Who’d like to share their best and worst travel memories in a few lines? For me, it’s watching the TAJ MAHAL at sunrise and getting chased by dogs at the top of a mountain pass in GREECE on the way back from ISTANBUL. THANKS GUYS
Le routard: une caricature?
by Falblabla2
This discussion is in French, the community’s main language.
euh.....franchement c'est quoi ce macho à deux balles....qui se la joue Bukowski (en moins talentueux)...Bref ..plutôt hérissant sur les bords (surtout pour une femme).........je mettrai un petite mention au texte intitulé la mort, et j'ai bien rigolé sur le texte sur le GDR...
Moi, j'ai trouvé cela très cynique mais aussi très très drôle et contrairement à l'intervenant précédent, sa façon d'écrire ne me fait pas penser à Bukowski mais plutôt à Bret Easton Ellis. Notamment à Glamorama et surtout au personnage de Patrick Bateman dans American Psycho. D'ailleurs, je le soupçonne de s'inspirer de ce perso pour décrire sa vie sur place. Il y a des ressemblances troublantes.
Il y a un passage où il est dans l'avion avec une nana et des prêtres espagnols qui est trés drôle dans la rubrique "vacances", texte intitulé "Mombasa".
Es un hombre que se va, la lagrima se queda.
ah, ah!!
Vraiment faut y croire! c'est vrai c'est bien écrit, ça peut convaincre, mais si t'es pas content restes chez toi!
Tu as l'air en colère, oui le monde n'est pas joli, joli, mais tu viens de le découvrir, ou quoi!!
ET, EST-CE QUE TU VOIS CE QUI EST MERVEILLEUX DANS CE MONDE?
Si on oriente son regard vers la merde, c'est ce qu'on trouve.
Chacun de nous construit son univers, le tient à l'air d'être cynique, comme tu le dis, ce n'est pas ça qui change le monde.
amicalement.
Salut
Euh on dirait que tu n'as pas compris que ce n'est pas moi qui ai écrit cela. J'ai simplement donné un lien vers le blog d'un mec dont je trouve la vision assez particulière. A tout hasard, je ne réside pas en Afrique mais en Asie Michel
Euh on dirait que tu n'as pas compris que ce n'est pas moi qui ai écrit cela. J'ai simplement donné un lien vers le blog d'un mec dont je trouve la vision assez particulière. A tout hasard, je ne réside pas en Afrique mais en Asie Michel
Salut
On sent bien que se mec cherche quelquechose au niveau du style mais aussi de la provocation.
D'ailleurs le texte sur l'avion, il en a fait une deuxième version avec un vol en Corse, les supporters de l'équipe de foot locale et les indépendantistes.
Moi, il me fait franchement rigoler.
Michel
Michel
moi il me fait moins rire car je trouve qu'il a une vision des femmes dégradantes (le côté "toutes des putes" me gène beaucoup), son côté "je me marre bien avec les fachos" me gène particulièrement aussi...mois les fachos me font jamais marrer
Je dirais plutôt qu'il se prend pour un bourlingueur à la Cendrars (pas l'écriture mais le personnage).
il se la joue désabusé mais il ne suffit d'aligner les mots "merde", "foutre" et "nichons" pour avoir du talent, il faut les utiliser à bon escient... ce n'est pas le cas. C'est vraiment pas bon, je trouve. désagréable même.
il se la joue désabusé mais il ne suffit d'aligner les mots "merde", "foutre" et "nichons" pour avoir du talent, il faut les utiliser à bon escient... ce n'est pas le cas. C'est vraiment pas bon, je trouve. désagréable même.
"Le bout du monde et le fond du jardin contiennent la même quantité de merveilles : l'essentiel n'est rien d'autre que ce que l'on néglige".
Christian Bobin
http://voyageforum.com/voyage/pourquoi_voyagez_vous_en_b_routard_b_D23182/
Sujet précédemment abordé : Pourquoi voyager vous en routard sujet proxime de la question évoquée dans ton post.
Sujet précédemment abordé : Pourquoi voyager vous en routard sujet proxime de la question évoquée dans ton post.
http://pochard.blog.club-corsica.com/
Je me trompe ou il s'agit bien du blog du trop fameux clubber ?
Je me trompe ou il s'agit bien du blog du trop fameux clubber ?
C'est génial...ca passerait sur canal...et ts nos rabats-joie trouveraient ca très tendance...
"Enfin, tant que ça me fait marrer de voir des nanas à tresses anti-CPE habillées comme des sacs à merde hanter les CCF (le GdR aime beaucoup les CCF) en s'extasiant sur leur prochaine maladie vénérienne tout en racontant leur dernière expèrience de contact quasi-mystique avec la population qui a consisté à serrer la main d'un gosse malade et de choper une nouvelle maladie..."
trop drôle... http://pochard.blog.club-corsica.com/rub-vacances_226.html
"Enfin, tant que ça me fait marrer de voir des nanas à tresses anti-CPE habillées comme des sacs à merde hanter les CCF (le GdR aime beaucoup les CCF) en s'extasiant sur leur prochaine maladie vénérienne tout en racontant leur dernière expèrience de contact quasi-mystique avec la population qui a consisté à serrer la main d'un gosse malade et de choper une nouvelle maladie..."
trop drôle... http://pochard.blog.club-corsica.com/rub-vacances_226.html
Salut lepiaf
Normalement ce mec hante certains groupes où il fait un peu de provoc. fr.rec.cuisine d'où il a dû se faire virer avec ses recettes ou demande que je te laisse imaginer fr.misc.divers en ce moment fr.rec.voyages et plein d'autres groupes... Si tu as entendu parler du GRUF (groupe de réforme usener fr ou quelque chose comme ça) je crois qu'il n'en est pas loin. Je le classe dans les rigolos assez sympa et je dois avouer que je vais lire ses délires assez régulièrement. Je le trouve assez poil à gratter.
Bon voilà j'espère que ça ne mettra pas le bazar sur VF s'il le découvre.
Michel
Normalement ce mec hante certains groupes où il fait un peu de provoc. fr.rec.cuisine d'où il a dû se faire virer avec ses recettes ou demande que je te laisse imaginer fr.misc.divers en ce moment fr.rec.voyages et plein d'autres groupes... Si tu as entendu parler du GRUF (groupe de réforme usener fr ou quelque chose comme ça) je crois qu'il n'en est pas loin. Je le classe dans les rigolos assez sympa et je dois avouer que je vais lire ses délires assez régulièrement. Je le trouve assez poil à gratter.
Bon voilà j'espère que ça ne mettra pas le bazar sur VF s'il le découvre.
Michel
Tu me files les liens que j'aille voir je vois pas de quel site tu parles STP, merci.
je vais mettre mon petit grain de sel dans cette discution... pour moiu j'ais longtemps fait les choses en routard. puis un jour je ne suis plus seule mon compagon est diabetique et le façon routarde nousa donnee bien des frayeures au mexique. nous avons donc cherche commment faire et puis decouverte... nouvelles frontieres propose des circuits dit "aventure" avez vous dejas essaye?
vious allez dans des endroits ou guere de monde passe, vous bivouaque dans des village ou les gens vous remecient de passer les voires bvous etes un tout peztit groupe et vous avez quand meme une certaine possibilitee de voire les choses a votre façon.
pour moi cela a ete une decouverte, pouvoire voyage sans trop me prendre la tete (surtout pour la securite de mon compagnon) mais surtout ne plus passer a cote des choses que je ne voe pas car je ne connais pas ase le pays.
tant qu'au cote touriste s'il est dans la tete, je ne rentre jamais completement dans ma tete je suis toujour partie et ne pense qu'a repartire et surtout pas au retour.
et un grand plaisir pooiur moi c'est de preparer le voyage comme si je davsi le faire par mes propres moyens ce qui me permet de ne pas le faire façon: je consomme un produit. et apparamant lea difference se voit (temoin ce que je vis pendant mes voyage qui est parfois tres differant du reste du groupe). je me retroyve au senegal a alle voire le troupeau avec les enfants pendant que le groupe est je ne sais pas ou, au marocme voila entrain de faire le taopis avec la fille de la maison et ses copines pendant que les autres prennent le the ou encore en train de prendre le the avec des femmes chez elle pendant que le groupe fait son petit tour de chameau... des exemples comme cela j'en ai a la pelle.
alors routard, circuit"organise, touriste, voyageur? tout est dans la tete!!! bon voyage a tous
alors routard, circuit"organise, touriste, voyageur? tout est dans la tete!!! bon voyage a tous
Ouh là !!! C'est difficile de s'insérér comme ça dans une discussion qui traine depuis un certain temps.
Je n'ai pas le courage de parcourir tous les messages. Je vais essayer de donner mon petit grain de sel aussi🙂
Quelle différence entre un voyageur et un touriste?
Dans voyageur, il y a Voir et dans touriste, il y a Tour.
On voyage pour aller voir alors que dans le tourisme, on fait le tour, une sorte de visite en somme pour regarder sans forcément voir.
Pendant ses vacances, on ferait bien de faire un petit tour comme ça pour satisfaire un certain plaisir. Et on prend une photo en souvenir. On pourra contempler cette photo au retour, peu importe l'histoire qu'il y a derrière.
Quand on voyage, on a un but un peu plus approfondi. On veut voir pour comprendre. Pour cela, on va plus vers les gens, connaitre leur histoire, échanger des vécus et des expériences. Il est important de garder de l'humilité devant des gens qu'on connait à peine, chercher à connaitre profondément sans juger, avant de pouvoir donner son point de vue avec l'espoir d'un retour du regard de l'autre. On se fait juger en quelque sorte et là est la grande différence entre faire du tourisme et un voyage pour voir, écouter, comprendre, apprendre et se faire voir en retour.
En Asie que je connais mieux, on vous accueille avec un sourire qui cache son ignorance devant la personne que vous êtes.
Je lis des contributions qui laissent croire que quand l'on voyage vers les autres, on prétend apporter son savoir sinon sa richesse ... Quelle prétention ! Comment peut-on être aussi orgueilleux ? On a ses propres problématiques irrésolus dans son propre pays, comment oser se comporter ainsi?
Bon je m'arrête là aujourd'hui, par manque de temps mais je pourrai en dire beaucoup plus.
Merci de votre attention
Je n'ai pas le courage de parcourir tous les messages. Je vais essayer de donner mon petit grain de sel aussi🙂
Quelle différence entre un voyageur et un touriste?
Dans voyageur, il y a Voir et dans touriste, il y a Tour.
On voyage pour aller voir alors que dans le tourisme, on fait le tour, une sorte de visite en somme pour regarder sans forcément voir.
Pendant ses vacances, on ferait bien de faire un petit tour comme ça pour satisfaire un certain plaisir. Et on prend une photo en souvenir. On pourra contempler cette photo au retour, peu importe l'histoire qu'il y a derrière.
Quand on voyage, on a un but un peu plus approfondi. On veut voir pour comprendre. Pour cela, on va plus vers les gens, connaitre leur histoire, échanger des vécus et des expériences. Il est important de garder de l'humilité devant des gens qu'on connait à peine, chercher à connaitre profondément sans juger, avant de pouvoir donner son point de vue avec l'espoir d'un retour du regard de l'autre. On se fait juger en quelque sorte et là est la grande différence entre faire du tourisme et un voyage pour voir, écouter, comprendre, apprendre et se faire voir en retour.
En Asie que je connais mieux, on vous accueille avec un sourire qui cache son ignorance devant la personne que vous êtes.
Je lis des contributions qui laissent croire que quand l'on voyage vers les autres, on prétend apporter son savoir sinon sa richesse ... Quelle prétention ! Comment peut-on être aussi orgueilleux ? On a ses propres problématiques irrésolus dans son propre pays, comment oser se comporter ainsi?
Bon je m'arrête là aujourd'hui, par manque de temps mais je pourrai en dire beaucoup plus.
Merci de votre attention
http://www.maison-chance.org/
Lucky that we have a home/Our Home is Nha May Man/Passing rain and dry seasons/In a full-of-love atmosphere/Besides my new family/I have brothers and sisters/The sun shines over the skies/Let's stay here, with all of us,
W've got home;
Lucky that we have a home/Our Home is Nha May Man/Passing rain and dry seasons/In a full-of-love atmosphere/Besides my new family/I have brothers and sisters/The sun shines over the skies/Let's stay here, with all of us,
W've got home;
t'as jamais été pris en photo par un touriste ?🙂
ouah, je ne sais pas dans combien de pays j'ai été photographiée comme typique ! et je ne te dis pas mon bébé qui doit figurer dans quelques albums ! ce que j'ai moins aimé, c'est quand on m'a poussé pour se mettre à côté d'elle pour être photographié avec...
pour moi, c'est sans doute ça la différence, faire les choses en respectant ou non les autres, qu'ils soient locaux ou pas, d'ailleurs.
ouah, je ne sais pas dans combien de pays j'ai été photographiée comme typique ! et je ne te dis pas mon bébé qui doit figurer dans quelques albums ! ce que j'ai moins aimé, c'est quand on m'a poussé pour se mettre à côté d'elle pour être photographié avec...
pour moi, c'est sans doute ça la différence, faire les choses en respectant ou non les autres, qu'ils soient locaux ou pas, d'ailleurs.
Moi ça m'a beaucoup fait rire, merci pour le lien. 🙂
Je n'ai pas tout lu, mais l'ai mis dans mes favoris. J'aime beaucoup ce genre d'humour et de style, même si je n'apprécierais probablement pas le personnage si je le connaissais réellement, et s'il ressemble à ses écrits. Je me demande d'ailleurs dans quelle mesure tout cela est romancé.
Je n'ai pas tout lu, mais l'ai mis dans mes favoris. J'aime beaucoup ce genre d'humour et de style, même si je n'apprécierais probablement pas le personnage si je le connaissais réellement, et s'il ressemble à ses écrits. Je me demande d'ailleurs dans quelle mesure tout cela est romancé.
Salut
alors que nous voyagions en Colombie Britannique:un couple de Japonais a demandé à se faire photographier avec mon fils de 2 ans dans les bras!! Il était alors tres blond! l'exotisme pour eux?
Sinon un conseil à tous
"Travellers" d'Alexandre Kauffmann:on y retrouve des personnes croisées en voyage...
olivier d
On ne voyage pas pour se forger des souvenirs mais pour vivre l'instant présent. http://amsud2007.over-blog.com/ http://laminifamille.en-escale.com/
On ne voyage pas pour se forger des souvenirs mais pour vivre l'instant présent. http://amsud2007.over-blog.com/ http://laminifamille.en-escale.com/
Le routard n'est pas une caricature du touriste ébahi ni du voyageur professionnel réalisant le tour du monde en 80 jours à coup de tours et d'excursions.
Le routard est tout autre, sa personnalité hybride repose sur deux éléments : il est le dernier héritier de la tradition aristocratique du voyage au long cours (période préalable à l'agence Cook et suivantes qui marquent le début du tourisme bourgeois) ; surtout il s'oppose au voyageur ponctuel, utilitaire, qui ne fait que reproduire ses habitudes même à l'autre bout du monde. Là sont les deux caractéristiques essentielles du routard : profiter du temps, voyager comme il vit...librement tout en étant affranchi des contraintes matérielles, de la pression touristiques et de toute organisation.
Pour lui, peu importe de coucher dans un hôtel luxueux, de posséder tous les ustensiles du parfait baroudeur, d'enrichir son blog. Sa richesse c'est avant tout l'authenticité de son voyage : il va là où il veut et seul, privilégie les rencontres, l'altérité est son ami, l'ailleurs son chez lui.
Le routard est tout autre, sa personnalité hybride repose sur deux éléments : il est le dernier héritier de la tradition aristocratique du voyage au long cours (période préalable à l'agence Cook et suivantes qui marquent le début du tourisme bourgeois) ; surtout il s'oppose au voyageur ponctuel, utilitaire, qui ne fait que reproduire ses habitudes même à l'autre bout du monde. Là sont les deux caractéristiques essentielles du routard : profiter du temps, voyager comme il vit...librement tout en étant affranchi des contraintes matérielles, de la pression touristiques et de toute organisation.
Pour lui, peu importe de coucher dans un hôtel luxueux, de posséder tous les ustensiles du parfait baroudeur, d'enrichir son blog. Sa richesse c'est avant tout l'authenticité de son voyage : il va là où il veut et seul, privilégie les rencontres, l'altérité est son ami, l'ailleurs son chez lui.
Hello
J'applaudit des deux mains ....
Philo
J'applaudit des deux mains ....
Philo
"J'ai refait tous les calculs, notre projet est irréalisable, il ne nous reste plus qu'une chose à faire, le réaliser". Latecoere
dyslexique
salut....En ce momment je suis en inde et quand je te lis, je me dis que ca fait plaisir quand quelqu un trouve les mots pour decrire quelque chose de general, en l occurence le voyage...Comment par exemple, ne pas etre blesse, et ecoeure parfois ici, et pourtant, plus j apprend a la connaitre, plus l inde m apelle...J y ai vu le pire (4 hommes lynches devant moi, il y 3 ans ), et le meilleur, un ptit bout de route avec des enfants du bihar....ce que tu dis est tres juste, le laid ''chez nous'', ne deviens pas le beau, a 10000 km...la merde sens partout la merde, un gosse malheureux est un gosse malheureux, mais la beaute, et les belles rencontres sont certes differentes, mais aussi passionantes, mais ''chez nous"" ou ailleurs, prenons le meme temps et le meme plaisir a s arreter et prendre le temps d ecouter..on apprend partout...tout le temps......Ne pas laisser aveugler par l exotisme...Juste aller vers l ailleurs....pour se connaitre un peu plus en tant qu habitant de cette planete...vas voir la bas si tu es.....
Les touristes en france, ils m ont fait gagner ma croute pendant des annees..Je veux juste dire qu il y a toujours differents angles pour voir les choses...Quand je vois en inde des guignols s ahbiller en indiens et nous faire le coup du sadhu blanc, avec shilum a la ceinture er cheveux bien sales trainant les pieds....Je vis pieds nus depuis des annees, j ai la tete rasee avec une queue de cheval (derriere la tete helas...), en france comme partout ou je vais...et parfois en inde, j ai une impression bizzare quand je suis entoure de ces gens qui jouent aux indiensIls se deguisent pour le voyage... En tout cas je reviens des montagnes de l himalaya, d une cabanne avec de vrais sadhus...que du bonheur..Et la haut, ces faux baba (pas cool), ne sont pas la, c est trop loin, trop froid, et personne ne les verrai, et il sont la pour se faire voir, c est tout...Les ''touristes'' ne sont pas toujours ceux que l on croit....En tout cas moi, jaime bien falbala pas vous??
on a pas croise les memes routards!!!
Le "routard" que tu définis là, pour moi, ce n'est pas LE routard. C'est toi (je suppose), c'est certains voyageurs, individuellement, très minoritaires dans le monde des voyageurs.
Pour moi, la majorité des voyageurs se prétendent "routards" en pensant représenter cette image que tu décris du "bon" voyageur. Mais dans la réalité, je dirais que 90% des "routards" ont un comportement tout autre.
Si l'on garde ta description du routard, je dirais que 90% des "routards" veulent être des routards mais ne le sont pas, ni dans leur comportement, ni dans leur mode de pensée; je dirais que les routards (ceux que tu décris) sont en fait très très rares.
Pour moi, la majorité des voyageurs se prétendent "routards" en pensant représenter cette image que tu décris du "bon" voyageur. Mais dans la réalité, je dirais que 90% des "routards" ont un comportement tout autre.
Si l'on garde ta description du routard, je dirais que 90% des "routards" veulent être des routards mais ne le sont pas, ni dans leur comportement, ni dans leur mode de pensée; je dirais que les routards (ceux que tu décris) sont en fait très très rares.
De même que philobate, j'applaudit des deux mains car j'aime beaucoup ta définition du routard.
Quant à dire qu'ils sont peu nombreux, je ne suis pas tout à fait d'accord. En voyage, la majorité des voyageurs que je rencontre correspondent tout à fait à ton descriptif. Peut être est ce parce que je partage la philosophie du voyage que tu décris et que ce partage favorise ce type de rencontre.
A+ Samuel
Quant à dire qu'ils sont peu nombreux, je ne suis pas tout à fait d'accord. En voyage, la majorité des voyageurs que je rencontre correspondent tout à fait à ton descriptif. Peut être est ce parce que je partage la philosophie du voyage que tu décris et que ce partage favorise ce type de rencontre.
A+ Samuel
http://pochard.blog.club-corsica.com/art-racisme_4342.html
Nouveau texte bien marrant.
En ce momment je perpetue cette ""tradition noble des voyageurs au long cour"", qui consiste a boire une bonne biere dans les montagnes indiennes, avant de partir au cashemir dans 2 jours, a moto...Je sais pas ce tu as pris avant d ecrire mais je veux pareil....!!!!!Bon, je veux juste dire que c est bien d analyser le truc, mais a momment faut arreter, le voyage routard ou pas je m en fou...C est toujours du bonheur...Un con irrespectueux dans son pays, sera toujours un con irrespectueux ailleurs...alors routards, roots, organise...si t es un naze chez toi, t es naze en voyage....quoique que quelque fois, le voyage fait changer...Moi, je suis toujours aussi con, mais je crois en l homme de plus en plus a force de trainer mes guetres aillaurs...rien n est perdu...et les gosses vont tout changer j en suis sur...sante...bonheur...joie dans vos soeurs...
Bon c est bien beau tout cela, mais qui est "routard" et qui c est qui est "touriste " la dedans ?
Des noms svp !😛
L'envie c'est comme un grain de sable dans l'oeil !
moi je suis touriste!!!! et je me regale et certains routards m'envient!!!😉
Les touristes, touristes partis
Le village petit à petit
Retrouve face à lui-même
Sa vérité, ses problèmes
Les touristes, touristes partis
La vie semble marquer la pose Les belles n'iront plus au bois Je vous aime métamorphoses Des saisons vertes aux abois De champignons et de châtaignes De terre et de genêts mouillés Le coin des cheminées s'imprègne Du parfum des longues veillées
Les touristes, touristes partis Le village petit à petit Retrouve face à lui-même Sa vérité, ses problèmes Les touristes, touristes partis
Les vieux se chauffent en silence Sur cette place sans un bruit Un soleil pâle de faïence Sur leurs épaules s'assoupit On parle de pêche et de chasse On joue aux dés ou aux tarots Les enfants montent d'une classe Les femmes changent de tricot
Les touristes, touristes partis Le village petit à petit Retrouve face à lui-même Sa vérité, ses problèmes Les touristes, touristes partis
Les rivalités de clocher En de secrets conciliabules Le long des ruelles cachées Couvent au feu du crépuscule Ici nul n'oublie jamais rien Ni ce que fut votre grand-père Ni ce que vous faisiez gamin Quand vous alliez à la rivière
Les touristes, touristes partis Le village petit à petit Retrouve face à lui-même Sa vérité, ses problèmes Les touristes, touristes partis
Partout les hommes sont les mêmes Ici sans doute comme ailleurs Ils lancent au loin leur " je t'aime " Le ventre noué par la peur Le ventre noué par la peur De l'avenir insaisissable Toujours en quête d'un coupable Toujours en quête du bonheur
Signé Jean Ferrat.
La vie semble marquer la pose Les belles n'iront plus au bois Je vous aime métamorphoses Des saisons vertes aux abois De champignons et de châtaignes De terre et de genêts mouillés Le coin des cheminées s'imprègne Du parfum des longues veillées
Les touristes, touristes partis Le village petit à petit Retrouve face à lui-même Sa vérité, ses problèmes Les touristes, touristes partis
Les vieux se chauffent en silence Sur cette place sans un bruit Un soleil pâle de faïence Sur leurs épaules s'assoupit On parle de pêche et de chasse On joue aux dés ou aux tarots Les enfants montent d'une classe Les femmes changent de tricot
Les touristes, touristes partis Le village petit à petit Retrouve face à lui-même Sa vérité, ses problèmes Les touristes, touristes partis
Les rivalités de clocher En de secrets conciliabules Le long des ruelles cachées Couvent au feu du crépuscule Ici nul n'oublie jamais rien Ni ce que fut votre grand-père Ni ce que vous faisiez gamin Quand vous alliez à la rivière
Les touristes, touristes partis Le village petit à petit Retrouve face à lui-même Sa vérité, ses problèmes Les touristes, touristes partis
Partout les hommes sont les mêmes Ici sans doute comme ailleurs Ils lancent au loin leur " je t'aime " Le ventre noué par la peur Le ventre noué par la peur De l'avenir insaisissable Toujours en quête d'un coupable Toujours en quête du bonheur
Signé Jean Ferrat.
L'envie c'est comme un grain de sable dans l'oeil !
c'est tout a fait cela. l'automne chez nous!!!
Je suis partie en Uruguay, 3 semaines en septembre dernier. C'est le seul pays "pauvre" où je me suis rendue. Le sentiment de gene a été très fort, je me sentais "out of place".Ce qui augmente l'impression, c'est aussi qu'il y a très peu de toursite en Uruguay, surtout en hiver et qu'on a constamment l'impression d'être seul au monde! je logeais chez ma cousine, dans un quartier en pleine émergence, de nouveaux commerces commencent à se mettre en place et c'est un mélange de population très pauvre et de gens des classes moyennes. J'ai rencontré des jeunes de mon âges, avec qui je garde encore des contacts réguliers, qui deviennent de vrais amis, mais ils étaient de classe très aisée, belles maisons, études universitaires, avec un mode de vie très occidental, qui m'ont vraiment bouleversés par leur volonté farouche presque, irraisonée de vivre à "l'Européenne". Le reste de la population, beaucoup moins aisée, avait un regard presque dédaigneux envers moi. L'impression d'être un animal de foire.Je me sentais très mal à l'aise quand je sortais dans la rue et pourtant, j'étais loin d'être très démonstrative sur mon statut de "touriste" avec mon appareil pendu au cou. Mais je suis blanche et pour eux ça suffit, ils ne sont pas agressifs, mais tu ne sais jamais si on te parle par gentillesse ou parce qu'on pense que tu vas pouvoir donner de l'argent. Ma cousine vit la bas, elle est mariée a un Uruguayen et elle a beaucoup de mal à s'y faire. Ca fait presque 2 ans qu'ils sont installés et elle ne sent pas du tout chez elle dans le regard des autres. A part ça, je tiens à préciser que c'était un merveilleux voyage et que l'Uruguay n'est pas assez connu, il mérite d'être découvert, mais pas trop quand même, le petit nombre de touristes en préserve aussi le charme!
Dans ce cas la, n est t il pas parodoxal aussi d aller au restau en france quand dans la meme rue tu as un sdf qui creche dehors??1 pauvres ou 1000 pauvres c est pareil, c est triste mais au lieu de se sentir coupable, essayer de voyager de facon a ce que les plus pauvres en profitent, dans la mesure du possible.....Et chez nous, essayer daider les plus demunis, dans nos gestes quotidiens par exemple....
Je rejoins cette discussion que je trouve assez interessante et je vais donner mon propre point de vue. Il y a une sorte de courant qui existe deja depuis bien longtemps du "je suis un aventurier, moi je cherche a comprendre la pop locale, je fuis les mechants touristes qui ne sont pas des aventuriers comme moi, moi je suis un vrai bla bla bla". Ces personnes la disent comprendre les populations locales mais ne peuvent méme pas comprendre ses propres compatriotes. Mais je pens qu'il y a la dedans surtout une envie de se donner un genre, chose assez ridicule! Je vous conseille de lire "Vacances a l'indienne" un livre qui parle assez bien de tout cela, de ces prsonnes qui se croient superieures par leur maniere de voyager! Moi j'aime voyager, point! j'aime beaucoup dormir a la belle etoile, mais c'est aussi tellement agreable (quand on a les moyens-et oui je suis encore etudiante!) de dormir dans un bel hôtel. Je fais un stage en agence de voyages, et les clients sont des personnes qui ont souvent les mêmes aspirations de depaysement et de decouvertes, mais qui n'ont pas l age, ou n ont jamais eu l education ou le vecu pour effectuer des voyages "routards". Tous ce mepris qu'il peut y avoir contre ces personnes est totalement anti esprit voyage, et tous ces prototypes de pseudo Indiana Jones meprisant me degoutent! Je suis bien plus attirés par les auberges de jeunesses que par les grand hôtels, car l'ambiance y est plus conviviale pr moi mais je comprends tout a fait que d'autre n'ait pas le meme gout, j'aime bien rencontrer des occidentaux en voyage pr partager nos opinions et un bout de chemin et je ne vois pas ou est le probleme! Si c'est un indigene que je rencontre, et si je m'entends bien avec lui, je ferai les mêmes choses qu'avec n'importe quel autre personne, mais je ne vais pas fuire les touristes de mon pays pour dire que je n"ai rencontré que des indigenes, et que je me suis completement immergé dans la culture locale si c'est faux, juste parce que sa fait bien! Faut arreter de critiquer les voyages d'autrui, personne n'est superieure a personne! Je ne sais pas si vous comprenez ce que je veux dire, car il est 5h17 du mat et je commence a etre fatiguée mais en gros, ouvrons nous et pas seulement aux habitants des pays ou nous voyageons!
Vis tes rêves, ne rêve pas ta vie...
et techniquement un touriste est une personne qui passe une nuit ou plus hors de son lieu d'habitation classique avec le loisir comme motif! cela n'a rien a voir avec le mot "tour" francais, mais cela rmonte au "grand tour" lorsque les jeunes aristocrates britanniques du 18e Siecle perfectionnaient leur education en etudiant les civilisations lors de grands voyages! Et puis c est quoi ce classement du bon ou du mauvais voyageur? qui sommes nous pr juger de la valeur d'un voyage?
Vis tes rêves, ne rêve pas ta vie...
Je suis une touriste avec appareil photo, mais il suffit de le sortir au bon moment, et de ne pas prendre en photo tout c3e qui nous passe sous le nez, et de le faire discretement quand c'est possible...
Excusez moi, je comprends plus trop...pourquoi il ne faut pas prendre de photos? Pourquoi c'est mal de poser devant un monument. perso j en ai jamais eu l'occasion car je nai pas d'appareil mais j aimerai bien me mettre a la photo mais expliquez moi en quoi c'est mal...SVP je suis jeune et peu cultivée visiblemnt! car j entends bcp parler d"observation de la vie locale sans se faire remarquer"... comme quand on observe des animaux dans la nature c'est sa? Et puis "un sourire donné par l'un d'entre eux est deja un cadeau merveilleux". Je me demande si je souris aux personnes qui pensent sa, est ce qu elles penseront aussi que c'est un cadeau merveilleux, puisque je suis francaise (c est moins exotique!)! Les habitants des pays que l'on visite ne sont pas des etres particulierement extraordinaires, arretons de les voir comme des etres surnaturels et merveilleux sous tout point de vue, ils restent des etres humains !😏
Excusez moi, je comprends plus trop...pourquoi il ne faut pas prendre de photos? Pourquoi c'est mal de poser devant un monument. perso j en ai jamais eu l'occasion car je nai pas d'appareil mais j aimerai bien me mettre a la photo mais expliquez moi en quoi c'est mal...SVP je suis jeune et peu cultivée visiblemnt! car j entends bcp parler d"observation de la vie locale sans se faire remarquer"... comme quand on observe des animaux dans la nature c'est sa? Et puis "un sourire donné par l'un d'entre eux est deja un cadeau merveilleux". Je me demande si je souris aux personnes qui pensent sa, est ce qu elles penseront aussi que c'est un cadeau merveilleux, puisque je suis francaise (c est moins exotique!)! Les habitants des pays que l'on visite ne sont pas des etres particulierement extraordinaires, arretons de les voir comme des etres surnaturels et merveilleux sous tout point de vue, ils restent des etres humains !😏
Vis tes rêves, ne rêve pas ta vie...
voila qui est bien parle...Je disai a je ne sais plus qui dans un messafe, que routard, organise, roots et toutes ces conneries ne voulais rien dire...Un imbecile irrespectueux chez lui le sera ailleurs, quelle que soit sa facon de voyager....ici en inde les pseudo baba cool qui se la jouent je ""je suis fils de l inde"" et qui passent leur journee dans les mains streets, car ailleurs personne ne pourrai les admirer, me font pisser de rire et je prefere un mec qui voyage organise mais qui assume, que de parler avec ces (gentils) guignols...voyageons tous comme nous en avons envie...Aujourd hui la pluie a cesse, et je pars cet apres midi au ladhak a moto.....heureux d etre sur la route...namaste a tous...
Je n'ai pas dit que c'était mal de prendre des photos, et "un sourire est un merveilleux cadeau", j'avoue que ça me gêne autant que toi comme phrase, c'est une autre façon de voir l'autre comme s'il était un objet merveilleux, une légende, ou particulièrement extraordinaire, comme tu le dis.
En ce qui me concerne, j'essaie d'être discrète avec mon appareil photo pour plusieurs raisons: Les pays où j'ai voyagé (l'ex-yougoslavie), sortent d'une guerre, et même plusieurs, il reste beaucoup de séquelles, les traces d'explosions ou de tirs sont encore visibles. On est très vite tentés de prendre tout ça en photo, pour le côté "exotique" justement, le côté incroyable. Je n'ai pas voulu le faire, parce que je me serais sentie un peu mal de ramener ce genre de photos. Pour moi ce sont des photos de voyage, de vacances. Pour les gens qui vivent là-bas, ça a une toute autre signification. Et je ne me sens pas le droit de m'approprier ces images, c'est tout. Ensuite chacun fait ce qu'il veut. Deuxio, si quelqu'un demain venait me photographier pendant que je suis à la terrasse d'un café, ou dans mon jardin en train de lire un bouquin, sans qu'on me demande l'autorisation, ça me soulerait, donc j'essaie de ne pas le faire aux autres, en France ou ailleurs. Et la dernière chose, un appareil photo, dans certains pays, est un signe de richesse, et je n'ai pas envie d'attirer les voleurs, ou de fausser mon rapport avec les gens. Surtout qu'être considérée comme riche me met mal à l'aise, je me sens redevable, alors qu'en général mon budget voyage n'est vraiment pas faramineux.
Et pour terminer, que ce soit à propos des photos ou du comportement, j'essaie toujours de me fondre dans la masse, que les gens ne sachent pas que je suis étrangère avant d'avoir discuté avec moi. C'est en partie un mesure de protection, en tant que femme voyageant seule. Bon je précise que pour moi c'est assez facile, je voyage dans des pays dont je parle la langue, et ça fait longtemps que je ne suis pas allée dans un pays ou mon physique d'européenne me trahirait dès le départ.
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
ok qd tu parles de n pas prendre ce style de choses en photo, mais c est un exemple precis, la yougoslavie, qui ne s'applique pas forcemen partou. De plus ne pas prendre les gens a photo c'est normal, mais pour tout le reste pas besin de se priver et ne t inquiet pas, partout ou tu iras les gens verrons que tu es une touriste.
Vis tes rêves, ne rêve pas ta vie...
De plus ne pas prendre les gens a photo c'est normal, mais pour tout le reste pas besin de se priver
ça n'est ps normal pour tout le monde, malheureusement, et ensuite je n'ai pas l'impression que tu comprennes ce que je dis... Bien évidemment que l'on peut prendre des photos, d'ailleurs pourquoi emporter un appareil si ça n'est pas pour l'utiliser.😉
ne t inquiet pas, partout ou tu iras les gens verrons que tu es une touriste.
🙂 C'est faux, mais peu importe. Si je ne veux pas que l'on "sache" que je suis une touriste, ça n'est ps par fierté mal placée, c'est comme je l'ai dit plus haut, en partie pour conserver ma tranquillité, et ma sécurité. Mais aussi pour éviter d'être la bête curieuse (c'est marrant aussi, et c'est normal, mais pas tout le temps) ou pour éviter les arnaques (du genre le prix du taxi trois fois plus élevé que d'habitude). Mais comme je l'ai dit plus haut, c'est difficile si on ne connaît pas bien la langue et la culture du pays. Si je partais demain en thaîlande, bien sûr que je serais directement repérée comme touriste étrangère, vu que je ne connais rien de ce pays, pas même le mot "bonjour". 😛
ça n'est ps normal pour tout le monde, malheureusement, et ensuite je n'ai pas l'impression que tu comprennes ce que je dis... Bien évidemment que l'on peut prendre des photos, d'ailleurs pourquoi emporter un appareil si ça n'est pas pour l'utiliser.😉
ne t inquiet pas, partout ou tu iras les gens verrons que tu es une touriste.
🙂 C'est faux, mais peu importe. Si je ne veux pas que l'on "sache" que je suis une touriste, ça n'est ps par fierté mal placée, c'est comme je l'ai dit plus haut, en partie pour conserver ma tranquillité, et ma sécurité. Mais aussi pour éviter d'être la bête curieuse (c'est marrant aussi, et c'est normal, mais pas tout le temps) ou pour éviter les arnaques (du genre le prix du taxi trois fois plus élevé que d'habitude). Mais comme je l'ai dit plus haut, c'est difficile si on ne connaît pas bien la langue et la culture du pays. Si je partais demain en thaîlande, bien sûr que je serais directement repérée comme touriste étrangère, vu que je ne connais rien de ce pays, pas même le mot "bonjour". 😛
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
pour savoir qui nous sommes (voyageur ou touriste), il suffit de regarder son visa. et là surprise nous avons, prresque tous, un visa touristique. nous voyagons pour notre plaisir, cela fait de nous des touristes. seules nos destinations changent.pour ma part, je fais plus une diffrence entre les voyageurs et les voyagés.
raphael
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Hi everyone,
Who’d like to share their best and worst travel memories in a few lines? For me, it’s watching the TAJ MAHAL at sunrise and getting chased by dogs at the top of a mountain pass in GREECE on the way back from ISTANBUL. THANKS GUYS
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Good evening everyone,
This is my 15,000th post, and it's a message I would have preferred never to write.
Patrick—Yangguizi—won’t be returning from his trek in Uganda. His health betrayed him in the mountains.
Like many of you, I laughed until I couldn’t anymore at his travel stories. I met him in Shanghai, then in Istanbul... We scoured restaurants—he was an incredible expert on world cuisines. We relived Korea, China. Always brilliant, so sharp, so funny, so down-to-earth. Being even a little bit his friend was something to be proud of. I think I envied him.
Patrick is still out there, of course... He found his happiness running across the world. He’s on his path. He never doubted that "the traveler doesn’t even know if he’ll return one day."
Not sure this would’ve suited him, but his departure devastates me.
Alright, Farewell, you foreign devil. Safe travels.
Michel
This is my 15,000th post, and it's a message I would have preferred never to write.
Patrick—Yangguizi—won’t be returning from his trek in Uganda. His health betrayed him in the mountains.
Like many of you, I laughed until I couldn’t anymore at his travel stories. I met him in Shanghai, then in Istanbul... We scoured restaurants—he was an incredible expert on world cuisines. We relived Korea, China. Always brilliant, so sharp, so funny, so down-to-earth. Being even a little bit his friend was something to be proud of. I think I envied him.
Patrick is still out there, of course... He found his happiness running across the world. He’s on his path. He never doubted that "the traveler doesn’t even know if he’ll return one day."
Not sure this would’ve suited him, but his departure devastates me.
Alright, Farewell, you foreign devil. Safe travels.
Michel
hello to all travelers with their eyes wide open to the desert...
I’ve always wondered what I was "doing" on this earth. And why my father, who died a few months after I was born—a former youngest French resistance fighter—joined the First Saharan Motorized Company in Atar and spent the rest of his life repairing army engines in Algeria, Mauritania, Senegal, Mali (which didn’t exist under that name back then), Morocco, and finally Algeria, where my mother was born and raised. (Believe me, it’s not "cool" being the child of a soldier in a country occupied by France, and even less so the child of a "pied-noir.") Of course, I never got an answer: the dead don’t talk, and the army doesn’t either. But here’s the thing—I had photos... So naturally, one day I hit the road. I wanted to see, to understand. It’s thanks to VF that I was able to do a little research on crossing the Morocco-Mauritania border, and I’m grateful to its members, just as I’m grateful to all those who welcomed me on the road for 14 years. For the past few weeks, I’ve been wondering if I should talk about this or not... It turns out the Mauritanians changed my life by asking for my help... And that started as early as February 2012... (Did I owe them something? No answer to that question.) Ah, the irony—they saw me coming. But when you’re handed sick children and begged to do something, what would you have done? I’d worked in a hospital, so I knew a bit about the rules to follow. I didn’t hesitate. And well, over all these years, I met doctors, surgeons, and together we organized care, evacuations of children, training for surgeons—even trying to stop children from having to travel outside their country. It was never easy. I’d like to thank those who supported us, as well as *La Chaîne de l’Espoir*, *La Fondation Face au Monde*, and everyone who built bridges between our two countries. Unfortunately, despite the constant efforts of Mauritanian doctors and surgeons, some children couldn’t be helped in time. Today, I want to talk about four siblings—orphans of their mother—suffering from congenital glaucoma causing irreversible blindness. Their case was entrusted to me in 2020, just weeks before the big lockdown. We couldn’t do anything for them then, but when their father asked me for a gift, I rushed to my computer and wrote a story. Through a tale, the children take a great journey, explore their country, and fulfill a dream. I never thought this book would be published—it was, in 2023. This book pays tribute to Mauritania. It’s a message for those who know nothing about the hardships of life there, carrying both the harshness and beauty of an immense desert where you can travel by 4x4, bike, on foot, or by camel in complete safety. It bears witness to the kindness of Mauritanians toward travelers. As a woman traveling alone in my vehicle—a now-rusted old Mercedes that no longer runs—I had the most beautiful encounters of my life there (I’ve seen other parts of the world...). The blind children of Choum, Atar, Nouadhibou, and Nouakchott will forever be in my heart. Volunteer readers transcribed the book into a free audio version for the visually impaired. It’s available in sound libraries in France, the *Fondation Valentin Haüy*, and the Swiss Romande library. I made my last trip to Mauritania in my old 4x4 to distribute the book everywhere, especially to its heroes and the school for the visually impaired in Nouakchott. After that, I thought it was time to close the chapter because I no longer have the means or the strength to travel. My publishers chose this title for it: *The Blue Eyes of the Desert*. This publication helped a mission of Swiss volunteer ophthalmologists come to operate on glaucomas in Mauritania. I’m thrilled because they come back every year! This adventure is ending, yes—everything must come to an end—but ultimately, it was born here, on the VF site!! So yes, I had to say it: THANK YOU!!!!!
I’ve always wondered what I was "doing" on this earth. And why my father, who died a few months after I was born—a former youngest French resistance fighter—joined the First Saharan Motorized Company in Atar and spent the rest of his life repairing army engines in Algeria, Mauritania, Senegal, Mali (which didn’t exist under that name back then), Morocco, and finally Algeria, where my mother was born and raised. (Believe me, it’s not "cool" being the child of a soldier in a country occupied by France, and even less so the child of a "pied-noir.") Of course, I never got an answer: the dead don’t talk, and the army doesn’t either. But here’s the thing—I had photos... So naturally, one day I hit the road. I wanted to see, to understand. It’s thanks to VF that I was able to do a little research on crossing the Morocco-Mauritania border, and I’m grateful to its members, just as I’m grateful to all those who welcomed me on the road for 14 years. For the past few weeks, I’ve been wondering if I should talk about this or not... It turns out the Mauritanians changed my life by asking for my help... And that started as early as February 2012... (Did I owe them something? No answer to that question.) Ah, the irony—they saw me coming. But when you’re handed sick children and begged to do something, what would you have done? I’d worked in a hospital, so I knew a bit about the rules to follow. I didn’t hesitate. And well, over all these years, I met doctors, surgeons, and together we organized care, evacuations of children, training for surgeons—even trying to stop children from having to travel outside their country. It was never easy. I’d like to thank those who supported us, as well as *La Chaîne de l’Espoir*, *La Fondation Face au Monde*, and everyone who built bridges between our two countries. Unfortunately, despite the constant efforts of Mauritanian doctors and surgeons, some children couldn’t be helped in time. Today, I want to talk about four siblings—orphans of their mother—suffering from congenital glaucoma causing irreversible blindness. Their case was entrusted to me in 2020, just weeks before the big lockdown. We couldn’t do anything for them then, but when their father asked me for a gift, I rushed to my computer and wrote a story. Through a tale, the children take a great journey, explore their country, and fulfill a dream. I never thought this book would be published—it was, in 2023. This book pays tribute to Mauritania. It’s a message for those who know nothing about the hardships of life there, carrying both the harshness and beauty of an immense desert where you can travel by 4x4, bike, on foot, or by camel in complete safety. It bears witness to the kindness of Mauritanians toward travelers. As a woman traveling alone in my vehicle—a now-rusted old Mercedes that no longer runs—I had the most beautiful encounters of my life there (I’ve seen other parts of the world...). The blind children of Choum, Atar, Nouadhibou, and Nouakchott will forever be in my heart. Volunteer readers transcribed the book into a free audio version for the visually impaired. It’s available in sound libraries in France, the *Fondation Valentin Haüy*, and the Swiss Romande library. I made my last trip to Mauritania in my old 4x4 to distribute the book everywhere, especially to its heroes and the school for the visually impaired in Nouakchott. After that, I thought it was time to close the chapter because I no longer have the means or the strength to travel. My publishers chose this title for it: *The Blue Eyes of the Desert*. This publication helped a mission of Swiss volunteer ophthalmologists come to operate on glaucomas in Mauritania. I’m thrilled because they come back every year! This adventure is ending, yes—everything must come to an end—but ultimately, it was born here, on the VF site!! So yes, I had to say it: THANK YOU!!!!!
Hi everyone,
I’m Loulou, a French expat who’s been living in Southeast Asia for about fifteen years, currently in Phnom Penh, Cambodia. A passionate walker at heart, I’ve trekked in Nepal (Thorung La, Mardi Himal), India, Vietnam, and I’m still planning new hikes (Char Dham, Langtang, Annapurna).
I’ve just published my first travel journal, recounting three months of walking and encounters across India. A portion of the sales goes to an educational center I support in Kep, for children whose parents work in the salt marshes.
I’m also working on a second book about Nepal with a musician friend, focusing on the Mardi Himal trek—two independent perspectives on the same journey.
Happy to swap stories with you about the Himalayas, India, Southeast Asia, or just the urge to hit the road and walk far from home.
Safe travels,
Loulou
Hi! It was totally by chance that I stumbled upon VoyageForum (an ad online and a story lol), and I’ve been reading some really old posts from 2011 about Thai massage schools—discussions on how to get by, accommodation, prices, etc. It reminded me of my own experience: I kept things simple by staying with a local family during my entire trip. I only shared all the expenses with them, which, I’ll admit, was super cheap… and I often traveled with them, which naturally opened a lot of doors for me. To start, at the school in Salaya, my Thai friend immediately connected me with Teacher Phong (the school’s mentor and teacher of teachers, a former monk). I was supposed to join a group session with other foreigners, but for some reason I don’t know, I got two days of private lessons for free with this expert… incredible! And on top of that, he loved France! It was an amazing experience. I "discovered" massage by chance—the Thai family just told me: "Try it, you’ll see!" (I’d had a pretty intense massage in the capital before 😅… but the next day, I felt unbelievably great!))
Every morning, I’d take a taxi (chosen by the Thai family at prices that beat all the competition) to this school—I’ve forgotten the name of the little village now… right in the heart of the countryside. Then, in the evenings, I’d keep practicing massage on all the family members… and they’d teach me Thai at the same time!))
Since then, I’ve practiced a bit, with lots of positive feedback. Following Teacher Phong’s advice—he thought my pressure was deep, firm, and precise—he strongly encouraged me to take this seriously.
I love Thailand so much. It’s a whole different way of living… and it’s a real blessing, even if I couldn’t live there full-time. Anyway, that was an unforgettable memory, and sometimes the Thai family and I still say hi—from 2011, 2013… right up to today!
Take care, everyone! !
Every morning, I’d take a taxi (chosen by the Thai family at prices that beat all the competition) to this school—I’ve forgotten the name of the little village now… right in the heart of the countryside. Then, in the evenings, I’d keep practicing massage on all the family members… and they’d teach me Thai at the same time!))
Since then, I’ve practiced a bit, with lots of positive feedback. Following Teacher Phong’s advice—he thought my pressure was deep, firm, and precise—he strongly encouraged me to take this seriously.
I love Thailand so much. It’s a whole different way of living… and it’s a real blessing, even if I couldn’t live there full-time. Anyway, that was an unforgettable memory, and sometimes the Thai family and I still say hi—from 2011, 2013… right up to today!
Take care, everyone! !
"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?
Not sure...😕 Who can prove that people in hot countries are happier than others? What do you think?
Is it better to live in Montpellier than in Lille? Are the Pygmies happier than the Inuit? Are Canadians less happy than the people of Louisiana? Are there more French expats in hot countries?
And your travels? Do you choose your destinations based on the climate? Do you rejoice when a bit of sunshine appears?
Hi everyone, just this once I’m not posting for a travel story, but to share a thought for Venezuela.
If you didn’t know—since it’s not making headlines—the country was hit by two 7.5-magnitude earthquakes last week. Over 2,200 people have died, more than 50,000 are missing, and some coastal towns have been completely destroyed. Maybe when the scale of the humanitarian crisis becomes clear, our media will cover it a bit more... especially since earthquakes with this many casualties usually make the front page, but there’s been nothing in France.
So here’s a thought for this country, which, whatever you think of its politics, is a true jewel of South America, both for its landscapes and its people.
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

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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. . .
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.Greetings and have a great Sunday.
Puma2A . .

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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