🙂Ce We, je suis tombée sur un livre qui avait à peu près ce titre là... Genre "100 choses à voir ou à vivre dans le monde avant de mourir"... J'ouvre.... curieuse.....
Et là! déception! L'hôtel 4 étoiles de la station super balnéaire, le plus grand palace du monde avec un lit à eau bouillonnante (😐bon, c est rigolo, mais ce serait pas ma dernière volonté non plus...) dans la suite royale plus plus...etc etc... (je précise que c'était à Londres... ce sont donc peut être les choix des anglais 😉)
Je suis sûre qu'à nous tous, on aura AUCUN mal à trouver 100 choses à voir qui nous font rêver POUR DE VRAI...
Voilà mes idées, j'en mets 5 pour vous laisser de la place :
les chutes d'Iguacu (mon côté préféré : l'argentin, parce qu'il nous renvoit à notre.... petitesse au sens propre 😉)
les fonds sous-marins de Pulau Bunaken (nord de Sulawesi, Indonésie)
Rio de Janeiro depuis le Christ Rédempteur quand quelques nuages s'accrochent encore aux Dos Irmaos
Venise, la place San Marco sous la neige au petit jour
le temple de Borobudur sur Java
A vous!!! (j'ai encore plein d'idées mais bon..) ET QUE CE QUE VOUS AVEZ VU... sinon c est trop facile!!!🙂
Ah oui.... je ne pensais pas à ces choses là mais c'est vrai que ce sont des bonheurs quotidiens INDISPENSABLES.... (et puis la Ciotat ça me rappelle quand j'étais petite et que je vivais au soleil!!!) 🙂
Et si, plutôt que de te faire vaguement plaisir en semant quelques graines frappées de stérilité (des listes de noms qui ne feront que s'ajouter les unes aux autres, comme une surenchère de réponses à un jeu télévisé) tu t'amusais à construire un machin (à toi de trouver quoi) à la hauteur de ce que tu rêvais de trouver en ouvrant ce fameux bouquin décevant?
C'est juste une idée, comme ça...
"le silence des pantoufles est plus terrifiant que le bruit des bottes"
Et bien moi je ne demande pas le bout du monde....juste l'Angleterre !!! Avant de mourir faut que j'aille en Angleterre !!! Mais si on me propose plusieurs voeux je dirais également un ti tour dans tous les endroits de la Terre où il fait chaud !! J'en ai marre du froid 😕
Mais à part les voyages si je devais choisir quelque chose à faire avant de mourir ce serait de revoir une dernière fois toutes ma famille qui est au Portugal et qui me manque....😕
Voilà....mais comme je ne pense pas mourir avant d'avoir 100 ans j'aurai donc le temps d'aller 10 fois en Angleterre, de visiter pleins d'endroits où il fait beau et je vois ma famille tous les ans....j'aurai même le temps de voir de nouveaux nés dans ma famille 😉
Souriez et la vie vous semblera bien plus belle ;)
On se croirait dans High Fidelity de Nick Hornby, avec le héros qui aime faire des top 5 de tout et n'importe quoi, par exemple le top 5 de ses meilleurs chagrins d'amour.
Moi, j'aime pas les top 5, c'est trop réducteur et puis, ça risque de tourner à la connerie, du genre c'est moi qui ai vu les plus beaux coins ou les plus perdus ... Bref, c'est moi qui ai la plus grosse.
J'avoue, je ne suis pas de bon poil aujourd'hui. Désolé.
Ouhh comme cela fait longtemps que je ne suis pas venu trainer mes guettre pas ici...
Ca fait plaisir de revenir.
Bon au risque de contrarier certain... Je trouve l'idée excellente. C'est pas d'une originalité à toute épreuve certe, mais ca peut donner des idées.
Je te suis également sur borobudur.
je conseillerai également d'aller voir les magnifiques rizières en terrasse de Bali, les plantations de thé du Sri lanka et la Baie d'Ha long terrestre (à nin bin)...
Sans oublier l'aube se lever sur paris assis sur un banc du pont des arts (c'est un super cliché, mais ca reste un must...)
Ouf, j'ai cru qu'on allait encore me parler de jeux télévisés ou du top 5 de je ne sais quoi!!!
🙂.....
La baie d'Halong c'est pour bientôt!!!! je n'ai aucune idée de ce à quoi cela va rassembler.. même pas vu une photo je crois.... Hâte d'y être!!!
J'accroche sur pas mal de sites dont tu as déjà parlé (Rio, Iguacu, ...)
En voici quelques-uns qui me passent par la tête :
le Sud Lipez en Bolivie pour ses étendues lunaires, ses couleurs surnaturelles et la vue depuis le sommet du Licancabur. la route qui relie Salta (Argentine) à San Pedro de Atacama (Chili) par le Paso de Jama. les Galapagos (faut se presser car la préservation de ces îles inouïes ne risque pas de durer encore très longtemps). les fjords de la Patagonie chilienne pour le côté "plus mystérieux tu meurs". la région de Landmanalaugar en Islande pour la beauté et la rudesse. le North Shore Hawaïen pour la plus belle collection de vagues de reef break du monde. New York, car s'il n'y en avait plus qu'une, ça serait elle. la Lozère (plus beau département de France ?). Belle-île en mer hors saison pour ses tempêtes, ses araignées (de mer), ses fonds marins et sa sérennité. ....
Puis, quand je connaitrai :
la vue depuis les sommets de l'Aconcagua, de l'Ojos del Salado, du Llullaillaco et de l'Everest, le Cap Horn depuis la mer l'Antarctique Alors, je pourrais m'en aller.
"Old travellers never die, they just smell that way"
J'abonde dans le sens de Le Piaf.... et je précise que je ne suis pas de mauvaise humeur.
Ca rime à quoi d'égrener des noms si on n'y met pas un sacré "plus"? Un paragraphe poétique, un lien sur un carnet de voyages, une anecdote, enfin QUELQUE CHOSE, quoi!
Et puis si "c'était pas fait dans cet esprit" pourquoi dire "tant pis on abandonne" plutôt que d'expliquer l'esprit, ou de l'enrichir?
"le silence des pantoufles est plus terrifiant que le bruit des bottes"
BEN MOI SANS ETRE TRES ORIGINAL MAIS JUSTE POUR TAQUINER CERTAIN GROGNEUGNEUX (SE), J VEUX RETOURNE A SIBERUT ET VITE, ME REVEILLE ET DECOUVRIR LES FESSES DE MA COPS QUI DORT ENCORE (sory pour les autres mais elle as les plus belles de la planéte ) courir pieds nus dans la rosée du matin, fumer une gudam-garam avec un ginseng coffee a BUKITTINGGI, péter dans mon bain, et voir rire ma grand-mére !!!!!!!!
Voila ca vous as plus !!!!
A VOUS 😛
L'envie c'est comme un grain de sable dans l'oeil !
Tous les goûts sont dans la nature... C'est pas gai ça ?
Moi j'ai pas forcément besoin de tartines de carnets de voyage pour me faire rêver (la plupart du temps ils m'ennuient par leurs efforts d'écriture qui les rendent pompeux)... Quelques mots me suffisent le plus souvent pour m'évader ! Oui je sais, j'ai de la chance...
Alors puisqu'on me motive, j'en rajoute une couche, un peu plus tournée vers les sensations :
Le petit port de Ribadeo (Espagne, Asturies) dans les brumes du petit matin avec ses bateaux de pêche et puis plus tard, vers 18h, à l'heure du chocolate con churros sur la plaza del colon. La plage de Caios à quelques km au Nord de Figueira da Foz (Portugal) pour ses dizaines de vagues vierges qui s'étirent sous mes yeux ahuris et avides. Le Guadalquivir au couché du soleil à Seville... Un souffle de fraîcheur dans cette fournaise au mois d'Août. Survoler la ville de Mexico pendant 20 vraies minutes (c'est long) avant de finalement atterrir... Non d'une pipe que cette ville est énorme ! Sentir mon corps vibrer au rythme des batterias dans le sambodrome de Rio tout en essayant de repérer mes amis qui défilent avec la Mocidade. Prendre le train pour aller de Newcastle à Edimburgh avec mes meilleurs copains en me disant qu'on va passer un super week end même si on n'a presque pas d'argent et qu'on ne sait pas où on va dormir. Atterrir à La Paz et sentir ma tête tourner à cause de l'altitude quand je récupère mon sac sur le tapis à bagages (El Alto = 4000m). Me mettre à l'eau du côté de Cargèse (Corse), à la pierre marine et voir mes amis, bien meilleurs chasseurs que moi, remonter des abysses (souvent plus de 25 mètres) avec un denti ou une liche... de plus de 3 kg.
Chouette tout ça, non ?
"Old travellers never die, they just smell that way"
Pour être poétique: Un immense voilier d'outardes en partance pour le sud au dessus d'un lac teinté du rose d'une aube automnal dans les Hautes-Laurentides... à pleurer! Un lever de soleil seul au sommet d'une dune saharienne... immense! Buller une semaine sur une île indonésienne dont on fait le tour en un quart d'heure... pfff! Plonger le regard dans la forêt du haut du temple IV, Tikal... waaaww, comme dans la guerre des étoiles! Le sourire de mes enfants... incontournable. Péter dans mon bain, si j'avais une baignoire... (ça le fait moins sous la douche 🤪)
Moi c'est tout simple, être de nouveau réveillé en pleine nuit sous la tente, tout la haut dans les Rockies par les loups qui hurlent au clair de lune (ouais mais cet été il n'y avait pas de lune 😉).Quel pied Dame nature, quels plaisirs aussi 🙂
Je reconnais bien là le sens du détail de l'ingénieur.
Sympa de te relire sur VF, ça faisait une paye.
Comment se préparent les fêtes de Noël là où tu es ?
Je me lance : Les bouquinistes le long des quais de Paris en Automne Mycènes, pas loin d'Epidaure Sienne Les Iles Eoliennes La Mosquée-Cathédrale de Cordoue Ostuni (dans les Pouilles)
- voir le col Nord de l'everest depuis le sommetvoir le sommet de l'everest depuis le col nord de l'everestvoir les ruines du monastère de rongbuk (camp de base de l'everest"escalader le ressaut "Hillary" sur l'everest traverser le couloir "Norton" (Everest)
Voilà pour la partie obscessionnelle, j'ai d'ailleurs littéralement répondu à la question puisque après avoir fait tout çà, j'ai toute les chances de "mourir" lors de la descente de ............ l 'Everest...
plus modestement j'aimerais bien boire une dernière bière avec mon pote Benoit ou Jean-Michel, au café "chez ginette"
à Vernon (Eure)
ou encore acheter des croissants à la boulangerie du coin à 05H30 rue brochant à Paris (17 ème)
Les voyages améliorent les sages et empirent les sots.
OK Vincent.... effectivement je pense pouvoir écrire sans TROP m'avancer qu'une thérapie everestique te semble etre indispensable avant de heu... monter encore plus haut dans le ciel.... ou... de se prendre la gamelle du siècle en redescendant l'Everest...
Alors, voici quelques ajouts persos :
New York : remonter la 9eme avenue, s'arreter dans un "deli" prendre un american coffee sans gout, le boire et se reservir soi meme avec la petite cafetière posée sur le bar, en regardant de la fumée s'échapper d'une bouche d'égout comme dans les films, acheter un donut et entrer dans central park pour nourrir les écureuils.... se rendre compte au regard des promeneurs qu'on fait super touriste malgré (ou à cause) de sa super casquette NYC...
mes meilleurs moment !!!
à bergeronnes, sur le bord du fleuve st-laurent.
m'endormir sous la tente au son du souffle des baleines.
me faire réveiller, en pleine nuit, par le chant des bélugas...
me lever au petit matin, un café à la main assise sur les rochés devant le spectacles de ces mastodontes!!!
faire du kayak de mer parmis les baleines....
l'excitation de les voir d'aussi près.... être aussi petite et eux si gros.
voir le souffle d'un rorqual au loin, et savoir qu'il vient sur nous...
l'attente de voir où il va sortir.... souvent très près....
Moins exotique que les baleines sur le Saint Laurent, mais pas mal émouvant quand même :
un petit footing un samedi matin d'hiver sur la petite promenade au ras de l'eau sur l'île de la jatte à Neuilly quand la brume vous entoure et vous fait sentir si bien, comme dans une petite bulle ouatée coupée de tout... Le pied dans "la marre au diable" !
"Old travellers never die, they just smell that way"
Arriver à Shanghai en bateau avec les premières lueurs de l'aube et distinguer au loin les silhouettes familières du Bund. Débarquer sur le quai de Shiliupu quand il est encore très tôt et descendre le Bund à pieds quand il est encore désert.
Si je ne m'abuse (je n'ai jamais mis les pieds à Shanghaï), le Bund est un quartier historique de la ville, là où se trouvaienrt les concessions étrangères au début du 20ème siècle.
Lu sur le net :
S'étendant sur 4 km de long sur la rive ouest de la rivière Huangpu, le Bund a toujours été le symbole par excellence de Shanghai grâce à ses immeubles bâtis dans les années 20 et 30 du siècle dernier et qualifiés d'"exposition d'architecture universelle". En 1996 l'ensemble architectural du Bund fut classé site culturel d'importance prioritaire nationale par le Conseil des Affaires d'Etat.
Qaunt à Shiliupu, il doit s'agir d'un quai du Bund sur la rivièrre.
Voir, ou plutot entendre le bruit de l'eau à peu près n'importe où
Pour peut que ce soit dans l'irrigation d'une oasis, alors là, je commence a vraiment prendre mon pied
je revivrais bien cette matinée à Phaestos, ce site minoen dominant une vallée plantée d'oliviers par millier et entourée de pins qui exhalent une odeur délicieuse et où les cigales chantent le bonheur de ce moment...ah oui...je le revivrais volontiers
Et les voyages en eux meme...Heraklion-Sitia en bus, des montagnes les pieds dans l'eau, des ravins vertigineux, les biquettes qui stoppent le bus, les bouzouki dans ces "oldies" grecs qui passent à la radio du bus, les touristes francais qui parlent de moi ignorant que je les comprends (veridique !😉), la conduite kamikaze du chauffeur (un virage en epingle à cheveux? on fonce, on klaxonne et arrivera ce qui devra arriver!)...
Heraklion; les avions en rase-motte (j'adore ces grosses machines polluantes -chacun ses defauts-); le premier café oriental dans le port non loin du fort venitien, les poulpes qui sechent, la personne qui m'interpelle dans cette splendide langue grecque avec un doux sourire, les baklava dégustés sur le balcon tandis que le soleil se couche sur la Mediterranée...
Istanbul...Le chant du muezzin au petit matin et la fenêtre laissée ouverte pour le laisser venir jusqu'a mes oreilles...La rencontre d'un routard musicien à la mosquée de Suleiman le Magnifique...La rencontre le dernier jour avec cette étudiante et l'etrange emotion qui me submerge quand je prends congé...Ali, le charmant guide improvisé...
Allemagne: Cadeau d'une chute de neige dans cette petite ville paumée du Bade-Wutemberg où les pâtisseries (qui me rappellent les douceurs de la rue des rosiers (avis aux parisiens: courrez chez Finkelstajn si vous n'y etes encore jamais allés)) compensent la solitude; sentiment de mélancolie complaisante......Traversée en train de la forêt noire couverte d'un manteau blanc...Magnifique!
Voilà de beaux moments vécus...Mais je vivrai encore pour des pays qui obsedent mes pensées depuis...wouh.. je ne sais même plus...Voir, sentir, goûter le Moyen-Orient de la Mediterranée à la Mer d'Arabie et là...là seulement je serai prete! 😏 Non je plaisante je serai jamais prête pour ca..Car ensuite on troque le dromadaire pour le chameau et zou...c'est parti pour l'Asie Centrale...(je ferai peut etre un crochet par l'Afrique de l'Est...Apres tout j'ai toute la vie!)
Oui, Shiliupu est bien le nom d'un des quais du Bund, celui où accostent certains bateaux de passagers. Et le Bund est bien ce magnifique ensemble architectural que tu as décrit. Les concessions étrangères ne se limitaient bien sûr pas au Bund, sauf au tout début, mais il s'agit de leur vestige le plus typique.
Dans un registre tout différent, j'évoquerais aussi la traversée du Piémont de Cuneo à Turin, que je n'ai faite qu'en train, mais qui doit être encore plus belle par la route. Du début à la fin, on peut admirer l'arc alpin dans toute sa splendeur et bien sûr le célèbre Mt Viso qui se détache. Une fois à Turin, monter au sommet de la Mole Antonelliana, cette étrange construction du centre-ville, reconvertie en Musée du cinéma, et d'où on a une vue à couper le souffle sur les Alpes, ainsi que sur la ville toute entière bien sûr.
Me réveiller le matin, n'importe où et me dire que j'ai la chance de n'être pas mort! De pouvoir encore vivre une merveilleuse journée, de joie, de galère, de vie quoi! Demain, je serai peut-être mort alors, j'ouvre les yeux et je vois ce qui est là, tout simplement. Et je me dis que c'est bon la vie! Monsieur le bourreau, encore un instant s'il vous plaît...
eh bien pour moi je voudrais voir ou revoir
revoir Venezia la bellissima avec une arrivée par la mer.
revoir un coin de paradis dans l'ex yougaslavie
voir la Terre de feu avec ce fameux cap Horn
voir le sahara avec ses dunes à perte de vue.
et puis plein d'endroit aussi différents les uns que les autres.
Sans oublier les personnes que j aime particulièrement c'est à dire toute ma famille.
j'aimerai voir tout ce que mes yeux et mon coeur pourront voir, ..par delà les apparences et jusqu'à ce qu'ils se ferment..pour entamer un autre voyage..à destination inconnue.....
mais si il fallait voir et retenir.je dirai, tout reste à venir, à s'offrir à mes mirettes..mais jaimerai quand même bien avant de "mourir" (car il y a la mort physique certes, mais le reste ?...)
revoir un ciel aussi étoilé que celui que j'ai pu voir et admirer à la belle étoile à 2500m au bord du lac de Lanoux après avoir franchit le pic du carlit (dans les P.O), embrasser l'homme que j'aime, me taper un bon fou rire à en avoir mal aux côtes, manger un bon pélardon sur du pain de campagne d'un petit village du roussillon (je sais ça fait un peu chauvin...mais on à un terroir et des produits!!! hummm!)....etc.....la liste est si longue!!!!...
bon finalement je vais m'y mettre dès demain!!! pourquoi attendre ?...allez zou!!!😉😊
"Il y a assez sur Terre pour répondre aux besoins de tous, mais pas assez pour satisfaire l'avidité de chacun" GHANDI"
"Heureux le voyageur, qui en parcourant le monde trouvera son âme et en s'ouvrant à lui trouvera son coeur"...
Tu as raison Laneige, parlons fromage. Ah manger une truffade accompagnée de saucisse...
Et dans un tout autre genre : être réveillée par les "chorales" de Muezzins dans un coin paumé du Moyen Euphrate (ici pas de fromage, juste un erzats de vache qui rit qui s'appelle pretty cow).
Revoir Rami (5 ans), tout crassouille et si souriant, qui m'apportait des poires et du pain tous les jours.
Et bien sûr, le désert. Marcher dans les dunes. Ecouter le silence.
Enfin, un moment magique : la découverte d'un parfum. Cette histoire vous paraîtra sans doute idiote voire neuneu mais c'était en 1997 et je m'en souviens comme si c'était hier. Deux mois que nous vivions dans la crasse, dans les odeurs de pétrole, de terre et de nourriture grasse... Nous étions secs, sales malgré les douches. Nous ne savions plus si nous étions noirs du soleil ou de cette poussière dans laquelle nous baigniions constamment. Jusqu'à ce vendredi, notre jour de repos, où une de mes collègues a sorti LE parfum. Jamais je n'ai ressenti un tel choc olfactif. Choc sans doute proportionnel aux rudes épreuves que subissaient constamment nos narines. En quelques secondes, l'odeur a envahi toute la pièce. Ca a été un grand moment de bonheur. Depuis, je porte ce parfum TOUS les jours.
On parle beaucoup de ce que l'on a vu dans les forums. Un peu de ce que l'on a entendu ou goûté. Rarement de ce que l'on senti, encore moins de ce que l'on a touché.
Tout à fait d'accord avec cette histoire de parfum. Les odeurs (merci Marcel) sont terriblement attachés aux lieux. Même après près de 20 ans, l'odeur de feu de bois me ramène vers un petit hôtel loin d'ici dans lequel je n'ai eu que de bons souvenirs...
"Voyage autour des 5 sens"
Mais si, sous ce titre, on en a parlé, longuement, de ces souvenirs liés, entre autres, aux odeurs, plus ou moins agréables, indissolublement liées à nos voyages : dans ce même chapitre, "Entre deux voyages" - Pensées, réflexions de voyageurs - Discussion initiée par Snounit le 3 juillet 2004...
Fabricia -
Comme une eau, le monde vous traverse et pour un temps vous prête ses couleurs... ("L'Usage du Monde" - Nicolas Bouvier)
Vrai Fabricia ! Je viens de regarder. Je t'avoue que forumiste depuis quelques mois, je n'ai fait qu'un petit tour des discussions passées.
En lisant les posts, j'ai d'ailleurs noté que nous sommes un certain nombre à aimer tout particulièrement l'appel à la prière des muezzins. J'adore ! A tel point que j'ai un enregistrement que je me passe de temps en temps. Au grand damn de mes voisins qui, primo, n'ont vraiment pas l'air d'apprécier, et secundo, ont l'air de se poser de sérieuses questions sur leur voisine. Me voilà donc "rassurée".
Sonam ! La Bretagne !!!!!! Veinard ! Je l'ai quittée, sans doute définitivement, il y a un an. Et j'en suis malheureuse. Ouessant et son joueur de biniou. L'odeur de la mer. Le granit du Trégor. Marcher sur les pavés des rues de Tréguier...
Moi, pour qui tout reste à voir puisque peu vu (surtout comparé à vous), ce sera un top 5 de Voir xxxxx pour la première fois et mourir...
1 - Pour combler mon amour des bêtes et d'observation de la faune, je devrai faire un safari photo quelque part au Kenya et dormir dans ces huttes logées dans les arbres. J'aurais dû être plus sérieuses dans mes études et devenir la seconde Jane Goodall, j'ai tant d'admiration pour elle.
2 - Je devrai aller vérifier si tout est si beau et mystérieux en Écosse, dans leurs plaines jonchées de châteaux.
3 - Je devrai allonger mon corps dans (ou sur?) la mer Morte, pour le thrill. Aussi pour les paysages de cette région qui doivent être hallucinants.
4 - J'aimerais tant voir l'Irak et tous les pays ou on ne doit pas aller car dangereux... juste parce qu'on ne doit pas y aller. Ces pays renferment des trésors dont on nous refuse l'accès. À mes yeux c'est un crime!
5 - Et pour finir en beauté, la Polynésie pour ses fleurs, l'océan partout, le rythme de vie attirant...
''On ne peut contrôler le vent mais on peut ajuster les voiles''
''Pour chaque chose, une autre vie me semblait due''
A. Rimbaud
- J'aimerai revoir un levé de soleil depuis le haut d'une falaise sur Fraser Island. Voir et etre surpris qu'au premier rayon qui touche l'ocean des baleines venus de nul part se metent a sauter dans tous les sens. On les sens heureuses a bondir comme ca, on se dit que vraiment, la nature est un spectacle ahurissant.
J'aimerais revoir le petit oeil d'une grosse baleine qui t'observe en passant au ras de ta barque.
J'aimerai revoir le brise glace Ara Irizar appareiller au petit matin dans la brume de la baie d'ushuaia direction l'antartique. Au son de sa grosse corne de brume il s'enfonce dans le brouillard, tu voudrais tellement etre a bord.
J'aimerai revoir le Cap Horn depuis l'avion, au decolage d'ushuaia, au moment ou le soleil se couche. J'ai dans la main "Cap Horn a la voile", l'avant derniere page, je jete vite un coup d'oeil par le hublot au moment ou l'avion entame une grande courbe apres avoir decollé. Je me fais eblouir par le soleil qui se couche et une seconde apres avoir j'entrevois au loin les iles hornos, entournés de nuages orangés, rouges, roses... C'etait magique. Ce soir la il y avait comme un tunel dans les nuages juste pour que je puisse apercevoir ces iles qui me font tant rever.
J'aimerai a nouveau m'endormir a la belle etoile en NZ, couché dans l'herbe et regarder ce ciel incroyable. Ces etoiles d'une intensité incroyables semblent t'envelopper entierement. Tu peux meme les distinguer a l'horizon, entre les arbres. Avec le temps la southern cross se decouvre . Pres de toi le feu de camp crepite, et un ami joue un peu de guitare dans son coin. La tu te dis juste que rien ne doit changer.
etc...
Apres peut etre que, je serai pret...
J'ai deterré un vieux topic certe, mais c'est pour moi le plus beau de ce forum... 😛
Moi avant de mourrir je veux LA retrouver et aller voir AVEC ELLE tous les coins dont vous parlez.
Marre de chez marre,
sans elle, plus rien n'est beau, plus rien ne m'interresse,
suis-je anormal ?
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH j'ai mal
5 c'est trop dur de choisir pour moi.
Un seul choix, j'hésite pas 1/10 de seconde : sommet de l'everest par temps clair et quitte à mourrir autant y rester...
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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
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.
hello to all travelers with their eyes wide open to the desert...
I’ve always wondered what I was "doing" on this earth. And why my father, who died a few months after I was born—a former youngest French resistance fighter—joined the First Saharan Motorized Company in Atar and spent the rest of his life repairing army engines in Algeria, Mauritania, Senegal, Mali (which didn’t exist under that name back then), Morocco, and finally Algeria, where my mother was born and raised. (Believe me, it’s not "cool" being the child of a soldier in a country occupied by France, and even less so the child of a "pied-noir.")
Of course, I never got an answer: the dead don’t talk, and the army doesn’t either.
But here’s the thing—I had photos...
So naturally, one day I hit the road. I wanted to see, to understand.
It’s thanks to VF that I was able to do a little research on crossing the Morocco-Mauritania border, and I’m grateful to its members, just as I’m grateful to all those who welcomed me on the road for 14 years.
For the past few weeks, I’ve been wondering if I should talk about this or not...
It turns out the Mauritanians changed my life by asking for my help... And that started as early as February 2012... (Did I owe them something? No answer to that question.)
Ah, the irony—they saw me coming. But when you’re handed sick children and begged to do something, what would you have done? I’d worked in a hospital, so I knew a bit about the rules to follow. I didn’t hesitate.
And well, over all these years, I met doctors, surgeons, and together we organized care, evacuations of children, training for surgeons—even trying to stop children from having to travel outside their country. It was never easy. I’d like to thank those who supported us, as well as *La Chaîne de l’Espoir*, *La Fondation Face au Monde*, and everyone who built bridges between our two countries.
Unfortunately, despite the constant efforts of Mauritanian doctors and surgeons, some children couldn’t be helped in time. Today, I want to talk about four siblings—orphans of their mother—suffering from congenital glaucoma causing irreversible blindness. Their case was entrusted to me in 2020, just weeks before the big lockdown. We couldn’t do anything for them then, but when their father asked me for a gift, I rushed to my computer and wrote a story.
Through a tale, the children take a great journey, explore their country, and fulfill a dream. I never thought this book would be published—it was, in 2023.
This book pays tribute to Mauritania. It’s a message for those who know nothing about the hardships of life there, carrying both the harshness and beauty of an immense desert where you can travel by 4x4, bike, on foot, or by camel in complete safety. It bears witness to the kindness of Mauritanians toward travelers.
As a woman traveling alone in my vehicle—a now-rusted old Mercedes that no longer runs—I had the most beautiful encounters of my life there (I’ve seen other parts of the world...). The blind children of Choum, Atar, Nouadhibou, and Nouakchott will forever be in my heart.
Volunteer readers transcribed the book into a free audio version for the visually impaired. It’s available in sound libraries in France, the *Fondation Valentin Haüy*, and the Swiss Romande library.
I made my last trip to Mauritania in my old 4x4 to distribute the book everywhere, especially to its heroes and the school for the visually impaired in Nouakchott.
After that, I thought it was time to close the chapter because I no longer have the means or the strength to travel.
My publishers chose this title for it: *The Blue Eyes of the Desert*.
This publication helped a mission of Swiss volunteer ophthalmologists come to operate on glaucomas in Mauritania. I’m thrilled because they come back every year!
This adventure is ending, yes—everything must come to an end—but ultimately, it was born here, on the VF site!! So yes, I had to say it: THANK YOU!!!!!
Hi everyone,
I’m Loulou, a French expat who’s been living in Southeast Asia for about fifteen years, currently in Phnom Penh, Cambodia. A passionate walker at heart, I’ve trekked in Nepal (Thorung La, Mardi Himal), India, Vietnam, and I’m still planning new hikes (Char Dham, Langtang, Annapurna).
I’ve just published my first travel journal, recounting three months of walking and encounters across India. A portion of the sales goes to an educational center I support in Kep, for children whose parents work in the salt marshes.
I’m also working on a second book about Nepal with a musician friend, focusing on the Mardi Himal trek—two independent perspectives on the same journey.
Happy to swap stories with you about the Himalayas, India, Southeast Asia, or just the urge to hit the road and walk far from home.
Safe travels,
Loulou
Hi! It was totally by chance that I stumbled upon VoyageForum (an ad online and a story lol), and I’ve been reading some really old posts from 2011 about Thai massage schools—discussions on how to get by, accommodation, prices, etc. It reminded me of my own experience: I kept things simple by staying with a local family during my entire trip. I only shared all the expenses with them, which, I’ll admit, was super cheap… and I often traveled with them, which naturally opened a lot of doors for me. To start, at the school in Salaya, my Thai friend immediately connected me with Teacher Phong (the school’s mentor and teacher of teachers, a former monk). I was supposed to join a group session with other foreigners, but for some reason I don’t know, I got two days of private lessons for free with this expert… incredible! And on top of that, he loved France! It was an amazing experience. I "discovered" massage by chance—the Thai family just told me: "Try it, you’ll see!" (I’d had a pretty intense massage in the capital before 😅… but the next day, I felt unbelievably great!))
Every morning, I’d take a taxi (chosen by the Thai family at prices that beat all the competition) to this school—I’ve forgotten the name of the little village now… right in the heart of the countryside. Then, in the evenings, I’d keep practicing massage on all the family members… and they’d teach me Thai at the same time!))
Since then, I’ve practiced a bit, with lots of positive feedback. Following Teacher Phong’s advice—he thought my pressure was deep, firm, and precise—he strongly encouraged me to take this seriously.
I love Thailand so much. It’s a whole different way of living… and it’s a real blessing, even if I couldn’t live there full-time. Anyway, that was an unforgettable memory, and sometimes the Thai family and I still say hi—from 2011, 2013… right up to today!
"It seems to me that poverty would be less painful in the sun" wrote Aznavour...
Not sure...😕 Who can prove that people in hot countries are happier than others?
What do you think?
Is it better to live in Montpellier than in Lille?
Are the Pygmies happier than the Inuit?
Are Canadians less happy than the people of Louisiana?
Are there more French expats in hot countries?
And your travels? Do you choose your destinations based on the climate?
Do you rejoice when a bit of sunshine appears?
Hi everyone, just this once I’m not posting for a travel story, but to share a thought for Venezuela.
If you didn’t know—since it’s not making headlines—the country was hit by two 7.5-magnitude earthquakes last week. Over 2,200 people have died, more than 50,000 are missing, and some coastal towns have been completely destroyed.
Maybe when the scale of the humanitarian crisis becomes clear, our media will cover it a bit more... especially since earthquakes with this many casualties usually make the front page, but there’s been nothing in France.
So here’s a thought for this country, which, whatever you think of its politics, is a true jewel of South America, both for its landscapes and its people.
hi there
I’d like to invite you to discover my coastal province in central Vietnam: Quang Ngai.
This year, my province has really improved its infrastructure—mountains, countryside, and sea are all authentic here.
No harassers or thieves, and no Russians either.
A local lunch costs around 1 €.
A *** hotel room is about 25 €, and you can find hotels right on My Khe Beach.
We have a specialty: *banh xeo*—10 crepes for just 1.5 €.
You can rent motorbikes to explore the province and maybe visit the many ethnic minorities.
I live here—I’m not selling anything, but I can help if needed (my father-in-law is a traditional Vietnamese doctor and he’s very skilled).
Hi everyone! 😉
I’m Typhaine, 35 years old. Five years ago, I left France for a solo round-the-world trip—no planes, just a van, hitchhiking, cycling, and even a canoe in the Amazon! Today, I work as a naturalist guide in Argentine Patagonia.
Wherever I go, my compass stays the same: observing and photographing wildlife, which I deeply admire and respect.
My project: I’d love to share this experience through a sustainable, authentic, and immersive nature tourism initiative. But to build something meaningful, I need to understand how other nature enthusiasts experience their own adventures.
If you:
Are over 20 years old
Have a true passion for Nature
Have already taken at least one trip lasting more than 3 nights (in your country or abroad) in your life
Promise: I’m not selling anything, this isn’t marketing. Your answers are 100% anonymous and will only help me shape this wild project.
A huge thank you to everyone for your help and kindness! Looking forward to chatting in this thread 😛
(Dear admins, this is purely a collaborative effort for my project study, with no commercial purpose. Thank you so much for your support!)
Photo: Grizzly Bear (Ursus arctos horribilis), female on the left and her cub on the right. Photo taken by me in Alaska, Denali National Park.
It’s something we often notice in this forum—and many others—this behavioral shift.
A long-time member, or even a new one, asks a question.
They get one or more answers, some brief, some detailed, and then... nothing???
Not even a simple thank you!!!
From what I’ve gathered, if the answers don’t align with what they wanted to hear, it seems natural for the asker to just disappear!! 😕
Unless—(and I fear this is the case)—basic politeness is no longer part of our society????
I spent 3 weeks in Bali last summer (+ 3 nights on Gili Meno and a day trip to Kawah Ijen in Java). So I wanted to see what ChatGPT could suggest for comparison...
Here’s the prompt I gave:
"You’re a local expert guide for Bali.
- Plan a 20-day itinerary for Bali with a side trip to Gili Meno and a day trip to Kawah Ijen in Java without staying overnight.
- I’m traveling with my wife, and I love visiting historical sites, hiking, relaxing at the beach, snorkeling, and exploring rice terraces...
- For the duration of the stay, I don’t want more than 8 places to sleep, and I’d like to stay at least 2 days at each stop to avoid unpacking too often. Except for the last night, where I’m okay with just one night near the airport.
- I prefer neighborhoods that are walkable and try to avoid typical tourist traps, though I don’t want to miss the must-see spots. So suggest a mix of iconic sites and hidden gems.
- Recommend hotels or guesthouses with a budget of 50 to 100 € per night, including breakfast. Make suggestions in areas popular with travelers, specifying the vibe (I prefer quiet), and consider safety and proximity to attractions.
- For lunch and dinner, suggest two to three restaurants that are well-rated by customers.
- Give me a day-by-day program with details on travel times, visiting times for each point of interest, and recommendations for transportation (taxi, train, bike, etc.).
Estimate the total cost of the trip, including accommodations, food, transportation, and activities, and suggest two tips for saving money in each category.
- Don’t make anything up—be realistic about travel times, take into account the opening dates and hours of sites, and give me the entry fees for places to visit.
- Ask me all the questions until you’re 95% sure you understand what’s being asked. Don’t generate your response until you’ve understood."
The AI asked for a few clarifications:
"Great request—I can build you a really optimized and enjoyable itinerary, but to be 95% sure I hit the mark, I need a few key clarifications (this will really influence the pace, areas, and accommodations)."
In the end, it proposed a program very close to what we actually did.
I’ll skip its accommodation and restaurant suggestions...
Its proposal:
"Ubud (4 nights) => we did 5 nights
Sidemen (2 nights)
Amed (3 nights) => we’d planned 2 nights
Gili Meno (3 nights) => we did Gili between Sidemen and Amed
Munduk (3 nights) => we did 2 nights before Pemuteran
Pemuteran (3 nights) with Ijen => we did 4 nights
Sanur (2 nights + 1 last night) => we chose Jatiluwih instead of Sanur
It suggested "activities" (and accommodations too):
IN UBUD:
- Walk around central Ubud (1–2h)
- Campuhan Ridge Walk
- Tegalalang Rice Terrace
- Tirta Empul
- Gunung Kawi
- Massage / market / slow café
IN SIDEMEN:
- Rice terrace hike (2–3h)
- Cooking class
IN AMED:
- Snorkeling
- Japanese Shipwreck
- Beach + relaxation
- Volcano sunset
ON GILI:
- Snorkeling at Gili Meno Turtle Point, Nest Underwater Statues
IN MUNDUK:
- Jungle & waterfall hike - Munduk Waterfall + Melanting Waterfall
- Loop: 3–4h (perfect for your level)
- Ulun Danu Bratan Temple
- Twin Lakes
IN PEMUTERAN
- Snorkeling: Menjangan Island
For Kawah Ijen, it detailed the day well:
👍 from Pemuteran = best possible option
12 PM: leave hotel (we left at 10 PM)
1 PM: ferry
3 PM: arrival in Java + transfer
11 PM: start ascent
2 AM–6 AM: volcano
Return to Bali around 11 AM–12 PM (we got back at 4 PM)
👍 still very intense, but doable with an agency
💰 ~80–120 €/person all-inclusive
IN SANUR:
- Relaxation
- Quiet beach
- Proximity to airport (30 min)"
I’ve kept the habit of blowing my nose in the sink and then washing my hands—a custom I picked up in India. Sometimes, non-travelers are shocked when they catch me in the act... 🤪
Also, when I run out of toilet paper, it doesn’t bother me—unless I’ve got company over... 🤪
Just got back from walking a friend’s dog (while they’re on vacation), wearing a djellaba and Tibetan boots... 😏😏😏 Oh, for sure, if I’d run into locals, I probably would’ve shocked them? 😏
Anyway, as long as I’m not spitting on the floor at a restaurant or squatting on the side of a highway with a water bottle in hand...
After taking a little trip around the world, I came back a few months ago with an idea in mind.
I mostly do diving, and I love observing animals in their natural habitat without disturbing them.
During the trip, I realized it was quite complicated to know where and when to see certain species.
For example:
where to dive with sharks or manta rays
where you might get a chance to swim with whales
I even discovered thresher sharks during my trip… I didn’t even know this species existed before, even though they’re incredible to see.
We spent a ton of time searching for info all over the place, especially on social media, without ever getting a clear picture.
So I started putting all this together on my own, in the form of a map, to make it easier to visualize where to go depending on the seasons.
I recently put a first version online (it’s called Fauneya).
There are probably mistakes, inconsistencies, or things to improve, and that’s partly why I’m posting here.
I’d really love to know how you all go about planning this kind of trip.
As part of my Master’s thesis, I’m currently conducting a public survey on a topic that concerns all of us when planning a trip: artificial intelligence and the role of human contact in travel planning.
These days, we’re using more and more digital tools to find ideas, compare options, and book trips... but is the role of human advisors still essential? At what moments? And for what types of trips?
The survey is anonymous and takes about 7 minutes.
It’s aimed at anyone who travels (or has traveled) for leisure, whether you plan everything yourself or go through an agency.
While browsing the forum to gather info for my upcoming trip to Thailand, I often see the terms "traveler," "great traveler," and also "tourist"—so what’s the nuance for you?
I've traveled quite a bit in Vietnam over the past few years—from the southern delta to bustling cities and even some small islands—but what really sticks with me is the north, the high mountains.
Up there, there's something different—maybe slower, more raw. The morning markets with ethnic groups, women in traditional clothes, the colors...
The stilt houses, kids following you and laughing for no reason, the terraced rice fields—it almost feels unreal at times, so vast and quiet, yet so human and simple.
You often hear that Sapa has become too touristy, and that's partly true, especially in the center. But as soon as you move a little farther away, everything changes quickly. The landscapes open up, encounters feel more natural, and you rediscover something truly authentic.
I think it's that contrast that struck me—the difference between what you imagine before going and what you actually discover when you take the time.
And you—what memory do you hold onto from Vietnam? A particular place that touched you more than others?
Hello,
We’re finalizing the plans for our upcoming trip to China in May 2025. The second-to-last stop will be in Zhangjiajie, where we’ve planned to stay for 2 full days before heading to Shanghai.
We’re traveling solo using local transport and have arranged to stay in the city of Zhangjiajie.
We’ve seen that there’s a lot to see:
Tianmen Mountain, the Grand Canyon and the glass bridge, Zhangjiajie National Park, and that the sites are quite far apart with fairly expensive entry fees.
We’re thinking of dedicating one day to the national park and the Grand Canyon (glass bridge) and one day to Tianmen Mountain.
But we’re not sure if this plan is realistic—any thoughts would be much appreciated!
I should be serving a warming drink to the participants in the discussion about gardens and parks that provide us with beautiful photos, I could mention the delicious buttery scent wafting from bakeries in the thread about returning to France, but my heart, its powerful pulse that nourishes my entire being, is elsewhere.
Dasht-e Lut, Yazd, Esfahan, Bam, Kerman, Qeshm, Hormuz—a melody, a prayer at the heart of desire.
A dream, an unattainable fantasy? No. Not anymore.
A very serious Italian travel agency is organizing this trip for 6 people this winter. I’m signed up, I’m going, I’m living. Maybe.
"But you’re completely crazy!!!!"
I know... I know that every civilization, every society has a vital need to create scapegoats to define and justify itself, pathetically. And Iran is one of them, top of the list. I laugh or sigh, and it doesn’t bother me.
But that unchanging red, deep red and garnet, so beautiful in itself, in all the Western chancelleries repeats, whispers, shouts: don’t go, don’t go, don’t go, you’re putting yourself in danger and we can’t do anything for you. You’ll be turned into mere bargaining chips, into arguments for endless negotiations. Fear must be instilled, its power absolutely preserved, no concessions made to the enemy. The information (how many French hostages, real or fake, compared to the number of travelers?) is always lacking.
Traveling becomes a merciless confrontation between desire, the vital pulse, and anxiety, its ghosts.
Hi everyone, here’s our itinerary. Arriving on the evening of December 13th. Departing on January 7th.
Thanks in advance for your tips and valuable feedback.
Manila – 1 night
Coron – 4 nights
Coron to El Nido cruise – 2 nights
El Nido – 4 nights
Port Barton – 5 nights
Flight from Puerto Princesa to Vigan
Vigan – 2 nights
Sagada – 2 nights
Banaue – 2 nights
Bagabag – 1 night
Manila – 1 night
I’ve only booked the flight to Manila and the Manila/Coron flight so far. Is it possible to book boat trips, accommodations, and the Puerto Princesa flight last-minute?
Really disappointed with Costa Rica! Pura vida? The scam of the century!
(Costa Rica pure emptiness).
The country where animals are free and people are in cages.
3 weeks in December in this country and never again. Imagine the trailer of a movie that seems interesting, and when you go see it, you realize it’s a flop and the best moments were in the trailer.
Well, that’s exactly how we felt with Costa Rica pure emptiness.
My wife and I have traveled quite a bit and didn’t expect to be so wrong about a place.
On the main routes, we visited:
San José
Alajuela
Limón, Cahuita, Puerto Viejo, Manzanillo (Caribbean side)
Jaco, Quepos, Manuel Antonio (Pacific side)
And a few short stops in intermediate towns.
Our dissatisfaction grew gradually like this:
When we arrived at the hotel, the taxi dropped us off on a small street in front of a white metal gate with ground-floor windows barred. We looked at it skeptically, but the sign matched.
He approached the gate, rang the bell, the buzzer sounded, and the door opened slightly. The hotel wasn’t bad for the price, a 10-minute walk from downtown, but with a "Fleury-Mérogis" vibe guaranteed.
So far, so good.
After showering and regaining our bearings, we headed downtown.
What started to unsettle us on the way was seeing houses with bars on the ground-floor windows and even on the second floor.
At first, we thought the hotel’s neighborhood wasn’t great.
Downtown San José:
It’s a generic city, not very exotic, with a pedestrian street and a small mercado where you can eat local food without frills. Very few tourists—if any—which let you blend in with the locals. We had lunch and struggled to make ourselves understood because, aside from one or two shops, English wasn’t spoken.
On the way back to the hotel, we took a different route, and while chatting and strolling, my wife pointed out a beautiful two-story white house completely barricaded like Fort Knox.
From that moment, we started noticing the facades of houses and buildings, and wow, it was creepy—most looked like prisons, some even with barbed wire.
Though put off, we told ourselves it was probably a big-city thing and the rest of the country couldn’t be like this.
So far, so good.
We relaxed at the hotel and had a drink at the bar. Night falls early, around 5:30 PM. By 7:30 PM, we headed back downtown for dinner. A bit unsettling for a capital—downtown was almost deserted, and aside from fast-food chains, very few restaurants were open, with hardly anyone on the streets.
Bars with security guards out front.
I won’t say we felt unsafe that night, but once it got dark, we realized the bars on the windows weren’t for nothing. First day in, and our impression was already mixed.
The next day, we explored the city and surroundings, and our feelings didn’t change.
So far, so good.
Off to Cahuita by bus—4 hours of travel.
The landscapes are very green but quickly become monotonous. The road runs alongside the forest and passes through a few towns and villages, and even in the countryside, there were just as many prison-like houses.
The bus dropped us off at Cahuita’s terminal station—only four of us got off. It’s a village, or rather, a small town. Cahuita is basically one straight road and a perpendicular one, and honestly, doubt started to creep in.
A few restaurants that add 13% tax and 10% service charge—so 23% extra. We dropped our stuff at the hotel and went to explore. In 20 minutes, we’d seen it all. We had lunch and planned to check out the famous park.
Entry is by donation—well, the "entry" is a joke. There’s a path along the forest by the sea, and that’s it.
Nothing’s going right anymore.
We thought it was a total scam, but since we hadn’t gone far, we decided to come back the next day to explore further.
We returned to the hotel, relaxed, and around 8:00 PM, we went out for dinner. Only two restaurants were open, and the streets were deserted.
Creepy!
The next day, we explored the so-called park more thoroughly and really got it.
A path along the forest by the sea—2 hours there and 2 hours back, where you see animals that feel like showing their faces.
A total joke—"all that for this?"
The beach was full of wood debris and coconut husks. We wondered if the photos online were edited because the sea, very rough, wasn’t the azure blue we’d seen in pictures.
But calling this a park is a joke—it’s like a new concept.
When we thought about the reviews online, we started to suspect that professionals with interests in the country were monitoring and countering any negative feedback that could harm their business.
Too bad we didn’t check the negative reviews beforehand—we did while we were there, and it helped. We wondered if we’d become too demanding after all our travels, but no—when something’s bad, it’s bad.
Manuel Antonio’s park is even more ridiculous—there’s a short path along the sea for about 500 meters, and then nothing. You have to climb through mud and hack your way through the forest. We ended up barefoot because the mud was up to our calves. All that to see a raccoon and a few parrots flying overhead.
We didn’t expect Noah’s Ark, but we’ve seen more animals in Bali, Mexico, and Thailand while visiting temples or just walking around than in these so-called parks!
Puerto Viejo, not far from Cahuita and supposedly livelier—well, it couldn’t be worse!
According to Lonely Planet, it had a Caribbean vibe and wild nights, but maybe that was a long time ago. The good reggae music playing everywhere isn’t enough.
In the evening, Puerto Viejo was a bit livelier than Cahuita, but that’s not saying much. Very few tourists—if any—no night market, just two or three shops open selling $20 T-shirts. Same vibe as San José.
No big deal—we enjoyed the beach and the sun, which was reliable.
Our itinerary was supposed to include Tortuguero Park, but after talking to other travelers who’d just been, we changed our minds, knowing we’d be visiting Manuel Antonio Park on the Pacific side.
To get back to the Pacific side, you have to take the bus and go through San José again—5 hours this time—then switch bus terminals and another 4.5 hours to Quepos.
A stopover town to get to Manuel Antonio’s beach and park!
A town just like the others we’d seen—deserted as soon as the sun sets, and not exactly bustling during the day either. (Where are all the tourists?)
Still as many bars on the windows and that feeling of being in the wrong place.
7 km later: Manuel Antonio beach and park.
The beach is very beautiful and quite large, but don’t expect turquoise blue water—the waves stir up the sand, giving the water a brownish color.
Along the beach, shops and restaurants for about 300 meters, and then nothing. At night, after sunset, the town shuts down too.
Manuel Antonio Park is highly praised for its wildlife, so we were eager to see it. When you express dissatisfaction with Cahuita or Manzanillo parks, the response is always, "But you should’ve gone to Monteverde or Manuel Antonio!" No matter what you do or say, they’ll tell you, "You should’ve gone there or here."
Back to our famous park—entry was about $16, and contrary to what we’d heard, it wasn’t crowded!
Guides at the entrance with spotting scopes offered their services for about $30.
The park: a mix of boardwalk and dirt paths through the forest, sometimes running alongside beautiful coves and beaches.
As soon as we entered, a crowd was taking photos of a deer eating leaves.
A little further on, a guide with a group of five stopped. The guide raised his arm and set up his spotting scope! He showed them, about 100 meters away, a hummingbird perched on a branch. Some, looking through the scope, exclaimed, "Oh my God! Amazing! Incredible!"
For a moment, we thought they’d discovered a unicorn or were in Jurassic Park and had just crossed paths with a T-Rex!
The concept is comical—looking at a bird or another animal through a spotting scope because it’s too far away. Isn’t that what TV is for?
For our part, we saw monkeys, ants, an armadillo, an iguana, and the backside of a sloth climbing a tree. Amazing, incredible!
We stayed a few days in Manuel Antonio to enjoy the beach, changing hotels often because prices varied wildly from one day to the next for shameful services. On top of that, they’d quote a price in dollars and convert it at their discretion—thieves!
Alajuela, a city near the airport, has a two-story mall and a local market downtown! No interest except its proximity to the airport.
What we liked:
The climate and, in hindsight, San José—the most authentic city we visited.
What we didn’t like, in addition to what we’ve already mentioned:
Costa Ricans aren’t very friendly or communicative. English is barely spoken, not even by doctors at Quepos Hospital, where my wife ended up with food poisoning (thanks, Google Translate). The widespread obesity among Costa Ricans, who eat like Americans. The insecurity. The eco-hipsters who leave their $150 lodges in minivans with guides to visit parks and other sites, then return to barricade themselves in their fortresses at nightfall (oh my God, amazing, incredible). The blue signs at the entrance of towns that accept this payment method: "We accept American Express." Parking lots that become paid just because a guy is watching your car. Prices displayed in dollars. The cost of living (hotels, restaurants, taxes). Landscapes that are too green and not flowery enough. Beaches—nothing exceptional. Pollution in cities where big American trucks rule. Sewage dumped directly into the sea. Aside from the jungle, there’s nothing to visit—no ruins, monuments, or anything worth seeing.
In short, my wife and I think the hype about this supposedly eco-friendly country is overrated. It’s just the trendy destination of the moment. There are much better, cheaper, and more authentic places.
In hindsight, we keep the good memories and our beautiful photos, but if we had to do it over...
Before signing off, a little message to those who don’t like hearing opinions different from theirs:
Well, some things aren’t up for debate. And to those who’d have us believe that in 3 weeks, we don’t have the right to criticize a country or express our feelings—how can you praise it in so little time? What a scam. Costa Rica is a money pit. Pura vida? Pure cosmic emptiness.
If you like spending your evenings barricaded in your cozy hotel after dark, this country is for you.
For everyone else: run!
Hello,
Since the war between Russia and Ukraine, nothing is simple anymore for traveling to Belarus due to sanctions.
No more direct flights from the EU to Minsk.
Driving is a huge hassle, especially crossing through Poland at the only open border in Brest—you can wait 2, 3, or even 4 days just to get through by car.
The least painful driving option is to come via Lithuania and cross at the only open border, with a minimum wait time of 8 hours, sometimes up to 20 hours or more!!
Controls are very strict and annoying on both the Lithuanian and Belarusian sides. Avoid bringing alcohol, food, or cigarettes—everything will end up in the trash, especially when leaving Belarus for Vilnius, where the Lithuanians are tough, even with EU citizens.
The joy I once knew when visiting my wife in Minsk is sadly over—it’s now a real ordeal.
The fastest solution is to fly. My wife travels to France by taking a bus to Kaunas in Lithuania, where you can catch a flight (though not daily) to Paris Beauvais or Charleroi in Belgium with Ryanair, for example.
For the return trip, it’s the same: a flight to Kaunas and then a direct bus from the airport to Minsk.
The bus crossing is quicker than driving—the 250 km journey, including border checks, takes about 6 to 8 hours for buses leaving Lithuania around midnight, but controls are still strict at the border.
The biggest challenge is finding flight schedules that align with the bus routes between the two countries, given the unpredictable border crossing times.
Now, my wife travels via Charleroi in Belgium (near Brussels), and you can take a train to Paris. Alternatively, you can fly into Beauvais and take a bus to Paris (Porte Maillot).
For those driving, note that EU insurance and assistance policies no longer work in Belarus or Russia. You’ll need to get local insurance, usually limited to third-party liability (I don’t think full coverage exists?), as well as mandatory medical insurance. This is available at the border.
You now have to pay highway tolls—no more BELTOLL boxes. Instead, you pay a flat fee for the duration of your stay. Stop at the first gas station after crossing from Lithuania to fill up on fuel and cigarettes.
From what I know, Lithuania bans carrying more than 60 € in cash, but there’s no limit for USD (though it’s capped at $10,000??).
With a Visa card, you can now withdraw 1,000 rubles per week (about 270 €)—two months ago, it was only 500 rubles!!
For now, you can still pay by card in shops and gas stations.
However, major retailers like KORONA (which may be Russian-owned??) no longer accept foreign Visa cards.
Unfortunately, the additional sanctions announced by the U.S. on August 5, 2025, against Russia—and possibly Belarus—aren’t promising for the future.
After 20 years of visiting Belarus, I’m truly saddened to see the joy of living in this country with my wonderful wife turn into such a bleak situation, all because of human folly.
Hi everyone!
I’m putting together our travel itinerary for Veneto at the end of April. And the more I look and research potential sites to visit, the more I find!
We’ll only be there for a week—my family and I—including 3 days in Venice. So we have to make some choices...
I plan to rent a car when we arrive in Venice and head straight to Bergamo, which would be our first stop. We’d leave the car at the airport when we return to Venice so we can explore the city at our leisure.
What do you think:
1 night in Bergamo (a 2h15 drive from Venice airport),
1 night in Garda,
1 night in Verona,
1 in Padua, and
3 in Venice—would that be doable?
Thanks in advance for your tips and experiences! :)
Now that the curtain has fallen on the past year, it’s time to see what’s happening around here.
It seems pretty quiet, but I’ll read more in detail later.
First, I need to tell you all an anecdote.
My eldest little girl, in her third year of law school, was really scared she wouldn’t pass the year.
I told her:
“Trust yourself, you’ve worked so hard, and worst case, if you fail, you’ll just redo the year.”
“But I don’t think I’ll make it—they changed the rules, and if I mess up even one unit, I have to start all over.”
I knew her grades weren’t exactly stellar, and with what I was about to say, I wasn’t taking much of a risk.
“Here’s the deal, sweetheart: if you pass, I promise I’ll take you to India, just the two of us.”
I have to admit, India is a country I’ve talked about so much to all my grandchildren that in their minds, it’s become a magical, mythical place (hmm).
July had barely begun when my phone rang, her name flashing on the screen.
“Mamido, I did it!”
My promise came rushing back—oh no, oh no, oh no!
“Congratulations, sweetheart!”
A little shyly, she said:
“Is the India trip still on?”
And me, replying:
“Of course it is!”
And that’s that—a promise is a promise, or you risk losing that precious trust that keeps hearts warm and at peace.
We’re leaving in February. Only 8 days—yikes, the carbon footprint!
But we can’t miss her tutorials, or she’ll be kicked out.
Personally, that works just fine for me.
Going to India has become a challenge for me. It’s far, it’s exhausting, I sweat, I hate mosquitoes, the spices bother my mouth when I used to love them. There’s noise all the time—at night, the dogs bark nonstop, and we almost get run over. I’ll get lost in the streets because my sense of direction has vanished. I don’t like rice anymore. All that chaos and those cultural differences that once enchanted me now just overwhelm me.
But I promised.
The upside—and it’s a big one—Raman, the same driver I’ve had forever, will be at the airport with a sign with our names. We’ll stop at the same little shop for chai (or tea, plain and simple) with that aroma that intoxicates me, halfway through the trip.
It’ll be a tiny trip—staying with friends, I’ll show her a few places I love: Chidambaram, Mamallapuram, and the clinic where I worked. Then we’ll head back.
My little girl will go home to her parents.
As for me, I’ll leave right away for our Scottish island with Homme for our chilly winter.
How can you love a country so much you want to live there, then suddenly reject it, no longer able to appreciate what once made it special?
That’s the mystery of love, I guess.
I’ve visited the U.S. four times myself, including two long road trips. The last one was just this past August...
I won’t be going back. I already felt guilty last August, but recent policies have finally convinced me: the humiliation of Zelensky, authoritarian excesses, Gestapo-like methods for detaining people of foreign origin, the murder of innocent people (a mother shot dead), corruption, insane "tariffs," skyrocketing healthcare costs for Americans, the abduction of foreign figures to secure oil, the requirement to disclose social media accounts, and now... threats and blackmail to forcibly take Greenland—a region that belongs to Denmark and thus the European Union!
The reality is that simply posting this could get me denied entry to the U.S.!
In this context, I just can’t keep spending money there. I loved my trips, but there are so many other countries with stunning landscapes to explore.
So I get why you’d want to travel there. I did, and I loved it. But once a country no longer respects any of the values that made us love it, why go?
How can we even consider traveling to a country that threatens to take one of our territories by force?
Hello everyone,
Controversial topic? Not necessarily—maybe just a reflection on a world to come.
I spent the last 15 days of August on a cruise in Greenland, from Kangerlussuaq to Tasiilaq.
I was utterly amazed by this unique world of rock and ice, the little houses in every color, a simple life that’s also complicated by isolation and climate, among other things...
I carry in my heart the kindness of the people I met, the raw and gentle majesty of the icebergs, the colors of the sky...
So, I can’t even imagine a massive presence of raw material prospectors, heavy machinery requiring roads to be built—if that’s even possible—changing their way of life... putting sled dogs out to pasture!
Do fast food and Greenland’s northern lights really mix?
I wouldn’t trade my memories for an ESTA!
All opinions are respectable, which is why this isn’t a controversy—but I’m sorry, I have a soft spot for *my* Greenland.
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