Le petit truc qui casse le rêve...
by Sozal
This discussion is in French, the community’s main language.
Original post
On est capable aujourd'hui de tout lacher , tout quitter pour voyager , vivre à l'etranger , se debarrasser de tout mais il y a toujours une chose qui fait que ... c'est pas possible .
Aujourd'hui je travaille assez pour pouvoir voyager à l'etranger pendant la moitié de l'année , c'etait un objectif personnel .
Je me retrouve confronté au probleme de l'attachement :
De un , il faut que je libere mon appartement , je suis locataire , mais aussi que j'en retrouve un rapidement à mon retour ce qui est pas evident . De plus , j'ai 31 ans et je ne veux pas retourner chez ma mère pendant ce temps ...
De deux , comment gerer ses papiers , ses impots etc ... bref si quelqu'un a une idée et qui s'est retrouvé dans le meme cas
beh tu rends ton appart, tu vend tes meubles, et quand t'es en france tu loues un meublé!
beh , c'est a peu pres ce que je fais depuis 4 ans.... sans soucis!
Tu peux peut-être "souslouer" ton appartement pendant ton absence.
Pour les impots, et tout ce qui est possible, choisis le prélèvement automatique. Tu seras tranquille.
Tu peux faire suivre ton courrier chez une personne de confiance (ta mère ???).
Tu as de la chance de pouvoir financièrement voyager 6 mois par an. Je suis sûre que tu vas trouver des solutions à ton problème. Un long voyage ça se prépare. Bonne chance !
Tu as de la chance de pouvoir financièrement voyager 6 mois par an. Je suis sûre que tu vas trouver des solutions à ton problème. Un long voyage ça se prépare. Bonne chance !
daisy
tres simple, tu gardes ton appart pendant ton voyage et deses prelevements automatiques: impots, electricité et cie
je ne vois pas ou est le probleme.
je ne vois pas ou est le probleme.
Garder son appart ... payer 400 euros par mois dans le vide , hors de question ... La sous location ok , deja fait et mauvaise experience ( le mec n'a pas voulu payer ses deux derniers mois ) sans compter l'assurance habitation qui pose probleme . En fait ce qu'il faut c'est etre proprietaire dès le depart bien plus pratique finalement
beh , c'est a peu pres ce que je fais depuis 4 ans.... sans soucis!
Et comment t'y prends tu pour rassurer ton proprietaire ?
Et comment t'y prends tu pour rassurer ton proprietaire ?
Je mise pas mal sur les loc de vacance hors ßaison. C tres interressant. Par aîlleurs je choisi la región ou je rentre en fonction des opportunitées pro et de logement. C est des choix de vie, avc ses avantages et inconvenients. Le seul truc qud je garde, c est la voiture.
En fait ce qu'il faut c'est etre proprietaire dès le depart bien plus pratique finalement
Salut
Bin voilà t'as trouvé! ... pour être un nomade peinard il faut avoir sa cabane à soi ... mais cela suppose avoir des revenus réguliers pour être en phase avec ton banquier et tes remboursements futurs ... Pour le reste prélèvements auto partout ...
Salut
Bin voilà t'as trouvé! ... pour être un nomade peinard il faut avoir sa cabane à soi ... mais cela suppose avoir des revenus réguliers pour être en phase avec ton banquier et tes remboursements futurs ... Pour le reste prélèvements auto partout ...
Bonjour,
et pourquoi pas une coloc ?
c moins cher qu'un loyer plein pot
donc tu peux la garder toute l'année
et t'arranger avec les autres pour faire suivre les courriers importants et gérer les petits imprévus
aprés tout ils te doivent bien ça
tu leur laisses plus de place pendant une moitié de l'année 😉
ce ne sont pas des petits détails matériels qui vont t'empécher de vivre ton rêve
du moins je l'espére pour toi
tiens nous au courant
india85
vous salue bien
eh oui, pas facile de vivre la moitié de l'année ici et ailleurs !
On a résolu le problème :
* à travers les prélèvements automatiques pour les frais fixes et déclaration IR par internet
* et en confiant nos clés à des voisins de confiance qui nous relèvent le courrier. Nos contacts par mail nous permettent de les autoriser à ouvrir certains courriers au cas où il risque y avoir un problème, idem pour la signature leur permettant de retirer des recommandés et nous dire de quoi il s'agit.
😉
😉
bonjour !
"la véritable richesse est de n'avoir besoin de rien! alors il faut apprendre à se passer de tout" ce n'est pas de moi mais quand j'ai entendu ça, ça m'a plu. c'etait il y a 25 ans et j'ai essayé d'appliquer. pas facile de se passer de tout mais on peut se passer de beaucoup de chose qui mange de l'argent et du coup en avoir d'avantage pour soigner cette maladie qu'est la voyageomanie. pour le logement j'avais regler le probleme avec un fougon amenagé qui me permettait de me déplacer et de me loger a moindre frais. pour tout ce qui est papier j'avais ma mere que j'avais "engagé" comme secretaire. maintenant avec le web, les boites mail c'est un jeu de gerer tout ça. je ne vois pas ou est le probleme ou alors s'il y en a un...dis nous ou il est bon voyage
"la véritable richesse est de n'avoir besoin de rien! alors il faut apprendre à se passer de tout" ce n'est pas de moi mais quand j'ai entendu ça, ça m'a plu. c'etait il y a 25 ans et j'ai essayé d'appliquer. pas facile de se passer de tout mais on peut se passer de beaucoup de chose qui mange de l'argent et du coup en avoir d'avantage pour soigner cette maladie qu'est la voyageomanie. pour le logement j'avais regler le probleme avec un fougon amenagé qui me permettait de me déplacer et de me loger a moindre frais. pour tout ce qui est papier j'avais ma mere que j'avais "engagé" comme secretaire. maintenant avec le web, les boites mail c'est un jeu de gerer tout ça. je ne vois pas ou est le probleme ou alors s'il y en a un...dis nous ou il est bon voyage
yoyo
Salut Sozal et la sous-location, t'y a pensé...un truc fréquemment utilisé en Suisse, a Genève, ou c'est si difficile de trouver un logement 😉
Khun maa jak nai krap?
"être loin d'ailleurs, c'est être ici" (P. Geluk)
"être loin d'ailleurs, c'est être ici" (P. Geluk)
Salut Sozal et la sous-location, t'y a pensé...
Il a déjà essayé ...
** La sous location ok , deja fait et mauvaise experience ( le mec n'a pas voulu payer ses deux derniers mois ) sans compter l'assurance habitation qui pose probleme**
Il a déjà essayé ...
** La sous location ok , deja fait et mauvaise experience ( le mec n'a pas voulu payer ses deux derniers mois ) sans compter l'assurance habitation qui pose probleme**
" Nous ne saurons jamais tout le bien qu'un simple sourire peut être capable de faire."
Mère Teresa
son probleme cé qu il veut le beurre et l argent du beurre
Non l'argent du beurre je l'ai deja , mais bon je suis deja parti 6 mois en Inde et à l'epoque c'etait simple en sous loc , des affaires à moi dans un garage , mais vu les problemes que j'ai eu par la suite je ne le referais pas .
La coloc est une bonne option
La coloc est une bonne option
On est capable aujourd'hui de tout lacher , tout quitter pour voyager , vivre à l'etranger , se debarrasser de tout mais il y a toujours une chose qui fait que ... c'est pas possible .
Aujourd'hui je travaille assez pour pouvoir voyager à l'etranger pendant la moitié de l'année , c'etait un objectif personnel .
Je me retrouve confronté au probleme de l'attachement :
De un , il faut que je libere mon appartement , je suis locataire , mais aussi que j'en retrouve un rapidement à mon retour ce qui est pas evident . De plus , j'ai 31 ans et je ne veux pas retourner chez ma mère pendant ce temps ...
De deux , comment gerer ses papiers , ses impots etc ... bref si quelqu'un a une idée et qui s'est retrouvé dans le meme cas
C vrai que c difficile, pour ma part partir déjà 5 jrs à 6000 km me fait déjà flipper peur que fille me manque bcp trop au point de gâcher le voyage
C vrai que c difficile, pour ma part partir déjà 5 jrs à 6000 km me fait déjà flipper peur que fille me manque bcp trop au point de gâcher le voyage
J'ai pas encore vécu tant que j'ai pas tout vu
Personnellement, avant mon dernier départ d'un an, j'ai tout entreposé dans le grenier d'une amie (mais il ne me restait déjà pas grand chose), mis les papiers importants dans une boite hermétique , rendu les clés de mon hlm..et vaille que vaille!
deux semaines après le retour j'ai trouvé une colocation très sympa ou je suis encore aujourd'hui et que je quitterai sans craintes en septembre prochain pour repartir.
Pas de chez soi, c'est aussi pas de soucis.
Et la légèreté, je ne connais pour l'instant rien de mieux.
Pour les papiers et les impots...il y a les déclarations en ligne, et je n'ai jamais eu un salaire suffisant pour payer quoique ce soit.
(jusqu'ici tout va bien)
saluit l'ami!
ça fait plus de trente ans que j'ai opté pour ce mode de vie et le coté logement, papiers etc... n'a jamais été un soucis majeur! ça ne ma jamais tracassé en longeant les rives de la narmada!
yoyo
Salut yoyo!
j'ai appris que tu étais passé dans la même petite école de Dehradun que moi...à quelques jours près, on se croisait!
La prochaine fois peut être..
d'ici là..Narmade Har!
Je viens juste de m'inscrire sur ce forum, même si je le consultais régulièrement auparavant. Ca fait plaisir de voir des exemples de personne qui vivent autrement. J'ai attrapé le virus moi aussi, et je me demande comment concilier son travail (surtout que je suis jeune diplômé) avec sa passion.
«Quand tu vois une montagne, grimpe !»
Des lettres aux sinogrammes
bienvenue
il va falloir choisir jeune homme!
le voyage
ou
la carriere avec 5 semaines de vacances
rarement le voyage s'allie au travail à moins d'en faire sa profession ou de travailler à l'étranger et de changer régulierement de spot.
mais tu sauras peut etre le faire
moi je n'ai pa su choisir, j'ai voyagé et maintenant c'est trop tard pour voir la vie autrement.
mais je ne regrette rien
bon voyage
yoyo
Votre expérience m'intéresse, comment financez-vous vos voyages dans ce cas là ?
Je suppose qu'il y a un juste milieu à trouver dans mon cas. Surtout que ce qui me plait particulièrement, c'est plus que le voyage, c'est l'intégration dans un mode de vie différent, une culture différente, une langue différente et vivre au jour le jour au contact de la population locale. Du coup, sans passer par la case du statut expatrié, aujourd'hui difficile à obtenir, je suppose qu'il est possible de trouver un travail à l'étranger, de manière à y rester un certain temps.
Je suppose qu'il y a un juste milieu à trouver dans mon cas. Surtout que ce qui me plait particulièrement, c'est plus que le voyage, c'est l'intégration dans un mode de vie différent, une culture différente, une langue différente et vivre au jour le jour au contact de la population locale. Du coup, sans passer par la case du statut expatrié, aujourd'hui difficile à obtenir, je suppose qu'il est possible de trouver un travail à l'étranger, de manière à y rester un certain temps.
«Quand tu vois une montagne, grimpe !»
Des lettres aux sinogrammes
le financement du voyage est tres relatif, pour certains il est indispensable de disposer de 3000 euros pour passer 3 semaines au népal alors que d'autres peuvent y rester 6 mois avec moins de 1000 euros. c'est justement le phénomene d'intégration qui intervient et fait la différence. si tu t'implique dans la vie locale, tu t'intègres, tu assimiles cette culture d'adoption et ton expérience se finance a la mesure du niveau de vie local et non à celui du touriste traditionnel. certes tu ne vis pas la meme chose mais si c'est ce que tu recherches c'est ainsi. trouver un job à l'étranger qui puisse te permettre d'assouvir ta soif de connaissance et ton envie d'expérience en live est sans doute difficile mais pas impossible. je ne pourrai pas t'aider pour ce parametre là; cela n'a jamais été ma préoccupation.
alors il faut faire des choix, la passion du voyage l'emporte..parfois! et les contraites d'une carriere professionnelle viennent parfois contrarier cette passion
bon voyage
yoyo
namasté! ab kesa hai!
ouais la petite école de claudine!
trop bien les gamins!
il me semble avoir échangé des infos avec toi au sujet de " ma riviere sacrée" la narmada, maheswar, omkarehwar etc...
mais c'était il y a un moment déjà!
j'espere etre opérationnel bientot et aller me ressourcer à gwarigath, alors peut etre se croisera t on, si tu pars en inde bientot!
narmade harr!
yoyo
Bonjour,
Tu peux aussi envisager de laisser tes affaires fondamentales dans un garde-meubles ou dans un box. Cela te reviendra moins cher à louer qu'un appartement.
Tu peux aussi envisager de laisser tes affaires fondamentales dans un garde-meubles ou dans un box. Cela te reviendra moins cher à louer qu'un appartement.
ça va ça va!
on avait parlé de la possibilité ou pas de descendre un bout ou totalité de ce fleuve en bateau..as-tu pu réaliser ce projet?
si oui, en mp je te demanderais plein d'infos!
et puis tiens, en souvenir
https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/x4f1gv02XAeGO02MVGop6g?feat=directlink
(là je bosses pour pouvoir repartir une année..me faudra quelques mois ici je pense/une chose est sure, je serais là bas pour la kumbh d'Allahabad, voire deux trois mois avant)
J'ajoute mon grain de sel, pour moi, c'est trés simple, je pars du même principe que toi, c'est à dire sur une année, travailler 6 mois et voyager les 6 autres mois avec les économies que j'ai pu réaliser. Et même quand je travaille, je voyage puisque je suis saisonnière (et là y'a un tas de destinations: Corse, Alpes, Angleterre, Suisse etc...).
Le truc c'est que du haut de mes 23 ans, faire les saisons ça passe mais à 30 ans révolus, ça devient plus compliqué (vu le rythme, en tout cas en restauration, (j'en veux pour preuve les 10 kilos que je viens de perdre sur cette saison qui s'achève). On ne compte pas ses heures sur une journée, pareil pour les jours de congés, on oublie....
De fait, je passe aussi des deux côtés de la barrière (et soit dit en passant, à la fin de la saison, les touristes, y'en a ras le bol, aprés 4 saisons d'été en Corse, j'assume, les touristes (surtout français (hé oui, cocorico !)) sont SOUVENT vraiment TRES c***)...bref pour l'instant c'est un train de vie qui me convient, c'est sur, les saisons, c'est crevant physiquement, c'est usant nerveusement, mais ça permet aussi de mettre un max d'argent de côté pour ensuite réaliser ses envies --> des offres d'emplois, en veux tu, en voilà donc jamais de chômage, des contrats qui s'étalent souvent sur 5-6 voire 7 mois (donc le petit pactole qui va avec la fin dudit contrat, ça paye souvent le billet d'avion), les pourboires (revenu non négligeable en restauration, et hop, même pas imposable), la plupart du temps nourrie-logée, pas besoin d'avoir un appart de côté ni de payer un loyer tous les mois, à priori pas de sous à sortir, si ce n'est les dépenses quotidiennes (clopes, forfait portable, les petites soirées de temps en temps pour décompresser...) donc vraiment, les saisons, c'est que du bénéf !
On n'a rien sans rien, quand on veut, on peut, la fin justifie les moyens, bref t'as saisi l'concept. ;)
On n'a rien sans rien, quand on veut, on peut, la fin justifie les moyens, bref t'as saisi l'concept. ;)
bonjour!
à 30 ans tu seras vieille?
ce sera dur, les saisons?
il y a des gens qui cassent des cailloux au bord des routes à 60 ans et il s'en sortent.
ceci dit ta formule " je bosse à donf et je me casse" n'est pas mauvaise, elle a fait ses preuves, je l'applique depuis 35 ans et je ne regrette rien. c'est un mode de vie qui demande des sacrifices mais qui , à mes yeux presente beaucoup d'avantages.
tu traites les touristes de tres cons, cependant ce sont eux qui te permettent de voyager. chacun à sa place mais respect s.v.p.
bon voyage
yoyo
namaste
merci pour les photos des p'tits loups, j'ai "presque" les memes et j'ai reconnus les "bénévoles"
je ne sais pas si tu as déjà assisté à une kumba mella mais c'est géant. j'ai eu la chance d'en voir 2 notement celle d'allahabab il y a déjà quelques années et celle d'haridwar il y a 2 ans.
mon projet de descendrez la narmada n'est pas abandonné. j'ai longé le fleuve à partir de la source. il est aisement navigable cependant il faut une embarcation légère. il y a des barrage et par endroit les fonds sont haut. il faut aussi tabler avec les lachers aux barrages.
une grande aventure à venir. les petits villages le long de la narmada sont exeptionnels. certains sont totalement ignorés du tourisme et c'est tres bien. dis à tout le monde que c'est infesté de crocodiles et de pirates, et que c'est tres dangereux et que l'on attrape plein de vilaines maladies.
travailles vite et bon voyage
yoyo
Shanti Yoyo en parlant à Freeur, j'suis sure qu'elle ne disait pas ca méchamment. Quand tu bosses dans le tourisme, tu côtoies des masses de touristes à la ...euh... ouais bon bref, j'ai pas envie de me faire engueuler 😏
Super ton expérience de descente de la Narmada 🙂 C'est vrai que c'est infesté de crocodiles et qu'on attrape plein de maladies par là 😏 (au sud Orissa aussi lol)
Sinon je suis un peu comme toi, Tarthampion et d'autres... Pendant des années je bossais dans l’intérim, dormais chez des amies 2 ou 3 mois, et je repartais 6 mois ou 2 ans, bossant comme prof de français à Bkk ou un resto chic de Sydney. Parfois je me reprenais un appart', puis lâchais tout.
C'était très insécurisant comme vie, mais si c'était à refaire, je le referais tout pareil. Maintenant je suis en coloc, je suis revenue d'Inde fin aout (7 sem), et j'y repars (6 sem) début novembre 😎
Bom Bole! 😏
Fainéanter dans un monde neuf est la plus absorbante des occupations... (N.Bouvier)
namasté
mes remarques à l'égard de freur ne traduisent aucune animosité. c'est juste un constat. je partage complètement sa maniere de vivre "travailler vite pour voyager plus" et "dépenser moins pour voyager longtemps" mais j'ai été surpris et étonné par le fait qu'elle voit son avenir compromis par l'arrivée de la trentaine (qui n'est pas pour tout de suite d'ailleurs) elle voit cette échéance comme un handicap à venir. pour la rassurer je peux (et beaucoup d'entre nous) lui affirmer que la trentaine ne lui apportera que des avantages (la force de l'age, l'expérience, la maturité ext...)
j'ai aussi été interpellé par ses propos considérant les touristes comme des cons. elle a choisi ce metier qui lui donne la possibilité de réaliser son shéma de vie, alors on respecte. les gens qui travaillent 11 mois par an n'ont peut etre pas le comportement espéré mais ça se comprend. d'autre part si tout le monde faisait comme nous, ce ne serait pas possible, les routes seraient encombrées. j'ai rencontré aussi des pseudos voyageurs sur d'autres latitudes qui se comportent comme des gros cons. je ne donne de leçons à personne mais j'essaie d'etre humble et chaque jour je me dis que j'ai de la chance. la chance d'avoir choisi ce mode de vie et la chance de pouvoir le réaliser et j'ai beaucoup d'admiration pour ceux qui bossent et se contentent des congés payés. c'est grace à eux que je prend l'avion et bénéficie de toutes les structures qui font que mes voyages sont fantastiques.
bon voyage
yoyo
bonjour Sozal, on peut et je l ai fait. C'est en plus a la suite d 'une blague que j ai lu :( je resume ) une dizaine d ingenieurs etaient autour d un projet impossible a realiser. un nouvel embauché s est joint a l equipe. Il ne savait pas que c'etait impossible, il a reussi a le faire. Appart : j'ai negocié avec mon proprio. il a été super, m a fait un discount pendant la duree de mon absence - six mois - avantage : j ai pu laisser toutes mes affaires et rien demenager, etc ... papiers, impots, etc ... : simple : loyer, electricité, irpp, taxe d habitation, assurances, etc ... tout par prelevement bancaire. c'etait deja le cas quand je n etais pas en voyage. Ce que j ai fait et qui est indispensable pour ne pas se planter : le BUDGET. combien coutent tes frais pendant ton absence de France, et combien te faut il pour vivre les six mois a l etranger ? jusqu a present c'est OK. si tu veux davantage de details, je suis a ta disposition.
Ando
le voyage est un bonheur, pas une destination
Bonjour 🙂,
je suis dans la même situation, à Paris, dans un appart qu'actuellement je partage avec une étudiante 😕, ( la précédente était vraiment sympa et s'occupait de mes papiers pendant mes absences) là je me sens bloquée, & je rêve de trouver une, ou un colocataire de TOUTE confiance avec qui je pourrais échanger ce type de service en se croisant quelques temps quand même. en mettant en commun les idées je pense qu'il serait possible de trouver le moyen pour que ça soit confortable pour les 2. j'espere que tu trouveras une solution idéale .
🙂Gazellon
je suis dans la même situation, à Paris, dans un appart qu'actuellement je partage avec une étudiante 😕, ( la précédente était vraiment sympa et s'occupait de mes papiers pendant mes absences) là je me sens bloquée, & je rêve de trouver une, ou un colocataire de TOUTE confiance avec qui je pourrais échanger ce type de service en se croisant quelques temps quand même. en mettant en commun les idées je pense qu'il serait possible de trouver le moyen pour que ça soit confortable pour les 2. j'espere que tu trouveras une solution idéale .
🙂Gazellon
jeanne.
bonjour!!!....proposition honnete...moi aussi j ai envie de voyager plusieurs mois ds l annee...alors on peut s organiser....quand je pars tu gardes ma maison(loyer a discuter...) et tu geres mon courrier...et vice versa.quand c e'st toi qui es en france........et si tu aimes les chats(1 chat!!) ca m arrangerait bien...Bonne idee non?😛!!!!
Il suffit d'être 2 personnes avec le même idéal.Pendant que le premier voyage 6 mois, le second occupe l'apart et paie la location et réciproquement.Celui qui reste gère l'administratif.
J'ai connu 2 chauffeurs de taxi avec le même taxi et le même appart.Pendant que l'un roulait 12h, l'autre occupait l'appart et réciproquement.L'un aimant faire le jour, l'autre la nuit.Ils ont fonctionné 20 ans ainsi.
J'ai connu 2 chauffeurs de taxi avec le même taxi et le même appart.Pendant que l'un roulait 12h, l'autre occupait l'appart et réciproquement.L'un aimant faire le jour, l'autre la nuit.Ils ont fonctionné 20 ans ainsi.
bonjour, ton post me rappelle quelque chose, au bout de 15 mois, je suis parti, si tu as le courage de lire mon blog http://liberte-nomad.blog.fr tu trouvera beaucoup de renseignements concernant mes solutions administratives dans tous les domaines.
Si cela peut t'aider
bonne chance
joyeux Noel a tous
Moi, je sous loue à un ou des étudiants le temps du voyage et t'as toujours possibilité de faire tes impots sur 5 ans!
bonjour, je viens de lire ta reflexion et je suis d accord avec toi , je suis deja parti un an et j ai tout lache appart, voiture etc, le problèeme est que lorsuque tu reviens il faut tout racheter et tout réinstaller, je suis partie depuis janvier le 1er janvier pour 8 mois cette annee et j ai choisi de garder l appart, et la voiture cette fois ci pour la voiture pas grave tu suspends l'assurance, pour le loyer de l appart je l ai compris dans mon budget "vacances sabbatique, " car quand tu reviens le cout pour tout racheter finalement est identique sans compter qu'il faut squatter chez des amis en attendant (sauf bien sur si tu choisi la colocation) mais moi non plus je n aime pas ca, en ce qui concerne le coté administratifs j'ai donné p"pouvoir" a une amie de confiance bien sur sur mon compte bancaire tout le reste c est du prélévement mais il n y a pas grand chose puisue tu suspends, l'assurance voiture, le tel, le portable, etc;;; et par mail une fois par mois elle va me faire la liste des courriers que j ai recu, et je lui dirai ce qu elle doit en faire, voilà tu vois je n ai pas trouvé mieux que toi pour l instant pour moi c 'etait la meilleure solution. Meme si tu étais propriétaire tu aurais des frais qui courent aloRS... NOUS NE SOMMES PAS COMPLETEMENT LIBRE , sion c'est vrai un camping car c'est pas cher mais encore faut il savoir ou le mettre et effectivement devant un employeur lors d un entretien c'est pas terrible.... bon si tu trouves d 'autres solutions je veux bien que tu me les communiques, car j ai l intention de recommencer
salut,
je ne sait pas si tu es parti ou pas. le plus dur est la décision . après c'est facile. j'ai tout quitté en 2002 pour 10 mois. l'arqué l'apart, je n'avais plus de boulot, pour les impôts no problem, tu paie ce que tu dois pour le tiers en question et tu paie en rentrant sachant que tu aura 10 pour cent de pénalité en rentrant ou tu te fais mensualiser et remboursé le trop payé en rentrant. tu es fille ou garçon?. attention partir longtemps c'est sérieux et ça se prépare. amicalement.
philippe 3
je ne sait pas si tu es parti ou pas. le plus dur est la décision . après c'est facile. j'ai tout quitté en 2002 pour 10 mois. l'arqué l'apart, je n'avais plus de boulot, pour les impôts no problem, tu paie ce que tu dois pour le tiers en question et tu paie en rentrant sachant que tu aura 10 pour cent de pénalité en rentrant ou tu te fais mensualiser et remboursé le trop payé en rentrant. tu es fille ou garçon?. attention partir longtemps c'est sérieux et ça se prépare. amicalement.
philippe 3
revenir est plus dur
c est pour ca que je n ai pas voulu rendre mon appart. De retrouver un repère au retour est un must. Faut pas faire des economies a l'extreme. A mon humble avis, prevoir un budget pour les frais de l appart - sans le sous louer, etc ... - pour moi ca a été primordial; ca m'a enormement aidé. Je n'ai jamais regretté la dépense, même si cela m'a (beaucoup) coûté.
c est pour ca que je n ai pas voulu rendre mon appart. De retrouver un repère au retour est un must. Faut pas faire des economies a l'extreme. A mon humble avis, prevoir un budget pour les frais de l appart - sans le sous louer, etc ... - pour moi ca a été primordial; ca m'a enormement aidé. Je n'ai jamais regretté la dépense, même si cela m'a (beaucoup) coûté.
Ando
le voyage est un bonheur, pas une destination
slut, sauf si ton boulot et ta feuille de paie le rassure 😉
😉 Une de mes amies ( retraitée il est vrai ) qui voyage assez souvent vers le Canada (son fils y vit) à laissé son appart pour l'achat d'un mobilhome quel a placé dans un petit camping familiale, elle laisse toutes les directives au proprio du camping........d'ailleurs, j'envisage d'en faire autant !
Elle part 5 mois /an
Amicalement
Amicalement
."Qui a l'habitude de voyager... sait qu'il arrive toujours un moment où il faut partir."(Paolo Coelho)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_HMjOiHqE18
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_HMjOiHqE18
Pour l'appartement tu prend un meublé : tu n'as plus le problème des meubles et le préavis n'est que d'un mois.
Pour les papiers et l'administratif : il faudra compter sur maman (ou une autre personne de confiance) en France. Pareil en cas de coup dur. Il te faut imaginer un certain nombres de situations difficiles qui peuvent arriver (accident nécessitant un rapatriement, perte ou vol de la CB, etc ...) et expliquer quoi faire à ta personne de confiance (procuration sur ton compte, western union, n° assurance rapatriement, etc ...)
Ce n'est pas si compliqué de partir. C'est surtout gérer le retour qui est difficile. Retrouver un appartement meublé rapidement (avant le retour) avec la caution de maman. Retrouver du travail rapidement pour 6 mois seulement.
Il y a une alternative mais pas si simple à trouver c'est de bosser plus que 35 heures ; par exemple 46 heures sur 35 semaines (ça peu poser un problème de légalité), ça libère 4 mois environ par an. Il y a malheureusement pas 36 solutions. Il faut que ton employeur ait une activité saisonnière.
J’essaie de faire accepter cette solution à mon employeur mais c'est pas évident, les gens ne comprennent pas nos motivations, c'est presque une perte de temps et d'argent pour la plupart des gens de vouloir voyager plus d'un mois par an. Ce n'est pas un problème pendant mes absences je ne donne pas plus de travail à quelqu'un d'autre car personne d'autre ne fait mon job, je pourrais même travailler à distance (télétravail), si mes boss étaient plus "hi tech" avec une connexion internet et un ordinateur (et un scanner pour eux, ce qu'ils ont).
Pour les papiers et l'administratif : il faudra compter sur maman (ou une autre personne de confiance) en France. Pareil en cas de coup dur. Il te faut imaginer un certain nombres de situations difficiles qui peuvent arriver (accident nécessitant un rapatriement, perte ou vol de la CB, etc ...) et expliquer quoi faire à ta personne de confiance (procuration sur ton compte, western union, n° assurance rapatriement, etc ...)
Ce n'est pas si compliqué de partir. C'est surtout gérer le retour qui est difficile. Retrouver un appartement meublé rapidement (avant le retour) avec la caution de maman. Retrouver du travail rapidement pour 6 mois seulement.
Il y a une alternative mais pas si simple à trouver c'est de bosser plus que 35 heures ; par exemple 46 heures sur 35 semaines (ça peu poser un problème de légalité), ça libère 4 mois environ par an. Il y a malheureusement pas 36 solutions. Il faut que ton employeur ait une activité saisonnière.
J’essaie de faire accepter cette solution à mon employeur mais c'est pas évident, les gens ne comprennent pas nos motivations, c'est presque une perte de temps et d'argent pour la plupart des gens de vouloir voyager plus d'un mois par an. Ce n'est pas un problème pendant mes absences je ne donne pas plus de travail à quelqu'un d'autre car personne d'autre ne fait mon job, je pourrais même travailler à distance (télétravail), si mes boss étaient plus "hi tech" avec une connexion internet et un ordinateur (et un scanner pour eux, ce qu'ils ont).
Je ne comprends pas le titre même du sujet.
Ton rêve, c'est de partir un moment et revenir au même endroit, reprendre ton existence la ou tu l'a laissée?
Évidement, il est difficile de surmonter la rupture avec notre vie de tous les jours et le sentiment de sécurité qu'elle nous apporte. Pour moi un voyage longue durée demande du courage, il faut savoir se libérer et c'est cela qui fait la beauté du geste. Car, oui, nous sommes libre, libre de tailler n'importe quelle route.
Si tu hésite, reste dans ton appartement et prends des congés payés.
Ton rêve, c'est de partir un moment et revenir au même endroit, reprendre ton existence la ou tu l'a laissée?
Évidement, il est difficile de surmonter la rupture avec notre vie de tous les jours et le sentiment de sécurité qu'elle nous apporte. Pour moi un voyage longue durée demande du courage, il faut savoir se libérer et c'est cela qui fait la beauté du geste. Car, oui, nous sommes libre, libre de tailler n'importe quelle route.
Si tu hésite, reste dans ton appartement et prends des congés payés.
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Hi everyone,
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
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
Good evening everyone,
This is my 15,000th post, and it's a message I would have preferred never to write.
Patrick—Yangguizi—won’t be returning from his trek in Uganda. His health betrayed him in the mountains.
Like many of you, I laughed until I couldn’t anymore at his travel stories. I met him in Shanghai, then in Istanbul... We scoured restaurants—he was an incredible expert on world cuisines. We relived Korea, China. Always brilliant, so sharp, so funny, so down-to-earth. Being even a little bit his friend was something to be proud of. I think I envied him.
Patrick is still out there, of course... He found his happiness running across the world. He’s on his path. He never doubted that "the traveler doesn’t even know if he’ll return one day."
Not sure this would’ve suited him, but his departure devastates me.
Alright, Farewell, you foreign devil. Safe travels.
Michel
This is my 15,000th post, and it's a message I would have preferred never to write.
Patrick—Yangguizi—won’t be returning from his trek in Uganda. His health betrayed him in the mountains.
Like many of you, I laughed until I couldn’t anymore at his travel stories. I met him in Shanghai, then in Istanbul... We scoured restaurants—he was an incredible expert on world cuisines. We relived Korea, China. Always brilliant, so sharp, so funny, so down-to-earth. Being even a little bit his friend was something to be proud of. I think I envied him.
Patrick is still out there, of course... He found his happiness running across the world. He’s on his path. He never doubted that "the traveler doesn’t even know if he’ll return one day."
Not sure this would’ve suited him, but his departure devastates me.
Alright, Farewell, you foreign devil. Safe travels.
Michel
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!!!!!
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!
Take care, everyone! !
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!
Take care, everyone! !
"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?
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.
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).
We're planning to spend a month in Vietnam. Is hiring a guide helpful?
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
Then... would you have 5 to 7 minutes to help me by filling out this questionnaire? 🙂 »» https://forms.gle/y74ckkvN9TjrougLA
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.
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
Then... would you have 5 to 7 minutes to help me by filling out this questionnaire? 🙂 »» https://forms.gle/y74ckkvN9TjrougLA
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.
Hello everyone,
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????
Please forgive my little rant.
Wishing everyone all the best. Cheers,
Puma2A

...
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????
Please forgive my little rant.
Wishing everyone all the best. Cheers,
Puma2A

...
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)"
BUDGET: "3,000 – 3,900 € for 2 people" (We paid 3,200 €)
In conclusion, it’s not (yet) enough, but it’s (already) pretty impressive!
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)"
BUDGET: "3,000 – 3,900 € for 2 people" (We paid 3,200 €)
In conclusion, it’s not (yet) enough, but it’s (already) pretty impressive!
Hello everyone,
I’m sharing the menu posted at the entrance of a bar at the foot of the Porto Tower in Southern Corsica. . .
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Greetings and have a great Sunday.
Puma2A . .

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I’m sharing the menu posted at the entrance of a bar at the foot of the Porto Tower in Southern Corsica. . .
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.Greetings and have a great Sunday.
Puma2A . .

...
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...
Do you bring back customs from your travels?
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...
Do you bring back customs from your travels?
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.
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.
Survey link: https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSdkmBzW2QOE3_ZirhmdG8e2LQyaWLJxWUeyTR0LzpC8ytlufQ/viewform
Your response will be a huge help for my work and will contribute to a broader reflection on the future of the travel experience.
Thanks in advance to everyone who takes the time to participate!!
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.
Survey link: https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSdkmBzW2QOE3_ZirhmdG8e2LQyaWLJxWUeyTR0LzpC8ytlufQ/viewform
Your response will be a huge help for my work and will contribute to a broader reflection on the future of the travel experience.
Thanks in advance to everyone who takes the time to participate!!
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!
Do you know if it’s possible to get around on our own, or is it better to go through a local agency or book a package like the one sold by TravelChinaGuide? https://www.travelchinaguide.com/package/zhangjiajie/2days-tour.htm
Thanks in advance for your advice! Alod
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!
Do you know if it’s possible to get around on our own, or is it better to go through a local agency or book a package like the one sold by TravelChinaGuide? https://www.travelchinaguide.com/package/zhangjiajie/2days-tour.htm
Thanks in advance for your advice! Alod
Hello 🙂
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.
Catherine
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.
Catherine
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?
Thanks in advance. Florence
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?
Thanks in advance. Florence
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!
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.
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! :)
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.
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?
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?
Hi there,
While reading some travel journals, I notice that we always reflect on the people of the countries we visit.
I’d love to hear your thoughts on which people charmed you the most during your travels?
I’m not looking for controversy, just reflections and personal feelings. Looking forward to reading your replies...
While reading some travel journals, I notice that we always reflect on the people of the countries we visit.
I’d love to hear your thoughts on which people charmed you the most during your travels?
I’m not looking for controversy, just reflections and personal feelings. Looking forward to reading your replies...
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.
Best regards,
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.
Best regards,

Hello to all East Africa lovers and nature enthusiasts in general,
While I prepare to share a recap of our latest trip/safari in Kenya soon, I’d like to wish you all a peaceful transition between 2025 and 2026.
Warm regards,
Puma2A.





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We’re a couple aged 58 and 63. We’ve just returned from a wonderful trip to South India in Tamil Nadu and a few days in Kerala. We traveled with a local French-speaking guide and his friend, the driver. They both live in Pondicherry. We spent 3 weeks with them in the most authentic way!
We covered just over 2,500 km and visited not only temples but also archaeological sites, museums, and small artisanal businesses making tiles, tea, sculptures, bronze, and silk spinning. We were lucky enough to visit a public school, attend a wedding, and even a death announcement in a small countryside village. We were fully immersed in the culture, food, noise, and colors—it was incredible!
The hotels and guesthouses we chose were very clean and mostly quiet. We’re returning from India with amazing discoveries!
We’re happy to share more info if you’d like! M-Claire and Jean
We covered just over 2,500 km and visited not only temples but also archaeological sites, museums, and small artisanal businesses making tiles, tea, sculptures, bronze, and silk spinning. We were lucky enough to visit a public school, attend a wedding, and even a death announcement in a small countryside village. We were fully immersed in the culture, food, noise, and colors—it was incredible!
The hotels and guesthouses we chose were very clean and mostly quiet. We’re returning from India with amazing discoveries!
We’re happy to share more info if you’d like! M-Claire and Jean
