Je viens de voir l'avatar de Enzo0511 et j'ai une petite question à vous poser ...
Bon bein il y a longtemps que je voulais vous demander mais je n'osais pas...
J'ai su au cours de rencontres que je n'étais pas la seule... il se murmure des choses dans les dîners, des petites confidences... et j'ai ainsi découvert qu'il y avait d'autres membres de VF qui, .. comme moi, ne pouvaient pas se séparer de leur doudou en voyage... !!!
Non non je ne donnerais aucun nom, je sais qu'ils témoigneront ici 😉
Alors, et vous, est ce que vous emmenez votre doudou dans vos aventures autour du globe ??
Est ce qu'il y a un objet dont vous ne pouvez pas vous passer quand vous êtes loin de la maison ? et il ressemble à quoi ?
Est ce que vous avez comme enzo des photos de votre doudou en vacances ?
ah je vois venir les petits malins qui vont m'envoyer une photo de leur chéri(e) en vacances... ça ne compte pas... !! je parle des vrais doudous, à poils, à plumes, en tissus ou en peluche !!
"les voyages sont ainsi, des occasions d'initiation..."
Merci pour le lien, j'avais entendu parler de ce lapin voyageur !!
Clemalex nous a parlé une fois d'objets que leur propiriétaire confiaient à d'autres personnes pour qu'elles les fassent voyager et fassent une sorte de relais pour l'emmener de pays en pays... et envoient des photos à son propriétaire...
Vous connaissez ??
"les voyages sont ainsi, des occasions d'initiation..."
Ca rappelle le joli lutin d'Amélie Poulain que tout ça... 🙂 Bien que ça devait déjà dater d'avant le film 🤪
Une personne de mon entourage avait en effet l'habitude d'emporter son doudou avec lui quand il voyageait. J'ignore la taille de vos doudous mais le sien était relativement petit, de la taille d'une paume de main...
Avant de le photographier, il le trempait dans chaque fleuve qu'il voyait puis le photographait avec le fleuve en question...
De quoi donner des idées ? 😉
J'ai paumé:Dodo, mouton de mon enfance (j'ai dormi avec jusqu'à 20 ans) dans le train en FranceBoubou le caribou suédois (je sais je sais ya pas de caribous en Suède...) sur la plage en IrlandeBibi le phoque irlandais (je sais!) dans un bus en JordanieBalu l'ours écossais (mais oui!!!! ) dans un train en Inde....
Ah et j'oubliait Norbert et Suzette, mes chaussures photographiées aux 4 coins du monde
Bref je contribue à l'échange interculturel via les doudous!!!😏
Heureusement j'ai des photos mémorants tous leurs voyages respectifs
Enfin du coup, en ce moment j'ai plus de Doudou (plus personne veut m'en offrir, il parrait que je les perds tout le temps!!!)🙁
oui d'après ce que me disait Clemlex c'était avant le succès du nain voyageur d'Amelie Poulain... et ce qui est drôle c'ets que c'est des personnes qui ne se connaissent pas qui se passent la peluche à faire voyager...
Arggghhhh !! quelle horreur ! impossible de tremper mon doudou dans un fleuve; il est en tissus !!! (j'imagine mon doudou dans le NIl 😕) (déja qu'il n'est pas photogénique en temps normal, alors là ... )
mais merci pour tes infos !!!
Ton ami ne veut pas nous envoyer une photo de son doudou purifié dans les eaux du fleuve pour la photo ???
"les voyages sont ainsi, des occasions d'initiation..."
je sais je ne devrais pas rire car la perte de tes doudous a sans doute été triste 🙁 mais j'avoue que le destin de Dodo, Boubou, Bibi et balou, et cette accumilation de poisse m'a fait marrer.. sois tu es très tête en l'air, sois tu n'as vraiment pas de chance
c'est rigolo comme concept, même si c'est malgré toi... "je perds mon doudou dans un pays, je m'en procure un nouveau dans ce pays et je le perds dans un autre pays"...
ils ont dû être surpris en Jordanie de voir un phoque dans le bus !
bon en tout cas, tu ne devrais plus sortir ton doudou de ton sac dans les transports !!
à la prochaine rencontre VF à paris, je eux bien t'offrir un doudou, mais on l'équipera peut être d'une bague comme les pigeons avec ton adresse, pour qu'on te le renvoie si tu le perds encore 🙂🙂🙂
"les voyages sont ainsi, des occasions d'initiation..."
Ben je suis très tête en l'air mais le problème des doudous c'est qu'ils me servent d'oreillers (surtout dans les transports locaux, souvent pas très moltonnés) et que je me réveille toujours en catastrophe grâce à des gens consciencieux qui me hurlent dans une langue non identifiée que ça y est je dois sortir, vite vite je suis arrivée!!🤪
Résultat je me jette sur mes sacs et le Doudou reste invariablement soit, quand j'ai de la chance, collée à ma joue, soit le reste du temps sous mes pieds et le temps que je m'en rende compte le bus, ou le train est parti ARGGG🤪
Enfin bon je me dis toujours que mon cher nounours compagnon de voyage va finir dans les bras d'en gamin là bas, à qui ça fera une bonne surprise! Et je trouve super pour une vie de Doudou!!😉
Des fois j'essaie de les imaginer aujourd'hui... ca me fait sourire!!🙂
Ahhh, le doudou, sujet sensible ! ( 😉à certains VFistes fétichistes )
Bien le bonsoir à tous les doudous d’ici et d’ailleurs et à tous ceux qui, comme celui d’Enzo font le tour du globe….( Enzo, ton kangoo aperçu dans les sujets oziens, j’adore. La pause en Croatie, je raffole ! )
Est-ce bien raisonnable à mon âge d’être l’adoratrice d’un doudou très très vieux dont je ne peux faire la description puisqu’il ne ressemble plus à rien ? Il est devenu abominable avec les années mais bon, moi je le trouve super « cute » !😇
Il m’accompagne dans mon sommeil mais n’est absolument pas photogénique et puis il déteste être immortalisé sur papier, comme sa maîtresse….
Je le ménage pour la retraite en attendant de trouver une solution pour lui redonner une seconde jeunesse ! Argh !! Dur !
Avec le temps, les doudous se sont accumulés, dont un que j’affectionne particulièrement et qu’on m’a remis un jour de départ pour une longue année ailleurs…un petit nounours très expressif, avec un cœur rouge en mousse qu’on peut sortir à souhait de son ventre ( comme les kangoos ), un message du cœur que j’emporte partout avec moi. Il est devenu une attraction à certaines occasions, parfois il revêt son habit de clown pour redonner le sourire aux enfants, parfois il veut juste se faire câliner….c’est mon doudou voyageur….😇
Kaki, il viendra te faire coucou depuis Kathmandou dans peu de temps ici….et il fera le voyage de retour avec ton ami Bouddha…..
C’est grave docteur ? Les psys, à vos analyses…..Je vous préviens, je n’ai pas le syndrome de celle qui ne veut pas grandir…..quoique parfois,
je me demande…🤪
Doudouseusement
Ailleurs🙂
PS : on va finir par la faire cette rencontre " doudous "😛
PSS : Clemalex a raconté que la personne qui confie son doudou à d'autres voyageurs, est handicapée. Elle souhaite ainsi lui faire réaliser ce qu'elle ne peut faire, c'est ainsi qu'elle s'évade, à travers lui dans ses nombreux clichés autour du globe.🙂 Merci Amélie.
" Dans un grain de sable voir un Monde et dans chaque fleur des champs le Paradis. Faire tenir l'Infini dans la paume de la main et l'Eternité dans une heure..."
W. Blake
meme pas a mes futurs enfants !! (chacun les siens 😉 )
tiens en parlant de donner une seconde vie, faudrait retrouver l'adresse de la clinique pour peluches (si si y en a une a paris) j'ai mon autre doudou a faire reparer, sa tete ne tient qu'a un fil 🏴☠️
Automates et Poupées
Viaduc des Arts, 97 av. Dumesnil, 75012 Paris.
Tel/Fax: 01 43 42 22 33.
De 10h30 à 18h30 du mardi au samedi, et sur R-V.
Adresse trouvée en cherchant sur le net. Ne leur ayant confié aucun nounours je ne sais pas si leurs chirurgiens sont compétents pour donner une seconde jeunesse aux vieux doudous.
Après les doudous le dodo.
Bonne nuit les petits… 😊
"La seule chose dont on soit sûr, en ce qui concerne l'avenir, c'est qu'il n'est jamais conforme à nos prévisions." (Jean Dutourd)
En lisant tes récits de voyage, je comprends mieux comment tu perds tes doudous
Peut être que tu devrais les équiper d'un lien vers ton poignet, tu sais comme les planches de bodyboard, comme ça hop, tu es réveillée en sursaut, zou tu sautes du train, et ton doudou te suit 😛
je rigole mais c'est une jolie fin pour un doudou de finir adopté par un enfant à l'autre bout du monde...
"les voyages sont ainsi, des occasions d'initiation..."
Comme toi c'est sur un vieux doudou abominable que ma mémoire déraille ! Tout vieux, tout usé mais tellement doux !
J'ai aussi un doudou de voyage, tout vieux car je l'ai eu à ma naissance, c'est un ours orange pâle avec des carrés blancs, il a tellement voyager dans mes valises quand j'étais petite pour me suivre chez mes mamies et en colonie de vacances qu'il a fini par être rebaptisé "raplapla" !!!
En tout cas, c'est bien noté, j'attends avec impatience la photo de ton doudou voyageur à Kathmandou (départ imminent, j'espère qua sa valise est prête 😉), et je suis bien contente de savoir que mon bouddha voyagera sous bonne escorte à ton retour !!
Bon, même si le ton de cette conversation est bien léger, je ne pense pas non plus être atteinte du syndrôme de Peter Pan !! 😛
Rendez vous en janvier pour une rencontre avec nos doudous alors 😎
"les voyages sont ainsi, des occasions d'initiation..."
hé non Raplapla me sert d'oreiller en voyage, dommage ta blague tombe à l'eau😕 !!
Oui mes parents après coup ont regretté de ne pas m'avoir acheté mon ours en double exemplaire... mais vu qu'il a trente ans maintenant je désespère de trouver le même... !!
moi quand j'étais petite, pas possible de m'avoir comme ça, quand on lavait mon doudou, je faisais la tronche pendant trois jours parce qu'il n'avait plus mon odeur (et inversement quand il commençait à avoir mon odeur, c'est ma mère qui faisait grise mine et qui attendait le moment opportun pour le jeter incognito dans la machine à laver !!)
Merci pour le lien vers l'hopital des doudous, c'est un très joli site... moi c'est ma grand mère qui était chirurgienne en chef pour mes ours, maintenant qu'elle n'est plus là, je fais encore plus attention !!!
Enfin pour ton ours dont la tête ne tient plus qu'à un fil, renseigne toi vite car sinon c'est aux urgences qu'il va finir !!! (attention aux jeux de mots si tu ne veux pas le suivre 😉)
"les voyages sont ainsi, des occasions d'initiation..."
Moi j'ai apris à 20 ans que le doudou que j'avais était en fait le double de l'original. En effet j'en avais 2 pour la fameuse histoire de la machine à laver mais j'en avais aucune idée.
Et j'avais toujours cru mes parents quand ils m'avaient raconté vers 5 ans, alors que je venais de jeter Dodo adoré n°1 par la fenetre du train qu'il avait trouvé le chemin de ma maison tout seul en suivant les voies.
J'y avais plus trop repensé une fois plus grande. Et quand ma mère m'a appris la supercherie (j'avais en ma possession Dodo n°2) le coup a été dur!! Mais je l'aimais quand même mon Dodo II !!
Enfin pour ton ours dont la tête ne tient plus qu'à un fil, renseigne toi vite car sinon c'est aux urgences qu'il va finir !!! (attention aux jeux de mots si tu ne veux pas le suivre 😉)
mon doudou a moi, je l'ai jeté par la fenetre de l'immeuble quand j'étais ados (grande ado), un coup de colere, un chagrin d'amour...un gosse me l'a chiné...
je ne m'en suis jamais remise...jamais.
par contre j'ai un autre doudou, celui la je m'en débarasserai bien, mais il me suit par tout, c'est mon pouce...je risque pas de l'oublier dans le train
"La liberté de la graine réside dans l'accomplissement de sa nature qui est de devenir un arbre"
Rabindranath Tagora
Ouh là là dommage pour ton doudou !! 🤪
Mais c'est vrai que le pouce comme doudou en voyage c'est bien pratique !! 😎
Et puis ça peut aussi servir pour faire du stop !! Multiusage en plus !!
"les voyages sont ainsi, des occasions d'initiation..."
Ah c'est drole je pensais etre le seul à baladé mon doudou sur toute les routes... C'est pas vraiment un doudou enfait, c'est un petit canard en plastique de pêche au cannard! il me suis partout, il est ataché toujour au sac comme ca il partira pas!!Je vais l'amener faire le tour du monde prochainement......
..un beau jour sur un rafio craquant de la coque au pont, pour partir je travaillerais dans la soute à charbon, prenant la route qui mène à mes reves d'enfant sur des iles lointaines ou il n'est important que de vivre....
Ben mon doudou c'est un ours en peluche que j'ai volé à mon frère quand j'avais genre 3 ans (il en avait 5) et depuis je ne peux plus m'en passer. Et si je le perds, je crois que je ne m'en remettrai pas.
C'est pour dire, je ne le mets jamais en bagage en soute quand je prends l'avion, j'ai trop peur que mes bagages se perdent à jamais ! ben quoi, les fringues c'est pas très grave, mais mon DOUDOU.........SI !!!!!!
Tiens je suis sure qu'il y en a qui y avait pas penser et ca va les stresser maintenant 😉
Hé bé !!!
Saviez-vous que James Bond a également un doudou? Si si, c'est dans le prochain film, celui pour lequel Quentin Tarantino, Roman Polanski et ... Nicole Garcia sont en concurrence pour la mise en scène. Le prodcuteur a eu énormément de fonds de la part de Nestlé, avec - on peut le comprendre - certaines contraintes, dont: affliger le héros d'un doudou. Attention! Aucun doudou-gadget n'est autorisé! Il s'agira bien d'un vrai doudou, un quie James planque dans la valoche à double-paroi pour l'en sortir chaque soir et le glisser sous son oreiller.
Sarko aussi a un doudou.
Et Villepin.
Chirac, lui, en avait un qui s'appelait Nicolas. On l'a retrouvé piétiné avec les yeux arrachés.
Plus sérieusement: partir en voyage en emmenant un doudou n'est-ce pas de l'anti-voyage? N'est-ce pas s'accrocher à un cocon? Et on rêve d'univers interplanétaires, de soucoupes volantes (avec du chocolat au lait bien tiède dans la tasse)...!
"le silence des pantoufles est plus terrifiant que le bruit des bottes"
Je confirme c'est pour cela qu'il faut lancer une assoc de voleurs de doudous pr libérer les gens de cette prison niésouse et infantile qu'est la doudouisation de la société...
dire que mon doudou est devenu tout plat a force de voyager dans mes valises, maintenant je tacherais de le garder en cabine, enfin bien à l'abri des voleurs de doudous qui rodent !!
c'est dangereux finalement une vie de doudou 😛
"les voyages sont ainsi, des occasions d'initiation..."
Je confirme c'est pour cela qu'il faut lancer une assoc de voleurs de doudous pr libérer les gens de cette prison niésouse et infantile qu'est la doudouisation de la société...
Je propose quant à moi une association de voleurs de téléphones portables, ces doudous technos qui envahissent même les GR de plus en plus !
Transporter un portable éteint pour écouter la méssagerie trois fois par jour afin de savoir si mes vieux parents vont bien, d'accord, mais pas pour papoter en marchant sur le GR sous les alouettes !
Ben mon doudou c mon chéri... et c vrai que j'ai du mal à m'en passer !
Ah c'est clair que celui-là tu n'as pas intérêt à le perdre pendant ton voyage 😛
Euh, moi j'ai pas de doudou..J'avais bien des peluches que j'aimais bien quand j'étais petit, mais je les poussais toujours dans un coin de mon lit car ils prenaient trop de place (mon koala "pouffie" surtout), alors je les ai mis de coté. Par contre je m'attache plus facilement à des objets qui me rappellent un moment, un souvenir...ça peut être un marron que m'a donné une petite fille, un dessin, un bonbon, un bâton..bref, toutes sortes de choses qui paraissent anodines et sans intérêt aux yeux des autres, mais qui pour moi ont une grande valeur puisqu'elles me remémorent tant de souvenirs (même si je n'ai pas besoin de ces objets pour raviver ma mémoire). Par contre je n'en amène aucun d'eux pendant les voyages...excepté mon pendentif qui représente un totem néo-calédonien 🙂
Je n'en ai pas personnellement... Enfin, j'ai bien un Tit-Nounours et un Simba (celui du dessin-animé) que je serrais bien fort l'un dans le bras droit, l'autre dans le gauche quand j'étais plus petite - et qui maintenant sont encore au pied de mon lit, et que je reprends de temps en temps, quand j'ai un coup de blues...
J'ai une amie qui a un doudou depuis sa plus tendre enfance, un petit ours en peluche. Quand il devient trop usé, elle coud une couche de tissu supplémentaire par-dessus, ce qui lui fait comme une seconde peau. Elle re-brode aussi les yeux et la bouche 🙂
Quant à ma soeur, elle a un lapin rayé bleu et blanc nommé Perlupupin qui ne ressemble plus à grand-chose... Forcément, elle a passé son enfance à mordre ses oreilles et ne le quittait jamais... Maintenant, il est tout déchiré, il a perdu presque tout son rebourrage, il ne reste pratiquement plus que le tissu... Mais attention ! Elle crisait dès qu'on essayait de le lui réparer, elle ne voulait même pas qu'on le recouse, le pauvre... Et elle, justement, en avait un autre exactement pareil, qu'elle n'a jamais touché, et qui est toujours comme neuf 😉
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bonjour à tous les voyageurs qui ont les yeux grand ouverts sur le désert ...
je me suis toujours demandé ce que je "foutais" sur la terre. Et pourquoi mon père, mort quelques mois après ma naissance, ancien plus jeune résistant français, avait rejoint la Première Compagnie Sahariene motorisée d'Atar, et passé le reste de sa vie à réparer des moteurs de l'armée, en Algérie, en Mauritanie, au Sénégal, au Mali (qui n'existait pas sous ce nom), au Maroc et pour finir en Algérie où ma mère est née et a grandi. (croyez moi c 'est pas "cool" d'être enfant de militaire en pays occupé par la France et encore moins enfant de "pied noir").
Bien sûr, je n'ai jamais eu de réponse : les morts ne parlent pas, et l'armée ne parle pas.
Seulement, voilà, j'avais des photos...
Alors forcément, un jour j'ai pris la route. Je voulais voir, comprendre.
C'est grâce à VF que j 'ai pu me documenter, un peu, sur le passage de la frontière Maroc Mauritanie et j'en remercie ses membres, tout comme je remercie toutes celles et tous ceux qui m'ont accueillie, pendant 14 ans, sur la route.
Depuis quelques semaines, je me demande si je dois en parler ou pas..
Il se fait que les Mauritaniens ont transformé ma vie en me demandant de l'aide... Et cela, dès le mois de février 2012... (avais je une dette envers eux ? Question sans réponse)
Ah ah. La belle affaire, ils m'avaient vu venir. Mais quand on vous met des enfants malades dans les bras, en vous suppliant de faire quelque chose, qu'auriez vous fait ? J'avais travaillé dans un hôpital, je connaissais un peu les règles à suivre. Je ne me suis pas posé de question.
Et bien, toutes ces années J'ai rencontré des médecins, des chirurgiens, et ensemble, nous avons organisé des prises en charge, des évacuations d'enfant, des formations de chirurgiens, jusqu'à tenter de ne plus faire voyager les enfants hors de leur pays, et cela n'a jamais été simple. J'en profite pour remercier celles et ceux qui nous ont soutenus ainsi que la Chaine de l'Espoir, la Fondation Face au Monde et toutes celles et ceux qui ont tissé des liens entre nos deux pays.
Malheureusement, et malgré les efforts permanents des médecins et chirurgiens mauritaniens, certains enfants n'ont pas pu être pris en charge à temps. Aujourd'hui je voudrais parler de quatre frères et soeurs, orphelins de mère, atteints d'un glaucome congénital provoquant une cécité irréversible. Leur cas m'a été confié en 2020 quelques semaines avant le grand confinement. Nous n'avons rien pu faire pour eux alors, quand leur père m'a demandé un cadeau, je me suis jetée sur mon ordinateur et j'ai écrit une histoire.
A travers un conte, les enfants vont réaliser un grand voyage, explorer leur pays, réaliser un rêve. Jamais je ne pensais que ce livre serait publié, il l'a été, en 2023.
Ce livre rend hommage à la Mauritanie, il est un message pour celles et ceux qui ne se conaissent rien des difficultés de la vie là bas, il porte la dureté et la beauté d'un désert immense où il est possible de se ballader en 4X4, à vélo, à pied, à dos de dromadaire, en toute sécurité, il témoigne de la bienveillance des Mauritaniens pour le voyageur.
En tant que femme seule avec mon véhicule, un vieux Mercedes au chassis maintenant pourri et qui ne roule plus, j'y ai fait les plus belles rencontres de ma vie (j'ai vu d'autres coins du monde...).. Les enfants aveugles de Choum, d'Atar, de Nouadhibou et de Nouakchott sont à jamais dans mon coeur.
Des lectrices bénévoles ont transcrit le livre en versio audio gratuite pour les malvoyants, il est disponible dans les bibliothèques sonores de France, de la Fondation Valentin Hauy, dans la bibliothèque suisse romande.
J'ai effectué mon dernier voyage en Mauritanie avec mon vieux 4X4 afin d'offrir le livre un peu partout et surtout à ses héros et à l'école des malvoyants de Nouakchott.
Ensuite, j'ai pensé que la page devait se refermer parce que je n'ai plus ni les moyens ni la force de voyager.
Mes éditrices avaient choisi de lui donner ce titre : les yeux bleus du désert.
Cette publication a permis à une mission d'ophtalmologues bénévoles suisses de venir opérer les glaucomes en Mauritanie. Je m'en réjouis car chaque année, ils reviennent !
Cette aventure se termine, oui, car il faut une fin à tout, mais au final, elle est née ici, dans le site de VF !! Alors oui, il fallait que je le dise : MERCI !!!!!
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?