Here’s a travel journal with photos, different from the ones we usually share with you.
Some of you may have heard about the legendary charm of Alsace, this small region in eastern France, right next to Germany. For those who want to visit, we’re offering this journal. While it’s not exhaustive, it covers many of the most interesting sites, and we’d love to help make your trip a success—or maybe even inspire you to take a trip there.
Introduction
" HOW BEAU-TI-FUL OUR ALSACE IS
WITH ITS FRESH VALLEYS
IN SUMMER, IT RI-PENS THERE
WHEAT, VINES, AND HOPS "
This is the start of a little tune our elementary school teacher used to make us sing in class. That was last century. This refrain and its melody have stayed in my heart because they perfectly capture this region. I know many tourists dream of the Christmas market and the magical snowy landscapes, which makes sense, especially for visitors from the south or those with young kids.
As for me, I’d recommend visiting between June and September because everything is so much more pleasant and enjoyable during the warm season.
Alsace is a mix of German organization and French art de vivre. The result? A place beautifully shaped by nature, thoughtfully developed by people, and packed with exceptional restaurants and bakeries. Plus, tourists are generally welcomed with courtesy and expertise.
The heart of the region’s tourism lies between Strasbourg and Colmar, spanning the Haut-Rhin and Bas-Rhin departments. To the west of these cities, often on the slopes between the plain and the hills, winds the famous Wine Route. From north to south, it stretches about 150 to 170 kilometers.
A proper visit to Alsace takes about five days to a week—or longer if you’re really into it. I think having a car is best, as the terrain isn’t flat.
Let’s start with northern Alsace, which is less known to tourists—except for the Germans, who love strolling around and enjoying good food there.
Wissembourg sits on the border with Germany, at the very north of the Bas-Rhin, about 60 km from Strasbourg. The tourist office has set up signs near the large free parking lot, so you can take a pleasant walk through this small town. Highlights include the Saint-Pierre Saint-Paul Church (the second-largest in Alsace), the 1741 town hall, the Salt House with its unusual roof, the ramparts, and some fascinating old houses.
Hills border Alsace along its entire western frontier and also to the north. Countless hikes are possible in these low- and mid-altitude forests, where you can find chanterelles, sheep’s head mushrooms, and blueberries. Here’s a typical view taken above Wissembourg, near the Pigeonnier Pass:
« Tout le monde s'interroge sur comment laisser une meilleure planète à nos enfants, mais on devrait plutôt penser à laisser de meilleurs enfants pour notre planète. » Clint Eastwood
I’m from Hawenaa, as we say back home. That’s the 67500 area...
We’ve settled in the south of France now.
One day, I introduced my wife to Alsace, and the least I can say is that she loved it.
« Tout le monde s'interroge sur comment laisser une meilleure planète à nos enfants, mais on devrait plutôt penser à laisser de meilleurs enfants pour notre planète. » Clint Eastwood
About a dozen kilometers south of Wissembourg, right in the countryside, lies the village of Hunspach. It’s listed among the most beautiful villages in France thanks to its architectural unity. Indeed, all the half-timbered houses are painted pure white. As you stroll through, you’ll notice that on the street side, some windows still have panes that bulge outward. These used to let residents see out... without being seen. We’re all curious, but preferably discreetly!
Just a few kilometers further east, on the other side of the national road, you can also explore the long village of Seebach. It’s home to some impressive manor houses and farm buildings.
A little tip when traveling through Alsace, especially in the Bas-Rhin area: skip the highway and national roads—take the departmental roads and backroads instead, even if it means a detour. The fields, woods, and rustic villages will keep charming you, and you’ll gain some real peace of mind.
« Tout le monde s'interroge sur comment laisser une meilleure planète à nos enfants, mais on devrait plutôt penser à laisser de meilleurs enfants pour notre planète. » Clint Eastwood
hi there
stunning photos and what a great idea for this discussion. I’m following and taking notes—maybe a trip for us in 2017. I’ve only been to Strasbourg very briefly while visiting Germany, but that’s it.
And I have an ancestor who might’ve come from Gildwiller, Alsace!!!
Thanks again for sharing!
Le bonheur et les voyages sont des choix que chacun fait à sa guise. C'est une question d'attitude...
Your travel journal idea couldn't come at a better time for us—we're planning a short getaway between Colmar and Strasbourg at the end of May. I can't wait to see what's next, eager for ideas and great tips!
About 15 km south-southwest of Wissembourg, the town of Woerth is located near a grim battlefield. It was in this region, on August 6, 1870, during the Franco-Prussian War, that several charges by the French heavy cavalry cuirassiers took place against the troops of Prince Frederick. It was a massacre, as the terrain was not favorable, especially since the French troops on site were significantly outnumbered. Memorials dot the various battlefields, and one of them is directly accessible by taking the hill that leads toward Elsasshausen in the village. Here too, as everywhere in the region, you’ll notice that Alsatians appreciate cleanliness, decoration, and flowers.
After a few hundred meters, you reach the German monument with its cannons integrated into the architecture. The view from the top of this hill offers a 360-degree panorama and a glimpse of what northern Alsace has to offer visitors.
Head back down to Woerth and take the road north toward Wissembourg. After passing through Lembach, you’ll see a campsite on your left. Watch for the sign on your right indicating the direction "Gimbelhof" and take that turn. You’ll then be on a narrow forest road that climbs significantly. It leads to a dead end, but what a dead end: next to you is the inn that serves as a hotel and restaurant, farther on are the meadows, and the stars of the panorama are the ruins of Fleckenstein Castle clinging to their cliff. You can count at least eight castle ruins in the area. Fleckenstein and two other ruins are relatively close to this peaceful haven where nature lovers can spend two or three serene days enjoying beautiful walks. Behind the peaks visible from the castle lies Germany.
You can easily see from some photos why "the blue line of the Vosges" has always been mentioned.
Apart from a few (very) notable exceptions, the castles of Alsace are more or less in ruins, a consequence, among other things, of two terrible scourges that devastated the region in the 17th century: the Thirty Years' War and the plague. In some large cities, only a few hundred inhabitants remained, and in some villages, survivors could be counted on one hand... At that time, Alsace was mainly repopulated by Austrians, Germans, Swiss, and Lorrainers.
Yes, Alsace suffered greatly during that period, and unfortunately, it wasn’t the last time...
« Tout le monde s'interroge sur comment laisser une meilleure planète à nos enfants, mais on devrait plutôt penser à laisser de meilleurs enfants pour notre planète. » Clint Eastwood
Equidistant (30 km) from Wissembourg and Strasbourg, Haguenau and its forest.
Haguenau, the fourth-largest city in Alsace, is home to its forest, the sixth-largest in France—a shared forest owned half by the municipality and half by the state.
The urban area is quite spread out, yet still on a human scale. This city was founded in the 12th century by the father of Emperor Frederick Barbarossa, who loved hunting on this small island in the heart of the forest. Legend has it that Attila buried his treasure in this forest shortly before his death...
Remnants of the three successive walls that once protected the town and accompanied its growth can still be found here and there.
The city center isn’t huge, but you won’t regret stopping by. Highlights include the historical museum—a perfect medieval-style building... constructed in 1905. Inside, you’ll find a model of the city as it looked centuries ago, a rare well-preserved Roman helmet, and other fascinating pieces.
The Alsatian museum, with its flashy colors, stunning astrological clock, and the fawn that watches the world change from its dormer window.
If you explore carefully, you’ll stumble upon Saint George’s and Saint Nicholas’s churches, the old customs house, the Knights’ Tower, the Fishermen’s Quay Tower, the Wissembourg Gate, fountains, former mansions, the hop market, and so much more...
« Tout le monde s'interroge sur comment laisser une meilleure planète à nos enfants, mais on devrait plutôt penser à laisser de meilleurs enfants pour notre planète. » Clint Eastwood
Those with a bit more time can make a detour to Saverne, about 30 km northwest of Strasbourg.
Near this town, two visits are highly recommended: the Marmoutier Abbey and the Haut-Barr Castle, with its flower-filled grotto along the way and a stunning viewpoint at the top.
The Saverne Gap is that small space between the hills where the road, railway, and the Marne-Rhine Canal weave through; the town is partly built into the hillside, and its center holds a few remnants of the past. Be sure to check out the impressive Château des Cardinaux de Rohan and the magnificent Maison Katz, built in the early 17th century.
These are peaceful spots where you’ll still run into fewer tourists.
« Tout le monde s'interroge sur comment laisser une meilleure planète à nos enfants, mais on devrait plutôt penser à laisser de meilleurs enfants pour notre planète. » Clint Eastwood
« Tout le monde s'interroge sur comment laisser une meilleure planète à nos enfants, mais on devrait plutôt penser à laisser de meilleurs enfants pour notre planète. » Clint Eastwood
Hello,
Thank you for this account—I’ve been following it with interest.
I’m originally from Colmar but have lived in the South of France for a very long time. I barely know Northern Alsace beyond Strasbourg, and we’re thinking of taking a little trip there this summer.
Thanks for sharing this detailed post with such lovely photos to illustrate your journey.
Best regards
Strasbourg Cathedral deserves a chapter all to itself.
Do you know why you might catch a chill near the cathedral no matter the season? Because there are few days when there isn’t a draft, even if there’s not a breath of wind in the surrounding area. In fact, when the cathedral was built, the devil desperately wanted to get inside. Since God didn’t let him in, he angrily circles around, and it’s the perpetual movement of his tail that causes the draft. That’s what Alsatians have been saying for time immemorial, at least. Consider yourselves warned...
Maybe I’ll be accused of being chauvinistic, but I think Strasbourg Cathedral is one of the most splendid buildings ever conceived. From the end of the 12th century, it took over two hundred and fifty years of labor to complete. The second spire was never installed because the subsoil lacked stability and couldn’t support any more weight. Experts also criticize the top of the central section between the spires, which was added by an architect less talented than his predecessors. But in the end, it’s an incredible feat to have created such a massive structure that still gives an impression of delicacy.
When you walk around the building and have a zoom lens or binoculars, you can’t help but be impressed by the number of classical, fantastical, and astonishing figures that populate it at every level.
Standing in front of the main entrance, gazing at the portal and the sculptures above it, then looking up toward the sky, you can’t help but be amazed by this absolute masterpiece of Gothic architecture.
Inside, you’ll admire several beautiful works, including a few altarpieces, but the centerpiece, at the back on the right, is the astronomical clock. A small figure appears every quarter hour, but the real show is the impressive procession of apostles you can see at exactly 12:30 PM. Of course, you probably won’t be the only tourists there...
A few years ago, we took advantage of a visit to see the sound and light show presented during the summer just after sunset. We were truly impressed by the alchemy between the sound and colors, and by how the different lighting brought out certain details and reliefs.
« Tout le monde s'interroge sur comment laisser une meilleure planète à nos enfants, mais on devrait plutôt penser à laisser de meilleurs enfants pour notre planète. » Clint Eastwood
Visiting Strasbourg isn’t complicated: you start at the cathedral, which is right in the center, and most of what’s worth seeing is within a one-kilometer radius around the central island. No need to go into details about what you’ll find in any good travel guide...
For those who can walk a lot, I recommend following the river north toward the Council of Europe. Over these two or three kilometers, you can leisurely admire plenty of beautiful, grand homes.
I’d advise everyone not to forget to look up—some upcoming photos of Strasbourg and even the rest of Alsace will make that clear.
I’ll also mention that near the Council of Europe, there’s the large Orangerie Park with its ice cream vendors and pedal boat pond.
« Tout le monde s'interroge sur comment laisser une meilleure planète à nos enfants, mais on devrait plutôt penser à laisser de meilleurs enfants pour notre planète. » Clint Eastwood
Even just along the Wine Route itself, there are around forty towns and villages between Strasbourg and Colmar alone. That means quite a few interesting spots won’t be listed here. Still, you’ll find the must-sees along with a few handpicked destinations.
The main Wine Route starts in Marlenheim, just west of Strasbourg. Enthusiasts can already visit Molsheim, whose center features some beautiful buildings.
For our part, we recommend a quick stop in Rosheim. In just 300 meters, you can admire:
- the town gates
- the charming 12th-century Romanesque Saint Peter and Paul Church with its many scattered figures
- the bakery-pastry shop across from the church, where you can enjoy a delicious blueberry tart
- a Renaissance well and Saint Stephen’s Church
- the oldest house in Alsace, dating back to 1150, complete with its latrines (ah, the charm of yesteryear...)
- and since you’ll have remembered to look up, you’ll likely smile from time to time...
« Tout le monde s'interroge sur comment laisser une meilleure planète à nos enfants, mais on devrait plutôt penser à laisser de meilleurs enfants pour notre planète. » Clint Eastwood
Just 3 km from Rosheim, there’s the village of Rosenwiller, surrounded by vineyards like most of the others. We didn’t regret the detour because the small church reveals several works dating from the 13th to the 15th century.
Continuing south, just past Rosheim, the more passionate travelers will want to stop in Boersch. Another small village, but one that has preserved many traces of its past.
Of course, those who stop at every charming spot or place worth seeing will quickly realize they should’ve planned a few extra days. And more than one of you will want to come back—I’d bet on it.
We also stopped in the next village, Ottrott, famous for its Alsace red wine. Let’s be clear right away: this Alsace red is only called that in name. It actually has the characteristic taste of the Alsatian terroir—meaning it tastes like white wine—and is as light as a rosé. In short, you can bring some back to surprise friends or spice up your apéritifs.
We discovered a hidden gem here that isn’t in the guidebooks and offers a breath of fresh air: the Domaine du Windeck at 51 rue Principale.
It’s a 19th-century château now converted into a charity home, whose 11-hectare park is home to a wide variety of trees, including beautiful specimens usually found on the American continent. You’ll feel tiny under a "young" but imposing sequoia. During your romantic stroll, you’ll pass by a ruin, a stream, and if you’re as lucky as we were, you might startle a deer hiding nearby.
The lady at the reception lets you know it’s free, but if you’re generous enough to donate 2 €, you’ll receive a map of the park with some explanations.
http://www.foyer-ottrott.com/
« Tout le monde s'interroge sur comment laisser une meilleure planète à nos enfants, mais on devrait plutôt penser à laisser de meilleurs enfants pour notre planète. » Clint Eastwood
A short hop after Rosheim, the fifty most attractive kilometers of the Wine Route begin in Obernai. This town of 13,000 inhabitants enjoys a fair amount of tourist success.
The town center is surrounded by ramparts where you can take a pleasant stroll. Right in the center, the market square and the belfry square follow one another. You’ll see beautiful old houses with colorful roofs, the old town hall with its impressive belfry over 50 meters tall, and the lovely Renaissance well with its flowers and buckets. All around, as you’d expect, restaurants and bakeries. Take a walk through the surrounding streets—there are lots of interesting buildings. For our part, we really liked the Chapel of the Mount of Olives, next to the cemetery behind Saint Peter’s Church.
For those with the time or interest, two significant sites lie in the hills west of Obernai. First, there’s Mont Sainte-Odile, a pilgrimage site where Saint Odile, the patron saint of Alsace, is buried. It has everything: a church, cloister, chapels, and a sarcophagus. At nearly 800 meters above sea level, deep in the forest. If you take one of the paths descending from it into the woods, you might come across the mysterious Pagan Wall, built by the Celts at least 22 centuries ago for reasons still completely unknown today.
Finally, about ten kilometers further west, the remains of the Struthof camp. Also high up in the forest, this was the only WWII concentration camp located in France. The sinister entrance gate, the photo exhibits, and the sight of the rooms where monstrous experiments were carried out leave visitors speechless. We’ve seen images like this a thousand times in films, but standing in front of such a place in real life is something else entirely. It’s not exactly a "must-see," but it’s an essential visit for the sake of remembrance...
« Tout le monde s'interroge sur comment laisser une meilleure planète à nos enfants, mais on devrait plutôt penser à laisser de meilleurs enfants pour notre planète. » Clint Eastwood
Let’s take a little detour for our wine-loving readers.
Alsace wine is primarily made from white grape varieties. I won’t list them all or give you a lecture that many winemaker-owner-growers will deliver on-site with far more talent and professionalism.
But I’ll share a few personal thoughts anyway.
Let’s be honest: Alsace wine is underrated and often overlooked. When you drink several white wines from different regions and then taste an Alsace white, you can’t help but notice its fruity notes, its bouquet—basically, its *terroir* that sets it apart and makes it instantly recognizable. Is it an exaggeration to say it’s also *frankly better*? At the very least, it’s a happy alchemy between the generous sunshine on these slopes and a terroir like no other.
In the latter part of the 20th century, we moved from white wines loaded with sulfur that gave you a headache after three glasses to the creation of the "grand cru classé" designation for certain parcels (around fifty).
Among the grape varieties, the standouts are Riesling (dry and classic), Pinot Gris—formerly known as Tokay—(dry but fruity and elegant), and Gewurztraminer (very fruity and sweet).
For sweet white wine lovers, stepping into the cellars is like getting a taste of paradise: many know and appreciate wines labeled "vendanges tardives" (late harvest). Harvesting as late as possible before the frosts yields a distinctly sweet, luscious wine that’s hard to stop sipping—and you’ll pat yourself on the back for the great deal you got. This wine is made from the three grape varieties mentioned, and personally, I prefer it with Pinot Gris, but they’re all excellent. Yes, with Alsace white wine, you’re never in for a bad surprise.
But what I really want to draw your attention to is THE NECTAR: don’t die an idiot—treat yourself to one or more bottles of one of the world’s most sublime wines at a still-affordable price.
Indeed, on certain parcels and when the climate allows, the winemaker lets "noble rot" thrive on the grape clusters. This is actually botrytis, a fungus that develops under very specific climatic conditions. It concentrates the juice in the grape, which shrivels, and adds complexity to the flavor. On the bottle, you’ll see the label "Sélection de Grains Nobles." Winemakers sell the 75cl bottle for 40 to 60 € depending on the estate’s reputation, but sometimes you can find it much cheaper depending on stock. This wine can be enjoyed right away, but it can also be aged for 20 years. You might detect pronounced notes of honey, apricot, or mango. As for the price, remember that it’s not possible to produce this every year, that the grapes sometimes have to be harvested by hand (not mechanically), and that it may require several passes. There’s a cost to that, of course.
Finally, I think you’ll generally find better prices with small winemakers: the Alsace wine will be the same everywhere, but with subtle flavor nuances.
A little warning, though: in summer, the coolness of the cellars is a relief because the heat is heavy on the plain. You’re relaxed, sipping a few small glasses—so watch out for the 30°C blast when you step outside...!
For those who enjoy firewater, the options are endless. The region specializes in mirabelle, quetsch (plum), kirsch (cherry), raspberry, Williams pear, and pretty much any berry that can be foraged in the forest. But be careful—it’s often 40/45% alcohol, *to kill germs*, you know.
And that’s nothing compared to what my grandmother used to bring me from who-knows-where. I have great memories of it—not because she never made me pay, but because I’d occasionally let friends try it without warning them...
But what I really want to highlight again is the queen of spirits: Gewurztraminer marc. This schnapps is made from partially fermented grape must. The aroma is unmistakable—you can’t confuse it with anything else—and what a fruity punch, my friends. I can only recommend a little tasting, and if anyone ever finds a better one anywhere in the world, I’ll be amazed.
« Tout le monde s'interroge sur comment laisser une meilleure planète à nos enfants, mais on devrait plutôt penser à laisser de meilleurs enfants pour notre planète. » Clint Eastwood
From this point on, it becomes difficult to list all the villages and suggest a choice among them. After Obernai, you’ll want to take a look at Barr and its medieval center, as well as Heiligenstein with its beautiful 16th-century fountain. A few kilometers further, you’ll stroll for a while in Mittelbergheim, which is also on the list of the most beautiful villages in France due to its architectural unity and its 16th-century houses.
On our side, we really enjoyed passing through Andlau, a charming little town nestled under the hills, recognizable from afar thanks to its castle with two towers looming over it. Its emblem is the bear, stemming from an old legend, which explains some of the paintings and sculptures. There are still some very pretty houses here and there, and it’s pleasant to have a drink in the town hall square.
While the abbey church doesn’t look like much at first glance, we loved the interior. There’s the statue of Saint Richardis, the founder, described as "the most beautiful woman ever seen in this world." What a delightful representation—this statue with such a well-crafted face, a bear at her feet, and in her hand, a model of the abbey from that era. At the back of the abbey, we were left in awe by the shrine of Saint Richardis, mounted on four feet and adorned on its sides with magnificent relief figures. This 14th-century piece is absolutely stunning. Note that you can also access a crypt where a few coins will turn on the lighting, allowing you to admire some magnificent ancient works and sculptures.
As in many villages, you can reach the two castles either by road or via forest paths. We left the Haut-Andlau castle for another time and went to see the ruins of Spesbourg. Up there, it’s so peaceful, and as always, the view of the village, the vineyards, and the Alsace plain is a real treat.
« Tout le monde s'interroge sur comment laisser une meilleure planète à nos enfants, mais on devrait plutôt penser à laisser de meilleurs enfants pour notre planète. » Clint Eastwood
At this point in the trip, it might be worth making a little detour east, crossing the motorway toward the Rhine to visit Ebersmunster.
This town is known for its stunning Baroque abbey, the kind you’d usually only see in Austria. The interior is particularly impressive—the artists did a great job without making it feel overdone.
« Tout le monde s'interroge sur comment laisser une meilleure planète à nos enfants, mais on devrait plutôt penser à laisser de meilleurs enfants pour notre planète. » Clint Eastwood
Back on the wine route, after Andlau we quickly pass through Blienschwiller, where we admire the pretty château that a winemaker has set up for themselves along the way.
Nearly next to this village is the fortified but very flowery town of Dambach-la-Ville, with its share of old houses. By this point, you’ll have long noticed that Alsatian villages are all competing with each other to win the title of the world’s most flowery village. The king of balconies is the geranium, which, if not the prettiest flower, is particularly well-suited for brightening up balconies and window boxes. Everywhere, this mix of old objects, well-maintained typical houses, and floral spaces adds a lot to that fairy-tale feeling. Above the village stands a château, Bernstein.
Make one more tiny hop, and you’ll find the charming village of Scherwiller... and in the middle flows a river.
Not far from Scherwiller stands the second château that’s easiest to spot from the highway: the Ortenbourg fortress, recognizable by its pentagonal keep. If you take a walk there, you’ll come across the ruins of another château below it, Ramstein.
« Tout le monde s'interroge sur comment laisser une meilleure planète à nos enfants, mais on devrait plutôt penser à laisser de meilleurs enfants pour notre planète. » Clint Eastwood
Since this is a selfless effort, we’re happy just knowing we might make a few people happy in the future.
But people like you who reach out—or will reach out—already give us our reward...
« Tout le monde s'interroge sur comment laisser une meilleure planète à nos enfants, mais on devrait plutôt penser à laisser de meilleurs enfants pour notre planète. » Clint Eastwood
There are now just a few kilometers left to cover before reaching the border of the Bas-Rhin department.
You’ll first pass through the village of Chatenois, which is home to a charming old town hall and several historic houses. You can also admire the Witches’ Tower there, but the highlight is the church tower flanked by four turrets, giving it a distinctly medieval look.
Once again, you’ve barely started the car before stopping in Kintzheim. It’s the surroundings of Kintzheim that draw visitors. From April to early November, you can watch the Eagle Show in the castle courtyard, featuring several species of large birds of prey. It’s a hit with families, especially since the Monkey Mountain is just a short distance away. There, a large group of macaques roam freely, and you can even feed them. It’s a bit like traveling without really going anywhere.
« Tout le monde s'interroge sur comment laisser une meilleure planète à nos enfants, mais on devrait plutôt penser à laisser de meilleurs enfants pour notre planète. » Clint Eastwood
Perched on the border of two departments, as if to seal their unity, stands the majestic symbol of Alsace—one of France’s most visited monuments and a dream for both young and old: the Haut-Koenigsbourg Castle.
Whether you arrive by road, highway, or during a visit to the surrounding area, it will inevitably catch your eye.
This imposing castle was built on a vast rocky spur at 800 meters above sea level. Fortunately, its structure suffered less damage than other castles in the region.
Then came the year 1899. Alsace had been unwillingly German again for 28 years. When Emperor Wilhelm II visited the region, the villagers at the foot of the hill proposed restoring the castle. Not only was the emperor a great enthusiast of fortresses, but it would also be an opportunity for him to showcase a magnificent and impressive image of Germany at its border with France.
With the Germans, when there’s a project, there’s no fuss: 1) decide, 2) plan, 3) execute. As a result, no expense was spared: a locomotive was brought to the site, and electricity was available there before the villages in the plain had access to it. The best technicians and historians were involved.
The genius of the project was making a simple but brilliant decision: the monument would be rebuilt identically. The Germans’ lack of flair saved history! They used what remained to restore what was destroyed, and the rest was reconstructed either based on old engravings or by copying structures from the same era elsewhere in Northern Europe.
The result? Stepping inside, ladies and gentlemen, you’ll feel like you’ve traveled back a few centuries.
Its color makes it unique, and its size will leave you in awe.
Countless details will delight you. The frescoes, the numerous weapons, the furniture, and the cannons all add to the overall impression.
We recommend visiting right at opening time—there’ll be fewer people. Don’t miss the guided tour; the medieval kitchen is worth the detour.
During a trip to Alsace, Haut-Koenigsbourg is the cherry on top. Let’s just hope the weather’s nice. Kids, at least, will be thrilled...
« Tout le monde s'interroge sur comment laisser une meilleure planète à nos enfants, mais on devrait plutôt penser à laisser de meilleurs enfants pour notre planète. » Clint Eastwood
Let’s take another little detour to talk about the Alsatians.
Almost everywhere, especially in the countryside, you’ll hear them speaking a rather odd and particularly incomprehensible language. That’s the Alsatian dialect, probably older than France itself. In fact, our close German neighbors in Baden, on the other side of the Rhine, understand us perfectly.
Alsatian sounds quite folksy and funny. It’s also very colorful and pretty much untranslatable. Those who understand it know it’s probably the best language for comedy theater. So don’t hold it against them too much. Some older folks struggle so much with French that it’s better they don’t speak it too often. Besides, on that note, many of our fellow countrymen are starting to catch up...
Generally speaking, Alsatians are disciplined, hardworking, and organized. That’s handy for tourists because restaurateurs run good restaurants, winemakers make good wine, and hoteliers are great hosts.
Sometimes you might get the impression that Alsatians seem austere and reserved. It’s just that they’re serious. Those who’ve lived in Alsace realize that behind that first impression, there are people who love to laugh, live life, and who you can count on.
In tourist-heavy spots, visitors often remember meeting competent, friendly, and endearing people. Alsatians have always respected their guests.
Other than that, Alsatians really like things to be "choli" (nice/pretty). No wonder there’s so much cleaning, painting, and flowers everywhere!
Alsace was German from 1871 to 1919 and again from 1940 to 1945. Imagine the distress of a whole people whose hearts and way of life were tied to France, only to be forbidden from speaking French and giving their children French names. Let’s not hide the despair many felt when they saw France defend them so poorly against the enemy and then abandon them so easily. And what about all those young men, the "malgré nous" (against our will), forcibly enlisted into the German army, many of whom never returned? And for what result? For a long time, especially in the 60s and 70s, those who went on vacation elsewhere in France with a car registered in Alsace were regularly called "boches." It’s good to remember history, but isn’t it sometimes better to let go?
« Tout le monde s'interroge sur comment laisser une meilleure planète à nos enfants, mais on devrait plutôt penser à laisser de meilleurs enfants pour notre planète. » Clint Eastwood
You’ve barely stepped down from the Haut-Koenigsbourg castle when you find yourself already in the neighboring Haut-Rhin department.
The first village you come across is Saint Hippolyte, and it’s just as charming as the others.
A few kilometers further, Bergheim welcomes you with its towers, ramparts, and its thousand-year-old lime tree, under which our ancestors were already celebrating back in the 1300s.
Before passing under the tower at the village entrance, you’ll spot a little man carved into the stone, making a strange gesture—the LAK MI. If we want to keep it polite, LAK MI translates to: "See my backside." The story goes that Bergheim was the most open-minded town in Alsace during the Middle Ages. People who had committed certain offenses took refuge there, assured they could live safely. The LAK MI figure symbolizes this man escaping his pursuers by taunting them a little...
« Tout le monde s'interroge sur comment laisser une meilleure planète à nos enfants, mais on devrait plutôt penser à laisser de meilleurs enfants pour notre planète. » Clint Eastwood
I’m only talking about the Alsatian Vosges here, not the other side of the range in the Vosges department.
This region is fabulous even for those who aren’t too sporty—or not sporty enough. The altitude is moderate, and depending on the area, there are trails for everyone. Not only is the forest incredibly diverse in its composition, but the beauty of the landscape is constant throughout both departments. I’ve seen so many stunning viewpoints, so many rocks with strange shapes, and so many pleasant trails.
I’ve never in my life encountered a forested range with such a wonderful scent as the Vosges. Those who go there with a keen nose will experience it. Even if you’re not hiking, many villages and castles are right next to or within the forest. Just walk a few dozen meters and take a deep breath...
Another plus: it’s extremely well-marked everywhere. In fact, the Vosges Club was founded back in 1872 and still has a large membership today. This organization, a true institution in Alsace, has had plenty of time to establish and maintain all possible trails.
What’s more, some of these hiking trails pass by *fermes-auberges* (farm-inns) where you’ll be served hearty, delicious meals made from local and very natural ingredients.
At such reasonable prices.
The Three Castles circuit above Ribeauvillé really impressed me, but I’ll come back to that later. On the other hand, I highly recommend the Three Lakes circuit (Lac Blanc, Lac Noir, Lac des Truites) for those who can do it. A fantastic day trip, about twenty kilometers west of Colmar. Here’s a link: http://www.alsacerando.com/ficherandos/68005/
Quarries in these hills have long supplied the pink sandstone used throughout Alsace—you’ve probably noticed it in many of our photos. Occasionally, you’ll come across a monument that’s more yellow. Yep, in some places, there’s also a bit of yellow sandstone.
« Tout le monde s'interroge sur comment laisser une meilleure planète à nos enfants, mais on devrait plutôt penser à laisser de meilleurs enfants pour notre planète. » Clint Eastwood
We knew, Michel, that sooner or later you’d spot this travel journal—one that’s also a journal of nostalgia for me.
It actually adds a touch of exoticism to our usual stories about Southeast Asia...!
Here, we share with French speakers, and over there, it’s the Thais who return the favor.
If you also find enjoyment in reading us, you’ll know it makes us really happy...
« Tout le monde s'interroge sur comment laisser une meilleure planète à nos enfants, mais on devrait plutôt penser à laisser de meilleurs enfants pour notre planète. » Clint Eastwood
A few kilometers after leaving Bergheim, you arrive in Ribeauvillé. It's a town of 5,000 inhabitants that, along with two of its neighbors, forms what I consider the tourist heart of Alsace. Every early September, since the Middle Ages, a very popular minstrels' festival has been held there. You'll find a few of them depicted or engraved here and there.
As soon as you arrive, you can see part of the old fortifications.
Zooming in a bit, you can see who their current occupants are. I must admit: whenever I return to Alsace, the sight of storks on the rooftops has the same effect on me as Proust's madeleine—it almost brings a tear to my eye. The one I saw in my hometown one spring day in the 70s was one of the few survivors at the time. This migratory bird has faced many challenges, from the scarcity of food in fields and marshes to high-voltage power lines and hunting in Africa. A growing awareness has helped preserve this other symbol of Alsace. Several parks are dedicated to them. Those raised locally lose their migratory instinct and stay put.
When the old houses are in full bloom and you also have the large nest on the roof with the pair of storks chatting away, clacking their beaks, you get a beautiful postcard effect...
The town stretches out lengthwise and tends to charm visitors more and more as they explore further.
With its beautiful old houses, you'll notice the fountains, the unusual town hall, and the beautiful butchers' tower.
Ribeauvillé takes its name from the Lords of Ribeaupierre, who long held their fiefdom. They had plenty of time to build three castles just above the small town. While only the tower of one remains, the overall structure of another is relatively well preserved. Near the end of the village, by the Hôtel des Trois Châteaux, a path on your right leads you to them one after the other. First, you find yourself next to the vineyards overlooking the town, then you head into the forest. The climb gets quite steep toward the end, so allow enough time, but it’s doable without exceptional physical condition. A good way to cool off, stretch your legs, and work up an appetite...
Finally, be aware that in this part of the region, buses arrive daily. Obviously, it’s mostly well-off couples, families, and retirees. But if you want to visit in peace during the high season, it’s best to come very early or... much later.
« Tout le monde s'interroge sur comment laisser une meilleure planète à nos enfants, mais on devrait plutôt penser à laisser de meilleurs enfants pour notre planète. » Clint Eastwood
Once again, just a few kilometers are enough to reach the next destination.
Hunawihr doesn’t have the architectural wealth of its neighbors, but it does have a rare feature: the fortified church that served as a refuge for villagers as far back as the 15th century still stands. Its position above the village, surrounded by vineyards, gives it a special charm. And it offers a great view—you can even spot the castles of Ribeauvillé.
« Tout le monde s'interroge sur comment laisser une meilleure planète à nos enfants, mais on devrait plutôt penser à laisser de meilleurs enfants pour notre planète. » Clint Eastwood
Riquewihr is a major tourist hotspot in Alsace. Since this little town is tucked away in a dead-end, it escaped the fighting of the Second World War that ravaged the area around Colmar.
On the main street, you won’t know where to look or what to photograph first. Just take your time strolling through it. Some remnants of the past are absolutely stunning, and the pictures will say far more than words ever could...
« Tout le monde s'interroge sur comment laisser une meilleure planète à nos enfants, mais on devrait plutôt penser à laisser de meilleurs enfants pour notre planète. » Clint Eastwood
Great job on your writing and photos! They gave me a bit of the blues... I guess it's because I've been living in the Philippines for 5 years now.
Being Alsatian, I know the region pretty well, but not so much north of Strasbourg. I'm planning to return to Alsace at the beginning of 2018 for a few months and take several trips in May and June.
Thanks again, Joel!
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Tout ce qui ne me tue pas, me rends plus fort
Ni dieux, ni maitres
I sometimes read your posts on VF.
Thanks for the kind words, and sorry about the rough patch. Have a drink on us when you get there...
« Tout le monde s'interroge sur comment laisser une meilleure planète à nos enfants, mais on devrait plutôt penser à laisser de meilleurs enfants pour notre planète. » Clint Eastwood
After leaving Riquewihr and joining the Wine Route, you’ll notice that the villages become much more ordinary, with a somewhat unattractive 1950s feel. There was intense fighting in this area during the winter of 1944. Period photos show true fields of ruins where, just days before, villages as rich and picturesque as others in the region once stood. Destruction rates reached 90%.
When the French and American armored divisions finally gained the upper hand, they realized that among the enemy corpses were many adolescents—some almost children. In its murderous madness, the German Reich had stooped to unimaginable depths of ignominy.
A small detour takes us to Kaysersberg. It’s worth noting that Ribeauvillé, Hunawihr, Riquewihr, and Kaysersberg are all aligned in a straight line, barely ten kilometers apart as the crow flies.
This is the birthplace of Dr. Albert Schweitzer, a physician, pastor, philosopher, amateur organist, and Nobel Peace Prize winner in 1952 for founding the leper colony in Lambaréné, Gabon.
The setting is charming, with vineyards and hills close by. Here too, the trip is well worth it for several reasons. Do I even need to mention the stunning Alsatian half-timbered houses...
Apart from the Renaissance town hall, be sure to take a look inside the church. The wooden Christ figure (4 meters tall) will immediately catch your eye, but the real highlight is the enormous and magnificent 16th-century wooden altarpiece. Truly impressive.
As you wander deeper into the village, you’ll see a remarkable fortified bridge from the same era, complete with arrow slits and even a tiny chapel. And of course, not far away, the ruins of the 12th-century fortress. I highly recommend visiting—it’s not a long walk, and the viewpoint is stunning.
« Tout le monde s'interroge sur comment laisser une meilleure planète à nos enfants, mais on devrait plutôt penser à laisser de meilleurs enfants pour notre planète. » Clint Eastwood
Let’s close with a little detour into Alsace’s gastronomy.
When it comes to this topic, everyone inevitably brings up sauerkraut. Sure, but for me, it’s not the exotic dish it might be for others. I had it once a month, and while my teenage stomach could handle that kind of feast, I’ve got to admit it’s not the pinnacle of French cuisine.
So, I’ll share a few personal highlights and tips that’ll surely make some of you happy.
When Alsatians go out to eat on Saturday and Sunday evenings, it’s usually to enjoy tarte flambée. An old colleague told me a quarter-century ago that, back in the day, villagers would gather leftovers at the end of the week and spread them on dough they baked in the oven. That’s how this specialty was born. It’s basically a pizza-like dough topped with a mix of fromage blanc and crème fraîche, generously sprinkled with bacon and onions. A few minutes in a very hot wood-fired oven, and you’re done. Those who want can get it gratinated with cheese, with mushrooms (forestière), or even as an apple tarte flambée for dessert. Over the last fifteen years, tons of variations—savory and sweet—have popped up, but in my opinion, they often distort the dish more than they enhance it. Okay, I’ll admit I’m a purist.
Like anywhere else, the chef can be great, average, or, more rarely, bad. The dough will be thin and crispy or thick and soft.
Avoid tarte flambée in big cities and the most touristy spots if you can. As I always say, you should eat it in small villages where the air smells like manure... Don’t hesitate to ask locals where they go for tarte flambée. If you follow their advice and see a bunch of cars parked outside the restaurant, you’ll know it’s a good spot. Just remember, it’s often only available on Saturday and Sunday evenings, and sometimes you’ll need to book ahead. When you eat tarte flambée in the villages, you’ll notice it’s bigger, better, and cheaper than elsewhere. In other places, it’s not always wood-fired, the dough is either undercooked or too thin, they use too much fromage blanc and not enough crème fraîche, and the bacon isn’t as good...
Here’s an example of what to look for:
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These shots were filmed at the restaurant "En Buerehoft" (At the Farmyard) in Rottelsheim. When leaving Haguenau heading south toward Strasbourg, don’t take the expressway—stick to the old national road on the left. The first village you’ll hit is Niederschaeffolsheim. At one of the intersections, turn right toward Rottelsheim. After a few kilometers, you’re there. It’s simple: you’ll see the church, the town hall, some farmhouses, a few homes, and the restaurant.
It’s one of many little villages in the countryside where you’ll feel truly off the beaten path. Generally speaking, in Alsace, you get both quality *and* quantity. If you don’t have a huge appetite, ask what’s in the dish first—there’s often so much generosity that you might not even need an appetizer. The size of the sirloins or rib steaks? You don’t see that everywhere...
I’ll also mention that in the Vosges, there are tons of larches and fir trees. Even though bee populations have been struggling lately, they still produce a fir honey that, in my opinion, has no equal. It’s *way* better than flower, acacia, or forest honey. It’s a deep red to dark brown honey with a rich, pleasant flavor. Personally, I’ve never tasted better. A heads-up for honey lovers!
Alsace also produces the best bacon—right between German bacon (too strong and smoky) and French bacon (lighter and less flavorful). You’ll find it at good butchers, farms, or, more rarely, sold by producers on the side of the road. You’ll smell it and just *know*. Two slices fried up on a winter afternoon with toasted bread and two soft-boiled or fried eggs? You’ll thank me later. It keeps easily in a cloth, even if you’re traveling 2000 km, and freezes without a problem.
« Tout le monde s'interroge sur comment laisser une meilleure planète à nos enfants, mais on devrait plutôt penser à laisser de meilleurs enfants pour notre planète. » Clint Eastwood
At the start, they just bring you the board. As the tarts bake, the waitresses move from table to table. When you don’t want any more, you say stop, and it immediately goes to the next table (the tart, not the waitress).
You can spot the tourists because they cut their slice into small pieces and eat it with a fork. Regulars roll their slice up completely and eat it like that. Some ladies, in a more elegant gesture, fold it in half and eat it that way—but always by hand.
The board comes with a knife. The most skilled diner cuts the tart: into 4 pieces if there are two of you, 6 pieces if there are three... 8 pieces if there are eight. Though with eight people, you often have a big table and two wooden boards.
Many restaurant owners will accommodate different tastes—for example, making you a tart that’s half regular, half gratiné, or half gratiné, half mushrooms.
Back in my prime, I once ate two whole ones, but my stomach skin was *very* stretched afterward.
Of course, this is the best example of what you might be served. In cities or major tourist spots, the tarts are often half the size, less creamy, and more expensive.
In this type of countryside restaurant, other dishes are often on the menu. Those who order steaks should know they come from the local butcher. Be warned—they’re often double the size of what you’re used to being served...
« Tout le monde s'interroge sur comment laisser une meilleure planète à nos enfants, mais on devrait plutôt penser à laisser de meilleurs enfants pour notre planète. » Clint Eastwood
I think it’s the same everywhere—you usually eat better in small restaurants that locals frequent.
The problem with your story is that my list of "must-sees" just keeps growing. Before I’ve even left, I can tell I’ll need to plan another trip to your beautiful region! 🙂
Note that there’s a dessert you’ll find more often in Alsace than in other regions: the Dame Blanche. In a large coupe, you’ve got vanilla scoops topped with a generous amount of whipped cream. Over the top, hot chocolate. Every time I’ve asked for the hot chocolate to be served separately, in its own container, the server has kindly obliged. Whether it’s the ice cream, the whipped cream, or the chocolate, I’ve almost always been served exceptional products. And I’m not even talking about the size of the glass coupe or the amount of product in it... here’s one that was a little smaller than usual:
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« Tout le monde s'interroge sur comment laisser une meilleure planète à nos enfants, mais on devrait plutôt penser à laisser de meilleurs enfants pour notre planète. » Clint Eastwood
True... And you’re not even mentioning all those dishes with names that sound impossible for the uninitiated! I’m thinking especially of spaetzle—I still don’t know how they’re served, and I’m definitely planning to try them during our upcoming trip. I want to be on the lookout for those traditional dishes you don’t hear about often, unlike sauerkraut, which everyone knows.
Visitors will also love kougelhopf, a unique and delicious sweet brioche perfect for breakfast. This specialty also comes in a savory version for appetizers, with small bits of bacon.
In some bakeries, you’ll notice that almond croissants, éclairs, mille-feuilles, and fruit tarts are twice or even three times the size compared to elsewhere.
The following photos were taken in Eguisheim, at the bakery facing the village square.
When you see the damage on the scale after your vacation, please be kind enough not to blame me or the Alsatians...!
« Tout le monde s'interroge sur comment laisser une meilleure planète à nos enfants, mais on devrait plutôt penser à laisser de meilleurs enfants pour notre planète. » Clint Eastwood
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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’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:
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)
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 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)
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.
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
Avant notre Départ
La préparation de ce voyage a commencé 9 mois avant notre départ au mois de Juin. Pour ceux qui veulent faire un circuit similaire, il est important de réserver les hébergements très tôt, surtout dans les campsites de l'Okavango et de Savuti au risque de ne pas avoir de place.
Présentation
Après avoir fait la Zambie il y a 3 ans ainsi que la Namibie et l'ouest du Botswana il y a 1,5 ans, le choix s’est porté cette année sur le Zimbabwe (Hwange NP) et la moitié nord du Botswana.
Le vol depuis Paris est à destination de Victoria Falls avec Ethiopians airlines et une escale à Addis Ababa. Location d'un 4x4 chez Bushlore à Kasane avec deux tentes sur le toit puisque nous sommes 4 pour ce périple. La compagnie Bushlore vient nous chercher à notre guesthouse pour aller récupérer notre 4x4 et surtout nous faire une présentation de la voiture et de son équipement. Faites vraiment attention à ce que l'on vous dit car cela peut s'avérer primordial en cas de problème comme ce sera notre cas pendant le voyage.
Notre Parcours
Nous sommes arrivés le 12 juin à midi à destination. A l'aéroport de Victoria Falls dès l'arrivée nous faisons l'acquisition de notre Visa à "Double Entrée" que j'avais au préalable réservé sur internet sur le site https://www.evisa.gov.zw/ .
Comme notre véhicule est positionné au Botswana, nous devons nous y rendre depuis Victoria Falls en franchissant pour la première fois la frontière entre le Zimbabwe et le Botswana.
Le lendemain matin, la compagnie Bushlore vient nous chercher à notre guesthouse pour aller récupérer notre 4x4. A la fin des formalités, nous prenons la route direction le Zimbabwe et la ville de Victoria Falls.
Le matin réveil matinal pour être aux chutes Victoria au lever du soleil. Superbe paysage mais comme nous sommes au début de la saison sèche, il y a beaucoup d'eau dans le Zambèze et donc un débit important aux chutes. Ceci ne permet pas d'en apprécier toute la beauté.
En début d'après-midi , nous partons pour Hwange NP dans lequel nous restons 4 jours. Deux jours à Gwango campsite près de Dete et ensuite deux jours à Robins Camp. Nous pensions voir plus d'animaux à Robins, en fait cela n'a pas été le cas. A Hwange, nous n'avons pas vu de prédateurs mais quand même une multitude de mammifères ( buffles, éléphants girafes, zèbres et antilopes).
Après cette incursion de quelques jours au Zimbabwe, nous retraversons la frontière à Pandamatenga pour retourner au Botswana. Une escale au Nata lodge pour une bonne nuit de repos car il est fatigant de conduire sur la piste.
Nous quittons Nata pour nous diriger vers Nxai Pan, la piste est sablonneuse mais c'est relativement facile. Nous faisons un petit crochet pour aller admirer quelques beaux spécimens de baobabs à "Baines Baobabs". Ensuite nous reprenons la piste pour nous rendre dans notre campsite le Nxai pan South camp. Il faut savoir que beaucoup de campsites au Botswana ne sont pas clôturés (sauf la partie douches toilettes) et que donc les animaux peuvent se promener librement au sein du camp. Quelques précautions sont donc à prévoir surtout à la nuit tombée.
Après cette halte dans le pan de Nxai, nous reprenons la route pour Maun. Nous avons décidé de faire une halte à Maun avant de rejoindre Moremi et le delta de l'Okavango pour trois raisons. La première était que nous devions faire le plein de vivres et d'essence pour les 5 prochains jours, la seconde parce que notre réfrigérateur est en panne (heureusement bushlore à une succursale à Maun) et la troisième que le trajet de Nxai à notre camp de Xakanaxa dans le delta aurait pris trop de temps. J'évite toujours de conduire à la nuit tombée.
Nous arrivons donc le 21 Juin en début d'après-midi dans notre camp de Xakanaxa. Ne voulant pas perdre de temps nous réservons une balade en bateau sur le delta de l'Okavango, départ à 16h00 pour une durée de 2 heures pour assister au coucher de soleil. Pour ceux que cela intéresse à droite de l'emplacement Xakanaxa X1 , il y a un panneau pour faire des balades en bateau. La personne qui les organise est très pro et pratique des prix sans commune mesure avec ceux des lodges.
Une belle balade dans le delta et un superbe coucher de soleil. Il est bien plus reposant d'être en bateau plutôt que sur la piste. Ce qui ne nous empêche pas de faire le matin et en fin d'après-midi le lendemain des self-drive avec notre véhicule.
Voici venu le moment de quitter la zone du delta pour nous diriger vers Savuti, une région bien plus sèche. Et c'est là que commence la partie la plus difficile de notre voyage. Tout d'abord, nous décidons de remonter par Khwai , la saison des pluies est terminée mais la zone est marécageuse. Cela nous oblige à traverser quelques petites zones d'eau que nous sondons pour vérifier que nous pouvons les franchir. Heureusement sur la route un panneau nous indique la route à suivre pour rester plus ou moins au sec. Nous arrivons à Khwai sans encombre et c'est ensuite que nous avons commis une erreur majeure. Au lieu de suivre la piste principale pour remonter vers Mababe Gate et rejoindre Savuti Camp, nous avons pris une piste rectiligne qui remonte plein nord et ensuite une piste sur la droite pour rejoindre notre camp. Erreur de jugement puisque nous nous sommes ensablés, une roue arrière enfoncée à mi-hauteur dans le sable et une autre à l'avant qui ne touche plus le sol. Au point de connaitre une véritable peur de ne pouvoir nous en sortir, le tout sur une piste déserte et à vingt kilomètres de notre point de chute quand la nuit va tomber dans deux heures. Là où ma recommandation d'être attentif aux instructions relatives au véhicule prend tout son sens puisqu'il a fallu utiliser le cric de levage afin de résoudre le problème. Bilan : nous arrivons au camp site de Savuti peu avant la nuit ( Distance : 146,3 km, Durée : 9 heures, 56 minutes et 3 secondes, Vitesse moyenne : 14,7 km/h , trace prise avec Osmand ). A la réception, la personne ne comprend pas par ou nous sommes passées, car en effet nous n'avons franchi aucune porte d'entrée de la réserve de Savuti.
Le lendemain matin personne n'a envie de conduire et nous faisons donc un game drive avec un guide. Je ne sais pas si c'est une forme de récompense mais la sortie est formidable. Nous avons le plaisir de voir trois lions et surtout une troupe de lycaons que nous avons le temps d'admirer et de photographier. Le lendemain, nous faisons un petit self drive et nous retrouvons un des lions de la veille qui se désaltère à un point d'eau. Fin de notre aventure à Savuti.
Nous partons maintenant vers Kasane. Nous restituons notre voiture et nous nous installons pour nos deux dernières nuits à Kasane. Le lendemain matin, comme nous n'avons plus de voiture, nous décidons donc de faire un dernier game drive matinal à Chobe NP qui se révèle là aussi plutôt réussi avec le suivi de deux lions qui sont frères et beaucoup d'autres mammifères. Le seul inconvénient de Chobe est qu'il y a beaucoup de touristes , cela nous change des autres parcs que nous avons faits. Ceci dit nous sommes nous-mêmes des vacanciers donc ... Le soir, nous faisons une ultime balade en bateau sur la rivière Chobe pour finir en beauté avec un très beau coucher de soleil.
Une bonne nuit de sommeil et pleins de merveilleux souvenirs, de paysages, d'animaux et d'émotions mais il est temps de repartir. Nous partons tôt le matin avec la même compagnie de taxi qu'à l'aller afin de franchir une dernière fois la frontière vers le Zimbabwe pour rejoindre l'aéroport d'où nous décollons pour rentrer en France.
Nous avons atterri à Victoria Falls au Zimbabwe et sommes allés directement au Botswana à Kasane pour récupérer notre voiture.
Notre véhicule est un 4X4 car en Zambie, il est pratiquement impossible d'utiliser autre chose surtout dans les parcs nationaux. J'ai déjà eu le plaisir de visiter le parc national de South Luangwa, c'est une des motivations pour ce voyage, la principale raison étant de voyager en Afrique avec un de mes fils.
Première étape Livingstone au bord du fleuve Zambèze, sur la route nous découvrons un restaurant très agréable chez Socrates avec un patron super sympathique (d'ailleurs à notre retour nous y ferons une autre escale). Nous faisons notre première nuit dans le tente de toit après un superbe coucher de soleil, accompagné du grognement des hippos dans le fleuve.
Le lendemain départ de bonne heure, direction Kafue NP. En fait les départ seront toujours de bonne heure, lever entre 5h00 et 5h30 du matin et départ une heure plus tard. Kafue est un parc méconnu, il est essentiellement boisé, les animaux sont craintifs car peu habitués à la présence humaine. Nous avons traversé le parc du sud vers le nord et avons croisé la route de diverses antilopes. Aux abords du lac Itezhi-Tezhi, on trouve des plaines et une faune plus facile à observer.
Après Kafue, direction South Luangwa. Ce trajet nécessite de faire des étapes à Mumbwa et Petauke. Deux étapes agréables où nous avons trouvé des lodges (cela change un peu de la tente sur le toit de la voiture) à des prix abordables et rencontré des personnes accueillantes.
South Luangwa est pour ma part le plus beau parc de Zambie, la rivière est magnifique, les paysages superbes et on y trouve une grande diversité animale y compris bien sûr les grands fauves. Un conseil pour ceux qui comme nous ne sont pas accompagnés d'un guide, si vous restez plusieurs jours aux abords du parc, n'hésitez pas à faire un "game drive" et ainsi repérer les endroits où se trouvent les animaux, afin d'y retourner le lendemain avec votre propre véhicule. Bien sûr en saison sèche, il faut privilégier les points d'eau pour voir les animaux et aussi avoir de la chance. La population d'éléphant est en croissance et nous avons eu la chance de voir au petit matin la traversée de la Luangwa par un soixante d'éléphants répartis sur plusieurs groupe. South Luangwa est le point le plus à l'ouest de notre voyage, nous repartons vers l'est afin de nous rendre dans le Lower Zambezi.
Le Lower Zambezi est la partie Zambienne de Mana Pools coté Zimbabwe. C'est sur le Zambèze que nous avons fait une balade en bateau pour voir les éléphants, hippos, crocodiles et une multitude d'oiseaux qui vivent au bord de l'eau et sur les diverses îles du fleuve. Le coucher de soleil est là aussi magnifique.
Pour notre découverte du parc, nous avons longé les cours d'eau en parallèle du Zambèze surtout sur la partie ouest (voir notre trajet). Le Lower est le dernier parc que nous visitons, la dernière étape de notre circuit sera les chutes Victoria.
Victoria Falls ou Mosi-Oa-Tunya (la fumée qui gronde), ces chutes sont véritablement impressionnantes même pendant la saison sèche. Nous avons vu les chutes à partir des deux pays, en Zambie pour la perspective globale et le pont qui sert de frontière, au Zimbabwe pour être au plus prés des chutes les plus spectaculaires.
C'est la fin de notre voyage, qui malgré l'explosion d'une roue sur la route aura été sans problèmes majeurs. La Zambie, un bien beau pays qui nous projette dans une nature sauvage et encore préservée.
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?
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!
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.
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
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
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 even interest anyone other than myself (both for the discovery and the writing). But after a few people asked, "Are you going to write a journal?" and especially after rediscovering the joy of reading other travelers’ journals about Japan or elsewhere on this forum, I’ve decided to share my 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 again this year.
Since I regularly check flight prices to track fluctuations for this destination even without concrete plans, stumbling upon 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 much hesitation between exploring the San’in region (Matsue, Tottori, Yamaguchi) and Southern Shikoku, the decision was made—I took the plunge! The ticket is 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 better than in 2023.
Departure in 2 weeks! Now I just have to get everything ready!
Intense prep work over these next 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 revisiting beloved spots...
decide how much time to spend in each 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, but last year, we realized that last-minute options were pretty expensive, so we’re booking ahead—though we’ll keep a few options open in case 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—are we going to be drenched the whole time???
"What hard work," you might say! Going to Japan for a month—what a tough 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, there weren’t many seats left, so we’re only sitting together on the international return flight. Plus, on the way there, we have 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 already time to fly!
PS: I’ll be posting slowly and irregularly... so for those interested, be patient, and maybe set an alert...
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!
After a first trip to South Africa in 2009 that enchanted us, we decided to return to this part of the world this year.
Given how much I enjoy reading others' travel journals, I'm mustering up the courage to try my hand at this kind of exercise (which I'm not used to at all 😕).
Thanks, of course, to everyone who answered my questions and helped finalize this trip...
So, it's decided—it'll be Southern Africa... but where, with only two weeks of vacation?
Victoria Falls, which we had to cancel in 2009 due to turbulent Zimbabwean elections, was automatically back on the itinerary (yes, I know some say "the falls, meh," but I wanted to see them 😛!). We added South Luangwa and ultimately swapped Chobe and Hwange for Lesotho.
We have no experience driving a 4x4, which limited our routes in both countries, especially since it's not yet the dry season... but that didn’t stop us from bringing back amazing memories.
Sunday, April 14: After a smooth flight (and even quite comfortable in BA’s brand-new 747), we land early in the morning in Johannesburg.
We pick up the car (a little Micra) and off we go toward Clarens, our first stop. We get back into the swing of driving (moving over to the right—sorry, to the left—to let others pass, flashing lights, hazard signals, "thank you," "you’re welcome"...).
I was expecting a small town, but Clarens looks more like a village: a large grassy square,
a few cars,
and dirt roads as soon as you leave the main street.
Still, we found the same quality of South African B&Bs here. We stayed at Patcham Place (the little white speck in the photo above is our Micra!).
We end the afternoon with a walk around Clarens and its surroundings. No doubt about it—it’s autumn...
Monday, April 15: We set off for Lesotho on nearly deserted roads, heading toward Malealea.
We quickly cross the border at Caledon Poort, and the atmosphere changes: more people on the roadside, animals, scattered huts... and lots of traffic police!
We still managed to get stopped four times! Mostly, after checking our driver’s license, it was just to chat for ten minutes or so (police aren’t like that back home!). Well, one officer wanted to fine us for not waiting for him to wave us through after I stopped at a stop sign. After some tough negotiations, he let us go 😇.
We leave the main road and find ourselves in wilder landscapes.
The road narrows until it becomes a dirt track. A short climb to the gates of paradise:
... and then it’s just a matter of descending toward Malealea.
Malealea is like a village within a village. You’ll find different types of accommodations, a canteen-style restaurant (no menu choices, but the food is great, and it’s a fun way to chat with others around big tables), and lots of activities offered in partnership with the locals.
We’re shown different rondavels to choose from... we pick this one:
Simple but clean and functional, with a private bathroom.
On the bed, "real" Basotho blankets.
We decided to stay two nights to have a full day there.
Tuesday, April 16: We opted for a four-hour pony trek to the waterfall—nothing difficult, everything is done at a walking pace, with just a few "slightly" steep climbs and descents where you have to trust the Basotho ponies (no worries, they’re sure-footed 😏).
The landscapes are truly stunning:
We walk down to the waterfall (which isn’t anything special—it’s the trek itself that’s worth it) and take the return path...
... crossing through Malealea village again.
We spend the rest of the day exploring the area, reading in the sun, and sipping marula coffee on the bar terrace.
We really loved the family atmosphere in Malealea and how the locals were involved in the activities.
Wednesday, April 17: We hit the road again toward Katse. The owner of Malealea advised us against taking our car through Theba Tseka (I know Chris did it last year around the same time, but since we’re not very adventurous, we’ll go back through Maseru and Leribe—oh well, we’ll just take the same route back from Katse).
Quick aside unrelated to the story: putting together a travel journal is taking even longer than I thought 🤪... so, the rest will come a little later...