15/2
Zut, j’ai encore oublié d’éteindre ma couverture chauffante… J’ai eu un peu chaud cette nuit. Ah mais non !!! (j'suis con) Je suis en Inde, chez Léon !!!
Mais quel délicieux réveil...
« Didi, coffee ? » Je saute hors de mon lit et court ouvrir la porte. « Rita !!!! » Elle dépose le café sur la table en bambou de la terrasse et l’on se sert dans les bras. Rita est l’une des femmes qui travaillent au guesthouse, c’est mon sixième ou septième séjour ici, on s’adore.
Qu’il est donc bon de retrouver des personnes qu’on aime...
Je suis arrivée hier en Inde par un vol via Istanbul, Bombay, ensuite un vol domestique jusque Vishakapatnam, et de là directement un taxi pour le Chandoori Sai guest house.
La température est parfaite, un peu moins de 30° et une légère brise.
Comme j’ai reçu de mon frère son super appareil photo à prêter (un coolpix P510 avec zoom optique x 42 !), je pars me balader dans la nature environnante pour l’essayer...
16/2
Deux adorables anglaises sont arrivées ce matin, Camilla et Bou. Elles aussi sont de grandes amoureuses de ce pays, c’est leur premier séjour au sud Orissa.
La journée se passe, je me balade, m’assois sur les marches d’un petit temple et observe ce village que j’aime, la vache qui déambule, le coq picorant dieu sait quoi, une gamine à bicyclette passe plusieurs fois devant moi, n’ose pas répondre à mon hello mais me sourit timidement, un vieux est installé sur le devant d’une porte. Aucun bruit de moteur ne vient troubler le chant des oiseaux, du coq, un chien aboie au loin...
Le soir venu nous nous retrouvons tous les quatre, Camille, Bou, moi et Léon, autour du repas, toujours délicieux avec tous ces produits frais et fait maison… Léon a montré à Rita et d’autres, comment faire des pâtes fraîches, raviolis, linguinis etc. On se régale ! De plus comme Camille aime la bière belge, j’ouvre une leffe blonde. C’est bien la première fois que j’apporte de la bière de chez moi, mais c’est pour une amie avec qui je vais voyager plus tard 😎
17/2 : Camilla et Bou m’ont proposé de les accompagner au marché de Kunduli ce matin. J’y ai déjà été trois ou quatre fois, mais c’est toujours un émerveillement pour les yeux (et l’objectif) de voir ces marchés tribaux colorés...
L’après midi, je rencontre Raj Inde, guide spécialisé sur l’Inde du sud et francophone. On se connait via internet :)
Au soir je m’en vais. Je prends le train de nuit pour Bhubaneshwar. Damendra me conduit à la gare avec la jeep de Léon. Comme je n’ai pas réservé de ticket, j’achète un billet en classe générale, monte dans la second sleeper, et quand je chef de train arrive, je lui achète le ticket approprié. Je sais par expérience, que l’Hirakhand express n’est jamais plein.
Je ne dors pas bien, pas encore habituée au décalage horaire sans doute. Dire que quand j’avais 30 ans, je ne le sentais quasi pas… Seulement je ne les ai plus… De plus la banquette est dure, j’ai mal aux os de la hanche. (Ta G. Parvat ! Tu préfères être dans ton lit en Belgique ? Non, mais j’aurais dû choisir la classe 3 a/c au lieu des secondes... )
18/2
Dans la matinée j’arrive chez Ajay que je connais, via le site couchsurfing, depuis plusieurs années. Sue, sa femme, m’apporte un délicieux lunch; ensuite Ajay m’emmène au temple yogini de Hirapur, à la sortie de la ville.
Le temple est rond, de l’extérieur il ne paie pas de mine mais une fois rentrée dans le temple… J’y trouve 64 déesses en granit noir, debout sur un animal, un démon ou une tête humaine représentant la victoire de Shakti (force féminine).
Je suis étonnée de voir une forme féminine de Ganesh...
Les Yoginis entourent un autel ou la déesse Kâli semble danser, sur une tête humaine représentant ici le triomphe du cœur sur l'esprit...
Ajay me dépose en ville, et je vais traîner dans les magasins, m’offre un café dans un « Coffee Day », déjeune d’un riz biryani dans un bon p’tit resto très kitsch, retourne voir pour la x ème fois le temple de Mukteshwar que j’aime beaucoup, y traine plus d’une heure, me repose dans l’herbe, regarde les écureuils, écoute les oiseaux, écris mon journal...
En fin de journée j’ai été à une foire aux textiles venant de tous les coins de l’Inde mais surtout de différents coins en Orissa. J’ai craqué sur une magnifique tunique de Sambalpur.
19/2
Je tourne en rond toute la matinée… A 13h la voiture – chauffeur arrive. Elle est conduite par le souriant Dadhu, et nous partons pour l’aéroport. Arrivée là je trépigne d’impatience...
Nous sommes trop tôt et je fume beedie sur beedie.
Enfin le vol a atterri, je les vois à travers la porte... Mais qu’est-ce que je suis contente !!! :D
Fainéanter dans un monde neuf est la plus absorbante des occupations... (N.Bouvier)
coucou et MERCI Fabienne !!
Ce début de carnet donne la pêche !!!! et quel plaisir de revoir Rita !!
La suite avec ...... va donner un carnet haut de gamme !!!
Je vais rester muette mais très attentive pour apprécier la suite 😉😉
à bientôt
bises
Mariejo
Qui a l'habitude de voyager sait qu'il vient toujours un moment où il faut partir...
Paulo Coelho
Nous voici enfin arrivés à Bhubaneswar. Avec mon optimisme habituel, j’ai un peu tardé à acheter les billets pour le vol Mumbai – Bhuba et le vol direct qui m’intéressait était complet ! Du coup, escale et changement d’avion à Hyderabad après une ½ nuit à l’aéroport de Bombay. Bref, nous ne sommes pas bien frais quand nous arrivons …
Avant de récupérer les bagages, je repère Fabienne qui nous attend à la sortie, pétillante comme une bouteille de champagne, elle est en Inde depuis quasi une semaine et cela se voit, elle rayonne.
Embrassades, retrouvailles et présentations (nous serons 4 - le couple d’amis avec qui je voyage régulièrement en Inde est aussi du voyage et n’a jamais rencontré Fabienne - pour ce voyage en Orissa).
Nous quittons illico Bhuba pour nous rendre dans un village perdu au nord de Cuttack, dans un hôtel – guesthouse repéré sur internet, le Kila Dalijoda. Nous avons préparé toutes les deux le programme de ces 12 petits jours (pour nous !) depuis un long moment, en essayant de tenir compte des jours de marché, des fêtes religieuses (la Shivaratri a lieu pendant notre séjour tout comme le nouvel an tibétain et on va visiter un grand temple tibétain sur la route …), des kilomètres, des lieux encore inconnus de Fabienne, bref, c’était pas de la tarte.
Nous allons passer 3 nuits dans cet endroit hors du temps, l’ancien relais de chasse d’un rajah du Bengale, construit dans les années 1930, abandonné depuis bien longtemps et rénové patiemment par son petit fils depuis une dizaine d’années. Pour l’instant, deux chambres seulement sont proposées aux visiteurs, mais quelles chambres, plutôt des appartements tant c’est immense. Les propriétaires, Debjit et son épouse Namrata sont charmants, disponibles et très intéressants. On prend à peine le temps de poser nos affaires et de passer des tenues plus légères, puis nous partons en compagnie de Debjit dans la campagne environnante car la nuit tombe vite et malgré la fatigue accumulée, on a envie de découvrir. On comptait voir un marché tribal (dans ce coin, marchés les jeudi, vendredi, samedi et dimanche, pas de pot, nous sommes là dimanche, lundi, mardi donc le marché c’est aujourd’hui ou jamais) mais c’était sans compter sur les élections pour les Panchayat, les assemblées de villages : le marché a été annulé par peur des débordements. On parcourt un moment la campagne (j’ai pas fait de photo, mais étrangement, plein d’affiches électorales collées à même la route, je n’avais encore jamais vu cela), on s’arrête dans un tout petit village tribal avec des maisons en toit de chaume, des poules et des chèvres, quelques personnes dans les cours avec qui nous échangeons quelques sourires, puis dans une « maison de retraite » pour vaches sacrées, un endroit immense avec quelques centaines de vaches d’après Debjit. On croise une procession de femmes qui fête les élections en dansant. Dans ce coin perdu, c’est une femme qui a gagné.
Retour à l’hôtel à la nuit tombée. Délicieux dîner en compagnie de nos hôtes qui nous régalent avec les légumes du jardin et les histoires racontées par Amrata, une véritable conteuse.
Pas de photo de cette première journée, j’avais un nouvel appareil, pas vraiment testé avant de partir qui m’a fait des misères … Il aura fallu la sagacité et la patience de Fabienne, le premier soir pour comprendre pourquoi les photos étaient en rafale (sur l’appareil, puis en vidéo de 5 secondes sur mon ordi en rentrant – rien à en tirer). Alors Fabienne, si tu veux illustrer ce post …
ça y est Fabienne, j'ai commencé ton carnet....je vais vous suivre toutes les deux en silence...ou presque!
Sympa ce début à 4 mains ;-)
Je sens que vous allez provoquer un nouveau lieu de destination sur ma liste indienne 😄
"Je vous souhaite de rêver à n'en plus finir, et l'envie d'en réaliser quelques uns...je vous souhaite d'aimer ce qu'il faut aimer et d'oublier ce qu'il faut oublier." Jacques Brel
Merci aussi Chantal, Dany et Julie 🙂
V'là une p'tite suite...
"20/2
Ce matin mon ami Ajay est arrivé pour visiter le Kila Dalijoda, (dans le cadre de son boulot) et comme sa femme Sue n’a jamais encore visité les sites bouddhistes de Ratnagiri, Udayagiri et Lalitgiri, nous y allons tous ensemble.
Deux heures d’une jolie route plate longeant des étendues énormes de rizières, et nous commençons la visite par Lalitgiri, le moins spectaculaire.
A l’entrée, un guichetier salue comme militairement la voiture d’Ajay, nous suivons… Le site est joli, mais pas transcendant. Nous y trouvons les ruines d’un monastère bouddhiste et un petit musée agréable et meublé de jolies statues.
Un peu d’eau ? Une mandarine ? Du personnel nous suit avec des collations…
En redescendant le chemin, cette fois le guichetier ne nous rate pas. Allez les touristes : 200 rps par personne ! Et uniquement pour ce site ci !
Bon au suivant….
Encore une fois les portes s’ouvrent pour les voitures… Ajay a un poste important au département des forêts et une voiture de fonction ou sur la plaque d’immatriculation est noté « Forest Department », et encore une fois on le salue militairement…
J’aime beaucoup ce site malgré qu’il n’y ait que quelques statues à peine sorties du sol, et quelques temples et monastères vraiment très en ruines, c’est que ces sites datent du 5eme siècle quand même.
L’endroit est comme perdu au milieu de nulle part, il règne un de ces calmes….
Un peu d’eau ? Du raisin ?
Au troisième site, Ratnagiri, celui qui est le plus beau de tous, nous payons encore une entrée de 200 rps. Une magnifique porte en pierre bleue toute sculptée retient notre attention. Il fait une chaleur de dingue... A tel point que je m’arrête au pied d’un arbre splendide, et profite de son ombre.
Un peu d’eau ? Raisin ? Mandarine ? Banane ? Il ne manque plus qu’une chaise à porteur pour me sentir comme une maharani…. D’ailleurs je suis trop bien, je laisse Christine continuer la visite."
Fainéanter dans un monde neuf est la plus absorbante des occupations... (N.Bouvier)
Bon, alors je continue puisque ta petite pause ne t'as pas permis d'admirer tous les vestiges du site. Tu te croyais toute seule, "hop, je me repose et rêvasse un peu sous un arbre ombragé et je continue plus tard " , mais pas possible avec des indiens, pressés, pressés. Enfin, si tu l'as fait, tu t'es reposée sous un arbre mais il te manque un morceau du site.
Comme tu n'as pas mis de photo de la porte bleue et des merveilles cachées dans cet enclos, je m'y colle
Je n'ose imaginer la taille de ce Bouddha, la tête est si imposante ...
Pendant que Fabienne s'accorde un petit moment, on tente de suivre Ajay et sa suite sur la colline, car ils vont d'un bon pas et il fait déjà bien chaud, surtout pour nous arrivés la veille et ayant subi un sacré changement de température. Là haut, d'autres vestiges, d'autres "mini-stupas" et une vue sur la campagne. Les trois sites (Lalitgiri, Udayagiri et Ratnagiri sont sur des belles collines, étonnantes dans ce paysage extrêmement plat - Giri signifiant colline en je ne sais quelle langue).
Les touristes indiens ont laissé quelques souvenirs dont on aurait pu se passer. Ils avaient même de la craie pour signer sur les monuments ...
On retrouve Fabienne sous son arbre ombragé (tiens, elle a disparu de la photo !)
et suis prête à remonter la colline avec elle mais c'était sans compter sur l'insistance d'un petit gros en chemise bleue, qui fait les visites avec nous depuis ce matin (à son arrivée au Kila avec Ajay, il a commencé par sortir de son coffre des noix de coco fraîches qu'il nous a ouvert avec dextérité et nous les a collé dans les mains sans que nous ayons un mot à dire ou à redire). Bref, depuis le premier site, il ferme la marche et répète sans arrêt avec un accent à couper au couteau "lettess go, lettess go". Ici, il n'y coupe pas et il faut vraiment y aller, on le sent.
Il est quasi 15 h, nous n'avons pas encore mangé et nous savons par Fabienne qu'Ajay veut nous inviter pour le déjeuner. Ils ont sans doute peur que les restos (le resto ?) soient fermés. D'ailleurs, ils ne doivent pas être légion dans ce coin un peu isolé.
Nous regagnons les voitures, et c'est parti. En fait de resto, nous arrivons dans une guesthouse du département des forêts, tout en haut d'une autre colline, avec une vue époustouflante. Les abords de la maison sont fleuris comme pas possible, il y a même un petit parc arboré, et des centaines de singes partout. Ajay a commandé un repas par téléphone dès hier et quel repas ! Moment surréaliste, où nous sommes assis autour d'une table remplie d'assiettes, de coupelles de divers légumes, de riz, champignons ... avec autour de nous, la ronde des serveurs, des hommes en tenues de garde forestiers veillant à ce que l'on ne manque de rien, nous resservant sans arrêt (on n'a pas intérêt à finir une coupelle, je l'ai appris à mes dépens) et nous protégeant des singes chapardeurs avec moult batons . Par contre, rien à boire, même pas un petit verre d'eau. Ce sera pour plus tard, assis devant une table basse à admirer la vue.
Tout cela fut assez inattendu et sidérant, entre cet accueil princier et le soleil, nous sommes assommés. Ajay et Sue nous quittent pour Bhubaneswar et nous invitent à rester encore un moment profiter encore de la vue et de l'endroit en compagnie du petit gros, qui s'avère être le responsable des forêts du district. Le grand chef, plutôt discret est parti et cela se sent ... Il appelle les gardes pour un oui pour un non pour montrer sa puissance et son rang. On repart avec un sac de rasgullah dégoulinants de sucre et miel, que nous n'avons pu avaler tant le repas était copieux pour une longue route jusqu'au Kila où nous passons une soirée délicieuse en compagnie de Debjit et Namrata, toujours aussi bonne conteuse.
Ce repas gargantuesque, avec les gardes qui éloignaient les singes avec un bâton pendant que nous mangions, fut inoubliable. Ajay et Sue partis, nous sommes restés encore une heure à profiter de cet endroit relativement luxueux avec vue imprenable.
Retour au Kila Dalijoda, et apéro avant le dîner. Namrita et Debjit, les propriétaires, sont adorables et humbles malgré leurs illustres ancêtres. Namrita descend des Bundelas, dynastie régnante sur le Madhya Pradesh à partir du 15ème siècle, mais leurs origines remontent au Mahabharata. Quant à Debjit, il nous montre une photo de son grand père assis sur une balance, donnant son propre poids en or….
21/2
Je n’écris pas beaucoup en compagnie de Christian, Geneviève et Christine, j’aime tellement leur compagnie que je ne me retire pas souvent seule pour écrire mon carnet, ou alors le minimum comme aujourd’hui.
Nous partons voir des villages d’artisans. A Nuapatna nous sommes invités à l’intérieur des maisons pour voir le travail des tisserands… De talentueux artistes nous montrent leurs créations primées.
Ensuite nous allons dans un village (j’ai oublié le nom) ou l’on fabrique de l’art appelé « Dokhra ». J’adore cet artisanat, dommage que l’on ne voit pas comment se passe le travail dans ce village, à notre arrivée, on déballe tout, et on choisit ce que l’on souhaite acheter. (Vraiment pas cher, on s’y donne à coeur joie)
Mais ici j’ai trouvé une petite vidéo qui explique de A à Z le travail.
On déjeune dans un family restaurant, absolument délicieux, légèrement épicé, pas trop, juste comme j’aime. Dadhu, notre chauffeur, s’assoie à une autre table. « M’enfin Dadhu ? Viens avec nous ! » Il est adorable notre Dadhu. Il parle mal l’anglais mais fait de son mieux. Au volant il est un vrai Bouddha. Il conduit admirablement et ne s’énerve jamais, le sourire toujours prêt à éclater.
Cette après midi nous allons à Joranda, voir le temple de Mahima vénéré par des sadhus.
Sur la route nous apercevons une limousine toute fleurie, avec des jeunes dansant sur la route. Le futur marié s’en va rejoindre sa future mariée. On s’arrête et je vais rejoindre les danseurs et prendre quelques photos.
A Joranda les temples sont surprenants. Des animaux de toutes sortes ornent l’entrée des temples.
Nous assistons à la puja….
Et la journée se termine. Qu’est ce qu’on est bien au Kila Dalijoda… Apéro et dîner divin. C’est la première fois que je m’offre un hôtel dans un tel décor, et je dois avouer que j’adore ca. Notre suite comporte : Une chambre, un salon, la salle de bain-musée du grand père, une terrasse, et la salle de bain moderne. On dort comme des loirs...
Fainéanter dans un monde neuf est la plus absorbante des occupations... (N.Bouvier)
La suite ... et un petit complément à ton dernier post pour commencer
Je crois que le village avec les artisans Dhokra s'appelle Saidebareni. Enfin, c'est tout à côté, dans un nouveau hameau fait de bric et de broc, avec des maisons en cours de construction car d'après Dadhu, les tribaux ont déménagé récemment dans un nouvel endroit suite au viol de l'une de leurs femmes et des bagarres dans le village.
Tous les endroits précités (Nuapatna, Saibadeiri, Joranda) sont à l'ouest de Cuttack, dans les environs de Dhenkanal. Le tour complet fait 200 km depuis le Kila, situé un peu au nord de Cuttack ... mais on n'a rien sans rien.
Merci Fabienne pour la vidéo qui explique bien tout le processus dhokra.
Dommage que nous n'ayons pas vu cela, mais je ne désespère pas d'aller un jour au Bastar en prenant mon temps (si, si !)
Quelques photos du village Dhokra
et de Joranda
22/02
Je prends une leçon de cuisine avec Namrata à 6 h 30 pendant que tout le monde dort encore. Elle est en cuisine très tôt tous les matins puisqu’elle prépare elle-même, sans attendre la vieille dame qui aide à la cuisine, le déjeuner pour sa fille, qui reste à l’école toute la journée. Elle m’a proposé hier soir, devant mon enthousiasme pour un plat d’aubergines fumées de m’expliquer la recette mais très tôt, car après elle doit préparer sa fille pour l’école. Donc, à l’aube, nous voici aux fourneaux, en train de faire griller des aubergines directement sur la flamme du gaz (d'où le goût fumé), d’émincer de l’ail et des oignons, de nous brûler les doigts pour éplucher les aubergines mais cela en valait la peine. Aucune idée du nom de ce plat en Inde (j’ai même pas pensé à le demander, honte à moi) mais je l’ai déjà goûté et adoré en Iran comme Kaskh Bademjam, essayé en rentrant avec des recettes trouvées sur internet, mais je n’avais pas ce goût de fumée si caractéristique. Bref, ça y est, je sais le faire et je ne m’en prive pas… Mes compagnons de voyage ont dû, sur l’insistance de notre hôtesse, goûter ma préparation au petit dej et dieu sait qu’ils n’aiment guère le salé épicé au réveil !
Nous quittons ce matin le Kila Dalijoda avec regret, nous aurions pu profiter plus encore des richesses des environs. Debjit met à disposition quelques VTT assez modernes pour des virées en vélo dans les villages voisins - aucune difficulté à mon sens, c'est très plat et une grande balade à pied pour aller dans un hameau tribal perdu dans la forêt mais cela nécessitait la matinée et une bonne dose de courage pour les 10 km aller et retour sous cette chaleur accablante pour nous.
Nous avons prévu une seule journée pour Bhubaneswar, ses temples et son musée tribal et réduire ce temps à une demi- journée est impossible. Fabienne part longtemps et peut s’attarder dans les endroits qui lui plaisent, nous pas trop …
Beaucoup de circulation à Bhubaneswar pour parvenir aux premiers temples, mais passée l’heure de pointe, nous n’aurons plus de problème pour traverser la ville dans tous les sens.
C’est Dadhu qui, pour des raisons pratiques a décidé de l’ordre des visites : on commence par une série de trois petits temples tours assez simples (Laxmaneswara, Satrughneswara, Bharateswara) situés dans un minuscule parc ombragé, juste en face du Kusakeswara, un peu plus imposant. Derrière le temple, un grand réservoir quasi vide aux ghats sommaires.
De là, nous rejoignons à pied le Parasuramesvara temple, l’un des plus anciens de la ville (7ème siècle) abondamment sculpté,
puis tout près, le sublime Mukteswara, du 10ème, avec un torana étonnant, un joli bassin où quelques hommes font leur toilette et des sculptures incroyables.
On traîne un peu dans le quartier (café glacé sur une placette ombragée, temple Kedaresvara coloré et animé
Et la ronde des temples continue, en voiture en partie. On admire depuis la mini plateforme prévue à cet effet (c’est frustrant !), l’immense Lingaraj temple, interdit aux non hindous ! Il est quasi midi et la lumière est pas terrible pour la photo. Tellement moches mes photos que je n'en montre pas ... Impossible de faire mieux, le temple étant entouré d’imposants murs, sans la plate-forme, on ne voit rien.
Dans une ruelle menant au Bindu Sagar, un grand bassin entouré de quelques temples, on tombe sur le Sari Deul temple en rénovation. Ils sont en train de l’excaver car il a été en partie enterré au cours des siècles.
Un peu plus loin, au milieu des immeubles, un autre petit temple bien joli, puis un autre, puis ... C'est étrange, tous ces temples au milieu de la ville entourés par des immeubles modernes.
Beaucoup plus loin (la voiture est nécessaire), nous découvrons le Rajarani temple, seul temple de Bhubaneswar avec une entrée payante (et heureusement, car cela ne rigole pas, 200 roupies ! Vu le nombre de temples, cela pourrait faire une belle somme à la fin de la journée). Le temple du 11ème siècle est au fond d’un grand parc fleuri et les sculptures sont très belles (mais on commence à avoir l’habitude …, vous aussi, et comme je suis limitée en photo sur le post, je zappe
Pour finir, visite du Brahmeswara temple du 11ème également, un de mes préférés malgré les sculptures abîmées. Je n'ai que des photos de détails, qui finalement, ressemblent à celles déjà mises pour les autres temples.
Déjeuner tardif puis visite du tribal museum, très bien et gratuit, ce qui ne gâte rien. Superbes collections de bijoux, vêtements, ustensiles de cuisine, outils … bien présentés. Photos interdites et nous sommes bien surveillés. Des nombreuses animations informatiques (vidéos, photos, textes explicatifs…) auraient mérité que nous y passions plus de temps. Des jeunes artisans font des démonstrations au centre de chacune des salles et proposent leurs créations à la vente. Dans le parc fleuri, des reconstitutions d’habitat tribal. Un endroit à ne pas rater.
Installation rapide à l’hôtel Moonlight, avant de partir en virée en ville à la nuit tombée. Fabienne nous fait découvrir Big Bazar, un magasin sur deux étages sis dans un grand centre commercial moderne, proposant de très beaux vêtements, tuniques, dupattas. Le choix est immense, les prix doux … Ils ne rigolent pas avec la sécurité à l’entrée du centre commercial : détecteur pour rentrer, ticket de caisse pour sortir et sacs scellés !
On avait prévu d’aller au marché de l’artisanat, mais on se trompe d’endroit, rentrons dans une grande exposition de tissus de toute l’Inde, avec des centaines de stands tous plus attirants les uns que les autres où l’on peut acheter des saris, dupattas, salwar mais aussi du tissu au mètre
… Quand on sort de cette caverne d’Ali Baba pour amateurs de tissus indiens, il est trop tard pour le marché de l’artisanat, qui vient de fermer ses portes. Il me faudra revenir à Bhuba un de ces jours ! Un passage au resto Hare Krishna assez classe, décoré avec de magnifiques peintures, où pour faire passer les plats bien épicés, non dégustons notre première glace Kaser pista du voyage.
23/2
Voilà ce que j’ai écrit dans mon carnet : Café au lit – Pipli – Varahi temple à Chausari, super – Konark (resto biryani) – Puri hôtel Gandharam très bien/piscine – Plouf –Yeah ! Dîner au lotus.
Retravaillé ça donne ca :
Christine m’apporte le café au lit ! Merci Christine :D
(Elle avait commandé des cafés pour elle et Geneviève, mais ils sont arrivés déjà sucrés.)
On quitte le Moonlight guest house (1200rps la dble, sdb très correcte mais draps de lit aux « taches propres ».) avec plaisir car une nouvelle journée au pays de Shiva s’offre à nous, mais j’ai quand même un petit pincement au cœur car je commence à aimer cette ville ou je suis déjà venue de nombreuses fois.
Elle change, je découvre toujours des quartiers, des temples que je ne connais pas, il y en a tellement, et beaucoup sont en rénovation.
Donc nous quittons Bhubaneshwar pour Pipli, bled très touristique ou l’on vend toutes sortes d’artisanats de la région; des abats jours en tissus brodés, soies brodées de Jagannath, sacs à main, fauteuils suspendus en corde, d’ailleurs j’en achète un pour mettre chez Léon.
La route traverse la campagne plate et peuplée d’oiseaux.
Même si je connais cette région de l’Inde, je m’émerveille toujours autant. Nous nous prenons des petits sentiers perdus, Dadhu est notre toujours souriant chauffeur, demandant le chemin quand c’est nécessaire, nous emmène au temple de Varahi. Christine adore Varaha, le dieu à tête de sanglier, 3ème avatar de Vishnu (Il s'incarna en sanglier pour vaincre un démon qui avait entraîné la terre au plus profond des océans.) Elle a déniché ici un temple dédié à la forme féminine de Varaha, qu’on appelle donc Varahi.
Il est tout mignon, pas très grand mais avec de très belles sculptures du 9ème siècle, au milieu de nulle part, inconnu.
Prochain arrêt :Lunch à Konark avant de visiter le temple du soleil. Quel était le nom du restaurant ou j’ai mangé un inoubliable riz byriani? Je ne sais plus. (Allo Christine ?) Mais olalaaa, qu’est ce qu’il était bon !!!
Et après la visite du temple…
(photo de 2010, voir précédent carnet, car les échafaudages se sont multipliés)
(Non, ce n'est pas Khajurao)
Puri avec un hôtel avec piscine ! C’est la première fois que je m’en offre un. On s’installe et je vais nager, l’eau est parfaite. Christine me rejoindra plus tard, en attendant j’y suis seule…. Je vous dit pas le pied….
😎
Fainéanter dans un monde neuf est la plus absorbante des occupations... (N.Bouvier)
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Pendant que Fabienne et Christian dorment encore, petite balade au bord de la mer avec Geneviève. Il est à peine 7 h mais la plage est déjà bien encombrée par des touristes indiens, nombreux à l'occasion de la Shivaratri.
Sur le chemin de la plage, un minuscule temple avec deux beaux Nandi
Tout le monde s'amuse comme des gosses, quelque soit l'âge ou le sexe, sans aucun complexe, en témoigne cette photo d’un adulte sur un pneu-bouée.
Retour à l’hôtel pour le petit déj puis découverte du centre historique de Puri, vers le grand temple de Jagannath, malheureusement interdit au non hindous.
L’animation est à son comble sur la grand place précédent le temple (et nous le verrons ensuite, tout autour du temple), entre les pèlerins, les badauds, le bazar, les étals de fruits et légumes, les marchands de thé et de douceurs, les processions religieuses …
Que font ces grumes sur la grande place ??
C'est la première fois que je vais si au sud (si tant est que l'Orissa soit au sud !) et je n'avais jamais vu encore ces lunghis colorés. Les tenues des hommes sont encore bien traditionnelles pour combien de temps encore ?
Nous avons bien faire rire notre chauffeur en rapportant ces morceaux de bambous colorés, c'est l'équivalent indien de nos anciens martinets, pour les enfants pas sages ... mais nous n'en savions rien ! Ils auront pourtant belle allure en mobile dans le jardin.
Nous avons rendez-vous avec Dadhu à 13 h pour une après-midi dans la campagne environnante et nous quittons à regret les abords du temple. après un petit chaï.
Au programme, le village d’artisans de Raghurajpur, une visite dans le village de Dadhu et les célébrations de la Shivaratri dans un autre village, au milieu de rien, mais qui s'avèrera très animé et très fréquenté.
A une dizaine de kilomètres de Puri, belle surprise sur le bord de la route, un immense espace pour la lessive. Il semblerait que ce soit le linge des hôtels de la ville qui soit lavé ici. C’est coloré et bien animé, des hauts parleurs diffusant de la musique à plein pot.
Le village de Raghurajpur est magnifique puisque la plupart des maisons sont ornées de fresques, toutes plus belles les unes que les autres. C’est tout petit, une rue centrale avec des maisons mitoyennes, une ou deux ruelles, quelques plans d’eau …
Dans ou devant presque chaque maison, des artisans travaillent … et vendent et comme les touristes ne sont guère nombreux, nous sommes un peu assaillis de propositions pour rentrer dans les ateliers. Difficile de dire non, d’autant que les objets sont jolis et bon marché mais il faut ruser et se mettre d’accord entre nous pour essayer de ne pas en favoriser un plus que l’autre...
Je suis arrivée à mon quota de photo et j'ai à peine montré les découvertes de la demi journée ! Raghurajpur aurait bien mérité un post, les fresques sont vraiment étonnantes. Fabienne, je te laisse poursuivre la journée, je n'aurais pas le temps de continuer avant quelques jours ... la semaine s'annonce bien remplie pour moi, trop remplie d'ailleurs !
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Ah mais quel bonheur ce p’tit dej’ au bord de la piscine puis le tour en ville au temple de Jagannath qui est blindé de monde car ce soir c’est la Shivaratri !
Un p’tit tour à Raghurajpur, village très touristique grâce au « Pattachitra » (peinture sur canvas) typique de l’Orissa.
Qu’est-ce que j’aimerais une peinture telle que celle-là sur la façade de mon chez moi !
Les peintures sur ces maisons sont grandioses, vraiment. J'adore peindre sur les murs, mais ce n'est pas le même niveau 😏 :
(De retour à Raghurajpur...)
Malgré ma petite dizaine de visite dans cette partie de l’Inde, c’est la première fois que je viens ici. Je n’aime pas trop les sites très touristiques, on s’y sent comme un touriste 100% touriste, mais c’est beau, je suis contente d’avoir vu ce quartier.
Dadhu nous presse. Si on a faim ? Ah mais oui, nous allons prendre le lunch chez lui ce midi ! Dans son petit village ou tout le monde nous dit bonjour, nous nous arrêtons devant une maison en dur, simple, sans fioritures, juste un « Om » peint en rouge sur la façade décrépie. Nous traversons deux, trois pièces très peu meublées et nous voilà dans le jardin où une table a été sommairement dressée sous des cocotiers, des chaises dépareillées tout autour, nous sommes invités à nous asseoir, Dadhu nous tend des couverts qu’il a demandé à prêter quelque part, et les plats arrivent… Les uns derrière les autres… Il y en a beaucoup, et certains sont réellement divins…
Ensuite nous visitons le grand jardin, disons au revoir à la famille et aux voisins,
et reprenons la route. Ce soir, c’est la Shivaratri, nous allons voir un temple perdu au milieu des champs, mais très, très vénéré…./
Fainéanter dans un monde neuf est la plus absorbante des occupations... (N.Bouvier)
Bonjour,
Je ne savais pas vraiment organiser mon itinéraire mais grace à ton post, je sais maintenant!
Il est vrai que c'est une des rares parties de l'Inde que je n'ai pas encore visitée, je pensais que ce n'était pas terrible mais au vu de ton post, j'ai changé d'avis.
Je pense y rester une quinzaine de jours.
Je partirai d'Abmedabab après le festival des cerfs volants.
Peux-tu me dire comment contacter LEON (il parle français?) et crois-tu qu'il pourra me trouver un chauffeur pour 15 jours afin de faire le tour avec un retour final sur GOA.
Cordialement
Marie (on peut se téléphoner, si tu veux, donne moi ton tél en MP); on est belge....
MARIE
"Chaque voyage se vit différemment même si la destination est la même; c'est notre état d'esprit du moment et nos rencontres qui en font la différence"
Hello parlât, contente de retrouver la suite de tes aventures!!!
"Je vous souhaite de rêver à n'en plus finir, et l'envie d'en réaliser quelques uns...je vous souhaite d'aimer ce qu'il faut aimer et d'oublier ce qu'il faut oublier." Jacques Brel
Ce retour me rappelle notre petite escapade d'une semaine en Orissa, trois mois plus tôt (fin novembre 2016), après un séjour au Bhoutan. Et ton compte-rendu m'évitera de rédiger un carnet de voyage de plus, ce serait redondant puisque nous avons foulé exactement les mêmes lieux et visité les mêmes sites! Donc un grand merci! 😉
L'Orissa nous a permis de voir beaucoup de choses sur un périmètre restreint : sites archéologiques, réserves naturelles, villages d’artisans… Nous avons adoré la riche iconographie finement sculptée des temples de Bhubaneswar et de Konark et avons apprécié le musée tribal à Bhubaneswar. C'est une Inde différente et les personnes rencontrées sont d'une extrême gentillesse, très curieuses de notre présence en Orissa, notamment dans des endroits peu fréquentés par les étrangers comme les temples bouddhistes de Latigiri, Ranatgiri et Udayagiri. Que de fois nous a-t-on demandé des photos en leur compagnie ! Nous avons même été chaleureusement invités à un mariage!
En revanche nous regrettons de ne pas avoir séjourné, comme vous au Kila Dalijoda. En effet, nous avons eu une expérience malheureuse au Gajlaxmi Palace à Dhenkanal, un bien grand mot pour un «palais» glauque, sale et dans un état de délabrement avancé, sans parler de la froideur de l’accueil. C’est dommage, car l’environnement est superbe. Et quand nous avons découvert que nos « hôtes » ont laissé dormir notre chauffeur, dans sa voiture sans lui offrir le gîte et le couvert, nous avons décidé d'écourter notre séjour précipitamment ! Jamais vu ça en Inde! Pourtant cette guesthouse était recommandée par le Lonely Planet...
Êtes-vous allées au lac Chilika, où des dizaines de milliers d'oiseaux séjournent en hiver? Nous y avons effectué une agréable balade ornithologique en barque accompagnés par un guide très compétent du Centre écotouristique de Mangalajodi. Un de nos grands moments de notre périple en Orissa.
Je vais attendre patiemment la suite de ton récit! 🙂
Merci Julie, Dany, et Michant dont j'ai trouvé le compte rendu très intéressant, et les photos sublimes!!! 😎
J'ai rencontré le propriétaire du Gajlaxmi (à Joranda) qui s'est présenté...
- "Bonjour, je suis le maharadja "Nom" du gajlaxmi palace"
- "Bonjour, je suis Fabienne, belge" (j'ai failli répondre "Bonjour, je suis Fabienne de Belgique, descendante de la famille royale, mais je me suis abstenue 😄 )
J'ai été étonnée de la manière dont il s'est présenté...
Aussi j'ai été au Chilikka lors d'un précédent voyage, mais je ne l'ai pas bien visité. Le Mangalajodi, j'aimerais beaucoup y aller, j'ai entendu beaucoup de bien sur la manière de visiter le lac avec eux; je suis ravie que tu as beaucoup aimé, mais comme je voyage en général toujours plus de 6 semaines, je ne peux pas m'offrir des beaux hôtels tous les jours...
Le voyage va continuer vers le sud tribal Orissa, avez vous été?
Je vais aller lire le carnet sur le Bouthan...
Une suite va bientôt arriver, encore un peu de patience 🙂
Fainéanter dans un monde neuf est la plus absorbante des occupations... (N.Bouvier)
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Nous garons la voiture au bord d’un champ; Dadhu rouspète contre le gardien qui demande surement un bakchich 10 ou 100 x plus que la normale pour garder le « parking », et 100 mètres plus loin nous voilà dans une petite foule.
Tous les hindous des environs viennent demander la bénédiction de Shiva et lui faire des offrandes…
Des gargottes vendent de quoi se restaurer, ca sent bon le basmati et les curies.
Bom Bolenath ! Jai Mahadev ! Vive Shiva !
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Puri – Gopalpur… Premier stop à un petit village de tisserand, et deuxième stop au temple de Jagannath ou nous sommes les bienvenus. (mais pas de photos à l'intérieur du temple)
Avant de remonter en voiture, nous rentrons dans un petit magasin de chaussures, je cherche mes tongs préférées, (des Flite) super confortables et durables, chouette ! J’en trouve ! Cette fois ci je les paie 120 roupies alors que j’avais acheté ma première paire (il y a 3 ans) à 70 roupies. Pour le fun je marchande, mais lui ai quand même donné les 120 roupies. Je suis ravie.
Nous visitons encore deux temples tout près, avant de continuer la route…
Deuxième village de tisserands, ici, une trame longue de presque 30 mètres est préparée dans la rue. 5 saris vont être tissés sur la même trame. C’est impressionnant !
Arrivés à Gopalpur, on a toutes les peines du monde à rejoindre notre hôtel car il y a un petit festival et toutes les rues sont bouchées… Enfin on arrive à nôtre hôtel, ah non. Il est complet, pas de réservation pour nous… Dadhu part avec un gars de l’hôtel, revient 15 minutes après, et c’est bon, un autre est libre, il est bien et pas cher, ouf.
26/2 : Gopalpur - Kakirigumma…../...
Fainéanter dans un monde neuf est la plus absorbante des occupations... (N.Bouvier)
J'ai un peu honte, pas du tout le temps d'écrire ... mais tu as oublié l'épisode vannerie le long de la route en fin de journée alors je joins quelques photos.
Belle surprise en arrivant dans un village, surprise qui a nécessité évidemment un arrêt rapide mais quel arrêt. De chaque côté de la route, des dizaines de villageois tressent des énormes paniers et des drôles d'objets qui s'avéreront des "goupillons" d'Hanuman. Aucune idée du nom du village.
Finalement, étant lancée, je complète un peu ton post.
Pour ceux que cela intéresse, le village de tisserands s'appelle Pittal, le temple est à Khallikot et c'est un des seuls temples de Jagannath accessibles aux non hindous. D'habitude Fabienne, tu es plus précise dans tes messages ... c'est quoi ce relâchement dans les explications !! Comment veux tu que tes lecteurs partent sur tes traces si tu indiques "un joli temple coloré"
C'est devant ce temple que Fabienne a découvert devant l'entrée la même paire de Flite que ses adorées, achetées 3 ans plus tôt et ayant fait leur temps. Elle a voulu les échanger avec l'heureuse propriétaire (qui n'aurait pas perdu au change, Fabienne avait ce jour une belle paire de sandales) mais refus complet. Par contre, on a trouvé des Flite dans un magasin tout proche ...
Du coup, je m'y suis mise aussi, aux Flite !
Sur la route, un peu après Khallikot, découverte fortuite d'un autre temple, très coloré, avec un grand bassin, Nirmalajhar (merci les pancartes de l'ASI photographiées pour se rappeler les visites impromptues !) correspondant aux photos du temple rouge de Fabienne. Dans ce temple, j'ai particulièrement aimé l'ambiance et une sculpture de Krishna et ses gopis.
Toujours sur la route, une pancarte touristique un peu cabossée indique un site historique (sans plus de précision, juste "Athagadapatana historical site" à 5 km sur la gauche, par un petit chemin ..., et hop, "Dadhu, tu veux pas nous emmener voir le site indiqué ?"
On ne trouvera pas (ou plutôt si, on a vu le petit chemin tout broussailleux qui y mène mais pas envie ni les uns ni les autres de s'aventurer et de revenir griffés de partout) mais juste avant ledit site, un beau temple dans une grande enceinte avec des statues de Varaha comme j'aime. Que de bonus cette journée là !
Parvat! Chris70...On(je) veut une photo de vos Flites!!! aucune idée de ce à quoi ça ressemble 😕
sinon heuuuu....continuez ce super duo!
"Je vous souhaite de rêver à n'en plus finir, et l'envie d'en réaliser quelques uns...je vous souhaite d'aimer ce qu'il faut aimer et d'oublier ce qu'il faut oublier." Jacques Brel
et moi je veux non pas une mais plusieurs photos ...
des statues de Varaha comme j'aime
Flite ... heu, non ... flûte, quoi, on est frustré 😉
"Nous ne sommes plus une communauté d'être humains qui se parlent mais un conglomérat de grappes de consommateurs en niches, séparés les uns des autres par des obsessions diverses et innombrables. Nous sommes de l'ère de la désintégration." Marc Moulin (1942-2008) in Humoeurs
"Je vous souhaite de rêver à n'en plus finir, et l'envie d'en réaliser quelques uns...je vous souhaite d'aimer ce qu'il faut aimer et d'oublier ce qu'il faut oublier." Jacques Brel
20:50
L’Inde de Joanna Lumley (1/3)Le Tamil Nadu, Calcutta et le Sikkim
21:40
L’Inde de Joanna Lumley (2/3)Bombay, Ahmedabad et le Rajasthan
22:25
L’Inde de Joanna Lumley (3/3)Le parc national de Ranthambore, Delhi et le Cachemire
"Nous ne sommes plus une communauté d'être humains qui se parlent mais un conglomérat de grappes de consommateurs en niches, séparés les uns des autres par des obsessions diverses et innombrables. Nous sommes de l'ère de la désintégration." Marc Moulin (1942-2008) in Humoeurs
Pour qui connait déjà un tant soit peu l'Inde, c'est... moyen. A mon humble avis.
Avec quelques erreurs un peu grossières, comme celle d'attribuer une origine persane à la dynastie Moghole, laquelle venait d'Ouzbékistan après une première étape à Kaboul. Même si Humayun a reconquis son empire après un exil en Perse.
Et je goûte peu le cabotinage de Lumley.
Je lui reconnais tout de même le mérite de sortir souvent des sentiers battus, et d'échapper ainsi aux classiques sites vedettes du tourisme occidental en Inde (cf. Taj Mahal, Udaipur, Amber, Varanasi, Allepey, Pondichery, Goa...).
Mais on est loin des carnets de voyage qui nous entraîne en Orissa ou au Madhya Pradesh. Ou au Gujarat (cf. Chris70). Seulement sur VoyageForum 🙂.
Fabrice
S'exposer à l'Etranger lointain amène à mieux connaître et comprendre sa propre Culture.
Avec quelques erreurs un peu grossières, comme celle ...
... de nous faire croire qu'elle se trouve dans un wagon de troisième classe ... avec une fenêtre vitrée 🤪 Peut être que les Indiens avaient trop honte de la faire voyager véritablement en "sleeper class" voire même dans un "unreserved car"
Point "négatif" - à mon avis - c'est - lors de son passage à Ahmedabad et sa rencontre avec les Dalits - d'avoir dis que l'extrémisme hindou avec ses castes pourrait se révéler dangereux. Comme si d'autres religions ne pouvaient pas également présenter des dérives dangereuses. C'était assez réducteur comme réflexion.
Ça se laissait regarder avec plaisir.
Comme tu le fait remarquer on a échappé au top ten des lieux incontournables.
Valparai (que je ne connaissais pas) plutôt que Munnar
Dungarpur au lieu d'Udaipur. Putain cette Jaguar verte, j'l'ai pas vue lors de mon passage là-bas 😮
Et même les grandes villes Hyderabad, Bombay, Ahmedabad, Calcutta et Delhi présentaient des approches pas trop déjà vues.
En tout cas après la fin du film d'hier (A passage to India) et la fin de son reportage j'ai comme des envies d'aller au Cachemire 😛
PS rien sur l'Orissa ou la Madhya Pradesh dans ce reportage 😇
"Nous ne sommes plus une communauté d'être humains qui se parlent mais un conglomérat de grappes de consommateurs en niches, séparés les uns des autres par des obsessions diverses et innombrables. Nous sommes de l'ère de la désintégration." Marc Moulin (1942-2008) in Humoeurs
Bonjour,
Ce n'est pas ça qui m'a fait avancer dans le programme de mon voyage en Orissa....🤪
Jusque maintenant j'en suis à trois nuits à Bhubaneswar, 3 nuits à Puri et 2 nuits à Gopalpur.
Il me reste trois nuits pour aller voir les tribus mais les prix sont exhorbitants. Même pour dormir chez Léon, c'est 54 euros la nuit PC et là , il me faut encore un guide et une voiture.
Si quelqu'un a une idée.... Tous les devis que je reçois des agences vont de 900 à 1300 € et me semblent, en plus d'être onéreux, très fatiguants (tous les jours des centaines de km en voiture).
Je commence à hésiter d'avoir choisi cet endroit tellement c'est difficile. Je ne sais pas réserver de train d'ici et j'aime tout gérer à l'avance.
Cordialement
Marie
MARIE
"Chaque voyage se vit différemment même si la destination est la même; c'est notre état d'esprit du moment et nos rencontres qui en font la différence"
de nous faire croire qu'elle se trouve dans un wagon de troisième classe... avec une fenêtre vitrée Fou Peut être que les Indiens avaient trop honte de la faire voyager véritablement en "sleeper class" voire même dans un "unreserved car"
Je pensais aussi à celle-là. Une confusion entre classe 3AC et ce qui serait l'équivalent d'une 3ème classe, que l'on pourrait imaginer être la sleeper class et la General (quand pas saturée, par ex. sur le segment terminal avant Khajuraho).
Que de bons moments j'ai passé en Sleeper Class. Certes, sans la climatisation (et ses inconvénients), mais avec l'agréable brise de l'air rentrant par toutes les fenêtres grandes ouvertes.
j'ai comme des envies d'aller au Cachemire
Pas spécialement mis en valeur dans ce documentaire. Sans doute la période de tournage ne se prêtait-elle pas à de belles images dans les jardins moghols.
Malheureusement, la Vallée du Cachemire est actuellement très "troublée" même si à ce jour aucun occidental n'en a subi les conséquences.
Dans Srinagar, jamais au cours de mes voyages je n'ai eu à ce point le sentiment d'être dans une zone "occupée" : intense présence de forces de l'ordre, guérites, barrières de fil de fer barbelée (avec lames de rasoir !), nombreux véhicules militarisés en faction, y compris avec mitrailleuse en tourelle. Et c'était en août 2014, pendant une accalmie.
Fabrice
S'exposer à l'Etranger lointain amène à mieux connaître et comprendre sa propre Culture.
On fait un premier stop aux sources chaudes de Taptapani, je suis ravie car je n’avais jamais été et j’étais curieuse, mais bof de bof… Rien de bien folichon, quelques indiennes se lavent en utilisant plein de savon alors qu’un panneau est affiché en hindi et en anglais interdisant le savon, et dans une eau à la couleur pessimiste ou flottent deux ou trois cannettes et des sachets de lessive…
Un bâtiment abrite une autre source où l’on entend qu’il y a du monde, et de l’autre côté un hôtel offre des chambres assez cher avec des salles de bain (pas nickel du tout sur les photos de tripadv.) à l’eau de source.
On continue notre route vers Chandragiri, une communauté tibétaine.
Dans un village ou l'on s'est arrêté pour un chaï, un petit temple à Kâli
et une affiche "rigolote"...
Après quelques heures de route on arrive à un temple bouddhiste.
Il est désert, et joli, faut dire que je trouve toujours les statues de Bouddha belles et élégantes, celle-ci ne fait pas défaut à la règle.
Mais, en y regardant de plus près ce n’est pas Bouddha mais Padmasambhava, maître bouddhiste du 8ème siècle fondateur du bouddhisme au Tibet.
Un léger vent fait danser les drapeaux tibétains, caressant au passage les mantras imprimées et les dispersant sur le monde ...
On a tous le sourire, heureux, la vie peut être bien belle, et vive les voyages.
On continue vers le monastère…
Les peintures qui recouvrent les murs sont délicates et fines.
Je veux m’approcher près du Bouddha central mais non, je ne peux pas. Un petit moinillon tout sérieux adore son rôle de nous interdire d’approcher, il joue de son « autorité » et je suis déçue de l'ambiance...
Dans la ville de Chandragiri:
Nous sommes surpris de voir un bâtiment "indo-anglais" dans ce coin paumé...
Nous continuons notre chemin en descendant vers les plaines, faisant un grand détour car la route vers Rayagada, nous le saurons plus tard, est monstrueuse.
Arrivés à Paralakhemundi le restaurant que Dadhu connaît est fermé. Qu’à cela ne tienne, le propriétaire des lieux ouvre rien que pour nous ! Après ce break bien sympathique nous remontons vers les collines. J’avais vu que le bled de Padmapur était à ne pas louper… Dadhu ne sourit pas, il évite les ornières, quasi des nids d’éléphants parfois, et demande de nombreuses fois le chemin.
Enfin on arrive à Padmapur. Quoi ? C’est ça le super temple à ne pas râter ?
Mais Christine, Genéviève et Christian trouvent des masques de Ganesh et surtout de Nagerpatu (divinité protectrice qu’ils adorent), ils sont aux anges, et moi aussi car c’est contagieux. Les maisons du village sont presque toutes en bois, inhabituel pour la région, et les gens nous sont tout sourires.
On reprend la sublime route,
et olalalaa… Elle est vraiment monstrueuse, on roule à du 15 km/h tellement elle est mauvaise…
J’aurais bien aimé visiter le temple de Shiva à Minajhola, mais on est tous très impatient d’arriver à destination.
On atteint notre hôtel (le Sai Intl) au coucher du soleil. Dès qu’on entre, un serveur vient vers nous avec un plateau de soda bien frais. Waouh ! Et quand on voit nos chambres du 2eme étage, yeah ! Il est tout clean, super confortable. Je ne suis pas habituée à ce genre d’hôtel à 2000rps la nuit, (et encore on a eu un prix) mais comme on partage la chambre, ca le fait. Puis Christine et ses amis ne restent que 12 jours, je retrouverai mes p’tits hôtels pas cher quand je serai seule, sans voiture-chauffeur…
Au restaurant on attend une demi heure au moins avant d’être servi, mais la cuisine est très bonne. Une petite bière pour finir la journée et on va dormir comme des bienheureuses... 🙂
Fainéanter dans un monde neuf est la plus absorbante des occupations... (N.Bouvier)
TOUTOUBIDOU!!!!!! Yeah!!!!😎 Aujourd'hui nous prenons la sublime route de Kakiriguma!
Kakiriguma... Ce nom sonne à mes oreilles comme un chant d'oiseau qui me détend et m'apaise, cet endroit est tellement apaisant...
Nous arrivons au marché....
Je monte sur un petit chateau d'eau, et derrière un mur des écolières me font des grands signes en criant "hello!!!"
Fainéanter dans un monde neuf est la plus absorbante des occupations... (N.Bouvier)
Merci 😉
Celles qui sourient en regardant l'objectif je leur demande avant pour les photographier, je leur achète éventuellement des légumes (que je donne au guest house) les autres ne se sont pas rendu compte ...
🙂
Fainéanter dans un monde neuf est la plus absorbante des occupations... (N.Bouvier)
"Nous voilà chez Léon!
Bien évidemment tout le monde adore et est super bien installé.
On se promène dans les environs voir les rizières en terrasse que Christine n’a jamais vu; et dans le minuscule village de Goudaguda.
Pour le dîner Léon a fait un effort, il y a deux mets indiens sur la table avec les mets occidentaux. Christine est ravie car manger des pâtes ou pizzas en Inde, même faites maison, ca ne la branche pas. Moi par contre, comme je suis en Inde plus longtemps, de temps en temps j’aime, surtout faites maison !
28/2 :
Nous visitons l’atelier de poterie, spécialité du village.
Ensuite nous partons à Koraput voir le musée tribal (très vieux et mal entretenu mais avec de jolies choses), le temple de Jagannath avec ses avatars,
nous nous baladons dans le bazar, et nous trouvons un joli magasin gouvernemental, vendant des œuvres artisanales de toute la région…
Sur la route Christine est heureuse comme tout de voir encore toutes ces rizières en terrasse, elle en prend plein les yeux :D
1/3 : Visite du marché de Poraguda,
et d’une ferme à épices sur le chemin ! Le « Brown Valley » construit deux cottages qui seront prêt l’année prochaine (disent ils), avec un resto.
L’accueil est superbe… Nous nous baladons et observons les poivriers, caféiers, canelle, cardamone, vanille etc.
Retour chez les potiers du villages pour quelques achats souvenirs, et après midi tranquille.
Sous le tamarinier, Léon a fait installer le hamac assis que je lui ai rapporté de Pipli… Bien installée, je ne fais rien, mais je le fais bien… Je regarde un oiseau aux couleurs flamboyantes sous les rayons du soleil, j’attrape mon appareil et clic ! Yeah !
Ah ? La coiffeuse du jour m’appelle… Voilà voilà Geneviève ! J’arrive !"
Fainéanter dans un monde neuf est la plus absorbante des occupations... (N.Bouvier)
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Bonjour tout le monde, nous voici rentrés d'un RT USA organisé par nos soins du 31/07/2026 au 26/08/2026.
La destination : Le Sud-Ouest USA avec le Texas, l'Arizona et le Nouveau-Mexique. 7000 kilomètres effectués à la louche.
L'Auto : Une Chevrolet Equinoxe pour deux en passant par BSP Auto et Avis. Et dedans 2 valises, un sac de voyage, deux valises cabines, la glacière de chez Walmart, le matos photos et les bouteilles d'eau (pack de 40).
Le trajet : Dallas DFW, Fort Worth, Houston, Austin, San Antonio, Alpine, El Paso, Tucson, Sedona, Albuquerque, Amarillo et Dallas pour finir avec départ sur DFW.
Les voyageurs : Deux séniors bien avancés dans l'âge (73 et 75) mais toujours en activité (pas épuisante physiquement) (pour rester vivants et financer les voyages), autonomes physiquement à 100%, intellectuellement beaucoup moins, passionnés des USA, pays où tout est possible, plus marcheurs que randonneurs, plutôt hôtels à partir de 3 étoiles que motels de bord de route, plutôt restos Italiens que nourriture US, adeptes des arrêts fréquents pour les photos, plutôt musées que rien, Plutôt sieste que marches forcées. Pas trop râleurs, juste ce qu'il faut pour rester français au pays du grand Satan qu'ils disent.
Pas trés doués pour les langues, Anglais des rues (mais bien pratique), Espagnol nul pour moi hormis : " Hola ! Una Cerveza por Favor ! " Cela fait court. Madame comprend tout mais refuse de parler.
Le coût du RT : Environ 12 000 euros avec les vols AF, Auto, Essence, cadeaux, visites et tutti quanti. Bien maitrisé puisque 13500 euros prévus au départ.
Le bilan positif : Un régal avec les longues routes à perte de vue. Des Musées à découvrir. Le constat de la présence Hispanique et de son Histoire importante dans ce secteur de l'Amérique. Des locaux adorables. Des touristes plus ou moins sympas. Un accent Texan abominable et difficile à comprendre. Des stations Gas qui sont de véritables magasins avec nourriture préparée et autre alcools vendus en Arizona et Nouveau-Mexique et des employés au top ! Toujours prêts à rigoler !
Le bilan négatif : La chaleur tout au long du séjour...43° sur Dallas en fin de séjour. Impossible de sortir dans les rues. Beaucoup de "Homeless" dans les rues de l'Hyper Centre de Dallas. Les breakfasts Hôtel toujours les mêmes. On s'y fait.
Donc, positif certes mais le concept commence à fatiguer. Il se pourrait que le modèle RT autonome soit repensé pour le prochain. SI celui qui est en haut nous prête vie.
Pour la suite, attendons les premières photos triées et passées à la moulinette.
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.
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
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 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...
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...
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!!!
January 2026
Here we go again for new adventures and the pleasure of sharing them with you here! First of all, I’d like to thank everyone who helped me with the preparations, even with some last-minute improvisations just days before departure. Thanks to Montagnard74, Jojoone1, Songsam, Attila, Dennis2, NadegerFERM, and the authors whose travel journals about Laos inspired me (Montagnard74, Muriel18, Mavietongs...).
In this story, written by Richard and illustrated by me, we’ll tell you about the journey of four friends: Catherine, Richard, Nathalie, and Bruno. A reinvented but overall successful trip, filled with discoveries and surprises, the scents of spices and frangipani flowers, (too) spicy food, sunsets, and... one big mess.
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
Come along, I'm taking you to this country where it's so nice to wander and slow down...
This trip was in 2023, but when I wanted to write my travel journal, VF was still closed to contributions...
So, now that I've just finished my Japan travel journal here, I figured it was high time to honor this destination we came back from so enchanted.
Disclaimer 1: This is a written travel journal. There’ll be text! Too much, for some!
Disclaimer 2: This is an illustrated travel journal. There’ll be photos! Too many, for some!
I have to say, every time I try to discipline myself, to keep it shorter, to include fewer photos... I end up adding more. It feels like my dear Aunt Nicole, who exhausted us with her slide-show evenings in the 70s/80s, decided to take her revenge. The upside for you, readers, is that you can slip away anytime without offending Aunt Nicole. I won’t even notice!
Anyway, since I love maps, here’s one to give you an idea of where I’m taking you. As you can see, we only saw a tiny part of Laos (the areas circled in red); we only had 3 weeks for ourselves (my husband’s newly retired, I still work), and we prefer taking our time over rushing around like crazy.
In broad strokes, it was very classic:
First, we “settled in” at Luang Prabang (8 days), because we wanted and needed to.
From there, we took three days to venture a little further north—not far in kilometers, but as we know, distances aren’t just about km!
Then we flew south to Paksé, letting ourselves drift down to the 4,000 Islands while stopping by the pre-Angkorian archaeological sites.
We wrapped up with the Bolaven Plateau.
A few practical notes: We arrived via Bangkok, then took a Bangkok-Luang Prabang flight, having picked up our luggage in Bangkok to check it in for Luang Prabang. No issues—the Bangkok airport, which many of you know, is very well organized.
We got our visas on arrival in Luang Prabang. Quick, but to be fair, we were on a “small” plane, and the big flights had arrived earlier, so we weren’t too crowded in line!
At the end of our trip, we didn’t fly out of Paksé but from the nearby airport in Thailand, Ubon Ratchathani (a 2.5-hour drive from Paksé), then Bangkok and Paris.
You’ll notice we skipped Vientiane to stay longer in Luang Prabang. That said, there’s now a high-speed train between Vientiane and Luang Prabang—good to know—and soon the (Chinese) train will go all the way to Bangkok and even Kuala Lumpur!
With that intro out of the way, let’s dive into the heart of the matter.
To be continued: Slowing down the pace... in Luang Prabang
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:
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)
Okay, Palermo—we know it. We go there to marvel at the architectural wonders born from the Arab-Norman-Byzantine-Gothic mix. And rightly so. We also go to treat our taste buds to all kinds of delights, both savory and sweet. Again, rightly so. We go to succumb to the charms of Palermo’s women, their sun-kissed skin glowing with golden highlights. Still, rightly so. And all while fantasizing about a mafia we’ll never actually see. Anyway.
But you’ll also find street art everywhere, even in the historic center. Sometimes, you just need to step a few meters away from the main tourist highways like Cassaro, Via Maqueda, or the main arteries of the Ballarò, Capo, or Vucciria markets to stumble upon some amazing murals. Duck into one or two slightly grimy alleys, weaving past trash and crumbling walls, and you’ll find real gems.
For example, just 50 meters south of the main artery of the Mercato del Capo, there’s a great spot with dozens of murals in a tiny neighborhood of run-down mini-houses. You’ll find plenty more south of the Mercato di Ballarò, in the Albergheria (the grittier side, not the one near Cassaro). There’s some in Ballarò itself too, but it’s hard to spot when the market’s in full swing with stalls everywhere. La Kalsa isn’t left out either, nor is Vucciria—just step away from the restaurant-packed streets.
Here are a few examples that really caught my eye.
(In the heart of Albergheria, on a street every visitor walks down—lovely message from an unidentified artist)
We landed in Victoria Falls, Zimbabwe, and headed straight to Kasane in Botswana to pick up our car.
Our vehicle is a 4x4 because in Zambia, it's practically impossible to use anything else, especially in the national parks. I’ve already had the pleasure of visiting South Luangwa National Park—it’s one of the reasons for this trip, the main one being to travel in Africa with one of my sons.
First stop: Livingstone on the banks of the Zambezi River. Along the way, we discovered a lovely restaurant at Socrates with a super-friendly owner (we’ll actually stop there again on our way back). We spent our first night in the rooftop tent after a stunning sunset, accompanied by the grunting of hippos in the river.
The next day, we set off early, heading to Kafue NP. In fact, we’ll always leave early—waking up between 5:00 and 5:30 AM and hitting the road an hour later. Kafue is a lesser-known park, mostly forested, and the animals are skittish because they’re not used to human presence. We crossed the park from south to north and came across various antelopes. Near Lake Itezhi-Tezhi, there are plains where wildlife is easier to spot.
After Kafue, we headed to South Luangwa. This journey requires stops in Mumbwa and Petauke. Two pleasant stops where we found lodges (a nice change from the rooftop tent) at affordable prices and met welcoming people.
For me, South Luangwa is Zambia’s most beautiful park—the river is stunning, the landscapes are gorgeous, and there’s a wide variety of wildlife, including, of course, big cats. A tip for those, like us, who aren’t with a guide: if you’re staying near the park for several days, don’t hesitate to do a "game drive" to scout out where the animals are so you can return the next day with your own vehicle. Of course, in the dry season, you’ll want to focus on waterholes to see the animals—and you’ll need a bit of luck too. The elephant population is growing, and we were lucky enough to see around sixty elephants crossing the Luangwa at dawn, spread across several groups. South Luangwa is the westernmost point of our trip, and we’re now heading east to Lower Zambezi.
Lower Zambezi is Zambia’s side of Mana Pools on the Zimbabwe side. We took a boat ride on the Zambezi to see elephants, hippos, crocodiles, and a multitude of birds living along the water and on the river’s islands. The sunset there is also magnificent.
To explore the park, we followed the waterways parallel to the Zambezi, mostly on the western side (see our route). Lower Zambezi is the last park we visit, and the final leg of our trip will be Victoria Falls.
Victoria Falls—or Mosi-Oa-Tunya ("The Smoke That Thunders")—are truly impressive, even during the dry season. We saw the falls from both countries: in Zambia for the overall view and the bridge that serves as the border, and in Zimbabwe to get as close as possible to the most spectacular parts of the falls.
This marks the end of our trip, which, despite a blown tire on the road, went off without any major issues. Zambia is a beautiful country that immerses you in wild, still-preserved nature.
From Southern Shikoku, between land and sea, to the blue waters of Miyakojima and finally Tokyo’s megacity
Hi everyone,
I have to admit, I really hesitated before deciding to write this travel journal... Writing one takes a lot of time and energy, and since this is my 4th trip, I wondered if it would actually interest anyone other than myself (both for the discovery and the writing). But after a few "Are you going to write a journal?" requests and especially the renewed pleasure from reading other travelers’ travel journals about Japan or elsewhere on this forum or elsewhere, I’ve decided to share this 4th installment in the Land of the Rising Sun here.
The itinerary:
27 full days, from late May to late June 2025, right in the middle of the rainy season, including:
-->13 days in Shikoku, from Kochi (Kochi Prefecture) to Matsuyama (Ehime Prefecture)
-->7 days in Miyakojima (Okinawa Prefecture)
-->7 days in Tokyo
The trip was decided on fairly last-minute this year, as usual.
I regularly check flight prices to track fluctuations for this destination, even without concrete plans. Finding a slightly cheaper direct flight (900 €) than what I’d seen in previous months (around 1,200–1,400 € on average) for a Paris-Tokyo route with Japanese airline ANA was too tempting to resist the urge to return to this enchanting country. After long hesitations between exploring the San’in region (Matsue, Tottori, Yamaguchi) and southern Shikoku, the decision was made—I took the plunge! The tickets are booked: Paris to Kochi with a layover in Tokyo, all with ANA, the airline I’d been dreaming of... for 1,120 € per person. Okay, it’s not cheap, but it’s still better than in 2023.
We leave in 2 weeks!! Now it’s just a matter of getting everything ready!
Intense work ahead in these 2 weeks to:
finalize a more precise itinerary and reach an agreement—yep, because even though we both love Japan, our preferences differ slightly, and we have to choose between exploring new places or taking time to revisit beloved spots...
decide how much time to spend in each selected area without rushing while still exploring
research places that might interest us and watch videos about Japan
book accommodations: yes, it’s possible to do this on the spot as we go, but last year, we noticed that last-minute options were pretty expensive, so we’re booking ahead—even if it means keeping a few options open while we decide or see if better deals pop up later
reserve rental cars
order yen
check the weather regularly and wonder if choosing the *tsuyu* (rainy season) was really a good idea—and whether we’ll be stuck in non-stop rain???
What a tough job, right? Traveling to Japan for a month—such a hard life!
Despite this being my 4th trip, the excitement is just as intense as the first time.
The only small downside is that when we booked the flight tickets, there were only a few seats left, so we’re only sitting together on the international return flight. Plus, on the outbound flight, we’ve got the middle seats.
Another lingering question: what French-language films will be available? According to the internet, the selection seems limited.
Oh well, these are just minor details—it’s almost time to fly!
PS: I’ll be posting slowly and irregularly... so for those interested, be patient or maybe set an alert...
Before Our Departure
Preparing for this trip started 9 months before our departure in June. For those planning a similar itinerary, it’s important to book accommodations well in advance, especially in the Okavango and Savuti campsites—otherwise, you might not find any availability.
Introduction
After visiting Zambia three years ago and Namibia and western Botswana a year and a half ago, this year we chose Zimbabwe (Hwange NP) and the northern half of Botswana.
Our flight from Paris was to Victoria Falls with Ethiopian Airlines, with a layover in Addis Ababa. We rented a 4x4 from Bushlore in Kasane, complete with two rooftop tents since there are four of us on this adventure. Bushlore picked us up from our guesthouse to collect our 4x4 and, most importantly, gave us a rundown of the vehicle and its equipment. Pay close attention to what they tell you—it could be crucial if something goes wrong, as it did for us during the trip.
Our Itinerary
We arrived on June 12th at noon. At Victoria Falls Airport, we got our double-entry visa right away—I’d already pre-booked it online on the site https://www.evisa.gov.zw/.
Since our vehicle was in Botswana, we had to cross the border from Victoria Falls into Botswana for the first time.
The next morning, Bushlore picked us up from our guesthouse to collect our 4x4. After completing the formalities, we headed toward Zimbabwe and the town of Victoria Falls.
We woke up early the next morning to be at Victoria Falls at sunrise. The scenery was stunning, but since it was the start of the dry season, the Zambezi was still high, so the falls had a strong flow. This made it hard to fully appreciate their beauty.
In the early afternoon, we left for Hwange NP, where we stayed for 4 days. Two days at Gwango campsite near Dete, followed by two days at Robins Camp. We expected to see more animals at Robins, but that wasn’t the case. In Hwange, we didn’t spot any predators, but we did see plenty of mammals (buffalo, elephants, giraffes, zebras, and antelopes).
After a few days in Zimbabwe, we crossed back into Botswana at Pandamatenga. We stopped at Nata Lodge for a good night’s rest—driving on the dirt roads is exhausting.
We left Nata and headed toward Nxai Pan. The road was sandy but manageable. We made a small detour to admire some beautiful baobabs at "Baines Baobabs." Then we continued to our campsite, Nxai Pan South Camp. Keep in mind that many campsites in Botswana aren’t fenced (except for the shower/toilet areas), so animals can roam freely within the camp. Take precautions, especially after dark.
After our stop in Nxai Pan, we headed to Maun. We decided to break our journey in Maun before heading to Moremi and the Okavango Delta for three reasons: first, we needed to stock up on supplies and fuel for the next 5 days; second, our fridge had broken (luckily, Bushlore has a branch in Maun); and third, the drive from Nxai to our camp in Xakanaxa in the delta would’ve taken too long. I always avoid driving after dark.
We arrived at our Xakanaxa camp on June 21st in the early afternoon. Not wanting to waste time, we booked a boat ride on the Okavango Delta, leaving at 4:00 PM for a 2-hour sunset cruise. For those interested, to the right of the Xakanaxa X1 site, there’s a sign for boat rides. The organizer is very professional and offers prices that are nothing like those of the lodges.
It was a beautiful ride through the delta with a stunning sunset. Being on a boat is much more relaxing than driving on the dirt roads. That didn’t stop us from doing self-drive safaris the next morning and late afternoon, though.
Then came the time to leave the delta and head toward Savuti, a much drier region. And that’s when the toughest part of our trip began. First, we decided to go up via Khwai. The rainy season was over, but the area was still marshy. We had to cross a few small water patches, testing the depth to make sure we could get through. Luckily, a sign on the road pointed us toward a drier route. We reached Khwai without any issues, but then we made a major mistake. Instead of taking the main track toward Mababe Gate to reach Savuti Camp, we took a straight path north and then a right turn to get to our camp. Bad call—we got stuck in the sand, with one rear wheel buried halfway and a front wheel off the ground. We were genuinely scared we wouldn’t get out, especially since we were on a deserted track, 20 kilometers from our destination, with night falling in two hours. This is where paying attention to the vehicle instructions really paid off—we had to use the jack to get out of the mess. The result: we arrived at Savuti campsite just before dark (Distance: 146.3 km, Duration: 9 hours, 56 minutes, and 3 seconds, Average speed: 14.7 km/h, tracked with Osmand). At reception, the staff couldn’t understand how we’d gotten there—we hadn’t passed through any of Savuti’s reserve entry gates.
The next morning, no one felt like driving, so we did a game drive with a guide. I don’t know if it was some kind of reward, but the outing was amazing. We saw three lions and, best of all, a pack of African wild dogs that we had time to admire and photograph. The next day, we did a short self-drive and found one of the lions from the day before drinking at a waterhole. That was the end of our Savuti adventure.
Now we’re heading to Kasane. We returned our vehicle and settled in for our last two nights there. The next morning, since we no longer had a car, we decided to do one last early-morning game drive in Chobe NP. It turned out great—we followed two brother lions and saw plenty of other mammals. The only downside of Chobe is the number of tourists, which was a change from the other parks we’d visited. That said, we’re tourists too, so...
In the evening, we took one last boat ride on the Chobe River to end on a high note with a beautiful sunset.
After a good night’s sleep and plenty of wonderful memories, landscapes, animals, and emotions, it was time to leave. We left early in the morning with the same taxi company as before to cross the border into Zimbabwe one last time and head to the airport, where we took off to return to France.
We all have two lives. And the second one kicks off the day you realize you only have one, with the determination to spend the time you have left on what truly adds sparkle to your life, Kevin! I like to elegantly introduce a trip with a philosophical quote. First, it gives you the illusion that I’m some kind of deep thinker, and second, it lets me fill up the first few lines of my blank page when I don’t know how to tell you I’m diving back into what really lights up my life: another adventure beyond the horizon! And nearly every other year, like a toxic relationship, my horizon tends to take shape in Uncle Sam’s backyard. And this, despite his cousin Donald calling the shots. Speaking of which, it was partly that impulsive guy who pushed us to be just as impulsive and snag our four flight tickets at a ridiculously low price—a direct result of foreign tourism taking a hit from BetaMax’s repeated antics... Four tickets? Who are the other lucky ones? In this case, our lucky ones are actually lucky ladies: My Flo, always up for exploring the world with me on foot, camelback, or scooter, is obviously in on the fun. The other two seats went to our daughters, Sasha and Luna, both thrilled to be part of this new American adventure...
But what’s the American West like in February?... A gamble. Let’s call it Russian roulette since we’re not landing during peak weather season. That’s why we encouraged our transportation and accommodation to get cozy and produce a little camper van, so we can stay ultra-flexible in the face of any weather tantrums. We’ll be roaming in Kara the van with the motto "Follow the sun!" Bad weather? We bolt. Snow? We speed up. Sunny? We act like it was the plan all along and soak it up.
"Okay, but why keep coming back to the same corner of the globe? After ten American adventures, you must be tired of seeing the same things, right?" But I’m not crazy, you know!... The American West is like making love to your gorgeous wife over and over, always enjoying it just as much. And contrary to what you might think, the American West isn’t just the Grand Canyon, Monument Valley, Las Vegas, and Bryce Canyon. Proof is, after ten trips to the U.S., my retinas are still untouched by three-quarters of the places I scribbled on a napkin for this adventure... Oh, and add to that my wife, who I’ve easily converted to my religion, and boom... relapse is even easier! Because yes, we’ve landed in Los Angeles after a sunny flight over Greenland, still under Danish flag for now. And we’re already heading east through the XXL traffic of L.A.’s eight-lane highways, eager to dive into our first discoveries. But first, night is taking over the sky, and second, we’ve been officially awake for 24 hours, so I suggest wrapping up this intro. I’ll tell you more tomorrow morning. Sound good?
This travel journal aims to help future travelers (well, I hope so!), since there’s so little information available about this remote archipelago. Big thanks to Lolodesiles and Ayis for answering my questions while I planned this trip!
Context
This is our fourth trip to Indonesia as a couple—after Java-Bali in 2011, Flores-Komodo in 2013, and Sulawesi in 2016—each time for three weeks. It’s also our tenth trip to Southeast Asia overall.
We’re traveling like we have in previous years: with a rough itinerary that often changes based on who we meet, tips from other travelers, how tired we are, or what we’re feeling in the moment. In the Moluccas, it’ll change constantly, mostly depending on transportation.
Our only accommodation booking: the first few nights in Ambon when we arrive.
Planned route (to be refined on the spot): Ambon - Banda Islands - Lease Islands - Ternate - Tidore - Halmahera (between Sofifi and Tobelo) - Morotai and the neighboring unnamed archipelago.
Flights: Lyon-Paris-Singapore on Air France (428 € round-trip), with good meals, champagne, and wine (we like our little comforts when going on vacation 😏). Then Singapore-Jakarta-Ambon on Air Asia and Garuda.
Return flight: Ternate-Jakarta-Singapore on Lion Air, with a 3-day stopover in Singapore before heading home.
Episode 1: Ambon to Banda
Our guesthouse, booked two days before departure, is 45 minutes from Ambon Airport, near Natsepa Beach (northeast of Leihitu). It’s a pretty average beach—quiet on weekdays but packed on Sundays (we saw the difference). It’s lined with warungs.
This rainy day helps us readjust to the atmosphere of this country we love so much.
Our “Solim Guesthouse” is a lovely house with a living/dining room and garden, costing 15 € per night for two, including a hearty breakfast.
Dinner is at Gaba Gaba, a great restaurant just a short walk away, right by the water, recommended by our host. Fun fact: it’s in the Lonely Planet, and it might be the only LP-listed spot in the Moluccas that actually matches the description (the others either don’t exist or have nothing to do with what’s advertised 😠).
For the next two days, the super-friendly owner lends us his scooter. We set off to explore the coastal villages in northern Leihitu (the western part of Ambon Island, which has a weird shape).
Laundry and trucks washed in the same stream.
Liang Beach, described as the island’s most beautiful, is almost gone (climate change or something else?), but the colors are magical.
We continue 25 km toward a snorkeling spot our host recommended, taking a gorgeous, deserted little road through tiny villages in clove plantations (oh, those unforgettable scents!), stunning coves, and dense forest.
We’re greeted dozens of times with “Hello Mister”—a daily routine in the Moluccas. Every time we stop, we pose for photos to be saved on locals’ smartphones. They don’t see tourists often.
We ask for directions to the snorkeling spot (not easy—we only know basic Indonesian like *Selamat pagi*, *siang*, *sore*, and other polite phrases). Not many people know where it is (especially since we never know which village we’re in), but we eventually reach a small village that seems to be the right place. 🙂
We ask a local to take us there by boat (it’s not reachable by land).
The spot is at most 100 meters long, but the coral is in good condition (apparently not dynamited by fishermen, unlike in other parts of this beautiful country where fishing methods are destructive and nature pays the price 😠). The fish are plentiful and diverse. It’s a great start before heading to Banda. We’re happy to have the place to ourselves… though we don’t yet realize we won’t see a single tourist for the rest of the trip!
After two days of rest, we head to Tulehu Port in the morning, aiming for the Banda Islands. We know the journey is often tricky: the Pelni ferry runs twice a month but doesn’t match our dates, the 10-seat Suzi Air plane is always full (you can’t book—you have to show up on Mondays and Fridays), and it’s often canceled due to weather. So we opt for the Tuesday speedboat (which also gets canceled if there are waves or wind), with the next one on Saturday.
We’re used to Indonesian ports—crowded, rusty boats, no English speakers—but we still feel lost. When I ask about the speedboat to Bandaneira, people gesture wildly, someone takes me to the “harbor office,” then tells me there’s no boat, others try to sell me tickets, and some just say, “No boat.”
Luckily, an English-speaking local approaches us and confirms the speedboat is broken. The next one will be Saturday *if* it’s fixed—otherwise, even later. 🤪 😠
We’re crushed. We came here for the Banda Islands… 🙁
We decide waiting five days for a maybe-boat isn’t an option, so we decide to head straight to North Moluccas, which was planned for later. We’re so disappointed we don’t even want to stay in the area. The Lease Islands don’t appeal to us despite what we’ve read, and Seram would deserve its own trip with its remote mountain tribes.
Huge disappointment—we’d been dreaming of Banda for months, with its incredible drop-offs like Bunaken, its islands covered in nutmeg trees, etc. I’d read that Banda is in the world’s top 5, alongside Bunaken (amazing—we went in 2016), Komodo (incredible—we went in 2013), Sipadan, and another spot I’ve forgotten.
We take a taxi back to Ambon (45 minutes) to a travel agency to buy plane tickets to Ternate. There’s a daily ATR72 flight at noon—perfect timing.
Ambon is the capital of South Moluccas (or Central, depending on who you ask!) with 300,000 people. The city doesn’t seem unpleasant, but we don’t stop.
On the plane, there are only about ten passengers for 72 seats. The flight attendants are stunning, as always with Wings Air—clearly, they’re hired for their looks. 😊
Stopover in Bacan—a runway in the middle of coconut trees serving a tiny town—then we fly over countless volcanoes, the last one towering over Ternate.
Bonjour,
De retour sur le forum - et première rédaction d'un espèce de carnet de retour de notre 4ème voyage en Indo.
Contexte : une trentaine de jours, en scooter et en duo, sur Florès (et une petite incursion dans l'archipel de Solor, plus précisément à Lembata (chut, faut pas trop en parler !!!), qui donne envie d'en faire beaucoup plus là bas malgré les infrastructures sporadiques), en partie dans des destinations déjà bien connues du forum (la classique Ruteng / Bajawa / Riung / Moni voir baie de Maumere) ... et qui ne parlera pas du PN de Komodo ou de Wae Rebo, puisque nous n'y sommes pas allés 🏴☠️.
Texte en anglais (issu d'une autre plateforme). Sans nul doute, des traducteurs intelligents ou pas marcheront à merveille en cas d'anglophobie 🤪.
Disponible à toute fin utile pour des détails ou infos.
Equippement : Yam' Nmax 155 ; 2x saccoches cavalières (25L) + sac de selle (30L) + saccoche tunnel (15L pour le matos photo) ; casques et vêtements d'enduro amenés depuis la France.
Itinéraire : boucle depuis Labuan bajo jusqu'à Pulau Lembata ; juillet-août 2026
Road conditions graded from A (excellent) to D (very bad, at least for a Scooter… a CRF/KLX or even honda ADV would do better on that)
D1 : Labuan Bajo – Reok via Ranggoe, Rego & Tagol (130km ; 5hrs). Section LBajo – Rego (90 km ; B) is quite good tarmac, despite a lot of elevation with many small valleys and passes. Rego – Tagol (10km ; D) is a stone road (not gravel), some ascents & very poor condition ; necessary to lower tyre pressure. Tagol – Reok port (22km, quality depends considerably from D to B). Reok port – Towncenter : B. Night @Iffah Homestay (100k for fan room, mandi attached, no breakfast), simple but clean. Notes : path to danau Sano Limbung was closed ; access to Tiwu Pai & Wae Kuli (waterfalls) not permitted in july 2026.
D2 : Reok – Riung via Pota (105km ; 3h-3h30). The road is very narrow in some part, thanks to the uncut bushes (lowering visibility hence extra caution as animals/people can suddenly appear in a turn…) but generally good condition except many eroded sections and some unpaved ones. Grade C/B. 2 nights @Mentos (285k for AC room)
D3 : Boat tour in Riung (booked directly with a captain, 800k for two for private boat incl. lunch and NP fees) + sunset from Watu Mitong Riung (should not be missed).
D4 : Riung – Muku Saki via Mbay (around 100km ; 3h30). Quality varies from A in the vicinity of Mbay to eroded sections (C) in secluded places. Night @Sao Paolo Homestay (250k for fan room with mandi, maybe overpriced but nice house and great food). Note : if you happen to pass by Mbay on Saturday, the market is well worth a stop (cheapest Ikat on the trip : you’ll be asked normal prices providing you’re OK in Bahasa…)
D5 : Muku Saki – Tanjung Kajuwulu (near Ndete) (90km, 3h). Many patholes, eroded (C). Night at Déjà Vu Homestay (220k for a matress on the floor & outside mandi/toilets ; I woud define this as a tourist trap – the quote we had for food was double priced too…)
D6 : Tanjung Kajuwulu – Waiterang (east of Maumere, 55km , 1h30). Pathholes till maumere, then All good (TransFlores), C/A. Night at Sunset Cottage (new concrete room, very serene place ; 270k for AC with bathroom ; much prefered Sunset over Lena House (more customers, more built up).
D7 : Waiterang – Larantuka via Boru and Eputobi (TransFlores ; grade A ; 115km / 2h40). Particularly liked the drink stalls (marked as Rest Area Eputobi) and the out of order aquatic park just before Larantuka (obyej wisata waiplatin). Night @ Dewy Onong Homestay, which is not advertising itself as Larantuka Beach Homestay as some contributor signals here and on goole maps review. Best breakfast of the trip (Cumi Cumi !!!) ; 275k for AC room with bathroom.
D8 : Local Boat (Kapal Kayu) from the main port to Lembata (Lewoleba). Departure 8am ; price 60k/head + 50k for the bike. Stop enroute on Adonara (where we did not stop due to fights between communities). Night @Elmany Homestay (275k for AC room with bathroom, fan room with shared bathroom also available). Whole afternoon at Pantai Hadakewa, fantastic place (good snorkeling, great views of Ile Api aka Gn Lewotolo). Road condition : A (did not expect the TransLembata to be that good…).
D9 : Loop around Ile Api (50km, 2hrs), anticlockwise. Stops enroute at Situs Tulang Paus (whale squeletton), pantai Jotona, pantai Wena (we expected to snorkel from there, but wind was very strong that day), situs Watu Nale, Selat Sonia. The western coast is far less interesting. Road conditions : bad (C) on the eastern side (up to Riangbeda), good (B/A) afterwards. Night @Elmany Homestay.
D10 : Lewoleba – Lamalera via the western and south coast (70km, 2h30). Good road (B) for roughly the first 55km (up to Tapobali), then eroded track for the last 15km (in some parts steep and dangerous) up to Lamalera (D/C). Notes : 1/ Kuma resort denied us the entry for some drink ; 2/Pantai Waijarang « complex » is abandonned but closed with fences ; you can still sneak in ; 3/ some reports advise to skip Bukit Cinta (foreigner entry fee) for Bukit Doa Watomiten (stations of the cross) ; well Bukit Cinta has also been abandonned (well spent money…sic) but remains opened with structures falling (quickly) appart. Night @Lamalera Inn (200k per head including meals ; very basic fan room + attached mandi). Planned 2 nights, spent only one, as it’s the only tenant I had difficulties with (only interested in money, initially stated crazy prices, starts loud music at 6am … and drinking moke at 8am…)
D11 : Trip to Wulandoni for the Barter Market (Saturday only). Bad road (C) along the coast. Had to report at the Kantor upon arrival, which quite surprisingly asked 100k per person (foreigner) to go inside the (outside) market. Other « local » tourists (a group from Jakarta) were not asked to pay. Well, since a market is a public space and not a zoo, we refused payment and enjoyed the activity from the kopi stall next to it. Returned then to Lamalera for the catches of the day, then to Lewoleba via the mountain road (45km, 2 hours). First 10km to Puor is in very bad condition and uphill (D/C). The remaining is on a newly constructed road (A). Note : Air Panas Sabutobo is abandonned and falling apart (again…) but there are still some water pipes along the river that you can enjoy (depending how lucky you are, just with the forest sounds as companion). Night @Elmany Homestay
D12 : Chill day alond the northern coast (Batu Payung, Pantai Hadakewa with lot of snorkeling, drove till Wailolong and backtracked to Pantai Lewolein for more snorkeling (nice canyons there !) and another fantastic sunset over Ile Api (see GMaps pictures)). Night @Elmany Homestay
D13 : Monday weekly market at Pada, southwest of Lewoleba. Renowned but honnestly dont plan any itinerary specifically for it, just an ordinary Kampung weekly market. Returned to Larantuka and Flores with the 12pm local boat (the same boat that leaves from Larantuka at 8am). Same prices as the first leg. Night @ Dewy Onong Homestay
D14 : Larantuka – Waiterang along the northern coast (100km, 3h) via Pantai Kawaliwu, Tewuk Lewokluok (trail is easy to find, very nice snorkelling in a lagoon), Pantai Lato (to my opinion the most beautiful beach on Flores and you’ll be the only visitor, as opposed to Pantai Koka) and Pantai Hia, until rejoining the TransFlores near Nebe. Grade C on the costal eroded road / track. 3 nights @Lena Guesthouse (booked ahead as it fills up quickly, but we prefered its neighbour Sunset Beach Guesthouse)
D15 : Snorkeling trip organised by Lena Guesthouse (200k per head excluding NP fees and lunch)). The drop-off near Pulau Babi is a very nice spot.
D16 : scooter day trip around the Egon Range (too lazy to hike it…), through nice Sikka villages (route : Watublapi, Umauta, Bola, pantai Doreng, Nakatoli, foot of Gn Egon, Air panas Blidit). The track from Natakoli to the foot of Gn Egon is very steep, damaged and wet (with moss) ; I would recommend not to attempt that in case of bad weather.
D17 : Waiterang – Moni (130km, 3h30, transflores grade A/B) via Pantai Koka (refused to pay the mafia entry fee…) and Jopu (some rumah Adat Lio). Stopped at Museum Bikon Blewut, south of Maumere. Very nice artefacts (especially wooden statues from Papuan, great ikat collection) although very disorganized and sadly non-visited (hence masterpieces fall into oblivion). 2 Nights @Liahz Lodge (150k for fan room, basic bathroom… but right next to Air Panas Liasembe (free, no closing time) !!!).
D18 : Sunrise from Kelimutu with a nice weather (stayed until 8.30am). I don’t know if the sunrise is really worth it (lot of people ascending and watching the sunrise – a lot but nothing compared to e.g. Gn Bromo), nearly everyone going down around 7am, then there is virtually nobody. Trip (20km one way, good road B) to Kampung Adat Nggela (Lio). Although the village is habited and mostly out of the beaten path, I have mixed fillings due to the fact that most ladies (some are pushy) try to sell you (bad) pieces of ikat.
D19 : Moni – Ende via Detusoko paddy fields, Kampung Adat Saga (Lio) and Puncak Ndona ; 75km 2h30. We really liked Saga (nice setting on the mountain, friendly villagers, no selling, mix between traditional and more modern houses in that lively village). Sunset from Bukit Raja, on the peninsula with a 360 view on Gn Iya, Gn Meja Kota Ende and the mountains behind. Note : at the end of the road (search for Gunung Meja Tourist Info Center), there is a (sand) track leading to the path. 1/ only intend the track if you have off road driving experience ; 2/ dont trust the walking time stated by Maps.me. Took us 45mins on a steady pace to reach the summit. Night @Hoja Homestay, 300k for a comfortable AC room with bathroom.
D20 : Ende – Bajawa, via Air Panas Mengeruda ; grade A, 120km, 3 hours. Note : don’t plan to short in Mengeruda (Soa), very easy to spend a half day there, especially if playing with local kids. Stay @Cinnamon GH, 250k for double with fan and hot shower (cheaper options with shared hot shower availlable).
D21 : First day in Bajawa : Watu Nari Wowo (Avatar Hill, sic…), Kampung Adat Ngada Tololela & Gurusina (very very friendly people, complementary views of Gn Inerie & Wolo Deru). Sunset from Puncak Manulalu (well… Heaven’s door Bar & Restaurant)
D22 : Second day in Bajawa : Kampung Adat Ngio (hardly visited, best view on Gn Inerie), Air Panas Malanage, Kampung Adat Bena (the most visited Ngada village (after Bela ?) in the area, we went there at the end of the afternoon to avoid tours, early morning would be fine too), and Gunung Wolobobo for a terrific sunset
D23 : returned to Gunung Wolobobo for sunrise with Gn Ebulobo in the distance (search for a track on the eastern slope, near the communication antenna). You can circuit the rim to the usual viewpoint (westside, sunset spot), the path is easy to find. Then took again the road to Aimere, visiting Kampung Adat Belaraghi enroute (the setting is maybe less rewarding than all the previous villages). 56km ; 1h30. The road to Belaraghi is fine, except the final part.
D24 : Aimere – Ruteng (105km, 3h30). Nice detour by the paddy fields of Wodo (southwest of Golo Loni) of Sunset from Golo Curu (nice encounters with locals). Night @Tange GH, 130k for room with outside (private) bathroom, no breakfast.
D25 : Surroundings of Ruteng (paddy fields north and east of ruteng ; Maps.me has funny tracks starting from Kenda), and the rather pleasant city itself (pasar, churches, lapangan). We finally skipped Liang Bua.
D26 : Ruteng - Labuan Bajo (130km, 3h30). No visits of the waterfalls close to the TransFlores (entry fee (with bule prices) + mandatory guide etc…). Sunset from Bukit Hercadi with very few locals (Bukit Sylvia & Bukit Amelia, just south, were packed). 2 nights @Wellamas Homestay, away from the harbour and its advantages/disadvantages. 230k for comfortable AC room with hot shower.
D27 : New road to Golo Mori Convention Center (another big money well spent…), with nice views on the strait separating Flores from Pulau Rinca. Some empty beaches (e.g. Pantai Pasir Pajang ; we were there on a weekday perhaps frequented by people from LBajo only). 30km (40 mins) one way, perhaps the fastest road of Flores…
D28 : Morning on the peninsula north of Labuan Bajo before taking a flight to Jakarta in the afternoon. On Google maps, the asphalt road only goes to Teras Langit ; it now (august 2026) continues to Puncak Basok and is still in progress towards the eastern part of the peninsula. On the way back, two other nice Bukit where you can enjoy nice views on the bay (and the resorts…) : Bukit Lontar & Bukit Beta. Note : we only found one public (and nice and quiet) beach in the area ; tagged as Sunset Point Beach on Gmaps. All the rest was closed by fences ; they are privately owned (although the Indonesian consitution grants the coastline as public space).
We're a family of five: one dad, one mom, and three kids aged 10, 15, and 18.
Before diving into each stop in more detail, here are a few general thoughts:
We wanted to sample a bit of everything Japan has to offer in terms of landscapes, accommodation, and transport. We were after walks, temples, restaurants, shopping, and some downtime—but no "all-inclusive experiences" or museums for this first visit.
Three medium-sized (60x42x25) canvas suitcases, plus a duffel bag and a few small backpacks. 23 kg in the hold on the way out, 60 kg on the way back. 36 kg of shopping, without even trying. I think this is the maximum suitcase size if you don’t want to stress on the Shinkansen: they fit easily in the overhead racks.
Round-trip with Cathay Pacific, layover in Hong Kong: no need to collect luggage in Hong Kong—we checked it in at departure and picked it up in Tokyo, and the same on the way back (checked in Osaka, picked up at our final destination). This let us explore Hong Kong without worrying about our bags. Food and entertainment were pretty good—meals included a little Häagen-Dazs on each flight, and the entertainment had way more Asian cinema than you’d find on a Western airline, which was a nice way to see how much weight Western culture carries in Asia.
The original plan was to fly directly from Ishigaki to Hong Kong, but due to Typhoon Dolphin, we had to cancel the Ishigaki leg. Cathay didn’t bat an eye about swapping the Ishigaki-HK flight for an Osaka-HK one, even though it was twice as long.
We were a bit too attached to the idea of ending the trip with some beach time and replaced Ishigaki with Shirahama. It was a mistake—we should’ve visited Hiroshima or spent a little more time in Tokyo instead.
Last February, I made a trip using "public transport" from France to southern Senegal via Spain, Morocco, Western Sahara, and Mauritania.
It’s a journey of about 5,000 km, where I took trains (as far as Marrakech), ferries (to cross Gibraltar and then to reach Casamance from Dakar), and mostly buses on the long desert straightaways. I hadn’t planned any stops in advance or booked any hotels, except for the very first train to Spain, which left plenty of room for the unexpected.
Why travel by land and sea? In recent years, flight-free travel has been gaining popularity. On social media, posts explaining how to cross Europe by train as quickly as possible go viral. Traveling without flying—and making sure people know about it—has become a great way to earn a badge of eco-responsibility: an essential totem for anyone wanting to prove both their dedication to the ecological cause and the wisdom of slow travel.
I haven’t flown in years, and this journey to West Africa could easily be filed under "responsible travel." But it wouldn’t be honest to say that: in reality, it wasn’t really my aversion to flying that motivated this long trek. I see overland travel primarily as a way to experience the world’s geography at a grounded, earthly pace—the pace of the locals. Besides, I’ll be flying back, which disqualifies any claim to being a model of sustainability.
So no eco-badge, and no adventurer’s badge either: you won’t find any heroic tales of camel rides in lost lands or mineral train wagons in this account (popular with influencers, the Mauritania iron ore train now attracts tourists from all over the world, turning "the experience" into something you "have to do at least once in your life"). This five-part story, written on the road, has no other ambition than to recount a journey through places and people, and to share the thoughts they inspire in me. As simply and, I hope, as humbly as possible.
I’m posting the episodes here, which you can also find on my blog (with more photos) at the following links:
Episode 1: Spain, from Avignon to Algeciras
Episode 2: Morocco, from Tangier to Tarfaya
Episode 3: Western Sahara, from Tarfaya to Guerguerat
Episode 4: Mauritania, from Guerguerat to Nouakchott
Episode 5: Senegal, from Rosso to Saloulou
To help those who might want to make the same trip, I’ve also put together a summary of the route with recommendations—you can read it at the end of the story and on the blog:
From France to Senegal Without Flying: Route and Itinerary Recommendations
Hello and welcome aboard this new travel journal!
We’re heading off to Ireland together—a country I’ve wanted to explore for a very long time.
The moment has finally arrived.
We’ll be traveling as a family—my wife, my husband, and our 7-year-old daughter.
Here’s our itinerary:
24/07: Flight from Marseille to Dublin, overnight in Dublin
25/07: Dublin, overnight in Dublin
26/07: Dublin, overnight in Dublin
27/07: Pick up rental car, drive to Dingle, overnight near Tralee on the peninsula
28/07: Visit the Ring of Kerry
29/07: Adare, Bunratty Castle, Galway, overnight in Outheragh, near Galway
30/07: Cliffs of Moher, overnight in Outheragh
31/07: Connemara, overnight in Outheragh
01/08: Drive to Sligo via Westport and Downpatrick Head, overnight in Sligo
02/08: Slieve League, Silver Strand Beach, Glencolmcille, overnight in Sligo
03/08: Drive to Derry via Glenveagh National Park, overnight in Derry
04/08: Giant’s Causeway, Dunluce Castle, Portrush, Derry, overnight in Derry
05/08: Drive to Belfast, visit Belfast, overnight in Lisburn (Belfast suburbs)
06/08: Game of Thrones filming locations: Dark Hedges, Carrick-a-Rede, Ballintoy, etc., overnight in Lisburn
07/08: Drive to the Wicklow Mountains, visit Wicklow Mountains National Park, overnight in Blessington
08/08: Drive back to Dublin and return to Marseille.
Cost breakdown:
Flights:
Outbound flights with KLM via Amsterdam for 3: 175 € + 40,000 Flying Blue miles (so essentially a free ticket)
Return flight with Aer Lingus for 3: 489 €
Rental car:
10 days booked with Enterprise via Carigami: 443 € including zero-excess insurance.
Accommodation:
Dublin: 3 nights at Maldron Hotel New Cross: 394 €
Tralee: 2 nights in a caravan (Ocean Trail Oasis): 292 €
Outheragh: 3 nights Airbnb, family room with private bathroom: 430 €
Sligo: 2 nights at Clayton Hotel: 456 €
Derry: 2 nights at Belfray Inn: 255 €
Lisburn: 2 nights at Temple Golf Club: 232 €
Blessington: 1 night at Baltyboys Lodges B&B: 158 €
That brings our total to 3,325 € for three.
On the ground, visits, fuel, and food cost around 2,500 €.
So this was quite an expensive trip.
A few price examples:
1 liter of unleaded fuel: 1.89 €
3-day pass in Dublin: 18 €
1 scoop of ice cream: 5 to 6.5 €
Castle visit: 15 € per person
A coffee: 3-4 €
A glass of wine at a restaurant: 8-10 €
A half-pint of Guinness: 7-12 €
Now, here’s the day-by-day account of our adventure in Ireland:
Our decision is our decision. And it’s firm and final. Next winter, our plane will spread its great wings toward the island of Ceylon! "Wait a minute... Ceylon... Ceylon... that name rings a bell, but I can’t quite place it on the globe Grandma gave me for Christmas! Ceylon... Oh right, I’ve got it: Ceylon is the name of my tea!" Exactly. But the name on your pretty tea box is also the one used until 1972 for this island nation, a speck on the Indian Ocean at the southern tip of the Indian subcontinent: Sri Lanka!
For this new adventure, I’m exceptionally leaving my Flo behind, cowardly replaced by a double dose of testosterone. To write the book of this journey with me, I’m bringing along my brother, who’s used to this kind of thing, and... a guest star: My model of resilience. My dad! All aboard! Or rather, all aboard our tuk-tuk! Yes, you read that right: A real tuk-tuk, a little colorful rolling box that putters along at two miles an hour. The idea? Well, Sri Lanka and its winding roads overlooking the vastness of lush nature are tailor-made for this kind of vehicle. And since it’s one of only two countries in the world that allow foreigners to rent and drive these mini speedsters, we’ll be crisscrossing the island in our two-square-meter rolling box. Plus, adopting this mode of transport is a surefire way to connect directly with the locals, who’ll surely be curious to see a foreigner driving their iconic vehicle. Not to mention the... let’s say... spicy anecdotes it might generate. I mean, heading into a subtropical zone with my jet-black dad and his unpredictable digestive flora while deliberately choosing the tuk-tuk as our *only* means of transport? That’s the winning combo for an unforgettable adventure! "More seriously, Dad, Sullivan, I’m already loving the idea of living this adventure together, the three of us—brothers and father..."
So, does the intro to this new adventure get your salivary glands going? Yes? Too bad. Because unfortunately, the program handed out by the lady at the entrance has been slightly... let’s say *crumpled*. Some might even say "scrunched up and nearly tossed in the trash." First, six days ago, as the countdown echoed in us like a call to adventure, Cyclone Ditwah grabbed Sri Lanka, played with it like a rag doll, and left it battered on the ground. The toll is devastating: over a thousand dead, thousands of homes wiped out by relentless rains, roads and railways swallowed by massive mudslides. A country wounded once again, after the civil war, the 2004 tsunami, and the post-Covid economic crisis.
But as if this weather disaster wasn’t enough to shake our unbreakable adventurer spirit, fate decided to mess with us further by cutting our trio down to two. The victim? My brother, violently turned away because of a simple date on his passport that didn’t match the border officials’ expectations. Return to sender!
So now it’s just the two of us allowed to board the Qatar Airways Airbus A380 for this trip. If he were here, Denis Brognart would say, "And in the end, only one remains!" Except I know you’ll be with us, following our adventures! Right?
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!