Travel journals

Bonjour,

Des carnets sur Naples il y en a déjà eu un certain nombre et ceci est plus une balade photographique. Il n'y a pas trop de conseils pratiques mais n'hésitez pas à demander ! Ce voyage a eu lieu en mai 2019.

C'est la veille du départ je suis excitée comme une puce ! Naples et sa région ça fait un moment que je voulais voir cette ville dites bouillonnante. Pendant que je prépare mes bagages je reçois un message de la compagnie disant qu'il aura une grève des aiguilleurs du ciel et que mon vol ne partira peut être pas......Quoi ? comment ? tu plaisantes ? moi j'attends ce voyage depuis des semaines. Je me renseigne sur internet et donc oui c'est vrai....Que faire ?!? Je regarde l'horaire des trains et il s'avère que le train part quelques heures plus tôt avec un stop à Milan et ensuite jusqu'à Naples. C'est décidé je prends le train c'est une expérience nouvelle. Départ à 5h du matin dans un train presque vide, arrivée à Milan 4h30 plus tard et course pour attraper le train pour Naples. C'est la première fois que je prends le train en Italie et j'adore. Après 1h de voyage un Monsieur arrive avec un petit chariot et une authentique machine à café dessus. Il me demande : caffè signora ? si si si Et il enclenche la machine et c'est parti pour le premier expresso italien avec petit biscuits.



Arrivée à Naples en début d'après-midi. La gare est bondée, des voitures en veux tu en voilà et je suis dans l'ambiance. Arrivée au B&B je dépose mes affaires et part à la découverte de la ville. Il y a un monde incroyable partout, du bruit, à manger à chaque coin de rue et chaque scène est un véritable plaisir photographique :) Je suis dans le quartier de Chiaia et je goûte à ma première pizza de rue, faite devant moi et comment dire excellente. La fin d'après-midi je déambule dans les rues avant de prendre un apéro sur une des nombreuses terrasses.









Le lendemain départ pour Capri.... Effectivement Capri est très touristique mais ça vaut le coup de la voir une fois dans sa vie. Après une traversée mouvementée, j'ai mérité une bonne douche, une assiette de pâtes et un limoncello. Ensuite je pars en balade à travers les petites ruelles qui montent et redescendent sans cesse. La vue est magnifique et les kilomètres s'enchainent.....j'ai bien mérité une pause à la piscine avec un gelato :)

Off on new adventures!!! For my wife’s 60th birthday, I’m really making her happy. While I usually pick warm, sunny destinations, she’s more tempted by places where you don’t suffer from the heat. So, it’s off to Norway!! A real challenge for me—a southern guy who’s as cold-sensitive as they come. I keep telling anyone who’ll listen (well, just myself, really) that these aren’t the countries for me, that rain will be our travel companion, that we’ll have to face polar bears, navigate between icebergs, that there are still Vikings around, and all sorts of other things. Of course, not wanting to make it easy, we’re driving from the Lyon area where we live. Friends who’ve visited the country told us it’s pretty expensive to eat out (among other things), so we’re bringing supplies—especially enough for apéritifs the whole trip!!! It’s not a camper van, but a "hotel-car" we’ll be doing! We’ll see how it goes! As usual, I’ll try to narrate the journey with my two-cent comments, plus some little tips to avoid our mistakes—assuming I don’t lose any fingers to the cold! Every night, I’ll count them to make sure I still have all ten! We’re not in *Ch’tis* territory but even farther Noooorth (as Galabru would say). Note that I’m traveling with a synovial effusion in my knee! The old man’s not in great shape!! Here we go!!

PS: As always, I’m a filmmaker, so I’ve made an effort with a few photos from my phone.

IRLANDE - INTRODUCTION

Notre séjour de 15 jours en Irlande a été préparé plusieurs mois à l'avance afin de prévoir un itinéraire nous permettant de voir une multitude d'attraits touristiques dans plusieurs régions de la république d'Irlande ainsi qu'en Irlande du Nord.

Nous avons donc recherché les principaux attraits touristiques pour chacune des régions et établi pour chacun d'entre eux leurs coordonnées GPS.

Par la suite, nous avons utilisé Google Maps pour créer un itinéraire journalier très chargé mais réaliste. Nous avons imprimé tous les itinéraires et ils ont été d'une très grande utilité car certains attraits touristiques ne sont pas répertoriés dans le GPS qu'une amie nous avait prêté et certaines routes ne sont pas visiblement identifiées.

De cette façon, nous avons pu respecter l'échéancier prévu quotidiennement.

Trois mois avant notre départ, nous avons loué une voiture directement sur le site internet d'Autoescape au prix de 136,44 EUR pour une durée de 14 jours. La location a été effectuée auprès de la compagnie BUDGET et le modèle de voiture qui nous a été attribué est un ŠKODA Citigo.

Ce tarif inclut le kilométrage illimité, l'assurance dommages (CDW) et assurance vol (TP), avec franchise de 1500 EUR ainsi que la responsabilité civile corporelle et matérielle illimitée.

Certaines routes sont très étroites en Irlande et l'utilisation d'une voiture compacte est très appréciée. Il ne faut pas oublier que la conduite se fait à gauche et qu'il y a de multiples ronds-points.

Mon conjoint a heureusement une facilité à conduire de cette manière et nos déplacements se sont déroulés à merveille.

Il faut souligner la courtoisie et la patience des automobilistes en Irlande. C'est réellement phénoménal.

Deux semaines avant notre départ, nous avons réservé nos hébergements dans différents établissements tels que B&B, hôtels et campus universitaires sur le site internet Hotels.com. Nous reparlerons de chacun d'entre eux ultérieurement.

Lors de notre arrivée à l'aéroport de Dublin, le passage aux douanes a été assez fastidieux. Il y a deux lignes, une pour les ressortissants de l'union européenne et une autre pour les autres étrangers. L'attente pour les étrangers d'autres pays est vraiment supérieure à celle des ressortissants de l'union européenne.

La location de la voiture ne se fait pas directement au terminal. Il faut prendre une navette qui nous amène au centre de location. Dès notre arrivée, nous rencontrons un représentant de la compagnie qui finalise le contrat de location et nous remet les clés de notre voiture de location.

Et nous voilà partis pour l'aventure!

Il faut préciser également que certaines routes comportent des péages. Pour la majorité de ces routes, les frais sont payables directement à un poste de péage. Bien souvent, les frais sont inférieurs à 2 EUR.

Cependant, il en est autrement pour l'autoroute M50 qui est un prepaid toll dans la région de Dublin. Ces frais sont exigés lorsque vous parcourez la M50 entre la jonction 6 (N3 Blanchardstown) et la jonction 7 (N4 Lucan). Une énorme pancarte mauve vous avise à l'arrivée d'une de ces jonctions.

Lorsque l'on arrive à une de ces jonctions, des caméras enregistrent automatiquement le numéro de la plaque du véhicule et des frais sont imputés au véhicule dépendamment de sa catégorie. Pour une voiture standard, des frais de 3,10 EUR sont exigés.

Vous avez donc jusqu'à 20h00 le jour suivant pour payer ces frais chez un détaillant autorisé ou directement sur le site internet à l'adresse suivante: https://www.eflow.ie/.

Vous pouvez également prépayer ces frais directement sur le site internet mentionné précédemment. C'est ce que nous avons fait.

Si vous n'effectuez pas le paiement exigé dans le délai prescrit, des frais substantiels vous seront facturés.

En ce qui concerne la restauration, la majorité des épiceries et postes à essence offrent une excellente sélection de repas chauds ou froids à prix très raisonnable. Pour cette raison, nous avons effectué la plupart de nos achats de bouffe dans ces différents établissements (SuperValu, Lidl, Spar, Centra, etc.)

Nous vous invitons donc à poursuivre la lecture de notre aventure dans la section suivante.

Spitsbergen, 80° North latitude. A lost archipelago on the edge of the world, northeast of Greenland, the last lands before the pole. I’m aboard the *Grigoriy Mikheev*, a Russian ship from the Murmansk Polar Research Institute. Russian flag, Russian crew. Chartered by OceanWide Expeditions.

Last night, we were stuck in drifting pack ice in the long Hinlopen Strait. This incident led to an unforgettable barbecue and party on the ship’s foredeck, but we had to abandon our plan to head south and circle Spitsbergen. This summer, there’s too much ice in the strait, and it’s too thick. At dawn, the tide turned, allowing us to break free and head north again. The ship is now moving slowly through sea ice density that satellite maps estimate at around five-tenths. Our progress is punctuated by dull thuds: the ship’s bow constantly shoves and fractures enormous ice floes.

At breakfast, Tarik, our expedition leader, informs us that our program will be significantly altered. Since we can’t cross the strait, we’ll turn back and head north. To kick off our Plan B, Tarik plans a landing tonight on the small island of Låg (Lågøya), at 80°10' North. Last summer, he saw a large walrus colony there and hopes we’ll find them again. The weather is perfect—glorious sunshine—and walruses are truly addicted to sunbathing on the beaches.

We’ve now exited the strait and are sailing far from the coast. In case the walrus colony is there, we don’t want the ship’s approach to scare them into the water before we even see them. So, we scan the shore methodically with binoculars. We pass several bays, round a cape, and examine several shorelines littered with driftwood, but no walruses in sight. Several times, clusters of large rounded rocks trigger false alarms… but no, they’re just rocks…

Suddenly, Tarik spots them through his binoculars! On an isolated peninsula, our expedition leader’s highly trained eye has picked out, among those brown masses, the shape and white color of the enormous tusks of what he calls "the heavyweights of the Arctic!" Now, fifteen or twenty pairs of binoculars are pointed in the indicated direction… Sure enough, I see them now! They’re there, huge, sprawled in the sun on the beach. Without Tarik’s sharp eye, we might have missed them. They’re so tightly packed together that they really look like a mass of brown rocks. Only the white, saber-shaped tusks and the occasional furtive movements hint that they’re animals.

It’s 11 PM, and on the deck of the *Grigoriy Mikheev*, as you can imagine, excitement has ramped up several notches. Several of us have already rushed to our cabins to gear up, pulling on boots and life jackets in anticipation of a landing that promises to be absolutely amazing. Tarik reins in our enthusiasm a bit: Okay, so we were lucky to find them, but now we need to think about how to approach them. Not that they’re dangerous—at least not on land… Their enormous bulk and their pseudo-feet (flippers) only allow for very limited mobility. But when they feel threatened, their first instinct is to head for the water, where their perfect ease keeps them safe. So, the challenge will be not to scare them off, to avoid them bolting into the water in the first few seconds! That’s exactly what would happen if we arrived by Zodiac right in front of them.

So, Tarik decides we’ll make a wide detour to land on the other side of the peninsula where they are. From there, we’ll leave the Zodiacs on the beach and cross the peninsula on foot, about a kilometer and a half. That way, we’ll approach the herd from behind. This approach will also keep us downwind of them. There you go—with a few precautions, they shouldn’t hear us coming or catch our scent.

Everyone is geared up now and practically bursting with impatience… While the Zodiacs are being lowered into the water, Tarik and Delphine recap the approach rules: absolute silence, communication only by signs, no dragging feet on the rocks, watch your step, and strict coordination with slow movements.

Here we go… we’re off now! Spray flying from the Zodiac’s bow, icy air whipping our faces, gloves gripping the side ropes, freezing splashes, pure emotion… Ahh, I love this! We describe a wide curve offshore to round the peninsula. Ahead of us, the magnificent landscape of this intensely blue sea unfolds, with the hills of Lågøya and, in the distance, the ice-covered mountains of Nordaustlandet under the sun. It’s midnight now. In July, at 80 degrees North, the sun is just like midday.

This navigation takes us far from the walruses, on the other side of the cape. Easy landing on a shoreline of large pebbles covered in giant seaweed brought in by the currents. They look like long strips of plastic—sometimes translucent, sometimes white, beige, or orange. In places, there are huge tangled layers of it. Our boots sink into this material, which gives off a strong iodine smell. Unfortunately, there’s also some plastic waste—fishing floats and net debris. Seeing this here is crazy… A little farther on, in a cove, tides and storms have piled up numerous tree trunks from Siberia.

We begin crossing the peninsula on foot, staying close together. We’re walking on a nearly deserted polar tundra. We’re only ten degrees of latitude from the North Pole here. The violent winds and extreme temperatures that dominate this island for nine months of the year allow only a few rare plants to grow, close to the ground, between the rocks. In places, rocks are covered with large patches of black lichen.

Gérard, rifle slung over his shoulder, constantly scans the terrain. Tarik and Delphine are also very vigilant. We know no one ever lands here, and although this environment isn’t ideal for bears, you never know—better to be cautious. The terrain is mostly flat, but whenever a small rise blocks our view, Gérard moves ahead and only signals us to proceed when he’s sure there’s no "big man in fur" (tradition dictates we don’t name the polar bear).

After a few hundred meters, we find an enormous whale vertebra. Judging by the state of the bone, it’s likely a relic from the whaling era that ravaged this area in the 17th century and all over northern Spitsbergen. A little farther on, the remains of a grave catch our attention. The only human trace on this remote island, this burial is surely very old, also likely dating from the whalers’ time. But this whaler’s final resting place didn’t shelter him for long—there’s not much left, just a piece of skull and a few broken bones. Due to the permafrost, the body could only be buried a few dozen centimeters deep, between some planks held in place by large stones. This makeshift grave was probably ravaged by a bear shortly after the burial. Several stone blocks are overturned, the planks are broken open. We only linger for a minute to pay our respects to this whaler, whose poor remains now merge with the mineral landscape.

A slight rise bulges in the center of the peninsula, and here we are at the highest point. If our orientation is correct, we’re heading straight for the walrus colony. A moment of emotion… my heart’s pounding. Yes, they’re there, about three hundred meters ahead of us! They haven’t moved since we spotted them from the *Grigoriy Mikheev*’s deck. They’re sprawled in a heap, packed tightly together in the sun, on the shingle beach. The light breeze blowing in our faces confirms we’re on the right track—not to be sniffed out from afar by the big beasts.

By signs, Tarik tells us we’ll approach slowly, in stages, moving about thirty meters at a time, making as little noise as possible with our boots, then freezing completely for a minute or two, crouching down to let them forget us. This strategy proves excellent. We’re now less than a hundred meters away, and it doesn’t seem like our presence is perceived as a threat by the "heavyweights of the Arctic." At this distance, let’s not kid ourselves: we’re certainly spotted, but our way of approaching must seem reassuring—or at least manageable—since they’re only a few meters from the water and know they could dash into it in seconds if they felt the need.

We now advance in shorter stages—twenty meters at a time, then just ten, crouching, then freezing like statues, our breathing nearly held from emotion and concentration. We’re now thirty meters from the mastodons. Our presence must be starting to stress them because they’re moving more. While still sprawled against each other, some suddenly rear up on their flipper-feet, grunting and snorting like monstrous pigs. Their head shakes make their two enormous ivory sabers sway. They jab them into the fat of their neighbors, who in turn stir and emit irritated snorts.

At Tarik’s signal, we move a few more meters, "on velvet paws"… We’re right there now. I hold my breath, throat tight… Intense emotion, a fantastic spectacle—these enormous Arctic animals sprawled in the sun, with the magnificent backdrop of snow-covered mountains across the sound. I think to myself: *I’m here… this can’t be real!* It’s nearly 2 AM now, the air is crystal clear, and the Arctic sun bathes this scene in what might be the most beautiful light I’ve ever seen. We’re about fifteen meters away now. Tarik signals that we won’t go any closer. The walruses are still lying down, but occasionally, our close presence and the clicking of cameras trigger bouts of agitation that ripple through the herd, causing some jostling. They’re so tightly packed and tangled that it’s a bit hard to count them. In the end, we tally sixteen, plus one "little one," half-crushed in the general mass.

Seen from here, they’re truly impressive! The "sumo wrestlers of the Arctic!" According to Tarik, they must weigh about a ton—slightly more for the males than the females—and the "little one" must already be around 200 kg. When the weather’s nice like today, they love sprawling on the beaches to soak up the sun.

Walruses are marvels of Arctic adaptation. They can modify their blood circulation depending on thermal conditions. They withstand extreme cold by directing most of their circulation to vital organs (heart, lungs) and minimizing peripheral blood flow (skin and limbs) to prevent heat loss. Conversely, when they sunbathe, they direct most of their blood flow to the skin, turning themselves into true solar collectors.

At this latitude, there’s practically no difference in sunlight between day and night. Noon or midnight, the sun’s angle barely changes. Walruses make the most of these fair-weather phases by sprawling in the sun 23 hours out of 24… Enough to make siesta lovers dream, right? Twenty-three hours of lounging… and the twenty-fourth for eating!

And when we say "eating," what a feast! The proverb *"Who sleeps dines"* is fully justified here: when a walrus decides to feed, it gulps down between 50 and 60 kg of shellfish in an hour! Its food consists of large bivalve mollusks, which it tears from the seabed with its tusks and sucks up nonstop! A 50 kg meal certainly justifies a 23-hour nap for digestion, right? And speaking of digestion—it’s what the "big guys" in front of us are doing right now! You might wonder how we know this… Well, I’ll tell you: if you were here, downwind (or should I say *down the winds!*) of these marine giants, you’d have no doubt! Pfft… what flatulence! I can confirm that today’s scent is called *"Morsanus, from the North"* (*"Because I’m worth it!"*). Mmm, yeah… Tarik, you had a great idea putting us upwind… at least *they* can’t smell us, but we sure can!

But… heepp! Delphine discreetly signals to get our attention—she’s just spotted something: in the smooth water of the bay, a small V-shaped ripple runs along the beach, then turns toward the shore… So the colony wasn’t complete on the beach… Here’s an 800 kg bather stepping ashore now, right before our astonished eyes! She lifts her head and stays like that for a long moment, her enormous tusks half out of the water. She looks exhausted, resting a bit before coming out. Or more likely, she’s hesitating to climb onto the beach because she’s seen us… The shapeless head stays still for a moment, then violently snorts like a clogged drain! A misshapen head where you can’t make out anything that usually makes a head! No eyes, no ears, no mouth… A sort of monstrous cabbage! But the temptation to join the warmth of the "sunbathers" is too strong! Here’s our pachyderm bather climbing the few meters of the shore and sprawling right in the middle of her companions, who greet her with jostling, grunts, and tusk jabs! Then everything settles back into order—800 kg of fat and flesh added to the fifteen or so tons of local biomass. Welcome to the club!

It seems the walruses have gotten a bit used to us now. They’re moving and grunting much less. I realize it wasn’t obvious to approach them like this without scaring them into the water… It’s thanks to Tarik and Delphine’s advice that we managed it. It’s also, let’s be honest, because we’re all passionate here, and there’s been total discipline and cohesion from the start of this approach.

It’s past 2 AM now—time to head back… We’ll leave them to their wild world, to their life at the beginning of the world. We’re happy to have disturbed them as little as possible and not to have disrupted their nap too much. We leave stealthily, first backing up a few meters, then turning around and crossing the peninsula again, walking slowly, avoiding making noise with our boots as long as we’re still close.

We find the Zodiacs on the shoreline with the giant kelp. The sea is like a lake—easy boarding. We make another wide loop to round the cape, passing offshore. The sharp cold stings my cheeks and ears again—I put my hat back on. The cold—I hadn’t thought about it at all during our encounter with the walruses. In the Zodiac, with the engine noise, no one speaks. The faces and smiles are those of men and women who’ve just crossed an inner frontier—the one that separates dream from reality. But tonight, that frontier was porous, and the dream entered reality.

We return to the *Grigoriy Mikheev*, waiting at anchor. It’s past 3 AM, but I don’t feel any fatigue. A few minutes later, I’m in my bunk, rocked by a gentle swell and the hum of the engines. In the soft warmth of the blanket, a strange sleep overtakes me… A sleep filled with luminous, icy landscapes, with large beasts bearing saber-like tusks. Large beasts that sleep, snore, snort, grunt, and jostle in their sleep… in *my* sleep. An unforgettable memory. It was July 2004, in Spitsbergen.

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Last year, I stumbled upon a "nature reserve" in the Waterberg by sheer luck. Just one night, but I was so thrilled that I went back this year for three nights. It was perfect for breaking up the trip between Marakele and Mapungubwe. The Waterberg is the Limpopo of game farms, hunting farms... and places trying to attract clients from Joburg and Kruger, with varying levels of ethics. The roads aren’t always great, potholes are everywhere, and Google Maps is pretty unreliable. But in my case, I found exactly what I was looking for...

As often happens, old farms have been grouped together to create a nature reserve that doesn’t sell you "wild" lions, has no rhinos (protecting rhinos is complicated), no elephants, and no buffalo. So, antelopes, elusive leopards, hyenas (didn’t see any), peaceful giraffes, warthogs, etc.—just general game! What’s the point? Well, you go for walks or hikes with game drives... you bike... you chill. You get out of the car. For us this year, a gorgeous "house," fully equipped, on the edge of the forest, with wood for the fire and a plain as the view... An unbeatable quality-to-price ratio in a natural setting! A little photo dump for the vibe. You’ve gathered that part of the exploration is by car (it’s big) and part on foot...

We did the Langtang trek (hike) from September 10th to 17th, with the first and last days being the trip from Kathmandu and back—so 6 days of actual walking. It’s a fairly well-known trek but certainly not as famous or crowded as those in the Annapurna or Everest regions, which is why we chose it.

In theory, it’s mandatory to have a guide for this trek. In reality, it seems there are ways to bypass the regulations: we met at least two people hiking without a guide—a South Korean, a New Zealander, and possibly also a couple of English women and an American couple, though we’re not sure if they had a guide.

The agency we booked with had told us it was an affordable trek for relatively older people in good shape—which is our case (I’m 72 myself). I have to say upfront that we found it quite challenging, maybe because we didn’t have good weather—it was the end of the monsoon season. To be clear, no matter your fitness level, I’d say doing this trek in the middle of the monsoon season would be suicidal.

Day 1 – Journey from Kathmandu to Syapru Besi

On Monday, September 8th, there had been violent protests in Kathmandu against the government, which had, among other things, blocked access to social media and been accused of nepotism and corruption. There were 19 deaths. The situation was very tense on the day of our departure, Wednesday the 10th. The agency warned us that public transport was very unreliable. So, we decided to take a jeep, at an additional cost of $100 ($160 minus what was already budgeted for the bus).

We left a little before 7 a.m. and it took us a good hour just to reach the outskirts of Kathmandu. Along the way, we saw several houses and vehicles set on fire by protesters.

The road to Syapru Besi is only 120 km, but it’s frankly awful. It’s always narrow, winds through endless mountains, and the shoulders range from bad to confusing to nonexistent. Several sections are just dirt tracks. We didn’t regret opting for the jeep, as we could stop several times at our convenience—if only to let Y (my Thai partner) throw up everything she had. She’d taken her usual motion sickness medication, but the constant turns, accelerations, and braking eventually made her terribly carsick.

In Nuwakot, we stopped for breakfast at a nice little restaurant, Jimbu. It was around 8:30 a.m., and we’d barely covered 60 km. The restaurant has a lovely garden overlooking the Trishuli Ganga, the river flowing down from Syapru Besi. First photo: the river in the bottom right corner, mist and clouds over the mountain on the other side.

An hour later, my second photo: the hills along the Trishuli Ganga. You can see the different crops—lush green rice paddies in the lower right and corn, already yellowed and likely harvested, in the foreground on the left. And of course, the mist and clouds through which you can glimpse the mountain on the other side of the river.

Hi everyone, We (two adults, 74 and 70 years old) had already shared a travel journal about our first trip to the Philippines in February/March 2019 on this forum (https://voyageforum.com/v.f?post=9377175;search_string=carnet%20philippines). We had visited Manila, the Banaue rice terraces, Sagada, the Visayas (Bohol, Siquijor, Dumaguette), and on our way back to Luzon, the Taal volcano before returning to France. Delighted by this trip, organized by the French-speaking agency Alizé, we decided to further explore this beautiful country, this time focusing on Coron and Palawan. Before writing this journal, I should mention that these are personal comments and don’t reflect any differing opinions. Without any literary or photographic talent, I’ll stick to the facts and share a few details about the visits, hotels, and restaurants.

Preparations

We decided to return in mid-January 2025 and consulted three French-speaking tour operators to create a trip based on our wishes (places to visit, type of accommodation) and budget. Comparing three operators helped us weigh their advice and make our choices. Only our first operator respected the budget, a second came close, and the third proposed a slightly more upscale trip. In the end, we chose the agency from our first trip. Our discussions helped refine our itinerary, and when we reviewed it point by point, the document provided was perfect, full of great tips. The most debated point was a 3-day, 2-night cruise between Coron and Palawan. We were tempted but worried about being the only "older" travelers among younger people and feared two uncomfortable nights. Reassured by our tour operator, we finally opted for this "exploration." We’ll come back to that later. Once the choice was made and dates set, we booked our international flights with Cathay Pacific for 750 € per person, which offers the best schedules (short layovers) at an acceptable price for flights arriving in Cebu. Our trip started on February 25 and returned to Paris on March 15.

International flights

The round-trip flights went smoothly. Cathay does the job well, without frills. The service quality seems to have slightly declined compared to our previous trips with them. Hong Kong Airport is huge but very practical. Note that not all airlines serve Cebu. Recommendation: Fill out your Philippine entry form within 72 hours before your flight. This can prevent issues with the airline (possible boarding refusal) and saves a lot of time upon arrival (see the Philippine embassy website).

Domestic flights

For our two domestic flights—Cebu to Coron and Puerto Princesa to Cebu—our tour operator chose Philippine Airlines and their propeller planes. No problems there.

Day 1: We landed around 12 PM (local time) after 17 hours of travel. A driver was waiting for us at the airport exit and took us to our hotel, intentionally chosen near the airport (Mandaue, about 10 minutes away) to help us recover and get a good night’s sleep before our early morning domestic flight the next day. The Mayoo Hotel, reasonably priced, was perfect for this. Large, beautiful room in a new building—clean, comfortable, with a spa. We could relax by the pool on the 16th floor and enjoy the city view. The breakfast was exceptional, and the staff was smiling, attentive, and helpful. An ATM in the lobby allowed for withdrawals. However, the hotel is in a neighborhood with nothing to see or do. We dined at the Korean restaurant K-GOGI across from the hotel—a real attraction and a great discovery.

Day 2: After a restful night, we were driven to the airport around 6:30 AM for an 8:10 AM flight from Cebu to Busuanga (Coron).



The flight was uneventful. Upon arrival, we paid 200 pesos per person for the Coron tourist fee before a 40-minute transfer to our hotel: Natura Resort, located outside the city in a secluded spot. The setting is stunning—a beautifully maintained tropical garden, a pleasant pool, and the option to book massages. The cottages are tropical-style with thatched roofs, simple and unpretentious.



The owner, who speaks French, told us that given the heat and our ages, climbing the 721 steps to the top of Mount Tapyas wasn’t necessary. She gave us a few rooftop recommendations to watch the sunset over Coron Bay. After a good swim in the pool and a meal at the resort’s pleasant restaurant, we hired a tricycle to go into town. We were told it costs 150 pesos one way, and depending on the return time, it could exceed 250 pesos. But our driver gave us his WhatsApp number and charged the same price regardless of the time. He just earned two days’ worth of customers. He dropped us off at the port where bangkas (local boats) gather for day trips. It was the end of the day, so there was a rush. A few shops around the port sold waterproof bags for marine excursions at reasonable prices (compared to back home), after some bargaining. We wandered the town’s alleys looking for the Top Hotel, whose rooftop is famous. Indeed, it’s perfectly located to admire the sunset and enjoy a refreshing drink.







We dined nearby at a small Chinese restaurant, then just had to call our driver to head back. The night wasn’t entirely restful—our hotel had a soundtrack of all the countryside animals, and it seemed they had no set bedtime! :

Hi there,

My month in South Africa went really well. The itinerary revisits some places I’ve already seen—even a few times over...

Joburg – Marakele – Waterberg – Mapungubwe – Northern Kruger – Panorama Route – Southern Kruger – Eswatini (Hlane) – Maputaland (Sodwana Bay) – St Lucia – Joburg via Richards Bay.

I’ll skip some spots and focus on others.

Today’s topic: Marakele.

Back in 2009, I spent a day there, and since then... I’ve tried several times to go back.

The park isn’t very big—nowhere near as lush as Kruger—but it has a lot going for it. Even back then, there was a split between the western section, where you wouldn’t find any “dangerous” animals like elephants or buffalo (though rhinos were around), and the eastern section, the Big Five zone. Nowadays, the western part is open to mountain biking, and the campsite is completely unfenced, which pretty much confirms that the big animals aren’t there—no rhinos either (I didn’t see a single dung pile). The western section didn’t seem all that interesting to me... with vervet monkeys everywhere in the campsite. In the eastern part, there’s the Topli tented camp, right by a dam. It’s small but charming, with a great view and a loosely fenced perimeter (there are now lions and wild dogs in this area). No facilities—no restaurant, no pool (except at the campsite), no shop, no fuel, nothing...

View from the “chalet” terrace... nice and relaxed...



So, a terrace with a view for the lucky ones...



Bedroom and bathroom, separate and equipped kitchen. It can get windy. It must be cold in winter... but it’s hot this October.

Some lovely little roads... though some sections are 4x4-friendly.







A viewpoint at the top—you’re supposed to see the vulture colony from there... still haven’t seen it, as far as I’m concerned.



The animals?

Mardi 12 septembre Il a fallu se lever tôt ce jour pour quitter notre maison à 3h30 du matin, notre vol au départ de LYON St Exupéry étant programmé à 6h35, mais tout compte fait notre vol avec Transavia partira avec du retard.



j'avais trouvé sur le site Transavia, un vol LYON-PORTO en aller retour pour 58 euros par personne, comprenant un bagage cabine uniquement.



Avant d'atterrir à l'Aéroport de Porto, nous avons survolé le Douro, et le célèbre pont entre Porto et Villa Nova de Gaia.



Le Douro se jette dans l'océan Atlantique.

Depuis l'aéroport nous avons pris le métro qui au début est en exterieur avant de plonger dans le sous sol de Porto.



Une fois nos bagages déposés à l'Hôtel, nous sommes partis à la découverte de Porto.







Aller au Portugal sans prendre un Tram, c'est rater le Portugal. Donc nous avons pris un ancien tram pour nous rendre à la plage, c'était la ligne 1.







Funiculaire de GUINDAIS, il relie la Praça da Batalha, tout en haut de la ville, à la Ribeira en bas du centre historique, près des quais,



On ne l'a pas pris, les escaliers dans le sens de la descente, ça va.. Le ticket coute 2,5 euros l'aller simple.





Le Pont Louis Ier est l'un des Construit entre 1881 et 1886 par l'ingénieur Théophile Seyrig, disciple de Gustave Eiffel,





Le quartier historique de la Ribeira, autrefois délabré, Sous l’effet d’un nouveau souffle urbain, Porto se métamorphose. Elle retrouve petit à petit l’éclat de sa splendeur passée.



Vieilles demeures blasonnées sortant de leur décrépitude, façades splendides ornées d’azulejos, églises de style baroque, tramways jaunes et échoppes anciennes, restaurants à la mode, bars branchés, boutiques et hôtels design !

Hello fellow travelers,

I spent 3 weeks in Cambodia this January, and I completely fell in love with this country—especially the Cambodian people. I took my time because it was possible, and it turned out to be a total success. Originally, this trip was planned for 2021 and 2022 with my husband, but COVID and an illness threw everything off. Now traveling solo, I went with Siem Reap à la Carte, a local agency. I can’t recommend Mélanie and Nathalie enough—they helped design the itinerary together with me, and the guides and drivers were top-notch. Since I was alone with them, the connection was incredible.

My itinerary: Phnom Penh (2 nights). I arrived at the airport at 1 PM, and everything went super smoothly—I had my E-visa and E-arrival. I had the afternoon free on arrival, a guide the next morning, and the afternoon free again. Battambang (2 nights) with a local guide for all the visits (temples, the bat flight, bamboo train, the surrounding countryside, markets, etc.). Siem Reap (6 nights). I chose to take the public boat across the Tonlé Sap—8 hours on the water, but it goes by quickly, and the scenery is stunning. Of course, in Siem Reap, it’s all about the Angkor temples—most people come for that—but Nathalie and Mélanie also arranged some unique experiences, like visiting a lacquer workshop (even though this wasn’t my first trip to Asia and I’d seen them before, this one was different). I even tried making incense sticks (I’m not very good at it), and we had lunch at a local’s home. There are, of course, the markets, and I also took a cooking class with a chef at his home, where we ate what we prepared. I also spent another day on a boat visiting a village on the Tonlé Sap. I used my free time for a massage, a stroll around town, and in the evenings, I’d head to Pub Street—guaranteed fun. I also visited the Thousand Lingas River. I won’t list all the temples I saw—you can make your own choices or follow recommendations. Either way, everything is breathtaking. Banlung and Ratanakiri, where I spent 4 nights. Because of that, I didn’t go to Mondulkiri. I loved it—jungle walks, visits to ethnic villages and cemeteries, and for those who want, there are plenty of waterfalls where you can swim. The most tourists I saw at once was 5 (a group of 4 and me a little farther away, so you can have peace and quiet). I also spent time at an elephant sanctuary. I was hesitant at first, but everything had been so perfect up to that point that I went, and I have no regrets. It was just me, the guide, and the rangers—lovely people—and the elephants were living their best lives. Next, I headed to Kratié for 2 nights: temples, the Irrawaddy dolphins, and a half-day on Koh Trong Island by bike, tasting their famous pomelos—a pure delight. No cars on the island, just calm and serenity. On my way to Kep, where I spent 4 nights, I stopped for a night in Kampong Cham, visiting temples, villages, and the bamboo bridge. With this kind of travel style, it’s easy to stop wherever you feel like it. So, I arrived in KEP to taste the famous Kep crabs—don’t miss them! The agency arranged a full-day motorbike tour (I wasn’t the one driving!), exploring the countryside and salt marshes. Of course, you should also visit Kampot, and if you love pepper, make sure to leave room in your luggage to bring some back. A full day of fishing by boat, with lunch on board (the fish we caught—though not by me, I’m terrible at that too). A kayak trip through the mangroves. In short, everything was perfect here too, and I took my time to enjoy the sunsets. Back to Phnom Penh for one last night before returning to France. A sunset cruise on the Mekong, and I visited some places I didn’t have time for when I arrived. This was my first solo trip—I usually travel with someone—but the organization was flawless, and the people were wonderful. I didn’t go to the islands near Sihanoukville, even though that was originally part of the plan. But I truly fell in love with this country. I’m considering Thailand next winter, but I’m also seriously thinking about returning to Siem Reap or even visiting those islands. If you’d like more details, I’m happy to help. Nathalie and Mélanie were incredibly patient with me—I’d been in touch with them since 2020, and in 2021, I had to cancel everything. They’re two French women who’ve lived there for a long time, know the country inside out, and—most importantly—have immense respect for the people they work with (guides, drivers). That’s a value that’s very important to me. Happy travels to all!

Hi everyone,

First off, 12 days of great weather at the end of summer—my husband’s fleece jackets were totally unnecessary. We visited Vilnius, Riga, and Tallinn in that order, and it was a great tip. Vilnius is peaceful, very colorful, the food is delicious, street art is everywhere, and strolling through the historic center is really enjoyable. We stayed there for 2 nights. A 4-hour Lux Express bus ride was perfect for getting to Riga, where we spent 3 days. The city is a mix of medieval, Gothic, and Baroque art, with Orthodox churches and synagogues in the old town, plus an Art Nouveau district featuring the Rosenthal House. The central market looks austere and huge, facing the colorful walls of the tourist center—it’s a real pleasure to wander the cobblestone streets and taste the local cuisine, with its Germanic and Uzbek influences. In Tallinn, the highlight of the trip, we found Art Nouveau again, colorful walls, and a fitting reminder of the past at the Museum of Occupations. There’s a hipster district, a trendy area, stunning originality, and an unexpected maritime museum in its design. The city is at the cutting edge of technology, and the youth are everywhere. The welcome was friendly everywhere, and we’ll keep great memories of it.

Perched at 1,200 meters above sea level in the Spanish Pyrenees, right on the border with France, the monumental Canfranc Station was inaugurated in 1928. It fell into decline in the 1970s after being abandoned by the SNCF, but it’s been restored by the Spanish hotel group Barceló, which transformed it into a luxurious five-star palace. Nicknamed the “Titanic of the Pyrenees” with its 241-meter length,

Preamble: . This isn’t about drumming up business for a new professional venture—just sharing, under pressure from eager Vf members hungry for juicy anecdotes, my 10-day trip to Marrakech with 10 friends. I’d mentioned during the planning discussion for this trip ((https://voyageforum.com/forum/questions-excursions-autour-marrakech-d10685703/)) that there wouldn’t be a travel journal... And since I’m a man of my word—but also stuck with a nasty calf muscle tear at the end of the trip that’s keeping me immobile for 15 days (more on that later)—I’ve got some time to dedicate to this. So, after this preamble, off we go to the Medina!

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Day 1: Friday, May 2nd – The Day the Group Split

Before we dive in, let’s talk about the trip prep. Among my friends, I’ve got a rep as the go-to independent travel expert (thanks to a few trips, some with this same crew). So, naturally, the task of planning this one fell to me—and I took it on gladly (you’re never better served than by yourself, right?). The prep and itinerary were hashed out over multiple meet-ups (excuses?) during shared meals at one another’s places, guided by yours truly. Travel style, accommodation, sightseeing—all decisions were made together, trying to balance everyone’s wishes over a good bottle (generic term, not numerical!)

So, a group of five—including me and my girlfriend—set off for Geneva at 3 AM that Friday, while the rest would join us on Sunday due to family or work commitments. We’ll skip the EasyJet flight—it was nothing special, just a means to get us there safely (which, in itself, is already a win). We landed in Marrakech at 9 AM local time. There, a spotless Dacia Logan was waiting for us, chartered by MEDLOC, whose impeccable service I’ll praise here (thanks, friends, for the tip!). My first challenge, after loading the suitcases into the trunk: reaching the riad booked for our first two nights as the advance team. https://www.astradamusmarrakesh.top/fr/

I was a little nervous about driving here—Marrakech’s driving reputation precedes it. The hiccup? While setting up Google Maps for the route, I accidentally added a level-5 difficulty and enabled pedestrian mode... Imagine a rental car stubbornly trying for over half an hour to navigate the Medina (the riad was in the north), cursing all the pedestrians in streets too narrow for the car, and having to reverse multiple times because “it won’t fit,” ignoring the many Marrakechis waving to signal the street was impassable (but what are they trying to sell me now? 🤪)... Until my co-pilot, holding my phone, asked if it was “normal for the route to be dotted on Google Maps?” Yes, it’s normal—pedestrian mode was on.... We’ll still be laughing about this in the nursing home in 40 years, but at the time, I was genuinely surprised by what driving in Morocco had in store for me—and for good reason! After fixing the Google Maps settings, we arrived more calmly at the private parking lot (90 dirhams per night) and then at the riad, where we received a warm welcome while our rooms were being prepared.

After freshening up, we crossed the souks for the first time to have lunch at Jemaa el-Fna Square, at Zeitoun Café, where we enjoyed our first couscous or tagine on its terrace. We’d return to Jemaa el-Fna that evening after a restorative nap at the riad, another late afternoon in the souk, and an evening at this famous UNESCO World Heritage site. This time, it was the restaurant Lafarmacie (you can’t make this up!) that won us over, despite the lack of a rooftop. I recommend this place to everyone—the prices are great, the welcome is extraordinary, and the food is excellent...







Returning after 11 PM, we learned the hard way that the souk has its own entry points and hours, and the path to our beds was full of detours and closed doors. Fortunately, we were guided by friendly locals who showed us the right way (in exchange for a fiercely negotiated tip each time...)

Made it safely to Portugal, can’t wait to start sightseeing and sketching—enjoying the milder weather compared to my next stop, Scotland. :) If it rains, I’ll share my great tips for sketching indoors! 😊

While planning a trip to the LOFOTEN for summer 2023 using the excellent guide *Hiking in the Lofoten*, we discovered this trek.

Sure, it’s rated as difficult, but it lets you cross the LOFOTEN on foot from north to south in 11 stages, covering 160 km and 9,193 m of elevation gain (or the reverse, of course).

So, it’s a multi-day hike, with wild camping, and no need to rent a car. Perfect...

What’s making us hesitate a bit are the island transfers (okay, I’ll admit, the difficulty is also a factor for me). These transfers require taking public transport and/or hitchhiking. But the stages are designed with this in mind, and the transfers are well explained. Plus, water isn’t an issue, and you can resupply several times, which helps keep the pack weight down.

For Jean Marie, my partner, this will be his first multi-day trek, but he’s an experienced and hardy hiker. As for me, even though I’m not as tough, I’ve already done some multi-day hikes. So, we should complement each other well.

So, are we going for it? Sold!!

Here’s the trek map: HERE

03/08 – Day 1 - Delp – Sandsletta 04/08 - Day 2 – Sandsletta – Svolvaer 05/08 - Day 3 – Svolvaer – Kleppstad + transfer to the start of Day 4 06/08 – Day 4 – Vikjorda hamlet – Store Lake 07/08 – Day 5 – Store Lake – Leknes - Transfer to Napp on Flakstadøya Island 08/08 – Day 6 – Napp – Nusfjord 09/08 – Day 7 – Nusfjord – Ramberg 10/08 – Day 8 – Ramberg – Selfjord Bay (Moskenesøya Island) 11/08 – Day 9 - Selfjord – Bunes Beach 12/08 – Day 10 - Bunes Beach - Krokvatnet Lake 13/08 – Day 11 - Krokvatnet Lake – Moskenes (campsite) and round trip to Å by bus 14/08 – Day 12 – Hike up Reinebringen – Reine – Tour of Agvatnet Lake 15/08 – Return to Bodø - flight back to France on 16/08 And here’s the inevitable recap

Hello everyone,

I’d like to invite you on a new adventure in Kenya.

Back in 2010, my husband Ben and I fell in love with Kenya, and we’ve been traveling there regularly ever since. This 2025 safari marked the first weeks of an important milestone in my life: retirement.

Of course, Felix—our guide and friend for all these years, whom some of you may even know from this forum—joined us again.

We chose an itinerary that takes us through the parks and reserves we particularly love in Kenya: Tsavo East (3 nights), Tsavo West (2 nights), a transition day in Embu, Samburu (5 nights), Meru NP (4 nights), Nanuyki to visit the Mount Kenya Animal Orphanage (https://mountkenyawildlifeconservancy.org/) (1 night), and Aberdare NP (2 nights).

This safari wasn’t our most prolific in terms of wildlife sightings and photos (all taken by Ben), but I still think it’s worth sharing our experiences and impressions of the places we visited. Maybe other travelers will find useful information here to help them fulfill their dream of a Kenyan safari one day...

Living in Brittany, we left from Nantes on Wednesday, January 8, 2025, on the 6 AM Air France flight to CDG, then took the direct flight to Nairobi at 10:50 AM. No issues this time on either flight (unlike in October 2023...).

We arrived in Nairobi at 9:20 PM local time (there’s a two-hour time difference with France at this time of year). Going through passport control and collecting our luggage went smoothly. The hotel shuttle (https://67airporthotel.co.ke/) was waiting for us. We shared it with a friendly Swiss couple who were there to climb Mount Kenya. We arrived at the hotel around midnight. The 67 Airport Hotel is 10-15 minutes from Jomo Kenyatta Airport and offers great value for money. Plus, it’s close to the Mombasa road, which is handy when heading that way the next morning.

On Thursday, January 9, we had breakfast at the hotel restaurant at 6:30 AM, and as planned, Felix arrived around 7 AM. We got to check out his brand-new 4x4 Nissan—we’d be the first to test it! 🙂



We set off for Voi, making our usual stop in Mtito Andei. Traffic was heavy on the Mombasa road, with lots of trucks.

We arrived at the entrance of Tsavo East around 1 PM and made it to Sentrim Camp (https://www.sentrim-hotels.com/sentrim-tsavo.html) just in time for lunch.



We found Tsavo East unusually green—there had been heavy rains in December, which isn’t typical. As a result, the animals were scattered and harder to spot. The watering hole visible from the camp’s dining area was completely deserted, whereas it’s usually bustling with herds of elephants and other mammals.

Our tent, No. 9, for 3 nights.



This camp is well-located inside the park. It’s simple but comfortable enough for our tastes, the staff is super friendly (as is often the case in Kenya), and the buffet-style meals are varied and good. Tsavo is the main destination for tourists staying on the coast who come for a night or two on safari. In January, some days at the camp are very quiet, while some evenings, the restaurant is packed with groups (lots of Italians, in particular).

Tsavo is, of course, famous for its elephants. This time, we didn’t see many large herds, but we did have some great encounters with solitary males.









Around this small watering hole, we saw a gathering of African open-billed storks—we’d never seen so many before!

Friday, November 4 My flight Barcelona - Abu Dhabi - Delhi went smoothly, it’s on time, and here I am back in India after 3 long years. As I step off the plane, we head toward customs. It’s 3 AM, I’m tired but happy. The huge customs hall is below ground level and buzzing with people who’ve just arrived. In the end, they’re well organized—Indians to the left, foreigners to the right, and all along the hall, the customs officers’ posts, who remain very zen despite the crowd. It took me less than 2 hours to get out of the airport, which was pretty quick. For this return trip, I got in touch with a driver from the "Lovers of India" group who was supposed to take me from the airport to Udaipur, passing through non-touristy villages like I love. This French-speaking driver had convinced me to travel by car, which was supposed to make moving from village to village easier. Two or three days before departure, I receive a message from the driver saying he was sick with a cold and sending another driver, his very kind brother who knows Rajasthan well but doesn’t speak French. I’m a bit disappointed by this message and doubtful about the driver’s sincerity, but I don’t have time to find another driver, so I stick to my plans, though I’m not at ease. At the exit, the driver hasn’t arrived, and I wait half an hour before seeing him show up with a big smile, "Namaste." We don’t waste time and head to the car, which is clean and new. We get to know each other in the car and hit the road toward Alwar. Along the way, we stop for lunch and to taste my first masala chai, which wakes up my taste buds.



I doze off during the drive, and we arrive at the Atlantic Hotel in Alwar at 10:30 AM. My room is on the ground floor, and I settle in quickly. The Wi-Fi isn’t working, but the staff do everything they can to fix it. At noon, Gajender, the driver, suggests visiting the Qila Fort, which is on the heights of Alwar. The fort is closed for restoration, but safari tours are offered—jeep, guide, driver, and visit for 1600 Rs.



We follow the great wall, which is impressive—the second largest in India and the third in the world.



We spot peacocks and monkeys.





The guide shows me an old stepwell lost in nature. It’s always my thing to check out these baoris, which can be stunning, but this one isn’t anything special. We arrive at the palace overlooking the city.



We walk around the palace, and I discover another stepwell that’s not worth lingering over.

The tour is over, and I had a great time despite the fatigue. We head back down to Alwar, near the City Palace, which has been turned into administrative offices. Gaju (the driver’s nickname) finds a parking spot near a dhaba where we have lunch (paneer masala, chapatis, chai)—it’s delicious. With my energy restored, we head to the palace. On the top floor is a museum that I visit.



At the exit of the museum, we have to go back down and walk around the palace to get to the Moosi Maharani Chhatri. I’ve been here once before and really liked it, and the place is still the same—calm and relaxing.



"This monument is the most artistic in Alwar and also the most royal, filled with fascinating history. Maharaja Vinay Singh of Alwar built this two-story cenotaph in 1815 in memory of his father, Maharaja Bakhtawar Singh. It’s also known as Moosi Maharani ki Chhatri, named after the king’s mistress, who performed sati upon his death. After the sati, she was accepted as the king’s wife. It’s an elegant monument, shaped like a flower and built with a mix of brown sandstone and white marble. The first floor is made of sandstone, while the upper floor and the chhatris (cenotaphs) are in white marble. Its sculpted pavilion has dome-shaped arches with intricate lace-like and exquisite floral patterns. There are complex motifs that shine brightly in the sunlight. The colorful circular ceiling is an important part of Moosi Maharani Ki Chhatri and is adorned with faded gold-leaf paintings of mythological figures and scenes. The footprints of Maharaja and Moosi Rani are engraved in marble inside the cenotaph, and locals pay their respects to them."



Near the chhatri, there’s a large water reservoir with a magnificent view. The place is peaceful and relaxing, and I stay here for a while, contemplating and daydreaming before heading back to the hotel for some well-deserved rest. The Wi-Fi is working now. I’m the only foreign guest, and since my room is near the entrance, I’ll be well taken care of throughout my stay.

Bonjour,

Je vous propose d’embarquer pour un modeste carnet de voyage, road trip de 14 jours/ 12 nuits avec nos 2 ados de 14 et 17 ans en février/mars 2020. D'avance, merci à vous tous qui m'avez aidé à construire mon séjour en terre sud AF, répondant avec patience à mes multiples questions.



Nous sommes partis de Lyon, le samedi 22.02 à 7 h00 et sommes arrivés à Johannesburg à 22h00 après une courte escale à Amsterdam. Vols payés 440€ par personne (résa en octobre) , avec bagage cabine. Avons ajouté 1 seul sac en soute pour la family (80€ A/R avec la carte Flying blue inscription gratuite). Vu que nous allions pas mal bouger, on a voyagé léger! A Lyon, parking P5 réservé à l'avance à 70 euros pour 14 jours. Vol Air France /KLM nickel. Arrivés à l'aéroport, récupération des bagages. J'avais réservé une nuit à l'aéro guest lodge, situé à 5mns de l'aéroport, avec navette gratuite, et petit déj. Il suffit d'envoyer un message sur whatsapp en arrivant à l’aéroport pour prévenir le chauffeur de la navette. Le problème, arrivés dans le hall, ce fut de le trouver, vu qu'il n'avait aucune pancarte au nom de l'hôtel.🤪 Une sud Af l'a apellé de ma part, vu que je ne comprenais rien😕(petit niveau d'anglais, et il faut s'habituer à l'accent 😛), et nous a aidé à trouver le chauffeur (qui était au final à moins de 5 mètres de nous), avec d'autres guests. Arrivés à l’hôtel : nickel, à part que nous étions 10 dans un van pour 7. Chambre spacieuse, 1 lit king size et 2 lits pour les enfants, salle de bain simple mais propre, jardin, piscine et petit dej (pas testé), pour 65 euros, donc un super rapport qualité prix.

Nuit réparatrice, puis lever à 6 heures, pour aller prendre la navette pour l'aéroport. Je précise que le matin, il y a une seule navette par heure , et que Kulula nous a annulé notre vol de 9 h pour le déplacer à 8h00, donc pas le temps de petit déjeuner (il débute à 6h30). Nous attendons le chauffeur 15 mns, dans le jardin agréable, il nous dépose en 5 mns à l'aéroport. enregistrement pour notre vol pour le Cap, acheté environ 40 euros (2 bagages inclus par personne). On prends un petit dej du coup à l’aéroport (moins de 20 euros pour 4, c'est une des bonnes surprise de l'AFS !), puis arrivée au Cap à 10h20

On se dirige vers le guichet Avis après une récupération rapide des bagages, d'où nous repartons avec une Toyota Corolla à 80 euros pour 4 jours (loué avec la carte Flying blue : conducteur additionnel gratuit). Tout est à gauche.... pas simple, mais ça passe si l'itinéraire est bien préparé. Nous nous dirigeons vers notre air b n b de constantia. Bien étonnés de croiser sur l'autoroute des animaux, des vélos et piétons. On arrive vers 11h30 dans notre location, quartier hyper sécure, vaste maison dans les vignes, à 15/20 mns d'Hout bay. Ca ressemble à Beverly hills, mais les villas sont entourées de murs trés hauts et de barbelés 😕

On dépose nos bagages, on sort les shorts, il fait autour de 30 degrés, et on part vers bay harbour Market à Hout Bay. On déjeune dans le marché, super ambiance. On fait de tour de stands multiples, chacun choisi son plat, puis on se pose en terrasse. Il y a de la musique, des artisans en tout genre....un bon moment.



j'avais retiré 50 euros avant de partir .... et cela me fera de la monnaie pour payer le placier du parking. repas autour de 30 euros pour 4, plat et boissons .



Après une balade sur les stands des artisans, on file sur la plage d'hout bay, prés du restaurant, marina Warf (re- le petit pourboire au placier, il faudra s"y habituer), admirer les lions de mer. Une glace à à 1 euro, qui ne peut pas se refuser!! 🙂





la fatigue arrive, on file faire les courses à 10 mns de la maison (centre commercial de constantia), puis apéro face aux vigne en débouchant une succulente bouteille de blanc.

Introduction

We stayed on the island of Gran Canaria during the first three months of 2024. It’s the third Canary Island we’ve visited, after Tenerife and Lanzarote.

We rented an apartment in Temisas. By staying in the same place for such a long period, the total price dropped by 50%.

We also rented a vehicle to make getting around the island easier.

Why the Canary Islands, and Gran Canaria in particular? For its pleasant climate, the nature and diversity of its landscapes, the charming villages, and especially the beauty of its many beaches.

In this travel journal, you’ll find a list of the many activities we did during our stay to explore the different attractions of this island.

These attractions are categorized to make it easier to find what interests you.

Videos are included throughout the summary. Click on the image to start the video.

To jump to a specific post, here are the relevant links:

HIKES:

Roque Nublo Maspalomas Dunes - Part 1 Maspalomas Dunes - Part 2 Los Azulejos de Veneguera Barranco de Las Vacas Ventana del Bentayga (Arco del Aserrador) Caves of the King Ventana de Morro (Ventana de la Ganifa) The Dog of Bentayga Cave of the Four Doors Ventana del Nublo Artenera - Caves of Acusa Seca Temisas - El Gigante Cave Fortress of Ansite Puerto de Las Nieves - Roque de Las Nieves Temisas - Cuevas de la Audiencia Roque Bentayga Guayadeque Ravine (Guayadeque Hermitage) Guayadeque Ravine (Cueva de Bartalo) El Zumacal - Barranco Tauco Casablanca Dam (Los Dolores Dam) Ayagaures - La Angostura Dam & Gambuesa Dam Santa Brígida - Alonso Ravine & Centennial Dragon Tree Pino Santo Hike in the Azuaje Ravine Gáldar - Red Lands of Samarrita Tejeda - Charco de La Paloma Bandama Boiler (Camino Borde de Caldera Bandama) Teror - Alamo Ravine Trail – SL-4 Telde - Calasio Caves Special Natural Reserve of Los Tilos de Moya Los Azulejos - Charco de Las Aneas Fataga Ravine Arinaga Military Battery Trail Maspalomas - Las Fuentes and del Canizo Ravines Mogán - Tauro Mountain Trail Tamabada - Llanos de La Mimbre & Sobre la Cueva Viewpoints Trail Hike to the Coronadero Arch via Barranco Hondo Barranco de Silva - Hike to the Jerez Caves Gáldar - Samson Cave - La Atalaya Peak Agaete - Roque Guayedra and Guayedra Ravine Artenara - Caballero Caves Arucas - Bufadero Salt Flats Barranco de Pino Gordo - Natural Pools Telde - Los Cernícalos Ravine Las Cruces - Toba Caves & Picón Puerto de Las Nieves - Moro Cave Agüimes - Morros de Ávila Caves Juncalillo del Sur - Laguna & Salinas de Abajo Caves of Camino de San Felipe Cruz de Tejeda, Cruz Chico and Degollada Viewpoint Hike on the Patalavaca Circuit Motor Grande - Puerto Rico Arch El Montañón - Los Hornos Dam Seafront Walk - Amadores Beach – Puerto Rico Beach Las Niñas Dam El Hornillo - Omega & Omicron Caves Arteara Necropolis Mogán - El Mulato Dam Las Garzas - El Regante Dam La Plata Route - Cho Flores Dam & El Charco Hondo Vega de Acusa - La Candelaria Dam Candelaria Hermitage – Acusa Seca Viewpoint Valsequillo de Gran Canaria – Roque La Vela Ayagaures Dam – GC-602 Lomo del Palo - Monte Pavón Trail Lugar La Laguna - Levada Fataga Dam & Ravine

BEACHES:

Mogán Beach Taurito Beach Tauro Beach Amadores Beach Puerto Rico Beach Anfi del Mar Beach Patalavaca Beach Meloneras Beach Maspalomas Beach English Beach (Playa del Inglés) Las Burras Beach San Agustin Beach Las Alcaravaneras Beach Las Canteras Beach (La Cicer) Las Canteras Beach (La Puntilla) Las Canteras Beach (Santa Catalina) Aquamarina Beach El Agujero - Bocabarranco Beach Hoya Del Pozo Beach Hoya Del Pozo Beach - Lizard with amputated tail El Cabron Beach Ojos de Garza Beach El Burrero Beach

NATURAL POOLS:

Charco Azul - El Risco Agaete Salt Flats Charco de Los Espejos - Sardina del Norte Natural Pools of Punta de Gáldar Snorkeling in the natural pool of Punta de Gáldar Natural Pool La Furnia o El Clavo - Gáldar Natural Pool of Los Dos Roques Emiliano Natural Pool - El Agujero Natural Pool of El Agujero Natural Pools of Roque Prieto Natural Pool El Altillo Los Charcones de Bañaderos – Arucas Natural Pools of El Charco de Las Palomas – Arucas Natural Pools of La Laja - Las Palmas de Gran Canaria Cueva de la Reina Mora - La Garita Natural Pools of Castillo del Romeral

TOWNS:

Center

Santa Brigida Vega de San Mateo Tejeda Artenara Vallesco Teror

Southwest

Santa Lucia de Tirajana Fataga San Bartolomé de Tirajana Puerto de Mogán La Aldea de San Nicolas

North

Arucas Firgas Moya Santa Maria de Guia Gáldar Agaete Puerto de Las Nieves

East

Vegueta - Las Palmas de Gran Canaria Triana - Las Palmas de Gran Canaria Ciudad Jardin - Las Palmas de Gran Canaria Canteras - Las Palmas de Gran Canaria Telde Valsequillo de Gran Canaria Ingenio Agüimes Temisas

VIEWPOINTS:

GC-60 Route (or nearby) GC-210 Route (or nearby) GC-210 Route between the tunnel and La Aldea de San Nicolás GC-215 & GC-65 Routes (or nearby) GC-200 Route (or nearby) GC-130 Route (or nearby) & GC-605 GC-70 Route (or nearby) & GC-21 Sheep herd on GC-70 Route GC-150, GC-240, GC-305, GC-350 & GC-301 Routes GC-606, GC-295, GC-231 and GC-41 Routes (or nearby) Viewpoints – GC-1 Route (or nearby) Viewpoints - Las Palmas de Gran Canaria Viewpoints - GC-2, GC-21, GC-15, GC-216 and GC-132 Routes (or nearby) Viewpoints - GC-503 & GC-217 Routes Viewpoints - GC-604, GC-505, GC-132, GC-42 and GC-802 Routes

MISCELLANEOUS:

San Rafael Aqueduct - Telde Abandoned San Rafael Estate - La Higuera Cenobio de Valerón La Cesta - Tejeda Puerto de la Aldea Scenic Route GC-671 to El Espinillo Scenic Route GC-607 to El Chorrillo The Galdar Cube (Santiago Quarry) Scenic Route GC-504 to Ayagaures Abandoned seaside resort in the Azuaje Ravine El Bufadero de La Garita – Telde GC-505 Route Abandoned Finca Las Haciendas (Los Mocanes) – Las Vegas de Valsequillo Ruins of San Juan Battery - Las Palmas de Gran Canaria Viera y Clavijo Canarian Botanical Garden - Las Palmas de Gran Canaria Tenefé Salt Flats Los Pérez, Lugarejos & Las Hoyas Dams Monte Pavón, Gran Canaria’s little Ireland Valleseco Lagoon Recreational Area Climbing - Fataga Ravine Surfing – El Agujero El Cairete Restaurant - Carrizal de Tejeda Paragliding flight observation - Los Giles La Cuevita Ayagaures Restaurant Statues and Murals - Cruce de Arinaga Aviation Monument (Las Majoreras) & Murals – Carrizal Artistic recycling by Antonio Peñita - Ojos de Garza Rainbows

Hi everyone,

After using this forum a lot to plan several trips, I’m finally writing my own travel journal about South Africa, a trip that took place from May 14 to 31, 2025. I hope to inspire but mostly to share info and details for those like me who need to plan their trip as precisely as possible to make the most of it once there.

This is our first trip to Africa outside the Maghreb for my wife and me. What follows is, of course, just my opinion and very subjective. You’ll easily understand that my goal isn’t to debate my choice of destinations or activities since everyone has their own travel style and beliefs. I just want to share. Thanks in advance.

We booked our tickets with Emirates for the routes: Lyon-Dubai, Dubai-Johannesburg on the way out. For the return, it was Cape Town-Dubai, Dubai-Lyon. The tickets cost us 1400 € for two, booked in December. I monitored prices for several weeks, and they didn’t tend to drop. I think I got the flight tickets at the right time because alerts I set on different sites showed prices only going up.

Here’s our itinerary:

Day 1: Arrival at Johannesburg airport, pick up the rental car, and head to Hartbeespoort (northwest of Pretoria): overnight in Hartbeespoort. Day 2: Visit the Elephant Sanctuary + Monkey Sanctuary + cableway: overnight in Hartbeespoort. Day 3: Head to Ukutula, visit the site. Day 4: Head to Kruger Park, transition day: overnight in Dullstroom. Day 5: Head to Blyde River Canyon, visit the viewpoints (more details in the journal later): overnight in Graskop. Day 6: Hike the Leopard Trail (Blyde River Canyon) then return to Kruger Park: overnight at Pretoriuskop rest camp. Days 7 & 8: Visit Kruger Park: overnights at Lower Sabie rest camp. Days 9 & 10: Visit Kruger Park: overnights at Berg-En-Dal rest camp. Day 11: Visit Kruger Park: overnight in Malelane. Day 12: Domestic flight to Cape Town: overnight in Cape Town (Mouille Point neighborhood). Days 13 to 17: Visit Cape Town and its surroundings (more details in the journal later): overnight in Cape Town (Mouille Point neighborhood).

Before describing our trip in more detail, here’s some practical info about the stay:

For internet, I got Bouygues Telecom’s travel pass for 35 € on top of my regular plan with them. It worked well except in Kruger. Otherwise, I hardly had any network coverage issues. For all accommodations and car rentals, I used Booking.com. No bad surprises.

Salut les voyageurs

Grande amoureuse de l'Asie, je n'ai pas l'habitude de faire des comptes rendus de mes voyages ici tellement je trouve facile de se débrouiller dans ces pays (avant, sur internet ou sur Place), mais à l'issue de 15 jours à Zanzibar je me dis que notre expérience (on voyage en couple) pourra servir à quelques uns.

Pour résumer je dirais que cette ile est fabuleuse mais pas facile-facile pour des voyageurs autonomes !

LES TRANSPORTS

Comme on n'est pas Bill Gates nous devons faire des choix surtout à Zanzibar qui coûte bien plus cher que l'Asie.

Une des options était de prendre les Dalla dalla pour circuler dans l'ile mais c'est vraiment trop compliqué pour nous. Par exemple pour aller de Nungwi à Matemwe on met 1/2 heure en voiture mais des heures en Dalla dalla car on doit obligatoirement repasser par la capitale !!

Aller d'un hôtel à l'autre en taxi ne nous intéressait pas puisqu'on conçoit le voyage comme une immersion dans le pays au plus prés des habitants si possible (ça fait un peu pompeux dit comme ça mais j'ai pas trouvé mieux!!).

Bref, nous avons donc décidé de louer une voiture pour pouvoir circuler librement et s'arréter où on voulait. Du coup si vous voulez des info sur le Dolphin Tour, le spice Tour, le safari blue …. vous pouvez passez votre chemin, on n'a rien fait de tout ça (je sais c'est dommage mais on ne peut pas tout faire j'ai dit 😉) mais il y a des agences partout qui pourront vous organiser ça sans soucis.

Pour faire court mais après avoir bien bataillé pour le trouver, nous avons loué une voiture à Ally Keys (sur le routard), un petit 4*4 Toyota négocié à 350$ pour 11 jours (On a fait environ 900km pour 80€ d'essence).

Les routes sont de vrais boulevards il faut juste faire constamment attention aux piétons et aux cyclos mais globalement une fois sortis de Stone Town, il y a peu de circulation.

La police, une grande histoire d'Amour pour nous !! 1èrement pas de parano, les barrages de police arrêtent toutes les voitures et pas que celle des "blancs".

En 11 jours de balade nous avons donc été arrété...13 fois, si si !!

Tous exigent le permis international et le permis Tanzanien fait par Ally gratuitement avant notre départ. Ils ont tous été charmant et ne nous ont causé aucun problème (quelques mots de Swahili ça peut aider) hormis une fois où ils se sont aperçus que l'assurance été périmée depuis 2 jours 🤪.

Nous n'avions pas fait attention, Ally non plus, tant pis pour nous.

Bref, grand sketch quand même qui a bien duré 2h mais Ally que l'on a appelé à négocié avec eux. De 200$, l'amende est passée à 20 et ally nous l'a remboursé ensuite !! Sacré expérience quand même.

LA POPULATION

Bon je vais essayer d'expliquer notre expérience sans me faire "lapider" SVP. En aucun cas je ne me permets de juger, je veux juste parler ici de notre vécu et ressenti lors de ces 15 jours (bien insuffisant pour comprendre).

Mon adage favori qui est en gros « si tu souris on te sourit aussi » ne m'a pas été là bas d'une grande utilité. Nous avons trouvé que la population n'était pas d'un abord facile, les femmes en particulier.

Alors oui nous avons rencontré des gens sympas et désintéressés : un à Stone Town, parfois dans les gargottes où nous allions manger mais pas toujours, avec les autostoppeurs (ou euses) que nous prenions dés qu'on en croisait (seule façon qu'on a trouvé pour partager avec eux un peu de notre « richesse »). Mais quand même globalement j'ai trouvé vraiment dur dur.

En même temps ça clarifie les choses. Toutes les personnes qui nous accostent de manière joviale et chaleureuse ont quelque chose à proposer (un resto, une boutique à visiter, un tour de snorkelling à faire, un taxi...). Eux y a pas de soucis ils sont adorables, de même que le personnel de tous les hôtels qu'on a fréquenté.

A Matemwe nous avons traversé le village tous les matins et tous les soirs pendant 5 jours. Je me suis escrimée à faire des sourires et à dire bonjour tous les jours matin et soir et bien même à la fin, je recevais au mieux un hochement de tête.

On a appris quelques mots de Swahili (bonjour, comment ça va.....) pour briser la glace mais peine perdue à quelques exceptions prés.

Alors évidement, n'ayant jamais vu ça, je cherche une explication mais évidement on est resté trop peu de temps pour la trouver. J'ai seulement des hypothèses :

- Religion musulmane très présente (même les petites filles sont voilées). Ils jugent peut être les blancs que nous sommes comme des êtres dépravés même si nous avons tjs fait très attention à notre tenue vestimentaire ,

- le sourire ne fait peut être pas partie de leur mode de communication (c'est sûrement très con ce que je dis mais sait on jamais!),

- peut être une haine du blanc qui ma foi, se justifierait totalement selon moi. Je m'explique : 2 mondes se partagent cette île sans quasiment se rencontrer. 50% des touristes sont à Nungwi et Kendwa, 25% restent dans des resorts tout autour de l’île, 23% vont d’hôtels en hôtels en taxi ou Dalla Dalla et 2% peut être voyagent un peu comme nous (statistique tout à fait personnelle qui n'ont aucune valeur évidement).

En 11 jours de balade dans l’île (sauf Stone Town bien sur et les plages) on n'a jamais vu un blanc en dehors d'un hôtel ou d'un taxi (véridique), jamais aucun dans les villages, les marchés...

Les resorts de luxe côtoient des villages dans la misère la plus totale (pas d'eau courante ni d 'électricité entre autres) et la manne touristique ne profite quasiment pas à la population locale. Bref, à vous foutre la honte d'être blanc c'est en tout cas ce que j'ai ressenti à plusieurs reprises!

En tout cas, si quelqu'un ici connaît bien les Zanzibariotes ça m'intéresse vraiment d'avoir son point de vue.

LES PHOTOS

Au vu de ce que je viens de dire vous imaginez bien que ce n'est pas gagné.

Les femmes ont été les plus difficiles d’accès et j'ai abandonné l'idée de les prendre en photo après 3 ou 4 refus (pas vindicatif mais très clair, elle se voile le visage).

Les hommes à qui j'ai demandé m'ont quasiment toujours donné leur accord.

Pour les enfants tout est possible :

- il y a ceux qui ddent une photo et sont mort de rire quand ils se voient,

- il y a ceux qui ddent une photo et une fois faite réclame un dollar, des shillings, des pens, voire votre élastique à cheveux si vous n'avez que ça sur vous !! il y a ceux à qui vous demandez la permission qui sont ravis et ceux qui vous lance un grand Noooooo voire qui menace de vous lancer des cailloux avant même que vous n'ayez allumé votre appareil !!

Une fois de plus je me mets à leur place et j'ai regardé « les blancs » fairent. Ils passent sans un mot, arment leur appareil, choutent et s'en vont sans même un signe. Quand on se voit dans ce miroir là, évidement, ça remet les choses à leur place!

STONE TOWN

Comme tout le monde nous avons démarré notre séjour à Stone Town, une des plus belles villes que j'ai jamais vu (n'ayons pas peur des mots!) qui malgré le fait qu'elle soit très touristique a réussi à garder son âme ce qui n'est pas très courant.

La mer et ses boutres, bateaux à la voile triangulaire sortis d'un autre temps, des bâtiments et maisons coloniales partout (certains rénovés d'autres très décrépis mais beaux malgré tout), des petites ruelles avec beaucoup de portes plus belles les unes que les autres (et pas uniquement dans les hôtels comme je le pensais), bien sur les femmes aux voiles multicolores partout dans les rues, le chant du Muezzin qui résonne dans les ruelles sans oublier le grand marché de Darajani Street à ne pas rater si on veut s’immerger un minimum dans la vie Africaine. Bref un enchantement !

Seul bémol peut être, pas mal de gars un peu louche qui vous propose des services multiples et variés dont certains sont toxicos et un peu inquiétant (l'un d'entre eux nous a attendu des heures devant notre hôtel bien qu'on lui ai dit qu'on avait besoin de rien). On est resté tjs poli et souriant et ça s'est bien passé mais ça crée par moment, une ambiance un peu « glauque ».

Pour l’hôtel nous avons dormi les 2 1ère nuit au Karibu Zanzibar Inn, trouvé sur Internet à 65$ la nuit. En plein centre de la vieille ville, parfait pour nous, propre, calme, terrasse sur le toit pour le petit dèj, personnel accueillant, rien à redire à part peut être le prix !

Pour les 2 nuits avant le départ nous en avons trouvé un sur place, hyper bien placé pour 45$ la nuit (plus de détail en MP si ça vous dit)

Nous avons aussi loué des vélos pour circuler, top pour 5$ la journée par vélo.

L'ARGENT

Pour l'argent c'est assez compliqué ici je trouve. Soit disant que certains hôtels n'acceptent que les dollars (pas ceux que nous avons fréquenté en tout cas) et beaucoup de prix sont affichés dans cette monnaie. Quoiqu'il en soit vous pouvez laisser vos Euros à la maison, plusieurs bureaux de change n'en veulent pas. A mon avis mieux vaut amener assez de dollars pour éviter les commissions sur CB (on ne peut pas retirer plus de 190€ à la fois au distributeur et ça fait donc une commission à chaque fois).

Pour le budget on a dépensé 800€ par personne pour 14 jours sur place en trouvant des hôtels en moyenne à 45$ (pas facile à trouver d'ailleurs) et en ayant mangé assez souvent dans les gargottes locales (voir plus bas). Les repas dans tous les resto touristiques coutent entre 6 et 9€ par personne, une bière 2€, un coca 1€...

Ne pas oublier pour 2 : 100$ de visa, 60$ de taxi aller-retour aéropport-port et 160$ de bateaux aller-retour Dar-Stone Town.

LA BOUFFE ET LE LOGEMENT

Nous avons donc mangé une dizaine de fois dans des resto locaux. Brochette de poulet ou de bœuf au barbec et frites ou riz pour 1€50 par personne mais :

1 – faut trouver le resto qui ne ressemble pas à un resto (une cabanne en bord de route en général)

2 – avec un endroit pour s'assoir à l'ombre s'est pas tjs possible

3 – pour les délicats, les conditions d'hygiene sont en dessous de tout (pas de frigo évidemment, eau du puit avec laquelle ils lavent les couverts, mouches qui pullulent)!!

Nous on part du principe qui si les locaux mangent là c'est plutot bon signe et ma foi, c'était bon et on n'a jamais été malade.

Et puis c'est enfin le moyen de rencontrer les Zanzibariotes.

Bon les hotels, dur dur d'en trouver en dessous de 50$. Heureusement qu'on avait la voiture pour partir en repérage (ce qu'on avait trouvé dans les guides avaient bien augmenté leur prix!). On a fait le choix de se poser 5 jours au nord de l'ile à Matemwe et 5 jours au sud à Jambiani ce qui nous permettait de visiter quasiment toute l'ile.

On a décidé de ça sur place après avoir fait un peu le tour.

Donc à Matemwe on ne s'est pas pris la tête, on s'est posé au Allykeys Bungalow, dont le patron nous a loué la voiture ! D'abord un peu méfiant de sa proposition on est allé jeter un œil et ça nous a beaucoup plût. Bungalow très simple mais avec l'essentiel pour nous, cadre très sympa face à la mer, transat pour se détendre, resto et bar au bord de l'eau et surtout une vie locale très présente (départ d'environ 50 dhows à la pêche le matin entre 5h30 et 6h et leur retour chargés de poissons vers 13h avec les palabres sur la plage pour négocié le tarif du poisson, bref, un vrai régal).

A savoir quand même l'endroit est plutôt bruyant (le muezzin j'adore mais à 4h30 puis à 5h30 du mat ça fait tot surtout quand ça dure si longtemps!!), pas d'eau chaude (tiède plutôt) et pas de wifi. Mais pour ça très bon plan au Green ...à l’extrême nord de la plage. Juste en buvant un coup (3€ la bière et 2 le coca) on peut profiter tout un aprés midi du wifi et de la piscine. Accueil très sympathique dans cet hôtel de luxe même pour « des bouseux » comme nous !!

A Jambiani nous avons trouvé le Pakachi Beach Resort, un rêve éveillé. Affiché à plus de 60$ sur internet, ils nous ont proposé un bungalow en bord de plage (un grand lit au rez de chaussé un autre à l'étage vue sur la mer et brise marine incluse) salle de bain avec eau chaude, wifi partie commune et piscine (la marée basse est vraiment très très basse dans le coin!!) pour 45$ la nuit. C'est tellement énorme qu'on se dde si ils ne nous ont pas pris pour des "guides du Routard" vu qu'on est arrivé seul avec notre bagnole !!

C'était aussi très calme, seulement 3 pioles de prise la notre comprise, ceci expliquant peut être cela!!

LES PLAGES

Petit topo rapide

La plus belle esthétiquement parlant et pour la baignade possible tout le temps : Kendwa sans hésiter. La contrepartie c'est qu'il y a beaucoup trop de resort à notre goût et une vie locale inexistante. On y est donc venu à la journée avant de rentrer à Matemwe.

La plus grande concentration d’hôtels et de touristes : Nungwi évidement. Pas du tout notre tasse de thé mais pour des jeunes qui veulent faire la "teuf" j'imagine que c'est top,

Pour être au plus prés de la vie locale : Matemwe sans hésiter. Le retour de la pêche tous les jours c'est un grand moment, la vie du village, les ramasseuses d'algues, les gamins sur la plage, un vrai coup de cœur.

Pour le calme et la beauté (mais pas de baignade à marée basse) : Pongwe, Uroa, Kiwengwa, Jambiani et mention spéciale à Dongwe qu'on a vraiment trouvé magnifique.

Enfin si vous voulez vraiment vous retrouvez quasiment seul au milieu de nulle part mais au bord de l'eau quand même : Kae Kuu et Unguja Ukuu

Là vous savez presque tout (de ce qu'on a vu en tout cas !)

Bon désolé d'avoir été si longue. Je doute qu'il y en ait beaucoup qui soit aller jusqu'au bout de ma « prose ». Au moins on ne pourra pas me reprocher de ne pas avoir partager mon expérience sur ce coup là😉.

Si vous avez des questions n'hésitez pas.

A bientôt et bon voyage

In January 2023, we started our second road trip across the United States. We stayed from January to mid-March, which gave us plenty of time to visit several cities, attractions, and parks in multiple states.

This travel journal will be split into two parts due to the considerable number of places we visited.

This first journal covers the following states: Ohio, Indiana, Missouri, Oklahoma, Texas, New Mexico, Arizona, Nevada, and California, and takes you through the outbound leg of our road trip.

The second journal will showcase the attractions we visited on the return trip, which mainly follows the famous Highway 1 along the Pacific coast.

So, I invite you to keep reading this first journal, which serves as a long recap to help you discover the various attractions we explored throughout this road trip.

Videos are included throughout the recap. Please click on the image to start the video.

Here are the links to jump to a specific post:

OHIO:

WinterLand - Christmas Lights at Cleveland Public Square Lake View Cemetery - Cleveland - Part 1 Lake View Cemetery - Cleveland - Part 2 Stroll through Columbus Upper Falls to Lower Falls via Buckeye Trail - Hocking Hills State Park – Logan Cedar Falls & Whispering Falls Hiking Trail - Hocking Hills State Park – Logan Ash Cave Hiking Trail - Hocking Hills State Park – Logan Exploring Cincinnati

INDIANA:

Visiting Indianapolis

MISSOURI:

Exploring St. Louis

OKLAHOMA:

Catoosa Blue Whale Discovering Tulsa Exploring Oklahoma City

TEXAS:

Exploring Shamrock Discovering McLean Exploring Amarillo

NEW MEXICO:

Ancestral Sites Trail - Pecos National Historical Park Discovering Santa Fe The Santuario de Chimayó Stroll through Los Cerrillos Walk through the village of Madrid San Francisco de Asis Catholic Church & The Bottle House - Golden Albuquerque Murals 66 Diner - Albuquerque Stroll through Old Town (Albuquerque) Rinconada Canyon Trail - Petroglyph National Monument Mesa Point Trail - Boca Negra Canyon - Petroglyph National Monument Macaw Trail - Boca Negra Canyon - Petroglyph National Monument Cliff Base Trail - Boca Negra Canyon - Petroglyph National Monument Piedras Marcadas Canyon - Petroglyph National Monument Sandstone Bluffs & Ventana Natural Arch - El Malpais National Monument

ARIZONA:

Stewart's Petrified Wood Shop – Holbrook Stroll through Holbrook Discovering Joseph City Exploring Winslow Grand Falls (The "Chocolate Falls") – Leupp Island Trail - Walnut Canyon National Monument Rim Trail - Walnut Canyon National Monument Wukoki Pueblo Trail – Wupatki National Monument Wupatki Pueblo Trail – Wupatki National Monument Doney Mountain Trail – Wupatki National Monument Citadel & Nalakihu Pueblos Trail – Wupatki National Monument Lomaki & Box Canyon Pueblos Trail – Wupatki National Monument Discovering Flagstaff On the way to Sedona Slide Rock State Park – Sedona Midgley Bridge Trail – Wilson Canyon – Sedona Tlaquepaque Arts & Shopping Village Walking Tour - Sedona Chapel of the Holy Cross - Sedona Hiking at Cathedral Rock - Sedona Hiking the Bell Rock Trail - Sedona Hiking the Airport Loop Trail - Sedona Amitabha Stupa and Peace Park - Sedona Hiking the Boynton Canyon Vortex Trail - Sedona Hiking the Devil's Bridge Trail - Sedona Hiking the Birthing Cave Trail - Sedona Bell Rock Inn - Sedona On the roads of Sedona - Part 1 On the roads of Sedona - Part 2 Keyhole Sink Hiking Trail - Kaibab National Forest Discovering Williams Exploring Ash Fork Discovering Kingman Ramada by Wyndham Kingman Davis Camp Park - Bullhead City Discovering Yucca Lake Havasu Boardwalk Tour A duck catches a lobster – Lake Havasu Boardwalk

CALIFORNIA:

Exploring Needles Discovering Goffs Discovering Amboy Visiting the famous Bagdad Cafe - Newberry Springs Exploring Barstow Vehicles from Hell (Mad Max Cars) - Barstow Peggy Sue's 50's Diner - Yermo Liberty Sculpture Park - Yermo Lake Dolores Water Park - Newberry Springs ZZYZX Road - Mojave National Preserve Alien Fresh Jerky - Baker Kelso Dunes Trail - Mojave National Preserve Hole-in-the-Wall Rings Trail - Mojave National Preserve Visiting Mitchell Caverns - Mojave National Preserve Dante's View - Death Valley National Park Zabriskie Point - Death Valley National Park Golden Canyon - Death Valley National Park Artists Drive & Artists Palette - Death Valley National Park Devil's Golf Course - Death Valley National Park Natural Bridge Trail - Death Valley National Park Badwater Basin - Death Valley National Park Harmony Borax Works - Death Valley National Park Devil's Cornfield - Death Valley National Park Mesquite Flat Sand Dunes - Death Valley National Park Mosaic Canyon Trail - Death Valley National Park On the road - Death Valley National Park

NEVADA:

Cleveland Clinic Lou Ruvo Center for Brain Health - Las Vegas Exploring Downtown Las Vegas SlotZilla Zipline - Fremont Street Experience – Downtown Las Vegas Viva Vision Light Show 1 - Fremont Street Experience - Downtown Las Vegas Viva Vision Light Show 2 - Fremont Street Experience - Downtown Las Vegas Viva Vision Light Show 3 - Fremont Street Experience - Downtown Las Vegas Viva Vision Light Show 4 - Fremont Street Experience - Downtown Las Vegas Free Live Music – Fremont Street Experience - Downtown Las Vegas Chucky – Fremont Street Experience - Downtown Las Vegas Las Vegas Strip - Part 1 Las Vegas Strip - Part 2 Las Vegas Strip - Part 3 Las Vegas Strip - Part 4 Las Vegas Strip - Part 5 Tom Devlin's Monster Museum - Boulder City Hoover Dam Lake Mead - Lakeview Overlook - Boulder City Nelson Ghost Town - Searchlight

CALIFORNIA:

Scenic Route through Joshua Tree National Park via the North Entrance Hidden Valley Trail - Joshua Tree National Park Barker Dam Trail - Joshua Tree National Park Cap Rock Trail - Joshua Tree National Park Keys View Trail - Joshua Tree National Park Hall of Horrors Trail - Joshua Tree National Park Skull Rock Trail - Joshua Tree National Park Arch Rock Trail - Joshua Tree National Park Cholla Cactus Garden Trail - Joshua Tree National Park Lone Pine - Owens Valley Miss Alabama & Shark Fin - Alabama Hills - Owens Valley Lone Ranger Canyon - Alabama Hills - Owens Valley Mobius Arch Loop Trail (Heart Arch & Lathe Arch) - Alabama Hills - Owens Valley Eye of the Alabama Hills Arch - Alabama Hills - Owens Valley Boot & Cyclops Arches - Alabama Hills - Owens Valley One Mile Arch, Bowling Ball and Pins & Gunga Din Area - Alabama Hills - Owens Valley Whitney Portal Arch Trailhead - Alabama Hills - Owens Valley Fish Rocks & Trona Pinnacles - Mojave Desert Red Cliffs Trail - Red Rock Canyon State Park Hagen Canyon Nature Trail - Red Rock Canyon State Park Tour of Historic Downtown Tehachapi View of the Tehachapi Loop – Monolith César E. Chávez National Monument – Keene Discovering Bakersfield Kern County Museum – Bakersfield Bravo Farms, Tree House & Petting Zoo - Traver Walking Tour of Kingsburg Exploring Fresno Simonian Farms & Soul Consoling Japanese Internment Tower - Fresno Duncan Ceramic Products (iLoveToCreate) - Fresno Walking Tour of Modesto Wat Dhammararam Buddhist Temple - Stockton Walking Tour of Stockton Discovering Stockton University of the Pacific - Stockton Visiting Lodi Sutter's Fort State Historic Park - Sacramento California State Capitol - Sacramento Walking Tour - Sacramento Walking Tour - Winters Walking Tour - Napa The Chandelier Tree In Drive-Thru Tree Park - Leggett One Log House - Garberville Grandfather Tree - Piercy The Living Chimney Tree - Avenue of the Giants Stephens Grove Loop Trail - Avenue of the Giants Gould Grove Nature Loop Trail - Avenue of the Giants Fleishmann Grove Trail - Avenue of the Giants Mahan Plaque Trail - Avenue of the Giants Founders Grove Nature Loop Trail - Avenue of the Giants Eternal Tree House & Immortal Tree - Avenue of the Giants Drury-Chaney Loop Trail - Avenue of the Giants Walking Tour - Redcrest

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USA Road Trip 2023 - Part 2

Hello,

First attempt at a travel journal for me and first post after 7 years away from this forum. 😮 I went to the island of La Palma for 15 days in September 2025. After visiting Lanzarote in February, I was looking for a different and greener island. Well, I wasn’t disappointed. 😎

We stayed in Breña Baja on the east coast of the island, 5 minutes from the airport. This choice was mainly motivated by the desire not to change accommodation during the stay and to be in a "central" location close to amenities. It worked out well, but if I were to do it again, I’d split the stay in two by getting another place in the north of the island to explore that area, which really appeals to me. Note that the island is "climatically divided in two": the west coast is sunnier and drier, while the east coast is often foggy or cloudy. It’s quite impressive when you come out of the LP-3 road tunnel connecting the two sides—you feel like you’ve changed regions even though it’s less than 3 km apart.

Flight options weren’t plentiful (no direct flights from France), so I went with Iberia, connecting in Madrid for 250 € round-trip per person excluding checked baggage (80 € round-trip for one 23 kg suitcase on this route). Make sure to buy the checked baggage at the same time as your flight, as it’ll cost about 15 € more if you add it later. I booked the tickets 5 months in advance directly on Iberia’s website. You could also take a low-cost airline to Tenerife or Gran Canaria and then a flight with a Canarian carrier, but in my opinion, that only makes sense if you’re visiting one of those islands first, as the connection isn’t "guaranteed." The ferry is an option from Tenerife (about 2.5 hours crossing).

Our departure from Lyon was initially scheduled for 6 AM but took off at 9 AM so the crew could rest after the late arrival of the previous flight. This let us grab breakfast on the airline’s dime—thanks, EU Regulation (EC) No 261/2004. 😉 Iberia took a week to reimburse me after I submitted my passport, receipts, and bank details via their online claim form.

Our small but spacious CRJ-1000 Air Nostrum Bye-bye, Bugey nuclear plant And hello, Madrid—or rather, its very dry region. Our layover was initially 4 hours but shrank to 1 hour due to the previous flight’s delay. That worked out for us because Terminal 4 at Barajas is way less comfortable for resting than Lyon’s T1.

Landing with a view of Playa de la Cangrejera and del Pozo. When I say the east coast is often cloudy... 😇 First sight of "plátano" plantations. Banana farming makes up 50% of the island’s GDP!

More to come soon. [;]

Here’s a little story about my first trip to Japan with my partner. We went for our first visit from October 29 to November 13, 2024.

I had planned this entire trip back in November 2020, but given the health situation at the time, I had to cancel...

Here’s the classic route we took:

We booked everything ourselves and got a regional pass for the area from Kyoto to Hiroshima. The hotels were reserved 3 months in advance on Book... and Agod... (1030 € for 2 people for 13 nights = 80 €/night). For the flight, we chose a Qatar Airways flight with a layover to break up the long journey (950 € per person). We also got a pass on the same site (Japan-Experience) to take the train connecting Narita Airport to Shibuya Station (the N'EX Narita Express). Since the airport is 75 km from central Tokyo, we opted for this mode of transport, even though there are cheaper alternatives. After reading various posts on VoyageForum, I understood how important it was to have a Welcome Suica card to pay for public transport (subway, tram, bus, boat throughout the country), and we were able to buy one at Narita Airport. It turned out to be super useful! After a long but smooth journey, we found ourselves at Narita Airport in the evening. Even though we had a pass for the Narita Express, we had to go to a counter to make a reservation for the train (mandatory). Then, once we arrived at Shibuya Station, we took the subway for 2 stops and finally reached our hotel, exhausted (Hotel Asia Center of Japan – 270 € for 3 nights with breakfast included).

Hi everyone,

There haven’t been many recent stories about Norway in winter, and since I had trouble finding info on winter hikes, I thought I’d share a little travel journal.

Back in September 2024, while planning our summer 2025 trip to Norway, I joined some Facebook groups dedicated to travel in Scandinavia and started reading travel blogs. Since winter trips were being planned at the time, I came across posts with stunning photos of northern Norway in winter. I’d always pictured monotonous landscapes of pine forests and frozen lakes, so I was pleasantly surprised to see fjords, mountain ranges, and charming colorful cabins—just like in the Lofoten Islands. Turns out, the vast pine forests are more typical of Finnish Lapland. Norway, north of the Arctic Circle, is actually much more diverse. That was all it took to suggest this destination to my three guys for our winter vacation. After some research, early March seemed ideal—good weather, long enough daylight, and great chances for northern lights. A direct flight from Paris to Tromsø sealed the deal. The only downside? The cost of cars, accommodations, and activities nearly made us back out! Everything except flights is really expensive.

Since our oldest son had an important school deadline in June, he decided to skip the trip, so we ended up going as a trio. We took a Transavia round-trip flight from Orly to Tromsø for an amazing trip from March 1st to 8th.

Want to come along?

Hello everyone,

I’m not really a regular contributor to VoyageForum, but every time Kate and I travel, she encourages me to write a travel journal and publish it. And I must admit, it’s a very enjoyable intellectual exercise, though not always easy. As a VF contributor whose journals I’ve read once said, this retrospective work not only helps preserve memories but also provides a fruitful moment of introspection by bringing back emotions and feelings.

Kate and I spent a week in Istanbul. For her, who had already visited, it was a return; for me, it was a discovery.

As we’ve now made a habit of, I write the texts, and she posts her photos. We hope this illustrated story, crafted together, will revive beautiful sensations for those who know the city and inspire others to discover it. Here we go!

Hey everyone,

A lot has happened in 4 years when it comes to travel. It wasn’t a little virus that would stop us from traveling, even if we sometimes had to adjust our destinations. So, I’m going to try to get back into posting travel journals, starting with destinations where there aren’t many recent stories.

I’ll begin with our trip of 2 weeks exploring the western part of Cuba. For those eager to read the story, I invite you to check out MyAtlas, where I started writing my travel journals during VoyageForum’s long hiatus: https://www.myatlas.com/Lofwyra/cuba-petit-detour-au-pays-du-mojito

Our itinerary, traveled in a 1954 classic American car with our driver Yoan, who spoke excellent French. I’ll add links to the posts as I write them.

2 nights in Habana Vieja - <<click here to go directly to the post>> 2 nights in Playa Larga** 2 nights in Cienfuegos** 3 nights in Trinidad*** 2 nights in Matanzas*** 3 nights in Viñales**** 1 night in Havana, downtown and Vedado

Before diving into the story, here are a few photos of what stood out to us beyond the usual sights of this country:

🙂 The birds, in large numbers—hummingbirds, pink flamingos, pelicans, and especially the tocororo, Cuba’s endemic bird, considered the national bird because the colors of its plumage match the Cuban flag.

🙂 Matanzas, a city that doesn’t get much attention, sandwiched between Varadero and Havana. It doesn’t have the architectural splendor of Trinidad or Cienfuegos, some streets are really dirty, but it has a dynamic, lively vibe that really touched us.

🙂 The ever-present blue, in the architecture, the cars, and the natural surroundings.

...and what we called the "Cuban style": rum and cigars in the company of Che 😎

There’s still so much more to remember about this captivating and vibrant country, despite the economic crisis hitting Cubans hard... to be continued in the story.

Happy reading, Pascale

Dimanche 21 avril Tout commence par l'embarquement un peu en retard (en effet un siège cassé nécessitant une réparation immédiate ) Vient le moment du décollage tout se passe bien

13h35 enfin à Porto avec un beau soleil

Le trajet depuis l'aéroport à l'auberge de jeunesse est vraiment pas cher comparé au Rhone express (2,60€ contre 21,40€ aller retour....) Je prends possession de ma chambre uniquement avec des filles vraiment très sympathique (en prime salle de bain privative et petit balcon)

Je décide de regarder le restaurant pour le soir même (à 2 min à pied) et pour 12,9€ avec comme spécialité les tripes à la portugaise

Nuit assez mouvementée car pas l'habitude du décalage horaire

Lundi

J'avais prévu de faire World of discovery et finalement je ne l'ai pas fait L'auberge de jeunesse étant à côté du métro Trindade je suis descendue à pied jusqu'à la Ribeira (idem pour la croisière des 6 ponts vu le prix ça ne valait pas le coup....) Je passe aussi par Alliados La gare Sao Bento est magnifique (Je mettrai les photos un peu plus tard....)

Finalement à force de vagabonder je trouve un resto pas très cher (6€) (A Poco)mais je reste un peu sur ma faim je prends quelques churros (la vendeuse parlait français ) et je me suis fait attaquer par les mouettes c'était assez comique quand même Ensuite je décide de monter tout doucement aux caves Graham's c'est faisable à pied

Une visite en français avec la dégustation simple (17€)

Le retour se fait en bus (2€) J'arrive enfin à l'auberge de jeunesse et je veux tester un deuxième restaurant qui n'est pas répertorié dans le guide du routard (le resto s'appelle Sai Cao) et ben pas franchement déçu Le serveur parlant anglais me conseille de prendre une soupe et le patron me conseille la viande C'était excellent et surtout le rapport qualité prix incroyable (9€ en tout....)

Retour à l'auberge de jeunesse

Mardi temps de cochon (pluie temps changeant...)

Je décide tout de même d'aller à l'océan mais vu le temps incertain je préfère revenir en ville La cathédrale Se (3€) magnifique et vraiment pas cher

Ensuite j'avais booké sur booking.com pour la librairie (préférez acheter vous même le billet ) pas déçu non plus

Je décide finalement de faire la tour des Clerigos je suis montée en haut aussi mais manque de pot il se met à pleuvoir (décidément c'est pas ma journée....) Je rentre à pied et je me pose un bon moment

Le soir dernier resto au même endroit que lundi et franchement la patronne me fait un prix pour le dernier soir (5€ et oui....)

Il y avait tellement d'autre chose à faire mais en ayant 2 jours (1 avec la pluie...) Que je n'ai pas pû tout faire

Même la barrière de la langue n'a pas posé souci Les Portugais sont d'une gentillesse incroyable

PS les photos viendront après

Anecdote du vol aller : j'ai crû que mes tympans allaient se perforer...

On est mercredi il est 9h47 je ne vais pas tarder à aller prendre le métro pour l'aéroport...

A somewhat lengthy title... I could have simply written: from Bangkok to Chiang Rai, via Chiang Mai, since that was my route. But when poets embellish our travel journals with their verbal flourishes, you’ve got to try not to be too ordinary.

Skyscrapers of excess? You’ll have gathered that from the photo illustrating this journal—though it might change as the trip goes on.

The excess of markets—not so much in their size, though... Chatuchak... But in their sheer number. Day markets, night markets, floating markets, fresh produce markets, fish markets, meat markets, spice markets, fabric markets... and even... amulet markets... For luck, good fortune, protection. Not to mention, sadly, the market for girls—and boys, incidentally. I’ve even heard they’re displayed in windows. I’ve heard about that one, like you have, but I didn’t set foot in it, so I can’t say anything about it. Some even claim there’s a black-market trade in children. Disgusting! It reminded me of the book *The Parcel* by Anosh Irani, which I recommended in another journal. The story is set in India, but I’ve been told it exists in Thailand too. So, the "famous Thai markets" we’re bombarded with in paper and online guides—sure, they amazed me in the first few days, and I don’t regret visiting them. But no matter how big they were, I quickly got my fill since you saw the same things at every stall...

I had a market overdose.

Excess of tourism? I should say *tourists*, since I saw them literally swarming in the streets and those famous markets. I’d forgotten about them. I’d lost the habit, living in an Indian city for so long...

Waterfalls are a bit like markets. At this time of year, they’re not particularly spectacular, but they’re everywhere. There are the ones everyone goes to see. For example, Erawan, which I decided to skip even though it was in my original itinerary—I guessed it’d be a nightmare with the selfie circus. On the other hand, you come across them all over the place, hidden in the mountains and forests, not listed in any guide. Not to mention the ones you can find in temples or even private homes... Yes, really! Thais love waterfalls, so they install them in their gardens—and I even saw one in the middle of the city, right on the street! Sometimes they’re tiny, but very photogenic.

But what do ice cubes have to do with this? Why the excess of ice cubes? Not only are they everywhere by the ton, but they put them in *everything* you drink. You’d think they’d even put them in soup! And it’s not just one or two ice cubes—no! They fill the container to the brim, whatever it is, then pour the liquid on top to fill the gaps. They’ll make you an excellent coffee right in front of you, piping hot, then—bam! An avalanche of ice cubes in the glass. Okay, I’m exaggerating a little. They *do* sometimes ask if you prefer your coffee—or tea—hot. Everything edible, and especially everything drinkable, is refrigerated: vegetables, fruit, hot drinks (I mean, drinks that are *usually* hot), but meat and fish are left out in the open. They just wave a little whisk to shoo away the flies when they get too eager. Mind you, I never put fruit, cheese, eggs, or water in the fridge in France, but I do in India. And I refrigerate meat and fish too... Though sometimes one of those little flies sneaks into the fridge...

You won’t find practical or technical details in this journal, like addresses or prices. Others do that better than me. You also won’t find the names of obscure or unknown places I discovered, or directions to get there.

I don’t really feel like recounting what I saw day by day, following my schedule and route. There might be flashbacks, projections into the future. It’ll depend on my memories, what I felt, what I hated, what comes back to me—and maybe your questions and our exchanges. And for those who’ve never read me before, you’ll have to get used to my parentheses and digressions, maybe on a completely different subject, as my thoughts wander. Stories within stories. There’ll also be long, endless sentences—but still punctuated, so you can follow along. Though I used to curse Proust and his sentences that started on one page and ended on the next, sometimes even further. I’d have to reread them twenty times to follow and understand what he was saying. I hated Proust. But hey, I was 20. Maybe I’d like him now?

See? The digressions are starting already. Forgive me.

You’ll find few photos here. First, the number is limited, and second, photos aren’t the main purpose of either VF or a travel journal. They’re too often used to mask the poverty of the text. And, sorry to say it, but so many of them are just plain ugly! If you really want to see photos, I’ll share some links where you can browse them at your leisure

Mid-June, two Auvergnats on the starting blocks—off we go to the former Yugoslavia! We’d already explored some nooks and crannies of northern Croatia back in 2019, so we’re keeping the momentum going by planning a trip to the south of the country and then Montenegro.

On the way back, we’ll drift into Bosnia-Herzegovina just to mix things up a bit!

We’re a little unsure about what to expect in terms of tourist crowds.

Dubrovnik has a reputation for being the hardest-hit city by overtourism, and Kotor and the whole Dalmatian coast aren’t exactly empty...

Luckily, most European countries haven’t started school holidays yet, and some measures seem to have been put in place to limit the flow (like restrictions on the number of cruise ships allowed to dock at the same time).

Maybe we’ll manage to escape the promised hell?

For now, we’re slamming the doors of the Scirocco and heading off to our first stop: northern Italy!