le problème c'est qu'une démocratie est faite de lois, celles et ceux qui ne les acceptent pas ont deux choix :
1 ils partent ailleurs
2 ils ne les respectent pas, mais après, qu'ils ne viennent pas se plaindre d'etre punis, c'est ça la démocratie.... et nous avons un pays extra pour ça, la preuve tt le monde veut y venir..... les AF les aides sociales, le rmi, etc.... en attendant c'est nous qui payons les impots pour les assistés qui sont contre les lois de leur pays d'accueil ou de leur pays tout court incluant les bretons.
Heureusement, en Bretagne, on a quasiment partout interdit les camping cars 😏... Et on les chasse avec ardeur !
A la lecture de vos propos, je pense qu'il est de toutes façons préférable que vous n'y veniez pas, et je pense pouvoir dire que votre venue en Bretagne serait un malentendu tant vos idées sont une insulte à la nation bretonne.
Toute loi, même acceptée démocratiquement, n'est pas pour autant une loi légitime ; il est de notre droit, et même de notre devoir, de rejeter celles d'entre elles qui seraient iniques, tout comme le militaire que vous étiez a le devoir, et non seulement le droit, de refuser un ordre inique. Parce qu'au-delà de la jugulaire il y a l'éthique, parce qu'au-delà de l'intérêt de l'Etat il y l'humanité.
Bonsoir aussi,
c´est ca, Anàssa, c´est attérrant, consternant, édifiant, mais néanmoins ludique comme forum.
C´est à la fois nombriliste et sarcastique. Quoi que je doute que certains des participants maitrisent et le sujet et le sarcasme... Par contre le nombrilisme, le franco-franchouillard, le breton-bretonisant, ca oui, ca ressort à toutes les pages. Dès fois, ca doit être de l´humour bien enrobé...
Je ne prétends même pas avoir "lu" en diagonale, j´ai survolé et pour être franche, convoité les polémiques (parce qu´il s´agit bien de ca, non?) .
A la page 1, le message lancé est perso et interpelle. A la page 29, il y quelqun qui tente de ramener le sujet sur les rails. Mais tout le reste est à se demander.
Si je peux de permettre de mettre de l´eau au moulin... j´apprécie (différent de "j´aime") la France quand j´y suis et aussi quand je n´y suis pas (la distance aidant)... trop banal? ok, je retire ce que je viens d´écrire!
Tenez, là, je m´avance sur un terrain miné: j´apprécie (différent de "j´aime") la Bretagne où j´ai bossé, vécu un peu et apprécié l´hospitalité. (je m´enfonce peut-être?)
Mais bon, voilà. Je ne vais pas commencer à m´attarder sur les détours essoufflants de la discussion, parceque je n´ai pas l´habitude de parler de ce que je connais pas (genre, en vrac: les retraites, les SS, les écoles bretonnes etc).
Donc, au mieux, je m´arrête là avant d´appeler à l´aide.
Enfin bon, tirez vous bien dans les pattes, amusez vous bien!
Sans rancune. Plutôt bonne continuation.
oui, vous pouvez garder vos réponses, elles n'interressent que vous, moi, je respecte la France, je l'aime, et donc ses lois, je suis un homme heureux et je ne cherche pas à démonter les lois, ni ses structures dont vous faites partie, je le repete, vous devriez renier votre nationalité Française et partir au fin fond de l'afrique dominer qui vous pourrez.
C'est vrai, d'un côté c'est très nombriliste, c'est aussi un jeu, là je parle pour moi, mais quelque part oui ça m'amuse de polémiquer avec des gens qui ne sont pas d'accord, mais c'est vrai qu'au bout d'un moment ça devient stérile... Que voulez-vous, parfois on se laisse aller en bavardage, c'est comme dans la vie! Sauf que dans la vie je n'aurais peut-être pas réussi à garder tout mon sang-froid, alors qu'internet me le permet...🙂
Un ami m'a dit: Le monde serait meilleur si chacun-e regardait dans l'assiette de l'autre et y rajoutait ce qu'il y manque
Heureusement, en Bretagne, on a quasiment partout interdit les camping cars 😏... Et on les chasse avec ardeur !
😄 faux, la bretagne est bien pourvue d'aires d'accueil pour camping car pour (vidanges, pleins etc...) et je vais m'y hasarder un de ces jours, le retour chez des amis à pimpol me démange. ou st pol de léon. cé bô.😏
tout comme le militaire que vous étiez a le devoir, et non seulement le droit, de refuser un ordre inique. Parce qu'au-delà de la jugulaire il y a l'éthique, parce qu'au-delà de l'intérêt de l'Etat il y l'humanité.
je vous laisse réver.......le militaire que j'étais n'avait qu'un devoir, celui d'obéir pour mon pays, ma patrie, et je resterais comme ça jusqu'a la fin.
En fait celà me fait penser à le BD d'Astérix "La Zizanie" celle où il y a un personnage qui la sème fort bien dans le village gaulois et qui en rigole beaucoup !!!!
"Harlaut: bien tenté, mais non je ne reviendrai pas sur le sujet breton... pose moi la question en pv, mais ça m'étonnerait que ma réponse t'intéresse si tu ne peux pas troller dessus en public. "
Voilà...le MP est parti vers d'autres cieux.🙂
Sur un forum, on confronte des avis, et cela peut se faire dans le calme, puisque possible avec certains.
STP, pour ta réponse en privé, si tu pouvais faire assez synthétique, c'est moins fatiguant. 😉
A propos de la définition de breton, j'écrivais que chaque breton pourrait en donner une différente.
Tu répondais : "Il en est très bien ainsi, justement ! "
Comment peut-on adhérer à qq chose que l'on n'arrive pas à définir, autour d'une notion aussi élastique ?? Comment peut-on se réunir autour d'une notion aussi équivoque ?
Cela a du être étudié déjà par des sociologues, cherche de ce côté. Je ne suis pas sûre que ceux qui le vivent soient ceux qui sont le plus à même de l'expliquer.
J'avoue ne pas avoir été jusqu'aux derniers messages. Mais belle polémique !
Bien sûr que notre pays est magnifique, dont ma Bretagne natale ! Nous avons la chance de vivre dans une démocratie, même si la Loi n'est pas toujours parfaite et à notre goût.
Nous ne sommes plus une grande puissance, n'en déplaise au président actuel, mais nous avons la chance de vivre dans un pays à haut niveau de vie... et nous dépensons parfois sans compter
et ne parlons pas de nos enfants... qu'on peut comparer à de belles oies gavées de produits divers !
Tout gamin, on nous rappelle que des Français se sont battus pour ces valeurs. Dans ce cas là, je suis très fière d'appartenir à ce pays.
En revanche, ce qui me pèse de plus en plus, à chaque retour de voyage et particulièrement depuis notre retour du Pérou, c'est cet individualisme ! Ce n'est pas nouveau, mais je le supporte de moins en moins... Je dois prendre un coup de vieux !
Petit retour en arrière : la tempête de décembre 1999. Une de nos voisines, très agée, n'a plus d'ardoises sur sa maison. Je ne la connaîs pas, mais je m'inquiète pour elle, car nous n'avons plus d'électricité et il s'est mis à neiger. Réponse d'un autre voisin : " elle n'a pas besoin de vous, elle a son fils qui est dans le coin !"
Nous avons nous mêmes un trou dans notre toit et un voisin couvreur... Je lui demande s'il peut nous aider... J'attends encore sa réponse. Je dois avoir une TRES sale tête !
Passons au cadre professionnel : des gens qui ont fait des études supérieures ... et pour
certains, une ouverture d'esprit si étroite que je ne supporte plus leurs idées ou leurs conversations.
Mareva 91 parlait d'une France "multiculturelle ". Oui, dans les grandes villes ! Mais dans certaines zones rurales, certains Français peuvent exprimer un racisme hors du commun, alors qu'ils ne cotoient jamais de populations d'origine étangère !
De plus, en réponse à ce que tu disais ( toujours Mareva), je peux te dire que certains coins de la campagne ont leurs laissés-pour-compte.... parfois sans eau, sans électricité ... et une misère intellectuelle ....
Bien sûr, j'ai la chance de partir avec de l'argent en voyage, comme le dit très justement RRR...
mais Sushi a raison lorsqu'elle dit que l' on trouve " des valeurs d'entraide et des valeurs humaines à l'étranger " qu'on a du mal à retrouver parfois chez nous. J'ai trouvé la réponse de Messito un peu dure !
Il y a des gens biens et des " cons " partout comme le disait très justement quelqu'un, en revanche, la plupart des Français, donneurs de leçons ( moi la première, la preuve), est égoïste, trop gâté et ne s'intéresse pas à grand chose en dehors de son petit univers. Il suffit de regarder les journaux nationaux ! Amusez vous à analyser les sujets sur 30 mn... sans commentaire et inquiétant ! Et là, encore Sushi ... d'accord avec toi !
Alors la France ! Garder l'emballage et vider tout ce qui est périmé ? idées dépassées, cons de tous bords ? Finalement, peut-être plus simple de partir ?
Bien ! maintenant dodo, sur un matelas de luxe, choisi minutieusement entre X modèles !
Très Français !
Marie.
Marie.
Il n'est rien de plus beau que l'instant qui précède le voyage.
Salut Cat,
tu m'a bien fait marrer avec cette intervention LOL!!!!
alors tu te sens plus Toulousaine ou Italienne now???!!! LOL
aller c'est bon, n'oubliez pas d'ou vous venez, mais vous etes tous, ou presque, europeen(e)s maintenant!!!
faut arretter de jouer du replie et plutot s'ouvrir sur ce qui va arriver, (aussi sur ceux qui vont arriver)!!!
A+
Un voyage de mille lis a commencé par un pas. (Lao-Tseu ; 1 lis=ancienne mesure chinoise équivalente a 576m définie des la dynastie Qin, mais qui variait selon la région et l'époque, valeur actuelle 500m, le li est une mesure coréenne d'environ 3920m)
pour les pti curieux!!! le chien subliminaleeu
Il y aura surement de judicieuses réponses dans le post de Declericy que je vous conseille hautement car en effet avec la situation sociale de ces deux îles Sandwiches et de ses Sandwichais, on peut évoquer sans doute de nombreux parallèles...si toutefois le post est encore d'actualité demain au petit matin quand vous reprendrez votre clavier...
Vraiment la conjonture actuelle oblige à la prise en compte encore plus effective d'une valorisation de nos caractères spécifiques et d'un projet commun plus fraternel et plus juste ...
😉Et bien, moi, j'y viendrai en Bretagne, et les Bretons on les aime bien chez nous, dans le Sud.
Il est vrai que les campings cars qui s'installent n'importe où, et qui ne respectent pas les rêgles élémentaires d'hygiène, nous avons celà aussi. Beaucoup d'étrangers.
La Bretagne, j'y suis allé, j'y reviendra, c'est une région magnifique, avec une gastronomie très gustative.
J'y ai remarqué de superbes églises, des plages sauvages, des couleurs de coucher et de lever de soleil de quoi remplir l'album photos.
Sans parler du folklore, on rit, on chante en Bretagne, on danse aussi, les étés sont supers.
Donc, ils ont des chapeaux ronds
Vive la Bretagne
Ils ont des chapeaux ronds
Vive les Bretons.
Je ne vous cite que le refrain, car les couplets me feraient virer �� tout jamais de VF. MDR
"je vous laisse réver.......le militaire que j'étais n'avait qu'un devoir, celui d'obéir pour mon pays, ma patrie, et je resterais comme ça jusqu'a la fin."
Et bien on vous aura menti. Les militaire ont bien un devoir de désobéissance aux ordres iniques.
je connais cet article depuis longtemps, mais ce n'est que théorique et relevé dans ce cas par un torchon.....
et qui m'aurait menti ? c'est moi qui ai choisi d'etre celui que j'étais et suis toujours.
et vous devez aux militaires qui sont morts pour sauver la France, un profond respect, car pour eux pas de paroles, des actes, pour que vous puissiez blablater avec vos idées ringardes. qui n'ont de philo que la votre;
Vivement le prochain putsch, quoi!
Qu'on ait un peu d'ordre et qu'on mette du plomb dans la tête de tous ces jeunes glandeurs.
Y'a qu'ça de vrai mon colonel.
Et p'is, dans l'armée, la retraite vient super tôt, de quoi profiter du CC plus longtemps
A la suite de ces échanges, j'en suis venu à penser que j'avais un pois chiche à la place du cerveau.😠Une opportunité m'a donné l'occasion d'y remédier. Avec la filière russe, spécialisée dans le trafic d'organes, j'ai eu quelques contacts. Sur catalogue, on m'a présenté un grand choix de cerveaux provenant de grands hommes. Mon attention a été retenue par un écrivain, mais comme on ne sait jamais trop ce qui se passe dans leur tête, j'ai préféré m'orienter sur d'autres choix. On m'a suggéré aussi un philosophe, mais ce n' est pas trop mon truc. Par contre, pour un grand mathématicien spécialiste des écarts-types, pas un seul instant, je n'ai hésité et j'ai dit oui pour la transplantation. La livraison et l'opération eurent lieu les jours suivants, dans un endroit que l'on m'a fait promettre de tenir secret. Et, au même moment, la presse locale évoquait la mort par accident d'un savant en mathématiques, on a désigné les tchéchènes. Une semaine après mon retour, lors d'un repas de famille, je me suis mis à braire au moment du dessert. Mon entourage s'en est alors inquiété. Très préoccupé, j'ai repris contact avec mon intermédiaire russe, qui m'a expliqué que sur une personne de plus de 30 ans, il arrivait généralement, que lors d'une greffe de cerveau, opération des plus délicates, toutes les connections n'arrivaient pas à se rétablir. A mon avis, je me suis fait roulé. Toutes mes économies y sont passées. Ils ont dû me refiler un cerveau d'un âne du Caucase. Quelque peu inquiet, j'ai consulté un universitaire à la sorbonne, grand spécialiste en zoologie des équidés, le professeur Ranjaroff. Il a tenu à me rassurer en me disant que c'était faire une injure à l'âne de dire qu'il est particulièrement bête, surtout que son cerveau, m'a-t-il affirmé, est très proche de celui de l'humain. Il m'a également expliqué que la grande proximité de cet animal avec l'homme, depuis les temps les plus reculés, en avait fait un compagnon apprécié pour sa grande intelligence et que la formule "bête comme un âne", trop souvent employée, n'est que l'expression d'une grande jalousie. Bien sûr, c'est une allégorie et comme toutes le fables, elles peuvent paraître idiotes car on n'a jamais vu un corbeau tenir dans son bec un fromage, ni d'ailleurs parler avec un renard. Michel
Bien...j'ai lu...pas en diagonale cette fois.
Je suis partagée entre l'envie de rire et de vomir.
Je ne suis pas en France, mon attention est tournée vers d'autres horizons, les échos partiels et étouffés que je peux en percevoir me laissent penser que le pays est assez agité ces temps-ci (une amie au téléphone a même prononcé l'expression "ambiance de guerre civile") et peut-être que l'humeur de ceux qui y habitent s'en ressent...
Je ris... putain con, heureusement que je ne me suis pas attardée trop longtemps dans mes rêves adolescents d'indépendance occitane, hé bé couillon, y'a de ses os dans "mon païs", mieux vaut les diluer dans un ensemble plus vaste. Un rire anecdotique, rien de plus.
Je songe... la France, les Français existent-ils, autrement que par un tracé individualisant sur un atlas et une nationalité vidée de sens ? Il y a ici des individus qui ont la même nationalité que moi inscrite sur leurs papiers d'identités (sic !.. l'identité est vraiment autre chose) et qui me sont aussi étrangers que des talibans afghans. L'éloignement, l'incompatibilité sont du même ordre. Le fait que nous utilisions un certain nombre de mots communs, que nous ayons été formés dans le même système ne change rien à l'affaire.
Cela fait longtemps que j'ai eu cette intuition, largement confirmée depuis, que je pouvais partager une nationalité avec de parfaits étrangers et à l'inverse me sentir très proche de personnes dont l'"étrangeté" se résumait à une petite inscription, effaçable, sur une feuille de papier.
Pour répondre à ta question : "alors tu te sens plus Toulousaine ou Italienne now???!!!"
Je suis toulousaine et italienne et commingeoise et grecque et gasconne et française (je prends ce qui m'intéresse dans la réalité multiple que recouvre chacun de ces adjectifs, et écarte le reste).
J'espère bien vivre assez longtemps pour ajouter encore autre chose...
La France n'existe plus, tu sais....
Ni comme projet, ni comme culture ouverte, ni comme valeurs partagées. Son universalité, son idéal, son histoire même se sont dissoutes.
Elle ne le sait pas encore, mais, comme disait l'autre, c'est au crépuscule que s'envole l'oiseau de Minerve.
Je suis partagée entre l'envie de rire et de vomir.
moi j'ai choisis tout de suite la premiere solution🙂!!!
Pour le reste de ta réponse, j' suis tout a fait d'accord avec toi, et j'irais meme plus loin, plus ça va et plus je me sens proche "d'étrangers", que de "véritable Français"!!!! enfin bon ceci dit, je fais avec!!!!
J'espère bien vivre assez longtemps pour ajouter encore autre chose...
Je te le souhaite de tout coeur!!!
A+ et bon dimanche
Un voyage de mille lis a commencé par un pas. (Lao-Tseu ; 1 lis=ancienne mesure chinoise équivalente a 576m définie des la dynastie Qin, mais qui variait selon la région et l'époque, valeur actuelle 500m, le li est une mesure coréenne d'environ 3920m)
pour les pti curieux!!! le chien subliminaleeu
J'aime la France et je pense qu'on a de la chance d'y vivre, d'avoir le droit de dire tout ce que l'on veut . 😇.En plus chez nous c'est très beau ( petit chant doiseau pour accompagné l'affirmation), d'ailleurs tout le monde y vient! 😉
Le meilleur moyen de l'apprécier encore plus est d'aller dans des pays ou les libertés sont restreintes et ou il y a la misère, la vraie, la misère de masse. Mais c'est vrai "le Français" est une caricature de raleur 😠, de "m'as tu vu " et souvent de profond ennnui 🙁 .
Ceci dit quand on en rencontre un tres loin de chez nous, on est ravi de faire un brin de causette ou d'aller casser une croute avec lui. 😉
Partir en voyage, quand on a le privilège de pouvoir le faire, ça nous éloigne du quotidien, des potes de toujours (qu'on aime bien), de la France qui nous barbe avec son "politiquement correct" et ses idées stéréotypées. Ca fait rêver des mois à l'avance quand on le prépare (pendant ce temps on ne regarde pas la télé et ne reste pas 3h à table, et ça fait un bon sujet de conversation 😉 ). Le meilleur moyen que nous ayons trouvé pour être super contents, c'est de partir le plus souvent possible et de mettre du temps à préparer les voyages. D'ailleurs on part bientôt!
pour ma part, je ferme la porte lorsque je suis à l'étranger, et surtout a Mada ou je vis qq mois/an, j'aime bien les Français ici quoiqueeeeeee..... Mais alors à l'étranger, Stop, chacun chez soi, je n'ai que peu d'amis vazahas à mada et je m'en porte bien. (suite à beaucoup d'expériences).
Nous pouvons quand même tirer une grande constatation de ce post, avec 734 réponses et plus de 11 000 lectures, le sujet passionne: on se rend bien compte que les français sont quand même très nombrilistes ! ! ! forcément on parle d'eux, PIRE encore: on ose dire que ce peuple souffre de quelques manques...INTOLÉRABLE pour grand nombre d'entre vous qui cherchaient, désespérément, à fuir cette constatation afin de mettre en avant des arguments censés justifier ce côté très Français empreint de chauvinisme....
Bravo pour cette diatribe essentielle!
Tu connais beaucoup de gens qui, appartenant à un peuple qui a des racines communes, n'aient pas envie d'en parler quand la question leur est posée de façon directe? Toi en premier qui as lancé le sujet et qui a lu les réponses...🤪 pour donner une leçon à la masse des internautes du forum...🙁 Mais c'est ça la France, la liberté de penser et de dire et même d'écrire! Merci pour ta participation.
Laurence
hier soir, sur direct 8 l'émission "face a Alain Minc" avec entre autres, Michel wievioka sociologue, sujets divers dont l'état de nos universités Françaises, ce n'est pas brillant du tout, nous sommes sur la pente descendante..... Et ne sommes plus côtés du tout en Europe et ailleurs.
Alors, vraiment, tu n'as rien tire de toutes ces discussions...
De toutes manieres, cela ne m'etonne pas. Il n'y a pas plus aveugle que les aveugle volontaire.
Si tu trouves ton pays intolerable, pars, Va a l'etranger, va dans les pays pauvres.
Essaie d'y gagner ta vie, et une fois que tu auras un peu d'experience, on verra bien ....
mais a mon avis, c'est un cas desespere.
Tout n'est pas parfait en France loin de la... mais tout critiquer quand on en profite soi meme..!! C'est pas tres joli, joli...
Je pensais déjà depuis un moment que tu étais une fouteuse de m... et je vois que j'avais raison, en effet, tu fais partie de des personnes qui lancent une polémique en sachant exactement ce qu'il vont déclancher mais non pas le courage de la moindre intervention personnelle (désolée tu ne fais que répéter la même diatribe depuis le début). 😠
D'autre part, si tu lances la même polémique sur les Belges, les Québecois, les Italiens, les Serbo-croates tu déclencheras le même raz de marée chacun ayant son mot à dire, mais n'est ce pas le principe d'un forum de discussion (nous avons depuis longtemps dépassé le voyage).
En fait tu es exactement le genre de française que je déteste, nombriliste, profiteuse et donneuse de leçon.... tu voulais si on aimait la France et les français, non quand les français sont comme toi, ...Tu oublies ce problème tellement simple et tellement vrai en ce qui te concerne : on voit la paille dans l'oeil de son voisin, mais pas la poutre dans le sien.
Et son profitait de ton dernier post ridicule pour clore cette discussion.
Au fait, écrire en gros, en gras et en couleurs ne donne pas plus de sens ou de force à ce que tu écris, au contraire cela indispose avant même de lire.
Je me pose une question... J'ai rencontré ces derniers jours pas mal de voyageurs étrangers de nationalités diverses. Tous s'accordent à dire que l'accueil des…
La France (j'allais dire notre pays, c'était oublier que le site VF est canadien, enfin c'est pas loin concernant les francophones, il s'agit de nos cousins),…
Une des premières questions que l'on nous pose en voyage c'est " de quel pays es tu?" Celà semble un paramètre super important pour que l'on nous situe, plus…
Une fois n’est pas coutume, je vais parler de mon propre pays, la France, où j’ai fait récemment un voyage assez court à partir de Bangkok (où je vis). Je…
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"It seems to me that poverty would be less painful in the sun" wrote Aznavour...
Not sure...😕 Who can prove that people in hot countries are happier than others?
What do you think?
Is it better to live in Montpellier than in Lille?
Are the Pygmies happier than the Inuit?
Are Canadians less happy than the people of Louisiana?
Are there more French expats in hot countries?
And your travels? Do you choose your destinations based on the climate?
Do you rejoice when a bit of sunshine appears?
Who’d like to share their best and worst travel memories in a few lines?
For me, it’s watching the TAJ MAHAL at sunrise and getting chased by dogs at the top of a mountain pass in GREECE on the way back from ISTANBUL.
THANKS GUYS
Hi everyone, just this once I’m not posting for a travel story, but to share a thought for Venezuela.
If you didn’t know—since it’s not making headlines—the country was hit by two 7.5-magnitude earthquakes last week. Over 2,200 people have died, more than 50,000 are missing, and some coastal towns have been completely destroyed.
Maybe when the scale of the humanitarian crisis becomes clear, our media will cover it a bit more... especially since earthquakes with this many casualties usually make the front page, but there’s been nothing in France.
So here’s a thought for this country, which, whatever you think of its politics, is a true jewel of South America, both for its landscapes and its people.
hi there
I’d like to invite you to discover my coastal province in central Vietnam: Quang Ngai.
This year, my province has really improved its infrastructure—mountains, countryside, and sea are all authentic here.
No harassers or thieves, and no Russians either.
A local lunch costs around 1 €.
A *** hotel room is about 25 €, and you can find hotels right on My Khe Beach.
We have a specialty: *banh xeo*—10 crepes for just 1.5 €.
You can rent motorbikes to explore the province and maybe visit the many ethnic minorities.
I live here—I’m not selling anything, but I can help if needed (my father-in-law is a traditional Vietnamese doctor and he’s very skilled).
Hi everyone! 😉
I’m Typhaine, 35 years old. Five years ago, I left France for a solo round-the-world trip—no planes, just a van, hitchhiking, cycling, and even a canoe in the Amazon! Today, I work as a naturalist guide in Argentine Patagonia.
Wherever I go, my compass stays the same: observing and photographing wildlife, which I deeply admire and respect.
My project: I’d love to share this experience through a sustainable, authentic, and immersive nature tourism initiative. But to build something meaningful, I need to understand how other nature enthusiasts experience their own adventures.
If you:
Are over 20 years old
Have a true passion for Nature
Have already taken at least one trip lasting more than 3 nights (in your country or abroad) in your life
Promise: I’m not selling anything, this isn’t marketing. Your answers are 100% anonymous and will only help me shape this wild project.
A huge thank you to everyone for your help and kindness! Looking forward to chatting in this thread 😛
(Dear admins, this is purely a collaborative effort for my project study, with no commercial purpose. Thank you so much for your support!)
Photo: Grizzly Bear (Ursus arctos horribilis), female on the left and her cub on the right. Photo taken by me in Alaska, Denali National Park.
It’s something we often notice in this forum—and many others—this behavioral shift.
A long-time member, or even a new one, asks a question.
They get one or more answers, some brief, some detailed, and then... nothing???
Not even a simple thank you!!!
From what I’ve gathered, if the answers don’t align with what they wanted to hear, it seems natural for the asker to just disappear!! 😕
Unless—(and I fear this is the case)—basic politeness is no longer part of our society????
I spent 3 weeks in Bali last summer (+ 3 nights on Gili Meno and a day trip to Kawah Ijen in Java). So I wanted to see what ChatGPT could suggest for comparison...
Here’s the prompt I gave:
"You’re a local expert guide for Bali.
- Plan a 20-day itinerary for Bali with a side trip to Gili Meno and a day trip to Kawah Ijen in Java without staying overnight.
- I’m traveling with my wife, and I love visiting historical sites, hiking, relaxing at the beach, snorkeling, and exploring rice terraces...
- For the duration of the stay, I don’t want more than 8 places to sleep, and I’d like to stay at least 2 days at each stop to avoid unpacking too often. Except for the last night, where I’m okay with just one night near the airport.
- I prefer neighborhoods that are walkable and try to avoid typical tourist traps, though I don’t want to miss the must-see spots. So suggest a mix of iconic sites and hidden gems.
- Recommend hotels or guesthouses with a budget of 50 to 100 € per night, including breakfast. Make suggestions in areas popular with travelers, specifying the vibe (I prefer quiet), and consider safety and proximity to attractions.
- For lunch and dinner, suggest two to three restaurants that are well-rated by customers.
- Give me a day-by-day program with details on travel times, visiting times for each point of interest, and recommendations for transportation (taxi, train, bike, etc.).
Estimate the total cost of the trip, including accommodations, food, transportation, and activities, and suggest two tips for saving money in each category.
- Don’t make anything up—be realistic about travel times, take into account the opening dates and hours of sites, and give me the entry fees for places to visit.
- Ask me all the questions until you’re 95% sure you understand what’s being asked. Don’t generate your response until you’ve understood."
The AI asked for a few clarifications:
"Great request—I can build you a really optimized and enjoyable itinerary, but to be 95% sure I hit the mark, I need a few key clarifications (this will really influence the pace, areas, and accommodations)."
In the end, it proposed a program very close to what we actually did.
I’ll skip its accommodation and restaurant suggestions...
Its proposal:
"Ubud (4 nights) => we did 5 nights
Sidemen (2 nights)
Amed (3 nights) => we’d planned 2 nights
Gili Meno (3 nights) => we did Gili between Sidemen and Amed
Munduk (3 nights) => we did 2 nights before Pemuteran
Pemuteran (3 nights) with Ijen => we did 4 nights
Sanur (2 nights + 1 last night) => we chose Jatiluwih instead of Sanur
It suggested "activities" (and accommodations too):
IN UBUD:
- Walk around central Ubud (1–2h)
- Campuhan Ridge Walk
- Tegalalang Rice Terrace
- Tirta Empul
- Gunung Kawi
- Massage / market / slow café
IN SIDEMEN:
- Rice terrace hike (2–3h)
- Cooking class
IN AMED:
- Snorkeling
- Japanese Shipwreck
- Beach + relaxation
- Volcano sunset
ON GILI:
- Snorkeling at Gili Meno Turtle Point, Nest Underwater Statues
IN MUNDUK:
- Jungle & waterfall hike - Munduk Waterfall + Melanting Waterfall
- Loop: 3–4h (perfect for your level)
- Ulun Danu Bratan Temple
- Twin Lakes
IN PEMUTERAN
- Snorkeling: Menjangan Island
For Kawah Ijen, it detailed the day well:
👍 from Pemuteran = best possible option
12 PM: leave hotel (we left at 10 PM)
1 PM: ferry
3 PM: arrival in Java + transfer
11 PM: start ascent
2 AM–6 AM: volcano
Return to Bali around 11 AM–12 PM (we got back at 4 PM)
👍 still very intense, but doable with an agency
💰 ~80–120 €/person all-inclusive
IN SANUR:
- Relaxation
- Quiet beach
- Proximity to airport (30 min)"
I’ve kept the habit of blowing my nose in the sink and then washing my hands—a custom I picked up in India. Sometimes, non-travelers are shocked when they catch me in the act... 🤪
Also, when I run out of toilet paper, it doesn’t bother me—unless I’ve got company over... 🤪
Just got back from walking a friend’s dog (while they’re on vacation), wearing a djellaba and Tibetan boots... 😏😏😏 Oh, for sure, if I’d run into locals, I probably would’ve shocked them? 😏
Anyway, as long as I’m not spitting on the floor at a restaurant or squatting on the side of a highway with a water bottle in hand...
After taking a little trip around the world, I came back a few months ago with an idea in mind.
I mostly do diving, and I love observing animals in their natural habitat without disturbing them.
During the trip, I realized it was quite complicated to know where and when to see certain species.
For example:
where to dive with sharks or manta rays
where you might get a chance to swim with whales
I even discovered thresher sharks during my trip… I didn’t even know this species existed before, even though they’re incredible to see.
We spent a ton of time searching for info all over the place, especially on social media, without ever getting a clear picture.
So I started putting all this together on my own, in the form of a map, to make it easier to visualize where to go depending on the seasons.
I recently put a first version online (it’s called Fauneya).
There are probably mistakes, inconsistencies, or things to improve, and that’s partly why I’m posting here.
I’d really love to know how you all go about planning this kind of trip.
As part of my Master’s thesis, I’m currently conducting a public survey on a topic that concerns all of us when planning a trip: artificial intelligence and the role of human contact in travel planning.
These days, we’re using more and more digital tools to find ideas, compare options, and book trips... but is the role of human advisors still essential? At what moments? And for what types of trips?
The survey is anonymous and takes about 7 minutes.
It’s aimed at anyone who travels (or has traveled) for leisure, whether you plan everything yourself or go through an agency.
While browsing the forum to gather info for my upcoming trip to Thailand, I often see the terms "traveler," "great traveler," and also "tourist"—so what’s the nuance for you?
I've traveled quite a bit in Vietnam over the past few years—from the southern delta to bustling cities and even some small islands—but what really sticks with me is the north, the high mountains.
Up there, there's something different—maybe slower, more raw. The morning markets with ethnic groups, women in traditional clothes, the colors...
The stilt houses, kids following you and laughing for no reason, the terraced rice fields—it almost feels unreal at times, so vast and quiet, yet so human and simple.
You often hear that Sapa has become too touristy, and that's partly true, especially in the center. But as soon as you move a little farther away, everything changes quickly. The landscapes open up, encounters feel more natural, and you rediscover something truly authentic.
I think it's that contrast that struck me—the difference between what you imagine before going and what you actually discover when you take the time.
And you—what memory do you hold onto from Vietnam? A particular place that touched you more than others?
Hello,
We’re finalizing the plans for our upcoming trip to China in May 2025. The second-to-last stop will be in Zhangjiajie, where we’ve planned to stay for 2 full days before heading to Shanghai.
We’re traveling solo using local transport and have arranged to stay in the city of Zhangjiajie.
We’ve seen that there’s a lot to see:
Tianmen Mountain, the Grand Canyon and the glass bridge, Zhangjiajie National Park, and that the sites are quite far apart with fairly expensive entry fees.
We’re thinking of dedicating one day to the national park and the Grand Canyon (glass bridge) and one day to Tianmen Mountain.
But we’re not sure if this plan is realistic—any thoughts would be much appreciated!
I should be serving a warming drink to the participants in the discussion about gardens and parks that provide us with beautiful photos, I could mention the delicious buttery scent wafting from bakeries in the thread about returning to France, but my heart, its powerful pulse that nourishes my entire being, is elsewhere.
Dasht-e Lut, Yazd, Esfahan, Bam, Kerman, Qeshm, Hormuz—a melody, a prayer at the heart of desire.
A dream, an unattainable fantasy? No. Not anymore.
A very serious Italian travel agency is organizing this trip for 6 people this winter. I’m signed up, I’m going, I’m living. Maybe.
"But you’re completely crazy!!!!"
I know... I know that every civilization, every society has a vital need to create scapegoats to define and justify itself, pathetically. And Iran is one of them, top of the list. I laugh or sigh, and it doesn’t bother me.
But that unchanging red, deep red and garnet, so beautiful in itself, in all the Western chancelleries repeats, whispers, shouts: don’t go, don’t go, don’t go, you’re putting yourself in danger and we can’t do anything for you. You’ll be turned into mere bargaining chips, into arguments for endless negotiations. Fear must be instilled, its power absolutely preserved, no concessions made to the enemy. The information (how many French hostages, real or fake, compared to the number of travelers?) is always lacking.
Traveling becomes a merciless confrontation between desire, the vital pulse, and anxiety, its ghosts.
Hi everyone, here’s our itinerary. Arriving on the evening of December 13th. Departing on January 7th.
Thanks in advance for your tips and valuable feedback.
Manila – 1 night
Coron – 4 nights
Coron to El Nido cruise – 2 nights
El Nido – 4 nights
Port Barton – 5 nights
Flight from Puerto Princesa to Vigan
Vigan – 2 nights
Sagada – 2 nights
Banaue – 2 nights
Bagabag – 1 night
Manila – 1 night
I’ve only booked the flight to Manila and the Manila/Coron flight so far. Is it possible to book boat trips, accommodations, and the Puerto Princesa flight last-minute?
Really disappointed with Costa Rica! Pura vida? The scam of the century!
(Costa Rica pure emptiness).
The country where animals are free and people are in cages.
3 weeks in December in this country and never again. Imagine the trailer of a movie that seems interesting, and when you go see it, you realize it’s a flop and the best moments were in the trailer.
Well, that’s exactly how we felt with Costa Rica pure emptiness.
My wife and I have traveled quite a bit and didn’t expect to be so wrong about a place.
On the main routes, we visited:
San José
Alajuela
Limón, Cahuita, Puerto Viejo, Manzanillo (Caribbean side)
Jaco, Quepos, Manuel Antonio (Pacific side)
And a few short stops in intermediate towns.
Our dissatisfaction grew gradually like this:
When we arrived at the hotel, the taxi dropped us off on a small street in front of a white metal gate with ground-floor windows barred. We looked at it skeptically, but the sign matched.
He approached the gate, rang the bell, the buzzer sounded, and the door opened slightly. The hotel wasn’t bad for the price, a 10-minute walk from downtown, but with a "Fleury-Mérogis" vibe guaranteed.
So far, so good.
After showering and regaining our bearings, we headed downtown.
What started to unsettle us on the way was seeing houses with bars on the ground-floor windows and even on the second floor.
At first, we thought the hotel’s neighborhood wasn’t great.
Downtown San José:
It’s a generic city, not very exotic, with a pedestrian street and a small mercado where you can eat local food without frills. Very few tourists—if any—which let you blend in with the locals. We had lunch and struggled to make ourselves understood because, aside from one or two shops, English wasn’t spoken.
On the way back to the hotel, we took a different route, and while chatting and strolling, my wife pointed out a beautiful two-story white house completely barricaded like Fort Knox.
From that moment, we started noticing the facades of houses and buildings, and wow, it was creepy—most looked like prisons, some even with barbed wire.
Though put off, we told ourselves it was probably a big-city thing and the rest of the country couldn’t be like this.
So far, so good.
We relaxed at the hotel and had a drink at the bar. Night falls early, around 5:30 PM. By 7:30 PM, we headed back downtown for dinner. A bit unsettling for a capital—downtown was almost deserted, and aside from fast-food chains, very few restaurants were open, with hardly anyone on the streets.
Bars with security guards out front.
I won’t say we felt unsafe that night, but once it got dark, we realized the bars on the windows weren’t for nothing. First day in, and our impression was already mixed.
The next day, we explored the city and surroundings, and our feelings didn’t change.
So far, so good.
Off to Cahuita by bus—4 hours of travel.
The landscapes are very green but quickly become monotonous. The road runs alongside the forest and passes through a few towns and villages, and even in the countryside, there were just as many prison-like houses.
The bus dropped us off at Cahuita’s terminal station—only four of us got off. It’s a village, or rather, a small town. Cahuita is basically one straight road and a perpendicular one, and honestly, doubt started to creep in.
A few restaurants that add 13% tax and 10% service charge—so 23% extra. We dropped our stuff at the hotel and went to explore. In 20 minutes, we’d seen it all. We had lunch and planned to check out the famous park.
Entry is by donation—well, the "entry" is a joke. There’s a path along the forest by the sea, and that’s it.
Nothing’s going right anymore.
We thought it was a total scam, but since we hadn’t gone far, we decided to come back the next day to explore further.
We returned to the hotel, relaxed, and around 8:00 PM, we went out for dinner. Only two restaurants were open, and the streets were deserted.
Creepy!
The next day, we explored the so-called park more thoroughly and really got it.
A path along the forest by the sea—2 hours there and 2 hours back, where you see animals that feel like showing their faces.
A total joke—"all that for this?"
The beach was full of wood debris and coconut husks. We wondered if the photos online were edited because the sea, very rough, wasn’t the azure blue we’d seen in pictures.
But calling this a park is a joke—it’s like a new concept.
When we thought about the reviews online, we started to suspect that professionals with interests in the country were monitoring and countering any negative feedback that could harm their business.
Too bad we didn’t check the negative reviews beforehand—we did while we were there, and it helped. We wondered if we’d become too demanding after all our travels, but no—when something’s bad, it’s bad.
Manuel Antonio’s park is even more ridiculous—there’s a short path along the sea for about 500 meters, and then nothing. You have to climb through mud and hack your way through the forest. We ended up barefoot because the mud was up to our calves. All that to see a raccoon and a few parrots flying overhead.
We didn’t expect Noah’s Ark, but we’ve seen more animals in Bali, Mexico, and Thailand while visiting temples or just walking around than in these so-called parks!
Puerto Viejo, not far from Cahuita and supposedly livelier—well, it couldn’t be worse!
According to Lonely Planet, it had a Caribbean vibe and wild nights, but maybe that was a long time ago. The good reggae music playing everywhere isn’t enough.
In the evening, Puerto Viejo was a bit livelier than Cahuita, but that’s not saying much. Very few tourists—if any—no night market, just two or three shops open selling $20 T-shirts. Same vibe as San José.
No big deal—we enjoyed the beach and the sun, which was reliable.
Our itinerary was supposed to include Tortuguero Park, but after talking to other travelers who’d just been, we changed our minds, knowing we’d be visiting Manuel Antonio Park on the Pacific side.
To get back to the Pacific side, you have to take the bus and go through San José again—5 hours this time—then switch bus terminals and another 4.5 hours to Quepos.
A stopover town to get to Manuel Antonio’s beach and park!
A town just like the others we’d seen—deserted as soon as the sun sets, and not exactly bustling during the day either. (Where are all the tourists?)
Still as many bars on the windows and that feeling of being in the wrong place.
7 km later: Manuel Antonio beach and park.
The beach is very beautiful and quite large, but don’t expect turquoise blue water—the waves stir up the sand, giving the water a brownish color.
Along the beach, shops and restaurants for about 300 meters, and then nothing. At night, after sunset, the town shuts down too.
Manuel Antonio Park is highly praised for its wildlife, so we were eager to see it. When you express dissatisfaction with Cahuita or Manzanillo parks, the response is always, "But you should’ve gone to Monteverde or Manuel Antonio!" No matter what you do or say, they’ll tell you, "You should’ve gone there or here."
Back to our famous park—entry was about $16, and contrary to what we’d heard, it wasn’t crowded!
Guides at the entrance with spotting scopes offered their services for about $30.
The park: a mix of boardwalk and dirt paths through the forest, sometimes running alongside beautiful coves and beaches.
As soon as we entered, a crowd was taking photos of a deer eating leaves.
A little further on, a guide with a group of five stopped. The guide raised his arm and set up his spotting scope! He showed them, about 100 meters away, a hummingbird perched on a branch. Some, looking through the scope, exclaimed, "Oh my God! Amazing! Incredible!"
For a moment, we thought they’d discovered a unicorn or were in Jurassic Park and had just crossed paths with a T-Rex!
The concept is comical—looking at a bird or another animal through a spotting scope because it’s too far away. Isn’t that what TV is for?
For our part, we saw monkeys, ants, an armadillo, an iguana, and the backside of a sloth climbing a tree. Amazing, incredible!
We stayed a few days in Manuel Antonio to enjoy the beach, changing hotels often because prices varied wildly from one day to the next for shameful services. On top of that, they’d quote a price in dollars and convert it at their discretion—thieves!
Alajuela, a city near the airport, has a two-story mall and a local market downtown! No interest except its proximity to the airport.
What we liked:
The climate and, in hindsight, San José—the most authentic city we visited.
What we didn’t like, in addition to what we’ve already mentioned:
Costa Ricans aren’t very friendly or communicative. English is barely spoken, not even by doctors at Quepos Hospital, where my wife ended up with food poisoning (thanks, Google Translate). The widespread obesity among Costa Ricans, who eat like Americans. The insecurity. The eco-hipsters who leave their $150 lodges in minivans with guides to visit parks and other sites, then return to barricade themselves in their fortresses at nightfall (oh my God, amazing, incredible). The blue signs at the entrance of towns that accept this payment method: "We accept American Express." Parking lots that become paid just because a guy is watching your car. Prices displayed in dollars. The cost of living (hotels, restaurants, taxes). Landscapes that are too green and not flowery enough. Beaches—nothing exceptional. Pollution in cities where big American trucks rule. Sewage dumped directly into the sea. Aside from the jungle, there’s nothing to visit—no ruins, monuments, or anything worth seeing.
In short, my wife and I think the hype about this supposedly eco-friendly country is overrated. It’s just the trendy destination of the moment. There are much better, cheaper, and more authentic places.
In hindsight, we keep the good memories and our beautiful photos, but if we had to do it over...
Before signing off, a little message to those who don’t like hearing opinions different from theirs:
Well, some things aren’t up for debate. And to those who’d have us believe that in 3 weeks, we don’t have the right to criticize a country or express our feelings—how can you praise it in so little time? What a scam. Costa Rica is a money pit. Pura vida? Pure cosmic emptiness.
If you like spending your evenings barricaded in your cozy hotel after dark, this country is for you.
For everyone else: run!
Hello,
Since the war between Russia and Ukraine, nothing is simple anymore for traveling to Belarus due to sanctions.
No more direct flights from the EU to Minsk.
Driving is a huge hassle, especially crossing through Poland at the only open border in Brest—you can wait 2, 3, or even 4 days just to get through by car.
The least painful driving option is to come via Lithuania and cross at the only open border, with a minimum wait time of 8 hours, sometimes up to 20 hours or more!!
Controls are very strict and annoying on both the Lithuanian and Belarusian sides. Avoid bringing alcohol, food, or cigarettes—everything will end up in the trash, especially when leaving Belarus for Vilnius, where the Lithuanians are tough, even with EU citizens.
The joy I once knew when visiting my wife in Minsk is sadly over—it’s now a real ordeal.
The fastest solution is to fly. My wife travels to France by taking a bus to Kaunas in Lithuania, where you can catch a flight (though not daily) to Paris Beauvais or Charleroi in Belgium with Ryanair, for example.
For the return trip, it’s the same: a flight to Kaunas and then a direct bus from the airport to Minsk.
The bus crossing is quicker than driving—the 250 km journey, including border checks, takes about 6 to 8 hours for buses leaving Lithuania around midnight, but controls are still strict at the border.
The biggest challenge is finding flight schedules that align with the bus routes between the two countries, given the unpredictable border crossing times.
Now, my wife travels via Charleroi in Belgium (near Brussels), and you can take a train to Paris. Alternatively, you can fly into Beauvais and take a bus to Paris (Porte Maillot).
For those driving, note that EU insurance and assistance policies no longer work in Belarus or Russia. You’ll need to get local insurance, usually limited to third-party liability (I don’t think full coverage exists?), as well as mandatory medical insurance. This is available at the border.
You now have to pay highway tolls—no more BELTOLL boxes. Instead, you pay a flat fee for the duration of your stay. Stop at the first gas station after crossing from Lithuania to fill up on fuel and cigarettes.
From what I know, Lithuania bans carrying more than 60 € in cash, but there’s no limit for USD (though it’s capped at $10,000??).
With a Visa card, you can now withdraw 1,000 rubles per week (about 270 €)—two months ago, it was only 500 rubles!!
For now, you can still pay by card in shops and gas stations.
However, major retailers like KORONA (which may be Russian-owned??) no longer accept foreign Visa cards.
Unfortunately, the additional sanctions announced by the U.S. on August 5, 2025, against Russia—and possibly Belarus—aren’t promising for the future.
After 20 years of visiting Belarus, I’m truly saddened to see the joy of living in this country with my wonderful wife turn into such a bleak situation, all because of human folly.
Hi everyone!
I’m putting together our travel itinerary for Veneto at the end of April. And the more I look and research potential sites to visit, the more I find!
We’ll only be there for a week—my family and I—including 3 days in Venice. So we have to make some choices...
I plan to rent a car when we arrive in Venice and head straight to Bergamo, which would be our first stop. We’d leave the car at the airport when we return to Venice so we can explore the city at our leisure.
What do you think:
1 night in Bergamo (a 2h15 drive from Venice airport),
1 night in Garda,
1 night in Verona,
1 in Padua, and
3 in Venice—would that be doable?
Thanks in advance for your tips and experiences! :)
Now that the curtain has fallen on the past year, it’s time to see what’s happening around here.
It seems pretty quiet, but I’ll read more in detail later.
First, I need to tell you all an anecdote.
My eldest little girl, in her third year of law school, was really scared she wouldn’t pass the year.
I told her:
“Trust yourself, you’ve worked so hard, and worst case, if you fail, you’ll just redo the year.”
“But I don’t think I’ll make it—they changed the rules, and if I mess up even one unit, I have to start all over.”
I knew her grades weren’t exactly stellar, and with what I was about to say, I wasn’t taking much of a risk.
“Here’s the deal, sweetheart: if you pass, I promise I’ll take you to India, just the two of us.”
I have to admit, India is a country I’ve talked about so much to all my grandchildren that in their minds, it’s become a magical, mythical place (hmm).
July had barely begun when my phone rang, her name flashing on the screen.
“Mamido, I did it!”
My promise came rushing back—oh no, oh no, oh no!
“Congratulations, sweetheart!”
A little shyly, she said:
“Is the India trip still on?”
And me, replying:
“Of course it is!”
And that’s that—a promise is a promise, or you risk losing that precious trust that keeps hearts warm and at peace.
We’re leaving in February. Only 8 days—yikes, the carbon footprint!
But we can’t miss her tutorials, or she’ll be kicked out.
Personally, that works just fine for me.
Going to India has become a challenge for me. It’s far, it’s exhausting, I sweat, I hate mosquitoes, the spices bother my mouth when I used to love them. There’s noise all the time—at night, the dogs bark nonstop, and we almost get run over. I’ll get lost in the streets because my sense of direction has vanished. I don’t like rice anymore. All that chaos and those cultural differences that once enchanted me now just overwhelm me.
But I promised.
The upside—and it’s a big one—Raman, the same driver I’ve had forever, will be at the airport with a sign with our names. We’ll stop at the same little shop for chai (or tea, plain and simple) with that aroma that intoxicates me, halfway through the trip.
It’ll be a tiny trip—staying with friends, I’ll show her a few places I love: Chidambaram, Mamallapuram, and the clinic where I worked. Then we’ll head back.
My little girl will go home to her parents.
As for me, I’ll leave right away for our Scottish island with Homme for our chilly winter.
How can you love a country so much you want to live there, then suddenly reject it, no longer able to appreciate what once made it special?
That’s the mystery of love, I guess.
I’ve visited the U.S. four times myself, including two long road trips. The last one was just this past August...
I won’t be going back. I already felt guilty last August, but recent policies have finally convinced me: the humiliation of Zelensky, authoritarian excesses, Gestapo-like methods for detaining people of foreign origin, the murder of innocent people (a mother shot dead), corruption, insane "tariffs," skyrocketing healthcare costs for Americans, the abduction of foreign figures to secure oil, the requirement to disclose social media accounts, and now... threats and blackmail to forcibly take Greenland—a region that belongs to Denmark and thus the European Union!
The reality is that simply posting this could get me denied entry to the U.S.!
In this context, I just can’t keep spending money there. I loved my trips, but there are so many other countries with stunning landscapes to explore.
So I get why you’d want to travel there. I did, and I loved it. But once a country no longer respects any of the values that made us love it, why go?
How can we even consider traveling to a country that threatens to take one of our territories by force?
Hello everyone,
Controversial topic? Not necessarily—maybe just a reflection on a world to come.
I spent the last 15 days of August on a cruise in Greenland, from Kangerlussuaq to Tasiilaq.
I was utterly amazed by this unique world of rock and ice, the little houses in every color, a simple life that’s also complicated by isolation and climate, among other things...
I carry in my heart the kindness of the people I met, the raw and gentle majesty of the icebergs, the colors of the sky...
So, I can’t even imagine a massive presence of raw material prospectors, heavy machinery requiring roads to be built—if that’s even possible—changing their way of life... putting sled dogs out to pasture!
Do fast food and Greenland’s northern lights really mix?
I wouldn’t trade my memories for an ESTA!
All opinions are respectable, which is why this isn’t a controversy—but I’m sorry, I have a soft spot for *my* Greenland.
We’re a couple aged 58 and 63. We’ve just returned from a wonderful trip to South India in Tamil Nadu and a few days in Kerala. We traveled with a local French-speaking guide and his friend, the driver. They both live in Pondicherry. We spent 3 weeks with them in the most authentic way!
We covered just over 2,500 km and visited not only temples but also archaeological sites, museums, and small artisanal businesses making tiles, tea, sculptures, bronze, and silk spinning. We were lucky enough to visit a public school, attend a wedding, and even a death announcement in a small countryside village. We were fully immersed in the culture, food, noise, and colors—it was incredible!
The hotels and guesthouses we chose were very clean and mostly quiet. We’re returning from India with amazing discoveries!
We’re happy to share more info if you’d like!
M-Claire and Jean
This catchy and somewhat mysterious title comes from several questions I’ve been asking myself.
VF has been back open for a reasonable number of weeks and months now.
The number of visitors overall matches past averages, but the number of members online in the last 24 hours seems relatively lower than what we used to see.
Yet, to my surprise, I’m seeing fewer travel journals, way fewer messages, and way fewer questions.
I don’t see many new registered users online, and I notice a number of members who are logged in but either aren’t participating or have stopped participating.
Something’s not adding up for me because, in my opinion, VF is still appealing, and I don’t see which other sites could really compete.
Was there a real break between pre- and post-Covid?
Does it just take more time for some people to discover the site or learn that it’s active again?
Do people now prefer quick consumption on sites like FB or others I’m not familiar with?
Where have the site’s old-timers gone, and what are they doing with their time now?
What’s really going on here?
This isn’t exactly a traveler’s question... I’d like to know who handles the technical side of this forum?
I run a similar forum on a different topic (unrecognized children), and we’re dealing with a few technical issues that are slowly killing our forum... so I’d have one or two questions to ask 😊.
Also, I was wondering who created this forum... who the administrators or moderators are, etc.
I think this forum is great. Much better than Facebook, which I’ve been using since it shut down (so I’m happy to see it’s working again...)
Hi there, I’ve been traveling for 18 years now, at least 6 months a year, and as the years go by, I actually enjoy coming back to France more and more—a feeling I struggled with at first. I mean, we always think the grass is greener elsewhere.
But in the end, I find meaning in that saying about how there’s no place like home. I still love traveling just as much, but now my trips are shorter, and I enjoy spending more time in our beautiful country, even though I don’t hesitate to criticize it.
How about you? How do you handle coming back from your travels?
A few years ago, I went with a group of friends to lend a hand at a small rural school near Thiès, Senegal.
It was a relaxed but hardworking atmosphere—hands in the mortar, laughter, exchanges, and everything that a COOPERATION project can bring.
Today, the little project is flying on its own.
Wanting to explore Senegal’s riches, we set off for some tourism in the Siné Saloum. One girl in our group fell ill (a malaria attack), and we decided to take her to see a doctor at a large tourist complex nearby. Despite her condition, we had to "show our credentials" (if I may say so) just to get in. She was treated and has been fine since.
This "stop" at a Club Med-style resort with a Teutonic twist—resembling Le Grau-du-Roi but fancier—was a horror show for us: pools, massive artificial basins dyed blue, pink, or green (!!!!), animators shouting around wet T-shirt contests or coconut tree climbing, and sunburned (or sun-pinked) *toubabs*.
The entire hotel was surrounded by a huge wall, behind which a small souvenir-seller slum had sprung up, worthy of Dakar’s outer neighborhoods.
On leaving, we saw a minibus of guests returning from an "excursion," loaded with masks, fabrics, and djembés—African souvenirs?
Maybe those will be *theirs*?
What impression did the kids clustered at the hotel gates get?
What about the Black servers in "traditional African costumes," serving cocktails and ice cream nonstop?
For me, who experienced Africa very young and in the bush, this remains a haunting image.
On VF, this kind of vacation doesn’t seem to be the norm among users, and that’s exactly why I signed up.
Have you ever experienced this kind of interstellar travel?
Do you understand the Martians?
Are their motivations peaceful?