Desole pour les fautes mais c'est du brut, en direct et le temps ici est precieux entre deux powercut !!!
donc comme d'hab remplacer si besoin les a par les q et inversement...
Salam Alecoum,
et bien ca y est me voila a Sanaa...
le voyage fut bien crevant, pour ce aui est du diabete, nickel. j'ai eu droit aux repas diabetic comme j, avais demande en prenant le billet sur internet, super bien equilibre, aucun probleme a la securite, je n'ai meme pas eu a montrer mes bagages ni mes certificats medicaux. Tout aurait pu etre nickel si j'avais pu recupere mon sac a l'aeroport de Sanaa !
et oui me voila pour la 1ere fois a experimenter la perte de bagage !! Paul me dit que ce n'est pas tres surprenant ici...
et je devrais l'avoir d'ici une semaine peut etre... j'avais
heureusement tout ce aui est insuline et matos est avec moi, dan sle gros il n'y avait que du bonus au cas ou... par contre pas evident de se retrouver sans aucun medicament, la trouse a pharmacie est dans le gros sac ! de meme aue tious les fingues, chargeur de batterie, rete des cahiers... j'espere vraiment le recuperer vite.
l'avantage c'est aue jai le temps, ce n'est pas comme si prevu de quitter la capitale de suite, alors il faut le prendre zen et avec Paul ca passe mieux.
belle rencontre, Paul m'attendait donc a l'aeroport, deja que le vol avait du retard plus le temps perdu a attendre le sac puis au bureau pour declarer la perte....il etait presque 3h quand on a rejoint sa maison.
Je ne realise pas encore tout a fait de me retrouver a Sanaa, tout cela parait tellement irreel.
premiere vision de cette ville incroyable hier sans lumiere, le 4x4 circulaient dans le wadi sec et de part d'autre et les facades des maisons tours se laissaient deviner dans l'obscurite, avec ca et la quelques minarets qui s'elancent dans le ciel.... whaouhhhh
Paul loue un etage d'une maison traditionnelle, porte en bois bien typique et une clef immense magnifique qui ouvre son appart, un matelas avec draps m'attends dans une belle piece ornee de qamareya, ces vitraux bien typiques...
un peu de mal a m'endormir car je repense a mon sac...
je raconterai plus tard car Paul a besoin de son ordi... ou bien je vais trouver un cyber cafe
enfin a part le sac tout va pour le ;ieux, je suis trop content d'etre dans un decor pareil, c'est hallucinant et bien loin de ce que j'avais vu en image
Vraiment quelle belle rencontre que ce Paul, il se rend disponible pour se balader avc moi, m'amener manger dans des gargottes bien typiques, belle introduction pour la decouverte de ce Pays.
Reveil un peu tard donc nous allons direct manger dans une gargotte en sautant le dej, je deguste ma 1ere salta : plat traditionnel, ragout de viande chevre avec tomates oignons lentilles, avec du riz au safran, un bouillon de viande et du bon pain que l'on a au prealable achete a une femme qui ne laissaient meme pas ces yeux visibles, mais elle semble tout de meme voir au travers du tissus colore. A Sanaa les femmes mariees portent traditionnellement un tissus tres colores dans les tons rouges, ce qui change du tissus noir habituel. Evidement entre pain, lentilles et riz et meme patates, j'ai ma ration de feculent mais bon ca va je gere...
Les photos vu au prealble ne laisse rien imaginer de ce que je pouvais decouvrir, cette ville est un regal absolu pour moi qui aime tant cette architecture traditionnelle, jamis je n'ai vu une telle profusion. on croirait deambuler dans un decor de cinema, c'est hallucinant. Toutes les maisons, sans exceptions sont riches de decor, fenetres carres, rondes, en demi lune, avec partout ces qamareyas ces vitraux en stuc...
les hommes portent quasiment tous la djellaba blanche recouverte d'une veste de type occidentale et l'invitable jambiya, cette immense poignard recourbe.
je ne sais pas ou donner de la tete !!! les gems sont sympas, sourients, me gratifiant de "welcome to Yemen", un regal absolu !
je ne realise pas bien en cette premiere journee et decouvre un peu hagard toutes ces images...
Et bien voila une deuxieme journee a Sanaa qui s'acheve en beaute, encore une belle rencontre, Linda est aussi americaine et c'est aussi sur internet, via le forum du lonely qu'on a commence a discuter, elle connait Paul aussi car ils etudiaent l'arabe dans le meme institut a Sanaa.
Interessant d'avoir le point de vue d'une femme, je rectifie donc ce aue j'ai dit dans le precedent mail, seules les vielles femmes des alentours de Sanaa portent le tissus collore les autres sont toutes en black !
Aujourd'hui donc je n'ai pas manque le breakfeast yemeni, donc la fasouliya, haricots a la tomate que l'on mange avec le pain, puis j'ai passe ma journee seul trainant dans les rues de cette ville fascinante, a midi le souk du qat bat son plein, et dans un vacarme assourdissant les gens choisissent les branches du precieux arbuste avec lesquels ils repartent envelope dans un plastic.. amusant car souvent celui ci se retrouve accroche au manche de la jambiya ! une autre utilisation de ce poignard... la ceinture traditionnelle porte d'ailleurs souvent aussi le portable, modernite oblige !
je retrouve mom smi Paul pour le lunch pres de Bab el Yemen, j'arrive a trouver des legumes avec un bon plat d'aubergine avec oeuf et epices et des especes d'epinards gluants, qu'on mange avec un espece de naan.
quelaues echanges bien sympa avec des vieux qui mangent a notre table.
je deambule seul dans les souks et dans les rues de la vielle ville, comme tous les jours a cette heure et pour une grande partie de l'apres midi c'est l'heure du qat, partout les joues se gonflent, les dents verdissent... et l'esprit s'embrume !
cette drogue est un veritable fleau pour le pays, une bonne partie des economies est reservee a l'achat de l'arbuste, les gens perdent la moitie de leur journee....les plantations de qat ont remplace le cafe, et surtout les nappes phreatiques s'epuisent a vitesse grand Vcar le qat necessite bcp d'eau, Linda m'apprendra que bientot il n'y aura plus d'eau dans la capitale et cela presage un avenir bien sombre !
Bref le qat est invitqble, difficile de passer a cote, on ne qate pas que dans le mafradj mais partout dans la rue, les echoppes.. everywhere !
Je me decide enfin a faire mon premier dessin, pas facile de choisir mais je me laisse inspirer par quelques belles maison, un elegant minaret et un palmier... je retrouve vite le plaisir de croquer au milieu d'une vingtaine de gamins qui ne tardent pas a m'entourer !
Les yemenites sont bien agreables, le sourire facile, tres facile a photographier... bien sur excepte les femmes !
par contre a la differnce de l'Iran c'est tres dur de se faire inviter dans une famille pour la simple raison de la presence des femmes.
Le soir je retrouve donc Linda, celle ci me conduit tout en haut d'une des maison tour transforme en hote, un des meilleurs point de vue de Sanaa, un peu trop tard pour le sunset, mais quel privilege de boire un the tout en haut, sur le toit en escaladant le mur...
nous restons plus de 2h sur ce promontoire exceptionnel, j'apprend plein de choses de Linda qui vit la depuis 3 ans, elle est d'origine chinoise, de californie et porte le tissus noir mais laisse son visage decouvert. elle semble dispose a m'accompagner pour quelques balades, elle adore faire du trek... it sounds good !
Linda comme Paul pense que la situation au Yemen va vite se degrader et que c'st le bon moment pour venir car tres vite tout va se compliquer serieusement....
Elle m'emmene ensuite manger dans sa gargotte favorite, et pour finir m'aide a choisir mon kefiyeh, ca ye est me voila un peu plus local ! Linda me suggere de porter la jellabah qui porte ici un autre nom j'ai deja oublie.... je vais y reflechir !
pour l'heure j'espere vraiment recuperer mon sac, sinon va falloir que j'achete qques fringues.
je gere parfaitement mon dibete, meme si je mange trop de feculents, je marche pas mal et puis il y a toujours quelqu'un pour m'offrir une datte ou une banane ! et puis je profite du frigo de Paul, et peut laisser les insulines entames a l'appart.. nickel !
je me retiens pour les photos car il ya aurait largement de quoi vider toutes les carts memoires en une seule journee !
juste avnt de rentrer, la j'ai shoote quelques bouts de facades avec les eclairages superbes des vitraux, les qamareyas,
difficile a imaginer avant d'y etre.
j'ai regularise mon visa, valable 3 mois, sans payer de surplus, cool.
il ne me reste plus qu'a aller a la poilice pour leur declarer mon itineraire et obtenir l'indispensable travel permit !
Bref vous l'aurez compris je me regale une fois de plus...et ce voyage demarre tres tres fort !
Waouh, cher Phil, c'est génial!!!
J'espère que tu récupéreras ton sac bien vite!! Que tu fais bien attention à ta santé surtout...
bé alors le kefihé? la djellabah??? Why not???
Raconte encore stp! Les femmes en "chador"(?) rouge??? Je voudrais bien bien ca... Ainsi que ce merveilleux pays...
Gros bisous! Plein de bonnes choses!
Fainéanter dans un monde neuf est la plus absorbante des occupations... (N.Bouvier)
Merci Infiniement Phil de nous faire partager cette aventure...que Dieu te protège alla m3ak (Dieu est avec toi) prend soin de ta santé surtout.; et j'attend tes récits avec impatience..
salut Phil
merci pour ce récit sur le vif.
lorsque Paul et Linda te parlent d'une situation qui allait se dégrader, à quoi font t-ils allusion ?
bonne route et récupère vite ton sac
Que tu ne sois pas préparé à l"émotion qui te submerges, je le comprends aisément; qu'aucune photo ne t'ai permis d'entrevoir la beauté qui t'entoure à présent, là; je trouve que tu es un peu injuste. Je suis d'accord sur le fait que le vieux Sana'a est plus beau que ce à quoi on s'attend... et pour cause! On ne trouve son égal nulle part! Nos villages médiévaux n'ont pas cette féerie, notre architecture n'offre pas une telle profusion et un tel condensé de merveilles dans un même espace. Je suis contente que tu te régales.Tu me fais rire quand tu dis que tu ne sais pas où donner des yeux de la tête et quoi choisir pour commencer ton premier croquis! J'en étais sûre!
Je suis contente de lire tes impressions à chaud; je replonge ainsi dans l'ambiance.
J'attends la suite avec beaucoup d'intérêt!
Bises
Marine
PS: Est-ce que tu as eu mon mail????
"Nous, on a le temps
Vous, vous avez l'heure"
dixit un chamelier dans le désert...
Ah ah, je savais que tu allais te regaler. Je pourrais passer ma vie entiere a regarder Sanaa, une tasse de cafe a la main, surtout la nuit. Profite bien.
A+
En te lisant, je vois que tu démarre encore très fort ton voyage et que tu vas te régaler à croquer ces merveilles. J'espère que tu retrouveras ton sac très vite mais je ne m'inquiète pas trop car "l'étoile du voyageur" veille sur toi.
Salut les amis..
oui Marine c'est vrai que tes photos etaient belles... 😛
mais rien a voir avec la realite !
Je serais moins bavard que ces premiers jours car j'ai du mal a me lever tot, et puis certains m'on dit de ne pas trop en dire... et puis vaut mieux profiter du spectacle de la rue que de taper sur le clavier...!
me voila encore a Sanaa, je savais que cette ville me prendrait du temps, mais de jour comme de nuit c'est un veritable enchantement.
je suis tout de meme alle a l'ambassade pour me declarer, un vrai bunker, impressionnant !
le consul n'etait pas vraiment ravi a l'idee de me voir circuler dans le Pays, meme dans la zone relativement sure ou je compte aller, mais il m'a finalement souhaite bon voyage apres m'avoir mis en garde que les Yemenites en voualit a mon argent... pour lui ce sont des filous et des voleurs... je pense qu'il n'a pas rencontre les vrais gens, ceux la meme qui me gratifie de genereux welcome, ou m'offrent bananes ou dattes...
un coup de fil passe de l'ambassade a l'aeroport et ho bonne nouvelle mon sac vient juste d'arriver d'Istanbul, cool !
I've got it !!! j'ai mon sac, sans rien qui manque... ouf !!
Linda m'a amene voir un autre Yemen l'autre soir, nous avons visite la grande mosquee du president, supebe edifice mais difficile de ne pas penser a la somme colossale qu'il a coute, alors que cet argent aurait pu profiter au peuple, education, electricite, eau....
A proximite, je dcouvre le Yemen moderne, de nombreuses femmes et enfants mangent des glaces ou picniquent dans un parc. Dans les snack modernes a l'americaine, on doit aller dans la "family section" car seuls les hommes peuvent aller dans la partie du Snack ouverte sur la rue, les femmes enfants et hommes s'ils les accompagnent doivent aller dan sun autre enroit, a l'interieur des boxes separent par des rideaux du regard, mais nous pouvons aussi aller sur la terrasse, ou la la mixite regne.
Bon je m'arrete la car aujourd'hui c'est jour des mariages et dans la vielle ville des guirlandes de lampes annoncent des mariages, j'en ai repere pour ce soir... esperons qu'il y aura un oud !
J'ai mon travel permit (simple formalite) et demain je pars pour 2 jours de rando avec Linda a Manakha et environs. J'y retournerai bien sur plus longuement plus tard seul. donc pas de news de moi avant 2-3 jours, don't worry !
Ma a salama !
(mon arabe progresse peu a peu...)
Bien content que tu sois de nouveau en possession de ton sac de voyage.
Je prend plaisir à te lire mais si tu pouvais comme l'année dernière illustrer ton propos par 1 ou 2 dessins, j'en serai ravi.
C'est déjà bien le bordel séparatiste, tu dois le savoir... mais avec l'intensification des opérations en Afghanistan-Pakistan, la République yéménite accueillera probablement dans les prochaines années de nombreux djihadistes ! Al Qaida y est déjà tranquillement en place, ma foi.
Super Phil, merci pour ces premières bouffées ! Paul fut rencontré dès l'avion ? Tu as le chic pour rencontrer très tôt de bonnes âmes aidantes :D ! Désolé pour le sac....
Il me tarde de voir ce beau pays, aussi. J'y serai la semaine prochaine Insha Allah ; lors d'un récent voyage dans le sud d'Oman j'avais poussé jusqu'à la frontière et les premières impressions yéménites furent assez superbes, le physique des hommes surtout (visages creusés, sombres, de peuple des montagnes). On s'est fait une petite session qat avec le douanier qu'on essayait de corrompre avec un kopain maghrébin rencontré en chemin.
Sur le retour, un yéménite qu'on avait embarqué m'a rappelé le nom de la galabiyah mais je l'ai aussi oublié, damned ! C'est dishdasha, dans le reste du Golfe. Bonne suite de voyage, on veut des photos :love:
Il y a des conseils que l'on devrait garder pour soi, sous peine d'être rapidement frustrée !!!😉
Tant pis, nous attendrons le carnet fini avec encore plus d'impatience... Allez, une petite façade de Sanaa quand même !
Une fois de plus ton voyage est super, attention à toi quand même sur tous les plans..
Bises, Adichatz !
La liberté, c'est un cadeau qu'on se fait à soi-même - (L.Gauthier)
Salut Philippe
je vois que pour toi tout s'arrange , je savais que tu le retrouverais ton sac tu est né sous une bonne étoile ...
je quitte ce soir Kerman en direction de Shiraz , après avoir visité Téhéran, Qom, Kasham, Abyanen, Yazd, Kerman, Rayen, Mahan, Etc ...
tes carnets de route Iraniens ont été passés de mains en main avec toute l'admiration et la curiosité qu'ils suscitent .C'est un visa et un sésame sur notre route .C'est dommage de n'avoir pas eu le temps d'en emporter et , j'aurais pus être ton ..messager..... ( j 'ai oublié le nom Français )
Face à la montée de la frustration que suscite l'absence de nouvelles de Phil (et qui incite justement à penser que notre ami a été enlevé par les zai'dites), je m'en vais faire de la pub pour mon carnet yéménite, puisque je suis moi aussi actuellement dans le pays. Le rythme est tout à fait différent que pour Phil, vous en conviendrez ; les mises à jour plus régulières aussi. Gageons que nous nous complètons parfaitement :)
Philippe est MORT ce 8 août 2009, je l'ai vu s'éclater par terre du haut des montagnes Haraz :nerd:
Non je viens donner des nouvelles de l'immense Phil64 qui est tombé si amoureux du pays qu'il traverse qu'il va falloir renommer le topic "six semaines... en différé" :napo:
Je visite moizaussi la République ces jours ci et, ma sha Allah, je suis tombé sur la légende au bout des montagnes, dans un bled complètement pommé (et avec 3 autres français dont je tairai les noms pour des raisons éthiques :nerd: )
Il y a de très jolis dessins qui arrivent en tout cas ! Et il ne m'a rien montré de Sana'a puisque les carnets étaient à la capitale. Bref Phil on t'aime, et puis je lâche la petite photo qui va bien (il ne m'en voudra pas) (hein tu ne m'en veux pas choo ?)
Je reconnais la porte! Et Phil... sur le pas du funduq d'Al Hajjarah! J'imagine qu'entre le oud, le thé, le qat (que des mots en trois lettres, vous remarquez?!) Phil n'a plus le temps pour voyageforum... Moi aussi j'attends des nouvelles! Et j 'ai hââââââte aussi de savoir comment vont les amis yéménites!
"Nous, on a le temps
Vous, vous avez l'heure"
dixit un chamelier dans le désert...
Ah ça pour les amis yéménites, il suffit d'aller voir mon propre compte rendu :cool:
D'ailleurs je quitte le pays demain (pour le royaume saoudien) et il va y avoir sous peu une longue note sur le peuple yéménite, la république, les femmes ici etc. S'il y a des intellectuels intéressés, n'hésitez pas :nerd:
Coucou mon Philou,
J'ai un peu mis de côté le site VF :-( mais j'ai suivi jusuq'à fin juillet tes pérégrinations par mail via Mu.
Je t'ai laissé un petit commentaire sur ta boîte "mail".
Je suppose que tu as tellement à regarder, à contempler, à croquer, à écrire que ce temps de nous donner des news est plus que limité...
Mais comme Rachid, Parvat et tous tes amis VF qui te suivent à la trace, nous attendrons avec une certaine ferveur tes carnets ....
Take care my friend and see you soon.
Biz
Sylvie
Ecrire est un acte d'amour. S'il ne l'est pas, il n'est qu'écriture
Ah il est bloqué à Hajjarah, j'en était quasiment sûr devant l'absence de nouvelles. Quelle fière allure quand même 😛 !!!
Merci pour les news et bonne route.
Merci Jeremie.. et oui incroyable on s'est croise par hasard au fundunk d'Al Hajjarah (bien vu Marine)
I still alive !
Ca y est me voila devant un ecran !!!
Du coup je nesais plus ou j'en etais…
Me voila a Al Hodeida, fini la montagne, ici c'est la cote et on m'avait prevenu de la chaleur, je comfirme, rien a avoir avec ce que 'ai pu voir du pays jusqu'a present !!!
Après 5 jours de rando non stop je me suis offert un break sur les iles Kamaran…
Pas du tout l'intention d'y aller au depart mais des amis voyageurs m'en ont donne envie…
Mon lit pour ces 2 drnieres nuits ; une hutte sans murs a 15 m d'une mer turquoise magnifique, poisson delicieux matin midi et soir ! et le must, j'ai nage avec des dauphins ! sans les toucher mais ils etaient a moins de 5 m pafois ! geant !
Plus au nord, la mangrove n'est as extraordinaire mais valait la visite pour une vision peu familiere, au milieu de l'eau se promenait nonchalement un dromadaire solitaire !
Je me rends compte que je n'ai rien ecrit depuis Sanaa, trop a dire maintenant !!
Kawkaban et environs, genial, 3 nuits chez Yahia ou etant le seul, comme souvent j'etais comme de la famille… belles randos dans le coin sans guide.
Je me suis fait refoule au checkpoint car la date etait as bnne a un jours pres, ils ne rigolent plus trop maintenant…
Al Hajarra super, je me suis regale a ecouter Kamal jouer de son oud et j;ai bcp aime sa voix, j'aijoue un peu mais j'aurais aime qu'il qate moins pour m'apprendre un morceau, mais le qat c'est sacre !
Les montagnes des Haraz sont un regal pour la rando, 3 bonnes journees de rando avec Ahmed, un vieux guide d'Al Hajjara, j'ai bcp aime sa rencontre, il etait comme un ami ou comme un pere pour moi, et avec un mix de francais d'anglais et surtout d'arabe on arrivait toujours a se comprendre.
Merci aux amis de vF de m'avoir donne l'idee d'aller a Shukruf, j'ai dormi avec Ahmed dans le mafraj de la maison du Cheikh, incroyable batisse accroche a la falaise.
Si nous en France nous batissons les villages dans les vallees, ici les villages sont batis aux sommets, le plus souvent sur des eperons rocheux, souvent gardes par une porte unique, il faut voir ces maisons de 4 ou 5 niveaux tout en Pierre, c'est remarquable !
Desole mais j'abrege…
Ensuite toujours avec Ahmed et un francais et une anglaise nous sommes parties au jebel Bura, on m'avait conseille, il apparait a peine sur les guides et c'est tant mieux car cet endroit est fascinant, Si les terrasses du jebel Haraz sont belles surtout a cette saison, a Bura, elles sont incoyables, malgre la pente tres importante les versants des montagnes sont sculptes entire;ent, les terrasses faisant parfois moins d'un metre de large !! Y alternnt cafe qat mais sorgho...Tant de pierres amenages pour les murets et qul travail pour les femmes qui montent et descendent des fardeaux sur le dos !
La les femmes portent un costume superbe, tunique et pantaloon noir avec des frises colores ou fil d'argent, qui ressemble estrangement au tenues des ethnies montagnardes d'Asie du Sud est. Et surtout ici les femmes ont en general le visage degage, superbe, avec les yeux soulignes de kohl et de beaux bijoux. Quel plaisir de voir enfin des visages feminins !!
Au bas de la montagne, dans le wadi on peut voir des singes, des babouins.
Ici a Hodeida j'ai rencontre un Yemenite de Sanaa qui vit a Dubai, tres sympa qui m'a aide pour renouveller mon tasrir (laisser-passer), on a mange ce midi des gambas enormes succulentes non loin de la mer. Demain marche au poisson vers 6h30 puis je file au souq de Bayt el Faqih, le plus interressant du pays seln les guides, surtout demain dernier vendredi avant le Ramadan….
bon je vous laisse je vais retrouver mon nouvel ami pour un ptit resto, je redoute un peu de quitter la clim du cyber....
Ca alors,
toujours etonne de voir cette utilisation de mes carnets, c'est genial !
content que votre voyage se deroule bien.
Ici ils n'aiment pas vraiment les iraniens et mon visa iranien m'a valu qques minutes d'attente a l'arrivee...
ils supposent que l'Iran soutient les rebelles du Nord, d'ailleurs la guerre a repris apprement... la deuxieme semaine on pouvait entendre a Sanaa tous les jours des avions militaires dans le ciel....
c'est vrai ! 15 morts, ces derniers jours dans les environs de Sa'adah... je l'ai appris par ma soeur, journaliste à Paris (alors que nous n'étions pas loin :D)
je suis arrivé chez les wahabbites et quand j'ai parlé d'un voyage dans le sud du pays, on m'a dit "mais c'est plein de shiites" :nerdlove:
ravi que tout aille bien en tout cas. tu vas voir, zabid est formidable !! bonne fin de séjour :)
c'est l'heure du bilan yéménite, pour moi sur le carnet. J'ai été assez prolixe, à mon propre étonnement (plus qu'au sujet de l'Iran, alors que j'y étais déjà allé fort !). Tu me diras ce que tu en penses, kopain. Love :)
Je suis contente que tu aies rencontré Kamal. Comment va-t'il? Et Abdusalem? Et Mohammed?
Tu m'as donné des regrets pour le Djebel Bura! Remarque, pour voir le visage des femmes, je n'ai jamais eu aucun problème, moi! C'est lequel d'Ahmed, avec lequel tu es allé à Shuqruf? Si je me souviens bien, il y en a deux: un maigre comme un clou, visage buriné, et un plus en chair, très joyeux luron.
Tu vas où, ensuite? Tu descends vers l'Hadramaout?
Dans tous les cas, je suis sûre que tu vas continuer à te régaler!!
J'attends la suite des nouvelles!
Bises
Marine
"Nous, on a le temps
Vous, vous avez l'heure"
dixit un chamelier dans le désert...
Salut Phil,
Content d'avoir de tes nouvelles, j'ai l'impression que tu fais un très beau voyage...
Je réserve dès maintenant un exemplaire de ton carnet
salam Marine
Ahmed c'est le vieux aui habite juste a cote du funduq, plutot maigre que bien en chair, le visage marque mais beau, il bosse comme gardien au funduq et guide, mais les touristes se font tellement rares ces jours ci !
je risaue de manquer de tps pour l'Hadramout et je ne sais pas si ca vaut le coup catr il faut faire l'AR en avion !
je pensais zapper Aden mais on me conseille d'y aller.. ca vaut le coup ?
Tu ne me dis rien de plus, sur Kamal, Abdusalem et Mohammed???? Snif!!!
Je connais pas Aden; je n'y suis pas allée! Je me garde donc de donner mon avis sur ce point! L'Hadramaout vaut le coup, mais tu prendrais l'avion d'où? Sana'a?
"Nous, on a le temps
Vous, vous avez l'heure"
dixit un chamelier dans le désert...
Me voila a Taezz, content d'avoir retrouve une temperature plus supportable !
Je reviens sur les dernier jours dans la Tihama, j;ai bien aime Hodeida, les motos taxi sont le moyen le plus sympa de se deplacer, si on creve de chaud en voiture la l'air est plus qu'appreciable, sur la Tihama, le simple fait d'exister fait suer a grosses gouttes…
Quelques beaux specimens de requins au souq aux poisons, puis je me suis rendu au souq de Bayt el Faqih, foule immense, on trouve de tout, dromadaires, bovins, chevres moutons, viande poisssons vanneries, poteries, fruits legumes bric a brac… comme disait notre ex-president, "entre le bruit et l'odeur" je vous laisse deviner losque le soleil se fait bien haut….
Les femmes ici ont des traits plus africains et laisse leur visage decouvert, portent souvent un chapeau de paille,
J'atteinds ensuite Zabid, chaleur infernale et une fois de plus je suis le seul client de l'hotel ! Pourtant la cinquantaine de chaises tresses temoignent d'une periode faste…
Zabid est la 3eme ville classee a l'Unesco du Pays. Cependant a la difference de Sanaa elle cache ses richesses, en sebaladant dans les rues, on ne voient que des murs de briques et c'est en demanadant aux gens d'entrer dans leur propriete qu'on accede a une cour privative decouvrant ainsi la maison. Les maisons sont ici de plein pied, et possede une magnifique façade blanchie a la chaud avec des motifs geometriques realizes par les briques en saillie, superbe, et a l'interieur, le salon est encore plus finement sculpte. Chose bien appreciable ici on peut aussi visiter les mosques, et il y en a !! une entre autre date de l'epoque de Mahomet lui meme…
c;est ici qu'aurait ete invite l'algebre (de l'arabe al-jabr) les gamins demandent un peu du flouss mais rien de comparable a certains villages..
repas dams les gargotte populaires a la lueur de la lampe a gaz…une espece de galette bretonne fourree a la tomate, oeuf et herbes, pas mauvais, ca change des foul ou fasouliya.. je commence a avoir la dose de fayots !!
sans clim et ventilo je serais mort dans la nuit….
Bonne partie de la matinee a errer dans les ruelles de Zabid, des jeunes m'invitent a jouer au Baby foot, evidement celui ci a vecu… beaucoup de gamins qui jouent a fare rouler des pneus, comme on voit en Afrique..
Les gens aiment bien me voir avec la futa autour de la taille et le keffiyeh sur la tete, il me le font remarquer… c'est surtout bien plus confortable que le pantaloon !
Allah est avec moi car je n;ai pas trop a attndre pour trouver un pickup qui part sur Hays, de la un autre vehicule, toujours aussi pourri et hop me voila a Al Khokha, content de retrouver la cote et un peu d'air ! je saute sur une moto qui me depose au camp Sindbad, le Shami ayant rendu l'ame…
Encore une fois je suis le seul, l'ensemble de bungalow est bien delabre, mais au milieu des palmiers le tout a quand meme belle allure, la douche est au puits, le vieux insiste pour puiser et me verser l'eau, ca me gene…
Petite balade aux alentours, on ne peut pas vraiment parler de plage car c'est si etroit et puis il faut slalomer entre les boutres fatigues, beaux bateaux de bois traditionnels qui ont du avoir leur heure de gloire…encore et toujours beaucoup trop de detritus partout… quel dommage !
La journee se fini allonge sur le serir, ces banquettes tresses, comme les takhts iraniens mais plus hauts… au bord de l'eau turquoise a profiter de la brise marine…et des quelques gouttes de pluie trop rares qui tombent….! Puis un bon poisson pour le diner aux chandelles…
Dans ma hutte au bord de l'eau j'ai cru crever ! je pensais l'air plus genereux.
Des gamins m'emmenent sur leur bateau pour profiter de la barriere de corail en me prettant un masque, cela ne vaut pas les fonds egyptiens mais j'observe quand meme de beaux poisons multicolores et qques beaux coraux.
Le minibus ayant eu des soucis mecaniques on a du sauter dans un pick up, bonne idée, car finir le trajet dans la benne fut bien appreciable !
Pas le courage d'aller a Mokha, trop chaud et pour y voir des ruines d'un passé revolu…
Adieux la Tihama, me voila donc a Taezz, a 1500 m, grande ville entourees par des montagnes. Je viens de me faire un bon resto, crevettes en sauce, hommos et babaganoush (caviar d'aubergines) et m'en vais retrouevr mon hotel…
J'ai ete bavard ce soir, gloups !
Ma a salama…
coucou Marine,
ils n'ont pas ete trop bavard...m'ont dit qu'ils n'avait pas eu de tes nouvelles depuis ton depart, et puis meme si on est peu nombreux ils voient quand meme du monde passer !
salamoubidou PArvat !
merci...
Autant je ne me sens pas de porter la zeena, la grande robe blanche, autant je me sens a l'aise avec la futa, qui est aussi beaucoup portee et le keefiyeh n'est pas du luxe car le soleil cogne fort !
Avant le carnet du Yemen ily aura surement celui du Ladakh...mais rien de sur, por l'instant c;est l'Iran... que tu connais bien aussi !
bizzz de Taez
salut Phil
je rentre d'Ecosse et comme je te vois en ligne j'en profite pour te remercier, encore un très beau voyage grâce à toi.
J'attends les croquis qui complèteront le texte.
Bon voyage.
Patoune
vivre simplement pour que simplement les autres puissent vivre.
Gardes bien la futa et le keefyeh... obligatoires pour tes dédicaces !
Sois sans regret...ici il fait presque aussi chaud !!!
STP un p'tit croquis.... juste une jolie fenêtre....
La liberté, c'est un cadeau qu'on se fait à soi-même - (L.Gauthier)
Ah, le soulagement de retrouver l'altitude après la côte :D
Aden est assez fatiguée, j'ai trouvé. J'ai été frappé par l'énergie de ses habitants, le soir, mais de jour elle fait vraiment "vieille ville coloniale".
Le wadi hadhramawt par la route Aden Mukalla serait une bonne idée, si celle ci est ouverte aux touristes (pas en mon temps, si je puis dire). Sinon, l'avion toi je ne sais pas mais moi ca me crève toujours un peu le coeur. Bonne fin de voyage, le ramadhan va être assez violent au Yémen ! :D
Bon parce que c'est toi, mais pas de photoshop ici alors c'est un peu brut... de voyage ! comme d'hab quoi !
le temps aue le gars du cyber finisse sa priere...
2 croquis au hasard...
1 rue de Thula
2 mon hote d'hier soir, jebel Saber, question : le portrait a t'il ete fait le matin ou l'apres midi ??? voyons si vous avez bien compris un des elements caracteristique du pays....
juste un ptit mot avant de prendre le pijou pour Ibb...
L'interet de Taez aura ete de pouvoir visiter quelques mosques supplementaires, car c'est bien rare ici.. En plus j'ai eu le privilege de rencontrer une restauratrice d'art italienne aui a pu me faire voir la partie non ouverte aux visiteurs (la majeure partie) eintes sur les murs et coupoles de l'edifice, chouette rencontre. Puis j'ai pris un debab ces minibus ou on s'entasse et si les places assises sont prises on s'accroche au toit. Le djebel Saber qui domine Taez est sculpte de magnifiques terrasses dessinant des courbes vertes qui soulignent les courbes de niveaux. Pas de funduq la mais je me fais inviter par la premiere maison des que je sors de la route, invite a manger le midi puis le soir et tout naturellemnt j'y ai passé la nuit, je vous dit pas la vue depuis la fenetre du mafraj sur les terrasses… sublime ! Que c'est bon de sortir des sentiers battus !Finalement je n'ai pas le tps d'aller a Aden ou Hadramaout, pas envie de courir pour ne faire que voir.. je prefere en voir moins mais le vivre !la derniere semaine a Sanaa en plein debut de Ramadan risque d'etre palpitante.. et j;i plein d'amis a retrouver !
salut Phil
Ca a l'air de bien se passer pour toi, t'as pas l'air de regretter ton choix de t'embarquer pour le Yemen finalement...tant mieux!
Si tu revois Yahia a Sanaa (il y bosse une fois par semaine) salue le bien
Profite en bien en tout cas!
Yoann
Et moi mon choo j'ai bien peur que tu souffres plus qu'autre chose, avec le Ramadhan :o
Je suis bien content d'avoir quitté le Royaume saoudien cette nuit d'ailleurs, avec le mois qui approche ça sent la glande totale, assez terrible pour des touristes comme Phil et moi. J'espère d'ailleurs que cela ira en Turquie, que je devrais atteindre d'ici 10 jours... après avoir visité la Palestine, si les kopains israéliens me laissent entrer (réponse dans 2h) :)
Paix et amour ! Pas de regret pour Aden en tout cas, c'est un peu moche dans le fond. Bonjour aux gamines de Sana'a :)
Génial !!!! merci pour ces 2 beaux dessins. Pour répondre à ta question, je dirai que le portrait a été fait dans l'après midi car à moins d'avoir une chique dû à une rage de dent, j'opterai plutôt pour leur sport favori, la mastication du qat.
Tu reviens en France à la fin du mois ?
Pour ma part, le départ est prévu le 26 août...j'attend avec impatience la publication de ton carnet sur le Ladakh... je te donnerai mon ressenti à mon retour le 20/09.
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Rachid
J'aime beaucoup celle avec le petit pont. Est-ce que tu sais ce que c'est?
Tes lecteurs peut-être pas... C'est lorsque deux familles voisines sont unies par un mariage, un petit pont, en quelque sorte symbolique de ce lien unificateur, est construit entre les deux maisons.
Je serais curieuse d'en apprendre davantage sur le Djebel Saber. Pourrais-tu en dire un peu plus...?
Bises
Marine
"Nous, on a le temps
Vous, vous avez l'heure"
dixit un chamelier dans le désert...
coucou Marine
j'espere que mon mp t'a convenu..
merci pour la precision, on m'a dit aussi qu'il s'agissait d'une maison de juifs.\j'en ai pas vu d'autres de ponts comme cela et toi ?
Biz d'Ibb
Me voici a Ibb, mais je viens de passer la journee entiere a Jiblah. Superbe village repute pour sa reine Arwa, la 2eme du pays après la reine de Saba plus connue…
Jiblah fut capitale du Yemen au XI – XX, le village est superbe avec ses rues en pente garnies de belles maisons en Pierre ocre, grises ou blanchiees a la chaux. Missurtout des minarets tres elegants rouge et blanc. Le souq aux rues etroites en pente, garnies de petites echoppes, j'y ai mange une des meilleures salta, quoique un peu epice !
Bonne partie de ping-pong dans un foyer de jeunes en attendant que la pluie tombe moins forte, Yemen 21 – France 15… cela fait bien longtemps que je n'avais pas tape la balle, et puis l'espace manquait pour faire mes top-spin !
Installe sous le porche d'une de ces belles maisons pour croquer le village, j'ai du interrompre mon dessin car un vieux au beau visage est venu observe mon dessin. Et je me voyais mal le laisser repartir sans lui tirer le portrait ! Car avec sa barbe a demi teinte au henne et les grosses fleurs dans son turban, il en valait la peine .. dommage qu'il ai ete un peu trop impatient mais en speedant j'ai quand meme pu le mettre en couleur devant une foule pressee autour de moi sous le porche de la mosque.
J'ai eu la chance de pouvoir grimper au minaret en travaux en disant que j'etais archi.. belle vue sur la mosquee du XI et sur le village. Quelques chameaux au bas du wadi, beaucoup de chevres et quelques poules. Les gens sont sympas et les gamins moins kalame-soura-flouss que le predisait le guide…je serais bien reste plusieurs jours dans ce village…
Retour sur Ibb a Jibbla entre deux averses en moto, j'aime bien la moto car plus rapide, elle se faufile entre les embouteillages.. par contre le Yemen n'est pas un pays pour les cyclistes, a part les velos de gamins on n'en voit pas !
Bon je vais me faire un petit kebab-hommos et rentrer a l'hotel zapper après le recit de la journee… interressant de zapper sur les chaines du cable du sat arabe, car on passent de chaines trad ou on voit des mecs en blanc parler, debattre sur le coran ou chanter une espece de varietoche sur une musique de daube, faussement orientale, a d'autres chaines tres occidentalisees comme les chaines de Dubai ou le luxe, la beaute, chirurgie esthetique sont omnipresents, les presentatrices n'ont plus grand chose d'oriental. Je suis tombe hier sur le match Lille – OM sur la chaine d'Abu Dhabi, en arabe.. faut le faire !
Sinon comme sur notre ecran l'Iraq et l'Afghanistan font la une des journaux.. quelaues images de la guerre contre les rebelles chiites du Nord du Yemen aussi, impressionnant de se dire que cela se deroule a moins de 500 km d'ici…
Mince je recommence a etre bavard ! Desole Mamina…
Salut Yoann,
Ca non je ne regrette pas loin de la... le seul regret c'est que je ne pourrais plus desormais du Yemen ! mais je trouvera d'autres destinations...
par contre pour ta commande perso ca risque fort d'etre compromis car je ne compte pas revenir le sac vide...
Sais tu si il y a possibilite de t'en envoyer un paquet, ca sera surement plus cher et puis je ne sais pas trop les taxes... cela vaut il le coup, je ne suis pas sur. je demanderais a Yehia, n doit se voir normalement. Desole mais je pense que tu me comprends...
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Me voila toujours a Ibb ! Je pensais partir pour Sanaa mais je me suis fait un pote. Ahmed, qui garde la Art House m’a propose de dormir la ce soir et partirdemain matin sur la capitale. La vielle ville est superbe, belles maisons et souq bien typique, gens sympas authentiques, la ville est souvent boudee par les tourists, ils ont bien tort. J’ai bien croque aujourd;hui et pour finir j’ai fini dans l’obscurite un crobar du haut du toit dela Art house en compagnie d’Ahmed avec du bon chai…
Aucun soucis pour mon DID, je gere parfaitement et arrive toujours a obtenir du chai bedun sukar. C’est d’ailleurs ici dans la vielle ville que j’ai bu mon meilleur, au bon gout de cardamome et menthe. C’est la veille du Ramadan et aujourd’hui a midi et on sent vraiment la fievre monter, les gens dans la rue crient Ramadan Ramadan..ils sont heureux ! je n’ai encore jamis vecu un Ramadan mais je pense que ca va etre quelque chose ! Je realise que j’ai mange ce matin mon dernier foul au ptit dej ! mais le positif c’est que je vais pouvoir dessiner tranquille le matin, car ici souvent ils sont un peu trop collants et excites, tout a l’heure je vous dit pas l’attroupement dans le porche de la mosque !
J’espere que Ahmed ne s’est pas plante et qu’il y aura bien des pijoux pour la capitale demain…!
Merci pour les nouvelles, c'est cool ! Effectivemment Ibb semble boudée mais elle est tout de même dure à atteindre, sa vieille ville est vraiment isolée je veux dire. Son souq est l'un des plus ghettos que j'ai jamais visités :D
Cet aprem, 3 coups de canon dans Jerusalem pour annoncer le Ramadhan. Eid moubarak sadiqi :)
Je viens de répondre à ton MP...
Pour répondre à ta question; j'en ai vu plusieurs, des ponts comme ça. Mais aussi mignon que celà soit, c'est pas toujours des conditions idéales pour la photographie, quand on a pas un gros téléobjectif, donc, je n'en ai ramené qu'un en images...
"Nous, on a le temps
Vous, vous avez l'heure"
dixit un chamelier dans le désert...
Prologue Cela fait des années que je rêve du Yémen. Pas une seule personne étant allée là-bas qui n'en parle amoureusement, les yeux brillants. Ce doit être…
C'est un privilege d'etre ici. La ville est d'une beaute qui laisse pantois, surtout la nuit. Les facades sont superbes, et les petites fenetres eclairees,…
Ce récit a été rédigé en 1992 à la suite d'un voyage effectué durant trois semaines. je n'ai pas modifié ce que j'avais écrit à l'époque du ressenti de ce…
Je ne pensais pas retourner de sitot au Yemen, mais voila que l'on m'invite pour trois semaine, je me voyais mal refuser! Le ministere du tourisme nous invite.…
Il était une fois un berger Ethiopien ses moutons broutaient une plante, et ne dormirent pas la nuit. Le berger étonné, finit par goûter la plante dont il…
I could have titled my travel journal like Carmen: "Some trips are born twice." Indeed, we had considered this destination back in February 2020. However, an honest tour operator advised us against traveling at that time due to the climate. So, we gave up and opted for Guatemala instead (see "On the Mayan Lands" on this site).
So, why this title? When I was in primary school, over 65 years ago, the illustrations in my history books (Machu Picchu) and geography books (Lake Titicaca) made me dream, and those images stayed in my mind. It took until 2026 to finally make this dream come true!
We prepared our trip with Tout Pérou, a French-speaking "agency." Everything was handled via email and WhatsApp exchanges with our contact: Laurent, who was both competent, friendly, and full of good advice.
For 200 €, Tout Pérou provided us with drivers and guides whenever we wanted, helped us buy our domestic flights (cheaper when purchased in Peru), booked shuttles between airports and hotels, and got us a discount on the train ride to Aguas Calientes, as well as on the buses between Chivay and Puno and between Puno and Cusco. In short, Laurent took care of all the logistics and the Machu Picchu tickets. It was up to us to book our hotels. Tout Pérou provided a list, but we weren’t obliged to follow it. Another advantage of the package: we didn’t have to pay in advance; we paid the service providers directly day by day.
We didn’t meet Laurent in person because he was on vacation in Europe. Before his departure, he gave us a briefing, provided a summary table with the entire program, the service providers, their phone numbers, their fees, the schedules, and gave us plenty of advice (money, exchange, safety, etc.). After returning at the end of our stay, he kept checking in on us.
Lastly, we had also gathered information from Arnaud Lagadec, who runs a hotel in Cusco and offers tours of the region. He gave us a lot of useful information. Another contact: Thomas Montaigne, very friendly, who runs an agency in Arequipa (Agence Pérou Exclusif).
Day 1 – Paris to Lima
Foreword
I’ll share our trip without any pretension—I don’t have the talent of some contributors on this forum—and I’ll illustrate it with a few photos (taken with an ordinary smartphone). My comments are personal and only reflect my own views. So, please be kind! Feel free to comment on my story as you like, but let’s avoid pointless debates.
Even though we live in the south of the Paris region, true to our habits when the flight is in the morning, we chose to spend the night before our departure in a hotel near CDG and parked our car in a parking lot in Garches. This way, we avoid the stress that often comes with traveling around Paris (accidents, roadworks, traffic jams, etc.).
Check-in and border control went smoothly on that Sunday morning. Our Air France flight was uneventful. In Lima, border control took a particularly long time, and for the first time, we didn’t get an entry visa stamped in our passports.
As planned, a driver took us to the Miraflores district, where our hotel was located. We were surprised by the numerous signs about possible tsunamis, having forgotten that Peru is prone to such events and regularly experiences earthquakes. We’d see the consequences of these during our journey.
Exhausted from the early wake-up, the 13-hour flight, and the 7-hour time difference, we had dinner at the hotel before a restful night.
Note that this day was Peru’s presidential election day. As a result, we weren’t served beer—the sale of alcohol was banned that Sunday.
After as many weeks as I have fingers on my right hand, we're hitting the road again, fully recovered from our pharaonic adventure. Back in France to drop off our daughters (sorry, girls!), this time it's just the two of us, ready to be welcomed by a new destination. They say it offers one of the richest cultural heritages in the world for those willing to put in the effort. It's the land of the ancient Silk Road, where we'll follow a journey steeped in history and discoveries straight out of *One Thousand and One Nights*. A former Soviet bloc region independent only since 1991, we'll be walking in the footsteps of Genghis Khan, Tamerlane, Alexander the Great, Marco Polo...
Another fun fact about this country: it's strictly forbidden to import porn on your phone. True story. The same goes for painkillers! Unless it's about sodomy—though the two don’t seem connected, that’s just how it is. Don’t ask me why! Anyway, I’m getting off track. Here’s the big question: Where do you think we’ve just landed?... To give you a hint, the locals are known for being incredibly welcoming. No sooner said than done—our first taxi driver, proud to transport French travelers, refused to let us pay for the ride. Great vibes for these two weeks ahead. So, any guesses?
Uzbekistan!!!
Bonjour tout le monde, nous voici rentrés d'un RT USA organisé par nos soins du 31/07/2026 au 26/08/2026.
La destination : Le Sud-Ouest USA avec le Texas, l'Arizona et le Nouveau-Mexique. 7000 kilomètres effectués à la louche.
L'Auto : Une Chevrolet Equinoxe pour deux en passant par BSP Auto et Avis. Et dedans 2 valises, un sac de voyage, deux valises cabines, la glacière de chez Walmart, le matos photos et les bouteilles d'eau (pack de 40).
Le trajet : Dallas DFW, Fort Worth, Houston, Austin, San Antonio, Alpine, El Paso, Tucson, Sedona, Albuquerque, Amarillo et Dallas pour finir avec départ sur DFW.
Les voyageurs : Deux séniors bien avancés dans l'âge (73 et 75) mais toujours en activité (pas épuisante physiquement) (pour rester vivants et financer les voyages), autonomes physiquement à 100%, intellectuellement beaucoup moins, passionnés des USA, pays où tout est possible, plus marcheurs que randonneurs, plutôt hôtels à partir de 3 étoiles que motels de bord de route, plutôt restos Italiens que nourriture US, adeptes des arrêts fréquents pour les photos, plutôt musées que rien, Plutôt sieste que marches forcées. Pas trop râleurs, juste ce qu'il faut pour rester français au pays du grand Satan qu'ils disent.
Pas trés doués pour les langues, Anglais des rues (mais bien pratique), Espagnol nul pour moi hormis : " Hola ! Una Cerveza por Favor ! " Cela fait court. Madame comprend tout mais refuse de parler.
Le coût du RT : Environ 12 000 euros avec les vols AF, Auto, Essence, cadeaux, visites et tutti quanti. Bien maitrisé puisque 13500 euros prévus au départ.
Le bilan positif : Un régal avec les longues routes à perte de vue. Des Musées à découvrir. Le constat de la présence Hispanique et de son Histoire importante dans ce secteur de l'Amérique. Des locaux adorables. Des touristes plus ou moins sympas. Un accent Texan abominable et difficile à comprendre. Des stations Gas qui sont de véritables magasins avec nourriture préparée et autre alcools vendus en Arizona et Nouveau-Mexique et des employés au top ! Toujours prêts à rigoler !
Le bilan négatif : La chaleur tout au long du séjour...43° sur Dallas en fin de séjour. Impossible de sortir dans les rues. Beaucoup de "Homeless" dans les rues de l'Hyper Centre de Dallas. Les breakfasts Hôtel toujours les mêmes. On s'y fait.
Donc, positif certes mais le concept commence à fatiguer. Il se pourrait que le modèle RT autonome soit repensé pour le prochain. SI celui qui est en haut nous prête vie.
Pour la suite, attendons les premières photos triées et passées à la moulinette.
With my girlfriend Christelle, we’ve chosen South Africa for our first trip to Southern Africa, focusing on safaris—after a long debate with a Cape Town/Kruger combo.
But that would’ve meant cutting out St Lucia, which would’ve been harder to fit into another trip.
And St Lucia—thanks to Michel and all those travel journals—we really wanted to go there.
So our 11-night itinerary ended up like this, mostly shaped by school holidays:
- 3 nights in St Lucia
- 1 night in Hluhluwe
- 1 night at Mkhaya Game Reserve (Eswatini)
- 1 night at Hlane Royal National Park (Eswatini)
- 3 nights in Kruger (Berg en Dal / Satara / Tamboti)
- 1 night at Shindzela Tented Camp in the Timbavati private reserve
- 1 final night in Kruger at Lower Sabie
All of this in the off-season and rainy season, just a month after catastrophic floods that killed over 150 people and seriously damaged Kruger’s infrastructure.
I’ll jump straight to St Lucia and skip the loooong journey to get there (with a layover in Frankfurt, landing in Johannesburg, a domestic flight to Durban, and the rest by rental SUV—First Car Rental, perfect, no complaints).
To motivate readers—especially some familiar faces here—I’ll drop in a first photo.
Le dernier carnet sur le Turkménistan date de 2019. Voici donc un court retour sur ce vaste pays désertique qui se visite un peu plus facilement qu'auparavant.
C'est mon premier carnet. Si vous avez des questions, n'hésitez pas. Le pays s'ouvre lentement mais il est possible de visiter des sites où vous serez tout seul. En 5 jours, j'ai vu 2 hongkongais, quelques allemands et un chilien au cratère, 10 chinois dans un bazar de la capitale, et c'est tout !
Il est possible de visiter le Turkménistan depuis l'Ouzbékistan. Le plus simple et le plus économique est de se rendre en taxi jusqu'à la frontière depuis Boukhara. Le trajet prend un peu plus d'une heure.
Le passage de la frontière est assez long puisque de nombreux Turkmènes ramènent des objets achetés en Ouzbékistan afin de pouvoir les revendre au Turkménistan. Par exemple des couches, des produits pour bébés ou des produits de beauté.
Il m'a fallu plus de 2h30 pour franchir la frontière. Il est obligatoire pour visiter le Turkménistan d'avoir un guide et de passer par une agence de voyage. Les agences britanniques proposent souvent des séjours de trois, cinq ou sept jours à plus de 1 500 ou 2 000 euros.
Mais si votre budget est plus limité, il vous suffit de contacter quelques agences turkmènes directement par mail qui vous feront une proposition entre 700 et 1 300 euros pour trois à sept jours. J'ai pris un séjour de 5 jours de Turkmenabat dans le Nord-Est du pays jusqu'à Dashoguz dans le Nord. L'objectif est de visiter les principaux sites classés à l'Unesco, dont Merv, et les sites archéologiques comme Nisa ou Gonur Tepe.
Votre guide sera également le chauffeur. Il viendra vous chercher à la frontière. Les formalités sont très longues car les douaniers doivent multiplier les tampons et l'obtention du visa que vous avez préalablement demandé à votre agence de voyage nécessite plusieurs contrôles. Mais le passage se fait relativement aisément même si chaque étape est assez longue.
Une fois de l'autre côté, première surprise, l'autoroute est très récente jusqu'à Turkmenabat. Une très longue file de camions s'étend sur plusieurs kilomètres du côté turkmène afin de pouvoir passer la frontière et aller en Ouzbékistan. En effet, selon mon guide, les camions turkmènes transportent du gaz, du coton (pas à cette saison puisque la récolte a lieu en septembre), mais ont surtout un réservoir plein car le prix du carburant est beaucoup moins cher au Turkménistan. Un plein pour une voiture vaut à peu près 3 euros, ce qui est défiant toute concurrence.
Depuis le poste frontière de Farap, l'objectif est d'atteindre la ville de Mary qui abrite dans sa banlieue, à une trentaine de kilomètres, le site classé à l'UNESCO de Merv. Cette cité est connue comme étant une fondation d'Alexandre le Grand au IVe siècle avant Jésus-Christ sous le nom d'Alexandrie de Margiane. Plusieurs forteresses sont visibles.
Après plus de trois heures de route, nous déjeunons dans un restaurant turc qui s'appelle Aladdin. Plusieurs citations du président sont visibles sur l'autoroute, mais la route est de qualité et on avance aisément. Ce sera de loin la meilleure route du pays. ça se gâtera largement par la suite.
Les ronds-points sont particulièrement intéressants puisqu'on y retrouve des emblèmes de la culture turkmène, soit le chien, soit un tapis, soit le cheval Ahal Teke soit des symboles musulmans, même si la présence d'artefacts islamiques est assez réduite.
Preamble:
Africa was calling to me, so a year ago, with our usual travel companions, we decided to return to the continent we love so much.
Where to go?
Uganda quickly caught our attention—wildlife we’re used to seeing, plus gorillas and the shoebill we missed in Zambia.
We got in touch with Paul, who’s been mentioned several times on the forum back in September, booked our flight tickets, secured the gorilla permits, and by early October, the most important things were done.
We still had plenty of time to hold our "prep meetings" for the final itinerary.
Three days before departure, I sprained my ankle (my weak spot, as you’ll recall from our Colombia trip).
I wasn’t in great spirits, but after a year of waiting, nothing was going to stop me.
We’d see how it goes!
Off we went for our new adventures
It was winter, a winter with beautiful weather,
A season that only exists in the southwest of America,
I remember very well what I told you that morning
A month ago... A century ago, an eternity ago...
We’ll go... wherever you want, whenever you want...
Well, yeah, back from our adventure in our enchanting American West just a month ago, we’re already taking a bite out of one of its lesser-known competitors. "Flo, if you had to pick just one reason to justify your love for the U.S., what would it be?" The greasy, dripping burgers? No, I don’t think I’m going out on a limb by saying it’d be the wide-open spaces... And that’s exactly what our new quest is taking us to—a land on the other side of the globe where the horizon also seems endless, where silence tastes like salty wind and sand, where freedom is measured in kilometers of desert tracks, where the GPS is mostly there to confirm you’re lost in the middle of nowhere... Add to that magic formula the fact that you’ll see more zebras, giraffes, wildebeest, and elephants than people per square kilometer, and you can imagine us setting foot in Southern Africa for the first time, more precisely at the small airport in Windhoek, capital of... of...? Brush up on your geography, damn it! We’re landing in Namibia!!!
To be honest, Namibian landscapes have been flirting with me for ages. So how did I resist this island of temptation for so long? First, the budget. Let’s just say that for the same amount of effort (and kidneys), the bank lets you choose two other adventures almost anywhere else on the planet. Then there were my girls. Yeah, back then, they were too little to dose up on Malarone, the only malaria remedy at the time... Long story short, ten years later, all the planets have aligned. First, I won the Euromillions! Well, almost... Let’s just say my girls are now old enough... not to take Malarone, but to stop following me on all my adventures! Jackpot! "Flo, how about a little two-person caprice, just the two of us, tackling the Namibian tracks?"
As we landed on the runway, first wow effect: The horizon is immense. It’s flat as can be, incredibly flat... So much flat space! Did I mention it was flat?... Looking into the distance, it feels like your gaze could circle the Earth without hitting a single obstacle—until you end up staring at your own backside. "Oh, what a nice view!" Well, it’s the first time I’ve seen my butt from this angle! Touching moment... Sorry, I’m rambling—must be the exhaustion from the three-flight marathon we just powered through via Ethiopia and South Africa... And yet, no time to philosophize about my anatomy. As usual, we want to rack up our first kilometers to be front and center at dawn tomorrow. After wrapping up the tedious Namibian immigration formalities and meeting the 4x4 that’ll be our companion day and night for the next fifteen days, we’re off! We’re not exactly fresh, but we’re ready to tackle the next five hundred kilometers in night mode, cruise control set due south! Just outside Windhoek, the local wildlife—a jackal—welcomes us with a smile: "Welcome to Namibia!" That’s what it said! Honest... Okay, first endless straight road, first flaming sunset, first corrugated dirt track, first Milky Way with zero light pollution... You get it—it’s definitely the day of firsts... First night camping, too, in the big trunk of our Toyota Fortuner parked by the side of the track... The real adventure, the kind that smells under the arms, can finally begin...
Last October, we landed in Marrakech to spend a few days with family exploring Morocco’s roads.
Transport: a rented Dacia.
Accommodations: small guesthouses.
Our first stop was just a few kilometers from Marrakech, at a lovely house perfect for relaxing and recharging before continuing. It’s called Bleu House, a little paradise on the outskirts of Marrakech. The welcome was very warm, with a beautiful pool and a lovely garden.
Next, we headed toward the Tichka Pass. The road has really improved in recent years—it’s much easier to drive now. No more getting stuck behind trucks, and today, the construction is practically finished.
Morocco has turned green after the recent rains. It’s a joy for the herds and shepherds.
When we started looking for a summer destination a few months ago, our first criterion was to avoid extreme heat and heatwaves. We had already been to Norway two years ago and are considering going back in the future for other occasions. So, we had some fun asking ChatGPT which destinations enjoyed a mild climate during the summer without going too far. Among the list provided by the AI were the Canary Islands... The idea of a place we wouldn’t have thought of first, both not too far away and exotic enough, appealed to us: “Hmm, why not?”
This destination had never really attracted me, though Magali was a bit more interested. Five years earlier, COVID had caused a short break in my professional activity, and I had planned a trip because the flight price was attractive, and I was looking for a destination different from what usually appeals to me, more than out of deep interest. From a distance and with a social judgment I acknowledge (it’s not great, but it’s not completely wrong), I had the image of a destination for party-goers enjoying the sun without the slightest interest in local culture, with concrete coastlines and denatured landscapes—everything I detest the most. Still, I had done some quick research on the different islands and spotted Lanzarote for its beautiful volcanic landscapes, hiking trails, beaches, and the impression of a good balance between activity and fewer crowds than Tenerife or Gran Canaria. Then I dropped the idea of going, without ever reconsidering traveling to the Canaries...
Until now! Because we started researching the different islands of the archipelago to see which ones might appeal to us the most. It was La Gomera, the third smallest island of the archipelago, more praised for its hiking trails and preserved nature than for its beaches, away from mass tourism (fifty times fewer tourists than Tenerife) but still a bit more developed than its wild neighbor El Hierro, that caught our attention. Contrary to what might be suggested later, I’m not at all addicted to AI, but I use it from time to time to synthesize quick research or simply for experimentation. Since ChatGPT had started anticipating my tastes lately as if it had become my buddy (often successfully, sometimes off the mark), I asked which Canary Island would suit me best for a trip with my family. The tool answered first with... La Gomera. So, I tested it and teased it a bit to see if this suggestion was well-founded, as the method sometimes makes it contradict itself. But no luck: “You’d appreciate the wild nature of El Hierro, but with family, you’ll find little activity for the kids. You won’t like the touristy vibe of the big islands like Tenerife, Gran Canaria, Lanzarote, and Fuerteventura. You could consider La Palma, but it’s really La Gomera that will suit you best, based on your interests and the criteria given.” So, we dug deeper into our research and were convinced without a shadow of a doubt that this island was the one waiting for us.
Without knowing it, we had Canarians in our circle who revealed their origins when they heard about our travel plans. One from Tenerife insisted we’d be better off choosing Tenerife (obviously...) because it also has preserved spots and that La Gomera, “you can explore it in two or three days, you’ll get bored quickly...” The other, a colleague from Gran Canaria who had never visited La Gomera, still recommended it without hesitation because it turned out her parents had just gone there on vacation: they loved it and had encountered few tourists. She also tended to think this destination was usually the subject of short stays, but according to what her parents told her, taking your time there was also a great idea. However, in our research, the idea that La Gomera is an island you can explore in three or four days max kept coming up. So, we considered combining its visit with La Palma or El Hierro, the other two that caught our eye. But hopping between islands by ferry represents a significant budget for non-Canarians, even more so for a family of four. Then, scrutinizing Google Maps, it seemed obvious that two weeks were too short to discover two islands as they deserve, and that there seemed to be plenty to see in La Gomera, given its very unique culture. After all, we read that some people spend several months a year there, others never even leave... Finally, these landscapes and this atmosphere, which seemed to us a mix of Europe, North Africa, and Latin America, tempted us. So, it would be two weeks in La Gomera, deal!
La Gomera is therefore the second... well, the third smallest island of the Canaries since La Graciosa was recently recognized as a fully inhabited island. It has the shape of a rough circle about 20 to 25 kilometers in diameter and has just over 20,000 inhabitants, half of them in its capital, San Sebastián de la Gomera, the only real town. Like its Canarian sisters, La Gomera is a volcanic formation that rose about 10 million years ago. The island is very mountainous and rugged, covered with red and black rocky landscapes. Geological activity has shaped, between the sprawling massifs that end in steep cliffs in the ocean, six coastal valleys with tropical vegetation that have favored human settlement. They divide the island like slices of a cake; from the north clockwise: the agricultural Vallehermoso, the rustic Agulo, the green, humid, and fertile Hermigua, the sunny capital San Sebastián de la Gomera, the southern and isolated Alajeró-Santiago, and the seaside Valle Gran Rey. They constitute the six municipalities (more like cantons to our French understanding) of the territory.
The large solidified magma massifs that shape the heart of the island have created a large depression more protected from the sun at its center, allowing the growth of a vast laurel forest, today grouped within the Garajonay National Park, La Gomera’s green lung, which has earned it the status of a World Biosphere Reserve. Its completely European appearance contrasts sharply with the rocky and tropical landscapes of the rest of the island. Thus, the climate varies greatly from one point to another on the island: in summer, you can quickly go from a dry and sunny valley at 35°C to a humid forest area at altitude at 18°C.
La Gomera was populated late. As with the rest of the Canaries, human presence is thought to have begun about 2,000 years ago. Groups of animist Berbers, probably fleeing persecution, gradually populated the archipelago, especially the western islands and La Gomera, becoming its small aboriginal population: the Guanches (or later Gomeros). The animist and pastoral civilization of the Guanches thrived until the Spanish takeover in the 15th century, which, after a short period of harmony and mixing with the indigenous people, suddenly ended in bloodshed... La Gomera later became the “Columbus Island” after Christopher Columbus’s stopover, increasing the blending of populations. In the 20th century, many Gomeros emigrated to Cuba and other Latin American countries in search of a better life, bringing back a mix of cultures and traits quite palpable in today’s Gomeran culture. It is, however, in La Gomera that the vestiges of Guanche culture seem to have left the most traces, in the language, gastronomy, social practices... Moreover, most Gomeros, especially in remote villages, have a particular identifiable type and proudly claim their ancestral roots, even making La Gomera a bit exotic in the eyes of other Canarians.
Perhaps that’s why it has never really wanted to develop its tourist infrastructure too much. If we set aside the tourists who visit for the day by bus or boat from Tenerife on a marked itinerary (and whom we ultimately rarely encounter), La Gomera has remained a hidden gem, a destination focused on nature discovery that attracts hikers, nature-loving divers, and scientists for its fauna and flora, and to a lesser extent, beachgoers who don’t seek overly developed coastlines. Tourist activity is therefore limited. Roughly speaking, you’ll find a majority of Spaniards, including a substantial number of residents from other Canary Islands, many Germans who have a particular fondness for La Gomera and spend long stays there or own second homes, to the point that the German cultural footprint is clearly noticeable in some places (it’s said to be Angela Merkel’s favorite holiday spot), and still quite a few French. The presence of other nationalities seemed negligible to us. Most travelers come mainly for hiking, but it’s also a prime spot for whale watching. Additionally, the seaside resorts of La Gomera—San Sebastián, Santiago, and especially Valle Gran Rey—are well-known destinations for hippies, especially German ones, ranging from chic boho hippies to old-school hippies who’ve been there for decades, quite similar to those you’d meet in India in Goa, Rishikesh, or Paharganj. Thus, practices like naturism, vegetarianism, and local organic production are quite well established in some areas.
Some practical info:
- The round-trip flight from Paris to Tenerife cost us 365 € per person (outbound with Transavia, return with EasyJet), including checked luggage and three seats reserved side by side.
- We chose two bases to explore the island: one week in Valle Gran Rey, reputed to be the most pleasant of the three seaside resorts, and one week in Hermigua, more mountainous and close to the natural park. We booked two houses with balconies and views: the first at 120 € per night, the second at 99 €.
- The round-trip ferry between Tenerife and La Gomera cost us 270 € with the company Baleària Canarias, including discounts for children aged 4 and 12, but I don’t have the exact details. It was a bit cheaper than with the other company, Fred Olsen.
- Finally, we rented a car through the agency Cicar for 360 € for 16 days, which comes to 22.50 € per day.
- Apart from that, we didn’t plan anything and decided the day before or even the morning of what we wanted to do. We didn’t invest in any paper guide on the Canaries, as information on La Gomera was scarce, but we used the very comprehensive site La Gomera Travel, a travel guide published by the Canary Islands Tourism Council, a real goldmine of almost exhaustive information on the island.
Alright, off we go for 16 days of adventure discovering La Gomera!
If you're looking for great tips and offbeat spots, if you love exploring uncharted parts of a country, if the exotic is your adrenaline, then move along!
Our 15 days in early May in this part of Turkey (a country I first discovered during a city trip to Istanbul in 2017) will only tread well-worn paths and revisit popular routes. Simply because I kept hoping until the very end that our flight to Jordan wouldn’t be canceled. Events in the Gulf proved me wrong, so we left with:
Zero preparation.
Not a single hotel booked (well, except the first one), no visits planned, just a flight ticket bought three weeks earlier. No guidebook, no app—just the desire to explore southern Turkey and Cappadocia, whose images and the chance to stretch our legs had caught my eye.
Oh, wait—I did bring along a new guide: Gemini! Yes, my friends, generative AI was my chief advisor throughout the trip for sites to visit, accommodations, routes, and even restaurants! An experiment I wanted to try to form my own opinion on using this new technology. And what better way to test it than a Turkish getaway?
The verdict? You’ll have to wait for the trip recap to find out!
The main idea of the trip is also relaxation.
So, the plan is Antalya for a few days, the Turkish Riviera for a few more, Cappadocia as the highlight, and a return via Antalya to wrap up the trip. And it was all planned by AI!
So, if you're ready, fasten your seatbelts—cabin crew, doors to automatic and cross check—boarding for Turkey now!
Hi everyone, I’m Patrick, 67 years old, a seasoned traveler (already 22 trips outside Europe).
In autumn 2025, I took my first 3-week trip to Japan, with stops in Tokyo, Kamakura, Matsumoto, Kamikochi, Takayama, Kanazawa, Kyoto, Nara, Osaka, Koyasan, Tokyo again, and Nikko.
I wanted to go back in May 2026 and explore some lesser-known places to complement my first trip.
Last year, there were four of us traveling together to discover Japan (a fairly classic itinerary). This time, I’ll be traveling solo for part of the trip and with a couple of French friends for the rest.
The weather was gorgeous in May, averaging around 25°C, with two very hot days in Kyoto and only two rainy days.
As usual, I organized everything myself, gathering plenty of information from various sites, including this one.
Transportation:
An ICOCA card is essential.
I got a 5-day Kansai-Hiroshima pass because I took the shinkansen between Hiroshima and Osaka three times, and it paid for itself quickly.
Accommodations:
Mostly through Booking. No issues at all. Average cost was 46 € per night.
Meals:
For breakfast, I alternated between buying food at a konbini to eat in my room or on the train and grabbing something at local cafés.
For lunch and dinner, I tried to vary my meals as much as possible—lots of sashimi, sushi, and ramen.
Okonomiyaki in Osaka and Hiroshima.
Oysters in every form (raw, grilled, fried) in Onomichi and Hiroshima.
A variety of seafood (shrimp, shellfish) in Hiroshima and Matsumoto.
Fish whose names often escaped me, but notably mackerel and eel (unagi).
Tempura and gyoza.
Chicken skewers (yakitori) and one teppanyaki meal.
One omakase meal (9 different dishes).
In the end, not much meat aside from a few yakitori skewers. No splurges on super expensive wagyu or Kobe beef.
Average dinner cost: 4,800 yen, drinks included.
The Itinerary:
Day 1: Departure from Brussels
Day 2: Arrival in Osaka
Day 3: To Himeji, then Kurashiki
Day 4: To Fukuyama, then Tomo no Ura, then Onomichi
Day 5: Cycling the Shimanami Kaido
Day 6: To Takahara, then Hiroshima
Day 7: To Kyoto to attend the Aoi Matsuri parade
Day 8: To Miyajima
Day 9: Hiroshima, then Kyoto
Day 10: Southern Kyoto
Day 11: Northern Kyoto
Day 12: Final day in Kyoto, then to Nagatsugawa
Day 13: Start of the Nakasendo Trail (Magome to Tsumago)
Day 14: Second day of the trail (Kiso Fukushima)
Day 15: Third day of the trail (Narai), then Matsumoto
Day 16: To Mt. Fuji (Kawaguchiko)
Day 17: To Tokyo
Day 18: Excursion to Enoshima and Kamakura
Day 19: Flight home, with a 10-hour layover in Hong Kong
Day 20: Arrival in Brussels
Il arrive souvent qu'on nous demande quoi visiter en Belgique .
Et les réponses ramènent le plus souvent à Bruges , Gand, Anvers et Bruxelles , avec raison , ces villes valant la peine d'être visitées 😉 .
Toutefois, la Belgique, bien que petite , ne se limite pas à ces 4 villes .
J'habite l'une d'entre elles ( Bruxelles) , passe avec plaisir du temps dans les trois autres , mais j'ai envie d'aborder d'autres coins moins connus , qui pourront compléter le séjour de ceux qui ont envie d'en voir un peu plus , ou de voir autre chose .
C'est qu'entre deux voyages , j'aime bien visiter l'un ou l'autre coin du pays où j'habite .
D'où l'idée d'un carnet de balades .
La plupart des endroits dont je vais parler peuvent être visités en faisant l'aller-retour le même jour , au départ de Bruxelles , que ce soit en transports en commun ou en voiture .
Dans l'ordre chronologique des sujets abordés :
- Le barrage de la Gileppe ( province de Liège) -message 2 , page 1
- Le domaine de La Hulpe ( Brabant wallon ) - message 3 , page 1
- Malines ( province d'Anvers ) message 4 , page 1
- La côte - message 5 , page 1
- Le Westhoek , au départ de La Panne - message 6 , page 1
- Le Zwin, au départ de Knokke - message 7 , page 1
- Lier ( entre Malines et Anvers ) - message 8 , page 1
- Mons (Hainaut) - message 9 , page 1
- La région de Florenville . - message 12 , page 1
- Les Cantons de l'Est - message 13 , page 1
- Dinant - message 18 , page 1
- Le jardin japonais d'Hasselt - message 24 , page 2
- Louvain message 29 , page 2
- Louvain-la-neuve - message 32 , page 2
- Ostende - message 42 (page 3) et message 166 (page 9)
- Les floralies de Grand-Bigard . - message 43 , page 3
- Le bois de Halle -message 44 , page 3
- Les pralines - message 54 , page 3
- Charleroi - message 68 , page 4
- Namur - message 92 , page 5
- Le Bois du Cazier ( Marcinelle) - message 95 , page 5
- Les couques et les gozettes - message 96 , page 5
- Liège - message 99 , page 5
- Tournai - message 115 , page 6 .
- Audenarde ( Oudenaarde ) - message 121, page 7
- Jardin botanique de Meise - message 124, page 7 .
- Tongres ( Tongeren ) - message 125 , page 7 .
- Château de Beersel ( Brabant flamand) - message 126, page 7 .
- Bruxelles confinée ( messages 150 et 154 , page 8 )
- L'hôpital Notre Dame à la Rose , à Lessines ( messages 161 et 162 , page 9 ) .
- Westende ( message 167, page 9)
je complète cette liste au fur et à mesure de l'avancement du carnet ...
This travel journal is therefore intended solely for my photos, to present a consistent style.
All the shots were taken with a simple Samsung Galaxy smartphone and with whatever was at hand.
All stays combined, I’ve spent the equivalent of a year at most in Thailand, and I’m no great expert.
However, after many trips, lots of reading on VoyageForum and other sites, and conversations with many locals as well as expats, my view of the country is becoming clearer, though it’s constantly evolving. You never stop discovering and learning.
I guess I wanted to deliver a puzzle, mainly for those who want to get an idea of the country here and for those who feel nostalgic about it.
I don’t know if this minimalist sharing will interest anyone, but it’ll do me good to put it together. After so many months without traveling and then these other long months with VF closed, there’s plenty of material available.
There’ll be a mix of places, periods, and subjects, but it might well be intentional.
I suspect many Thais have dogs because they make excellent guardians for the home. Nothing better to deter burglars or to signal the presence of a snake. You’ll often see Thais tapping the top of their dog’s head, but don’t be fooled: it’s a sign of affection from them. Judging by the dogs’ reactions, they’re used to it.
Thailand is one of the countries on the planet where rabies is still present, so keep that in mind. It’s not just bites that can be dangerous, so don’t let just any dog lick you. Especially on a wound, of course.
Even though dogs often fear humans—this dangerous and unpredictable predator—we still need to stay cautious.
Be careful when walking into alleys because the dog will defend its master’s big yard. Be careful at night, and be careful when they’re in packs.
It sometimes crosses our minds that Thailand isn’t all that made for walking around, and dogs are one of the reasons.
That said, it’s not uncommon to see them chasing bikes or scooters. Cars, though? Much rarer—they’re too big.
It seems Thais prefer to give their dogs freedom by not locking them behind gates. Though sometimes the gate is closed, the little side door is wide open. Oh, and sometimes there’s no gate in front of the property, or it’s been full of holes for years.
You’ll often see dogs sleeping on the roadside, sometimes right on the road. When you approach, they move aside nonchalantly—or not at all. It’s less funny when they suddenly appear from thick vegetation, reminding visitors not to drive too fast. As a result, you’ll notice that dogs with injuries or missing legs aren’t that rare.
Since they believe in reincarnation and respect for all forms of life, they don’t chase dog packs away too much, and they don’t sterilize them enough. When you see a small pack roaming freely in the countryside, you think twice about running into them at the edge of a field.
A darker side of this is that euthanasia isn’t often practiced. Twice, we saw dogs at death’s door in temples, enduring terrible suffering with no one to help. The image (and the smell) of one of them, agonizing and exuding the stench of death, still comes back to me sometimes.
Some of you may have seen the YouTube vlog of a French woman living in Phuket who was given a little pig by her Thai friends. The animal, well-fed, quickly became a happy and enormous beast with its own garden. Yet it didn’t take long for it to fall seriously ill and become incurable. In her video, the French woman described how difficult it was to find a vet willing to perform euthanasia.
You’ll often see bowls by the side of the road. Thais leave food and water there for stray cats and dogs. Overall, they have a big heart for animals.
If you ever pop into a shopping mall, you might see people pushing their small dogs in strollers. It’s not just for fun—these strollers are provided for customers to put their pets in, otherwise you can’t bring them inside. It looks a bit odd when you expect to see a baby.
This trip had been on my mind for about fifteen years.
But the discomfort of overnight stays, the difficulty of communication, and the prices of the few car rental options kept making me postpone the project.
And then, everything suddenly fell into place—I told myself, it’s time!
The preparations took longer than usual; the destination is still far from mainstream.
A bit of Kazakhstan?
Not in the end.
The south or not the south?
Yes, in the end.
Pre-book or go with the flow?
Only two stops were a leap into the unknown.
To help me find the ideal route, I made great use of this forum (thanks to everyone for patiently answering my questions!), pored over travel journals and blogs (Christian, Jeff), zoomed in on Google Maps and Yandex, and bought the guide published by OunTravela about this destination (the guide has been updated since).
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You’ve got your passport, international driver’s license, bank cards, and euros?
Off we go to Lyon—just one night left before our early morning flight.
Tomorrow night, we’ll be sleeping in Bishkek!
(Steak for my partner’s mischievous nephews...)
You’ll find here a post with some practical information.
And here, the version of the travel journal without comments.
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As a supplement, the route track.
Not necessarily ultra-accurate since Google has serious gaps for this destination...
January 2026
Here we go again for new adventures and the pleasure of sharing them with you here! First of all, I’d like to thank everyone who helped me with the preparations, even with some last-minute improvisations just days before departure. Thanks to Montagnard74, Jojoone1, Songsam, Attila, Dennis2, NadegerFERM, and the authors whose travel journals about Laos inspired me (Montagnard74, Muriel18, Mavietongs...).
In this story, written by Richard and illustrated by me, we’ll tell you about the journey of four friends: Catherine, Richard, Nathalie, and Bruno. A reinvented but overall successful trip, filled with discoveries and surprises, the scents of spices and frangipani flowers, (too) spicy food, sunsets, and... one big mess.
Come along, I'm taking you to this country where it's so nice to wander and slow down...
This trip was in 2023, but when I wanted to write my travel journal, VF was still closed to contributions...
So, now that I've just finished my Japan travel journal here, I figured it was high time to honor this destination we came back from so enchanted.
Disclaimer 1: This is a written travel journal. There’ll be text! Too much, for some!
Disclaimer 2: This is an illustrated travel journal. There’ll be photos! Too many, for some!
I have to say, every time I try to discipline myself, to keep it shorter, to include fewer photos... I end up adding more. It feels like my dear Aunt Nicole, who exhausted us with her slide-show evenings in the 70s/80s, decided to take her revenge. The upside for you, readers, is that you can slip away anytime without offending Aunt Nicole. I won’t even notice!
Anyway, since I love maps, here’s one to give you an idea of where I’m taking you. As you can see, we only saw a tiny part of Laos (the areas circled in red); we only had 3 weeks for ourselves (my husband’s newly retired, I still work), and we prefer taking our time over rushing around like crazy.
In broad strokes, it was very classic:
First, we “settled in” at Luang Prabang (8 days), because we wanted and needed to.
From there, we took three days to venture a little further north—not far in kilometers, but as we know, distances aren’t just about km!
Then we flew south to Paksé, letting ourselves drift down to the 4,000 Islands while stopping by the pre-Angkorian archaeological sites.
We wrapped up with the Bolaven Plateau.
A few practical notes: We arrived via Bangkok, then took a Bangkok-Luang Prabang flight, having picked up our luggage in Bangkok to check it in for Luang Prabang. No issues—the Bangkok airport, which many of you know, is very well organized.
We got our visas on arrival in Luang Prabang. Quick, but to be fair, we were on a “small” plane, and the big flights had arrived earlier, so we weren’t too crowded in line!
At the end of our trip, we didn’t fly out of Paksé but from the nearby airport in Thailand, Ubon Ratchathani (a 2.5-hour drive from Paksé), then Bangkok and Paris.
You’ll notice we skipped Vientiane to stay longer in Luang Prabang. That said, there’s now a high-speed train between Vientiane and Luang Prabang—good to know—and soon the (Chinese) train will go all the way to Bangkok and even Kuala Lumpur!
With that intro out of the way, let’s dive into the heart of the matter.
To be continued: Slowing down the pace... in Luang Prabang
I’d been wanting to discover Sulawesi for years. But then life happened—COVID, the cost of flight tickets, you name it. Long story short, years went by, but we finally set off as a family for a three-week trip in southern Sulawesi: Rammang Rammang, Rantepao, Sengkang, Bira, and Selayar.
I like to spend a good amount of time in the places I visit, giving myself the chance to really get to know the area and meet locals. So no island-hopping this time—just the south. But when I say "just," it’s not restrictive at all, given how rich this island is in landscapes, little encounters, and magical moments.
Wednesday 07/08 - Thursday 07/09:
We left Montpellier for what was supposed to be five flights, though we only took four to start, landing in Jakarta.
We picked up our luggage there to catch a flight to Makassar the next day. That’s the only way we could get an affordable ticket (702 €).
I won’t bore you with the flight details—there’s not much to say. We arrived at 7 PM and considered heading straight to Makassar that evening. But we opted for a recovery night before taking off again. Good thing we did, because my son’s suitcase was missing...
First contact with the locals was a bit stressful—a trip without your luggage isn’t exactly fun. But right away, a woman reassured us: the suitcase was just enjoying some extra time in Singapore. Maybe it was doing some last-minute shopping. Anyway, nothing serious—it was supposed to arrive at 9 AM the next day. That gave us some breathing room since our flight wasn’t until noon.
So off we went to our hotel (Days Hotel & Suites) near the airport. It was cheap (40 € for three rooms—my kids are older and need their space), but it wasn’t worth much more. The place had definitely seen better days. But no big deal—we were only there for the night, and... we got to watch France beat Morocco in the World Cup live at 3 AM. That’s what really mattered!
Friday 07/10: In search of the lost suitcase
First challenge of the morning: finding our missing suitcase. They sent us to the airport basement, to the staff entrance. We were greeted with smiles, and an airport employee led me through the underground corridors back to the baggage claim. Right on time at 9 AM, the suitcase arrived, just like they’d promised. We were finally complete!
Off we went to change terminals, grab a well-deserved meal, and board our fifth flight to Makassar.
Little side note: I struggled for a while trying to book domestic flights directly on the airlines’ websites with no luck. Without meaning to advertise (though I guess I am a little), I realized it’d be easier to use sites like tiket.com or Traveloka. That turned out to be a great choice—I even ended up booking hotels through them later in the trip.
12:40 PM: We were on our way to Makassar. First good news: we were the only tourists. Well, the only European tourists on the flight, anyway.
No, you’re not dreaming—the bag is full of... potato chip packets.
To each their own souvenirs, I guess...
When we arrived in Makassar, a driver was waiting to take us straight to Rammang Rammang: 250,000 IDR (12 €) to our guesthouse (Rammang Rammang House). Forget about meeting people on the bus—we were headed straight to the first stop of our trip, and it was already stunning.
My kids’ guesthouse:
Ours:
View of the little lake:
But not everything is straightforward around here.
I wanted to get a local SIM card for internet and calls. I found them expensive at Jakarta’s airport (20 € for 20 GB), so I decided to wait. Well, no luck in Rammang Rammang either. You can’t just buy one from the local shop—you need a Telkomsat store (they have the best coverage). So we’d have to wait for Rantepao to get Wi-Fi... When I say "local shop," I mean the little shack around the corner. No big deal—we’d find one easily in Rantepao for 5 € and 25 GB. So there we were, offline, just the four of us enjoying the amazing view.
Saturday 07/11: Rammang Rammang
We woke up early to the sound of wedding music blasting through the village (everyone’s invited!). Off we went to explore the area.
A little walking, a little boat ride (shared with a French tourist and a Polish one—yes, there *are* tourists here, just not many; 750,000 IDR for up to 8 people) through a lovely canal, and we discovered the karst site. It was peaceful and beautiful.
The river:
The karst site:
I hesitated about writing this travel journal...
This summer, we only did the classics (the 3 northern parks and Zanzibar) and let a local agency take care of everything from start to finish.
No craziness, no risks, no sleeping under the stars, no self-drive, no venturing off the beaten path, no incidents, and not even any delays in the pre-planned itinerary...
But don’t think we were disappointed!
The whole family (there were 6 of us) came back with smiles and memories of great moments spent together.
So, if you're looking for a "classic" way to discover Tanzania, this is the place to be.
Our 2-week itinerary:
- Arusha (1 night upon arrival)
- Tarangire (1 night)
- Ngorongoro (2 nights in Karatu then Irmisigiyo)
- Serengeti (3 nights in Robanda, Togoro Plains, and Seronera)
- Zanzibar Stone Town (1 night)
- Zanzibar Matemwe (3 nights)
- Zanzibar Jambiani (3 nights)
Okay, Palermo—we know it. We go there to marvel at the architectural wonders born from the Arab-Norman-Byzantine-Gothic mix. And rightly so. We also go to treat our taste buds to all kinds of delights, both savory and sweet. Again, rightly so. We go to succumb to the charms of Palermo’s women, their sun-kissed skin glowing with golden highlights. Still, rightly so. And all while fantasizing about a mafia we’ll never actually see. Anyway.
But you’ll also find street art everywhere, even in the historic center. Sometimes, you just need to step a few meters away from the main tourist highways like Cassaro, Via Maqueda, or the main arteries of the Ballarò, Capo, or Vucciria markets to stumble upon some amazing murals. Duck into one or two slightly grimy alleys, weaving past trash and crumbling walls, and you’ll find real gems.
For example, just 50 meters south of the main artery of the Mercato del Capo, there’s a great spot with dozens of murals in a tiny neighborhood of run-down mini-houses. You’ll find plenty more south of the Mercato di Ballarò, in the Albergheria (the grittier side, not the one near Cassaro). There’s some in Ballarò itself too, but it’s hard to spot when the market’s in full swing with stalls everywhere. La Kalsa isn’t left out either, nor is Vucciria—just step away from the restaurant-packed streets.
Here are a few examples that really caught my eye.
(In the heart of Albergheria, on a street every visitor walks down—lovely message from an unidentified artist)
We landed in Victoria Falls, Zimbabwe, and headed straight to Kasane in Botswana to pick up our car.
Our vehicle is a 4x4 because in Zambia, it's practically impossible to use anything else, especially in the national parks. I’ve already had the pleasure of visiting South Luangwa National Park—it’s one of the reasons for this trip, the main one being to travel in Africa with one of my sons.
First stop: Livingstone on the banks of the Zambezi River. Along the way, we discovered a lovely restaurant at Socrates with a super-friendly owner (we’ll actually stop there again on our way back). We spent our first night in the rooftop tent after a stunning sunset, accompanied by the grunting of hippos in the river.
The next day, we set off early, heading to Kafue NP. In fact, we’ll always leave early—waking up between 5:00 and 5:30 AM and hitting the road an hour later. Kafue is a lesser-known park, mostly forested, and the animals are skittish because they’re not used to human presence. We crossed the park from south to north and came across various antelopes. Near Lake Itezhi-Tezhi, there are plains where wildlife is easier to spot.
After Kafue, we headed to South Luangwa. This journey requires stops in Mumbwa and Petauke. Two pleasant stops where we found lodges (a nice change from the rooftop tent) at affordable prices and met welcoming people.
For me, South Luangwa is Zambia’s most beautiful park—the river is stunning, the landscapes are gorgeous, and there’s a wide variety of wildlife, including, of course, big cats. A tip for those, like us, who aren’t with a guide: if you’re staying near the park for several days, don’t hesitate to do a "game drive" to scout out where the animals are so you can return the next day with your own vehicle. Of course, in the dry season, you’ll want to focus on waterholes to see the animals—and you’ll need a bit of luck too. The elephant population is growing, and we were lucky enough to see around sixty elephants crossing the Luangwa at dawn, spread across several groups. South Luangwa is the westernmost point of our trip, and we’re now heading east to Lower Zambezi.
Lower Zambezi is Zambia’s side of Mana Pools on the Zimbabwe side. We took a boat ride on the Zambezi to see elephants, hippos, crocodiles, and a multitude of birds living along the water and on the river’s islands. The sunset there is also magnificent.
To explore the park, we followed the waterways parallel to the Zambezi, mostly on the western side (see our route). Lower Zambezi is the last park we visit, and the final leg of our trip will be Victoria Falls.
Victoria Falls—or Mosi-Oa-Tunya ("The Smoke That Thunders")—are truly impressive, even during the dry season. We saw the falls from both countries: in Zambia for the overall view and the bridge that serves as the border, and in Zimbabwe to get as close as possible to the most spectacular parts of the falls.
This marks the end of our trip, which, despite a blown tire on the road, went off without any major issues. Zambia is a beautiful country that immerses you in wild, still-preserved nature.
From Southern Shikoku, between land and sea, to the blue waters of Miyakojima and finally Tokyo’s megacity
Hi everyone,
I have to admit, I really hesitated before deciding to write this travel journal... Writing one takes a lot of time and energy, and since this is my 4th trip, I wondered if it would actually interest anyone other than myself (both for the discovery and the writing). But after a few "Are you going to write a journal?" requests and especially the renewed pleasure from reading other travelers’ travel journals about Japan or elsewhere on this forum or elsewhere, I’ve decided to share this 4th installment in the Land of the Rising Sun here.
The itinerary:
27 full days, from late May to late June 2025, right in the middle of the rainy season, including:
-->13 days in Shikoku, from Kochi (Kochi Prefecture) to Matsuyama (Ehime Prefecture)
-->7 days in Miyakojima (Okinawa Prefecture)
-->7 days in Tokyo
The trip was decided on fairly last-minute this year, as usual.
I regularly check flight prices to track fluctuations for this destination, even without concrete plans. Finding a slightly cheaper direct flight (900 €) than what I’d seen in previous months (around 1,200–1,400 € on average) for a Paris-Tokyo route with Japanese airline ANA was too tempting to resist the urge to return to this enchanting country. After long hesitations between exploring the San’in region (Matsue, Tottori, Yamaguchi) and southern Shikoku, the decision was made—I took the plunge! The tickets are booked: Paris to Kochi with a layover in Tokyo, all with ANA, the airline I’d been dreaming of... for 1,120 € per person. Okay, it’s not cheap, but it’s still better than in 2023.
We leave in 2 weeks!! Now it’s just a matter of getting everything ready!
Intense work ahead in these 2 weeks to:
finalize a more precise itinerary and reach an agreement—yep, because even though we both love Japan, our preferences differ slightly, and we have to choose between exploring new places or taking time to revisit beloved spots...
decide how much time to spend in each selected area without rushing while still exploring
research places that might interest us and watch videos about Japan
book accommodations: yes, it’s possible to do this on the spot as we go, but last year, we noticed that last-minute options were pretty expensive, so we’re booking ahead—even if it means keeping a few options open while we decide or see if better deals pop up later
reserve rental cars
order yen
check the weather regularly and wonder if choosing the *tsuyu* (rainy season) was really a good idea—and whether we’ll be stuck in non-stop rain???
What a tough job, right? Traveling to Japan for a month—such a hard life!
Despite this being my 4th trip, the excitement is just as intense as the first time.
The only small downside is that when we booked the flight tickets, there were only a few seats left, so we’re only sitting together on the international return flight. Plus, on the outbound flight, we’ve got the middle seats.
Another lingering question: what French-language films will be available? According to the internet, the selection seems limited.
Oh well, these are just minor details—it’s almost time to fly!
PS: I’ll be posting slowly and irregularly... so for those interested, be patient or maybe set an alert...
Before Our Departure
Preparing for this trip started 9 months before our departure in June. For those planning a similar itinerary, it’s important to book accommodations well in advance, especially in the Okavango and Savuti campsites—otherwise, you might not find any availability.
Introduction
After visiting Zambia three years ago and Namibia and western Botswana a year and a half ago, this year we chose Zimbabwe (Hwange NP) and the northern half of Botswana.
Our flight from Paris was to Victoria Falls with Ethiopian Airlines, with a layover in Addis Ababa. We rented a 4x4 from Bushlore in Kasane, complete with two rooftop tents since there are four of us on this adventure. Bushlore picked us up from our guesthouse to collect our 4x4 and, most importantly, gave us a rundown of the vehicle and its equipment. Pay close attention to what they tell you—it could be crucial if something goes wrong, as it did for us during the trip.
Our Itinerary
We arrived on June 12th at noon. At Victoria Falls Airport, we got our double-entry visa right away—I’d already pre-booked it online on the site https://www.evisa.gov.zw/.
Since our vehicle was in Botswana, we had to cross the border from Victoria Falls into Botswana for the first time.
The next morning, Bushlore picked us up from our guesthouse to collect our 4x4. After completing the formalities, we headed toward Zimbabwe and the town of Victoria Falls.
We woke up early the next morning to be at Victoria Falls at sunrise. The scenery was stunning, but since it was the start of the dry season, the Zambezi was still high, so the falls had a strong flow. This made it hard to fully appreciate their beauty.
In the early afternoon, we left for Hwange NP, where we stayed for 4 days. Two days at Gwango campsite near Dete, followed by two days at Robins Camp. We expected to see more animals at Robins, but that wasn’t the case. In Hwange, we didn’t spot any predators, but we did see plenty of mammals (buffalo, elephants, giraffes, zebras, and antelopes).
After a few days in Zimbabwe, we crossed back into Botswana at Pandamatenga. We stopped at Nata Lodge for a good night’s rest—driving on the dirt roads is exhausting.
We left Nata and headed toward Nxai Pan. The road was sandy but manageable. We made a small detour to admire some beautiful baobabs at "Baines Baobabs." Then we continued to our campsite, Nxai Pan South Camp. Keep in mind that many campsites in Botswana aren’t fenced (except for the shower/toilet areas), so animals can roam freely within the camp. Take precautions, especially after dark.
After our stop in Nxai Pan, we headed to Maun. We decided to break our journey in Maun before heading to Moremi and the Okavango Delta for three reasons: first, we needed to stock up on supplies and fuel for the next 5 days; second, our fridge had broken (luckily, Bushlore has a branch in Maun); and third, the drive from Nxai to our camp in Xakanaxa in the delta would’ve taken too long. I always avoid driving after dark.
We arrived at our Xakanaxa camp on June 21st in the early afternoon. Not wanting to waste time, we booked a boat ride on the Okavango Delta, leaving at 4:00 PM for a 2-hour sunset cruise. For those interested, to the right of the Xakanaxa X1 site, there’s a sign for boat rides. The organizer is very professional and offers prices that are nothing like those of the lodges.
It was a beautiful ride through the delta with a stunning sunset. Being on a boat is much more relaxing than driving on the dirt roads. That didn’t stop us from doing self-drive safaris the next morning and late afternoon, though.
Then came the time to leave the delta and head toward Savuti, a much drier region. And that’s when the toughest part of our trip began. First, we decided to go up via Khwai. The rainy season was over, but the area was still marshy. We had to cross a few small water patches, testing the depth to make sure we could get through. Luckily, a sign on the road pointed us toward a drier route. We reached Khwai without any issues, but then we made a major mistake. Instead of taking the main track toward Mababe Gate to reach Savuti Camp, we took a straight path north and then a right turn to get to our camp. Bad call—we got stuck in the sand, with one rear wheel buried halfway and a front wheel off the ground. We were genuinely scared we wouldn’t get out, especially since we were on a deserted track, 20 kilometers from our destination, with night falling in two hours. This is where paying attention to the vehicle instructions really paid off—we had to use the jack to get out of the mess. The result: we arrived at Savuti campsite just before dark (Distance: 146.3 km, Duration: 9 hours, 56 minutes, and 3 seconds, Average speed: 14.7 km/h, tracked with Osmand). At reception, the staff couldn’t understand how we’d gotten there—we hadn’t passed through any of Savuti’s reserve entry gates.
The next morning, no one felt like driving, so we did a game drive with a guide. I don’t know if it was some kind of reward, but the outing was amazing. We saw three lions and, best of all, a pack of African wild dogs that we had time to admire and photograph. The next day, we did a short self-drive and found one of the lions from the day before drinking at a waterhole. That was the end of our Savuti adventure.
Now we’re heading to Kasane. We returned our vehicle and settled in for our last two nights there. The next morning, since we no longer had a car, we decided to do one last early-morning game drive in Chobe NP. It turned out great—we followed two brother lions and saw plenty of other mammals. The only downside of Chobe is the number of tourists, which was a change from the other parks we’d visited. That said, we’re tourists too, so...
In the evening, we took one last boat ride on the Chobe River to end on a high note with a beautiful sunset.
After a good night’s sleep and plenty of wonderful memories, landscapes, animals, and emotions, it was time to leave. We left early in the morning with the same taxi company as before to cross the border into Zimbabwe one last time and head to the airport, where we took off to return to France.
We all have two lives. And the second one kicks off the day you realize you only have one, with the determination to spend the time you have left on what truly adds sparkle to your life, Kevin! I like to elegantly introduce a trip with a philosophical quote. First, it gives you the illusion that I’m some kind of deep thinker, and second, it lets me fill up the first few lines of my blank page when I don’t know how to tell you I’m diving back into what really lights up my life: another adventure beyond the horizon! And nearly every other year, like a toxic relationship, my horizon tends to take shape in Uncle Sam’s backyard. And this, despite his cousin Donald calling the shots. Speaking of which, it was partly that impulsive guy who pushed us to be just as impulsive and snag our four flight tickets at a ridiculously low price—a direct result of foreign tourism taking a hit from BetaMax’s repeated antics... Four tickets? Who are the other lucky ones? In this case, our lucky ones are actually lucky ladies: My Flo, always up for exploring the world with me on foot, camelback, or scooter, is obviously in on the fun. The other two seats went to our daughters, Sasha and Luna, both thrilled to be part of this new American adventure...
But what’s the American West like in February?... A gamble. Let’s call it Russian roulette since we’re not landing during peak weather season. That’s why we encouraged our transportation and accommodation to get cozy and produce a little camper van, so we can stay ultra-flexible in the face of any weather tantrums. We’ll be roaming in Kara the van with the motto "Follow the sun!" Bad weather? We bolt. Snow? We speed up. Sunny? We act like it was the plan all along and soak it up.
"Okay, but why keep coming back to the same corner of the globe? After ten American adventures, you must be tired of seeing the same things, right?" But I’m not crazy, you know!... The American West is like making love to your gorgeous wife over and over, always enjoying it just as much. And contrary to what you might think, the American West isn’t just the Grand Canyon, Monument Valley, Las Vegas, and Bryce Canyon. Proof is, after ten trips to the U.S., my retinas are still untouched by three-quarters of the places I scribbled on a napkin for this adventure... Oh, and add to that my wife, who I’ve easily converted to my religion, and boom... relapse is even easier! Because yes, we’ve landed in Los Angeles after a sunny flight over Greenland, still under Danish flag for now. And we’re already heading east through the XXL traffic of L.A.’s eight-lane highways, eager to dive into our first discoveries. But first, night is taking over the sky, and second, we’ve been officially awake for 24 hours, so I suggest wrapping up this intro. I’ll tell you more tomorrow morning. Sound good?
This travel journal aims to help future travelers (well, I hope so!), since there’s so little information available about this remote archipelago. Big thanks to Lolodesiles and Ayis for answering my questions while I planned this trip!
Context
This is our fourth trip to Indonesia as a couple—after Java-Bali in 2011, Flores-Komodo in 2013, and Sulawesi in 2016—each time for three weeks. It’s also our tenth trip to Southeast Asia overall.
We’re traveling like we have in previous years: with a rough itinerary that often changes based on who we meet, tips from other travelers, how tired we are, or what we’re feeling in the moment. In the Moluccas, it’ll change constantly, mostly depending on transportation.
Our only accommodation booking: the first few nights in Ambon when we arrive.
Planned route (to be refined on the spot): Ambon - Banda Islands - Lease Islands - Ternate - Tidore - Halmahera (between Sofifi and Tobelo) - Morotai and the neighboring unnamed archipelago.
Flights: Lyon-Paris-Singapore on Air France (428 € round-trip), with good meals, champagne, and wine (we like our little comforts when going on vacation 😏). Then Singapore-Jakarta-Ambon on Air Asia and Garuda.
Return flight: Ternate-Jakarta-Singapore on Lion Air, with a 3-day stopover in Singapore before heading home.
Episode 1: Ambon to Banda
Our guesthouse, booked two days before departure, is 45 minutes from Ambon Airport, near Natsepa Beach (northeast of Leihitu). It’s a pretty average beach—quiet on weekdays but packed on Sundays (we saw the difference). It’s lined with warungs.
This rainy day helps us readjust to the atmosphere of this country we love so much.
Our “Solim Guesthouse” is a lovely house with a living/dining room and garden, costing 15 € per night for two, including a hearty breakfast.
Dinner is at Gaba Gaba, a great restaurant just a short walk away, right by the water, recommended by our host. Fun fact: it’s in the Lonely Planet, and it might be the only LP-listed spot in the Moluccas that actually matches the description (the others either don’t exist or have nothing to do with what’s advertised 😠).
For the next two days, the super-friendly owner lends us his scooter. We set off to explore the coastal villages in northern Leihitu (the western part of Ambon Island, which has a weird shape).
Laundry and trucks washed in the same stream.
Liang Beach, described as the island’s most beautiful, is almost gone (climate change or something else?), but the colors are magical.
We continue 25 km toward a snorkeling spot our host recommended, taking a gorgeous, deserted little road through tiny villages in clove plantations (oh, those unforgettable scents!), stunning coves, and dense forest.
We’re greeted dozens of times with “Hello Mister”—a daily routine in the Moluccas. Every time we stop, we pose for photos to be saved on locals’ smartphones. They don’t see tourists often.
We ask for directions to the snorkeling spot (not easy—we only know basic Indonesian like *Selamat pagi*, *siang*, *sore*, and other polite phrases). Not many people know where it is (especially since we never know which village we’re in), but we eventually reach a small village that seems to be the right place. 🙂
We ask a local to take us there by boat (it’s not reachable by land).
The spot is at most 100 meters long, but the coral is in good condition (apparently not dynamited by fishermen, unlike in other parts of this beautiful country where fishing methods are destructive and nature pays the price 😠). The fish are plentiful and diverse. It’s a great start before heading to Banda. We’re happy to have the place to ourselves… though we don’t yet realize we won’t see a single tourist for the rest of the trip!
After two days of rest, we head to Tulehu Port in the morning, aiming for the Banda Islands. We know the journey is often tricky: the Pelni ferry runs twice a month but doesn’t match our dates, the 10-seat Suzi Air plane is always full (you can’t book—you have to show up on Mondays and Fridays), and it’s often canceled due to weather. So we opt for the Tuesday speedboat (which also gets canceled if there are waves or wind), with the next one on Saturday.
We’re used to Indonesian ports—crowded, rusty boats, no English speakers—but we still feel lost. When I ask about the speedboat to Bandaneira, people gesture wildly, someone takes me to the “harbor office,” then tells me there’s no boat, others try to sell me tickets, and some just say, “No boat.”
Luckily, an English-speaking local approaches us and confirms the speedboat is broken. The next one will be Saturday *if* it’s fixed—otherwise, even later. 🤪 😠
We’re crushed. We came here for the Banda Islands… 🙁
We decide waiting five days for a maybe-boat isn’t an option, so we decide to head straight to North Moluccas, which was planned for later. We’re so disappointed we don’t even want to stay in the area. The Lease Islands don’t appeal to us despite what we’ve read, and Seram would deserve its own trip with its remote mountain tribes.
Huge disappointment—we’d been dreaming of Banda for months, with its incredible drop-offs like Bunaken, its islands covered in nutmeg trees, etc. I’d read that Banda is in the world’s top 5, alongside Bunaken (amazing—we went in 2016), Komodo (incredible—we went in 2013), Sipadan, and another spot I’ve forgotten.
We take a taxi back to Ambon (45 minutes) to a travel agency to buy plane tickets to Ternate. There’s a daily ATR72 flight at noon—perfect timing.
Ambon is the capital of South Moluccas (or Central, depending on who you ask!) with 300,000 people. The city doesn’t seem unpleasant, but we don’t stop.
On the plane, there are only about ten passengers for 72 seats. The flight attendants are stunning, as always with Wings Air—clearly, they’re hired for their looks. 😊
Stopover in Bacan—a runway in the middle of coconut trees serving a tiny town—then we fly over countless volcanoes, the last one towering over Ternate.
Bonjour,
De retour sur le forum - et première rédaction d'un espèce de carnet de retour de notre 4ème voyage en Indo.
Contexte : une trentaine de jours, en scooter et en duo, sur Florès (et une petite incursion dans l'archipel de Solor, plus précisément à Lembata (chut, faut pas trop en parler !!!), qui donne envie d'en faire beaucoup plus là bas malgré les infrastructures sporadiques), en partie dans des destinations déjà bien connues du forum (la classique Ruteng / Bajawa / Riung / Moni voir baie de Maumere) ... et qui ne parlera pas du PN de Komodo ou de Wae Rebo, puisque nous n'y sommes pas allés 🏴☠️.
Texte en anglais (issu d'une autre plateforme). Sans nul doute, des traducteurs intelligents ou pas marcheront à merveille en cas d'anglophobie 🤪.
Disponible à toute fin utile pour des détails ou infos.
Equippement : Yam' Nmax 155 ; 2x saccoches cavalières (25L) + sac de selle (30L) + saccoche tunnel (15L pour le matos photo) ; casques et vêtements d'enduro amenés depuis la France.
Itinéraire : boucle depuis Labuan bajo jusqu'à Pulau Lembata ; juillet-août 2026
Road conditions graded from A (excellent) to D (very bad, at least for a Scooter… a CRF/KLX or even honda ADV would do better on that)
D1 : Labuan Bajo – Reok via Ranggoe, Rego & Tagol (130km ; 5hrs). Section LBajo – Rego (90 km ; B) is quite good tarmac, despite a lot of elevation with many small valleys and passes. Rego – Tagol (10km ; D) is a stone road (not gravel), some ascents & very poor condition ; necessary to lower tyre pressure. Tagol – Reok port (22km, quality depends considerably from D to B). Reok port – Towncenter : B. Night @Iffah Homestay (100k for fan room, mandi attached, no breakfast), simple but clean. Notes : path to danau Sano Limbung was closed ; access to Tiwu Pai & Wae Kuli (waterfalls) not permitted in july 2026.
D2 : Reok – Riung via Pota (105km ; 3h-3h30). The road is very narrow in some part, thanks to the uncut bushes (lowering visibility hence extra caution as animals/people can suddenly appear in a turn…) but generally good condition except many eroded sections and some unpaved ones. Grade C/B. 2 nights @Mentos (285k for AC room)
D3 : Boat tour in Riung (booked directly with a captain, 800k for two for private boat incl. lunch and NP fees) + sunset from Watu Mitong Riung (should not be missed).
D4 : Riung – Muku Saki via Mbay (around 100km ; 3h30). Quality varies from A in the vicinity of Mbay to eroded sections (C) in secluded places. Night @Sao Paolo Homestay (250k for fan room with mandi, maybe overpriced but nice house and great food). Note : if you happen to pass by Mbay on Saturday, the market is well worth a stop (cheapest Ikat on the trip : you’ll be asked normal prices providing you’re OK in Bahasa…)
D5 : Muku Saki – Tanjung Kajuwulu (near Ndete) (90km, 3h). Many patholes, eroded (C). Night at Déjà Vu Homestay (220k for a matress on the floor & outside mandi/toilets ; I woud define this as a tourist trap – the quote we had for food was double priced too…)
D6 : Tanjung Kajuwulu – Waiterang (east of Maumere, 55km , 1h30). Pathholes till maumere, then All good (TransFlores), C/A. Night at Sunset Cottage (new concrete room, very serene place ; 270k for AC with bathroom ; much prefered Sunset over Lena House (more customers, more built up).
D7 : Waiterang – Larantuka via Boru and Eputobi (TransFlores ; grade A ; 115km / 2h40). Particularly liked the drink stalls (marked as Rest Area Eputobi) and the out of order aquatic park just before Larantuka (obyej wisata waiplatin). Night @ Dewy Onong Homestay, which is not advertising itself as Larantuka Beach Homestay as some contributor signals here and on goole maps review. Best breakfast of the trip (Cumi Cumi !!!) ; 275k for AC room with bathroom.
D8 : Local Boat (Kapal Kayu) from the main port to Lembata (Lewoleba). Departure 8am ; price 60k/head + 50k for the bike. Stop enroute on Adonara (where we did not stop due to fights between communities). Night @Elmany Homestay (275k for AC room with bathroom, fan room with shared bathroom also available). Whole afternoon at Pantai Hadakewa, fantastic place (good snorkeling, great views of Ile Api aka Gn Lewotolo). Road condition : A (did not expect the TransLembata to be that good…).
D9 : Loop around Ile Api (50km, 2hrs), anticlockwise. Stops enroute at Situs Tulang Paus (whale squeletton), pantai Jotona, pantai Wena (we expected to snorkel from there, but wind was very strong that day), situs Watu Nale, Selat Sonia. The western coast is far less interesting. Road conditions : bad (C) on the eastern side (up to Riangbeda), good (B/A) afterwards. Night @Elmany Homestay.
D10 : Lewoleba – Lamalera via the western and south coast (70km, 2h30). Good road (B) for roughly the first 55km (up to Tapobali), then eroded track for the last 15km (in some parts steep and dangerous) up to Lamalera (D/C). Notes : 1/ Kuma resort denied us the entry for some drink ; 2/Pantai Waijarang « complex » is abandonned but closed with fences ; you can still sneak in ; 3/ some reports advise to skip Bukit Cinta (foreigner entry fee) for Bukit Doa Watomiten (stations of the cross) ; well Bukit Cinta has also been abandonned (well spent money…sic) but remains opened with structures falling (quickly) appart. Night @Lamalera Inn (200k per head including meals ; very basic fan room + attached mandi). Planned 2 nights, spent only one, as it’s the only tenant I had difficulties with (only interested in money, initially stated crazy prices, starts loud music at 6am … and drinking moke at 8am…)
D11 : Trip to Wulandoni for the Barter Market (Saturday only). Bad road (C) along the coast. Had to report at the Kantor upon arrival, which quite surprisingly asked 100k per person (foreigner) to go inside the (outside) market. Other « local » tourists (a group from Jakarta) were not asked to pay. Well, since a market is a public space and not a zoo, we refused payment and enjoyed the activity from the kopi stall next to it. Returned then to Lamalera for the catches of the day, then to Lewoleba via the mountain road (45km, 2 hours). First 10km to Puor is in very bad condition and uphill (D/C). The remaining is on a newly constructed road (A). Note : Air Panas Sabutobo is abandonned and falling apart (again…) but there are still some water pipes along the river that you can enjoy (depending how lucky you are, just with the forest sounds as companion). Night @Elmany Homestay
D12 : Chill day alond the northern coast (Batu Payung, Pantai Hadakewa with lot of snorkeling, drove till Wailolong and backtracked to Pantai Lewolein for more snorkeling (nice canyons there !) and another fantastic sunset over Ile Api (see GMaps pictures)). Night @Elmany Homestay
D13 : Monday weekly market at Pada, southwest of Lewoleba. Renowned but honnestly dont plan any itinerary specifically for it, just an ordinary Kampung weekly market. Returned to Larantuka and Flores with the 12pm local boat (the same boat that leaves from Larantuka at 8am). Same prices as the first leg. Night @ Dewy Onong Homestay
D14 : Larantuka – Waiterang along the northern coast (100km, 3h) via Pantai Kawaliwu, Tewuk Lewokluok (trail is easy to find, very nice snorkelling in a lagoon), Pantai Lato (to my opinion the most beautiful beach on Flores and you’ll be the only visitor, as opposed to Pantai Koka) and Pantai Hia, until rejoining the TransFlores near Nebe. Grade C on the costal eroded road / track. 3 nights @Lena Guesthouse (booked ahead as it fills up quickly, but we prefered its neighbour Sunset Beach Guesthouse)
D15 : Snorkeling trip organised by Lena Guesthouse (200k per head excluding NP fees and lunch)). The drop-off near Pulau Babi is a very nice spot.
D16 : scooter day trip around the Egon Range (too lazy to hike it…), through nice Sikka villages (route : Watublapi, Umauta, Bola, pantai Doreng, Nakatoli, foot of Gn Egon, Air panas Blidit). The track from Natakoli to the foot of Gn Egon is very steep, damaged and wet (with moss) ; I would recommend not to attempt that in case of bad weather.
D17 : Waiterang – Moni (130km, 3h30, transflores grade A/B) via Pantai Koka (refused to pay the mafia entry fee…) and Jopu (some rumah Adat Lio). Stopped at Museum Bikon Blewut, south of Maumere. Very nice artefacts (especially wooden statues from Papuan, great ikat collection) although very disorganized and sadly non-visited (hence masterpieces fall into oblivion). 2 Nights @Liahz Lodge (150k for fan room, basic bathroom… but right next to Air Panas Liasembe (free, no closing time) !!!).
D18 : Sunrise from Kelimutu with a nice weather (stayed until 8.30am). I don’t know if the sunrise is really worth it (lot of people ascending and watching the sunrise – a lot but nothing compared to e.g. Gn Bromo), nearly everyone going down around 7am, then there is virtually nobody. Trip (20km one way, good road B) to Kampung Adat Nggela (Lio). Although the village is habited and mostly out of the beaten path, I have mixed fillings due to the fact that most ladies (some are pushy) try to sell you (bad) pieces of ikat.
D19 : Moni – Ende via Detusoko paddy fields, Kampung Adat Saga (Lio) and Puncak Ndona ; 75km 2h30. We really liked Saga (nice setting on the mountain, friendly villagers, no selling, mix between traditional and more modern houses in that lively village). Sunset from Bukit Raja, on the peninsula with a 360 view on Gn Iya, Gn Meja Kota Ende and the mountains behind. Note : at the end of the road (search for Gunung Meja Tourist Info Center), there is a (sand) track leading to the path. 1/ only intend the track if you have off road driving experience ; 2/ dont trust the walking time stated by Maps.me. Took us 45mins on a steady pace to reach the summit. Night @Hoja Homestay, 300k for a comfortable AC room with bathroom.
D20 : Ende – Bajawa, via Air Panas Mengeruda ; grade A, 120km, 3 hours. Note : don’t plan to short in Mengeruda (Soa), very easy to spend a half day there, especially if playing with local kids. Stay @Cinnamon GH, 250k for double with fan and hot shower (cheaper options with shared hot shower availlable).
D21 : First day in Bajawa : Watu Nari Wowo (Avatar Hill, sic…), Kampung Adat Ngada Tololela & Gurusina (very very friendly people, complementary views of Gn Inerie & Wolo Deru). Sunset from Puncak Manulalu (well… Heaven’s door Bar & Restaurant)
D22 : Second day in Bajawa : Kampung Adat Ngio (hardly visited, best view on Gn Inerie), Air Panas Malanage, Kampung Adat Bena (the most visited Ngada village (after Bela ?) in the area, we went there at the end of the afternoon to avoid tours, early morning would be fine too), and Gunung Wolobobo for a terrific sunset
D23 : returned to Gunung Wolobobo for sunrise with Gn Ebulobo in the distance (search for a track on the eastern slope, near the communication antenna). You can circuit the rim to the usual viewpoint (westside, sunset spot), the path is easy to find. Then took again the road to Aimere, visiting Kampung Adat Belaraghi enroute (the setting is maybe less rewarding than all the previous villages). 56km ; 1h30. The road to Belaraghi is fine, except the final part.
D24 : Aimere – Ruteng (105km, 3h30). Nice detour by the paddy fields of Wodo (southwest of Golo Loni) of Sunset from Golo Curu (nice encounters with locals). Night @Tange GH, 130k for room with outside (private) bathroom, no breakfast.
D25 : Surroundings of Ruteng (paddy fields north and east of ruteng ; Maps.me has funny tracks starting from Kenda), and the rather pleasant city itself (pasar, churches, lapangan). We finally skipped Liang Bua.
D26 : Ruteng - Labuan Bajo (130km, 3h30). No visits of the waterfalls close to the TransFlores (entry fee (with bule prices) + mandatory guide etc…). Sunset from Bukit Hercadi with very few locals (Bukit Sylvia & Bukit Amelia, just south, were packed). 2 nights @Wellamas Homestay, away from the harbour and its advantages/disadvantages. 230k for comfortable AC room with hot shower.
D27 : New road to Golo Mori Convention Center (another big money well spent…), with nice views on the strait separating Flores from Pulau Rinca. Some empty beaches (e.g. Pantai Pasir Pajang ; we were there on a weekday perhaps frequented by people from LBajo only). 30km (40 mins) one way, perhaps the fastest road of Flores…
D28 : Morning on the peninsula north of Labuan Bajo before taking a flight to Jakarta in the afternoon. On Google maps, the asphalt road only goes to Teras Langit ; it now (august 2026) continues to Puncak Basok and is still in progress towards the eastern part of the peninsula. On the way back, two other nice Bukit where you can enjoy nice views on the bay (and the resorts…) : Bukit Lontar & Bukit Beta. Note : we only found one public (and nice and quiet) beach in the area ; tagged as Sunset Point Beach on Gmaps. All the rest was closed by fences ; they are privately owned (although the Indonesian consitution grants the coastline as public space).
We're a family of five: one dad, one mom, and three kids aged 10, 15, and 18.
Before diving into each stop in more detail, here are a few general thoughts:
We wanted to sample a bit of everything Japan has to offer in terms of landscapes, accommodation, and transport. We were after walks, temples, restaurants, shopping, and some downtime—but no "all-inclusive experiences" or museums for this first visit.
Three medium-sized (60x42x25) canvas suitcases, plus a duffel bag and a few small backpacks. 23 kg in the hold on the way out, 60 kg on the way back. 36 kg of shopping, without even trying. I think this is the maximum suitcase size if you don’t want to stress on the Shinkansen: they fit easily in the overhead racks.
Round-trip with Cathay Pacific, layover in Hong Kong: no need to collect luggage in Hong Kong—we checked it in at departure and picked it up in Tokyo, and the same on the way back (checked in Osaka, picked up at our final destination). This let us explore Hong Kong without worrying about our bags. Food and entertainment were pretty good—meals included a little Häagen-Dazs on each flight, and the entertainment had way more Asian cinema than you’d find on a Western airline, which was a nice way to see how much weight Western culture carries in Asia.
The original plan was to fly directly from Ishigaki to Hong Kong, but due to Typhoon Dolphin, we had to cancel the Ishigaki leg. Cathay didn’t bat an eye about swapping the Ishigaki-HK flight for an Osaka-HK one, even though it was twice as long.
We were a bit too attached to the idea of ending the trip with some beach time and replaced Ishigaki with Shirahama. It was a mistake—we should’ve visited Hiroshima or spent a little more time in Tokyo instead.
Last February, I made a trip using "public transport" from France to southern Senegal via Spain, Morocco, Western Sahara, and Mauritania.
It’s a journey of about 5,000 km, where I took trains (as far as Marrakech), ferries (to cross Gibraltar and then to reach Casamance from Dakar), and mostly buses on the long desert straightaways. I hadn’t planned any stops in advance or booked any hotels, except for the very first train to Spain, which left plenty of room for the unexpected.
Why travel by land and sea? In recent years, flight-free travel has been gaining popularity. On social media, posts explaining how to cross Europe by train as quickly as possible go viral. Traveling without flying—and making sure people know about it—has become a great way to earn a badge of eco-responsibility: an essential totem for anyone wanting to prove both their dedication to the ecological cause and the wisdom of slow travel.
I haven’t flown in years, and this journey to West Africa could easily be filed under "responsible travel." But it wouldn’t be honest to say that: in reality, it wasn’t really my aversion to flying that motivated this long trek. I see overland travel primarily as a way to experience the world’s geography at a grounded, earthly pace—the pace of the locals. Besides, I’ll be flying back, which disqualifies any claim to being a model of sustainability.
So no eco-badge, and no adventurer’s badge either: you won’t find any heroic tales of camel rides in lost lands or mineral train wagons in this account (popular with influencers, the Mauritania iron ore train now attracts tourists from all over the world, turning "the experience" into something you "have to do at least once in your life"). This five-part story, written on the road, has no other ambition than to recount a journey through places and people, and to share the thoughts they inspire in me. As simply and, I hope, as humbly as possible.
I’m posting the episodes here, which you can also find on my blog (with more photos) at the following links:
Episode 1: Spain, from Avignon to Algeciras
Episode 2: Morocco, from Tangier to Tarfaya
Episode 3: Western Sahara, from Tarfaya to Guerguerat
Episode 4: Mauritania, from Guerguerat to Nouakchott
Episode 5: Senegal, from Rosso to Saloulou
To help those who might want to make the same trip, I’ve also put together a summary of the route with recommendations—you can read it at the end of the story and on the blog:
From France to Senegal Without Flying: Route and Itinerary Recommendations
Hello and welcome aboard this new travel journal!
We’re heading off to Ireland together—a country I’ve wanted to explore for a very long time.
The moment has finally arrived.
We’ll be traveling as a family—my wife, my husband, and our 7-year-old daughter.
Here’s our itinerary:
24/07: Flight from Marseille to Dublin, overnight in Dublin
25/07: Dublin, overnight in Dublin
26/07: Dublin, overnight in Dublin
27/07: Pick up rental car, drive to Dingle, overnight near Tralee on the peninsula
28/07: Visit the Ring of Kerry
29/07: Adare, Bunratty Castle, Galway, overnight in Outheragh, near Galway
30/07: Cliffs of Moher, overnight in Outheragh
31/07: Connemara, overnight in Outheragh
01/08: Drive to Sligo via Westport and Downpatrick Head, overnight in Sligo
02/08: Slieve League, Silver Strand Beach, Glencolmcille, overnight in Sligo
03/08: Drive to Derry via Glenveagh National Park, overnight in Derry
04/08: Giant’s Causeway, Dunluce Castle, Portrush, Derry, overnight in Derry
05/08: Drive to Belfast, visit Belfast, overnight in Lisburn (Belfast suburbs)
06/08: Game of Thrones filming locations: Dark Hedges, Carrick-a-Rede, Ballintoy, etc., overnight in Lisburn
07/08: Drive to the Wicklow Mountains, visit Wicklow Mountains National Park, overnight in Blessington
08/08: Drive back to Dublin and return to Marseille.
Cost breakdown:
Flights:
Outbound flights with KLM via Amsterdam for 3: 175 € + 40,000 Flying Blue miles (so essentially a free ticket)
Return flight with Aer Lingus for 3: 489 €
Rental car:
10 days booked with Enterprise via Carigami: 443 € including zero-excess insurance.
Accommodation:
Dublin: 3 nights at Maldron Hotel New Cross: 394 €
Tralee: 2 nights in a caravan (Ocean Trail Oasis): 292 €
Outheragh: 3 nights Airbnb, family room with private bathroom: 430 €
Sligo: 2 nights at Clayton Hotel: 456 €
Derry: 2 nights at Belfray Inn: 255 €
Lisburn: 2 nights at Temple Golf Club: 232 €
Blessington: 1 night at Baltyboys Lodges B&B: 158 €
That brings our total to 3,325 € for three.
On the ground, visits, fuel, and food cost around 2,500 €.
So this was quite an expensive trip.
A few price examples:
1 liter of unleaded fuel: 1.89 €
3-day pass in Dublin: 18 €
1 scoop of ice cream: 5 to 6.5 €
Castle visit: 15 € per person
A coffee: 3-4 €
A glass of wine at a restaurant: 8-10 €
A half-pint of Guinness: 7-12 €
Now, here’s the day-by-day account of our adventure in Ireland:
Our decision is our decision. And it’s firm and final. Next winter, our plane will spread its great wings toward the island of Ceylon! "Wait a minute... Ceylon... Ceylon... that name rings a bell, but I can’t quite place it on the globe Grandma gave me for Christmas! Ceylon... Oh right, I’ve got it: Ceylon is the name of my tea!" Exactly. But the name on your pretty tea box is also the one used until 1972 for this island nation, a speck on the Indian Ocean at the southern tip of the Indian subcontinent: Sri Lanka!
For this new adventure, I’m exceptionally leaving my Flo behind, cowardly replaced by a double dose of testosterone. To write the book of this journey with me, I’m bringing along my brother, who’s used to this kind of thing, and... a guest star: My model of resilience. My dad! All aboard! Or rather, all aboard our tuk-tuk! Yes, you read that right: A real tuk-tuk, a little colorful rolling box that putters along at two miles an hour. The idea? Well, Sri Lanka and its winding roads overlooking the vastness of lush nature are tailor-made for this kind of vehicle. And since it’s one of only two countries in the world that allow foreigners to rent and drive these mini speedsters, we’ll be crisscrossing the island in our two-square-meter rolling box. Plus, adopting this mode of transport is a surefire way to connect directly with the locals, who’ll surely be curious to see a foreigner driving their iconic vehicle. Not to mention the... let’s say... spicy anecdotes it might generate. I mean, heading into a subtropical zone with my jet-black dad and his unpredictable digestive flora while deliberately choosing the tuk-tuk as our *only* means of transport? That’s the winning combo for an unforgettable adventure! "More seriously, Dad, Sullivan, I’m already loving the idea of living this adventure together, the three of us—brothers and father..."
So, does the intro to this new adventure get your salivary glands going? Yes? Too bad. Because unfortunately, the program handed out by the lady at the entrance has been slightly... let’s say *crumpled*. Some might even say "scrunched up and nearly tossed in the trash." First, six days ago, as the countdown echoed in us like a call to adventure, Cyclone Ditwah grabbed Sri Lanka, played with it like a rag doll, and left it battered on the ground. The toll is devastating: over a thousand dead, thousands of homes wiped out by relentless rains, roads and railways swallowed by massive mudslides. A country wounded once again, after the civil war, the 2004 tsunami, and the post-Covid economic crisis.
But as if this weather disaster wasn’t enough to shake our unbreakable adventurer spirit, fate decided to mess with us further by cutting our trio down to two. The victim? My brother, violently turned away because of a simple date on his passport that didn’t match the border officials’ expectations. Return to sender!
So now it’s just the two of us allowed to board the Qatar Airways Airbus A380 for this trip. If he were here, Denis Brognart would say, "And in the end, only one remains!" Except I know you’ll be with us, following our adventures! Right?
Hello everyone, I’m happy to welcome you to this new travel journal.
We’re heading to Costa Rica together—a Central American destination that dreams are made of for many French travelers and attracts crowds from France.
It was the country’s wild nature and safety that convinced us to go, since we’re traveling with our 7-year-old little one.
We didn’t have much vacation time in February 2026 (only 12 days), so we optimized as much as possible.
Here’s the itinerary:
Wednesday, February 11: Flight from Marseille to San Jose via Paris and Atlanta
Thursday, February 12: Pick up the car, drive to Poas Volcano, visit La Paz Waterfall Gardens
Friday, February 13: Poas Volcano and drive to Manuel Antonio
Saturday, February 14: Manuel Antonio National Park
Sunday, February 15: Nauyaca Waterfall and Playa Linda
Monday, February 16: Drive to Monte Verde and Santa Elena Reserve
Tuesday, February 17: El Tigre Waterfall Reserve and Treetopia Park
Wednesday, February 18: Monte Verde Reserve with a guide and drive to La Fortuna
Thursday, February 19: Sloth guided tour, Observatory Lodge Park
Friday, February 20: Arenal Volcano National Park, Termalistas del Arenal hot springs, and night tour
Saturday, February 21: Return to San Jose, flight to Paris via Atlanta
Sunday, February 22: Arrival in Paris and flight to Marseille.
That gives us a solid 9 days in the country.
Budget breakdown:
Costa Rica is an expensive country, but no more so than France. However, almost all hikes and waterfalls are paid entry, which can really add up.
For meals, sodas (6–10 €) are cheaper than restaurants (10–20 € per dish).
Flights:
We chose Delta Airlines for the price: Marseille to San Jose was 740 € per person (modifiable, with checked baggage and seat selection included).
Other direct flights from Europe were priced between 1200 € and 1600 € with more restrictive conditions.
That’s 2220 € for the family.
Accommodations:
Alajuela, first night: 139 € (1 night) at Rodeo Estancia Boutique Hotel, with personalized airport pickup, transfer to the hotel, and a briefing from Vert Costa Rica agency the next day.
Poas: 66 € (1 night) at Cabañas Tierra Fértil (entire apartment).
Manuel Antonio: 394 € (3 nights) at La Palapa Ecolodge (hotel in the jungle).
Monte Verde: Chalet Aloha Monteverde Cloud Forest (2 bedrooms): 125 € (2 nights).
La Fortuna: Arenal Dream Garden (1 bedroom): 217 € (3 nights).
Total: 941 €.
Car rental:
I went through Vert Costa Rica agency (Vincent is a French expat who set up the agency in Costa Rica and makes great YouTube videos with useful tips).
I rented a 4x4 that was delivered to the hotel the day after arrival and returned at the airport before the flight. The total was 772 €, including full insurance (zero deductible), a child seat, and a phone with a Costa Rican SIM and WhatsApp. The rental company was Poas Rent a Car. The vehicle was well-maintained—no complaints.
Gas: 100 € for the whole trip (3 fill-ups).
Activities:
To get discounts, I bought the pass offered by Vincent, which paid for itself after just one activity. It cost me 30 € (promo since I rented the car through him).
Prices are for 3 people. I’ve added stars to rate them:
La Paz Waterfall Gardens ****: 112 €
Poas Volcano National Park *: 33 €
Manuel Antonio National Park ****: 35 €
Nauyaca Waterfall ***: 25 €
Santa Elena Reserve **: 45 €
El Tigre Waterfall Reserve ****: 141 € (with meal)
Treetopia (ziplining, suspension bridges) **: 250 €
Guided tour of Monte Verde Reserve ***: 113 €
Sloth guided tour (with breakfast) ***: 115 €
Arenal Observatory Lodge (with meal) ****: 102 €
Arenal Volcano National Park *: 34 €
Termalistas del Arenal ****: 20 €
Night tour ***: 116 €
Total: 1171 €.
Meals: 600 €
My favorite restaurants:
Poas: Food court Mercaditas in Fraijanes
Manuel Antonio (near La Palapa): La Langosta and also El Patio
Near Nauyaca Waterfall: Ricar2 el Avión
Between Manuel Antonio and Monte Verde: Soda D’Calle
Santa Elena: HG’s Food
Guadalupe (between Monte Verde and La Fortuna): Soda Río Piedras
Arenal Observatory Lodge restaurant
Arenal Oasis Ecolodge restaurant
Other expenses: 300 € (groceries for breakfast, drinks, ice cream, souvenirs, etc.)
Total overall: 6065 € (about 2020 € per person).
Now, here’s the day-by-day account of this beautiful trip.