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Pourquoi sommes-nous tant à désirer quitter la France?
by Farang61
This discussion is in French, the community’s main language.
Je partage ton avis...c'est principalement une crise sociale...même avant les élections j'étais persuadée qu'un système libérale ne fonctionnerait pas en France...il y avait d'autres priorités...
un dernier mot avant le dodo !!!!!!!!!!
j'aime bien tes réponses que je sens sincères et je sens aussi ta jeunesse courir dans tes veines et cela est une belle chose !!
n'oublies jamais de rester jeune, même quand les années passent !!
bonne nuit
j'aime bien tes réponses que je sens sincères et je sens aussi ta jeunesse courir dans tes veines et cela est une belle chose !!
n'oublies jamais de rester jeune, même quand les années passent !!
bonne nuit
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Mais toi la France, tu l'as déjà quitté si t'es en Corse
tu ne peux pas savoir comme certains jours, cela peut être vrai, car nous sommes dans une civilisation méditerranéenne, alors que la plupart des départements français sont sur une représentation nordique !
j'espère que ces deux ans se passeront vite
bonne nuit
tu ne peux pas savoir comme certains jours, cela peut être vrai, car nous sommes dans une civilisation méditerranéenne, alors que la plupart des départements français sont sur une représentation nordique !
j'espère que ces deux ans se passeront vite
bonne nuit
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C'est quoi un pays nordique, pour un méditerranéen-corsé ?
Non, par ce que je cherche à savoir d'où je suis, question bête.
fulup
Filtoche
Quitter la France ? Pour voir ailleurs si la vie y est plus belle ?
Ce n'est pas une certitude, la preuve en est que bon nombre d'expatriés repartent là où ils sont nés. Ou alors ils se regroupent en communautés nationalistes. Il n'y a pas plus français que celui qui réside à l'étranger.
La famille, le travail, les amis ? Oui, bof ......... on retrouve les mêmes choses aprés quelques années d'adaptation. Par contre le climat, les paysages, la faune et la flore, la bouffe sont différents 😎 Faut faire avec ou rester à ronronner tranquillement auprés de son calandos et de sa baguette de pain, et regarder tristement sa mémére bronzer prés du lavabo ! 😏
Ok, je sorts, je suis parti loin loin loin ...........
Ce n'est pas une certitude, la preuve en est que bon nombre d'expatriés repartent là où ils sont nés. Ou alors ils se regroupent en communautés nationalistes. Il n'y a pas plus français que celui qui réside à l'étranger.
La famille, le travail, les amis ? Oui, bof ......... on retrouve les mêmes choses aprés quelques années d'adaptation. Par contre le climat, les paysages, la faune et la flore, la bouffe sont différents 😎 Faut faire avec ou rester à ronronner tranquillement auprés de son calandos et de sa baguette de pain, et regarder tristement sa mémére bronzer prés du lavabo ! 😏
Ok, je sorts, je suis parti loin loin loin ...........
C'est quoi un pays nordique, pour un méditerranéen-corsé ?
Non, par ce que je cherche à savoir d'où je suis, question bête.
fulup
il y a deux courants de civilisation en France, la méditerranée et les l'influence anglo saxonne ( avec légère touche des drakkars 😏😏😏)
regarde si tu préfère le pastis et la pétanque avec une bonne sieste ou si tu prèfère le calva en travaillant 😏😏😏😏😏
et alors tu sauras de quel coté tu es né 😏😏😏😏
j'aime me mettre en dérision 😕😕😕😕😕
il y a deux courants de civilisation en France, la méditerranée et les l'influence anglo saxonne ( avec légère touche des drakkars 😏😏😏)
regarde si tu préfère le pastis et la pétanque avec une bonne sieste ou si tu prèfère le calva en travaillant 😏😏😏😏😏
et alors tu sauras de quel coté tu es né 😏😏😏😏
j'aime me mettre en dérision 😕😕😕😕😕
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Arrête le pastis, à 6h52. Prends donc un p'tit verre de gnole, et saches que je travaille, mais très doucement, pas comme un forcené, ni plus ni moins, n'en déplaise à Naboléon Talonette bling bling ...
Bonne journée😇
Filtoche
Mon père (de Sartène) me disais : le nord c’est a partir de Marseille,
Pour un Marseillais (votre serviteur) le nord c’est tout ce qu’il y a en dessus de Valence
pour un Ouest Europe la réponse est dans le vent
pour un Ouest Europe la réponse est dans le vent
Souvent le vent, nous hirsute la tignasse.
De l'air dans nos crâne, l'envie d'aller voir, justement de l'autre côté de l'eau.
Filtoche
En réponse à la question initiale : pourquoi sommes-nous tant à désirer quitter la France ?
Peut-être pour voir si l'herbe est plus verte ailleurs... Ce qui est, à mon sens, est très humain comme comportement.
Mais au delà de ça et plus personnellement, je recherche un peu plus d'humanité, de chaleur humaine, plus de facilité à rentrer en contact avec les gens. La rencontre est pour moi la partie la plus intéressante de mon séjour à l'étranger.
Je recherche certainement un peu "d'exotisme" aussi (l'attirance pour l' "Ailleurs" ??!!), de quotidien et de manière de vivre et d'appréhender la vie différemment.
Et puis j'ai besoin de comprendre un peu mieux comme fonctionne le monde d'aujourd'hui et la meilleure façon que j'ai trouvé pour le moment c'est d'aller voir de mes propres yeux comment c'est dans les autres pays. Je me rends compte qu'on peut vivre différement, sans tout les objets matériels et le confort qui me sont si indispensables quand je suis en France (ex : mon téléphone portable, l'eau chaude, Internet, tel shampoing ou telle crème hydratante...). J'ai besoin de moins de chose et ce que je transporte suffit aisément à mon bonheur (et plus ça va, plus je fais le vide). On fini par ne garder que l'essentiel.
Enfin, et le plus important pour moi, c'est que quand je pars de France, je me sens libre (de faire ce que je veux, oú je veux, quand je veux...). Rien ne me retiens. Je n'ai plus de contraintes. Le temps est différent. Ma vie n'est plus rythmée par nos horaires. Je me sens moins parasytée par des pensées, questionnements, objets, envies, désirs qui au final sont secondaires. J'ai moins peur, moins d'angoisse, j'arrive à relativiser et à ne pas m'énerver (pour rien). Je me sens vivre, tout simplement. Et puis mes horizons semblent plus lointains, les possibles plus nombreux, la vie plus facile. Alors qu'en France, dans ma vie en France je veux dire, tout est déjà plus ou moins établie (pas immuable non plus) : mes amis, ma famille, ma vie, ma personnalité... En France, je n'arrive pas (encore) à me sentir aussi bien, aussi heureuse, aussi sereine, aussi moi même que quand je m'en suis allée vers de plus vertes (???) contrées. Et je précise qu'à cela je n'ai pas encore trouvé d'explications satisfaisantes.
Bref, je ne sais pas si j'ai répondu comme tu voulais à ta question mais c'est déjà un début de réponse.
Peut-être pour voir si l'herbe est plus verte ailleurs... Ce qui est, à mon sens, est très humain comme comportement.
Mais au delà de ça et plus personnellement, je recherche un peu plus d'humanité, de chaleur humaine, plus de facilité à rentrer en contact avec les gens. La rencontre est pour moi la partie la plus intéressante de mon séjour à l'étranger.
Je recherche certainement un peu "d'exotisme" aussi (l'attirance pour l' "Ailleurs" ??!!), de quotidien et de manière de vivre et d'appréhender la vie différemment.
Et puis j'ai besoin de comprendre un peu mieux comme fonctionne le monde d'aujourd'hui et la meilleure façon que j'ai trouvé pour le moment c'est d'aller voir de mes propres yeux comment c'est dans les autres pays. Je me rends compte qu'on peut vivre différement, sans tout les objets matériels et le confort qui me sont si indispensables quand je suis en France (ex : mon téléphone portable, l'eau chaude, Internet, tel shampoing ou telle crème hydratante...). J'ai besoin de moins de chose et ce que je transporte suffit aisément à mon bonheur (et plus ça va, plus je fais le vide). On fini par ne garder que l'essentiel.
Enfin, et le plus important pour moi, c'est que quand je pars de France, je me sens libre (de faire ce que je veux, oú je veux, quand je veux...). Rien ne me retiens. Je n'ai plus de contraintes. Le temps est différent. Ma vie n'est plus rythmée par nos horaires. Je me sens moins parasytée par des pensées, questionnements, objets, envies, désirs qui au final sont secondaires. J'ai moins peur, moins d'angoisse, j'arrive à relativiser et à ne pas m'énerver (pour rien). Je me sens vivre, tout simplement. Et puis mes horizons semblent plus lointains, les possibles plus nombreux, la vie plus facile. Alors qu'en France, dans ma vie en France je veux dire, tout est déjà plus ou moins établie (pas immuable non plus) : mes amis, ma famille, ma vie, ma personnalité... En France, je n'arrive pas (encore) à me sentir aussi bien, aussi heureuse, aussi sereine, aussi moi même que quand je m'en suis allée vers de plus vertes (???) contrées. Et je précise qu'à cela je n'ai pas encore trouvé d'explications satisfaisantes.
Bref, je ne sais pas si j'ai répondu comme tu voulais à ta question mais c'est déjà un début de réponse.
Il n'est jamais trop tard pour bien faire.
Mon père (de Sartène) me disais : le nord c’est a partir de Marseille,
Pour un Marseillais (votre serviteur) le nord c’est tout ce qu’il y a en dessus de Valence
salut, à Toulouse, le nord, c'est après la Loire, on est plus tolérant😇
salut, à Toulouse, le nord, c'est après la Loire, on est plus tolérant😇
merci
Chacun possède la force créatrice de l'univers. Il crée sa réalité et se doit d'en assumer les conséquences.
Le Bouddha Gautama, vers 500 av J.C.
nord...sud... On est toujours au nord ou au sud de quelque chose...Ce sont des constructions mentales bien utiles pour se repérer, mais ça ne qualifie pas les Humains.
Chacun possède la force créatrice de l'univers. Il crée sa réalité et se doit d'en assumer les conséquences.
Le Bouddha Gautama, vers 500 av J.C.
Tout à fait d'accord, mais pour les gens de la terre, ce sont des réalités ( surement moins pour les gens vivant en ville)
on peut être à l'ouest, aussi, non ? (vous trouvez ça lourd?)
Juliana a dit: "Je n'ai plus de contraintes. Le temps est différent. Ma vie n'est plus rythmée par nos horaires. Je me sens moins parasytée par des pensées, questionnements, objets, envies, désirs qui au final sont secondaires. J'ai moins peur, moins d'angoisse, j'arrive à relativiser et à ne pas m'énerver (pour rien). Je me sens vivre, tout simplement. Et puis mes horizons semblent plus lointains, les possibles plus nombreux, la vie plus facile."
Je ne suis pas d'accord, avec la première phrase, les contraintes sont autres, mais elles existent, peut être, ne les vois tu pas.
Quand aux questionements, je peux te dire qu'ils ne sont pas les mêmes, mais ils naissent également face à de nouvelles confrontations...
Quand à la vie plus facile, comment l'interpréter, essaies de passer quelques jours dans une région où sévit l'harmattan, et hume l'air.
Amitiés
Filtoche
on peut être à l'ouest, aussi, non ? (vous trouvez ça lourd?)
non, là, c'est l'Atlantique😉
non, là, c'est l'Atlantique😉
L'Atlantique, aujourd'hui, regardez à l'est, l'organisation du traité de l'Atlantique Nord, fait le ménage dans les rues de Strasbourg, c'est pas des lances à eau, ou autres lacymos qui vont éteindre un vent (encore lui) de révolte ...
OTAN, en emporte le vent...
Poussez vous, que j'm'y mette sur la photo, à côté du saver of the world !😠
Filtoche
Ouaahou, t'es où!
Baisser vos armes, cessez le feu, vaut voir, les mamas de Sarayevo..
Filtoche
T'as vuu com' il fait beau, je mets, les graines à germer, faire une douche, com'ça pour me décrasser, après, je sors pour voir où est il parti le chien, et m'envoler avec le vent...
bonne journée à toi, ça fait plaisir de te retrouver.
Filtoche
Pour tous,
Rien ni personne ne peut occulter le rêve. Pour les pays les plus démunis comment convaincre ces populations que le rêve qu'ils ont de l'occident ne correspond pas à la réalité ? La démocratie dont se targuent de nombreux états, y compris d'Afrique, est la même partout avec ses limites que l'on retrouve bien dans les différences de vie locale, là où que l'on soit ! Le Paradis ? oui peut-être et surtout pour le voyageur de passage quant à l'enfer .... il peut être partout dans les réalités du quotidien !
Personnellement, je me suis laissée portée vers la Casamance voilà 18 ans. J'y passe au moins 6 mois par an et ne le regrette pas, mais j'ai attendu d'être en retraite pour m'y ancrer davantage. J'y trouve mon équilibre dans mes activités associatives bénévoles notamment. Mais je sais aussi que comme partout règnent la jalousie, les impacts de commérages, etc. Tant que je m'y sentirai aussi bien, j'y resterai : c'est donc bien pour moi que je le fais, avec un certain égoïsme oui, et sans fausse modestie car j'y suis aussi reconnue pour ce que j'y fais. Quel mal y a-t-il à se faire du bien, quand ça ne nuit à personne ?
Vivre bien sa vie me parait essentiel, en tout cas ça fait faire des économies à la sécu !!! Geli 😉
Rien ni personne ne peut occulter le rêve. Pour les pays les plus démunis comment convaincre ces populations que le rêve qu'ils ont de l'occident ne correspond pas à la réalité ? La démocratie dont se targuent de nombreux états, y compris d'Afrique, est la même partout avec ses limites que l'on retrouve bien dans les différences de vie locale, là où que l'on soit ! Le Paradis ? oui peut-être et surtout pour le voyageur de passage quant à l'enfer .... il peut être partout dans les réalités du quotidien !
Personnellement, je me suis laissée portée vers la Casamance voilà 18 ans. J'y passe au moins 6 mois par an et ne le regrette pas, mais j'ai attendu d'être en retraite pour m'y ancrer davantage. J'y trouve mon équilibre dans mes activités associatives bénévoles notamment. Mais je sais aussi que comme partout règnent la jalousie, les impacts de commérages, etc. Tant que je m'y sentirai aussi bien, j'y resterai : c'est donc bien pour moi que je le fais, avec un certain égoïsme oui, et sans fausse modestie car j'y suis aussi reconnue pour ce que j'y fais. Quel mal y a-t-il à se faire du bien, quand ça ne nuit à personne ?
Vivre bien sa vie me parait essentiel, en tout cas ça fait faire des économies à la sécu !!! Geli 😉
OUi, j'exprimais simplement comment je ressentais les choses... Bien sûr qu'il y a des contraintes partout, oú que l'on soit, mais à l'étranger je les accepte plus facilement peut être, je ne les vis pas comme telles...
Quant aux questionnements c'est la mêmes chose, j'en ai toujours... En ce moment même je me pose 1000 questions (je suis au Pérou) et je réfléchis à tout un tas de trucs... Ce que je voulais dire c'est que ces questionnements me semblent plus féconds, me permettent d'avancer, d'évoluer... alors qu'en France j'ai tendance à ressasser et à tourner en rond...
Et la vie n'est pas facile au Pérou (par exemple) qu'en France, bien au contraire je pense... mais ma vie l'est, je vis plus simplement et plus facilement.
Je voulais juste dire que ma manière d'appréhender la vie diffère en fonction du fait que je sois en France ou pas... et force m'est de constater que je préfère et que je me sens mieux à l'étranger (pour le moment).
Il n'est jamais trop tard pour bien faire.
Voilà, merci, pour ta réponse, j'avais un peu, peur d'avoir été abrupte,
Les containtes, tu sais, arrivé à la frontière malienne, enlever le carcan.
Il est lourd.
Le douanier, à côté duquel j'ai dormi, ... le foyer que nous nourrissions tour à tour, nous réchauffant les panards, avons parlé de la situation, de la sienne, de la mienne, de la même chose, de notre place sur cette planète, pas nette, comme disait Bashung.
Le lendemain, vers, très tôt, Avons alors, traversé cette zone, la frontière Malli/Burkina, dite, insécurisée la nuit, en Afrique, elles sont légions, non? Alors, là, nouveau monde, à vélo, cette fois à quelques nids de poules de Bobo-Dioulasso, des centaines de personnes sur leur bicyclettes, allant au marché, vendre, leur récolte aussi volumineuse soit elle... ce n'était pas un peloton de cyclotouristes. Pourtant, il y avait aussi, des couleurs, mais pas aussi, criantes.
Stop, les contraintes, mais, tu le sais, les gens autour de toi, la vie, les maîtres, qui nous contraignent, les hommes qui, depuis des lustres ( pas ceux de Versailles) ont contraints leurs semblables, alors ... Vaste débat... Les questionnements, si t'en as plus, t'es mort... Bone soirée à toi
Le lendemain, vers, très tôt, Avons alors, traversé cette zone, la frontière Malli/Burkina, dite, insécurisée la nuit, en Afrique, elles sont légions, non? Alors, là, nouveau monde, à vélo, cette fois à quelques nids de poules de Bobo-Dioulasso, des centaines de personnes sur leur bicyclettes, allant au marché, vendre, leur récolte aussi volumineuse soit elle... ce n'était pas un peloton de cyclotouristes. Pourtant, il y avait aussi, des couleurs, mais pas aussi, criantes.
Stop, les contraintes, mais, tu le sais, les gens autour de toi, la vie, les maîtres, qui nous contraignent, les hommes qui, depuis des lustres ( pas ceux de Versailles) ont contraints leurs semblables, alors ... Vaste débat... Les questionnements, si t'en as plus, t'es mort... Bone soirée à toi
Filtoche
Bonjour à tous, je n'ai pu m'empêcher de m'inscrire quand j'ai lu cette question intéressante.
Pour ma part, je quitte la France dans quelques mois, pour aller vivre de verdure et d'eau pure dans les marquises.
Depuis tout petit, je savais que cette société ne me correspondait pas, je ne voulais qu'une chose à 8ans, c'était de partir faire le tour du monde. Quelques années plus tard, je découvrais la terre de mes ancêtres, la Suède, pendant de longues années, je me suis dit, je finis mes études ici et je pars la-bas persuadé d'y trouver "l'herbe plus verte".
Aujourd'hui, quand je regarde ce qui se passe autour de moi, je me dis que tous les pays en sont au même point, le capitalisme ne demande qu'à s'effondrer sur le long terme, vaste sujet que je n'entamerais pas. Juste pour dire que je n'ai pas envie de me battre pour avoir un logement, je n'ai pas envie de me battre pour avoir un boulot, encore moins pour le garder. La nature à tellement de choses à offrir loin, très loin de ces sociétés où l'on ne peut même plus observer un ciel étoilé...
J'ai 22 ans, suis célibataire, il ne me reste que mon père avec qui je n'ai absolument aucun point en commun, des "vrais" amis qui se comptent sur les doigts d'une main, bref je n'ai vraiment rien à perdre ici. Alors pourquoi rester? Je me suis posé la question quand la "crise" à débarquer et ma fait sauter de mon petit poste d'intérim. Alors j'ai cherché du monde ayant un projet semblable. A ce jour nous sommes une petite troupe de 7 personnes qui n'attendons qu'une chose... se retrouver à l'aéroport et démarrer cette nouvelle vie en totale autarcie!
La motivation de partir de ces autres membres est quasi identique: la liberté, vivre avec la nature et aussi se débarrasser de tout ces objets superficiels qui nous pourrissent la vie.
On ne restera pas ici à attendre que la pollution, colorants, conservateurs et autres ne pourrissent notre corps. Bref, bon courage à ceux qui resteront
Pour ma part, je quitte la France dans quelques mois, pour aller vivre de verdure et d'eau pure dans les marquises.
Depuis tout petit, je savais que cette société ne me correspondait pas, je ne voulais qu'une chose à 8ans, c'était de partir faire le tour du monde. Quelques années plus tard, je découvrais la terre de mes ancêtres, la Suède, pendant de longues années, je me suis dit, je finis mes études ici et je pars la-bas persuadé d'y trouver "l'herbe plus verte".
Aujourd'hui, quand je regarde ce qui se passe autour de moi, je me dis que tous les pays en sont au même point, le capitalisme ne demande qu'à s'effondrer sur le long terme, vaste sujet que je n'entamerais pas. Juste pour dire que je n'ai pas envie de me battre pour avoir un logement, je n'ai pas envie de me battre pour avoir un boulot, encore moins pour le garder. La nature à tellement de choses à offrir loin, très loin de ces sociétés où l'on ne peut même plus observer un ciel étoilé...
J'ai 22 ans, suis célibataire, il ne me reste que mon père avec qui je n'ai absolument aucun point en commun, des "vrais" amis qui se comptent sur les doigts d'une main, bref je n'ai vraiment rien à perdre ici. Alors pourquoi rester? Je me suis posé la question quand la "crise" à débarquer et ma fait sauter de mon petit poste d'intérim. Alors j'ai cherché du monde ayant un projet semblable. A ce jour nous sommes une petite troupe de 7 personnes qui n'attendons qu'une chose... se retrouver à l'aéroport et démarrer cette nouvelle vie en totale autarcie!
La motivation de partir de ces autres membres est quasi identique: la liberté, vivre avec la nature et aussi se débarrasser de tout ces objets superficiels qui nous pourrissent la vie.
On ne restera pas ici à attendre que la pollution, colorants, conservateurs et autres ne pourrissent notre corps. Bref, bon courage à ceux qui resteront
Bonne route!...
Chacun possède la force créatrice de l'univers. Il crée sa réalité et se doit d'en assumer les conséquences.
Le Bouddha Gautama, vers 500 av J.C.
Oui bonne route, à pieds, à cheval (si si ça existe des chevaux maritimes ...?
"De verdure et d'eau pure" jusqu'à là ça rime.
" Depuis tout p'tit'" ... Là, çà commence à sentir
" Aujourd'hui quand je regarde le monde" ... oups
😊😊😊😊😊
"La motivation de partir ... avec la nature et aussi se débarasser de tous ces ..." c'est ça dis que j'te gène
"On ne restera pas ici à attendre que la pollution, colorants, conservateurs et autres ne ne pourrissent notre corps...."
Bon, j'suis prêt, le problème, ... c'est que je suis déjà pourri de tout ce que tu viens d'énumérer, veilles à rester humble!
En effet, bon courage, aux Marquisiens
"De verdure et d'eau pure" jusqu'à là ça rime.
" Depuis tout p'tit'" ... Là, çà commence à sentir
" Aujourd'hui quand je regarde le monde" ... oups
😊😊😊😊😊
"La motivation de partir ... avec la nature et aussi se débarasser de tous ces ..." c'est ça dis que j'te gène
"On ne restera pas ici à attendre que la pollution, colorants, conservateurs et autres ne ne pourrissent notre corps...."
Bon, j'suis prêt, le problème, ... c'est que je suis déjà pourri de tout ce que tu viens d'énumérer, veilles à rester humble!
En effet, bon courage, aux Marquisiens
Filtoche
Quitter la France c'est quitter ses habitudes, une langue, une façon de penser, la télévision, la musique... c'est comme quitter sa famille. C'est ce qui est excitant pour moi, quand je passe une frontière je me dis voilà je vais voir autre chose : télévision, musique, langue, météo... et cela me permet d'être beaucoup plus ouvert je trouve... et ceux qui viennent en France c pareil que moi quand je pars à l'étranger c voir autre chose.
Pour ma part, c'est une envie assez nouvelle. En fait, c'est mon séjour en Arménie (un pays où il est pourtant très difficile de s'intégrer en tant qu'étranger), qui m'a donné l'envie d'aller vivre pour une plus longue période hors de France et d'Europe. Pour plusieurs raisons: vivre dans des montagnes comme celles qui existent en Arménie ont révélé mon amour pour celles-ci (les Alpes ne me procurent pas les même émotions, pas la même "immensité") manger des fruits et légumes gorgés de soleil, même si on mange toujours la même chose, ne procure pas du tout le même plaisir que les fruits et légumes qu'on trouve dans ma chère Bretagne beaucoup plus pluvieuse, même bio. le rythme de vie. En France, hélas, travailler est une expérience stressante, en particulier pour une fille lente et étourdie comme moi. Je suis prête à gagner beaucoup moins, si je gagne en lenteur et en qualité de vie. Peu m'importe de poireauter des heures dans un pays où tout le monde en a l'habitude.
J'envisage donc avec plaisir d'aller vivre quelques années dans le pays d'origine de mon mari: l'Algérie. Tout en ayant conscience des difficultés qui m'attendent, car s'il y a une chose à laquelle je suis attachée, c'est ma liberté, et dans ce genre de pays, on est obligé de faire attention au qu'en dira-t'on, et de s'adapter à certaines habitudes pas toujours évidentes.
Cependant, je pense qu'il y a beaucoup de gens qui souhaitent vivre à l'étragner, suite à une expérience de voyage, expérience forcément trompeuse car non inscrite dans la durée, dans la routine. Ces personnes risquent d'être un peu déçues, car chaque pays a ses avantages, et ses inconvénients; mais je crois que dans tous les cas, c'est une expérience extraordinaire (à condition de ne pas rester entre "expats" dans une tour d'ivoire, dans ce cas, pour ma part je n'y vois aucun intérêt, c'est pourtant ce que j'ai constaté en rencontrant certains Français à l'étranger).
Cependant, je pense qu'il y a beaucoup de gens qui souhaitent vivre à l'étragner, suite à une expérience de voyage, expérience forcément trompeuse car non inscrite dans la durée, dans la routine. Ces personnes risquent d'être un peu déçues, car chaque pays a ses avantages, et ses inconvénients; mais je crois que dans tous les cas, c'est une expérience extraordinaire (à condition de ne pas rester entre "expats" dans une tour d'ivoire, dans ce cas, pour ma part je n'y vois aucun intérêt, c'est pourtant ce que j'ai constaté en rencontrant certains Français à l'étranger).
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
Oublieuse, la poésie.
L'envie naturelle, ... de découvrir l'ailleurs du dehors de chez soi, dont tu parles, innée, chez chacun de nous.
Se réalise tout les jours dans les ailleurs proches, tellement semblables, qu'ils nous débèctent, tant de ressemblances.
L'ailleurs lointain, est par nature plus imaginatif, cependant, c'est ta même soeur, ton même frère humain.
Aussi semblable.
Filtoche
Je vais apporter ma reponse, quand bien meme elle est moins "exotique" que la plupart de celles portees precedemment.
(et desole pour le manque d'accents, mon clavier actuel n'a pas la diacritique Francaise)
J'ai decide de partir pas si loin. Mais la France est un Etat en fait tres specifique : nombreux sont ceux qui amalgament France avec le reste du monde dit occidental. Il n'en est rien : sans entrer dans un debat politique, la France a une orientation bien particuliere qui satisfait certains, d'autres moins. C'est aussi un pays a l'appareil etatique puissant, n'hesitant pas a intervenir quitte a ce que ca change la vie de ses citoyens; c'est une culture et une facon de penser qui defendent des valeurs assez eloignees de celles de la plupart des autres pays Europeens (malgre leurs specificites nationales respectives), que ce soit a tort ou a raison. Je fais partie de ceux qui en ont eu assez de toutes ces "exceptions Francaises". "ceux" dont je parle ne sont pas forcement des voyageurs, simplement toutes ces personnes jeunes, recemment diplomees (ou pas) qui decident de faire leur vie ailleurs.
Pour ce qui est du choix de mon pays de destination, l'affiliation culturelle a ete un choix determinant, comme le modele de societe applique.
Plus generalement, pourquoi quittons nous la France : la reponse evidente est qu'on y est pas satisfait. Naturellement, les Francais ne sont pas les seuls a partir de chez eux, mais je crois que le phenomene est tout de meme incroyablement plus fort dans l'hexagone que dans nombre d'autres pays Europeens. Le reve d'autre chose, de plus authentique peut-etre, ou tout bonnement d'une vie plus simple comportant moins de contraintes liees a la societe. Pas besoin de partir tres loin pour ca, voir paragraphe precedent. Beaucoup de monde ne se satisfait pas du "tout va bien, madame la marquise" : ce n'est un secret pour personne, la France est un pays qui va mal, et comme dans tous pays qui va mal, les "rats quittent le navire" pour reprendre la metaphore d'un participant.
(et desole pour le manque d'accents, mon clavier actuel n'a pas la diacritique Francaise)
J'ai decide de partir pas si loin. Mais la France est un Etat en fait tres specifique : nombreux sont ceux qui amalgament France avec le reste du monde dit occidental. Il n'en est rien : sans entrer dans un debat politique, la France a une orientation bien particuliere qui satisfait certains, d'autres moins. C'est aussi un pays a l'appareil etatique puissant, n'hesitant pas a intervenir quitte a ce que ca change la vie de ses citoyens; c'est une culture et une facon de penser qui defendent des valeurs assez eloignees de celles de la plupart des autres pays Europeens (malgre leurs specificites nationales respectives), que ce soit a tort ou a raison. Je fais partie de ceux qui en ont eu assez de toutes ces "exceptions Francaises". "ceux" dont je parle ne sont pas forcement des voyageurs, simplement toutes ces personnes jeunes, recemment diplomees (ou pas) qui decident de faire leur vie ailleurs.
Pour ce qui est du choix de mon pays de destination, l'affiliation culturelle a ete un choix determinant, comme le modele de societe applique.
Plus generalement, pourquoi quittons nous la France : la reponse evidente est qu'on y est pas satisfait. Naturellement, les Francais ne sont pas les seuls a partir de chez eux, mais je crois que le phenomene est tout de meme incroyablement plus fort dans l'hexagone que dans nombre d'autres pays Europeens. Le reve d'autre chose, de plus authentique peut-etre, ou tout bonnement d'une vie plus simple comportant moins de contraintes liees a la societe. Pas besoin de partir tres loin pour ca, voir paragraphe precedent. Beaucoup de monde ne se satisfait pas du "tout va bien, madame la marquise" : ce n'est un secret pour personne, la France est un pays qui va mal, et comme dans tous pays qui va mal, les "rats quittent le navire" pour reprendre la metaphore d'un participant.
Qui veut chasser une migraine n'a qu'à boire toujours du bon
merci
Chacun possède la force créatrice de l'univers. Il crée sa réalité et se doit d'en assumer les conséquences.
Le Bouddha Gautama, vers 500 av J.C.
...vu mon salaire, même avec une devise forte, je uis loin d'une vie papale...ET question jolies filles, je ne pese pas que ma femme soit d'accord!
Ce qui signifie que pour réaliser ton rève, qui semble être de "quitter la France pour la Thailande", il te faille auparavant trouver une solution à ces deux entraves. Concentre-toi quand même sur le problème financier. Car gagner correstement sa vie sur place est nettement plus compliqué qu'y trouver du personnel féminin dévoué. Ton potentiel financier influant grandement sur la qualité du dit personnel féminin local.
Plus sérieusement, ne jamais oublier la règle de base : quand on quitte volontairement quelque chose ( quoi que ce soit ) c'est pour trouver mieux ! Je sais que ça a l'air d'une Lapalissade, mais beaucoup devrait y songer calmement. Et bien réfléchir à ce qu'ils ont et à ce qu'ils auront. Ou n'auront plus. Car on peut se passer d'énormément de choses...mais pas forcément très longtemps ! Et la vie ce n'est pas une épreuve de survie où l'on prouve sa capacité à se passer de tout. Enfin, c'que j'en dis...
Ce qui signifie que pour réaliser ton rève, qui semble être de "quitter la France pour la Thailande", il te faille auparavant trouver une solution à ces deux entraves. Concentre-toi quand même sur le problème financier. Car gagner correstement sa vie sur place est nettement plus compliqué qu'y trouver du personnel féminin dévoué. Ton potentiel financier influant grandement sur la qualité du dit personnel féminin local.
Plus sérieusement, ne jamais oublier la règle de base : quand on quitte volontairement quelque chose ( quoi que ce soit ) c'est pour trouver mieux ! Je sais que ça a l'air d'une Lapalissade, mais beaucoup devrait y songer calmement. Et bien réfléchir à ce qu'ils ont et à ce qu'ils auront. Ou n'auront plus. Car on peut se passer d'énormément de choses...mais pas forcément très longtemps ! Et la vie ce n'est pas une épreuve de survie où l'on prouve sa capacité à se passer de tout. Enfin, c'que j'en dis...
yama
L'homme a trois coeurs. Le premier tout le monde le connait. Le second, seuls ses amis le connaissent. Le troisième ? c'est le vrai, le sien. (Proverbe Japonais)
L'homme a trois coeurs. Le premier tout le monde le connait. Le second, seuls ses amis le connaissent. Le troisième ? c'est le vrai, le sien. (Proverbe Japonais)
Salut,
Je lisais vite fait cette discussion depuis quelques jours pis je n'avais pas envie d'y participer, ne me sentant pas concernee.
Pis j'ai relu le titre et je me suis dit qu'en fait je pouvais peut-etre y metre un grain de sel... 😉
Peut-etre la question pour certains n'est pas de vouloir quitter la France. Peut-etre la question est inversee: l'envie d'aller voir ailleurs, et la, c'est different.
Je n'ai jamais eu envie de quitter la France. Par contre, j'ai depuis assez jeune toujours voulu aller vivre en Irlande. Le premier a decoule du second, tout simplement. 😉 Et a ce jour, je n'ai toujours pas envie de rentrer en France! 🙂
Voyageusement,
Lilie
Je lisais vite fait cette discussion depuis quelques jours pis je n'avais pas envie d'y participer, ne me sentant pas concernee.
Pis j'ai relu le titre et je me suis dit qu'en fait je pouvais peut-etre y metre un grain de sel... 😉
Peut-etre la question pour certains n'est pas de vouloir quitter la France. Peut-etre la question est inversee: l'envie d'aller voir ailleurs, et la, c'est different.
Je n'ai jamais eu envie de quitter la France. Par contre, j'ai depuis assez jeune toujours voulu aller vivre en Irlande. Le premier a decoule du second, tout simplement. 😉 Et a ce jour, je n'ai toujours pas envie de rentrer en France! 🙂
Voyageusement,
Lilie
https://raconte-moi-l-irlande.com/ - Pour en découvrir toujours plus sur l'Irlande !
Merci de tes conseils . Ma femme est thaï...
Chacun possède la force créatrice de l'univers. Il crée sa réalité et se doit d'en assumer les conséquences.
Le Bouddha Gautama, vers 500 av J.C.
Ta "femme est thai" ?
Bravo. Bien joué. Exceptionnel.
Pardonne-moi si je me moque un peu. Ce n'est pas méchant.
Simplement, vingt ans de Thailande m'ont fait entendre cette mélodie si souvent...
Mais dans ton "ma femme est thai" n'y a-t-il pas inclus, la réponse à ta question ?
Certains quittent (ou du moins généralement "veulent" quitter...) la France car ils ne peuvent ou ne sont pas capables d'y trouver ce qu'ils croient trouver ailleurs. Non ?
Par contre, ayant lu ton profil, permet-moi de te dire qu'être avec une thai n'oblige pas à renier son pays.
L'origine de nos déceptions ou de nos échecs se trouvent plus souvent au fond de nous-mêmes que dans la France. Mais c'est plus difficile à reconnaitre.
Enfin, écrire "apatride" sur un forum ne présente pas grand-danger.
La France est comme ces mères aimantes qui récupèrent leurs rejetons quand ils sont dans la merde.
Même ceux qui leur ont craché à la figure la veille.
Quand on se retrouve malade, sans un rond, l'ex-belle-famille installé dans sa jolie nouvelle maison, et seul dans un coin paumé de l'Issan, on est très content d'avoir un N° à appeller où une voix va répondre en français.
Et on oublie vite que l'on est un "apatride".
Vu maintes et maintes fois.
Mais, bon, je suis pleinement conscient et persuadé qu'à toi ce genre de truc ne peut pas arriver.
Chok dee sam rap thouk yang, khon mai saï pathèt.
Mais, bon, je suis pleinement conscient et persuadé qu'à toi ce genre de truc ne peut pas arriver.
Chok dee sam rap thouk yang, khon mai saï pathèt.
yama
L'homme a trois coeurs. Le premier tout le monde le connait. Le second, seuls ses amis le connaissent. Le troisième ? c'est le vrai, le sien. (Proverbe Japonais)
L'homme a trois coeurs. Le premier tout le monde le connait. Le second, seuls ses amis le connaissent. Le troisième ? c'est le vrai, le sien. (Proverbe Japonais)
Bonsoir,
je te réponds en privé.
Chacun possède la force créatrice de l'univers. Il crée sa réalité et se doit d'en assumer les conséquences.
Le Bouddha Gautama, vers 500 av J.C.
Moi je quitte pas la France, je voyage. 🙂
Le plus grand voyageur est celui qui a su faire une fois le tour de lui-même
Parce que ce que nous avons en France, ne nous correspond plus🙂
Bonsoir,
"Parce que ce que nous avons en France, ne nous correspond plus"
Exactement.
Michel
"Parce que ce que nous avons en France, ne nous correspond plus"
Exactement.
Michel
"Comment la France pourrait-elle de nouveau nous correspondre "
Ne considérant pas la France comme un point central pour mon bien être, si elle n'y arrive pas, ce n'est pas très grave non plus...
Ne considérant pas la France comme un point central pour mon bien être, si elle n'y arrive pas, ce n'est pas très grave non plus...
Es un hombre que se va, la lagrima se queda.
Elle pourrait correspondre à des étrangers qui eux trouveraient ce qu'ils ne trouvent plus dans leur propre pays. L'équilibre est ainsi maintenu
POur ma part, j'etais contente de venir etudier en France!!!
Contente de vivre en FRance...
Contente de voir la France...
Au depart, j'etais souriante, aimable, avenante, prete a discuter dans la rue ou dans le metro!
Puis au fil des annees, il a fallu que je me mette dans le moule!
Changer mon regard envers les gens, ne pas repondre aux gens dans la rue...ne plus sourire...
C'est pas tres bien vu... ca fait l'etranger!!! ca se reconnait, ca sent bizarre, c'est pas comme nous!!!
BBbbrrrrr...
Et puis il y a toutes ces petites choses qui font le quotidien et qui finissent par stresser... Comme faire la queue, la queue est rarement respectee en France... Les gens vous passent devant! Sans pitie, meme accompagnee d'enfants en bas age! C'est a celui qui saura le mieux raler pour etre ecouter... Commencer aimablement, je veux y croire, marche encore, mais c'est trop long, y a trop peu de respect!!! Demander un renseignement en France et on vous toise d'un air, t'es pas d'ici toi!!! Les gens n'ont pas l'air heureux et tristement, ca se communique!
Voila, le probleme de la France, ce sont les francais en groupe, les francais qui au final reprochent tous la meme chose pris individuellement... le manque de respect et de sourire!!! La vie est faite de petites choses, du quotidien et si ces petites choses sont agacantes, raleuses et ternes et bien oui, ca donne envie d'aller voir ailleurs si l'herbe est plus verte!!!
Et puis il y a toutes ces petites choses qui font le quotidien et qui finissent par stresser... Comme faire la queue, la queue est rarement respectee en France... Les gens vous passent devant! Sans pitie, meme accompagnee d'enfants en bas age! C'est a celui qui saura le mieux raler pour etre ecouter... Commencer aimablement, je veux y croire, marche encore, mais c'est trop long, y a trop peu de respect!!! Demander un renseignement en France et on vous toise d'un air, t'es pas d'ici toi!!! Les gens n'ont pas l'air heureux et tristement, ca se communique!
Voila, le probleme de la France, ce sont les francais en groupe, les francais qui au final reprochent tous la meme chose pris individuellement... le manque de respect et de sourire!!! La vie est faite de petites choses, du quotidien et si ces petites choses sont agacantes, raleuses et ternes et bien oui, ca donne envie d'aller voir ailleurs si l'herbe est plus verte!!!
Ne demande jamais ton chemin a quelqu'un qui le connait, car tu pourrais ne pas t'egarer. Rabbi Nahman de Braslav
Bonjour,
"Elle pourrait correspondre à des étrangers qui eux trouveraient ce qu'ils ne trouvent plus dans leur propre pays."
Où qui imagineraient le trouver. Je suis toujours frappé des motivations de gens qui rêvent de "venir vivre en Bretagne", par exemple ; grand bien leur fasse, mais j'y ai assez vécu pour savoir qu'ils se font des idées, que la réalité est toute autre - et assez dure en fait. Je ne connais pas assez bien la France pour transposer, mais pour la Bretagne, je l'ai souvent constaté.
Michel
"Elle pourrait correspondre à des étrangers qui eux trouveraient ce qu'ils ne trouvent plus dans leur propre pays."
Où qui imagineraient le trouver. Je suis toujours frappé des motivations de gens qui rêvent de "venir vivre en Bretagne", par exemple ; grand bien leur fasse, mais j'y ai assez vécu pour savoir qu'ils se font des idées, que la réalité est toute autre - et assez dure en fait. Je ne connais pas assez bien la France pour transposer, mais pour la Bretagne, je l'ai souvent constaté.
Michel
je ne sais pas où vous avez fait la queue, mais j'ai rarement vu en France des gens ne pas la respecter !!!!
Quant aux sourires, dans tous les pays que j'ai pu visiter, je ne crois avoir vu des gens afficher des sourires systématiques sur leurs lèvres (surtout quand ils prenaient les transports pour aller au boulot)....et discuter "le bout de gras " avec tout le monde dans les transports en communs !!!!
Pour râler ça c'est sur les français se posent là !
Ce qui me fait également sourire, c'est que ce que vous reprochez aux français, les français le reprochent aux américains, les x aux y...
bref...toujours les mêmes lieux communs !!!!🤪
Quant aux sourires, dans tous les pays que j'ai pu visiter, je ne crois avoir vu des gens afficher des sourires systématiques sur leurs lèvres (surtout quand ils prenaient les transports pour aller au boulot)....et discuter "le bout de gras " avec tout le monde dans les transports en communs !!!!
Pour râler ça c'est sur les français se posent là !
Ce qui me fait également sourire, c'est que ce que vous reprochez aux français, les français le reprochent aux américains, les x aux y...
bref...toujours les mêmes lieux communs !!!!🤪
Exactement Trompette, tu ne peux pas savoir a quel point tu as raison !
Demande aux anglais vivant en France pourquoi ils s'y sont installes et ils te repondront dans beaucoup de cas la France leur rappelle une certaine idee de l'Angleterre d'il y a trente ou quarante ans et dont ils ont la nostalgie.
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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?
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Is it better to live in Montpellier than in Lille? Are the Pygmies happier than the Inuit? Are Canadians less happy than the people of Louisiana? Are there more French expats in hot countries?
And your travels? Do you choose your destinations based on the climate? Do you rejoice when a bit of sunshine appears?
Hi everyone, just this once I’m not posting for a travel story, but to share a thought for Venezuela.
If you didn’t know—since it’s not making headlines—the country was hit by two 7.5-magnitude earthquakes last week. Over 2,200 people have died, more than 50,000 are missing, and some coastal towns have been completely destroyed. Maybe when the scale of the humanitarian crisis becomes clear, our media will cover it a bit more... especially since earthquakes with this many casualties usually make the front page, but there’s been nothing in France.
So here’s a thought for this country, which, whatever you think of its politics, is a true jewel of South America, both for its landscapes and its people.
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).
We're planning to spend a month in Vietnam. Is hiring a guide helpful?
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
Then... would you have 5 to 7 minutes to help me by filling out this questionnaire? 🙂 »» https://forms.gle/y74ckkvN9TjrougLA
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.
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
Then... would you have 5 to 7 minutes to help me by filling out this questionnaire? 🙂 »» https://forms.gle/y74ckkvN9TjrougLA
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.
Hello everyone,
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????
Please forgive my little rant.
Wishing everyone all the best. Cheers,
Puma2A

...
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????
Please forgive my little rant.
Wishing everyone all the best. Cheers,
Puma2A

...
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)"
BUDGET: "3,000 – 3,900 € for 2 people" (We paid 3,200 €)
In conclusion, it’s not (yet) enough, but it’s (already) pretty impressive!
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)"
BUDGET: "3,000 – 3,900 € for 2 people" (We paid 3,200 €)
In conclusion, it’s not (yet) enough, but it’s (already) pretty impressive!
Hello everyone,
I’m sharing the menu posted at the entrance of a bar at the foot of the Porto Tower in Southern Corsica. . .
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Greetings and have a great Sunday.
Puma2A . .

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I’m sharing the menu posted at the entrance of a bar at the foot of the Porto Tower in Southern Corsica. . .
.
.Greetings and have a great Sunday.
Puma2A . .

...
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...
Do you bring back customs from your travels?
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...
Do you bring back customs from your travels?
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.
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.
Survey link: https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSdkmBzW2QOE3_ZirhmdG8e2LQyaWLJxWUeyTR0LzpC8ytlufQ/viewform
Your response will be a huge help for my work and will contribute to a broader reflection on the future of the travel experience.
Thanks in advance to everyone who takes the time to participate!!
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.
Survey link: https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSdkmBzW2QOE3_ZirhmdG8e2LQyaWLJxWUeyTR0LzpC8ytlufQ/viewform
Your response will be a huge help for my work and will contribute to a broader reflection on the future of the travel experience.
Thanks in advance to everyone who takes the time to participate!!
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!
Do you know if it’s possible to get around on our own, or is it better to go through a local agency or book a package like the one sold by TravelChinaGuide? https://www.travelchinaguide.com/package/zhangjiajie/2days-tour.htm
Thanks in advance for your advice! Alod
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!
Do you know if it’s possible to get around on our own, or is it better to go through a local agency or book a package like the one sold by TravelChinaGuide? https://www.travelchinaguide.com/package/zhangjiajie/2days-tour.htm
Thanks in advance for your advice! Alod
Hello 🙂
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.
Catherine
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.
Catherine
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?
Thanks in advance. Florence
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?
Thanks in advance. Florence
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!
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.
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! :)
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.
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?
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?
Hi there,
While reading some travel journals, I notice that we always reflect on the people of the countries we visit.
I’d love to hear your thoughts on which people charmed you the most during your travels?
I’m not looking for controversy, just reflections and personal feelings. Looking forward to reading your replies...
While reading some travel journals, I notice that we always reflect on the people of the countries we visit.
I’d love to hear your thoughts on which people charmed you the most during your travels?
I’m not looking for controversy, just reflections and personal feelings. Looking forward to reading your replies...
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.
Best regards,
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.
Best regards,

Hello to all East Africa lovers and nature enthusiasts in general,
While I prepare to share a recap of our latest trip/safari in Kenya soon, I’d like to wish you all a peaceful transition between 2025 and 2026.
Warm regards,
Puma2A.





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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
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?
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?
Hi there,
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...)
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?
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?