Hello,
I’d like to thank you again for the deeply touching signs of friendship you’ve shown us since Patrick’s terrible passing, through the very personal messages you posted on VF. They’ve helped us so much during these incredibly difficult times. Of course, the grief is still there, but Patrick will live on through the memories he left us all.
Patrick, who managed to skip the transition into 2008, unfortunately couldn’t avoid the entire year 2008, moving straight into 2009—which I hope will be happy and full of discoveries, just the way Patrick loved them.
Nicole de Brisson
__
I managed to skip the transition into 2008
http://voyageforum.com/v.f?do=post_view_flat;post=1438508;page=1;sb=post_latest_reply;so=ASC;mh=-1;
January 1, 2008 at 3:33 PM
I’ve checked and rechecked my calculations multiple times, consulted Google and the stars, and even asked a rabbit to read my cards just to be sure—just in case—and it seems I’ve finally pulled off THE FEAT: skipping the transition from 2007 to 2008.
Let’s simplify: in any given time zone, the start of the new year happens somewhere between 11:59:59 PM on December 31 and 12:00:01 AM on January 1. The vast majority of people on Earth experience this moment at some point, no matter where they are. The only way to escape it is by time-traveling or having well-connected extraterrestrial friends who can abduct you at the right moment.
Impossible, then? Not entirely. There *is* a way to skip it, and I managed it last night on flight EK 122 from Istanbul to Dubai, operated by the excellent Emirates Airlines. The flight was scheduled to depart at 7:10 PM (Turkish time) on December 31 and arrive at 1:15 AM (UAE time) on January 1. A stroke of luck meant the plane left on time and even arrived about half an hour early, around 12:45 AM.
Let me try to explain this phenomenon as simply as possible.
When it’s midnight in Dubai, it’s 10:00 PM in Istanbul and 11:30 PM in Iran. The Istanbul-Dubai flight crosses Turkey from west to east, skirts just north of the Iraqi border, then turns southeast to fly over the Zagros Mountains, southern Iran, and finally the Persian Gulf before landing in Dubai. For our purposes, the last hour of the flight is key—specifically, the transition from Iran to international waters and then the UAE. The UAE is half an hour ahead of Iran, so these two countries (and everyone in them) entered 2008 half an hour apart. It’s reasonable to assume the same applies to anyone in a plane directly above them at that moment.
Here’s the crucial part—bear with me: when it’s midnight in Dubai, it’s only 11:30 PM in Iran. And when it’s midnight in Iran, it’s already 12:30 AM in Dubai. So anyone crossing from one country to the other within that half-hour window essentially jumps straight from, say, 11:45 PM on December 31 to 12:15 AM on January 1—skipping midnight entirely. After studying the map and estimating distances and flight times, it seems the EK 122 flight last night crossed from Iran to the UAE *during* that critical half-hour, outside of time itself. So it’s not unreasonable to say that the lucky passengers (and crew—let’s not forget the crew!) on that flight didn’t experience the transition into 2008.
Admittedly, the reasoning could use some refinement. We’d need to confirm that the part of the Persian Gulf the plane crossed wasn’t in international waters or Saudi/Bahraini territory, which might complicate things with additional time zones. But for now, let me dream and believe I’ve achieved the ultimate goal of every self-respecting grump: snubbing the start of a new year.
And no amount of hysterical squealing from a few airheaded flight attendants when Dubai’s clock struck midnight (when, for crying out loud, we weren’t even in Dubai’s time zone yet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) could dampen my enthusiasm. Since they were women, I didn’t even bother explaining my theory—they’d never have understood in time, and I’d have missed my connecting flight. So I just savored my victory in silence.
To wrap up, I’d like to thank the captain of EK 122 for making up some time (otherwise, I’d have crossed midnight in Iran, and it would’ve been game over). Thanks also to the favorable winds that made it possible. And a special thanks to the late Saddam Hussein—if he hadn’t messed up in 1990, there’d have been no air blockade over Iraq, and the Istanbul-Dubai route might never have existed. So, thanks, Saddam, wherever you are.
January 2, 2008 at 9:04 AM
Alright, I think I’ll have to give in to popular demand and break my vow of abstinence… from new year’s wishes. So here’s to all of you: may you cross as many time zones as possible in the next 12 months.
January 3, 2008 at 8:10 AM
I don’t entirely agree with your reasoning, maitairoa, because it has two flaws: first, the plane would have to cross the border between the two countries *exactly* as one of them hits midnight, which is highly unlikely (in my case, there was a 30-minute margin). And if it *does* happen, it’s better to move from the back of the plane to the front rather than the other way around. Here’s why: the goal is to cross from one country to the other as quickly as possible to skip the midnight barrier. To do that, you need to move eastward as fast as possible. Assuming a person walks at 1 meter per second and a plane flies at 300 meters per second, someone walking from the back to the front of the plane moves at 301 meters per second relative to the ground, while someone walking the opposite way only moves at 299 meters per second. My ‘pee-er’ (as in, someone taking a bathroom break) would therefore be faster than yours and have a better chance of success. The difference is minimal, though, since the person’s speed is negligible compared to the plane’s.
There, I had to say it.
(If someone could explain this in simpler terms for glatch, that’d be great.)
January 8, 2008 at 3:14 AM
You’re right—it could’ve also worked by crossing the International Date Line from east to west.
I still think my method works (unless I made a mistake in my calculations or map positioning, but in theory, it should). Time zones create sharp divides; they’re not gradual. You don’t gain a second in time by moving one arc-second east. When you cross a time zone, you jump straight from 3:24 PM to 4:24 PM, or from 10:00 PM to 11:00 PM… or from 11:45 PM to 12:45 AM.
January 8, 2008 at 3:31 AM
Isn’t Schrödinger the guy who tied a buttered toast to his cat’s back and threw it out the window to see if it’d land on its feet or the buttered side? Because that’s pretty much the only feline paradox I know.
True, I didn’t factor quantum physics into my reasoning. But on Christmas Eve, I *did* manage to avoid Christmas carols, and that’s another feat I’m proud of.
January 10, 2008 at 10:52 AM
I hope no one from Normandy is reading this. I’d hate for Caen to hold a grudge.
Other than that, nothing to add—just wanted to drop another
Hello,
I’d like to thank you again for the deeply touching signs of friendship you’ve shown us since Patrick’s terrible passing, through the personal messages you posted on VF. They’ve helped us so much during these incredibly difficult times. Of course, the grief is still here, but Patrick will live on through the memories he left us all.
Patrick, who managed to skip the transition into 2008, unfortunately couldn’t avoid the entire year of 2008, moving straight into 2009—which I hope will be happy and full of discoveries, just like Patrick loved.
Nicole de Brisson
__ I managed to skip the transition into 2008
http://voyageforum.com/v.f?do=post_view_flat;post=1438508;page=1;sb=post_latest_reply;so=ASC;mh=-1
January 1, 2008 at 3:33 PM
I’ve double- and triple-checked my calculations, consulted Google and the stars, and even asked a rabbit to pull some cards for me—just to be sure—and it seems I’ve finally pulled off THE FEAT: skipping the transition from 2007 to 2008.
Let’s simplify: in any given time zone, the new year begins somewhere between 11:59:59 PM on December 31 and 12:00:01 AM on January 1. The vast majority of people on Earth experience this moment, no matter where they are. The only way to escape it is by time-traveling or having well-placed extraterrestrial friends who can abduct you at the right moment.
Impossible, then? Not entirely. There *is* a way to skip it, and I managed it last night aboard Emirates Airlines flight EK 122 from Istanbul to Dubai. The flight was scheduled to depart at 7:10 PM (Turkish time) on December 31 and arrive at 1:15 AM (UAE time) on January 1. A stroke of luck meant the plane left on time and even arrived about half an hour early, around 12:45 AM.
Let’s try to explain this phenomenon as simply as possible.
When it’s midnight in Dubai, it’s 10:00 PM in Istanbul and 11:30 PM in Iran. The Istanbul-Dubai flight crosses Turkey from west to east, skirts just north of the Iraqi border, then veers southeast over the Zagros Mountains, southern Iran, and finally the Persian Gulf before landing in Dubai. The key part of this demonstration is the last hour of the flight—specifically, the transition from Iran to international waters and then the UAE. The UAE is half an hour ahead of Iran, so these two countries (and everyone in them) entered 2008 half an hour apart. The same logic applies to anyone in a plane flying over these areas at that time.
Here’s the crucial part: when it’s midnight in Dubai, it’s only 11:30 PM in Iran. And when it’s midnight in Iran, it’s already 12:30 AM in Dubai. Anyone crossing from one country to the other within that half-hour window essentially jumps straight from, say, 11:45 PM on December 31 to 12:15 AM on January 1—skipping midnight entirely. After studying the map and estimating distances and flight times, it seems flight EK 122 crossed from Iran to the UAE during that critical half-hour, outside of time itself. So it’s not unreasonable to say that the lucky passengers (and crew—let’s not forget the crew!) on that flight didn’t experience the transition into 2008.
Admittedly, the reasoning could use some refinement. For instance, we’d need to confirm whether the part of the Persian Gulf the plane crossed was in international waters or belonged to Saudi Arabia or Bahrain, which might require adjusting the calculations or considering other time zones. But for now, let me dream and believe I’ve achieved the ultimate goal of every self-respecting grump: snubbing the start of a new year.
And no amount of hysterical squealing from a few airheaded flight attendants when Dubai’s clock struck midnight (when, for crying out loud, we weren’t even in Dubai’s time zone yet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) could dampen my enthusiasm. Since they were women, I didn’t even bother explaining my theory—they’d never have understood in time for me to catch my connecting flight. So I just savored my victory in silence.
To wrap up, I’d like to thank the captain of flight EK 122 for making up some time (otherwise, I’d have crossed midnight in Iran), as well as the favorable winds that made it possible. I’d also like to thank the late Saddam Hussein, who—if he hadn’t messed up in 1990—wouldn’t have triggered the Iraqi airspace blockade, which disrupted most Middle Eastern flight routes, including the one between Istanbul and Dubai. Thanks, Saddam, wherever you are.
January 2, 2008 at 9:04 AM
Alright, I think I’ll have to cave to popular demand and break my vow of abstinence… from new year’s wishes. So here’s to all of you: may you cross as many time zones as possible in the next 12 months.
January 3, 2008 at 8:10 AM
I don’t entirely agree with your reasoning, maitairoa, as it has two flaws: the plane would have to cross the border between the two countries *exactly* as one of them hits midnight, which is highly unlikely (in my story, there was a half-hour margin). If it does happen, it’s better to move from the back of the plane to the front rather than the other way around. Here’s why: the goal is to cross from one country to the other as quickly as possible to skip the midnight barrier. To do that, you need to move as fast as possible from west to east. Assuming a person walks at 1 meter per second and a plane flies at about 300 meters per second, someone walking from the back to the front of the plane would move at 301 meters per second relative to the ground, while someone walking the opposite way would only move at 299 meters per second. My "pee-er" (let’s call it that) would therefore be faster than yours and have a better chance of success. It’s also worth noting that the chances of success for a "pee-er" compared to a passenger sitting still are only slightly higher, since their speed is negligible compared to the plane’s.
There, I had to say it.
(If someone could explain this in simpler terms for glatch, that’d be great.)
January 8, 2008 at 3:14 AM
You’re right—it could’ve also worked by crossing the International Date Line from east to west.
I still think my method works (unless I made a mistake in my calculations or positioning on the map, but in theory, it should). Time zones create sharp divides; they’re not gradual. You don’t gain a second in time by moving one arc-second east. When you cross a time zone, you jump straight from 3:24 PM to 4:24 PM, or from 10:00 PM to 11:00 PM… or from 11:45 PM to 12:45 AM.
January 8, 2008 at 3:31 AM
Isn’t Schrödinger the guy who tied a buttered toast to his cat’s back and threw it out the window to see if it’d land on its feet or the buttered side? Because that’s pretty much the only feline paradox I know.
True, I didn’t factor quantum physics into my reasoning. But on Christmas Eve, I *did* manage to avoid the carol perspective, and that’s another feat I’m proud of.
January 10, 2008 at 10:52 AM
I hope no one from Normandy is reading this. I’d hate for Caen to tick.
Other than that, nothing to say—but I wanted to drop a too.
Hello, I’d like to thank you again for the deeply touching signs of friendship you’ve shown us since Patrick’s tragic passing, through the personal messages you posted on VF. They’ve helped us so much during these incredibly difficult times. Of course, the grief is still here, but Patrick will live on through the memories he left us all. Patrick, who managed to skip the transition into 2008, unfortunately couldn’t avoid the entire year of 2008, so I hope 2009 brings you happiness and discoveries, just like Patrick loved them. Nicole de Brisson __ I managed to skip the transition into 2008
http://voyageforum.com/v.f?do=post_view_flat;post=1438508;page=1;sb=post_latest_reply;so=ASC;mh=-1;
January 1, 2008 at 3:33 PM
I’ve double- and triple-checked my calculations, consulted Google and the stars, and even asked a rabbit to pull some cards for me—just to be sure—and it seems I’ve finally pulled off THE FEAT: skipping the transition from 2007 to 2008.
Let’s simplify: in any given time zone, the new year begins somewhere between 11:59:59 PM on December 31 and 12:00:01 AM on January 1. The vast majority of people on Earth experience this moment at some point, no matter where they are. The only way to escape it is by time-traveling or having well-placed extraterrestrial friends who can abduct you at the right moment.
Impossible, then? Not entirely. There *is* a way to skip it, and I managed it last night on flight EK 122 from Istanbul to Dubai, operated by the excellent Emirates Airlines. The flight departed at 7:10 PM (Turkish time) on December 31 and arrived at 1:15 AM (UAE time) on January 1. A stroke of luck meant the plane left on time and even arrived about half an hour early, around 12:45 AM.
Let me try to explain this phenomenon as simply as possible.
When it’s midnight in Dubai, it’s 10:00 PM in Istanbul and 11:30 PM in Iran. The Istanbul-Dubai flight crosses Turkey from west to east, passes just north of the Iraqi border, then veers southeast over the Zagros Mountains, southern Iran, and finally the Persian Gulf before landing in Dubai. The key part of this demonstration is the last hour of the flight, specifically the transition from Iran to international waters and then the UAE. The UAE is half an hour ahead of Iran, so these two countries (and everyone in them) welcomed 2008 half an hour apart. It’s reasonable to assume the same applies to anyone in a plane directly above them at that moment.
Here’s the crucial part—bear with me. When it’s midnight in Dubai, it’s only 11:30 PM in Iran. And when it’s midnight in Iran, it’s already 12:30 AM in Dubai. So, anyone crossing from one country to the other within that half-hour window essentially jumps straight from, say, 11:45 PM on December 31 to 12:15 AM on January 1. After studying the map and estimating distances and flight times, it seems the EK 122 flight last night crossed from Iran to the UAE *during* that critical half-hour, outside of time itself. So, it’s not unreasonable to say that the lucky passengers (and crew—let’s not forget them!) on that flight didn’t experience the transition into 2008.
Sure, the reasoning could use some refinement. For example, we’d need to check if the part of the Persian Gulf crossed at that moment was in international waters or even Saudi/Bahraini territory, which might mean adjusting the calculations or considering other time zones. But for heaven’s sake, let me dream and believe I’ve achieved the ultimate goal of every self-respecting grump: snubbing the start of a new year.
And no amount of hysterical squealing from a few airheaded flight attendants when Dubai’s clock struck midnight (when, for crying out loud, we weren’t even in Dubai’s time zone yet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) could dampen my enthusiasm. Since they were women, I didn’t even bother explaining my theory—they’d never have understood in time, and I’d have missed my connecting flight. So, I just savored my victory in silence.
To wrap up, I’d like to thank the captain of EK 122 for making up some time (otherwise, it would’ve been game over—I’d have crossed midnight in Iran), as well as the favorable winds that made it possible. I’d also like to thank the late Saddam Hussein, who, if he hadn’t messed up in 1990, wouldn’t have triggered the Iraqi airspace blockade, which disrupted most Middle Eastern flight routes, including the one between Istanbul and Dubai. Thanks, Saddam, wherever you are.
January 2, 2008 at 9:04 AM
Alright, I think I’ll have to give in to popular demand and break my vow of abstinence… from new year’s wishes. So, here’s to all of you—may you cross as many time zones as possible in the next 12 months.
January 3, 2008 at 8:10 AM
I don’t entirely agree with your reasoning, maitairoa, because it has two flaws: first, the plane would have to cross the border between the two countries *exactly* as one of them hits midnight, which is highly unlikely (in my story, there was a half-hour margin). Second, if it *does* happen, it’s better to move from the back of the plane to the front rather than the other way around. Here’s why: the goal is to cross from one country to the other as quickly as possible to skip the midnight barrier. To do that, you need to move as fast as possible from west to east. Assuming a person walks at 1 meter per second and a plane flies at about 300 meters per second, someone walking from the back to the front of the plane would move at 301 meters per second relative to the ground, while someone walking the opposite way would only move at 299 meters per second. My ‘pisser’ (as in, the person walking) would be faster than yours and have a better chance of success. It also turns out that the chances of success for a ‘pisser’ compared to a passenger sitting still are only slightly higher, since their speed is negligible compared to the plane’s.
There. Had to be said.
(If someone could explain this in simpler terms for glatch, that’d be great.)
January 8, 2008 at 3:14 AM
You’re right—it could’ve also worked by crossing the International Date Line from east to west.
I still think my method works (unless there’s a miscalculation or a map positioning error, but in theory, it should). Time zones create sharp boundaries; they’re not gradual. You don’t gain a second in time by moving one arc-second east. When you cross a time zone, you jump straight from 3:24 PM to 4:24 PM, or from 10:00 PM to 11:00 PM… or from 11:45 PM to 12:45 AM.
January 8, 2008 at 3:31 AM
Isn’t Schrödinger the guy who had fun strapping a buttered toast to his cat’s back and tossing it out the window to see if it’d land on its feet or buttered-side down? Because that’s pretty much the only feline paradox I know.
True, I didn’t factor quantum physics into my reasoning. But on Christmas Eve, I *did* manage to avoid the carol perspective, and that’s another feat I’m proud of.
January 10, 2008 at 10:52 AM
I hope no one from Normandy is reading this. I’d hate for Caen to ‘tick.’
Other than that, nothing to add—just wanted to drop another
Hello,
I’d like to thank you again for the deeply touching signs of friendship you’ve shown us since Patrick’s terrible passing, through the very personal messages you posted on VF. They’ve helped us so much during these incredibly difficult times. Of course, the grief is still here, but Patrick will live on through the memories he left us all.
Patrick, who managed to skip the transition into 2008, unfortunately couldn’t avoid the entire year 2008, jumping straight to 2009—which I hope will be happy and full of discoveries, just as he loved.
Nicole de Brisson
__ I managed to skip the transition into 2008
http://voyageforum.com/v.f?do=post_view_flat;post=1438508;page=1;sb=post_latest_reply;so=ASC;mh=-1
January 1, 2008 at 3:33 PM
I’ve double- and triple-checked my calculations, consulted Google and the stars, and even asked a rabbit to pull some cards for me—just to be sure—and it really does seem I’ve pulled off THE FEAT: skipping the transition from 2007 to 2008.
Let’s simplify: in any given time zone, the new year begins somewhere between 11:59:59 PM on December 31 and 12:00:01 AM on January 1. The vast majority of people on Earth experience this moment at some point, no matter where they are. Impossible to escape unless you can time-travel or have well-placed extraterrestrial friends who can abduct you at just the right moment.
Impossible, then? Not entirely—there *is* a way to skip it, and I managed it last night on flight EK 122 from Istanbul to Dubai, operated by the excellent Emirates Airlines. The flight was scheduled to depart at 7:10 PM (Turkish time) on December 31 and arrive at 1:15 AM (UAE time) on January 1. A stroke of luck meant the plane left on time and even arrived about half an hour early, around 12:45 AM.
Let’s try to explain this phenomenon as simply as possible.
When it’s midnight in Dubai, it’s 10:00 PM in Istanbul and 11:30 PM in Iran. The Istanbul-Dubai flight crosses Turkey from west to east, skirts just north of the Iraqi border, then veers southeast over the Zagros Mountains, southern Iran, and finally the Persian Gulf before landing in Dubai. For our purposes, the last hour of the flight is key—specifically, the transition from Iran to international waters and then the UAE. The UAE is half an hour ahead of Iran, so these two countries (and everyone in them) entered 2008 half an hour apart. It’s reasonable to assume the same applies to anyone in a plane directly above them at that moment.
Here’s the crucial part—bear with me: when it’s midnight in Dubai, it’s only 11:30 PM in Iran. And when it’s midnight in Iran, it’s already 12:30 AM in Dubai. So anyone crossing from one country to the other in that half-hour window essentially jumps straight from, say, 11:45 PM on December 31 to 12:15 AM on January 1—skipping the stroke of midnight entirely. After studying the map and estimating distances and flight times, it seems the EK 122 flight last night crossed from Iran to the UAE *during* that fateful half-hour, outside of time itself. It’s not unreasonable to say that the lucky passengers (and crew—let’s not forget the crew!) on that flight didn’t experience the transition into 2008.
Sure, the reasoning could use some refinement—like checking whether the part of the Persian Gulf we crossed was in international waters, Saudi, or Bahraini territory, which might mean adjusting the time zones. But for heaven’s sake, let me dream and believe I’ve achieved the ultimate goal of every self-respecting grump: snubbing the start of a new year.
And no amount of hysterical squealing from a few airheaded flight attendants when Dubai’s clock struck midnight (when, for crying out loud, we weren’t even in Dubai’s time zone yet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) could dampen my enthusiasm. Since they were women, I didn’t even bother explaining my theory as they walked through the cabin wishing everyone a happy new year—I knew they’d never grasp it in time for my connecting flight. So I just silently savored my victory.
To wrap up, I’d like to thank the captain of EK 122 for making up some time (otherwise, it would’ve been game over—I’d have crossed midnight in Iran), as well as the favorable winds that made it possible. I’d also like to thank the late Saddam Hussein, who—if he hadn’t messed up in 1990—wouldn’t have triggered the Iraqi airspace blockade, which disrupted most Middle Eastern flight routes, including the one between Istanbul and Dubai. Thanks, Saddam, wherever you are.
January 2, 2008 at 9:04 AM
Alright, I think I’ll have to cave to popular demand and break my vow of abstinence… from new year’s wishes. So here’s to all of you—may you cross as many time zones as possible in the next 12 months.
January 3, 2008 at 8:10 AM
I don’t entirely agree with your reasoning, maitairoa, because it has two flaws: the plane would have to cross the border between the two countries *exactly* as one of them hits midnight, which is highly unlikely (in my case, there was a half-hour margin). And if it does happen, it’s better to move from the back of the plane to the front rather than the other way around. Here’s why: the goal is to cross from one country to the other as quickly as possible to skip the midnight barrier. To do that, you need to move east as fast as possible. Assuming a person walks at 1 meter per second and a plane flies at about 300 meters per second, someone walking from the back to the front of the plane moves at 301 meters per second relative to the ground, while someone walking the opposite way only moves at 299 meters per second. My ‘pisser’ (as in, the person walking) would be faster than yours and thus more likely to succeed. You’ll also see that the chances of success for a ‘pisser’ versus a passenger sitting still are only slightly better, since their speed is negligible compared to the plane’s.
There—had to get that off my chest.
(If someone could explain this in simpler terms for glatch, that’d be great.)
January 8, 2008 at 3:14 AM
You’re right—it could’ve also worked by crossing the International Date Line from east to west.
I still think my method works (unless I miscalculated or misplaced something on the map, but in theory, it should). Time zones create sharp divides—they’re not gradual. You don’t gain a second in time by moving one arc-second east. When you cross a time zone, you jump straight from 3:24 PM to 4:24 PM, or from 10:00 PM to 11:00 PM… or from 11:45 PM to 12:45 AM.
January 8, 2008 at 3:31 AM
Isn’t Schrödinger the guy who had fun strapping a buttered toast to his cat’s back and tossing it out the window to see if it’d land on its feet or the buttered side? Because that’s pretty much the only feline paradox I know.
True, I didn’t factor quantum physics into my reasoning. But on Christmas Eve, I *did* manage to avoid the carol perspective—and that’s another feat I’m proud of.
January 10, 2008 at 10:52 AM
I hope no one from Normandy is reading this. I’d hate for Caen to ‘tick.’
Other than that, nothing to add—just wanted to drop another
I hadn’t read Patrick’s story before, but I do remember that he really didn’t like December 31st, just like me.
This line made me smile:
But for heaven’s sake, let me dream and believe that I’ve achieved the ultimate goal of every self-respecting grump by snubbing the start of a new year like this.
You were absolutely right to give us the chance to read Patrick’s text again. Personally, it’s my favorite—it’s so original and... timeless!
The way he tried to explain his theories, theorems, and twisted calculations! Instead of boring us, he made us all laugh. He was unmatched at impressing us without taking himself too seriously.
What a great memory.
Patrick, when it’s my time to go dance among the stars, where years no longer exist, I’ll bring you a little square of chocolate—you’ll have to tell me what you think of it!
Another delicious opportunity for laughter and smiles—I can just picture this meet-up like that 🙂...
Dolma
un chemin et la caresse du vent, alors je pars en voyage...
I've been less active on VF than in the past. So I only just found out about this very sad news today.
I exchanged a lot of PMs and forum posts with Patrick on all sorts of topics—he had such a universal knowledge... AND I was happy to meet him at the VF meet-up in Nice in April 2005. He lit up the dinner.
I'm devastated by this news, crying alone in front of my computer.
He's now embarked on the greatest journey of all. My deepest condolences to you, and to everyone who will miss Patrick so much.
Marseil (Thierry).
"Rien ne développe l'intelligence comme les voyages."
Emile Zola
Tonight, I’m coming back to you.
The events of the century—no one dared to imagine them—have taken place without you.
The Recession: did you see it coming? After watching the rise of China’s and Asia’s economic power and the beginning of the collapse of the Western market economy, driven mad by its financial system.
I’m sure you would have gone to the inauguration of the new U.S. president; you were so deeply rooted in justice and freedom.
I’m certain you would have been captivated by this man who, though convinced of his destiny, didn’t know it would come true today.
You would have shared your thoughts—always so insightful—with that touch of humor (garlic, I almost said) that gives events a disarming and sparkling twist while keeping their gravity.
You would have prayed for the President’s steps, walking alone in the open toward the White House, to be the first of all nations marching in unison toward a better society.
But it’s utopia, isn’t it? Because you knew well the nature of man—wolf among wolves, predator of his own kind.
I wish you had been here, simply for you.
Thoughts.
le mal du voyage, une maladie qui s'attrape lorsque l'évasion nous enrichit des autres....
Like many others, I discovered your travel journal about North Korea, which I reread a few days ago. Determined to go there one day, I was about to send you a message full of questions about the country when I came across this thread and learned this terrible news.
I don’t think I’ve ever been so affected by the passing of someone I didn’t know.
You were looking forward to your first trip to Africa, but in the end, you’ve gone much farther away. I’ll have to be patient and ask you my questions in person when my turn comes. But until then, rest assured that the day I’m in Pyongyang, my thoughts will be with you.
I wish I’d had the chance to know you.
Travel in peace.
Personal upheavals in my life meant I hadn’t visited many sub-forums for a very long time, including Travelers' Thoughts and Reflections. So I hadn’t seen this long tribute to Yanguizi, and it’s only today that I’ve learned with shock of the passing of my favorite "VF pillar" and his true identity.
For a long time, many of his travel journals have been saved on my hard drive, and I reread them from time to time. I particularly appreciated his love for countries no one visits and his miraculous ability to aestheticize the absurd. He also had a unique literary style because, it must be said, whatever one thought of the opinions he expressed in his stories, Yanguizi was simply a true travel writer.
He leaves a huge void in the fabric of Voyage Forum, where he has already entered Legend, but he will continue to occupy a full and cherished place in our minds and hearts.
Si tu ouvres tes yeux d'enfant, le voyage commence au seuil de ta maison
Hello,
I’m new here, and what’s more, I only signed up to reply to this post—or rather, to share my thoughts on Patrick’s disappearance, which I only discovered on this forum two days ago...
Besides, I’m not much of a traveler, since I must’ve had slippers grafted onto my feet at birth, and the only trips I’ve taken were dictated by professional necessity, and yet.
Two days ago, I stumbled upon his article about his trip to North Korea by sheer chance. After devouring it, the way one devours a meal, I let myself get carried away by the urge to learn more about the man, and—faster than a rotary effusion or rotor (see AARRCC, take your pick)—I found out about his disappearance...
Not knowing him, I was surprised to feel genuinely moved. What was I doing the day he disappeared?
Neither a traveler nor envious, I had no obvious connection to him, and yet, like others, I think I was simply charmed by his story, the way he told it, the way he shared it...
In an era where the slightest "nobody" who appears on TV instantly becomes a star—for those who like reality TV, read: celebrity—who’s already bombarded with a flood of autograph requests the second they step out of the studio, screaming loudly and even fainting for the most devoted fans, this simple story of travel and life, or life and travel, of a love for culture and a commitment to discovery, simply hit me in the heart—a big blow, no doubt more powerful than I can even imagine today. Tomorrow, I might see it differently, but right now, it’s more than intense...
So naively, I wondered: why wouldn’t all those who loved him, even just through his stories, want to share all this?
Wouldn’t it be possible to publish a book combining his bio, his stories, and a few testimonies from those who knew him?
Why couldn’t we flood all the press agencies (or production companies) with messages to make them want to share this life story and turn it into a visual testimony? And, for once, instead of getting the crowd interested in complete nonsense or some nobody with no depth, there could actually be meaning in sharing something real.
There you have it—I know it’s naive, silly, and no doubt very poorly written, but it’s my mood as an armchair traveler.
(By the way, if this isn’t relevant, the admin can delete this post without any worries.)
Goodbye, Patrick.
I think your idea and the reflections behind it are shared by many of us.
However, this decision belongs to Patrick’s family, even if all his writings already belong to the great community of travelers—or not.
I didn’t know him either, but I was lucky enough to communicate with him on the Forum or privately. He was such an endearing guy, a "good" young man, full of humor, wit, and always perfectly polite no matter the circumstances.
So many of us still think of him that his spirit stays close to us.
La liberté, c'est un cadeau qu'on se fait à soi-même - (L.Gauthier)
Yeah, so many of us were waiting for that April Fool’s prank, eyes sparkling, a knowing smile on our lips.
Patrick, this morning we miss you even more. 🙁
They must be having a good laugh up there, wherever you are!
What did you come up with for today?
That you’d found a way to come back down, to be with us again?
Unfortunately, it’d just be an April Fool’s tale, that story.
"Nous méritons toutes nos rencontres ; elles sont accordées à notre destin, et ont une signification qu'il nous appartient de déchiffrer." Mauriac
I’ve read many of his writings, and I’ve just learned this news, which deeply moves me. I’d noticed the literary qualities of this undoubtedly captivating man. May his soul’s vitality allow him to travel wherever his heart desires, for eternity.
The American spy ship Pueblo was captured in the 1960s by the North Korean navy while sailing in that country's waters. Less than a year later, the sailors were sent back to the USA after the American government issued a letter of apology to North Korea. The vessel was kept as a war trophy and is now moored in Pyongyang, where a century earlier, another American ship, the Sherman, was reportedly sunk by the grandfather of Kim Il Sung."
He had captioned it:
"Fraternizing with the enemy"
Danielle
A man, a plan, a canal, Panama - palindrome, auteur inconnu
Just to clarify: his photos of North Korea, on his personal site.
"THE PUEBLO SHIP
The American spy ship Pueblo was captured in the 1960s by the North Korean navy while sailing in that country's waters. Less than a year later, the sailors were sent back to the U.S. after the American government issued a letter of apology to North Korea. The vessel was kept as a war trophy and is now docked in Pyongyang, where a century earlier, another American ship, the Sherman, was reportedly sunk by Kim's grandfather.
"Fraternizing with the enemy"
A man, a plan, a canal, Panama - palindrome, auteur inconnu
I just got back from Iran, and it was his travel journal—read when I heard this terrible news—that inspired me to go.
Every day, I’d read the page about the stage we were on, and I hope his writing will keep accompanying travelers for a long time to come.
I just got back from a trip to South Korea; after visiting the DMZ and Panmunjom, I looked up "North Korea" on VF and came across his travel journal, which I devoured in one sitting. It made me want to go there. I was about to contact him when I saw Tatra’s message...
Damn... sometimes the big wheel spins backward🙁🙁🙁
So long, buddy...
@lain
It’s been a year already, and I still can’t get enough of rereading your travel journals. Every time, some detail I’d forgotten comes back, and I laugh or smile—it depends.
I don’t even feel like reading other stories anymore; the pleasure just isn’t there. They feel dull, lifeless, often just a dry account. You had us so hooked, waiting for the next day to read what happened next. And there were 40,000 of us who read every single one of your posts about North Korea.
Yangguizi, I could easily be your grandmother, but in our relationship, it’s you who told *me* beautiful stories. I just wish there were more...
Danielle
A man, a plan, a canal, Panama - palindrome, auteur inconnu
It’s been a year already—I think of you often! (Especially when the news clashes with your takes.) I’m writing to you from London, one of the cities you were proud to have never visited!
I still drop by your private site regularly—what a joy every time...
All the best, my friend!
Philobate
"J'ai refait tous les calculs, notre projet est irréalisable, il ne nous reste plus qu'une chose à faire, le réaliser". Latecoere
dyslexique
A year... it’s both short and long. We accumulate experiences and life’s little things. I often wander around Nice and revisit the places where we’d gather around a table... I feel the little winks you send me from up there, and I smile—or even laugh—every time.
Take care, my friend, and look after yourself and all of us...
Rest in peace, Patrick. It’s been a year since I heard about your passing in Africa. I’ve read so many of your travel journals. You were an enlightened man, a good man. I understand why everyone loved you and misses you. Take care of us, because the Great Computer has provided for you.
How time flies—it’s been a year already, and it feels like it was just yesterday. I think about you so often, Patrick. We all miss you. You’ll never be forgotten, a true traveler through and through, with your amazing stories that you left us in your travel journals, so rich in writing and sprinkled with that humor you had such a knack for. Rest in peace, my friend from VF with the big heart.
A thought for your family, your partner, and friends.
@+ , Marco .
On aura jamais assez de temps pour tout ce qu'on veut découvrir et comprendre dans nos voyages qu'on se le dise , Amis voyageurs .
Me too, in this mid-August, I’m thinking of YANG...
It’s been a whole year since you left us in the Ruwenzori Mountains.
Every time I hear UGANDA and the Ruwenzori Mountains, my thoughts go to your writings...
I’m joining you all in thinking about this sad anniversary. Last year, Patrick was following my trip to Iran from Rwanda, and I was really looking forward to sharing our impressions... Like Vazyvite, he was one of those who inspired me to take this Persian journey—I even dedicated my travel journal to him.
I guess he would’ve followed my trip to Yemen this year... I miss his comments so much...
I’m joining you all in thinking about this sad anniversary. It was thanks to his stories about Lake Baikal that I wanted to go there, and it was that desire to go that got me learning Russian. I haven’t made it to Lake Baikal yet, but Russian has been really useful elsewhere, and Yangguzi’s stories and presence on this forum are missed by me just as much as by all of you.
I’m also thinking of everyone who loved him, especially Nicole. One of my sons is Patrick’s age, and I can barely imagine her pain.
Catherine
" La lucidité est la blessure la plus proche du soleil" René Char
It’s after a very long absence that I learned this sad news.
Shangaipat, I was there at the start of your journey on this site. I followed your adventures regularly, read and reread your beautiful travel journals, and I wanted to be here to say goodbye and THANK YOU, wherever you are...
Your spirit will linger on this site forever.
* *** My thoughts are with your family and loved ones.
" Dans un grain de sable voir un Monde et dans chaque fleur des champs le Paradis. Faire tenir l'Infini dans la paume de la main et l'Eternité dans une heure..."
W. Blake
Yangguizi was still in this world when I read his unforgettable travel journal about his trip to North Korea.
I thought of him every time I saw Air Koryo’s IL-62 parked at Beijing Terminal 2, not knowing he had already left for an even stranger country from which no one returns. It was the phrase "the late Yangguizi" in a post that made me jump tonight, reading this message so long after.
Why leave so soon?
What bitter irony in VF’s automatic warning!
"The message you are about to reply to was posted over a year ago (August 10, 2008) and may no longer be relevant for a response."
Humans have been searching in vain for millennia to answer that question.
I’m thinking of all the strangers who knew him and who probably haven’t forgotten him.
What a shock!
I’d just arrived on the site thanks to Patrick-Yangguizi because I was searching for info on North Korea, and I stumbled upon his amazing travel journal about it... which I read with delight in one go—it was so fascinating. I wanted to send him an email to ask a few questions, and then—bam—I read the news... It’s truly terrible!
My condolences to his loved ones (even if it might feel a bit out of place since I didn’t know him), but I got the strong impression he was really appreciated here on the site...
Anyway, I just felt it was right to leave a little comment because he had so much talent as a writer...
And not just as a writer—he was an amazing human being too...
Coincidences, life, irony—whatever you want to call it—meant that someone thought of him while posting a message today, May 1st, the day of propaganda par excellence (his pet topic), the same day the Shanghai World Expo officially opens...
Symbols are only made to be replaced, and for me, this one will stick.
If you’re watching from up there, you must be laughing!
Philo
"J'ai refait tous les calculs, notre projet est irréalisable, il ne nous reste plus qu'une chose à faire, le réaliser". Latecoere
dyslexique
Listen more often
To things than to beings
Hear the voice of fire,
Hear the voice of water.
Listen in the wind
To the bush in sobs:
It is the breath of the ancestors.
Those who are dead are never gone:
They are in the lightening shadow
And in the deepening shade.
The dead are not under the earth:
They are in the trembling tree,
They are in the groaning wood,
They are in the flowing water,
They are in the still water,
They are in the hut, they are in the crowd:
The dead are not dead.
Those who are dead are never gone:
They are in the womb of the woman,
They are in the wailing child
And in the burning ember.
The dead are not under the earth:
They are in the dying fire,
They are in the weeping grass,
They are in the moaning rock,
They are in the forest, they are in the home,
The dead are not dead.
Condolences to his family, friends on the forum, and beyond.
Jamna
Yeah, Philo must be having a good laugh... and that’s the best we can give him...
To be continued... 😉, and for a little visit here on VF, I’d raise my glass and say... Cheers to both of you, my friends, and see you soon—here or elsewhere, but honestly, the place doesn’t matter... It’s just that nostalgia over time, whether for one or the other, is more and more present, and those moments can be tough sometimes...
Wow...
I stumbled upon this amazing travel journal on the CDN. I spent a whole night reading it—I’ve never been so passionate about travel and discoveries before (I’m 15).
And then I found out its author had passed away... Such a shock. It was so well written, so vivid, with humor everywhere... It was... It made you dream.
Two years later, rest in peace, Patrick! :(
Thank you, Belgrade, for rekindling the flame yesterday.
Almost two years later, Patrick is still very much present in our thoughts.
There are so many travelers left to share stories about Patrick—it’s nothing short of wonderful.
He’s become a reference point for travel lovers.
Yangguizi, watch over us happy travelers.
"But you, children of Space, who never cease to act even in the stillness of your sighs, you shall not be trapped nor tamed.
.....
You shall not dwell in tombs dug by the dead for the living.
And even if your inner self is luxury and splendor, your house will not keep your secret nor hold your desires.
For the infinite within you, guest of the ethers, dwells in the palace of the Sky, whose door is the morning mist, the windows the songs of the Night, and the skylights the silences." Kahlil Gibran - The Prophet
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Thank you for everything you left us as a legacy.
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Hello everyone on this forum!
I know in advance that what I'm about to say here won't please everyone, but honesty is a virtue, isn't it?
Here's the thing: for many years now, I've noticed a habit in French-speaking posts of using abbreviations left and right, as if to show that we're "in the know." Let me explain with a few examples:
- - In discussions about Peru, I see "Aguas" for "Aguas Calientes." And if it's Mexico, well, it'll be "Aguas" for "Aguascalientes"!
- - For Guatemala, "travelers" will say "Guaté." Come on, saying "Guatemalas" would maybe be the undeniable sign that you know nothing about the country???
- - Back from Indonesia, many will talk about how familiar they've become with the country's language: "bahasa." Of course, everyone will know what you're talking about, but it still gets on my nerves because the language (one of the many languages) of Indonesia is "bahasa Indonesia." "Bahasa" actually means "language," and you'll find this word of Indian origin ‘Bhāṣā’ (it's Sanskrit originally) outside Indonesia too: in Thailand, for example, any language will be "phasa" as in "phasa thai" (official Thai), "phasa isan" (what's spoken in northeastern Thailand), "phasa angkrit" = English, etc.
Am I an incorrigible nitpicker? Maybe. But I'd also find it ridiculous if a foreigner came and told me they visited "Monte" during their trip to France, when it was actually Monte Carlo.
I read a lot in English and don't think I've encountered such a habit among English speakers.
Who’d like to share their best and worst travel memories in a few lines?
For me, it’s watching the TAJ MAHAL at sunrise and getting chased by dogs at the top of a mountain pass in GREECE on the way back from ISTANBUL.
THANKS GUYS
hello to all travelers with their eyes wide open to the desert...
I’ve always wondered what I was "doing" on this earth. And why my father, who died a few months after I was born—a former youngest French resistance fighter—joined the First Saharan Motorized Company in Atar and spent the rest of his life repairing army engines in Algeria, Mauritania, Senegal, Mali (which didn’t exist under that name back then), Morocco, and finally Algeria, where my mother was born and raised. (Believe me, it’s not "cool" being the child of a soldier in a country occupied by France, and even less so the child of a "pied-noir.")
Of course, I never got an answer: the dead don’t talk, and the army doesn’t either.
But here’s the thing—I had photos...
So naturally, one day I hit the road. I wanted to see, to understand.
It’s thanks to VF that I was able to do a little research on crossing the Morocco-Mauritania border, and I’m grateful to its members, just as I’m grateful to all those who welcomed me on the road for 14 years.
For the past few weeks, I’ve been wondering if I should talk about this or not...
It turns out the Mauritanians changed my life by asking for my help... And that started as early as February 2012... (Did I owe them something? No answer to that question.)
Ah, the irony—they saw me coming. But when you’re handed sick children and begged to do something, what would you have done? I’d worked in a hospital, so I knew a bit about the rules to follow. I didn’t hesitate.
And well, over all these years, I met doctors, surgeons, and together we organized care, evacuations of children, training for surgeons—even trying to stop children from having to travel outside their country. It was never easy. I’d like to thank those who supported us, as well as *La Chaîne de l’Espoir*, *La Fondation Face au Monde*, and everyone who built bridges between our two countries.
Unfortunately, despite the constant efforts of Mauritanian doctors and surgeons, some children couldn’t be helped in time. Today, I want to talk about four siblings—orphans of their mother—suffering from congenital glaucoma causing irreversible blindness. Their case was entrusted to me in 2020, just weeks before the big lockdown. We couldn’t do anything for them then, but when their father asked me for a gift, I rushed to my computer and wrote a story.
Through a tale, the children take a great journey, explore their country, and fulfill a dream. I never thought this book would be published—it was, in 2023.
This book pays tribute to Mauritania. It’s a message for those who know nothing about the hardships of life there, carrying both the harshness and beauty of an immense desert where you can travel by 4x4, bike, on foot, or by camel in complete safety. It bears witness to the kindness of Mauritanians toward travelers.
As a woman traveling alone in my vehicle—a now-rusted old Mercedes that no longer runs—I had the most beautiful encounters of my life there (I’ve seen other parts of the world...). The blind children of Choum, Atar, Nouadhibou, and Nouakchott will forever be in my heart.
Volunteer readers transcribed the book into a free audio version for the visually impaired. It’s available in sound libraries in France, the *Fondation Valentin Haüy*, and the Swiss Romande library.
I made my last trip to Mauritania in my old 4x4 to distribute the book everywhere, especially to its heroes and the school for the visually impaired in Nouakchott.
After that, I thought it was time to close the chapter because I no longer have the means or the strength to travel.
My publishers chose this title for it: *The Blue Eyes of the Desert*.
This publication helped a mission of Swiss volunteer ophthalmologists come to operate on glaucomas in Mauritania. I’m thrilled because they come back every year!
This adventure is ending, yes—everything must come to an end—but ultimately, it was born here, on the VF site!! So yes, I had to say it: THANK YOU!!!!!
Hi everyone,
I’m Loulou, a French expat who’s been living in Southeast Asia for about fifteen years, currently in Phnom Penh, Cambodia. A passionate walker at heart, I’ve trekked in Nepal (Thorung La, Mardi Himal), India, Vietnam, and I’m still planning new hikes (Char Dham, Langtang, Annapurna).
I’ve just published my first travel journal, recounting three months of walking and encounters across India. A portion of the sales goes to an educational center I support in Kep, for children whose parents work in the salt marshes.
I’m also working on a second book about Nepal with a musician friend, focusing on the Mardi Himal trek—two independent perspectives on the same journey.
Happy to swap stories with you about the Himalayas, India, Southeast Asia, or just the urge to hit the road and walk far from home.
Safe travels,
Loulou
Hi! It was totally by chance that I stumbled upon VoyageForum (an ad online and a story lol), and I’ve been reading some really old posts from 2011 about Thai massage schools—discussions on how to get by, accommodation, prices, etc. It reminded me of my own experience: I kept things simple by staying with a local family during my entire trip. I only shared all the expenses with them, which, I’ll admit, was super cheap… and I often traveled with them, which naturally opened a lot of doors for me. To start, at the school in Salaya, my Thai friend immediately connected me with Teacher Phong (the school’s mentor and teacher of teachers, a former monk). I was supposed to join a group session with other foreigners, but for some reason I don’t know, I got two days of private lessons for free with this expert… incredible! And on top of that, he loved France! It was an amazing experience. I "discovered" massage by chance—the Thai family just told me: "Try it, you’ll see!" (I’d had a pretty intense massage in the capital before 😅… but the next day, I felt unbelievably great!))
Every morning, I’d take a taxi (chosen by the Thai family at prices that beat all the competition) to this school—I’ve forgotten the name of the little village now… right in the heart of the countryside. Then, in the evenings, I’d keep practicing massage on all the family members… and they’d teach me Thai at the same time!))
Since then, I’ve practiced a bit, with lots of positive feedback. Following Teacher Phong’s advice—he thought my pressure was deep, firm, and precise—he strongly encouraged me to take this seriously.
I love Thailand so much. It’s a whole different way of living… and it’s a real blessing, even if I couldn’t live there full-time. Anyway, that was an unforgettable memory, and sometimes the Thai family and I still say hi—from 2011, 2013… right up to today!
"It seems to me that poverty would be less painful in the sun" wrote Aznavour...
Not sure...😕 Who can prove that people in hot countries are happier than others?
What do you think?
Is it better to live in Montpellier than in Lille?
Are the Pygmies happier than the Inuit?
Are Canadians less happy than the people of Louisiana?
Are there more French expats in hot countries?
And your travels? Do you choose your destinations based on the climate?
Do you rejoice when a bit of sunshine appears?
Hi everyone, just this once I’m not posting for a travel story, but to share a thought for Venezuela.
If you didn’t know—since it’s not making headlines—the country was hit by two 7.5-magnitude earthquakes last week. Over 2,200 people have died, more than 50,000 are missing, and some coastal towns have been completely destroyed.
Maybe when the scale of the humanitarian crisis becomes clear, our media will cover it a bit more... especially since earthquakes with this many casualties usually make the front page, but there’s been nothing in France.
So here’s a thought for this country, which, whatever you think of its politics, is a true jewel of South America, both for its landscapes and its people.
hi there
I’d like to invite you to discover my coastal province in central Vietnam: Quang Ngai.
This year, my province has really improved its infrastructure—mountains, countryside, and sea are all authentic here.
No harassers or thieves, and no Russians either.
A local lunch costs around 1 €.
A *** hotel room is about 25 €, and you can find hotels right on My Khe Beach.
We have a specialty: *banh xeo*—10 crepes for just 1.5 €.
You can rent motorbikes to explore the province and maybe visit the many ethnic minorities.
I live here—I’m not selling anything, but I can help if needed (my father-in-law is a traditional Vietnamese doctor and he’s very skilled).
Hi everyone! 😉
I’m Typhaine, 35 years old. Five years ago, I left France for a solo round-the-world trip—no planes, just a van, hitchhiking, cycling, and even a canoe in the Amazon! Today, I work as a naturalist guide in Argentine Patagonia.
Wherever I go, my compass stays the same: observing and photographing wildlife, which I deeply admire and respect.
My project: I’d love to share this experience through a sustainable, authentic, and immersive nature tourism initiative. But to build something meaningful, I need to understand how other nature enthusiasts experience their own adventures.
If you:
Are over 20 years old
Have a true passion for Nature
Have already taken at least one trip lasting more than 3 nights (in your country or abroad) in your life
Promise: I’m not selling anything, this isn’t marketing. Your answers are 100% anonymous and will only help me shape this wild project.
A huge thank you to everyone for your help and kindness! Looking forward to chatting in this thread 😛
(Dear admins, this is purely a collaborative effort for my project study, with no commercial purpose. Thank you so much for your support!)
Photo: Grizzly Bear (Ursus arctos horribilis), female on the left and her cub on the right. Photo taken by me in Alaska, Denali National Park.
It’s something we often notice in this forum—and many others—this behavioral shift.
A long-time member, or even a new one, asks a question.
They get one or more answers, some brief, some detailed, and then... nothing???
Not even a simple thank you!!!
From what I’ve gathered, if the answers don’t align with what they wanted to hear, it seems natural for the asker to just disappear!! 😕
Unless—(and I fear this is the case)—basic politeness is no longer part of our society????
I spent 3 weeks in Bali last summer (+ 3 nights on Gili Meno and a day trip to Kawah Ijen in Java). So I wanted to see what ChatGPT could suggest for comparison...
Here’s the prompt I gave:
"You’re a local expert guide for Bali.
- Plan a 20-day itinerary for Bali with a side trip to Gili Meno and a day trip to Kawah Ijen in Java without staying overnight.
- I’m traveling with my wife, and I love visiting historical sites, hiking, relaxing at the beach, snorkeling, and exploring rice terraces...
- For the duration of the stay, I don’t want more than 8 places to sleep, and I’d like to stay at least 2 days at each stop to avoid unpacking too often. Except for the last night, where I’m okay with just one night near the airport.
- I prefer neighborhoods that are walkable and try to avoid typical tourist traps, though I don’t want to miss the must-see spots. So suggest a mix of iconic sites and hidden gems.
- Recommend hotels or guesthouses with a budget of 50 to 100 € per night, including breakfast. Make suggestions in areas popular with travelers, specifying the vibe (I prefer quiet), and consider safety and proximity to attractions.
- For lunch and dinner, suggest two to three restaurants that are well-rated by customers.
- Give me a day-by-day program with details on travel times, visiting times for each point of interest, and recommendations for transportation (taxi, train, bike, etc.).
Estimate the total cost of the trip, including accommodations, food, transportation, and activities, and suggest two tips for saving money in each category.
- Don’t make anything up—be realistic about travel times, take into account the opening dates and hours of sites, and give me the entry fees for places to visit.
- Ask me all the questions until you’re 95% sure you understand what’s being asked. Don’t generate your response until you’ve understood."
The AI asked for a few clarifications:
"Great request—I can build you a really optimized and enjoyable itinerary, but to be 95% sure I hit the mark, I need a few key clarifications (this will really influence the pace, areas, and accommodations)."
In the end, it proposed a program very close to what we actually did.
I’ll skip its accommodation and restaurant suggestions...
Its proposal:
"Ubud (4 nights) => we did 5 nights
Sidemen (2 nights)
Amed (3 nights) => we’d planned 2 nights
Gili Meno (3 nights) => we did Gili between Sidemen and Amed
Munduk (3 nights) => we did 2 nights before Pemuteran
Pemuteran (3 nights) with Ijen => we did 4 nights
Sanur (2 nights + 1 last night) => we chose Jatiluwih instead of Sanur
It suggested "activities" (and accommodations too):
IN UBUD:
- Walk around central Ubud (1–2h)
- Campuhan Ridge Walk
- Tegalalang Rice Terrace
- Tirta Empul
- Gunung Kawi
- Massage / market / slow café
IN SIDEMEN:
- Rice terrace hike (2–3h)
- Cooking class
IN AMED:
- Snorkeling
- Japanese Shipwreck
- Beach + relaxation
- Volcano sunset
ON GILI:
- Snorkeling at Gili Meno Turtle Point, Nest Underwater Statues
IN MUNDUK:
- Jungle & waterfall hike - Munduk Waterfall + Melanting Waterfall
- Loop: 3–4h (perfect for your level)
- Ulun Danu Bratan Temple
- Twin Lakes
IN PEMUTERAN
- Snorkeling: Menjangan Island
For Kawah Ijen, it detailed the day well:
👍 from Pemuteran = best possible option
12 PM: leave hotel (we left at 10 PM)
1 PM: ferry
3 PM: arrival in Java + transfer
11 PM: start ascent
2 AM–6 AM: volcano
Return to Bali around 11 AM–12 PM (we got back at 4 PM)
👍 still very intense, but doable with an agency
💰 ~80–120 €/person all-inclusive
IN SANUR:
- Relaxation
- Quiet beach
- Proximity to airport (30 min)"
I’ve kept the habit of blowing my nose in the sink and then washing my hands—a custom I picked up in India. Sometimes, non-travelers are shocked when they catch me in the act... 🤪
Also, when I run out of toilet paper, it doesn’t bother me—unless I’ve got company over... 🤪
Just got back from walking a friend’s dog (while they’re on vacation), wearing a djellaba and Tibetan boots... 😏😏😏 Oh, for sure, if I’d run into locals, I probably would’ve shocked them? 😏
Anyway, as long as I’m not spitting on the floor at a restaurant or squatting on the side of a highway with a water bottle in hand...
After taking a little trip around the world, I came back a few months ago with an idea in mind.
I mostly do diving, and I love observing animals in their natural habitat without disturbing them.
During the trip, I realized it was quite complicated to know where and when to see certain species.
For example:
where to dive with sharks or manta rays
where you might get a chance to swim with whales
I even discovered thresher sharks during my trip… I didn’t even know this species existed before, even though they’re incredible to see.
We spent a ton of time searching for info all over the place, especially on social media, without ever getting a clear picture.
So I started putting all this together on my own, in the form of a map, to make it easier to visualize where to go depending on the seasons.
I recently put a first version online (it’s called Fauneya).
There are probably mistakes, inconsistencies, or things to improve, and that’s partly why I’m posting here.
I’d really love to know how you all go about planning this kind of trip.
As part of my Master’s thesis, I’m currently conducting a public survey on a topic that concerns all of us when planning a trip: artificial intelligence and the role of human contact in travel planning.
These days, we’re using more and more digital tools to find ideas, compare options, and book trips... but is the role of human advisors still essential? At what moments? And for what types of trips?
The survey is anonymous and takes about 7 minutes.
It’s aimed at anyone who travels (or has traveled) for leisure, whether you plan everything yourself or go through an agency.
While browsing the forum to gather info for my upcoming trip to Thailand, I often see the terms "traveler," "great traveler," and also "tourist"—so what’s the nuance for you?
I've traveled quite a bit in Vietnam over the past few years—from the southern delta to bustling cities and even some small islands—but what really sticks with me is the north, the high mountains.
Up there, there's something different—maybe slower, more raw. The morning markets with ethnic groups, women in traditional clothes, the colors...
The stilt houses, kids following you and laughing for no reason, the terraced rice fields—it almost feels unreal at times, so vast and quiet, yet so human and simple.
You often hear that Sapa has become too touristy, and that's partly true, especially in the center. But as soon as you move a little farther away, everything changes quickly. The landscapes open up, encounters feel more natural, and you rediscover something truly authentic.
I think it's that contrast that struck me—the difference between what you imagine before going and what you actually discover when you take the time.
And you—what memory do you hold onto from Vietnam? A particular place that touched you more than others?
Hello,
We’re finalizing the plans for our upcoming trip to China in May 2025. The second-to-last stop will be in Zhangjiajie, where we’ve planned to stay for 2 full days before heading to Shanghai.
We’re traveling solo using local transport and have arranged to stay in the city of Zhangjiajie.
We’ve seen that there’s a lot to see:
Tianmen Mountain, the Grand Canyon and the glass bridge, Zhangjiajie National Park, and that the sites are quite far apart with fairly expensive entry fees.
We’re thinking of dedicating one day to the national park and the Grand Canyon (glass bridge) and one day to Tianmen Mountain.
But we’re not sure if this plan is realistic—any thoughts would be much appreciated!
I should be serving a warming drink to the participants in the discussion about gardens and parks that provide us with beautiful photos, I could mention the delicious buttery scent wafting from bakeries in the thread about returning to France, but my heart, its powerful pulse that nourishes my entire being, is elsewhere.
Dasht-e Lut, Yazd, Esfahan, Bam, Kerman, Qeshm, Hormuz—a melody, a prayer at the heart of desire.
A dream, an unattainable fantasy? No. Not anymore.
A very serious Italian travel agency is organizing this trip for 6 people this winter. I’m signed up, I’m going, I’m living. Maybe.
"But you’re completely crazy!!!!"
I know... I know that every civilization, every society has a vital need to create scapegoats to define and justify itself, pathetically. And Iran is one of them, top of the list. I laugh or sigh, and it doesn’t bother me.
But that unchanging red, deep red and garnet, so beautiful in itself, in all the Western chancelleries repeats, whispers, shouts: don’t go, don’t go, don’t go, you’re putting yourself in danger and we can’t do anything for you. You’ll be turned into mere bargaining chips, into arguments for endless negotiations. Fear must be instilled, its power absolutely preserved, no concessions made to the enemy. The information (how many French hostages, real or fake, compared to the number of travelers?) is always lacking.
Traveling becomes a merciless confrontation between desire, the vital pulse, and anxiety, its ghosts.
Hi everyone, here’s our itinerary. Arriving on the evening of December 13th. Departing on January 7th.
Thanks in advance for your tips and valuable feedback.
Manila – 1 night
Coron – 4 nights
Coron to El Nido cruise – 2 nights
El Nido – 4 nights
Port Barton – 5 nights
Flight from Puerto Princesa to Vigan
Vigan – 2 nights
Sagada – 2 nights
Banaue – 2 nights
Bagabag – 1 night
Manila – 1 night
I’ve only booked the flight to Manila and the Manila/Coron flight so far. Is it possible to book boat trips, accommodations, and the Puerto Princesa flight last-minute?
Really disappointed with Costa Rica! Pura vida? The scam of the century!
(Costa Rica pure emptiness).
The country where animals are free and people are in cages.
3 weeks in December in this country and never again. Imagine the trailer of a movie that seems interesting, and when you go see it, you realize it’s a flop and the best moments were in the trailer.
Well, that’s exactly how we felt with Costa Rica pure emptiness.
My wife and I have traveled quite a bit and didn’t expect to be so wrong about a place.
On the main routes, we visited:
San José
Alajuela
Limón, Cahuita, Puerto Viejo, Manzanillo (Caribbean side)
Jaco, Quepos, Manuel Antonio (Pacific side)
And a few short stops in intermediate towns.
Our dissatisfaction grew gradually like this:
When we arrived at the hotel, the taxi dropped us off on a small street in front of a white metal gate with ground-floor windows barred. We looked at it skeptically, but the sign matched.
He approached the gate, rang the bell, the buzzer sounded, and the door opened slightly. The hotel wasn’t bad for the price, a 10-minute walk from downtown, but with a "Fleury-Mérogis" vibe guaranteed.
So far, so good.
After showering and regaining our bearings, we headed downtown.
What started to unsettle us on the way was seeing houses with bars on the ground-floor windows and even on the second floor.
At first, we thought the hotel’s neighborhood wasn’t great.
Downtown San José:
It’s a generic city, not very exotic, with a pedestrian street and a small mercado where you can eat local food without frills. Very few tourists—if any—which let you blend in with the locals. We had lunch and struggled to make ourselves understood because, aside from one or two shops, English wasn’t spoken.
On the way back to the hotel, we took a different route, and while chatting and strolling, my wife pointed out a beautiful two-story white house completely barricaded like Fort Knox.
From that moment, we started noticing the facades of houses and buildings, and wow, it was creepy—most looked like prisons, some even with barbed wire.
Though put off, we told ourselves it was probably a big-city thing and the rest of the country couldn’t be like this.
So far, so good.
We relaxed at the hotel and had a drink at the bar. Night falls early, around 5:30 PM. By 7:30 PM, we headed back downtown for dinner. A bit unsettling for a capital—downtown was almost deserted, and aside from fast-food chains, very few restaurants were open, with hardly anyone on the streets.
Bars with security guards out front.
I won’t say we felt unsafe that night, but once it got dark, we realized the bars on the windows weren’t for nothing. First day in, and our impression was already mixed.
The next day, we explored the city and surroundings, and our feelings didn’t change.
So far, so good.
Off to Cahuita by bus—4 hours of travel.
The landscapes are very green but quickly become monotonous. The road runs alongside the forest and passes through a few towns and villages, and even in the countryside, there were just as many prison-like houses.
The bus dropped us off at Cahuita’s terminal station—only four of us got off. It’s a village, or rather, a small town. Cahuita is basically one straight road and a perpendicular one, and honestly, doubt started to creep in.
A few restaurants that add 13% tax and 10% service charge—so 23% extra. We dropped our stuff at the hotel and went to explore. In 20 minutes, we’d seen it all. We had lunch and planned to check out the famous park.
Entry is by donation—well, the "entry" is a joke. There’s a path along the forest by the sea, and that’s it.
Nothing’s going right anymore.
We thought it was a total scam, but since we hadn’t gone far, we decided to come back the next day to explore further.
We returned to the hotel, relaxed, and around 8:00 PM, we went out for dinner. Only two restaurants were open, and the streets were deserted.
Creepy!
The next day, we explored the so-called park more thoroughly and really got it.
A path along the forest by the sea—2 hours there and 2 hours back, where you see animals that feel like showing their faces.
A total joke—"all that for this?"
The beach was full of wood debris and coconut husks. We wondered if the photos online were edited because the sea, very rough, wasn’t the azure blue we’d seen in pictures.
But calling this a park is a joke—it’s like a new concept.
When we thought about the reviews online, we started to suspect that professionals with interests in the country were monitoring and countering any negative feedback that could harm their business.
Too bad we didn’t check the negative reviews beforehand—we did while we were there, and it helped. We wondered if we’d become too demanding after all our travels, but no—when something’s bad, it’s bad.
Manuel Antonio’s park is even more ridiculous—there’s a short path along the sea for about 500 meters, and then nothing. You have to climb through mud and hack your way through the forest. We ended up barefoot because the mud was up to our calves. All that to see a raccoon and a few parrots flying overhead.
We didn’t expect Noah’s Ark, but we’ve seen more animals in Bali, Mexico, and Thailand while visiting temples or just walking around than in these so-called parks!
Puerto Viejo, not far from Cahuita and supposedly livelier—well, it couldn’t be worse!
According to Lonely Planet, it had a Caribbean vibe and wild nights, but maybe that was a long time ago. The good reggae music playing everywhere isn’t enough.
In the evening, Puerto Viejo was a bit livelier than Cahuita, but that’s not saying much. Very few tourists—if any—no night market, just two or three shops open selling $20 T-shirts. Same vibe as San José.
No big deal—we enjoyed the beach and the sun, which was reliable.
Our itinerary was supposed to include Tortuguero Park, but after talking to other travelers who’d just been, we changed our minds, knowing we’d be visiting Manuel Antonio Park on the Pacific side.
To get back to the Pacific side, you have to take the bus and go through San José again—5 hours this time—then switch bus terminals and another 4.5 hours to Quepos.
A stopover town to get to Manuel Antonio’s beach and park!
A town just like the others we’d seen—deserted as soon as the sun sets, and not exactly bustling during the day either. (Where are all the tourists?)
Still as many bars on the windows and that feeling of being in the wrong place.
7 km later: Manuel Antonio beach and park.
The beach is very beautiful and quite large, but don’t expect turquoise blue water—the waves stir up the sand, giving the water a brownish color.
Along the beach, shops and restaurants for about 300 meters, and then nothing. At night, after sunset, the town shuts down too.
Manuel Antonio Park is highly praised for its wildlife, so we were eager to see it. When you express dissatisfaction with Cahuita or Manzanillo parks, the response is always, "But you should’ve gone to Monteverde or Manuel Antonio!" No matter what you do or say, they’ll tell you, "You should’ve gone there or here."
Back to our famous park—entry was about $16, and contrary to what we’d heard, it wasn’t crowded!
Guides at the entrance with spotting scopes offered their services for about $30.
The park: a mix of boardwalk and dirt paths through the forest, sometimes running alongside beautiful coves and beaches.
As soon as we entered, a crowd was taking photos of a deer eating leaves.
A little further on, a guide with a group of five stopped. The guide raised his arm and set up his spotting scope! He showed them, about 100 meters away, a hummingbird perched on a branch. Some, looking through the scope, exclaimed, "Oh my God! Amazing! Incredible!"
For a moment, we thought they’d discovered a unicorn or were in Jurassic Park and had just crossed paths with a T-Rex!
The concept is comical—looking at a bird or another animal through a spotting scope because it’s too far away. Isn’t that what TV is for?
For our part, we saw monkeys, ants, an armadillo, an iguana, and the backside of a sloth climbing a tree. Amazing, incredible!
We stayed a few days in Manuel Antonio to enjoy the beach, changing hotels often because prices varied wildly from one day to the next for shameful services. On top of that, they’d quote a price in dollars and convert it at their discretion—thieves!
Alajuela, a city near the airport, has a two-story mall and a local market downtown! No interest except its proximity to the airport.
What we liked:
The climate and, in hindsight, San José—the most authentic city we visited.
What we didn’t like, in addition to what we’ve already mentioned:
Costa Ricans aren’t very friendly or communicative. English is barely spoken, not even by doctors at Quepos Hospital, where my wife ended up with food poisoning (thanks, Google Translate). The widespread obesity among Costa Ricans, who eat like Americans. The insecurity. The eco-hipsters who leave their $150 lodges in minivans with guides to visit parks and other sites, then return to barricade themselves in their fortresses at nightfall (oh my God, amazing, incredible). The blue signs at the entrance of towns that accept this payment method: "We accept American Express." Parking lots that become paid just because a guy is watching your car. Prices displayed in dollars. The cost of living (hotels, restaurants, taxes). Landscapes that are too green and not flowery enough. Beaches—nothing exceptional. Pollution in cities where big American trucks rule. Sewage dumped directly into the sea. Aside from the jungle, there’s nothing to visit—no ruins, monuments, or anything worth seeing.
In short, my wife and I think the hype about this supposedly eco-friendly country is overrated. It’s just the trendy destination of the moment. There are much better, cheaper, and more authentic places.
In hindsight, we keep the good memories and our beautiful photos, but if we had to do it over...
Before signing off, a little message to those who don’t like hearing opinions different from theirs:
Well, some things aren’t up for debate. And to those who’d have us believe that in 3 weeks, we don’t have the right to criticize a country or express our feelings—how can you praise it in so little time? What a scam. Costa Rica is a money pit. Pura vida? Pure cosmic emptiness.
If you like spending your evenings barricaded in your cozy hotel after dark, this country is for you.
For everyone else: run!
Hello,
Since the war between Russia and Ukraine, nothing is simple anymore for traveling to Belarus due to sanctions.
No more direct flights from the EU to Minsk.
Driving is a huge hassle, especially crossing through Poland at the only open border in Brest—you can wait 2, 3, or even 4 days just to get through by car.
The least painful driving option is to come via Lithuania and cross at the only open border, with a minimum wait time of 8 hours, sometimes up to 20 hours or more!!
Controls are very strict and annoying on both the Lithuanian and Belarusian sides. Avoid bringing alcohol, food, or cigarettes—everything will end up in the trash, especially when leaving Belarus for Vilnius, where the Lithuanians are tough, even with EU citizens.
The joy I once knew when visiting my wife in Minsk is sadly over—it’s now a real ordeal.
The fastest solution is to fly. My wife travels to France by taking a bus to Kaunas in Lithuania, where you can catch a flight (though not daily) to Paris Beauvais or Charleroi in Belgium with Ryanair, for example.
For the return trip, it’s the same: a flight to Kaunas and then a direct bus from the airport to Minsk.
The bus crossing is quicker than driving—the 250 km journey, including border checks, takes about 6 to 8 hours for buses leaving Lithuania around midnight, but controls are still strict at the border.
The biggest challenge is finding flight schedules that align with the bus routes between the two countries, given the unpredictable border crossing times.
Now, my wife travels via Charleroi in Belgium (near Brussels), and you can take a train to Paris. Alternatively, you can fly into Beauvais and take a bus to Paris (Porte Maillot).
For those driving, note that EU insurance and assistance policies no longer work in Belarus or Russia. You’ll need to get local insurance, usually limited to third-party liability (I don’t think full coverage exists?), as well as mandatory medical insurance. This is available at the border.
You now have to pay highway tolls—no more BELTOLL boxes. Instead, you pay a flat fee for the duration of your stay. Stop at the first gas station after crossing from Lithuania to fill up on fuel and cigarettes.
From what I know, Lithuania bans carrying more than 60 € in cash, but there’s no limit for USD (though it’s capped at $10,000??).
With a Visa card, you can now withdraw 1,000 rubles per week (about 270 €)—two months ago, it was only 500 rubles!!
For now, you can still pay by card in shops and gas stations.
However, major retailers like KORONA (which may be Russian-owned??) no longer accept foreign Visa cards.
Unfortunately, the additional sanctions announced by the U.S. on August 5, 2025, against Russia—and possibly Belarus—aren’t promising for the future.
After 20 years of visiting Belarus, I’m truly saddened to see the joy of living in this country with my wonderful wife turn into such a bleak situation, all because of human folly.
Hi everyone!
I’m putting together our travel itinerary for Veneto at the end of April. And the more I look and research potential sites to visit, the more I find!
We’ll only be there for a week—my family and I—including 3 days in Venice. So we have to make some choices...
I plan to rent a car when we arrive in Venice and head straight to Bergamo, which would be our first stop. We’d leave the car at the airport when we return to Venice so we can explore the city at our leisure.
What do you think:
1 night in Bergamo (a 2h15 drive from Venice airport),
1 night in Garda,
1 night in Verona,
1 in Padua, and
3 in Venice—would that be doable?
Thanks in advance for your tips and experiences! :)
Now that the curtain has fallen on the past year, it’s time to see what’s happening around here.
It seems pretty quiet, but I’ll read more in detail later.
First, I need to tell you all an anecdote.
My eldest little girl, in her third year of law school, was really scared she wouldn’t pass the year.
I told her:
“Trust yourself, you’ve worked so hard, and worst case, if you fail, you’ll just redo the year.”
“But I don’t think I’ll make it—they changed the rules, and if I mess up even one unit, I have to start all over.”
I knew her grades weren’t exactly stellar, and with what I was about to say, I wasn’t taking much of a risk.
“Here’s the deal, sweetheart: if you pass, I promise I’ll take you to India, just the two of us.”
I have to admit, India is a country I’ve talked about so much to all my grandchildren that in their minds, it’s become a magical, mythical place (hmm).
July had barely begun when my phone rang, her name flashing on the screen.
“Mamido, I did it!”
My promise came rushing back—oh no, oh no, oh no!
“Congratulations, sweetheart!”
A little shyly, she said:
“Is the India trip still on?”
And me, replying:
“Of course it is!”
And that’s that—a promise is a promise, or you risk losing that precious trust that keeps hearts warm and at peace.
We’re leaving in February. Only 8 days—yikes, the carbon footprint!
But we can’t miss her tutorials, or she’ll be kicked out.
Personally, that works just fine for me.
Going to India has become a challenge for me. It’s far, it’s exhausting, I sweat, I hate mosquitoes, the spices bother my mouth when I used to love them. There’s noise all the time—at night, the dogs bark nonstop, and we almost get run over. I’ll get lost in the streets because my sense of direction has vanished. I don’t like rice anymore. All that chaos and those cultural differences that once enchanted me now just overwhelm me.
But I promised.
The upside—and it’s a big one—Raman, the same driver I’ve had forever, will be at the airport with a sign with our names. We’ll stop at the same little shop for chai (or tea, plain and simple) with that aroma that intoxicates me, halfway through the trip.
It’ll be a tiny trip—staying with friends, I’ll show her a few places I love: Chidambaram, Mamallapuram, and the clinic where I worked. Then we’ll head back.
My little girl will go home to her parents.
As for me, I’ll leave right away for our Scottish island with Homme for our chilly winter.
How can you love a country so much you want to live there, then suddenly reject it, no longer able to appreciate what once made it special?
That’s the mystery of love, I guess.
I’ve visited the U.S. four times myself, including two long road trips. The last one was just this past August...
I won’t be going back. I already felt guilty last August, but recent policies have finally convinced me: the humiliation of Zelensky, authoritarian excesses, Gestapo-like methods for detaining people of foreign origin, the murder of innocent people (a mother shot dead), corruption, insane "tariffs," skyrocketing healthcare costs for Americans, the abduction of foreign figures to secure oil, the requirement to disclose social media accounts, and now... threats and blackmail to forcibly take Greenland—a region that belongs to Denmark and thus the European Union!
The reality is that simply posting this could get me denied entry to the U.S.!
In this context, I just can’t keep spending money there. I loved my trips, but there are so many other countries with stunning landscapes to explore.
So I get why you’d want to travel there. I did, and I loved it. But once a country no longer respects any of the values that made us love it, why go?
How can we even consider traveling to a country that threatens to take one of our territories by force?
Hello everyone,
Controversial topic? Not necessarily—maybe just a reflection on a world to come.
I spent the last 15 days of August on a cruise in Greenland, from Kangerlussuaq to Tasiilaq.
I was utterly amazed by this unique world of rock and ice, the little houses in every color, a simple life that’s also complicated by isolation and climate, among other things...
I carry in my heart the kindness of the people I met, the raw and gentle majesty of the icebergs, the colors of the sky...
So, I can’t even imagine a massive presence of raw material prospectors, heavy machinery requiring roads to be built—if that’s even possible—changing their way of life... putting sled dogs out to pasture!
Do fast food and Greenland’s northern lights really mix?
I wouldn’t trade my memories for an ESTA!
All opinions are respectable, which is why this isn’t a controversy—but I’m sorry, I have a soft spot for *my* Greenland.
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