Comment était la toute première fois, qu'avez vous ressenti en mettant votre sac sur le dos? Quel choix pour un premier voyage, dans quelles conditions? juste pour le plaisir de partager ces petits instants qui sont des grands moments de nos vies 🙂
Lilou
Le regard s'étend au délà de l'océan, l'esprit eclaté en milliers de poussières d'argent porté par le vent tiède s'ouvre à l'infini...
Vivre à La Réunion c'est déjà être en voyage n'est ce pas 😎 Surtout que là bas Les Hauts sont aussi beaux sinon plus que Les Bas 😉 J'en garde un magnifique souvenir de trois semaines de randonnées et de chambres et tables d'hôtes.Plus les nuits en refuges c'était cool dans un tel paysage et la mer toujours chaude, un vrai régal 😎🙂
Ma toute première fois ...dans un couffin (3 mois) en direction de l'Afrique Centrale (Le pays des milles collines : le Rwanda, puis le Burundi, la RDC mais aussi le Kenya, la Tanzanie, l'Ouganda) ...que je n'ai plus quitté pendant 18 ans (y étant retournée jusqu'à mes 21 ans) ... Ce que j'y ai ressenti (depuis l'âge où je peux m'en souvenir) ...la vie 😏...ma vie, loin de tout "stress made in occident" ... avec comme répercussion actuellement : un besoin vital de refouler cette terre rouge, de m'étourdir et de danser pieds nus au son des tambourinaires, de retrouver cette osmose avec la faune sauvage africaine qui a bercée plus de la moitié de ma vie (à ce jour).
Depuis ...Pas mal de découvertes en Europe ... La re-première fois c'était il y a 11 ans ...direction l'Italie ... Une excitation ...certes de repartir ailleurs que là où je réside actuellement ... me rappelant combien j'aime être partie loin de chez moi (je ne peux faire plusieurs mois sans partir)... Si tant est que j'ai un véritable chez moi ... vivant en Belgique, voulant repartir en Afrique (mais ce n'est plus qu'une question de mois), attirée par l'Italie ... et souhaitant découvrir d'autres facettes du monde aussi.😉
Premier voyage en 2001 en Roumanie (dans le cadre d'un projet humanitaire dans un orphelinat). Depuis, pas facile de se poser, j'ai toujours le voyage en tête... Retour en Roumanie en avril 2002. Puis 5 mois au Népal en tant que volontaire dans un orphelinat de janvier à juin dernier. Je vais passer les vacances de Noël en Roumanie, et retourne au Népal l'été prochain. Je vois les commentaires venir: tout ça n'est pas trés diversifiés; mais mes incroyables rencontres lors de ces voyages m'ont lié à ces 2 pays. Ce qui me fait peur c'est que je veux tout voir, tout découvrir, tout renconter... Je n'ai que 19 ans, mais le temps me manquera, c'est évident...
VILCANOTA C'est vrai que la Réunion c'est déjà être un peu en voyage...
C'est certainement de voir l'horizon se perdre à des kilométres devant moi tous les jours que ça m'a donné envie d'aller voir ce qu'il se passait de l'autre coté 😊
Tu as fait le choix de séjour parfait je trouve, l'ile intense porte bien sonnom tiens! Que de marches magnifiques à faire
Ah Simba, quelle chance!
Le gout de la bougeotte si tot ça ne se perd pas comme ça, pourvu que ça dure... en meme tps c parti pour resté!😛
Coucou Marie-Lise
Trés franchement je trouve que ce que tu as déjà fait est fabuleux, je ne pense pas que ce soit tant la diversité qui compte déjà, ce sont surtt les expériences, les choses que le voyage t'apporte.
En tout cas, ça fait plaisir de voir que de plus en plus de jeunes comme nous parcourent le monde.
Et si en plus c ds l'humanitaire... félicitations!🙂
Le regard s'étend au délà de l'océan, l'esprit eclaté en milliers de poussières d'argent porté par le vent tiède s'ouvre à l'infini...
Ce que j'identifie comme mon premier voyage c'était 15 jours en irlande. Bien sur, j'était parti en voyage organisé avant, avec mes parents ou l'école (Allemagne et Angleterre chacun plus longtemps et plus loin que mon voyage en Irlande), mais je n'avais jamais senti cette sensation de liberté comme durant ces 15 petit jours.
Rien n'était prévue, on c'est décidé une 30aine d'heure avant d'embarquer et la suite, 15 jours en vélo sans objectif. A chaque croisement de route, nous sortions la carte pour décider du chemin a prendre, a moins que la nuit ne se fasse trop pressante auquel cas l'objectif se faisant de plus en plus précis : trouver un champs où dormir, de préférence pas trop loin d'un pub familiale où les habitués cotoies deux gars mal rasé poursuivant quelques chimères...
Voilà mon premier voyage : rien que du bonheur !
Vincent
Ne vous attachez pas trop à la vie, vous n’en sortirez pas vivant...
Ce que je considère comme mon premier vrai voyage c'est en Italie dans la région des Pouilles. Ça peut sembler étrange comme choix pour un premier voyage, mais j'ai eu la chance d'aller rester chez des gens que je connaissais là-bas alors j'en ai profité. Je ne savais pas trop à quoi m'attendre de cet endroit parce que ce n'est généralement pas de cette région dont on entend parler lorsqu'il est question de l'Italie. Par contre, c'est une région magnifique et j'ai vraiment adoré.
Ce qui m'a le plus plu c'est d'être avec des gens qui connaissent bien le coin et qui nous ont fait découvrir des endroits où l'on n'aurait jamais pensé aller. J'ai aussi eu la chance de vivre avec des gens du sud de l'Italie et donc de bien voir leur mode de vie, de goûter à leur cuisine. Bref, ce fût une expérience mémorable et qui ne m'a pas coûté trop cher. C'était un peu trop court (8 jours) alors j'aimerais bien y retourner, car je n'ai pas tout vu.
La premiere fois ca aurais du être a 20 ans, tout étais pret, je devais partir avec deux amis en Europe de l'est juste apres la chute du mur.. A la roots on étais pauvre.😛Une année, j'étais excité comme une gosse 6 mois de préparation de galère pour les visa pour trouver des infos.🙁 Une semaine avant le départ je me suis dégonflé comme un ballon j'ai pris peur, moi qui revais de voyage depuis que mes parents me trimballais partout depuis l'enfance.🤪 Je revais depuis le berceau de partir a l'aventure et j'ai eu peur de ne pas aimé ca!!!!😕 alors je les aient laissé partir seul et je me suis mordu les doigts de ma lacheté pendant une année en recevant leur carte postale tous les mois.😐
Alors sur un coup de tete il y a 7 ou 8 environ, en une semaine apres avoir bourlingué au Canada et un USA j'ai tout balancé avec une copine on est partie pour le Pérou découvrir les Incas!!! J'étais excité comme une gosse je cassais les oreilles de tout le monde au boulot en leur disant; je te l'ai pas dis je pense mais je pars au Perou!!!!!🙂 Je comptais les dodos comme un enfant avant le jour de Noel... Et finalement on est partie je volais presque juste qu'a l'aeroport j'écoutais rien de ce qu'on me disais dans l'avion j'arretais pas de bouger et finalement on a atteri et j'ai embrassé le sol j'avais enfin fais le grand saut!!!!😛 Depuis moi non plus je n'arrette plus !!!!! J'accumulle comme une drogue les moments a découvrir avec pour moi aussi plusieurs passage au Népal ma terre d'adoption!!!!😎
Que le vent te pousse en avant, que le soleil illumine ton visage, que le vent du destin te pousse à danser avec les étoiles.... THE BLOW pour laisser la place à ses rêves!!!!
salut, moi mon premier voyage s'est fait avec mon lycée.j'ai eu la chance d'être tombée par hasard dans un lycée international et autant vous dire que là-bas des voyages il y en a partout, tout le temps.c'était un des côtés sympas d'être dans un lycée qui a des tunes.j'avais raté ce voyage 2 ans auparavant manquant de sous mais cette année-là j'ai eu droit à une bourse (non sans mal).et j'ai pu partir 2 semaines au burkina faso var mon lycée faisait des échanges avec un centre pour jeunes musiciens, danseurs, teinturiers...de là-bas.je veux pas me la jouer roots qu'en peut plus mais je pense que j'ai bien dû mettre 1 an à m'em remettre tellement le choc fut violent.il faut que je n'étais jamais allée nulle part avant.ces 2 semaines m'ont paru des années tant j'étais déconnectée à mon retour.là-bas ce fut un mélange de musique (putain ces djembéfola!!!), de chants, de danse.mais aussi de nouveaux paysages, de nouvelles coutumes, de nouveaux visages.j'ai adoré leur accueil.le contraste avec la france en revenant fut dur à avaler.cette fois on regarde mieux les autres, on fait attention à l'eau, on apprécie plus les moments partagés qui d'habitude passent inaperçus.on est plus vivants tout simplement.je n'oublierai jamais ce voyage et j'espère y retourner un jour
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"ne demande pas le chemin à celui qui le connaît, tu risques de ne pas t'égarer." Daniel Shabetai Milo
Mon premier grand voyage fut a 16 ans, en Roumanie, etant tellement tetanisé par la peur je n'ai pas quitté bucarest pendant tout le séjour mais au moins je connais parcoeur la ville.A oui j'ai fait en 1 journée le chateau de dracula...
Mon voyage etait en mis sac a dos mis pantouflard, j'avais un point de contact sur place qui me permettais de dormir et manger pendant tout mon séjour.
a+ et bon vent
un grand voyage commence toujours par un petit pas.
Association NE POUR VIVRE
à 15 ans en 1985, destination de base : la Hongrie.
Durant le trajet, nous avons croisé beaucoup de migrants Turcs rentrant au pays pour les vacances d'été. Une rapide vérification sur le tableau des formalités douanières sur la carte d'Europe afin de vérifier si un passeport sans visa suffisait pour traverser la Yougoslavie et pour entrer en Turquie. Le passeport suffisant nous sommes allés jusqu'à Bursa. La visite de Ste Sophie et la traversée du Bosphore restent deux moments inoubliables, surtout qu'ils n'étaient absolument pas prévus au programme !!!
J'ai vécu mon premier voyage à 10 ans (Cote d'Ivoire), puis un autre à 13ans (Re-Côte d'Ivoire), à 17 ans (Burkina Faso) et un autre à 18ans (Cameroun)... Et entre tout ça, L'Italie, l'Angleterre, l'Allemagne, et... quelques voyages en France...
Mais cette excitation est toujours là, à chaque départ, cette même boule dans l'estomac, cette boule de stress, d'émotion, de joie, de peur... Faire sa valise, remplir les formalités, penser qu'on a tout... Wouaouw! J'adore ça !
et après, on revit le tout en sens inverse. Préparer le retour qu'il faut savoir apprécier pour mieux pouvoir repartir...
C'est ça la magie du voyage !!
La liberté n'est pas oisiveté, c'est un usage libre du temps: c'est le choix du travail et de l'exercice. Etre libre, en un mot n'est pas pas ne rien faire. C'est être le seul arbitre de ce qu'on fait ou ne fait point.
Je me souvient pas trop de mes tout premier voyages, j'était jeunes et à partire de 6 ans je suis partie toutes les vacances en colos (en france, puis en europe et enfin en amérique du nord), mais mon premier vraie voyage tous seul en sac a dos et sur un coup de tête, ce fut en 2001 en europe du nord ..., j'avait a peine 20 ans et même si c'était une destination facile, je n'avait rien préparer a part mon sac a dos trop lourd 😠.
Le départ de la gare du nord reste un de mes meilleures souvenires a la fois l'exitation du départ et la peurt de ce même départ, enfin c'était la fête quoi ....
Voili-voilou, ce dernier voyages ma donner encore plus que les autres envie de voyager ....
"J'ai refait tous les calculs, notre projet est irréalisable, il ne nous reste plus qu'une chose à faire, le réaliser". Latecoere
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Ah... J'aime lire vos récits de premiers voyages, quand vous étiez encore peureux et insécures! Dans mon cas, c'est un soulagement, car étant assez néophyte dans le domaine du voyage ( mais avec pleins de bonnes intentions!!! ), je suis sans cesse confrontée à vos gueules de voyageurs expérimentés qui ont vécus des choses formidables, qui ont visités des tas de pays que je n'ai jamais vus, et qui parlent d'un tas d'endroit que je ne connais pas (encore) ;) . Je n'ai que 21 ans, mais j'ai l'impression d'avoir toute une vie à rattraper tellement j'ai de rêves non-réalisés . Continuez à raconter vos premiers voyages... c'est encourageant pour moi, qui partirai l'an prochain pour un premier pas dans le grand univers des voyageurs:)
Je voulais aussi dire que j'adore ce forum ( pensées... ) et les discussions qu'il engendre, et les personnalités qu'on y découvre. J'apprend beaucoup de cette pensée propre aux gens qui ont voyagé, qui ont vu le monde autrement et qui ont corrigé leur vision du monde en conscéquence ( notamment cette "éthique" du voyageur, pas nécessairement évidente à saisir en profondeur pour les néophytes) . Aussi, je peux dire en quelque sorte que vos récits de voyages sont un peu des premiers voyages pour moi (avec tout le pathétisme que ca peut avoir! ).
Une dernière chose: De grâce, ne frappez pas les voyageurs inexpérimentés qui "n'ont pas compris comment voyager" ! ... Vous savez que la "bonne" facon de voyager, avec toute la prise de conscience qui va avec, s'acquiert peu à peu au gré des voyages et des expériences ... Soyez les mentors des prochaines générations de voyageurs:)
Ne dis pas ça.
Il n'y a pas d'âge pour commencer.
Ce qui est sûr c'est qu'il faut saisir les occasions, et ce, dans tous les domaines.
La vie est trop courte et trop éphémère pour se dire "je vais attendre plus tard".
Le plus difficile est de savoir ce qui est réellement important pour soi en mettant de côté toutes les pressions familiales et amicales.
Par exemple, je passe pour un inconscient aux yeux de mes collègues (surtout ceux qui n'ont jamais quitté l'Europe, bien sûr) parce que je vais en Asie avec mes enfants pendant l'épidémie de SRAS ou maintenant celle de la grippe du poulet.
Marsu, j'adore ton histoire!!! J'imagine ta tête tous les mois en recevant la carte postale de tes potes...🤪
Varekai, promis, j'frappe pas 😉 (Très chouette ton message:))
Etant gamine, les histoires de mon oncle expatrié au Québec et de ma tante expatriée (nonne) au Zaïre, me faisait toujours rêver dingue!
Deux mètres de neige devant la porte, enfermés dans leur chez eux car le chasse neige ne passant pas tous les jours... Ou le serpent avec un peu d'ail qui est délicieux...
Je rêvais aussi dans les bandes dessinées de Cosey, Jonathan (et la petite Dolma;)), sur les routes du Népal avec son p'tit sac à dos... Ensuite vint Alexandra David Neel.
Je n'avais jamais été plus loin que l'Europe, et cela ne me satisfaisait pas assez. je voulais vivre mon grand rêve, même s'il me semblait irréalisable: Découvrir un bout du monde, et seule s'il le fallait!
A 22 ans j'ai trouvé un job affreux, à la chaîne, dans une société de restauration aérienne.
Au bout de quelques mois, j'ai du droit à un ticket d'avion quasi gratuit en liste d'attente. J'ai choisi l'Indonésie, car c'était loin en Asie, mais aussi je pensais que toute l'Asie était Bouddhiste... Plus tranquille donc que les pays musulmans... 😄
J'avais mon ticket d'avion en main, je devais partir endéans deux mois. J'ai fait un passeport, acheter le LP, l'ai lu et étudier comme une folle avant de partir, et hop!
Bruxelles, fin décembre 88. Grève des bus aujourd'hui...
Je vais dire au revoir à ma chère maman, qui après moultes recommendations m'a fait un gros bisou et Ciaooo! 😎
Ensuite je vais dire au revoir à ma meilleure amie qui travaille dans un centre de relaxation... Après une scéance de caisson à isolation sensorielle, je l'embrasse très fort, et rentre à la maison chercher mes affaires avant d'aller tranquille à l'aéroport.
J'arrive devant chez moi et cherche mes clefs...
Je cherche mes clefs.../... Je cherche...😕 et cherche, inutilement😕
Speedée je cours au café plus loin pour téléphonner (ben oui, pas de gsm à l'époque 😉) à un collègue qui à le double, mais qui travaille sur les pistes de l'aéroport... J'attends, et attends. OK rendez vous dans une heure devant le bureau du chef du personnel.
Je prends un taxi, fonce à l'aéroport, en attendant le copain, je vois le chef du personnel. "Et bien M'zelle "Parvat'", que faites vous donc ici?"
Je lui explique que j'ai un avion pour Jakarta à 19h, qu'il est 16h 30, et que j'attends Christian qui à le double de mes clefs, car j'ai perdu les miennes aujourd'hui etc...
"Et votre avion est à 19h? Et vous devez passez par la place Meiser toujours bouchée? Mais vous l'aurez jamais votre avion!" "😠" (pauf' c**!!!)
Je vois Christian, reprends le taxi et rebelote appart', j'attrape mon sac en vitesse, passeport, ticket d'avion appareil photo? J'ai tout! Je remonte dans le taxi qui m'attends toujours, (bonne journée pour lui 🤪😕)
Rebelote aéroport, je suis là à 18h 30, en liste d'attende, et l'avion de la Garuda Indonesia à une heure et demi de retard. OUF! 🙂
Il n'y a quasi plus de places en économique, mais pour l'équivalent de 60 euros, (hey, 6 mois de dur boulot à la chaîne pour ca!;)) j'ai un ticket en business classe... 😄 Et il y a plein de places...
Je revois Christian, alors que j'étais bien installée avec un verre de bienvenue, "tiens voilà mes clefs, donc tu m'attends quand je rentre? T'oublies pas mes plantes? Merci! salut! 😎" Et il sort de l'avion.
Je vous raconte pas le champagne, les petits fours, la visite du cokpit, le commandant dragueur, le cadeau (un hamac aux couleurs de la compagnie), l'escale à Abu Dhabi, rechampagne et l'arrivée, completement hallucinée... Mais ou est ce que je suis??? J'suis une malade, seule je baragouine à peine l'anglais, "taxi? Bemo? Hello, where do you go? taxi? Bemo?"
Ou est mon LP? Mon guide de voyage?
Je cherche... Et cherche.../... Et cherche encore 😕😄 inutilement... Je l'avait oublié dans le départ speedé, chez moi.
Je l'avais tellement lu que j'avais l'adresse d'un hotel en tête, et le lendemain j'étais à la gare direction Jojyakarta.
Ce fut un voyage mémorable, extraordinaire, qu'il m'a été impossible de m'arrêter de voyager par la suite!!!
Jour J - 6!!! 😎
Et... Namasté Brothers and Sisters! :)
Fainéanter dans un monde neuf est la plus absorbante des occupations... (N.Bouvier)
Piaf, merci pour tes bels encouragements! Ca me fait chaud au coeur de vous entendre! Inquietez vous pas, je vais arreter de me plaindre quand le jour tant attendu de mon premier depart va arriver :) ( dans 9 mois ... 😕 ) !
Parvat, quelle aventure! Sur le moment ca a du être la panique! C'est ta réaction qui prouve que tu étais déja une grande voyageuse dans le sang: ton gout pour l'aventure et la découverte t'a poussée en avant, confiante, meme dans ce moment un peu stressant!
En comparaison, j'ai l'histoire malheureuse mais heureuse d'une amie l'an dernier. Elle et une de ses grandes amies ont préparé durant un an un voyage sac au dos de plusieurs mois en France et en Espagne. Finalement, le grand départ! Arrivées en France, tout se passe bien, chaque jour, elles visitent et trouvent leur logis du soir. Après deux semaines, la compagne de voyage de mon amie se met à flipper raide: elle n'en peut plus! Elle deteste voyager, être toujours dans l'insécurité de ne pas savoir où loger, de se soucier de l'argent, le confort, la famille, tout le patras!! Elle pleure durant des jours sans arreter. Finalement, après un concensus, la compagne éplorée retourne chez elle, laissant mon amie seule. Quel choc pour elle!
Étant débrouillarde et décidée à ne pas gâcher ce voyage qu'elle avait rêvé tout ce temps, elle a fait des pieds et des mains pour profiter au max de son voyage. Au début, ca été dur, mais elle a adoré son voyage en solitaire qui finalement a duré 5 mois! Elle a fait les vendanges, a fait de la peche en haute mer, elle a meme été bergère durant quelques mois près des alpes, bref, elle a maintenant la piqure du voyage!!
Toute cette histoire pour dire que finalement, il existe des premiers voyages qui sont des derniers, commes il existe des premiers voyages d'une série innombrables d'autres ! :)
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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!
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
"It seems to me that poverty would be less painful in the sun" wrote Aznavour...
Not sure...😕 Who can prove that people in hot countries are happier than others?
What do you think?
Is it better to live in Montpellier than in Lille?
Are the Pygmies happier than the Inuit?
Are Canadians less happy than the people of Louisiana?
Are there more French expats in hot countries?
And your travels? Do you choose your destinations based on the climate?
Do you rejoice when a bit of sunshine appears?
Hi everyone, just this once I’m not posting for a travel story, but to share a thought for Venezuela.
If you didn’t know—since it’s not making headlines—the country was hit by two 7.5-magnitude earthquakes last week. Over 2,200 people have died, more than 50,000 are missing, and some coastal towns have been completely destroyed.
Maybe when the scale of the humanitarian crisis becomes clear, our media will cover it a bit more... especially since earthquakes with this many casualties usually make the front page, but there’s been nothing in France.
So here’s a thought for this country, which, whatever you think of its politics, is a true jewel of South America, both for its landscapes and its people.
hi there
I’d like to invite you to discover my coastal province in central Vietnam: Quang Ngai.
This year, my province has really improved its infrastructure—mountains, countryside, and sea are all authentic here.
No harassers or thieves, and no Russians either.
A local lunch costs around 1 €.
A *** hotel room is about 25 €, and you can find hotels right on My Khe Beach.
We have a specialty: *banh xeo*—10 crepes for just 1.5 €.
You can rent motorbikes to explore the province and maybe visit the many ethnic minorities.
I live here—I’m not selling anything, but I can help if needed (my father-in-law is a traditional Vietnamese doctor and he’s very skilled).
Hi everyone! 😉
I’m Typhaine, 35 years old. Five years ago, I left France for a solo round-the-world trip—no planes, just a van, hitchhiking, cycling, and even a canoe in the Amazon! Today, I work as a naturalist guide in Argentine Patagonia.
Wherever I go, my compass stays the same: observing and photographing wildlife, which I deeply admire and respect.
My project: I’d love to share this experience through a sustainable, authentic, and immersive nature tourism initiative. But to build something meaningful, I need to understand how other nature enthusiasts experience their own adventures.
If you:
Are over 20 years old
Have a true passion for Nature
Have already taken at least one trip lasting more than 3 nights (in your country or abroad) in your life
Promise: I’m not selling anything, this isn’t marketing. Your answers are 100% anonymous and will only help me shape this wild project.
A huge thank you to everyone for your help and kindness! Looking forward to chatting in this thread 😛
(Dear admins, this is purely a collaborative effort for my project study, with no commercial purpose. Thank you so much for your support!)
Photo: Grizzly Bear (Ursus arctos horribilis), female on the left and her cub on the right. Photo taken by me in Alaska, Denali National Park.
It’s something we often notice in this forum—and many others—this behavioral shift.
A long-time member, or even a new one, asks a question.
They get one or more answers, some brief, some detailed, and then... nothing???
Not even a simple thank you!!!
From what I’ve gathered, if the answers don’t align with what they wanted to hear, it seems natural for the asker to just disappear!! 😕
Unless—(and I fear this is the case)—basic politeness is no longer part of our society????
I spent 3 weeks in Bali last summer (+ 3 nights on Gili Meno and a day trip to Kawah Ijen in Java). So I wanted to see what ChatGPT could suggest for comparison...
Here’s the prompt I gave:
"You’re a local expert guide for Bali.
- Plan a 20-day itinerary for Bali with a side trip to Gili Meno and a day trip to Kawah Ijen in Java without staying overnight.
- I’m traveling with my wife, and I love visiting historical sites, hiking, relaxing at the beach, snorkeling, and exploring rice terraces...
- For the duration of the stay, I don’t want more than 8 places to sleep, and I’d like to stay at least 2 days at each stop to avoid unpacking too often. Except for the last night, where I’m okay with just one night near the airport.
- I prefer neighborhoods that are walkable and try to avoid typical tourist traps, though I don’t want to miss the must-see spots. So suggest a mix of iconic sites and hidden gems.
- Recommend hotels or guesthouses with a budget of 50 to 100 € per night, including breakfast. Make suggestions in areas popular with travelers, specifying the vibe (I prefer quiet), and consider safety and proximity to attractions.
- For lunch and dinner, suggest two to three restaurants that are well-rated by customers.
- Give me a day-by-day program with details on travel times, visiting times for each point of interest, and recommendations for transportation (taxi, train, bike, etc.).
Estimate the total cost of the trip, including accommodations, food, transportation, and activities, and suggest two tips for saving money in each category.
- Don’t make anything up—be realistic about travel times, take into account the opening dates and hours of sites, and give me the entry fees for places to visit.
- Ask me all the questions until you’re 95% sure you understand what’s being asked. Don’t generate your response until you’ve understood."
The AI asked for a few clarifications:
"Great request—I can build you a really optimized and enjoyable itinerary, but to be 95% sure I hit the mark, I need a few key clarifications (this will really influence the pace, areas, and accommodations)."
In the end, it proposed a program very close to what we actually did.
I’ll skip its accommodation and restaurant suggestions...
Its proposal:
"Ubud (4 nights) => we did 5 nights
Sidemen (2 nights)
Amed (3 nights) => we’d planned 2 nights
Gili Meno (3 nights) => we did Gili between Sidemen and Amed
Munduk (3 nights) => we did 2 nights before Pemuteran
Pemuteran (3 nights) with Ijen => we did 4 nights
Sanur (2 nights + 1 last night) => we chose Jatiluwih instead of Sanur
It suggested "activities" (and accommodations too):
IN UBUD:
- Walk around central Ubud (1–2h)
- Campuhan Ridge Walk
- Tegalalang Rice Terrace
- Tirta Empul
- Gunung Kawi
- Massage / market / slow café
IN SIDEMEN:
- Rice terrace hike (2–3h)
- Cooking class
IN AMED:
- Snorkeling
- Japanese Shipwreck
- Beach + relaxation
- Volcano sunset
ON GILI:
- Snorkeling at Gili Meno Turtle Point, Nest Underwater Statues
IN MUNDUK:
- Jungle & waterfall hike - Munduk Waterfall + Melanting Waterfall
- Loop: 3–4h (perfect for your level)
- Ulun Danu Bratan Temple
- Twin Lakes
IN PEMUTERAN
- Snorkeling: Menjangan Island
For Kawah Ijen, it detailed the day well:
👍 from Pemuteran = best possible option
12 PM: leave hotel (we left at 10 PM)
1 PM: ferry
3 PM: arrival in Java + transfer
11 PM: start ascent
2 AM–6 AM: volcano
Return to Bali around 11 AM–12 PM (we got back at 4 PM)
👍 still very intense, but doable with an agency
💰 ~80–120 €/person all-inclusive
IN SANUR:
- Relaxation
- Quiet beach
- Proximity to airport (30 min)"
I’ve kept the habit of blowing my nose in the sink and then washing my hands—a custom I picked up in India. Sometimes, non-travelers are shocked when they catch me in the act... 🤪
Also, when I run out of toilet paper, it doesn’t bother me—unless I’ve got company over... 🤪
Just got back from walking a friend’s dog (while they’re on vacation), wearing a djellaba and Tibetan boots... 😏😏😏 Oh, for sure, if I’d run into locals, I probably would’ve shocked them? 😏
Anyway, as long as I’m not spitting on the floor at a restaurant or squatting on the side of a highway with a water bottle in hand...
After taking a little trip around the world, I came back a few months ago with an idea in mind.
I mostly do diving, and I love observing animals in their natural habitat without disturbing them.
During the trip, I realized it was quite complicated to know where and when to see certain species.
For example:
where to dive with sharks or manta rays
where you might get a chance to swim with whales
I even discovered thresher sharks during my trip… I didn’t even know this species existed before, even though they’re incredible to see.
We spent a ton of time searching for info all over the place, especially on social media, without ever getting a clear picture.
So I started putting all this together on my own, in the form of a map, to make it easier to visualize where to go depending on the seasons.
I recently put a first version online (it’s called Fauneya).
There are probably mistakes, inconsistencies, or things to improve, and that’s partly why I’m posting here.
I’d really love to know how you all go about planning this kind of trip.
As part of my Master’s thesis, I’m currently conducting a public survey on a topic that concerns all of us when planning a trip: artificial intelligence and the role of human contact in travel planning.
These days, we’re using more and more digital tools to find ideas, compare options, and book trips... but is the role of human advisors still essential? At what moments? And for what types of trips?
The survey is anonymous and takes about 7 minutes.
It’s aimed at anyone who travels (or has traveled) for leisure, whether you plan everything yourself or go through an agency.
While browsing the forum to gather info for my upcoming trip to Thailand, I often see the terms "traveler," "great traveler," and also "tourist"—so what’s the nuance for you?
I've traveled quite a bit in Vietnam over the past few years—from the southern delta to bustling cities and even some small islands—but what really sticks with me is the north, the high mountains.
Up there, there's something different—maybe slower, more raw. The morning markets with ethnic groups, women in traditional clothes, the colors...
The stilt houses, kids following you and laughing for no reason, the terraced rice fields—it almost feels unreal at times, so vast and quiet, yet so human and simple.
You often hear that Sapa has become too touristy, and that's partly true, especially in the center. But as soon as you move a little farther away, everything changes quickly. The landscapes open up, encounters feel more natural, and you rediscover something truly authentic.
I think it's that contrast that struck me—the difference between what you imagine before going and what you actually discover when you take the time.
And you—what memory do you hold onto from Vietnam? A particular place that touched you more than others?
Hello,
We’re finalizing the plans for our upcoming trip to China in May 2025. The second-to-last stop will be in Zhangjiajie, where we’ve planned to stay for 2 full days before heading to Shanghai.
We’re traveling solo using local transport and have arranged to stay in the city of Zhangjiajie.
We’ve seen that there’s a lot to see:
Tianmen Mountain, the Grand Canyon and the glass bridge, Zhangjiajie National Park, and that the sites are quite far apart with fairly expensive entry fees.
We’re thinking of dedicating one day to the national park and the Grand Canyon (glass bridge) and one day to Tianmen Mountain.
But we’re not sure if this plan is realistic—any thoughts would be much appreciated!
I should be serving a warming drink to the participants in the discussion about gardens and parks that provide us with beautiful photos, I could mention the delicious buttery scent wafting from bakeries in the thread about returning to France, but my heart, its powerful pulse that nourishes my entire being, is elsewhere.
Dasht-e Lut, Yazd, Esfahan, Bam, Kerman, Qeshm, Hormuz—a melody, a prayer at the heart of desire.
A dream, an unattainable fantasy? No. Not anymore.
A very serious Italian travel agency is organizing this trip for 6 people this winter. I’m signed up, I’m going, I’m living. Maybe.
"But you’re completely crazy!!!!"
I know... I know that every civilization, every society has a vital need to create scapegoats to define and justify itself, pathetically. And Iran is one of them, top of the list. I laugh or sigh, and it doesn’t bother me.
But that unchanging red, deep red and garnet, so beautiful in itself, in all the Western chancelleries repeats, whispers, shouts: don’t go, don’t go, don’t go, you’re putting yourself in danger and we can’t do anything for you. You’ll be turned into mere bargaining chips, into arguments for endless negotiations. Fear must be instilled, its power absolutely preserved, no concessions made to the enemy. The information (how many French hostages, real or fake, compared to the number of travelers?) is always lacking.
Traveling becomes a merciless confrontation between desire, the vital pulse, and anxiety, its ghosts.
Hi everyone, here’s our itinerary. Arriving on the evening of December 13th. Departing on January 7th.
Thanks in advance for your tips and valuable feedback.
Manila – 1 night
Coron – 4 nights
Coron to El Nido cruise – 2 nights
El Nido – 4 nights
Port Barton – 5 nights
Flight from Puerto Princesa to Vigan
Vigan – 2 nights
Sagada – 2 nights
Banaue – 2 nights
Bagabag – 1 night
Manila – 1 night
I’ve only booked the flight to Manila and the Manila/Coron flight so far. Is it possible to book boat trips, accommodations, and the Puerto Princesa flight last-minute?
Really disappointed with Costa Rica! Pura vida? The scam of the century!
(Costa Rica pure emptiness).
The country where animals are free and people are in cages.
3 weeks in December in this country and never again. Imagine the trailer of a movie that seems interesting, and when you go see it, you realize it’s a flop and the best moments were in the trailer.
Well, that’s exactly how we felt with Costa Rica pure emptiness.
My wife and I have traveled quite a bit and didn’t expect to be so wrong about a place.
On the main routes, we visited:
San José
Alajuela
Limón, Cahuita, Puerto Viejo, Manzanillo (Caribbean side)
Jaco, Quepos, Manuel Antonio (Pacific side)
And a few short stops in intermediate towns.
Our dissatisfaction grew gradually like this:
When we arrived at the hotel, the taxi dropped us off on a small street in front of a white metal gate with ground-floor windows barred. We looked at it skeptically, but the sign matched.
He approached the gate, rang the bell, the buzzer sounded, and the door opened slightly. The hotel wasn’t bad for the price, a 10-minute walk from downtown, but with a "Fleury-Mérogis" vibe guaranteed.
So far, so good.
After showering and regaining our bearings, we headed downtown.
What started to unsettle us on the way was seeing houses with bars on the ground-floor windows and even on the second floor.
At first, we thought the hotel’s neighborhood wasn’t great.
Downtown San José:
It’s a generic city, not very exotic, with a pedestrian street and a small mercado where you can eat local food without frills. Very few tourists—if any—which let you blend in with the locals. We had lunch and struggled to make ourselves understood because, aside from one or two shops, English wasn’t spoken.
On the way back to the hotel, we took a different route, and while chatting and strolling, my wife pointed out a beautiful two-story white house completely barricaded like Fort Knox.
From that moment, we started noticing the facades of houses and buildings, and wow, it was creepy—most looked like prisons, some even with barbed wire.
Though put off, we told ourselves it was probably a big-city thing and the rest of the country couldn’t be like this.
So far, so good.
We relaxed at the hotel and had a drink at the bar. Night falls early, around 5:30 PM. By 7:30 PM, we headed back downtown for dinner. A bit unsettling for a capital—downtown was almost deserted, and aside from fast-food chains, very few restaurants were open, with hardly anyone on the streets.
Bars with security guards out front.
I won’t say we felt unsafe that night, but once it got dark, we realized the bars on the windows weren’t for nothing. First day in, and our impression was already mixed.
The next day, we explored the city and surroundings, and our feelings didn’t change.
So far, so good.
Off to Cahuita by bus—4 hours of travel.
The landscapes are very green but quickly become monotonous. The road runs alongside the forest and passes through a few towns and villages, and even in the countryside, there were just as many prison-like houses.
The bus dropped us off at Cahuita’s terminal station—only four of us got off. It’s a village, or rather, a small town. Cahuita is basically one straight road and a perpendicular one, and honestly, doubt started to creep in.
A few restaurants that add 13% tax and 10% service charge—so 23% extra. We dropped our stuff at the hotel and went to explore. In 20 minutes, we’d seen it all. We had lunch and planned to check out the famous park.
Entry is by donation—well, the "entry" is a joke. There’s a path along the forest by the sea, and that’s it.
Nothing’s going right anymore.
We thought it was a total scam, but since we hadn’t gone far, we decided to come back the next day to explore further.
We returned to the hotel, relaxed, and around 8:00 PM, we went out for dinner. Only two restaurants were open, and the streets were deserted.
Creepy!
The next day, we explored the so-called park more thoroughly and really got it.
A path along the forest by the sea—2 hours there and 2 hours back, where you see animals that feel like showing their faces.
A total joke—"all that for this?"
The beach was full of wood debris and coconut husks. We wondered if the photos online were edited because the sea, very rough, wasn’t the azure blue we’d seen in pictures.
But calling this a park is a joke—it’s like a new concept.
When we thought about the reviews online, we started to suspect that professionals with interests in the country were monitoring and countering any negative feedback that could harm their business.
Too bad we didn’t check the negative reviews beforehand—we did while we were there, and it helped. We wondered if we’d become too demanding after all our travels, but no—when something’s bad, it’s bad.
Manuel Antonio’s park is even more ridiculous—there’s a short path along the sea for about 500 meters, and then nothing. You have to climb through mud and hack your way through the forest. We ended up barefoot because the mud was up to our calves. All that to see a raccoon and a few parrots flying overhead.
We didn’t expect Noah’s Ark, but we’ve seen more animals in Bali, Mexico, and Thailand while visiting temples or just walking around than in these so-called parks!
Puerto Viejo, not far from Cahuita and supposedly livelier—well, it couldn’t be worse!
According to Lonely Planet, it had a Caribbean vibe and wild nights, but maybe that was a long time ago. The good reggae music playing everywhere isn’t enough.
In the evening, Puerto Viejo was a bit livelier than Cahuita, but that’s not saying much. Very few tourists—if any—no night market, just two or three shops open selling $20 T-shirts. Same vibe as San José.
No big deal—we enjoyed the beach and the sun, which was reliable.
Our itinerary was supposed to include Tortuguero Park, but after talking to other travelers who’d just been, we changed our minds, knowing we’d be visiting Manuel Antonio Park on the Pacific side.
To get back to the Pacific side, you have to take the bus and go through San José again—5 hours this time—then switch bus terminals and another 4.5 hours to Quepos.
A stopover town to get to Manuel Antonio’s beach and park!
A town just like the others we’d seen—deserted as soon as the sun sets, and not exactly bustling during the day either. (Where are all the tourists?)
Still as many bars on the windows and that feeling of being in the wrong place.
7 km later: Manuel Antonio beach and park.
The beach is very beautiful and quite large, but don’t expect turquoise blue water—the waves stir up the sand, giving the water a brownish color.
Along the beach, shops and restaurants for about 300 meters, and then nothing. At night, after sunset, the town shuts down too.
Manuel Antonio Park is highly praised for its wildlife, so we were eager to see it. When you express dissatisfaction with Cahuita or Manzanillo parks, the response is always, "But you should’ve gone to Monteverde or Manuel Antonio!" No matter what you do or say, they’ll tell you, "You should’ve gone there or here."
Back to our famous park—entry was about $16, and contrary to what we’d heard, it wasn’t crowded!
Guides at the entrance with spotting scopes offered their services for about $30.
The park: a mix of boardwalk and dirt paths through the forest, sometimes running alongside beautiful coves and beaches.
As soon as we entered, a crowd was taking photos of a deer eating leaves.
A little further on, a guide with a group of five stopped. The guide raised his arm and set up his spotting scope! He showed them, about 100 meters away, a hummingbird perched on a branch. Some, looking through the scope, exclaimed, "Oh my God! Amazing! Incredible!"
For a moment, we thought they’d discovered a unicorn or were in Jurassic Park and had just crossed paths with a T-Rex!
The concept is comical—looking at a bird or another animal through a spotting scope because it’s too far away. Isn’t that what TV is for?
For our part, we saw monkeys, ants, an armadillo, an iguana, and the backside of a sloth climbing a tree. Amazing, incredible!
We stayed a few days in Manuel Antonio to enjoy the beach, changing hotels often because prices varied wildly from one day to the next for shameful services. On top of that, they’d quote a price in dollars and convert it at their discretion—thieves!
Alajuela, a city near the airport, has a two-story mall and a local market downtown! No interest except its proximity to the airport.
What we liked:
The climate and, in hindsight, San José—the most authentic city we visited.
What we didn’t like, in addition to what we’ve already mentioned:
Costa Ricans aren’t very friendly or communicative. English is barely spoken, not even by doctors at Quepos Hospital, where my wife ended up with food poisoning (thanks, Google Translate). The widespread obesity among Costa Ricans, who eat like Americans. The insecurity. The eco-hipsters who leave their $150 lodges in minivans with guides to visit parks and other sites, then return to barricade themselves in their fortresses at nightfall (oh my God, amazing, incredible). The blue signs at the entrance of towns that accept this payment method: "We accept American Express." Parking lots that become paid just because a guy is watching your car. Prices displayed in dollars. The cost of living (hotels, restaurants, taxes). Landscapes that are too green and not flowery enough. Beaches—nothing exceptional. Pollution in cities where big American trucks rule. Sewage dumped directly into the sea. Aside from the jungle, there’s nothing to visit—no ruins, monuments, or anything worth seeing.
In short, my wife and I think the hype about this supposedly eco-friendly country is overrated. It’s just the trendy destination of the moment. There are much better, cheaper, and more authentic places.
In hindsight, we keep the good memories and our beautiful photos, but if we had to do it over...
Before signing off, a little message to those who don’t like hearing opinions different from theirs:
Well, some things aren’t up for debate. And to those who’d have us believe that in 3 weeks, we don’t have the right to criticize a country or express our feelings—how can you praise it in so little time? What a scam. Costa Rica is a money pit. Pura vida? Pure cosmic emptiness.
If you like spending your evenings barricaded in your cozy hotel after dark, this country is for you.
For everyone else: run!
Hello,
Since the war between Russia and Ukraine, nothing is simple anymore for traveling to Belarus due to sanctions.
No more direct flights from the EU to Minsk.
Driving is a huge hassle, especially crossing through Poland at the only open border in Brest—you can wait 2, 3, or even 4 days just to get through by car.
The least painful driving option is to come via Lithuania and cross at the only open border, with a minimum wait time of 8 hours, sometimes up to 20 hours or more!!
Controls are very strict and annoying on both the Lithuanian and Belarusian sides. Avoid bringing alcohol, food, or cigarettes—everything will end up in the trash, especially when leaving Belarus for Vilnius, where the Lithuanians are tough, even with EU citizens.
The joy I once knew when visiting my wife in Minsk is sadly over—it’s now a real ordeal.
The fastest solution is to fly. My wife travels to France by taking a bus to Kaunas in Lithuania, where you can catch a flight (though not daily) to Paris Beauvais or Charleroi in Belgium with Ryanair, for example.
For the return trip, it’s the same: a flight to Kaunas and then a direct bus from the airport to Minsk.
The bus crossing is quicker than driving—the 250 km journey, including border checks, takes about 6 to 8 hours for buses leaving Lithuania around midnight, but controls are still strict at the border.
The biggest challenge is finding flight schedules that align with the bus routes between the two countries, given the unpredictable border crossing times.
Now, my wife travels via Charleroi in Belgium (near Brussels), and you can take a train to Paris. Alternatively, you can fly into Beauvais and take a bus to Paris (Porte Maillot).
For those driving, note that EU insurance and assistance policies no longer work in Belarus or Russia. You’ll need to get local insurance, usually limited to third-party liability (I don’t think full coverage exists?), as well as mandatory medical insurance. This is available at the border.
You now have to pay highway tolls—no more BELTOLL boxes. Instead, you pay a flat fee for the duration of your stay. Stop at the first gas station after crossing from Lithuania to fill up on fuel and cigarettes.
From what I know, Lithuania bans carrying more than 60 € in cash, but there’s no limit for USD (though it’s capped at $10,000??).
With a Visa card, you can now withdraw 1,000 rubles per week (about 270 €)—two months ago, it was only 500 rubles!!
For now, you can still pay by card in shops and gas stations.
However, major retailers like KORONA (which may be Russian-owned??) no longer accept foreign Visa cards.
Unfortunately, the additional sanctions announced by the U.S. on August 5, 2025, against Russia—and possibly Belarus—aren’t promising for the future.
After 20 years of visiting Belarus, I’m truly saddened to see the joy of living in this country with my wonderful wife turn into such a bleak situation, all because of human folly.
Hi everyone!
I’m putting together our travel itinerary for Veneto at the end of April. And the more I look and research potential sites to visit, the more I find!
We’ll only be there for a week—my family and I—including 3 days in Venice. So we have to make some choices...
I plan to rent a car when we arrive in Venice and head straight to Bergamo, which would be our first stop. We’d leave the car at the airport when we return to Venice so we can explore the city at our leisure.
What do you think:
1 night in Bergamo (a 2h15 drive from Venice airport),
1 night in Garda,
1 night in Verona,
1 in Padua, and
3 in Venice—would that be doable?
Thanks in advance for your tips and experiences! :)
Now that the curtain has fallen on the past year, it’s time to see what’s happening around here.
It seems pretty quiet, but I’ll read more in detail later.
First, I need to tell you all an anecdote.
My eldest little girl, in her third year of law school, was really scared she wouldn’t pass the year.
I told her:
“Trust yourself, you’ve worked so hard, and worst case, if you fail, you’ll just redo the year.”
“But I don’t think I’ll make it—they changed the rules, and if I mess up even one unit, I have to start all over.”
I knew her grades weren’t exactly stellar, and with what I was about to say, I wasn’t taking much of a risk.
“Here’s the deal, sweetheart: if you pass, I promise I’ll take you to India, just the two of us.”
I have to admit, India is a country I’ve talked about so much to all my grandchildren that in their minds, it’s become a magical, mythical place (hmm).
July had barely begun when my phone rang, her name flashing on the screen.
“Mamido, I did it!”
My promise came rushing back—oh no, oh no, oh no!
“Congratulations, sweetheart!”
A little shyly, she said:
“Is the India trip still on?”
And me, replying:
“Of course it is!”
And that’s that—a promise is a promise, or you risk losing that precious trust that keeps hearts warm and at peace.
We’re leaving in February. Only 8 days—yikes, the carbon footprint!
But we can’t miss her tutorials, or she’ll be kicked out.
Personally, that works just fine for me.
Going to India has become a challenge for me. It’s far, it’s exhausting, I sweat, I hate mosquitoes, the spices bother my mouth when I used to love them. There’s noise all the time—at night, the dogs bark nonstop, and we almost get run over. I’ll get lost in the streets because my sense of direction has vanished. I don’t like rice anymore. All that chaos and those cultural differences that once enchanted me now just overwhelm me.
But I promised.
The upside—and it’s a big one—Raman, the same driver I’ve had forever, will be at the airport with a sign with our names. We’ll stop at the same little shop for chai (or tea, plain and simple) with that aroma that intoxicates me, halfway through the trip.
It’ll be a tiny trip—staying with friends, I’ll show her a few places I love: Chidambaram, Mamallapuram, and the clinic where I worked. Then we’ll head back.
My little girl will go home to her parents.
As for me, I’ll leave right away for our Scottish island with Homme for our chilly winter.
How can you love a country so much you want to live there, then suddenly reject it, no longer able to appreciate what once made it special?
That’s the mystery of love, I guess.
I’ve visited the U.S. four times myself, including two long road trips. The last one was just this past August...
I won’t be going back. I already felt guilty last August, but recent policies have finally convinced me: the humiliation of Zelensky, authoritarian excesses, Gestapo-like methods for detaining people of foreign origin, the murder of innocent people (a mother shot dead), corruption, insane "tariffs," skyrocketing healthcare costs for Americans, the abduction of foreign figures to secure oil, the requirement to disclose social media accounts, and now... threats and blackmail to forcibly take Greenland—a region that belongs to Denmark and thus the European Union!
The reality is that simply posting this could get me denied entry to the U.S.!
In this context, I just can’t keep spending money there. I loved my trips, but there are so many other countries with stunning landscapes to explore.
So I get why you’d want to travel there. I did, and I loved it. But once a country no longer respects any of the values that made us love it, why go?
How can we even consider traveling to a country that threatens to take one of our territories by force?
Hello everyone,
Controversial topic? Not necessarily—maybe just a reflection on a world to come.
I spent the last 15 days of August on a cruise in Greenland, from Kangerlussuaq to Tasiilaq.
I was utterly amazed by this unique world of rock and ice, the little houses in every color, a simple life that’s also complicated by isolation and climate, among other things...
I carry in my heart the kindness of the people I met, the raw and gentle majesty of the icebergs, the colors of the sky...
So, I can’t even imagine a massive presence of raw material prospectors, heavy machinery requiring roads to be built—if that’s even possible—changing their way of life... putting sled dogs out to pasture!
Do fast food and Greenland’s northern lights really mix?
I wouldn’t trade my memories for an ESTA!
All opinions are respectable, which is why this isn’t a controversy—but I’m sorry, I have a soft spot for *my* Greenland.
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
This catchy and somewhat mysterious title comes from several questions I’ve been asking myself.
VF has been back open for a reasonable number of weeks and months now.
The number of visitors overall matches past averages, but the number of members online in the last 24 hours seems relatively lower than what we used to see.
Yet, to my surprise, I’m seeing fewer travel journals, way fewer messages, and way fewer questions.
I don’t see many new registered users online, and I notice a number of members who are logged in but either aren’t participating or have stopped participating.
Something’s not adding up for me because, in my opinion, VF is still appealing, and I don’t see which other sites could really compete.
Was there a real break between pre- and post-Covid?
Does it just take more time for some people to discover the site or learn that it’s active again?
Do people now prefer quick consumption on sites like FB or others I’m not familiar with?
Where have the site’s old-timers gone, and what are they doing with their time now?
What’s really going on here?
This isn’t exactly a traveler’s question... I’d like to know who handles the technical side of this forum?
I run a similar forum on a different topic (unrecognized children), and we’re dealing with a few technical issues that are slowly killing our forum... so I’d have one or two questions to ask 😊.
Also, I was wondering who created this forum... who the administrators or moderators are, etc.
I think this forum is great. Much better than Facebook, which I’ve been using since it shut down (so I’m happy to see it’s working again...)