- J0 : Tentative de départ le soir de Paris (Air India) pour Delhi
- J1 : Départ le soir de Paris (Air India) pour Delhi
- J2 : Delhi
Nous avons eu la chance de profiter de l'incompétence d'Air India....
Ils se sont retrouvés avec une pièce défectueuse et l'impossibilité de trouver le nécessaire pour la réparation.
Cela a donc nécessité de faire venir un ingénieur avec de la pièce depuis Delhi !
Nous sommes donc parti avec 27 heures de retard 🏴☠️
Par conséquent, nous avons raté notre correspondance à Delhi. Bien qui prévu avec Air india, aucune solution de remplacement nous a été vraiment proposé. Et après plus de 3 heures de discussions avec quasiment l'ensemble du personnel à Delhi, nous avons été contraints d'acheter des nouveaux billets sur une autre compagnie pour le lendemain...
La seule piste de solution proposé par Air India était de venir à 3h00 du matin le lendemain pour voir sur place. Je pense que l'avion était en surbooking. Nous n'avons pas opté pour cette solution car nous savons qu'il est impossible d'entrer dans les aéroports Indiens sans billet.
Nous ne ferons pas les visités prévus à Delhi et (profiterons) de la fin de l'après-midi à Aerocity. Pas si mal au final car c'est calme et cela détend après les différentes péripéties.
Voilà un bon début de voyage !
Un superstitieux aurait vu là un signe évident de rentrer à la maison et rester couché pendant 25 jours (= la durée du voyage).
Un bon point pour toi, tu as continué, et tu as pu boire un bon "chaï" à l'arrivée.
J'admet y avoir songé...
Il faut aussi mettre ce voyage dans le contexte : quelques jours avant c'est l'annonce de la division de l'état en 2 Union Territory et black-out dans une bonne partie sans moyen de communication.
C'est donc tôt le matin que nous partons en direction de l'aéroport de Delhi pour notre vol pour Leh. il y a déjà beaucoup du monde à cette heure et il faut montrer passeport, visa et billets pour entre dans l'aéroport.
Départ à l'heure prévu et nous arrivons (enfin !) à Leh.
Nous sommes accueilli comme prévu par Tundup de l'agence Tsarap Adventures.
Nous regagnons alors en taxi notre chambre à la New moon guest house. Propre et basique. Sans doute un peu chère car première nuit réservée via Booking avant de partir.
On convient de passer à l'agence dans l'après midi.
On ira ensuite manger à Gesmo pour une première dégustation de momo qui se révélera assez chère si on compara à l'offre de Leh que nous découvrirons par la suite. La qualité n'est pas exceptionnelle.
Initialement, nous n'avions pas prévu de passer par une agence pour l'ensemble du circuit mais vu notre fatigue et la situation annoncée au Cachemire nous partons sur un package de 2 semaines. Avec du recul, nous avons quand même été pas mal forcé par le patron de l'agence. D'abord sur le prix : nous avions discuté un pris plus bas avec son frère par Internet mais il a dit que cela ne comptait pas.
Ensuite sur la situation locale : il a évoqué que Kargil n'était pas accessible et qu'une route parallèle devait être empruntée.
Et enfin sur l'absence de bus et taxi partagés alors que je savais très bien que cela existe.
mais vu notre fatigue, nous n'avons pas trop voulu perdre de temps.
L'après-midi, nous faisons donc un premier tour de la ville et nous terminons la soirée avec une pizza au fromage de Yak à Lamayuru restaurant.
Merci pour ce début de compte-rendu que je lis avec intérêt... ça me met la pression pour proposer quelque chose suite à mon voyage de juin-juillet...
A bientôt pour la suite !
Comme convenu, l'agence vient nous chercher pour notre premier jour sur les routes.
Au programme : Confluence, Basgo, Likir, Alchi, Rizong et Lamayuru.
On rencontre donc notre chauffeur et le conducteur.
Notre guide est très jeune (22 ans) avec un anglais très moyen dès les premiers échanges. Celui du conducteur est déjà un peu meilleur.
Pour l'anecdote, le guide s'avère être borgne et le chauffeur boite.
On ne reste pas bloqué sur cette première impression et on se dit que cela devrait aller tant que le guide ouvre le bon oeil durant le trek et que le chauffeur arrive à bien gérer la route 😎
Chaque monastère est différent et vaut vraiment le détour.
Une préférence pour Basgo car c'est le premier et vraiment moins de touristes que les autres 🙂
A Likir et Alchi, il y a vraiment trop de monde.
La présence du guide a également été gênante lors des visites car clairement il ne connaissait rien aux monastères à part le nom du fondateur. On ne comprenait pas grand chose à ce qu'il racontait ... Et le pire c'est qu'il allait très très vite. On a plusieurs fois hésité à lui demander d'attendre dans la voiture mais on avait peur qu'il se vexe.
Le guide n'était prévu que pour le trek donc c'est normal qu'il ne connaissait rien dans le domaine religieux mais il a plus gêné qu'autre chose.
La belle surprise c'est la route fermée pour accéder à Lamayuru (à cause des inondations à priori). Nous avons donc emprunté une ancienne route très impressionnante ! C'est une réelle succession de virages dans les montages.
Nous arrivons à Amchi Guest House à Lamayuru pour passer la nuit. On se débrouillera pour aller visite par nous même Lamayuru. C'est également un très bel endroit. Surtout en fin de journée quand la majorité des touristes du jour est parti.
Par hasard, nous croisons notre chauffeur qui nous avait conduit au Rajasthan en 2014... Le monde est petit !
Nous commençons la journée par une petite montée vers la colline de la Lamayuru afin de voir moonland. Malheureusement c'est assez gris mais la vue mérite quand même le détour.
Nous reprenons ensuite la direction de Mulbek povoir le bouddha gravé.
Je suis assez déçu car avec la construction devant (je ne sais pas si c'est récent) et les quelques arbres on voit assez mal de l'extérieur. Et à l'intérieur, on se retrouve très près.
Nous reprenons ensuite la route et après avoir dépassé Shergole, je suis dans l'obligation de rappeler au chauffeur que la visite est bien prévue. Il nous dira que cela représente 2 heures de marche. Ce à quoi je lui réponds que nous sommes motivés.
Finalement, nul besoin de marcher. C'est l'unique fois du voyage où il tentera de nous filouter.
Le monastère est fermé mais nous ne regrettons pas d'avoir fait le détour. C'est vraiment impressionnant. Et unique par rapport aux autres que nous verrons durant le voyage.
Puis nous prenons la route de Kargil et il était prévu de faire un détour pour aller directement à Sankoo afin d'éviter les éventuels problèmes sur place.
Finalement, on prendre vraiment notre temps à Kargil à la recherche d'essence. TOut était très calme. Je ne sais pas si l’agence n’a pas un peu exagéré la situation ...
Arrivé à Sankoo, nous logerons à la Malla guesthouse. Nous profitons de la fin de la journée pour visiter les environs paisibles de ce village qui ne doit pas voir passer beaucoup de touristes au final. Les gens étant plutôt surpris de nous voir.
Bonjour Erel,
J'embarque dans votre carnet car je suis intéressé par cette destination à la période où vous l'avez visitée et pour une durée à peu près identique.
Merci pour ce partage.
Pensez-vous ajouter des photos de temps en temps ?
Jean Luc
Je suis embêté pour les photos car il faut une taille minimum dans la section voyage et j'ai compresé toute ma sélection !
Je vous envoi un lien par MP en attendant d'avoir trouvé une solution.
Programme de la journée : une longue route eu mauvais état.
Nous partons donc tôt le matin de Sankoo en direction de Sani.
Le premier arrêt forcé c'est une voiture bloquée devant nous par une "rivière" ou plutôt la fonte de la glace / neige accompagné de la pluie des derniers jours. Notre chauffeur ira prêter son aide et après 20 minutes de difficultés nous repartirons.
Nous ferons une pause à Rangdum. Très peu de touristes ici mais le monastère est bien moins impressionnant surtout avec le temps bien gris. Egalement, le guide a l'air très pressé de repartir avec la route qui nous attends encore. On aura donc pas su apprécier cet endroit ...
Le second arrêt forcé c'est une voiture faisant la même route que nous (2 touristes Italiens rencontrés la veille à Sankoo). cette fois c'est la courroie de distribution de la voiture qui est cassée. Nous avançons donc les 2 touristes Italiens sur la route pendant que notre guide reste avec leur chauffeur. Finalement ils nous rejoignent mais impossible pour eux d’aller plus loin. Nous amènerons leur chauffeur jusqu’à Sani pour qu’il puisse revenir les chercher avec la pièce cassée.
Nous les reverrons pas la suite et ils nous raconterons leur aventure : le chauffeur n'a pas prévu de lampe et lors de la réparation il a éparpillé les pièces partout. C'est grâce à la frontale, à une heure très tardive qu'ils ont pu repartir !
De notre côté, nous arrivons enfin à Sani chef Sonam notre cuisinier du trek après plus de 11 heures. Nous passerons 2 nuits dans sa maison.
Nous découvrons les fameuses toilettes Ladakkhi. Elles s'avèrent en réalité très propres et pas de mauvaise odeur. Une bonne surprise 😄.
Le jour de notre arrivée à Sani correspond au 14/08 soir le premier jour du festival. On se dirige vers le monastère où a lieu les festivités. Nous arrivons en réalité pour la prière du soir. Il n'y a plus du tout de touristes. Cela restera un des meilleurs moments du voyage. Nous assistons à la prière et discutons avec les moines juste après.
Étrangement, par rapport à d'autres monastères, nous n'avons pas l'impression qu'il y a beaucoup de touristes qui passent ici (en réalité, ils doivent juste venir pour le festival qui a lieu le lendemain). Nous avons senti que les moines étaient beaucoup plus sociables qu'à Phuktal par exemple.
Moi, j'aurais pensé :
Tiens, un Belge ? 😇
Je ne connais pas de Chti, mais les Belges rencontrés au Ladakh emploient "pouvoir" et "savoir" de façon très aléatoire !
"je n'ai pas su le faire" ou "je n'ai pas pu le faire" ? ... Finalement, le résultat est le même ! 🙂 !
La frontière entre la France et la Belgique est donc très poreuse !
Bonjour Jean Louis,
Effectivement en Belgique pas mal de gens ne font pas toujours la différence entre savoir et pouvoir....
Et c'est un belge de Waterloo qui te le confirme...😉😉
Waterloo, en Belgique, mais un mauvais souvenir pour la France....😕😉
Nous sommes voisins et cousins....et nos histoires sont mêlées.
Je n avais pas compris l’allusion mais après coup, je trouve que la tournure de phrase comporte une note positive...entre pouvoir et savoir, il y a toutefois la limite de la connaissance...enfin parfois
Je ne connais pas de Chti, mais les Belges rencontrés au Ladakh emploient "pouvoir" et "savoir" de façon très aléatoire !
Les belges (même en dehors du Ladakh) utilisent fréquemment savoir au lieu de pouvoir, mais l'on rencontre également cette pratique de l'autre côté de la frontière...
Waterloo ! Waterloo ! Waterloo ! morne plaine !
Comme une onde qui bout dans une urne trop pleine, ....😠
www.artetlitterature.be/hugo/waterloo.htm
Tu me renvoies d'un coup sur les bancs de l'école et à mes cours de poésie française.😉
Et c'est cette morne plaine, surmontée de son lion qui nous a donné cette renommée touristique.😎
Mais cela nous emmène bien loin du Ladakh.
La piste (on ne peut pas parler de "route") depuis le fond de la vallée de Sakoo jusqu'à Padum est un véritable calvaire pour les chauffeurs. Pourtant, par beau temps, on se remplit les yeux des paysages de pics enneigés.
Le petit gonpa de Rangdum est bien isolé et semble perdu si loin du coeur du Zanskar.
Et, les toilettes sèches familiales ne sentent jamais ! Elles sont toujours au 1er étage de la maison, et toute la production tombe au rez-de-chaussée. Dans un coin de la pièce, on a une pelle et un tas de terre ou de fumier de chèvre, ou un mélange des deux. Après chaque séjour, il faut en jeter une pelletée dans le trou pour recouvrir le tout.
En faisant le tour de la maison, on voit une partie de mur au rez-de-chaussée, qui est fermée avec des pierres non jointées. C'est de là qu'au printemps, on retire un bon fumier qui est répandu dans les champs avant qu'on y sème l'orge et les pois qui nourriront la famille et les animaux tout le reste de l'année.
Au sujet des visites, les monastères les plus visités sont ceux qui ont une situation spectaculaire pour faire de belles photos. Pour ça, Karsha et Phuktal sont les destinations les plus prisées.
J7 sera le jour du festival, mais sans photo, il manquera quelque chose ! ! ! Ah ! Ah ! Je remue le couteau dans la plaie ! 😛 !
Nous faisons parti des rares touristes ayant logé la veille à Sani.
C'est donc tôt le matin que nous nous prenons la directions du monastère à pieds.
Il y a déjà du monde en train d'arriver des nombreux villages avoisinants et sans doute de bien plus loin.
Nous sommes étonnés par le nombre de touristes présents ! Je m'attendais à une dizaine mais pas à une centaine. Et tout ce monde est équipé d'appareils photo avec des objectifs impressionnants. Par moment c'est un peu le safari humain ... 😠
Les festivités ne commenceront qu'à 13h et même si nous avons une très bonne place, nous sommes bousculés par les locaux qui n'hésitent pas à nous appuyer sur les jambes avec des battons pour se décaler.
Le spectacle est vraiment très beau et mérite largement le déplacement jusqu'à Sani et le temps d'attente sous la chaleur.
Après le festival, on fera un tour aux alentours du village. On retrouve quelques vendeurs de jouets pour enfants, lunettes, etc. comme on peut s'attendre à ce genre d'événement n'importe où dans le monde .
- J8 : En route vers Cha
On reprend la route pour aller à Cha qui est le lieu de départ de notre trek.
En chemin, nous visiterons plusieurs monastères : Karsha, Stongde, Padum, Bardan, Munne.
Karsha est de loin le plus impressionnant ! Suivi de Bardan.
Pour Stongde, c'est la vue qui est impressionnante depuis le Gompa.
Étonnamment, il y a très peu de touristes. je pensais qu'on aurait tout l'attroupement de la veille à Sani. Les gens ne vont sans doute pas aussi loin où les visites ont été faites la veille du festival.
Nous finissons par arriver à Cha pour notre première nuit sous tente.
Et bien évidemment, la pluie est au rendez-vous 😎
Cela sera également le premier d'une série de très bon repas à des altitudes importantes. Je suis toujours surprise avec les différents treks effectués dans le monde, par la qualité des repas proposés avec la difficulté de cuisiner à de telles altitudes.
Nous nous réveillons sous la pluie et notre excitation d'aller à Phuktal ne fait qu'augmenter !
Il faudra attendre que la pluie s'arrête en fin de matinée pour partir.
La vue en arrivant n'est donc pas extraordinaire mais tout de même que c'est impressionant 🙂
Ce jour là; une quinzaine de touristes sont là.
Je suis étonné par la boutique à l'entrée de la GuestHouse. C'est le seul monastère où nous verrons cela. C'est surtout les moinillons qui achète ces conneries avec des emballages qui viendront polluer la montagne 🏴☠️
Nous assistons à la prière de 15h qui s’avère amusante avec les jeunes moines qui mangent en douce, qui arrivent en retard et qui se chamaillent.
Dans l'après-midi, le ciel de découvre un peu mais cela reste nuageux.
- J10 : Phuktal
Ce matin, le réveil se fait sous la neige. Il y a de la glace sur la tente ! Cela n’est jamais arrivé de mémoire de moine à cette période de l’année (mi-Août). Notre guide nous indique que nous ne pourrons pas partir ce jour et que l’itinéraire initial devra être modifié.
Vers 11h, un grand soleil se lève enfin et nous bénéficions d’une très belle vue sur Phuktal.
Contrairement aux photos vues, l’eau est très boueuse ! On est loin de l'eau turquoise. probablement à cause des pluies de ces derniers jours ?
Les autres touristes repartent vers Cha. Nous serons donc les seuls à Phuktal ce jour là. On en profite pour faire une seconde visite.
En fin de journée, les moines s’amusent à un tournoi de volley improvisée.
Succès dans la distribution de bonbons au cola !
Nous discutons également avec des membres d’une association pour la construction d’une école laïque sur le site de Phuktal. Les travaux avancent très lentement et ont recommences à plusieurs reprises. bref, ce n'est pas pour tout de suite.
Oui, il y a eu quelques incursions de la mousson cette année au Ladakh, et bien sûr au Zanskar. Bien entendu, la pluie et la neige changeaient les conditions. Ta remarque sur l'eau boueuse à Phuktal m'a surpris, et j'ai regardé mes photos. Le 15 août (2019), j'étais à Mulbek, sans pluie, et je suis passé à Phuktal le 11 septembre. L'eau de la lungnak était redevenue bleue :
On voit les deux passerelles d'accès au gonpa. Au 1er plan, la toute nouvelle passerelle de cette année, et au second plan, la passerelle provisoire construite rapidement après le passage de la vague du barrage rompu le 7 mai 2015.
Et, sous ces deux passerelles : de l'eau bleue !
Il faut dire que c'est grâce à ce barrage cassé que les deux rives de la rivière ont été récurées, et que depuis ce jour l'eau reste bleue. C'est la seule rivière du Ladakh et du Zanskar qui garde de l'eau bleue toute l'année.
Nous serons donc les seuls à Phuktal ce jour là.
Passer une journée entière, ou plus, au même endroit : monastère ou village isolé sans route en participant aux activités du jour, est une expérience mémorable. On n'a plus à penser au programme, à l'heure du départ, aux repas, à voir si on avance assez vite, si on arrivera à l'heure, et toutes ces choses qui empêchent de profiter sereinement de chaque seconde .
Nous repartons enfin de Phuktal en direction de Cha puis on bifurque vers Purne.
Arrivée à Purne la pluie est de retour ... C'est dommage car les paysages sont vraiment magnifiques avec des villages typiques et c'est vraiment l'image de la région que je me faisais.
On marche donc en direction de Tangze avec un arrêt la maison du Guide à Kuru.
C'est la vrai maison traditionnelle et nous somme heureux d'effectuer cet arrêt et rencontrer la famille du guide.
Tout au long de la journée, il y a de nombreux éboulements et des traversées de rivières à effectuer. Dont une particulièrement pénible car il a fallu escalader pour redescendre avant de traverser un pont très douteux. Clairement, nous n'étions pas très confortables. Je passe les détails pour faire traverser les chevaux.
La nuit, on logera dans la maison du horseman au détriment de la tente. C’est très sommaire mais ça nous va après 3 nuits sous tente avec pluie et neige.
Vers 21h, le horseman nous rejoint dans la chambre avec une eau de vie. Ça va nous aider pour la suite à priori !
- J12 : Tangze -> Zingchan
Départ sous un grand soleil depuis Tangtse en direction de Serchu que l’ont devra atteindre en plusieurs jours et avec un col à traverser le lendemain. En réalité, vu que le trajet a changé, nous ne savions pas très bien le parcours que nous allions réaliser.
Aujourd’hui, il s’agit de beaucoup de montées à travers des paysages montagneux traversées par des rivières.
A plusieurs reprises, nous devons traverser en sautant. On finira même pas se déchausser pour un passage où l’eau est particulièrement haut.
Nous croisons des blue sheep et des ibex.
Nous arrivons vers 15h et 30 minutes après c’est le retour de la pluie et un peu de neige.
Un peu le mal de tête en cette fin de journée qui s’explique par l’important dénivellé effectué.
- J13 : Zingchan -> Phirtse La -> Chumik Marpo
Départ sous un grand soleil pour la journée la plus difficile du trek.
On part vers 8h et ça va monter jusqu’à 14h30 au moment de franchir le col du Phirste la à 5390 m. Nous ne croiserons personne de la journée.
On a vraiment trouvé cette journée très difficile. En réalité, encore plus que le Kilimandjaro que nous avons gravi l'année dernière.
Heureusement que les conditions météorologiques étaient très bonnes ce jour là. A un moment, le guide a voulu redescendre mais je lui ai fait comprendre que c'était pas super dans la mesure où les chevaux avec le matériel étaient déjà passés et que nous n'avions aucun moyen de communication. Vraiment, je me suis senti en danger et énervé contre ce guide trop peu expérimenté. La clé du succès a été de rester calme et mettre un pieds devant l'autre.
C'est sous un beau soleil que nous nous levons et prenons la direction de Serchu.
Le plus difficile a été fait et c'est maintenant une balade où nous croiserons beaucoup de yaks et l'eau est enfin bleu turquoise.
On arrive très tôt au camp (14h), ce qui laisse l'après-midi pour se reposer.
On rencontre un autre groupe qui sont également Français. Ils ont également bien galéré et n'ont même pas pu aller à Phuktal à cause de la neige. Ils ont été bloqués puis ont démarré le trek directement.
- J15 : Umlong -> Sarchu -> Tso kar
C'est la dernière étape avant d'arriver à Serchu. On traverse un petit col suivi d’une longue étape plate. Nous finissons par arriver au pont avec une dernière rivière à traverser pieds nus.
Serchu ne ressemble pas à grand chose. C'est surprenant après ces jours au milieu de nul part.
C'est une longue rue avec des guest houses et des restaurants pas très accueillants.
Nous faisons nos adieux au horseman et nous prenons la route pour le Tso Kar. C’est une étape de 4 heures sur des routes serpentantes impressionnantes. On rencontre pas mal de bikers sur cette voie Manali Leh. Les ponts inspirent peu confiance et des nouveaux sont en construction. C'est la route la plus impressionnante du voyage. venir en voiture depuis Manali, cela doit vraiment être quelque chose.
Nous arrivons au Tso kar ou plutôt au campement. Le lac étant à 6 km nous irons le voir demain.
- J16 : Tso kar -> Tso Moriri
Départ au matin pour le Tso Kar. On fera un arrêt rapide pour quelques photos. Globalement, on est assez déçus. Rien de bien particulier.
S’ensuit un parcours de 4 heures pour arriver à Korzok et voir le Tso Moriri.
Rien à voir avec le Tso Kar, c’est magnifique. On est scotché devant les montagnes entourant le lac.
La ville ne présente pas un grand intérêt. A noter, la visite du Gompa. Une belle cour intérieure.
Dans l’après-midi, nous irons voir la vue depuis le belvédère situé à 45 minutes de marche.
Au final, il y a beaucoup moins de touristes que nous le pensions. A croire, que personne ne sort de Leh et des alentours immédiats.
Par contre, le soir arrivée de plusieurs groupes au camping !
Ça s’annonce bruyant. J’irais même jusqu’à me lever pour demander à un groupe d’arrêter la musique à fond de la voiture ! Je découvrirai qu’ils sont même en train de danser.
Comme les autres lieux de camping, c’est mal entretenu et des déchets sont laissés dans la nature...
- J17 : Tso Moriri -> Leh
C'est le grand retour vers Leh. Nous ne mettrons que 6 heures finalement.
Quelques visites en route : Chemrey que nous avons trouvé magnifique par sa disposition mais aussi l’intérieur.
Puis Thiksey très touristique mais l’aspect extérieur mérite sa visite.
On finira par Shey.
Arrivée à Leh pour retrouver un lit et une hygiène normale.
Une journée de repos bien méritée à Leh. Comme souvent, nous sommes contents de revenir à ce type de ville après un long périple. C'est dingue le nombre de touristes qu'il y a en ville. A croire que la majorité ne quittent pas Leh. D'ailleurs, beaucoup d'Indiens disent Leh Ladakh eu lieu de Ladakh. Ils ont pas compris que c'est un union territory et pas juste une ville !
Ma quête de trouver des beaux moulins de prière à ramener nous occupera une bonne partie de la journée (et même de la suivante 😊).
Nous mangerons midi et soir à l'Alchi Kitchen qui propose de très bons plats tibétains.
En écrivant ces lignes, j'ai vraiment envie d'y retourner.
- J19 : Leh Palace et Tsomo complex
Journée consacrée à la visite de Leh Palace et du Tsomo complex.
En chemin, nous découvrons que absolument toutes les boutiques sont fermées ! Mêmes les restaurants et agences de voyage. Même pas possible de prendre le petit-déjeuner. A faire rougir une horde de gilets jaunes tant cela semble suivi.
On comprendre plus tard qu’ils s’agit d’une commémoration pour des événements ayant eu lieu 30 ans avant.
Il faudra attendre 14h pour que tout ouvre de nouveau.
Un peu déçu par le Leh Palace. Autant la vue de l'extérieur est incontournable d'autant plus que c'est le seul monument de ce type au Ladakh mais l'intérieur présente un très faible intérêt.
Par contre, la montée en haut du Tsemo complex vaut vraiment le coup d'oeil surtout quand la vue est bien dégagée.
L’après midi on finira notre tour de la ville avec un peu de shopping pour ne pas dire recherche de beaux moulins...
Ah et j'allais oublier la découverte du Lhassi abricot à Dzomsa ! Une tuerie. 😛
- J20 : Hémis, Spituk
Aujourd’hui l’objectif est de visiter les monastères proches de Leh en bus local.
D’après nos informations, le bus pour Hemis doit partir à 8h30. Nous arrivons à 8h. Au final le bus ne part qu’à 9h20.
Après un peu plus d’une heure de trajet, nous découvrons Hemis et c’est plutôt la déception. Aussi bien sur l’extérieur qu’à l’intérieur. Le petit plus c’est le musée par rapport à d’autres monastères. On arrive peut-être à saturation.
A 13h30 nous reprenons le bus pour Leh.
Après un peu d’attente à la gare, on aura le bus pour Spituk à 15h10.
Nous resterons en bas du monastère pour prendre quelques photos en attendant le bus retour.
Repas au tibetan kitchen qui est vraiment très bon.
Un niveau au dessus de Amdo café et sans doute d’Alchi Kitchen.
- J21 : Stok, Shanti Stupa
Matin dédié au repos et préparations des sacs pour le départ le lendemain.
L’après-midi nous tenterons de nouveaux les transports locaux afin d’aller à Stok.
On prendra d’abord un bus pour Choglomsar à 10 roupies.
Ensuite, il s’agit de transférer un pont à pieds puis de prendre un taxi partagé pour Stok à 10 roupies.
Rien d’extraordinaire à l’exception de la couronne des rois du Ladakh. Il n’y a pas grand monde.
Pour le retour, on trouve une voiture qui redescends et qui nous dépose à Choglamsar.
On prendra ensuite le bus pour Leh.
Dernier passage à Dzomsa pour remplir les bouteilles d’eau.
On paie l’hôtel pour les 5 nuits et on réserve un taxi pour le lendemain.
On finit par monter au Shanti stupa. On avait failli l'oublier...
On arrive un peu après le coucher du soleil donc pas beaucoup de monde. Quelques photos et on redescend pour notre dernier repas.
On atterrit par hasard dans un repère d’Israéliens. Ça change des Français !
C'est dingue le nombre de touristes qu'il y a en ville. A croire que la majorité ne quittent pas Leh. D'ailleurs, beaucoup d'Indiens disent Leh Ladakh eu lieu de Ladakh. Ils ont pas compris que c'est un union territory et pas juste une ville !
"Une journée à Leh, c'est une journée de moins passée au Ladakh" dixit Jean-Louis Taillefer, auteur du guide "Ladakh - Zanskar" (cf. http://ladak.free.fr/).
Pour moi qui ait découvert Leh après avoir randonné au Zanskar et dans le Sham, ce fut effectivement un choc. Je suis bien vite reparti.
Cela reste néanmoins une base utile d'où découvrir le Ladakh. Incontournable sur le seul plan des transports collectifs.
Hemis et c’est plutôt la déception. Aussi bien sur l’extérieur qu’à l’intérieur.
Idem, je n'avais pas été emballé plus que cela.
Mais j'avais déjà visité la plupart des gonpas de la Vallée de l'Indus, et plusieurs du Zanskar. En comparaison, Hemis me semble se distinguer plus par la taille que par un attrait esthétique.
Fabrice
S'exposer à l'Etranger lointain amène à mieux connaître et comprendre sa propre Culture.
Je pense que bientôt on regrettera le Leh actuel avec l'ouverture des chaînes internationales ! Au final, il y a du monde mais on garde quand même une ambiance tibétaine et locale avec. Le marché, les restaurants, etc.
Direction l’aéroport pour se rendre à Amritsar avec escale à Leh. Rien de particulier. La compagnie Vistara est pas trop mal.
On arrive à Amritsar : Bruit incessant des motos, klaxon, déchets, beaucoup de monde etc. Bref, nous voilà en Inde.
Vu les prix des taxis on continu notre chemin pour se rabattre sur un tuk tuk à 350 roupies.
Il appellera plusieurs fois l’hôtel qu'il ne semble pas connaitre au final. Il s’arrêtera pour qu’on puisse faire du change de peur de ne pas avoir de la monnaie. Il se fera également une pose limonade.
Finalement, il nous dépose à 5 minutes de l’hôtel en se coordonnant avec l’hôtel qui vient nous récupérer.
La chambre est bruyante et crade mais bon on ne paie pas très chère et on est proche du Golden temple.
Première soirée dédiée au parc Jallianwala. Bon en réalité on y passera 5 minutes vu la chaleur étouffante et l’intérêt réduit. Quelques impacts de bals datant d’il y a une centaine d’années.
On se rend compte qu’ Amritsar n’est vraiment pas dans le circuit touristique classique : très peu d’étrangers même d’autres états de l’Inde. On est dévisagé en permanence ! Mais c’est plutôt des regardes intrigués.
Le soir on retrouve la bonne cuisine indienne.
- J23 : Amritsar
Réveil matinal par le bruit sous nos fenêtres. A priori on célèbre quelque chose.
On finit pas descendre et c’est vraiment la grande agitation.
Impossible de sortir de l’hôtel par devant. On utilisera une autre porte pour se frayer un chemin.
Il s’agira de l’anniversaire de la mise en place du livre sacré Sikh dans le Golden temple. Beaucoup d’animations avec des chars etc. Nous sommes les seuls touristes. Très vites on nous demande de nous couvrir la tête.
1h30 après on arrive à quitter la rue et on se rend au partition museum.
Très intéressant sur l’histoire de la création de l’Inde et du Pakistan suite au retrait britannique. C’est vrai que nous sommes très proches du Pakistan voisin. Et c’est ici ainsi que dans les états Indiens proches du Bangladesh que les gens ont été le plus touchés. Des millions de morts suite au mouvement massif de la population entre les 2 pays selon la religion. Il y a eu beaucoup d’attaques, de famines et. Les gens sont parti de leur pays du jour au lendemain sans rien. Ils ont su au dernier moment si leur village serait en Inde ou au Pakistan.
L’après-midi sera dans le même thématique avec la visite du wagah border.
Un show à l’Indienne ou indiens et Pakistanais sont assis à chaque côté de la frontière et les gens clament le nom de leur pays. Les militaires de chaque pays montrent leurs gros bras. Ça reste bon enfant.
Il est intéressant de voir le contraste : écrans géants, beaucoup de monde, danses et touristes coté Indien. Côté Pakistan rien de tout cela. Très peu de femmes.
On fera l’aller retour en tuk tuk partagé. C’est long et crevant avec la chaleur. Surtout le changement de pneu au retour...
On arrivera assez tard le soir et après avoir mangé rapidement on se dirige vers le Golden temple.
C’est juste impressionnant la foule et le dévouement. La encore pas de touristes. On est émerveillés devant l’édifice. On ne rentrera pas dans la partie principale ce premier soir.
- J24 : Amritsar
Dernier jour en Inde avant décollage. Le programme du jour est assez réduit.
Le matin on visitera Durgiana temple qui est Hindou. Extérieurement, il ressemble au Golden temple en plus petit.
Quelques achats en ville.
Après-midi packing avant de retourner au Golden temple pour les visites complémentaires.
Le temps est beaucoup plus à notre avantage et on profite même du coucher du soleil avec les belles couleurs sur le temple.
C’est vraiment magnifique et impressionnant.
On finira la soirée en mangeant au temple avec les différents pèlerins.
Impressionnant l’organisation en place. Tout ceci est gratuit (dons) avec des centaines de bénévoles qui se succèdent toute la journée.
On voit même des gens se préparer à dormir dans le temple.
On quitte le temple et un dernier tour au centre pour prendra un lhassi, un kulfi et un massala tea pour conclure ces vacances.
- J25 : Retour à Paris
Notre chance dans les avions se poursuit et le vol d’ Amritsar à Delhi arrivera avec 1h30 de retard.
On arrivera à faire le transfert de justesse avec un membre du personnel qui nous attendra à la sortie du premier vol pour nous accompagner au second via des raccourcis par des portes cachés. Sans lui, cela n'aurait clairement pas été possible.
Je monte dans le vol retour et une heure après je suis bien malade. Cela fait parti de tout voyage en Inde également 😉
Voilà un très beau circuit terminé dans l'ambiance chaude d'Amristar.
Dommage pour les moments de pluie à Puné-Phuktal, à Tangzé et au Phirtsé La (bravo pour l'ascension très raide par ce côté).
Et, finir au Tsomoriri Tso, c'est la plus belle fin qu'on puisse trouver.
Dommage aussi pour le manque de photos. Connaissant le Ladakh et ce trek au Zanskar, j'ai pu visualiser tout le parcours, et ceux qui se posent la question de savoir s'ils vont y aller ou pas, n'auront pas de preuves tangibles pour se décider.
parc Jallianwala. Bon en réalité on y passera 5 minutes vu la chaleur étouffante et l’intérêt réduit. Quelques impacts de balles datant d’il y a une centaine d’années.
Sur le plan esthétique, ce parc n'a aucun intérêt. Par contre, c'est un site clé dans l'Histoire de l'émancipation des Indes face à leur colonisateur britannique. Même au Royaume-Uni, la tuerie a suscité l'opprobre, hormis chez des nationalistes forcenés.
L'article du wikipedia francophone est assez limité, je recommande plutôt la version anglophone (https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jallianwala_Bagh_massacre) pour bien comprendre cet événement historique et sa signification pour les indiens.
Fabrice
S'exposer à l'Etranger lointain amène à mieux connaître et comprendre sa propre Culture.
Oui tout à fait d'accord à toi. J'avais lu cela sur Wikipedia anglais également.
En tout cas j'encourage vraiment les lecteurs à aller à Amritsar. C'est un peu en dehors du circuit classique mais le Golden temple est clairement parmi les plus beaux sites de l'Inde.
Si tu veux voir des photos du périple qui est suivi, tu peux en voir sur mon carnet car nous avons fait ce trajet en aout 2018. Nous sommes aussi allés à Lamayuru, en empruntant la route de yangthang qui passe par Hemis shukpachan à partir de Likir. Je me demande si ce n'est pas le route que la déviation pour Lamayuru a obligé de prendre.
Nous sommes passés par Kargil pour aller au Zanskar mais nous avons dormi à Padum, en faisant un arrêt d'une nuit à Rangdum.
Par contre, oublie les commentaires, ils ne vont pas t'aider.🤪 Pas vrai Masterpo!!!😄
😏 Blague à part c'est quand même super varié ! J'aime bien le côté un peu pimenté qui rebute beaucoup. Mais considérons sans cette habitude à en mettre partout, c'est quand même bon non ?
Et, les toilettes sèches familiales ne sentent jamais ! Elles sont toujours au 1er étage de la maison, et toute la production tombe au rez-de-chaussée.
M'ouais, mais par contre celles qui sont publiques à l'extérieur, c'est une autre histoire. J'ai testé celles de Photoksar et celles du gompa de Stongde. Le pire c'est qu'on voit par l'intérieur du trou! beurkkkk!!!
Une préférence pour Basgo car c'est le premier et vraiment moins de touristes que les autres 🙂
A Likir et Alchi, il y a vraiment trop de monde.
Même si les puristes et connaisseurs du Ladakh défendent l'intérêt d'Alchi, moi je suis entièrement d'accord avec toi. Le gonpa de Basgo est bien plus sympa à visiter et je le trouve bien plus beau.
Si tu veux voir des photos du périple qui est suivi, tu peux en voir sur mon carnet
Merci pour la proposition je vais y retourner faire un tour car j'avais déjà parcourus ton carnet il y a quelques semaines.
Et comme ça bouillonne dans mon petit cerveau sur le choix des prochains voyages, je consulte à tout va....Ca part dans toutes les directions...Je saute allègrement d'un continent à l'autre....
J'ai aussi lu tes carnets dans le nord du Chili si je me souviens bien.....
Il semblerait que nous ayons quelques goûts communs..😉
Pour ce qui concerne le Chili, l'Argentine, la Bolivie tu peux lire les commentaires car j'ai vraiment adoré.
Pour le Ladakh, c'est en demi teinte à cause de la nourriture épicée et des lits qui dans les homestay sont vraiment, mais alors vraiment très durs!
Et comme ça bouillonne dans mon petit cerveau sur le choix des prochains voyages, je consulte à tout va....Ca part dans toutes les directions...Je saute allègrement d'un continent à l'autre....
Moi aussi, pour le moment, je n'ai pas encore trouvé ma destination définitive pour juillet aout 2020!!
je n'ai pas encore trouvé ma destination définitive pour juillet aout 2020!!
Nous ça commence à décanter...
Ma tendre amitié ne veut pas d'un voyage au long cours cette année.
Nous restons en Europe, en Espagne plus précisément en Cantabrie, aux Asturies et en Galice.😎
Avec quand même une petite escapade de 15 jours en Ouganda en avril ...😎
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Je précise avant toute chose que ceci n'est pas un guide de voyage et que les informations contenues ne sont qu'approximatives. Si vous voulez avoir les vraies…
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It was winter, a winter with beautiful weather,
A season that only exists in the southwest of America,
I remember very well what I told you that morning
A month ago... A century ago, an eternity ago...
We’ll go... wherever you want, whenever you want...
Well, yeah, back from our adventure in our enchanting American West just a month ago, we’re already taking a bite out of one of its lesser-known competitors. "Flo, if you had to pick just one reason to justify your love for the U.S., what would it be?" The greasy, dripping burgers? No, I don’t think I’m going out on a limb by saying it’d be the wide-open spaces... And that’s exactly what our new quest is taking us to—a land on the other side of the globe where the horizon also seems endless, where silence tastes like salty wind and sand, where freedom is measured in kilometers of desert tracks, where the GPS is mostly there to confirm you’re lost in the middle of nowhere... Add to that magic formula the fact that you’ll see more zebras, giraffes, wildebeest, and elephants than people per square kilometer, and you can imagine us setting foot in Southern Africa for the first time, more precisely at the small airport in Windhoek, capital of... of...? Brush up on your geography, damn it! We’re landing in Namibia!!!
To be honest, Namibian landscapes have been flirting with me for ages. So how did I resist this island of temptation for so long? First, the budget. Let’s just say that for the same amount of effort (and kidneys), the bank lets you choose two other adventures almost anywhere else on the planet. Then there were my girls. Yeah, back then, they were too little to dose up on Malarone, the only malaria remedy at the time... Long story short, ten years later, all the planets have aligned. First, I won the Euromillions! Well, almost... Let’s just say my girls are now old enough... not to take Malarone, but to stop following me on all my adventures! Jackpot! "Flo, how about a little two-person caprice, just the two of us, tackling the Namibian tracks?"
As we landed on the runway, first wow effect: The horizon is immense. It’s flat as can be, incredibly flat... So much flat space! Did I mention it was flat?... Looking into the distance, it feels like your gaze could circle the Earth without hitting a single obstacle—until you end up staring at your own backside. "Oh, what a nice view!" Well, it’s the first time I’ve seen my butt from this angle! Touching moment... Sorry, I’m rambling—must be the exhaustion from the three-flight marathon we just powered through via Ethiopia and South Africa... And yet, no time to philosophize about my anatomy. As usual, we want to rack up our first kilometers to be front and center at dawn tomorrow. After wrapping up the tedious Namibian immigration formalities and meeting the 4x4 that’ll be our companion day and night for the next fifteen days, we’re off! We’re not exactly fresh, but we’re ready to tackle the next five hundred kilometers in night mode, cruise control set due south! Just outside Windhoek, the local wildlife—a jackal—welcomes us with a smile: "Welcome to Namibia!" That’s what it said! Honest... Okay, first endless straight road, first flaming sunset, first corrugated dirt track, first Milky Way with zero light pollution... You get it—it’s definitely the day of firsts... First night camping, too, in the big trunk of our Toyota Fortuner parked by the side of the track... The real adventure, the kind that smells under the arms, can finally begin...
I 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)
Preamble:
Africa was calling to me, so a year ago, with our usual travel companions, we decided to return to the continent we love so much.
Where to go?
Uganda quickly caught our attention—wildlife we’re used to seeing, plus gorillas and the shoebill we missed in Zambia.
We got in touch with Paul, who’s been mentioned several times on the forum back in September, booked our flight tickets, secured the gorilla permits, and by early October, the most important things were done.
We still had plenty of time to hold our "prep meetings" for the final itinerary.
Three days before departure, I sprained my ankle (my weak spot, as you’ll recall from our Colombia trip).
I wasn’t in great spirits, but after a year of waiting, nothing was going to stop me.
We’d see how it goes!
Off we went for our new adventures
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!
I’d been wanting to discover Sulawesi for years. But then life happened—COVID, the cost of flight tickets, you name it. Long story short, years went by, but we finally set off as a family for a three-week trip in southern Sulawesi: Rammang Rammang, Rantepao, Sengkang, Bira, and Selayar.
I like to spend a good amount of time in the places I visit, giving myself the chance to really get to know the area and meet locals. So no island-hopping this time—just the south. But when I say "just," it’s not restrictive at all, given how rich this island is in landscapes, little encounters, and magical moments.
Wednesday 07/08 - Thursday 07/09:
We left Montpellier for what was supposed to be five flights, though we only took four to start, landing in Jakarta.
We picked up our luggage there to catch a flight to Makassar the next day. That’s the only way we could get an affordable ticket (702 €).
I won’t bore you with the flight details—there’s not much to say. We arrived at 7 PM and considered heading straight to Makassar that evening. But we opted for a recovery night before taking off again. Good thing we did, because my son’s suitcase was missing...
First contact with the locals was a bit stressful—a trip without your luggage isn’t exactly fun. But right away, a woman reassured us: the suitcase was just enjoying some extra time in Singapore. Maybe it was doing some last-minute shopping. Anyway, nothing serious—it was supposed to arrive at 9 AM the next day. That gave us some breathing room since our flight wasn’t until noon.
So off we went to our hotel (Days Hotel & Suites) near the airport. It was cheap (40 € for three rooms—my kids are older and need their space), but it wasn’t worth much more. The place had definitely seen better days. But no big deal—we were only there for the night, and... we got to watch France beat Morocco in the World Cup live at 3 AM. That’s what really mattered!
Friday 07/10: In search of the lost suitcase
First challenge of the morning: finding our missing suitcase. They sent us to the airport basement, to the staff entrance. We were greeted with smiles, and an airport employee led me through the underground corridors back to the baggage claim. Right on time at 9 AM, the suitcase arrived, just like they’d promised. We were finally complete!
Off we went to change terminals, grab a well-deserved meal, and board our fifth flight to Makassar.
Little side note: I struggled for a while trying to book domestic flights directly on the airlines’ websites with no luck. Without meaning to advertise (though I guess I am a little), I realized it’d be easier to use sites like tiket.com or Traveloka. That turned out to be a great choice—I even ended up booking hotels through them later in the trip.
12:40 PM: We were on our way to Makassar. First good news: we were the only tourists. Well, the only European tourists on the flight, anyway.
No, you’re not dreaming—the bag is full of... potato chip packets.
To each their own souvenirs, I guess...
When we arrived in Makassar, a driver was waiting to take us straight to Rammang Rammang: 250,000 IDR (12 €) to our guesthouse (Rammang Rammang House). Forget about meeting people on the bus—we were headed straight to the first stop of our trip, and it was already stunning.
My kids’ guesthouse:
Ours:
View of the little lake:
But not everything is straightforward around here.
I wanted to get a local SIM card for internet and calls. I found them expensive at Jakarta’s airport (20 € for 20 GB), so I decided to wait. Well, no luck in Rammang Rammang either. You can’t just buy one from the local shop—you need a Telkomsat store (they have the best coverage). So we’d have to wait for Rantepao to get Wi-Fi... When I say "local shop," I mean the little shack around the corner. No big deal—we’d find one easily in Rantepao for 5 € and 25 GB. So there we were, offline, just the four of us enjoying the amazing view.
Saturday 07/11: Rammang Rammang
We woke up early to the sound of wedding music blasting through the village (everyone’s invited!). Off we went to explore the area.
A little walking, a little boat ride (shared with a French tourist and a Polish one—yes, there *are* tourists here, just not many; 750,000 IDR for up to 8 people) through a lovely canal, and we discovered the karst site. It was peaceful and beautiful.
The river:
The karst site:
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!!!
I could have titled my travel journal like Carmen: "Some trips are born twice." Indeed, we had considered this destination back in February 2020. However, an honest tour operator advised us against traveling at that time due to the climate. So, we gave up and opted for Guatemala instead (see "On the Mayan Lands" on this site).
So, why this title? When I was in primary school, over 65 years ago, the illustrations in my history books (Machu Picchu) and geography books (Lake Titicaca) made me dream, and those images stayed in my mind. It took until 2026 to finally make this dream come true!
We prepared our trip with Tout Pérou, a French-speaking "agency." Everything was handled via email and WhatsApp exchanges with our contact: Laurent, who was both competent, friendly, and full of good advice.
For 200 €, Tout Pérou provided us with drivers and guides whenever we wanted, helped us buy our domestic flights (cheaper when purchased in Peru), booked shuttles between airports and hotels, and got us a discount on the train ride to Aguas Calientes, as well as on the buses between Chivay and Puno and between Puno and Cusco. In short, Laurent took care of all the logistics and the Machu Picchu tickets. It was up to us to book our hotels. Tout Pérou provided a list, but we weren’t obliged to follow it. Another advantage of the package: we didn’t have to pay in advance; we paid the service providers directly day by day.
We didn’t meet Laurent in person because he was on vacation in Europe. Before his departure, he gave us a briefing, provided a summary table with the entire program, the service providers, their phone numbers, their fees, the schedules, and gave us plenty of advice (money, exchange, safety, etc.). After returning at the end of our stay, he kept checking in on us.
Lastly, we had also gathered information from Arnaud Lagadec, who runs a hotel in Cusco and offers tours of the region. He gave us a lot of useful information. Another contact: Thomas Montaigne, very friendly, who runs an agency in Arequipa (Agence Pérou Exclusif).
Day 1 – Paris to Lima
Foreword
I’ll share our trip without any pretension—I don’t have the talent of some contributors on this forum—and I’ll illustrate it with a few photos (taken with an ordinary smartphone). My comments are personal and only reflect my own views. So, please be kind! Feel free to comment on my story as you like, but let’s avoid pointless debates.
Even though we live in the south of the Paris region, true to our habits when the flight is in the morning, we chose to spend the night before our departure in a hotel near CDG and parked our car in a parking lot in Garches. This way, we avoid the stress that often comes with traveling around Paris (accidents, roadworks, traffic jams, etc.).
Check-in and border control went smoothly on that Sunday morning. Our Air France flight was uneventful. In Lima, border control took a particularly long time, and for the first time, we didn’t get an entry visa stamped in our passports.
As planned, a driver took us to the Miraflores district, where our hotel was located. We were surprised by the numerous signs about possible tsunamis, having forgotten that Peru is prone to such events and regularly experiences earthquakes. We’d see the consequences of these during our journey.
Exhausted from the early wake-up, the 13-hour flight, and the 7-hour time difference, we had dinner at the hotel before a restful night.
Note that this day was Peru’s presidential election day. As a result, we weren’t served beer—the sale of alcohol was banned that Sunday.
Okay, Palermo—we know it. We go there to marvel at the architectural wonders born from the Arab-Norman-Byzantine-Gothic mix. And rightly so. We also go to treat our taste buds to all kinds of delights, both savory and sweet. Again, rightly so. We go to succumb to the charms of Palermo’s women, their sun-kissed skin glowing with golden highlights. Still, rightly so. And all while fantasizing about a mafia we’ll never actually see. Anyway.
But you’ll also find street art everywhere, even in the historic center. Sometimes, you just need to step a few meters away from the main tourist highways like Cassaro, Via Maqueda, or the main arteries of the Ballarò, Capo, or Vucciria markets to stumble upon some amazing murals. Duck into one or two slightly grimy alleys, weaving past trash and crumbling walls, and you’ll find real gems.
For example, just 50 meters south of the main artery of the Mercato del Capo, there’s a great spot with dozens of murals in a tiny neighborhood of run-down mini-houses. You’ll find plenty more south of the Mercato di Ballarò, in the Albergheria (the grittier side, not the one near Cassaro). There’s some in Ballarò itself too, but it’s hard to spot when the market’s in full swing with stalls everywhere. La Kalsa isn’t left out either, nor is Vucciria—just step away from the restaurant-packed streets.
Here are a few examples that really caught my eye.
(In the heart of Albergheria, on a street every visitor walks down—lovely message from an unidentified artist)
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.
Come along, I'm taking you to this country where it's so nice to wander and slow down...
This trip was in 2023, but when I wanted to write my travel journal, VF was still closed to contributions...
So, now that I've just finished my Japan travel journal here, I figured it was high time to honor this destination we came back from so enchanted.
Disclaimer 1: This is a written travel journal. There’ll be text! Too much, for some!
Disclaimer 2: This is an illustrated travel journal. There’ll be photos! Too many, for some!
I have to say, every time I try to discipline myself, to keep it shorter, to include fewer photos... I end up adding more. It feels like my dear Aunt Nicole, who exhausted us with her slide-show evenings in the 70s/80s, decided to take her revenge. The upside for you, readers, is that you can slip away anytime without offending Aunt Nicole. I won’t even notice!
Anyway, since I love maps, here’s one to give you an idea of where I’m taking you. As you can see, we only saw a tiny part of Laos (the areas circled in red); we only had 3 weeks for ourselves (my husband’s newly retired, I still work), and we prefer taking our time over rushing around like crazy.
In broad strokes, it was very classic:
First, we “settled in” at Luang Prabang (8 days), because we wanted and needed to.
From there, we took three days to venture a little further north—not far in kilometers, but as we know, distances aren’t just about km!
Then we flew south to Paksé, letting ourselves drift down to the 4,000 Islands while stopping by the pre-Angkorian archaeological sites.
We wrapped up with the Bolaven Plateau.
A few practical notes: We arrived via Bangkok, then took a Bangkok-Luang Prabang flight, having picked up our luggage in Bangkok to check it in for Luang Prabang. No issues—the Bangkok airport, which many of you know, is very well organized.
We got our visas on arrival in Luang Prabang. Quick, but to be fair, we were on a “small” plane, and the big flights had arrived earlier, so we weren’t too crowded in line!
At the end of our trip, we didn’t fly out of Paksé but from the nearby airport in Thailand, Ubon Ratchathani (a 2.5-hour drive from Paksé), then Bangkok and Paris.
You’ll notice we skipped Vientiane to stay longer in Luang Prabang. That said, there’s now a high-speed train between Vientiane and Luang Prabang—good to know—and soon the (Chinese) train will go all the way to Bangkok and even Kuala Lumpur!
With that intro out of the way, let’s dive into the heart of the matter.
To be continued: Slowing down the pace... in Luang Prabang
From Southern Shikoku, between land and sea, to the blue waters of Miyakojima and finally Tokyo’s megacity
Hi everyone,
I have to admit, I really hesitated before deciding to write this travel journal... Writing one takes a lot of time and energy, and since this is my 4th trip, I wondered if it would actually interest anyone other than myself (both for the discovery and the writing). But after a few "Are you going to write a journal?" requests and especially the renewed pleasure from reading other travelers’ travel journals about Japan or elsewhere on this forum or elsewhere, I’ve decided to share this 4th installment in the Land of the Rising Sun here.
The itinerary:
27 full days, from late May to late June 2025, right in the middle of the rainy season, including:
-->13 days in Shikoku, from Kochi (Kochi Prefecture) to Matsuyama (Ehime Prefecture)
-->7 days in Miyakojima (Okinawa Prefecture)
-->7 days in Tokyo
The trip was decided on fairly last-minute this year, as usual.
I regularly check flight prices to track fluctuations for this destination, even without concrete plans. Finding a slightly cheaper direct flight (900 €) than what I’d seen in previous months (around 1,200–1,400 € on average) for a Paris-Tokyo route with Japanese airline ANA was too tempting to resist the urge to return to this enchanting country. After long hesitations between exploring the San’in region (Matsue, Tottori, Yamaguchi) and southern Shikoku, the decision was made—I took the plunge! The tickets are booked: Paris to Kochi with a layover in Tokyo, all with ANA, the airline I’d been dreaming of... for 1,120 € per person. Okay, it’s not cheap, but it’s still better than in 2023.
We leave in 2 weeks!! Now it’s just a matter of getting everything ready!
Intense work ahead in these 2 weeks to:
finalize a more precise itinerary and reach an agreement—yep, because even though we both love Japan, our preferences differ slightly, and we have to choose between exploring new places or taking time to revisit beloved spots...
decide how much time to spend in each selected area without rushing while still exploring
research places that might interest us and watch videos about Japan
book accommodations: yes, it’s possible to do this on the spot as we go, but last year, we noticed that last-minute options were pretty expensive, so we’re booking ahead—even if it means keeping a few options open while we decide or see if better deals pop up later
reserve rental cars
order yen
check the weather regularly and wonder if choosing the *tsuyu* (rainy season) was really a good idea—and whether we’ll be stuck in non-stop rain???
What a tough job, right? Traveling to Japan for a month—such a hard life!
Despite this being my 4th trip, the excitement is just as intense as the first time.
The only small downside is that when we booked the flight tickets, there were only a few seats left, so we’re only sitting together on the international return flight. Plus, on the outbound flight, we’ve got the middle seats.
Another lingering question: what French-language films will be available? According to the internet, the selection seems limited.
Oh well, these are just minor details—it’s almost time to fly!
PS: I’ll be posting slowly and irregularly... so for those interested, be patient or maybe set an alert...
Hi everyone, I’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
Before Our Departure
Preparing for this trip started 9 months before our departure in June. For those planning a similar itinerary, it’s important to book accommodations well in advance, especially in the Okavango and Savuti campsites—otherwise, you might not find any availability.
Introduction
After visiting Zambia three years ago and Namibia and western Botswana a year and a half ago, this year we chose Zimbabwe (Hwange NP) and the northern half of Botswana.
Our flight from Paris was to Victoria Falls with Ethiopian Airlines, with a layover in Addis Ababa. We rented a 4x4 from Bushlore in Kasane, complete with two rooftop tents since there are four of us on this adventure. Bushlore picked us up from our guesthouse to collect our 4x4 and, most importantly, gave us a rundown of the vehicle and its equipment. Pay close attention to what they tell you—it could be crucial if something goes wrong, as it did for us during the trip.
Our Itinerary
We arrived on June 12th at noon. At Victoria Falls Airport, we got our double-entry visa right away—I’d already pre-booked it online on the site https://www.evisa.gov.zw/.
Since our vehicle was in Botswana, we had to cross the border from Victoria Falls into Botswana for the first time.
The next morning, Bushlore picked us up from our guesthouse to collect our 4x4. After completing the formalities, we headed toward Zimbabwe and the town of Victoria Falls.
We woke up early the next morning to be at Victoria Falls at sunrise. The scenery was stunning, but since it was the start of the dry season, the Zambezi was still high, so the falls had a strong flow. This made it hard to fully appreciate their beauty.
In the early afternoon, we left for Hwange NP, where we stayed for 4 days. Two days at Gwango campsite near Dete, followed by two days at Robins Camp. We expected to see more animals at Robins, but that wasn’t the case. In Hwange, we didn’t spot any predators, but we did see plenty of mammals (buffalo, elephants, giraffes, zebras, and antelopes).
After a few days in Zimbabwe, we crossed back into Botswana at Pandamatenga. We stopped at Nata Lodge for a good night’s rest—driving on the dirt roads is exhausting.
We left Nata and headed toward Nxai Pan. The road was sandy but manageable. We made a small detour to admire some beautiful baobabs at "Baines Baobabs." Then we continued to our campsite, Nxai Pan South Camp. Keep in mind that many campsites in Botswana aren’t fenced (except for the shower/toilet areas), so animals can roam freely within the camp. Take precautions, especially after dark.
After our stop in Nxai Pan, we headed to Maun. We decided to break our journey in Maun before heading to Moremi and the Okavango Delta for three reasons: first, we needed to stock up on supplies and fuel for the next 5 days; second, our fridge had broken (luckily, Bushlore has a branch in Maun); and third, the drive from Nxai to our camp in Xakanaxa in the delta would’ve taken too long. I always avoid driving after dark.
We arrived at our Xakanaxa camp on June 21st in the early afternoon. Not wanting to waste time, we booked a boat ride on the Okavango Delta, leaving at 4:00 PM for a 2-hour sunset cruise. For those interested, to the right of the Xakanaxa X1 site, there’s a sign for boat rides. The organizer is very professional and offers prices that are nothing like those of the lodges.
It was a beautiful ride through the delta with a stunning sunset. Being on a boat is much more relaxing than driving on the dirt roads. That didn’t stop us from doing self-drive safaris the next morning and late afternoon, though.
Then came the time to leave the delta and head toward Savuti, a much drier region. And that’s when the toughest part of our trip began. First, we decided to go up via Khwai. The rainy season was over, but the area was still marshy. We had to cross a few small water patches, testing the depth to make sure we could get through. Luckily, a sign on the road pointed us toward a drier route. We reached Khwai without any issues, but then we made a major mistake. Instead of taking the main track toward Mababe Gate to reach Savuti Camp, we took a straight path north and then a right turn to get to our camp. Bad call—we got stuck in the sand, with one rear wheel buried halfway and a front wheel off the ground. We were genuinely scared we wouldn’t get out, especially since we were on a deserted track, 20 kilometers from our destination, with night falling in two hours. This is where paying attention to the vehicle instructions really paid off—we had to use the jack to get out of the mess. The result: we arrived at Savuti campsite just before dark (Distance: 146.3 km, Duration: 9 hours, 56 minutes, and 3 seconds, Average speed: 14.7 km/h, tracked with Osmand). At reception, the staff couldn’t understand how we’d gotten there—we hadn’t passed through any of Savuti’s reserve entry gates.
The next morning, no one felt like driving, so we did a game drive with a guide. I don’t know if it was some kind of reward, but the outing was amazing. We saw three lions and, best of all, a pack of African wild dogs that we had time to admire and photograph. The next day, we did a short self-drive and found one of the lions from the day before drinking at a waterhole. That was the end of our Savuti adventure.
Now we’re heading to Kasane. We returned our vehicle and settled in for our last two nights there. The next morning, since we no longer had a car, we decided to do one last early-morning game drive in Chobe NP. It turned out great—we followed two brother lions and saw plenty of other mammals. The only downside of Chobe is the number of tourists, which was a change from the other parks we’d visited. That said, we’re tourists too, so...
In the evening, we took one last boat ride on the Chobe River to end on a high note with a beautiful sunset.
After a good night’s sleep and plenty of wonderful memories, landscapes, animals, and emotions, it was time to leave. We left early in the morning with the same taxi company as before to cross the border into Zimbabwe one last time and head to the airport, where we took off to return to France.
We all have two lives. And the second one kicks off the day you realize you only have one, with the determination to spend the time you have left on what truly adds sparkle to your life, Kevin! I like to elegantly introduce a trip with a philosophical quote. First, it gives you the illusion that I’m some kind of deep thinker, and second, it lets me fill up the first few lines of my blank page when I don’t know how to tell you I’m diving back into what really lights up my life: another adventure beyond the horizon! And nearly every other year, like a toxic relationship, my horizon tends to take shape in Uncle Sam’s backyard. And this, despite his cousin Donald calling the shots. Speaking of which, it was partly that impulsive guy who pushed us to be just as impulsive and snag our four flight tickets at a ridiculously low price—a direct result of foreign tourism taking a hit from BetaMax’s repeated antics... Four tickets? Who are the other lucky ones? In this case, our lucky ones are actually lucky ladies: My Flo, always up for exploring the world with me on foot, camelback, or scooter, is obviously in on the fun. The other two seats went to our daughters, Sasha and Luna, both thrilled to be part of this new American adventure...
But what’s the American West like in February?... A gamble. Let’s call it Russian roulette since we’re not landing during peak weather season. That’s why we encouraged our transportation and accommodation to get cozy and produce a little camper van, so we can stay ultra-flexible in the face of any weather tantrums. We’ll be roaming in Kara the van with the motto "Follow the sun!" Bad weather? We bolt. Snow? We speed up. Sunny? We act like it was the plan all along and soak it up.
"Okay, but why keep coming back to the same corner of the globe? After ten American adventures, you must be tired of seeing the same things, right?" But I’m not crazy, you know!... The American West is like making love to your gorgeous wife over and over, always enjoying it just as much. And contrary to what you might think, the American West isn’t just the Grand Canyon, Monument Valley, Las Vegas, and Bryce Canyon. Proof is, after ten trips to the U.S., my retinas are still untouched by three-quarters of the places I scribbled on a napkin for this adventure... Oh, and add to that my wife, who I’ve easily converted to my religion, and boom... relapse is even easier! Because yes, we’ve landed in Los Angeles after a sunny flight over Greenland, still under Danish flag for now. And we’re already heading east through the XXL traffic of L.A.’s eight-lane highways, eager to dive into our first discoveries. But first, night is taking over the sky, and second, we’ve been officially awake for 24 hours, so I suggest wrapping up this intro. I’ll tell you more tomorrow morning. Sound good?
This travel journal aims to help future travelers (well, I hope so!), since there’s so little information available about this remote archipelago. Big thanks to Lolodesiles and Ayis for answering my questions while I planned this trip!
Context
This is our fourth trip to Indonesia as a couple—after Java-Bali in 2011, Flores-Komodo in 2013, and Sulawesi in 2016—each time for three weeks. It’s also our tenth trip to Southeast Asia overall.
We’re traveling like we have in previous years: with a rough itinerary that often changes based on who we meet, tips from other travelers, how tired we are, or what we’re feeling in the moment. In the Moluccas, it’ll change constantly, mostly depending on transportation.
Our only accommodation booking: the first few nights in Ambon when we arrive.
Planned route (to be refined on the spot): Ambon - Banda Islands - Lease Islands - Ternate - Tidore - Halmahera (between Sofifi and Tobelo) - Morotai and the neighboring unnamed archipelago.
Flights: Lyon-Paris-Singapore on Air France (428 € round-trip), with good meals, champagne, and wine (we like our little comforts when going on vacation 😏). Then Singapore-Jakarta-Ambon on Air Asia and Garuda.
Return flight: Ternate-Jakarta-Singapore on Lion Air, with a 3-day stopover in Singapore before heading home.
Episode 1: Ambon to Banda
Our guesthouse, booked two days before departure, is 45 minutes from Ambon Airport, near Natsepa Beach (northeast of Leihitu). It’s a pretty average beach—quiet on weekdays but packed on Sundays (we saw the difference). It’s lined with warungs.
This rainy day helps us readjust to the atmosphere of this country we love so much.
Our “Solim Guesthouse” is a lovely house with a living/dining room and garden, costing 15 € per night for two, including a hearty breakfast.
Dinner is at Gaba Gaba, a great restaurant just a short walk away, right by the water, recommended by our host. Fun fact: it’s in the Lonely Planet, and it might be the only LP-listed spot in the Moluccas that actually matches the description (the others either don’t exist or have nothing to do with what’s advertised 😠).
For the next two days, the super-friendly owner lends us his scooter. We set off to explore the coastal villages in northern Leihitu (the western part of Ambon Island, which has a weird shape).
Laundry and trucks washed in the same stream.
Liang Beach, described as the island’s most beautiful, is almost gone (climate change or something else?), but the colors are magical.
We continue 25 km toward a snorkeling spot our host recommended, taking a gorgeous, deserted little road through tiny villages in clove plantations (oh, those unforgettable scents!), stunning coves, and dense forest.
We’re greeted dozens of times with “Hello Mister”—a daily routine in the Moluccas. Every time we stop, we pose for photos to be saved on locals’ smartphones. They don’t see tourists often.
We ask for directions to the snorkeling spot (not easy—we only know basic Indonesian like *Selamat pagi*, *siang*, *sore*, and other polite phrases). Not many people know where it is (especially since we never know which village we’re in), but we eventually reach a small village that seems to be the right place. 🙂
We ask a local to take us there by boat (it’s not reachable by land).
The spot is at most 100 meters long, but the coral is in good condition (apparently not dynamited by fishermen, unlike in other parts of this beautiful country where fishing methods are destructive and nature pays the price 😠). The fish are plentiful and diverse. It’s a great start before heading to Banda. We’re happy to have the place to ourselves… though we don’t yet realize we won’t see a single tourist for the rest of the trip!
After two days of rest, we head to Tulehu Port in the morning, aiming for the Banda Islands. We know the journey is often tricky: the Pelni ferry runs twice a month but doesn’t match our dates, the 10-seat Suzi Air plane is always full (you can’t book—you have to show up on Mondays and Fridays), and it’s often canceled due to weather. So we opt for the Tuesday speedboat (which also gets canceled if there are waves or wind), with the next one on Saturday.
We’re used to Indonesian ports—crowded, rusty boats, no English speakers—but we still feel lost. When I ask about the speedboat to Bandaneira, people gesture wildly, someone takes me to the “harbor office,” then tells me there’s no boat, others try to sell me tickets, and some just say, “No boat.”
Luckily, an English-speaking local approaches us and confirms the speedboat is broken. The next one will be Saturday *if* it’s fixed—otherwise, even later. 🤪 😠
We’re crushed. We came here for the Banda Islands… 🙁
We decide waiting five days for a maybe-boat isn’t an option, so we decide to head straight to North Moluccas, which was planned for later. We’re so disappointed we don’t even want to stay in the area. The Lease Islands don’t appeal to us despite what we’ve read, and Seram would deserve its own trip with its remote mountain tribes.
Huge disappointment—we’d been dreaming of Banda for months, with its incredible drop-offs like Bunaken, its islands covered in nutmeg trees, etc. I’d read that Banda is in the world’s top 5, alongside Bunaken (amazing—we went in 2016), Komodo (incredible—we went in 2013), Sipadan, and another spot I’ve forgotten.
We take a taxi back to Ambon (45 minutes) to a travel agency to buy plane tickets to Ternate. There’s a daily ATR72 flight at noon—perfect timing.
Ambon is the capital of South Moluccas (or Central, depending on who you ask!) with 300,000 people. The city doesn’t seem unpleasant, but we don’t stop.
On the plane, there are only about ten passengers for 72 seats. The flight attendants are stunning, as always with Wings Air—clearly, they’re hired for their looks. 😊
Stopover in Bacan—a runway in the middle of coconut trees serving a tiny town—then we fly over countless volcanoes, the last one towering over Ternate.
With my girlfriend Christelle, we’ve chosen South Africa for our first trip to Southern Africa, focusing on safaris—after a long debate with a Cape Town/Kruger combo.
But that would’ve meant cutting out St Lucia, which would’ve been harder to fit into another trip.
And St Lucia—thanks to Michel and all those travel journals—we really wanted to go there.
So our 11-night itinerary ended up like this, mostly shaped by school holidays:
- 3 nights in St Lucia
- 1 night in Hluhluwe
- 1 night at Mkhaya Game Reserve (Eswatini)
- 1 night at Hlane Royal National Park (Eswatini)
- 3 nights in Kruger (Berg en Dal / Satara / Tamboti)
- 1 night at Shindzela Tented Camp in the Timbavati private reserve
- 1 final night in Kruger at Lower Sabie
All of this in the off-season and rainy season, just a month after catastrophic floods that killed over 150 people and seriously damaged Kruger’s infrastructure.
I’ll jump straight to St Lucia and skip the loooong journey to get there (with a layover in Frankfurt, landing in Johannesburg, a domestic flight to Durban, and the rest by rental SUV—First Car Rental, perfect, no complaints).
To motivate readers—especially some familiar faces here—I’ll drop in a first photo.
Bonjour,
De retour sur le forum - et première rédaction d'un espèce de carnet de retour de notre 4ème voyage en Indo.
Contexte : une trentaine de jours, en scooter et en duo, sur Florès (et une petite incursion dans l'archipel de Solor, plus précisément à Lembata (chut, faut pas trop en parler !!!), qui donne envie d'en faire beaucoup plus là bas malgré les infrastructures sporadiques), en partie dans des destinations déjà bien connues du forum (la classique Ruteng / Bajawa / Riung / Moni voir baie de Maumere) ... et qui ne parlera pas du PN de Komodo ou de Wae Rebo, puisque nous n'y sommes pas allés 🏴☠️.
Texte en anglais (issu d'une autre plateforme). Sans nul doute, des traducteurs intelligents ou pas marcheront à merveille en cas d'anglophobie 🤪.
Disponible à toute fin utile pour des détails ou infos.
Equippement : Yam' Nmax 155 ; 2x saccoches cavalières (25L) + sac de selle (30L) + saccoche tunnel (15L pour le matos photo) ; casques et vêtements d'enduro amenés depuis la France.
Itinéraire : boucle depuis Labuan bajo jusqu'à Pulau Lembata ; juillet-août 2026
Road conditions graded from A (excellent) to D (very bad, at least for a Scooter… a CRF/KLX or even honda ADV would do better on that)
D1 : Labuan Bajo – Reok via Ranggoe, Rego & Tagol (130km ; 5hrs). Section LBajo – Rego (90 km ; B) is quite good tarmac, despite a lot of elevation with many small valleys and passes. Rego – Tagol (10km ; D) is a stone road (not gravel), some ascents & very poor condition ; necessary to lower tyre pressure. Tagol – Reok port (22km, quality depends considerably from D to B). Reok port – Towncenter : B. Night @Iffah Homestay (100k for fan room, mandi attached, no breakfast), simple but clean. Notes : path to danau Sano Limbung was closed ; access to Tiwu Pai & Wae Kuli (waterfalls) not permitted in july 2026.
D2 : Reok – Riung via Pota (105km ; 3h-3h30). The road is very narrow in some part, thanks to the uncut bushes (lowering visibility hence extra caution as animals/people can suddenly appear in a turn…) but generally good condition except many eroded sections and some unpaved ones. Grade C/B. 2 nights @Mentos (285k for AC room)
D3 : Boat tour in Riung (booked directly with a captain, 800k for two for private boat incl. lunch and NP fees) + sunset from Watu Mitong Riung (should not be missed).
D4 : Riung – Muku Saki via Mbay (around 100km ; 3h30). Quality varies from A in the vicinity of Mbay to eroded sections (C) in secluded places. Night @Sao Paolo Homestay (250k for fan room with mandi, maybe overpriced but nice house and great food). Note : if you happen to pass by Mbay on Saturday, the market is well worth a stop (cheapest Ikat on the trip : you’ll be asked normal prices providing you’re OK in Bahasa…)
D5 : Muku Saki – Tanjung Kajuwulu (near Ndete) (90km, 3h). Many patholes, eroded (C). Night at Déjà Vu Homestay (220k for a matress on the floor & outside mandi/toilets ; I woud define this as a tourist trap – the quote we had for food was double priced too…)
D6 : Tanjung Kajuwulu – Waiterang (east of Maumere, 55km , 1h30). Pathholes till maumere, then All good (TransFlores), C/A. Night at Sunset Cottage (new concrete room, very serene place ; 270k for AC with bathroom ; much prefered Sunset over Lena House (more customers, more built up).
D7 : Waiterang – Larantuka via Boru and Eputobi (TransFlores ; grade A ; 115km / 2h40). Particularly liked the drink stalls (marked as Rest Area Eputobi) and the out of order aquatic park just before Larantuka (obyej wisata waiplatin). Night @ Dewy Onong Homestay, which is not advertising itself as Larantuka Beach Homestay as some contributor signals here and on goole maps review. Best breakfast of the trip (Cumi Cumi !!!) ; 275k for AC room with bathroom.
D8 : Local Boat (Kapal Kayu) from the main port to Lembata (Lewoleba). Departure 8am ; price 60k/head + 50k for the bike. Stop enroute on Adonara (where we did not stop due to fights between communities). Night @Elmany Homestay (275k for AC room with bathroom, fan room with shared bathroom also available). Whole afternoon at Pantai Hadakewa, fantastic place (good snorkeling, great views of Ile Api aka Gn Lewotolo). Road condition : A (did not expect the TransLembata to be that good…).
D9 : Loop around Ile Api (50km, 2hrs), anticlockwise. Stops enroute at Situs Tulang Paus (whale squeletton), pantai Jotona, pantai Wena (we expected to snorkel from there, but wind was very strong that day), situs Watu Nale, Selat Sonia. The western coast is far less interesting. Road conditions : bad (C) on the eastern side (up to Riangbeda), good (B/A) afterwards. Night @Elmany Homestay.
D10 : Lewoleba – Lamalera via the western and south coast (70km, 2h30). Good road (B) for roughly the first 55km (up to Tapobali), then eroded track for the last 15km (in some parts steep and dangerous) up to Lamalera (D/C). Notes : 1/ Kuma resort denied us the entry for some drink ; 2/Pantai Waijarang « complex » is abandonned but closed with fences ; you can still sneak in ; 3/ some reports advise to skip Bukit Cinta (foreigner entry fee) for Bukit Doa Watomiten (stations of the cross) ; well Bukit Cinta has also been abandonned (well spent money…sic) but remains opened with structures falling (quickly) appart. Night @Lamalera Inn (200k per head including meals ; very basic fan room + attached mandi). Planned 2 nights, spent only one, as it’s the only tenant I had difficulties with (only interested in money, initially stated crazy prices, starts loud music at 6am … and drinking moke at 8am…)
D11 : Trip to Wulandoni for the Barter Market (Saturday only). Bad road (C) along the coast. Had to report at the Kantor upon arrival, which quite surprisingly asked 100k per person (foreigner) to go inside the (outside) market. Other « local » tourists (a group from Jakarta) were not asked to pay. Well, since a market is a public space and not a zoo, we refused payment and enjoyed the activity from the kopi stall next to it. Returned then to Lamalera for the catches of the day, then to Lewoleba via the mountain road (45km, 2 hours). First 10km to Puor is in very bad condition and uphill (D/C). The remaining is on a newly constructed road (A). Note : Air Panas Sabutobo is abandonned and falling apart (again…) but there are still some water pipes along the river that you can enjoy (depending how lucky you are, just with the forest sounds as companion). Night @Elmany Homestay
D12 : Chill day alond the northern coast (Batu Payung, Pantai Hadakewa with lot of snorkeling, drove till Wailolong and backtracked to Pantai Lewolein for more snorkeling (nice canyons there !) and another fantastic sunset over Ile Api (see GMaps pictures)). Night @Elmany Homestay
D13 : Monday weekly market at Pada, southwest of Lewoleba. Renowned but honnestly dont plan any itinerary specifically for it, just an ordinary Kampung weekly market. Returned to Larantuka and Flores with the 12pm local boat (the same boat that leaves from Larantuka at 8am). Same prices as the first leg. Night @ Dewy Onong Homestay
D14 : Larantuka – Waiterang along the northern coast (100km, 3h) via Pantai Kawaliwu, Tewuk Lewokluok (trail is easy to find, very nice snorkelling in a lagoon), Pantai Lato (to my opinion the most beautiful beach on Flores and you’ll be the only visitor, as opposed to Pantai Koka) and Pantai Hia, until rejoining the TransFlores near Nebe. Grade C on the costal eroded road / track. 3 nights @Lena Guesthouse (booked ahead as it fills up quickly, but we prefered its neighbour Sunset Beach Guesthouse)
D15 : Snorkeling trip organised by Lena Guesthouse (200k per head excluding NP fees and lunch)). The drop-off near Pulau Babi is a very nice spot.
D16 : scooter day trip around the Egon Range (too lazy to hike it…), through nice Sikka villages (route : Watublapi, Umauta, Bola, pantai Doreng, Nakatoli, foot of Gn Egon, Air panas Blidit). The track from Natakoli to the foot of Gn Egon is very steep, damaged and wet (with moss) ; I would recommend not to attempt that in case of bad weather.
D17 : Waiterang – Moni (130km, 3h30, transflores grade A/B) via Pantai Koka (refused to pay the mafia entry fee…) and Jopu (some rumah Adat Lio). Stopped at Museum Bikon Blewut, south of Maumere. Very nice artefacts (especially wooden statues from Papuan, great ikat collection) although very disorganized and sadly non-visited (hence masterpieces fall into oblivion). 2 Nights @Liahz Lodge (150k for fan room, basic bathroom… but right next to Air Panas Liasembe (free, no closing time) !!!).
D18 : Sunrise from Kelimutu with a nice weather (stayed until 8.30am). I don’t know if the sunrise is really worth it (lot of people ascending and watching the sunrise – a lot but nothing compared to e.g. Gn Bromo), nearly everyone going down around 7am, then there is virtually nobody. Trip (20km one way, good road B) to Kampung Adat Nggela (Lio). Although the village is habited and mostly out of the beaten path, I have mixed fillings due to the fact that most ladies (some are pushy) try to sell you (bad) pieces of ikat.
D19 : Moni – Ende via Detusoko paddy fields, Kampung Adat Saga (Lio) and Puncak Ndona ; 75km 2h30. We really liked Saga (nice setting on the mountain, friendly villagers, no selling, mix between traditional and more modern houses in that lively village). Sunset from Bukit Raja, on the peninsula with a 360 view on Gn Iya, Gn Meja Kota Ende and the mountains behind. Note : at the end of the road (search for Gunung Meja Tourist Info Center), there is a (sand) track leading to the path. 1/ only intend the track if you have off road driving experience ; 2/ dont trust the walking time stated by Maps.me. Took us 45mins on a steady pace to reach the summit. Night @Hoja Homestay, 300k for a comfortable AC room with bathroom.
D20 : Ende – Bajawa, via Air Panas Mengeruda ; grade A, 120km, 3 hours. Note : don’t plan to short in Mengeruda (Soa), very easy to spend a half day there, especially if playing with local kids. Stay @Cinnamon GH, 250k for double with fan and hot shower (cheaper options with shared hot shower availlable).
D21 : First day in Bajawa : Watu Nari Wowo (Avatar Hill, sic…), Kampung Adat Ngada Tololela & Gurusina (very very friendly people, complementary views of Gn Inerie & Wolo Deru). Sunset from Puncak Manulalu (well… Heaven’s door Bar & Restaurant)
D22 : Second day in Bajawa : Kampung Adat Ngio (hardly visited, best view on Gn Inerie), Air Panas Malanage, Kampung Adat Bena (the most visited Ngada village (after Bela ?) in the area, we went there at the end of the afternoon to avoid tours, early morning would be fine too), and Gunung Wolobobo for a terrific sunset
D23 : returned to Gunung Wolobobo for sunrise with Gn Ebulobo in the distance (search for a track on the eastern slope, near the communication antenna). You can circuit the rim to the usual viewpoint (westside, sunset spot), the path is easy to find. Then took again the road to Aimere, visiting Kampung Adat Belaraghi enroute (the setting is maybe less rewarding than all the previous villages). 56km ; 1h30. The road to Belaraghi is fine, except the final part.
D24 : Aimere – Ruteng (105km, 3h30). Nice detour by the paddy fields of Wodo (southwest of Golo Loni) of Sunset from Golo Curu (nice encounters with locals). Night @Tange GH, 130k for room with outside (private) bathroom, no breakfast.
D25 : Surroundings of Ruteng (paddy fields north and east of ruteng ; Maps.me has funny tracks starting from Kenda), and the rather pleasant city itself (pasar, churches, lapangan). We finally skipped Liang Bua.
D26 : Ruteng - Labuan Bajo (130km, 3h30). No visits of the waterfalls close to the TransFlores (entry fee (with bule prices) + mandatory guide etc…). Sunset from Bukit Hercadi with very few locals (Bukit Sylvia & Bukit Amelia, just south, were packed). 2 nights @Wellamas Homestay, away from the harbour and its advantages/disadvantages. 230k for comfortable AC room with hot shower.
D27 : New road to Golo Mori Convention Center (another big money well spent…), with nice views on the strait separating Flores from Pulau Rinca. Some empty beaches (e.g. Pantai Pasir Pajang ; we were there on a weekday perhaps frequented by people from LBajo only). 30km (40 mins) one way, perhaps the fastest road of Flores…
D28 : Morning on the peninsula north of Labuan Bajo before taking a flight to Jakarta in the afternoon. On Google maps, the asphalt road only goes to Teras Langit ; it now (august 2026) continues to Puncak Basok and is still in progress towards the eastern part of the peninsula. On the way back, two other nice Bukit where you can enjoy nice views on the bay (and the resorts…) : Bukit Lontar & Bukit Beta. Note : we only found one public (and nice and quiet) beach in the area ; tagged as Sunset Point Beach on Gmaps. All the rest was closed by fences ; they are privately owned (although the Indonesian consitution grants the coastline as public space).
We're a family of five: one dad, one mom, and three kids aged 10, 15, and 18.
Before diving into each stop in more detail, here are a few general thoughts:
We wanted to sample a bit of everything Japan has to offer in terms of landscapes, accommodation, and transport. We were after walks, temples, restaurants, shopping, and some downtime—but no "all-inclusive experiences" or museums for this first visit.
Three medium-sized (60x42x25) canvas suitcases, plus a duffel bag and a few small backpacks. 23 kg in the hold on the way out, 60 kg on the way back. 36 kg of shopping, without even trying. I think this is the maximum suitcase size if you don’t want to stress on the Shinkansen: they fit easily in the overhead racks.
Round-trip with Cathay Pacific, layover in Hong Kong: no need to collect luggage in Hong Kong—we checked it in at departure and picked it up in Tokyo, and the same on the way back (checked in Osaka, picked up at our final destination). This let us explore Hong Kong without worrying about our bags. Food and entertainment were pretty good—meals included a little Häagen-Dazs on each flight, and the entertainment had way more Asian cinema than you’d find on a Western airline, which was a nice way to see how much weight Western culture carries in Asia.
The original plan was to fly directly from Ishigaki to Hong Kong, but due to Typhoon Dolphin, we had to cancel the Ishigaki leg. Cathay didn’t bat an eye about swapping the Ishigaki-HK flight for an Osaka-HK one, even though it was twice as long.
We were a bit too attached to the idea of ending the trip with some beach time and replaced Ishigaki with Shirahama. It was a mistake—we should’ve visited Hiroshima or spent a little more time in Tokyo instead.
Last February, I made a trip using "public transport" from France to southern Senegal via Spain, Morocco, Western Sahara, and Mauritania.
It’s a journey of about 5,000 km, where I took trains (as far as Marrakech), ferries (to cross Gibraltar and then to reach Casamance from Dakar), and mostly buses on the long desert straightaways. I hadn’t planned any stops in advance or booked any hotels, except for the very first train to Spain, which left plenty of room for the unexpected.
Why travel by land and sea? In recent years, flight-free travel has been gaining popularity. On social media, posts explaining how to cross Europe by train as quickly as possible go viral. Traveling without flying—and making sure people know about it—has become a great way to earn a badge of eco-responsibility: an essential totem for anyone wanting to prove both their dedication to the ecological cause and the wisdom of slow travel.
I haven’t flown in years, and this journey to West Africa could easily be filed under "responsible travel." But it wouldn’t be honest to say that: in reality, it wasn’t really my aversion to flying that motivated this long trek. I see overland travel primarily as a way to experience the world’s geography at a grounded, earthly pace—the pace of the locals. Besides, I’ll be flying back, which disqualifies any claim to being a model of sustainability.
So no eco-badge, and no adventurer’s badge either: you won’t find any heroic tales of camel rides in lost lands or mineral train wagons in this account (popular with influencers, the Mauritania iron ore train now attracts tourists from all over the world, turning "the experience" into something you "have to do at least once in your life"). This five-part story, written on the road, has no other ambition than to recount a journey through places and people, and to share the thoughts they inspire in me. As simply and, I hope, as humbly as possible.
I’m posting the episodes here, which you can also find on my blog (with more photos) at the following links:
Episode 1: Spain, from Avignon to Algeciras
Episode 2: Morocco, from Tangier to Tarfaya
Episode 3: Western Sahara, from Tarfaya to Guerguerat
Episode 4: Mauritania, from Guerguerat to Nouakchott
Episode 5: Senegal, from Rosso to Saloulou
To help those who might want to make the same trip, I’ve also put together a summary of the route with recommendations—you can read it at the end of the story and on the blog:
From France to Senegal Without Flying: Route and Itinerary Recommendations
Hello and welcome aboard this new travel journal!
We’re heading off to Ireland together—a country I’ve wanted to explore for a very long time.
The moment has finally arrived.
We’ll be traveling as a family—my wife, my husband, and our 7-year-old daughter.
Here’s our itinerary:
24/07: Flight from Marseille to Dublin, overnight in Dublin
25/07: Dublin, overnight in Dublin
26/07: Dublin, overnight in Dublin
27/07: Pick up rental car, drive to Dingle, overnight near Tralee on the peninsula
28/07: Visit the Ring of Kerry
29/07: Adare, Bunratty Castle, Galway, overnight in Outheragh, near Galway
30/07: Cliffs of Moher, overnight in Outheragh
31/07: Connemara, overnight in Outheragh
01/08: Drive to Sligo via Westport and Downpatrick Head, overnight in Sligo
02/08: Slieve League, Silver Strand Beach, Glencolmcille, overnight in Sligo
03/08: Drive to Derry via Glenveagh National Park, overnight in Derry
04/08: Giant’s Causeway, Dunluce Castle, Portrush, Derry, overnight in Derry
05/08: Drive to Belfast, visit Belfast, overnight in Lisburn (Belfast suburbs)
06/08: Game of Thrones filming locations: Dark Hedges, Carrick-a-Rede, Ballintoy, etc., overnight in Lisburn
07/08: Drive to the Wicklow Mountains, visit Wicklow Mountains National Park, overnight in Blessington
08/08: Drive back to Dublin and return to Marseille.
Cost breakdown:
Flights:
Outbound flights with KLM via Amsterdam for 3: 175 € + 40,000 Flying Blue miles (so essentially a free ticket)
Return flight with Aer Lingus for 3: 489 €
Rental car:
10 days booked with Enterprise via Carigami: 443 € including zero-excess insurance.
Accommodation:
Dublin: 3 nights at Maldron Hotel New Cross: 394 €
Tralee: 2 nights in a caravan (Ocean Trail Oasis): 292 €
Outheragh: 3 nights Airbnb, family room with private bathroom: 430 €
Sligo: 2 nights at Clayton Hotel: 456 €
Derry: 2 nights at Belfray Inn: 255 €
Lisburn: 2 nights at Temple Golf Club: 232 €
Blessington: 1 night at Baltyboys Lodges B&B: 158 €
That brings our total to 3,325 € for three.
On the ground, visits, fuel, and food cost around 2,500 €.
So this was quite an expensive trip.
A few price examples:
1 liter of unleaded fuel: 1.89 €
3-day pass in Dublin: 18 €
1 scoop of ice cream: 5 to 6.5 €
Castle visit: 15 € per person
A coffee: 3-4 €
A glass of wine at a restaurant: 8-10 €
A half-pint of Guinness: 7-12 €
Now, here’s the day-by-day account of our adventure in Ireland:
Our decision is our decision. And it’s firm and final. Next winter, our plane will spread its great wings toward the island of Ceylon! "Wait a minute... Ceylon... Ceylon... that name rings a bell, but I can’t quite place it on the globe Grandma gave me for Christmas! Ceylon... Oh right, I’ve got it: Ceylon is the name of my tea!" Exactly. But the name on your pretty tea box is also the one used until 1972 for this island nation, a speck on the Indian Ocean at the southern tip of the Indian subcontinent: Sri Lanka!
For this new adventure, I’m exceptionally leaving my Flo behind, cowardly replaced by a double dose of testosterone. To write the book of this journey with me, I’m bringing along my brother, who’s used to this kind of thing, and... a guest star: My model of resilience. My dad! All aboard! Or rather, all aboard our tuk-tuk! Yes, you read that right: A real tuk-tuk, a little colorful rolling box that putters along at two miles an hour. The idea? Well, Sri Lanka and its winding roads overlooking the vastness of lush nature are tailor-made for this kind of vehicle. And since it’s one of only two countries in the world that allow foreigners to rent and drive these mini speedsters, we’ll be crisscrossing the island in our two-square-meter rolling box. Plus, adopting this mode of transport is a surefire way to connect directly with the locals, who’ll surely be curious to see a foreigner driving their iconic vehicle. Not to mention the... let’s say... spicy anecdotes it might generate. I mean, heading into a subtropical zone with my jet-black dad and his unpredictable digestive flora while deliberately choosing the tuk-tuk as our *only* means of transport? That’s the winning combo for an unforgettable adventure! "More seriously, Dad, Sullivan, I’m already loving the idea of living this adventure together, the three of us—brothers and father..."
So, does the intro to this new adventure get your salivary glands going? Yes? Too bad. Because unfortunately, the program handed out by the lady at the entrance has been slightly... let’s say *crumpled*. Some might even say "scrunched up and nearly tossed in the trash." First, six days ago, as the countdown echoed in us like a call to adventure, Cyclone Ditwah grabbed Sri Lanka, played with it like a rag doll, and left it battered on the ground. The toll is devastating: over a thousand dead, thousands of homes wiped out by relentless rains, roads and railways swallowed by massive mudslides. A country wounded once again, after the civil war, the 2004 tsunami, and the post-Covid economic crisis.
But as if this weather disaster wasn’t enough to shake our unbreakable adventurer spirit, fate decided to mess with us further by cutting our trio down to two. The victim? My brother, violently turned away because of a simple date on his passport that didn’t match the border officials’ expectations. Return to sender!
So now it’s just the two of us allowed to board the Qatar Airways Airbus A380 for this trip. If he were here, Denis Brognart would say, "And in the end, only one remains!" Except I know you’ll be with us, following our adventures! Right?
This trip had been on my mind for about fifteen years.
But the discomfort of overnight stays, the difficulty of communication, and the prices of the few car rental options kept making me postpone the project.
And then, everything suddenly fell into place—I told myself, it’s time!
The preparations took longer than usual; the destination is still far from mainstream.
A bit of Kazakhstan?
Not in the end.
The south or not the south?
Yes, in the end.
Pre-book or go with the flow?
Only two stops were a leap into the unknown.
To help me find the ideal route, I made great use of this forum (thanks to everyone for patiently answering my questions!), pored over travel journals and blogs (Christian, Jeff), zoomed in on Google Maps and Yandex, and bought the guide published by OunTravela about this destination (the guide has been updated since).
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You’ve got your passport, international driver’s license, bank cards, and euros?
Off we go to Lyon—just one night left before our early morning flight.
Tomorrow night, we’ll be sleeping in Bishkek!
(Steak for my partner’s mischievous nephews...)
You’ll find here a post with some practical information.
And here, the version of the travel journal without comments.
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As a supplement, the route track.
Not necessarily ultra-accurate since Google has serious gaps for this destination...
Hello everyone, I’m happy to welcome you to this new travel journal.
We’re heading to Costa Rica together—a Central American destination that dreams are made of for many French travelers and attracts crowds from France.
It was the country’s wild nature and safety that convinced us to go, since we’re traveling with our 7-year-old little one.
We didn’t have much vacation time in February 2026 (only 12 days), so we optimized as much as possible.
Here’s the itinerary:
Wednesday, February 11: Flight from Marseille to San Jose via Paris and Atlanta
Thursday, February 12: Pick up the car, drive to Poas Volcano, visit La Paz Waterfall Gardens
Friday, February 13: Poas Volcano and drive to Manuel Antonio
Saturday, February 14: Manuel Antonio National Park
Sunday, February 15: Nauyaca Waterfall and Playa Linda
Monday, February 16: Drive to Monte Verde and Santa Elena Reserve
Tuesday, February 17: El Tigre Waterfall Reserve and Treetopia Park
Wednesday, February 18: Monte Verde Reserve with a guide and drive to La Fortuna
Thursday, February 19: Sloth guided tour, Observatory Lodge Park
Friday, February 20: Arenal Volcano National Park, Termalistas del Arenal hot springs, and night tour
Saturday, February 21: Return to San Jose, flight to Paris via Atlanta
Sunday, February 22: Arrival in Paris and flight to Marseille.
That gives us a solid 9 days in the country.
Budget breakdown:
Costa Rica is an expensive country, but no more so than France. However, almost all hikes and waterfalls are paid entry, which can really add up.
For meals, sodas (6–10 €) are cheaper than restaurants (10–20 € per dish).
Flights:
We chose Delta Airlines for the price: Marseille to San Jose was 740 € per person (modifiable, with checked baggage and seat selection included).
Other direct flights from Europe were priced between 1200 € and 1600 € with more restrictive conditions.
That’s 2220 € for the family.
Accommodations:
Alajuela, first night: 139 € (1 night) at Rodeo Estancia Boutique Hotel, with personalized airport pickup, transfer to the hotel, and a briefing from Vert Costa Rica agency the next day.
Poas: 66 € (1 night) at Cabañas Tierra Fértil (entire apartment).
Manuel Antonio: 394 € (3 nights) at La Palapa Ecolodge (hotel in the jungle).
Monte Verde: Chalet Aloha Monteverde Cloud Forest (2 bedrooms): 125 € (2 nights).
La Fortuna: Arenal Dream Garden (1 bedroom): 217 € (3 nights).
Total: 941 €.
Car rental:
I went through Vert Costa Rica agency (Vincent is a French expat who set up the agency in Costa Rica and makes great YouTube videos with useful tips).
I rented a 4x4 that was delivered to the hotel the day after arrival and returned at the airport before the flight. The total was 772 €, including full insurance (zero deductible), a child seat, and a phone with a Costa Rican SIM and WhatsApp. The rental company was Poas Rent a Car. The vehicle was well-maintained—no complaints.
Gas: 100 € for the whole trip (3 fill-ups).
Activities:
To get discounts, I bought the pass offered by Vincent, which paid for itself after just one activity. It cost me 30 € (promo since I rented the car through him).
Prices are for 3 people. I’ve added stars to rate them:
La Paz Waterfall Gardens ****: 112 €
Poas Volcano National Park *: 33 €
Manuel Antonio National Park ****: 35 €
Nauyaca Waterfall ***: 25 €
Santa Elena Reserve **: 45 €
El Tigre Waterfall Reserve ****: 141 € (with meal)
Treetopia (ziplining, suspension bridges) **: 250 €
Guided tour of Monte Verde Reserve ***: 113 €
Sloth guided tour (with breakfast) ***: 115 €
Arenal Observatory Lodge (with meal) ****: 102 €
Arenal Volcano National Park *: 34 €
Termalistas del Arenal ****: 20 €
Night tour ***: 116 €
Total: 1171 €.
Meals: 600 €
My favorite restaurants:
Poas: Food court Mercaditas in Fraijanes
Manuel Antonio (near La Palapa): La Langosta and also El Patio
Near Nauyaca Waterfall: Ricar2 el Avión
Between Manuel Antonio and Monte Verde: Soda D’Calle
Santa Elena: HG’s Food
Guadalupe (between Monte Verde and La Fortuna): Soda Río Piedras
Arenal Observatory Lodge restaurant
Arenal Oasis Ecolodge restaurant
Other expenses: 300 € (groceries for breakfast, drinks, ice cream, souvenirs, etc.)
Total overall: 6065 € (about 2020 € per person).
Now, here’s the day-by-day account of this beautiful trip.
In early March, full of carefree joy and happy to return to Morocco, we landed in Marrakech under the sun.
We spent just one night in Marrakech at the Hôtel Toulousain, as we did on our previous trip. And we booked our 3 nights for the end of our trip, the second half of March... Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! But we’re not there yet...
Our first goal is to reach Magdaz, a mountain village in the Tessaout Valley, sometimes called the lost valley.
We discovered the village of Magdaz on this forum, and we were charmed by the photos and comments from travelers who came before us.
The road is easy—it’s dry, and the tarmac takes us right to the village gates at over 2,000 meters above sea level.
We arrive in the afternoon and are left speechless by the beauty of the place. A jewel of Berber architecture! Perfectly restored granaries and kasbahs!
A young man from the village guides us on the visit and opens the doors to the terraces overlooking the village.
Several magnificent collective granaries have been beautifully restored. The warm colors of the stone capture the light wonderfully. It’s stunning!
We won’t find anything decent to stay overnight there, so we head back down a bit and settle in at the Assounfou guesthouse. Lovely welcome. The place is in excellent condition and very clean. It’s spacious, but we’re the only ones there.
First day full of promise!
This travel journal is therefore intended solely for my photos, to present a consistent style.
All the shots were taken with a simple Samsung Galaxy smartphone and with whatever was at hand.
All stays combined, I’ve spent the equivalent of a year at most in Thailand, and I’m no great expert.
However, after many trips, lots of reading on VoyageForum and other sites, and conversations with many locals as well as expats, my view of the country is becoming clearer, though it’s constantly evolving. You never stop discovering and learning.
I guess I wanted to deliver a puzzle, mainly for those who want to get an idea of the country here and for those who feel nostalgic about it.
I don’t know if this minimalist sharing will interest anyone, but it’ll do me good to put it together. After so many months without traveling and then these other long months with VF closed, there’s plenty of material available.
There’ll be a mix of places, periods, and subjects, but it might well be intentional.
I suspect many Thais have dogs because they make excellent guardians for the home. Nothing better to deter burglars or to signal the presence of a snake. You’ll often see Thais tapping the top of their dog’s head, but don’t be fooled: it’s a sign of affection from them. Judging by the dogs’ reactions, they’re used to it.
Thailand is one of the countries on the planet where rabies is still present, so keep that in mind. It’s not just bites that can be dangerous, so don’t let just any dog lick you. Especially on a wound, of course.
Even though dogs often fear humans—this dangerous and unpredictable predator—we still need to stay cautious.
Be careful when walking into alleys because the dog will defend its master’s big yard. Be careful at night, and be careful when they’re in packs.
It sometimes crosses our minds that Thailand isn’t all that made for walking around, and dogs are one of the reasons.
That said, it’s not uncommon to see them chasing bikes or scooters. Cars, though? Much rarer—they’re too big.
It seems Thais prefer to give their dogs freedom by not locking them behind gates. Though sometimes the gate is closed, the little side door is wide open. Oh, and sometimes there’s no gate in front of the property, or it’s been full of holes for years.
You’ll often see dogs sleeping on the roadside, sometimes right on the road. When you approach, they move aside nonchalantly—or not at all. It’s less funny when they suddenly appear from thick vegetation, reminding visitors not to drive too fast. As a result, you’ll notice that dogs with injuries or missing legs aren’t that rare.
Since they believe in reincarnation and respect for all forms of life, they don’t chase dog packs away too much, and they don’t sterilize them enough. When you see a small pack roaming freely in the countryside, you think twice about running into them at the edge of a field.
A darker side of this is that euthanasia isn’t often practiced. Twice, we saw dogs at death’s door in temples, enduring terrible suffering with no one to help. The image (and the smell) of one of them, agonizing and exuding the stench of death, still comes back to me sometimes.
Some of you may have seen the YouTube vlog of a French woman living in Phuket who was given a little pig by her Thai friends. The animal, well-fed, quickly became a happy and enormous beast with its own garden. Yet it didn’t take long for it to fall seriously ill and become incurable. In her video, the French woman described how difficult it was to find a vet willing to perform euthanasia.
You’ll often see bowls by the side of the road. Thais leave food and water there for stray cats and dogs. Overall, they have a big heart for animals.
If you ever pop into a shopping mall, you might see people pushing their small dogs in strollers. It’s not just for fun—these strollers are provided for customers to put their pets in, otherwise you can’t bring them inside. It looks a bit odd when you expect to see a baby.
Hi everyone,
We (two adults, 74 and 70 years old) had already shared a travel journal about our first trip to the Philippines in February/March 2019 on this forum (https://voyageforum.com/v.f?post=9377175;search_string=carnet%20philippines). We had visited Manila, the Banaue rice terraces, Sagada, the Visayas (Bohol, Siquijor, Dumaguette), and on our way back to Luzon, the Taal volcano before returning to France. Delighted by this trip, organized by the French-speaking agency Alizé, we decided to further explore this beautiful country, this time focusing on Coron and Palawan.
Before writing this journal, I should mention that these are personal comments and don’t reflect any differing opinions. Without any literary or photographic talent, I’ll stick to the facts and share a few details about the visits, hotels, and restaurants.
Preparations
We decided to return in mid-January 2025 and consulted three French-speaking tour operators to create a trip based on our wishes (places to visit, type of accommodation) and budget. Comparing three operators helped us weigh their advice and make our choices. Only our first operator respected the budget, a second came close, and the third proposed a slightly more upscale trip. In the end, we chose the agency from our first trip. Our discussions helped refine our itinerary, and when we reviewed it point by point, the document provided was perfect, full of great tips. The most debated point was a 3-day, 2-night cruise between Coron and Palawan. We were tempted but worried about being the only "older" travelers among younger people and feared two uncomfortable nights. Reassured by our tour operator, we finally opted for this "exploration." We’ll come back to that later.
Once the choice was made and dates set, we booked our international flights with Cathay Pacific for 750 € per person, which offers the best schedules (short layovers) at an acceptable price for flights arriving in Cebu. Our trip started on February 25 and returned to Paris on March 15.
International flights
The round-trip flights went smoothly. Cathay does the job well, without frills. The service quality seems to have slightly declined compared to our previous trips with them. Hong Kong Airport is huge but very practical.
Note that not all airlines serve Cebu.
Recommendation: Fill out your Philippine entry form within 72 hours before your flight. This can prevent issues with the airline (possible boarding refusal) and saves a lot of time upon arrival (see the Philippine embassy website).
Domestic flights
For our two domestic flights—Cebu to Coron and Puerto Princesa to Cebu—our tour operator chose Philippine Airlines and their propeller planes. No problems there.
Day 1:
We landed around 12 PM (local time) after 17 hours of travel. A driver was waiting for us at the airport exit and took us to our hotel, intentionally chosen near the airport (Mandaue, about 10 minutes away) to help us recover and get a good night’s sleep before our early morning domestic flight the next day. The Mayoo Hotel, reasonably priced, was perfect for this. Large, beautiful room in a new building—clean, comfortable, with a spa. We could relax by the pool on the 16th floor and enjoy the city view. The breakfast was exceptional, and the staff was smiling, attentive, and helpful. An ATM in the lobby allowed for withdrawals. However, the hotel is in a neighborhood with nothing to see or do. We dined at the Korean restaurant K-GOGI across from the hotel—a real attraction and a great discovery.
Day 2:
After a restful night, we were driven to the airport around 6:30 AM for an 8:10 AM flight from Cebu to Busuanga (Coron).
The flight was uneventful. Upon arrival, we paid 200 pesos per person for the Coron tourist fee before a 40-minute transfer to our hotel: Natura Resort, located outside the city in a secluded spot. The setting is stunning—a beautifully maintained tropical garden, a pleasant pool, and the option to book massages. The cottages are tropical-style with thatched roofs, simple and unpretentious.
The owner, who speaks French, told us that given the heat and our ages, climbing the 721 steps to the top of Mount Tapyas wasn’t necessary. She gave us a few rooftop recommendations to watch the sunset over Coron Bay. After a good swim in the pool and a meal at the resort’s pleasant restaurant, we hired a tricycle to go into town. We were told it costs 150 pesos one way, and depending on the return time, it could exceed 250 pesos. But our driver gave us his WhatsApp number and charged the same price regardless of the time. He just earned two days’ worth of customers.
He dropped us off at the port where bangkas (local boats) gather for day trips. It was the end of the day, so there was a rush. A few shops around the port sold waterproof bags for marine excursions at reasonable prices (compared to back home), after some bargaining. We wandered the town’s alleys looking for the Top Hotel, whose rooftop is famous. Indeed, it’s perfectly located to admire the sunset and enjoy a refreshing drink.
We dined nearby at a small Chinese restaurant, then just had to call our driver to head back.
The night wasn’t entirely restful—our hotel had a soundtrack of all the countryside animals, and it seemed they had no set bedtime! :
If you're looking for great tips and offbeat spots, if you love exploring uncharted parts of a country, if the exotic is your adrenaline, then move along!
Our 15 days in early May in this part of Turkey (a country I first discovered during a city trip to Istanbul in 2017) will only tread well-worn paths and revisit popular routes. Simply because I kept hoping until the very end that our flight to Jordan wouldn’t be canceled. Events in the Gulf proved me wrong, so we left with:
Zero preparation.
Not a single hotel booked (well, except the first one), no visits planned, just a flight ticket bought three weeks earlier. No guidebook, no app—just the desire to explore southern Turkey and Cappadocia, whose images and the chance to stretch our legs had caught my eye.
Oh, wait—I did bring along a new guide: Gemini! Yes, my friends, generative AI was my chief advisor throughout the trip for sites to visit, accommodations, routes, and even restaurants! An experiment I wanted to try to form my own opinion on using this new technology. And what better way to test it than a Turkish getaway?
The verdict? You’ll have to wait for the trip recap to find out!
The main idea of the trip is also relaxation.
So, the plan is Antalya for a few days, the Turkish Riviera for a few more, Cappadocia as the highlight, and a return via Antalya to wrap up the trip. And it was all planned by AI!
So, if you're ready, fasten your seatbelts—cabin crew, doors to automatic and cross check—boarding for Turkey now!
This travel journal summarizes a trip I took in March to Argentine and Chilean Patagonia. It starts in El Calafate and ends in Ushuaia. During my planning, I considered looking into the Australis cruise from Punta Arenas to Ushuaia, as well as the W trek in Torres del Paine National Park. In both cases, I was put off by the prices. Instead of the cruise, I found two interesting wildlife excursions from Punta Arenas: whale watching in the Strait of Magellan and observing king penguins in Tierra del Fuego. The journey to Ushuaia was by bus. For Torres del Paine, things were a bit confusing, so I reached out to two agencies. In the end, I went with a rental car option, overnight stays on-site, and day hikes. I shared my full itinerary with the agency and ended up being taken care of by a local Argentine agency and a Chilean one.
So, here we go...
Hi everyone,
Way back when, before the internet and all that, there were Larousse encyclopedias, and in the proper names section, I came across a photo of Samarkand. Just the name made me dream. I kept it in the back of my mind for later, and last winter, I revisited the idea. Within a few weeks, I managed to plan our 16-day getaway. Oh, I didn’t do it all by myself—I used a travel agency to handle the flights, accommodations, transportation, and local guide. It was a custom trip for three people, tailored to what we wanted to do, what we wanted to see, within the time we’d chosen, at our own pace.
The main goal of the trip was to visit the three iconic cities of architectural art in Uzbekistan (just for the sheer beauty of it) and, very secondarily, to take a break with a short hike.
We left in early May, flying from Toulouse to Istanbul, then to Tashkent:
- One day in Tashkent, 2 nights,
- By car (6 hours) to the Fergana region: Margilan (silk and pottery), 2 nights, with a guide,
- Back to Tashkent, then a flight to Khiva, 2 nights, 1 day with a guide, 1 day on our own,
- Train to Bukhara (6 hours, sleeper cars), 3 nights, 1 day with a guide, 1 day on our own,
- Train to Samarkand, 2 nights, 1 day with a guide,
- By car to Tersak, 1 night with a local family, short hike, same guide,
- By car to Shakhrisabz (Tamerlane’s hometown), then back to Samarkand,
- Samarkand, 2 more nights,
- Train back to Tashkent, final night, and return home.
What I took away from this Silk Road trip:
- A completely safe country in May—don’t go later because of the heat,
- The warm welcome and easy connection with Uzbeks, a multicultural people,
- A constant puzzle with currency exchange (how much is that in euros? ) 1 € = 14,000 sums,
- Logistics handled by a local agency—top-notch,
- Delicious meals at a very reasonable price,
- Total awe in Khiva and Samarkand (palaces, mausoleums, mosques, madrasas),
- The length of the trip, which let us wander and take our time.
A few photos, but not too many—I don’t want to spoil the joy of discovery!