant turns, accelerations, and braking eventually made her terribly carsick.
In Nuwakot, we stopped for breakfast at a nice little restaurant, Jimbu. It was around 8:30 a.m., and we’d barely covered 60 km. The restaurant has a lovely garden overlooking the Trishuli Ganga, the river flowing down from Syapru Besi. First photo: the river in the bottom right corner, mist and clouds over the mountain on the other side.
An hour later, my second photo: the hills along the Trishuli Ganga. You can see the different crops—lush green rice paddies in the lower right and corn, already yellowed and likely harvested, in the foreground on the left. And of course, the mist and clouds through which you can glimpse the mountain on the other side of the river.
Last October, we landed in Marrakech to spend a few days with family exploring Morocco’s roads.
Transport: a rented Dacia.
Accommodations: small guesthouses.
Our first stop was just a few kilometers from Marrakech, at a lovely house perfect for relaxing and recharging before continuing. It’s called Bleu House, a little paradise on the outskirts of Marrakech. The welcome was very warm, with a beautiful pool and a lovely garden.
Next, we headed toward the Tichka Pass. The road has really improved in recent years—it’s much easier to drive now. No more getting stuck behind trucks, and today, the construction is practically finished.
Morocco has turned green after the recent rains. It’s a joy for the herds and shepherds.
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)
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
It’s an ancient city that breathes, a living spring.
Here, no kitschy signs like “I miss you in Fengyu,” nor mass-produced fake antiques.
The century-old houses still bear the marks of wind and rain; in the morning, you hear roosters crowing, and at dusk, smoke gently rises from the kitchens.
This city doesn’t try to please anyone—like the spring water flowing through it, it simply keeps living at its own pace.
Located in Eryuan County, in the Dali Prefecture of Yunnan, the ancient town of Fengyu is a nationally designated historical and cultural city. It’s nicknamed the “land of scholars and ink”—during the Qing Dynasty, the Fengxiang Academy produced four *jinshi* and eleven *juren* in the imperial examinations. The Bai families made studying and farming a true legacy. Even on market days, you’ll find stalls of calligraphy and paintings, while lintels and screen walls are covered with family mottos.
Fengyu was also an important stop on the ancient Tea Horse Road. It preserves the second-largest Bai architectural complex in China, just after Xizhou. The famous traveler Xu Xiake spent seven days here and compared it to the “peach blossom paradise.”
Vila beach
Sunset behind Santiago
The rocks and sea at Ponta Preta
At the summit of Monte Batalha
Calheta
Calheta de Baixo
The beaches just keep coming...
The dunes
The 3 coconut trees, a landmark to find the track
Boca da Ribeira beach
The hills on our right
Ribeira Dom João
Barreiro
The old track
The church in Vila do Maio
2- Around San Pedro
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.
On the right, the "welcome marker"—those dates offered everywhere as a sign of hospitality. On the left, a tribute to those stunning doors worn by time, admired all over the old quarters, including the abandoned ones.
Hospitality will often lead you to accept a small coffee, an "Omani coffee," very light, subtly flavored with cardamom, maybe a touch of saffron, and occasionally rosewater.
Here, I’ve depicted a man in the common everyday attire of Omanis: the dishdasha, mostly white (during the week and daytime; colors are more common in the evening or on Fridays and Saturdays). While you’ll see some men dressed in Western clothes, they’re very few. The white dishdasha is truly the shared attire of all men. The dishdasha, which has no hood, is distinguished by a small pom-pom attached to the collar, the furakha, which is soaked in perfume. And believe me, Omanis go overboard with it! "It smells like the pom-pom" is an expression that’s now part of our shared language, my husband and I.
Another must of men’s attire is the kuma, a small round head covering, usually white with brightly colored patterns. The keffiyeh is also worn (but without the cord called an agal in Arab countries), and it’s mostly worn by those with roots in the desert, from what I understood.
And what about the women, you might ask? Some are veiled, some in full black (but not a burka—more like a chador + abaya), due to the influence of Saudi Arabia and the United Arab Emirates, whereas the traditional outfit used to be a layering of very colorful dresses. Most of the women we saw wore neutral clothing, a plain veil over their hair, but with their faces uncovered. We also saw many saris and colorful veils—don’t forget that 40% of the population consists of Indian, Nepalese, and Bangladeshi immigrants, who work a lot in tourism, hospitality, restaurants, services, and construction.
Just to clarify, as a tourist, there’s no pressure to wear a veil, and never any disapproving looks. Of course, you’ll save the mini shorts, plunging necklines, bare shoulders, and midriffs for the hotel terrace—but I’d say that’s the same for men and women, and with the sun being strong, it’s better for your skin too.
Here’s the introduction! In the next post, I’ll tell you about my itinerary, and we can dive in!
Roundabouts are particularly interesting because they feature emblems of Turkmen culture, like the dog, a carpet, the Ahal Teke horse, or Muslim symbols, even though the presence of Islamic artifacts is quite limited.
Last October, we landed in Marrakech to spend a few days with family exploring Morocco’s roads.
Transport: a rented Dacia.
Accommodations: small guesthouses.
Come along, I'm taking you to this country where it's so nice to wander and slow down...