Accueil, première impression en Inde?
by Egmore
This discussion is in French, the community’s main language.
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"Les indes" expression à la papa ou plutôt papi, mais si appropriée quand on sillonne ses différents états et territoires.
Suivant les états on a une langue, une religion, une cuisine, une architecture, un morphotype, totalement différent et oui les habitants du sud du nord sont totalement différents de ceux du nord du sud .
Donc oui, moi je dis aussi "les indes".
Je pense que tu ne sais pas ce que l'expression "les Indes" (terme colonial et obsolète...) signifie. Il ne s'agissait pas de parler de la somme des états de l'Inde, mais d'un ensemble de colonies occidentales. - Les Indes britanniques bien sûr : Inde, Pakistan, Burma, Hong-Kong, etc. - Les Indes néerlandaises : îles d'ASE, etc. - Les Indes françaises : Inde côte est, Caraïbes, etc. - etc.
"Les indes" expression à la papa ou plutôt papi, mais si appropriée quand on sillonne ses différents états et territoires.
Suivant les états on a une langue, une religion, une cuisine, une architecture, un morphotype, totalement différent et oui les habitants du sud du nord sont totalement différents de ceux du nord du sud .
Donc oui, moi je dis aussi "les indes".
Je pense que tu ne sais pas ce que l'expression "les Indes" (terme colonial et obsolète...) signifie. Il ne s'agissait pas de parler de la somme des états de l'Inde, mais d'un ensemble de colonies occidentales. - Les Indes britanniques bien sûr : Inde, Pakistan, Burma, Hong-Kong, etc. - Les Indes néerlandaises : îles d'ASE, etc. - Les Indes françaises : Inde côte est, Caraïbes, etc. - etc.
Je crois qu'on avait tous compris...
Désolé Jr36 je n'ai pas pus répondre hier à cause d'une restriction pour les faible posteurs (j'en ai bien ris).
Pour en revenir au jeune thailandais en discution ouleuse avec ton groupe, comme tu le dis tu l'as "juste touché pour attiré son attention", je n'est jamais pensé que tu avais agit comme un matamore, juste le fais de le surprendre (qui plus est en infériorité numérique) à déclenché un reflex de défense (qui me parais normal).
J'ai trouvé qu en inde le passage d’étranger à camarade ce faisait assez vite (quelque jours), et là on (j'ai eu) a droit à différentes papouilles.
Dommage que tu ne connaisse pas un peut d'anglais, mais rien qu'avec, comme tu le souligne (en noir ?), le regard les gestes et les intention on arrive à faire passer pas mal de choses.
Maintenant les temps changent même dans l'Indre, ha ha ha, une voisine ayant fais le voyage dans les années 60 est du même avis que toi, sur le coté tactile des indiens pas des castelroussins 😉 .
Pour en revenir au jeune thailandais en discution ouleuse avec ton groupe, comme tu le dis tu l'as "juste touché pour attiré son attention", je n'est jamais pensé que tu avais agit comme un matamore, juste le fais de le surprendre (qui plus est en infériorité numérique) à déclenché un reflex de défense (qui me parais normal).
J'ai trouvé qu en inde le passage d’étranger à camarade ce faisait assez vite (quelque jours), et là on (j'ai eu) a droit à différentes papouilles.
Dommage que tu ne connaisse pas un peut d'anglais, mais rien qu'avec, comme tu le souligne (en noir ?), le regard les gestes et les intention on arrive à faire passer pas mal de choses.
Maintenant les temps changent même dans l'Indre, ha ha ha, une voisine ayant fais le voyage dans les années 60 est du même avis que toi, sur le coté tactile des indiens pas des castelroussins 😉 .
tant va la cruche à l'eau qu'à la fin elle se noie
Je ne sais pas trop quoi te répondre... j'ai effacé plusieurs fois, non pas par bonnisme mais plus par aquoibonisme.
J'ai expliqué pourquoi j'utilisais tout de même le pluriel quoi de plus ?
Ces quelques barbarismes et mes nombreuses fautes devrait être une punition suffisante.
J'ai expliqué pourquoi j'utilisais tout de même le pluriel quoi de plus ?
Ces quelques barbarismes et mes nombreuses fautes devrait être une punition suffisante.
tant va la cruche à l'eau qu'à la fin elle se noie
Les indes colonialistes c'est fini et plus personne y fait référence donc le mot peut à nouveau servir pour parler de ce diamant que représente l'Inde de nos jours. Il semble que chacun d'entre nous a regardé une facette d'où nos points de vues différents. L'ensemble de ces facettes constituent les Indes. Avant de partir choisissez bien votre facette si vous voulez ne pas être déçu.
Les indes colonialistes c'est fini et plus personne y fait référence donc le mot peut à nouveau servir pour parler de ce diamant que représente l'Inde de nos jours.
Oui en effet! qui parlerait de nos jours des Indes orientales pour désigner L'Indonésie?! Et les Indes françaises!! Là ça fait rire...
Oui en effet! qui parlerait de nos jours des Indes orientales pour désigner L'Indonésie?! Et les Indes françaises!! Là ça fait rire...
Une Colonie de Vacances n'est pas un camp de vacances c'est une question d'accueil pour dormir On pourrait dire un camp de vacances est une colonie de vacances dans laquelle les jeunes dorment sous tente dans la nature.
Les colonies de vacances se sont développées après la guerre pour les enfants qui avaient souffert de sousnutrition dans les villes. A cette période la France avait encore ses colonies(guerre d'indochine). A cette période seul le scoutisme ouvrait des camps de vacances.
Petit à petit les colonies ont disparu et les colonies de vacances moins nombreuses pour être remplacée par des camps à thème plus sympa pour les enfants.
Avec mon diamant et ses facettes j'avais essayé d'expliquer pourquoi nous avons tous raison puisque nous avons vécu ce que nous décrivons et que chacun choisi son Inde d'où "les Indes" cqfd
Si j'avais eu le droit de choisir mon Académie j'aurais aimé mériter l'Académie des sciences, je vous serais reconnaissant si vous pouviez appuyer ma candidature.
Est ce que vous n'êtes pas en tain de jouer sur les mots sur ce post???🏴☠️🤪😛 reprenons le titre 😎😎😎
"On ne fait pas un voyage. Le voyage nous fait et nous défait, il nous invente." (David Lebreton)
et pourtant, un grand nombre de personnes utilisent cet expression "les Indes" de façon erronée, et sans même cette idée ésotérique d'une "Inde à plusieurs façettes"...
Façon erronée ou pas, ici tout le monde à compris , sauf vous à priori, que lorsque yoyobzh56 a dit être allé aux Indes qu'il s'agissait de l'Inde tout simplement! si vous interrogez 100 personnes sur ce qui est représenté par le terme "les Indes" il y a fort à parier qu'à 99 % ils diront que ce terme était utilisé autrefois pour désigner ce que l'on nomme aujourd'hui par l'Inde. Votre remarque , comme l'a dit quelqu'un plus haut n' est qu'une moquerie gratuite ou peut-être aussi l'étalage prétentieux d'un savoir sans intérêt ...
Façon erronée ou pas, ici tout le monde à compris , sauf vous à priori, que lorsque yoyobzh56 a dit être allé aux Indes qu'il s'agissait de l'Inde tout simplement! si vous interrogez 100 personnes sur ce qui est représenté par le terme "les Indes" il y a fort à parier qu'à 99 % ils diront que ce terme était utilisé autrefois pour désigner ce que l'on nomme aujourd'hui par l'Inde. Votre remarque , comme l'a dit quelqu'un plus haut n' est qu'une moquerie gratuite ou peut-être aussi l'étalage prétentieux d'un savoir sans intérêt ...
Aux Indes Néerlandaises bien sûr!
Façon erronée ou pas, ici tout le monde à compris , sauf vous à priori, que lorsque yoyobzh56 a dit être allé aux Indes qu'il s'agissait de l'Inde tout simplement! si vous interrogez 100 personnes sur ce qui est représenté par le terme "les Indes" il y a fort à parier qu'à 99 % ils diront que ce terme était utilisé autrefois pour désigner ce que l'on nomme aujourd'hui par l'Inde.
Certes, tout le monde avait compris. Mais on a tout à fait le droit de penser que dire "les Indes" aujourd'hui, ça sonne un peu bizarre. J'ai un peu l'impression d'entendre mon arrière-grand-mère qui regrette le temps béni des colonies. Les gens qui voyagent au Pakistan, au Bangladesh, au Sri Lanka ou aux Maldives ne disent pas "je vais aux Indes", alors que ces pays en faisaient partie.
Enfin bref, c'est pas bien grave, mais l'utilisation des vieux termes coloniaux aujourd'hui, ça dénote un imaginaire un peu en décalage de la part de ceux qui les emploient. J'aimerais bien voir la réaction d'un Indien, d'un Pakistanais ou autre à qui on parle "des Indes" 🤪
Pour revenir sur l'accueil en Inde, il n'est pas aisé, il se mérite.
Certes, tout le monde avait compris. Mais on a tout à fait le droit de penser que dire "les Indes" aujourd'hui, ça sonne un peu bizarre. J'ai un peu l'impression d'entendre mon arrière-grand-mère qui regrette le temps béni des colonies. Les gens qui voyagent au Pakistan, au Bangladesh, au Sri Lanka ou aux Maldives ne disent pas "je vais aux Indes", alors que ces pays en faisaient partie.
Enfin bref, c'est pas bien grave, mais l'utilisation des vieux termes coloniaux aujourd'hui, ça dénote un imaginaire un peu en décalage de la part de ceux qui les emploient. J'aimerais bien voir la réaction d'un Indien, d'un Pakistanais ou autre à qui on parle "des Indes" 🤪
Pour revenir sur l'accueil en Inde, il n'est pas aisé, il se mérite.
( J'aimerais bien voir la réaction d'un Indien, d'un Pakistanais ou autre à qui on parle "des Indes" )
Bonjour Pagaliavab..
Les connaissant un peu..je pense qu'ils s'en balancent comme de leurs première chemise..Goa, Madras, Calcutta..Indes portugaises..
Bonjour Pagaliavab..
Les connaissant un peu..je pense qu'ils s'en balancent comme de leurs première chemise..Goa, Madras, Calcutta..Indes portugaises..
Nous ne pouvons montrer le chemin à ceux qui ne savent où aller..
Bonjour Pagal, Je crois comprendre votre vision de l'Inde de 2012 et votre agacement lorsque l'on utilise certaines expressions désuètes. Etant moi-même arrière-grand-père j'ai employé lors de mon premier voyage(1975 à 39 ans) cette expression :"Je suis allé aux Indes" celà sonnait mieux à ce moment là que :"Je suis allé en Inde" Etant d'origine non bourgeoise je n'ai jamais regrété le temps béni des colonies j'ai même défilé pour la paix en Indochine et en Algérie. Il a fallu du temps pour les non-spécialistes de faire la différence. Ne soyez pas sévère je crois que le mot "colonialiste" ne correspond plus aux jeunes français Lorsque je parlais des habitants je disais les Indiens et mes amis disaient les Hindous car les Indiens pour eux vivaient aux USA.Quand à la religion Hindou elle était mal connue dans nos régions
Ce n'est pas vrai qu'en Inde mais pour tous les pays que l'on veut visiter
Euh, ça dépend lesquels...
Nous sommes d'accord.
bein moi j'aime bien dire quand ont me demande je vais aux inde .... car oui il y a plusieurs pays dans ce pays , apres quand ont est la bas on se fait traité d'anglais , ils cherchent meme pas a savoir d'ou on vient , en meme temps quand tu dit france sa leurs dit rien ........inglésé , sa je l'ai entendu plusieurs fois....
ma premiere impression de l'inde etait a paharganj , assis sur mon sac a dos a rouler une clope de fleur de pays , des vaches passé, des velos-rickshaw , et ce mec avec sont turban orange ......
ma premiere impression de l'inde etait a paharganj , assis sur mon sac a dos a rouler une clope de fleur de pays , des vaches passé, des velos-rickshaw , et ce mec avec sont turban orange ......
Ma première impression, c'était dans un taxi Ambassador en arrivant à Bombay en 80. Le chauffeur avait un pote devant avec lui. Nous sommes montés à 4 dans le taxi soit 3 devant et 3 derrière. Tout d'abord j'ai été frappée par la misère dans les "bidonvilles" que nous traversions 😕 pour nous rendre de l'aéroport au centre ville, puis tous ces mendiants, enfants, et handicapés de toutes sortes, tous + terribles les uns que les autres, qui nous tendaient la main à chacun de nos arrets pour qq roupies... Notre chauffeur indien roulait très vite et il riait comme un fou avec son comparse; arrivés dans Bombay, les choses se compliquèrent. Un véritable slalom digne des JO s'engageait entres toutes les vaches allongées sur la route ou se promenant tranquillement (maintenant c'est fini tout ça, c'est moins folklo mais + prudent😉); nous étions tous verts de peur, écrasés les uns contre les autres. A savoir que notre chauffeur, jamais ne freinait ni meme ne ralentissait 😕. De plus en voyant nos frayeurs qui devait s'afficher sur nos visages de nouveaux arrivants, "nos chauffeurs" riaient de plus belle... Mais malgré tout nous sommes arrivés à bon port et avons pu constater en descendant du véhicule, que nos deux indiens était visiblement complètement déchirés 🤪.Nous avons quittés l'Ambassador un peu décomposés et tous pris de fou-rires nerveux 😉 Mais après coup, ça demeure un excellent souvenir cette course folle et j'en ri toujours 😉🙂...
"Le voyage est une espèce de porte par ou l'on sort de la réalité, comme pour pénétrer dans une réalité inexplorée qui semble un reve." -G. de Maupassant
"Dans un voyage le plus long c'est d'arriver à la porte". -Varron
Je pensais que c'était bien une Abassador, comme il n'y avait quasiment que ça à Bombay à l'époque... Mais bon si tu le dis!... Tu me mets des doutes car "j'ai la mémoire qui flanche, j'me souvient plus très bien"... 😉 Mais Premier Padmini, j'avais jamais entendu parlé. Merci 🙂
"Le voyage est une espèce de porte par ou l'on sort de la réalité, comme pour pénétrer dans une réalité inexplorée qui semble un reve." -G. de Maupassant
"Dans un voyage le plus long c'est d'arriver à la porte". -Varron
Retrouve tes photos d'époque pour le vérifier. La Padmini était à l'époque la deuxième voiture "officielle" indienne avec l'Ambassador. C'était plus petit à bord (yne Ambassador, c'est presque spacieux...) ça ressemble à une mini Peugeot 404. Sa fabrication est arrêtée depuis plusieurs années (contrairement à l'Ambassador), mais elle reste aujourd'hui encore le taxi traditionnel de Bombay.
Salut,
Je n'ai plus de souvenir de ma première impression de l'Inde car venant d'Europe par la route j'étais comme un peu rôdé..par contre pour Kathmandu.. le durbar square et toute l'activité qui régnait aux abords de freak street avec tous les hippies ..ça a été le choc! et je ne l'oublierai jamais!
Je n'ai plus de souvenir de ma première impression de l'Inde car venant d'Europe par la route j'étais comme un peu rôdé..par contre pour Kathmandu.. le durbar square et toute l'activité qui régnait aux abords de freak street avec tous les hippies ..ça a été le choc! et je ne l'oublierai jamais!
bonjour .
C'était l'hiver ici..Il devait faire dans les 5 ° a l'aéroport..nous étions couvert selon la circonstance.. Comme dans l'avion il faisait frais, nos tricots se supportaient bien..le reste..en casiers de bagages a mains...
L’atterrissage en douceur après ces longues heures d'inactivités, à été accueilli avec un soulagement non modéré.. Immobilisation du Boeing, quelques mots gentils du personnel de bord. Nous récupérions nos objets et nos frusques.. Puis..ouverture des portes..et dès cet acte..
Spontanément en nage..avec nos parkas sous le bras, on devait avoir l'air fin en sortant..Et puis, en même temps que cette chaleur qui a soudainement envahi tout l’espace, bien avant que nous soyons sorti..nous frappais en pleines narines, une forte odeur répugnante...
Je me suis dit " flute ! il aurait pu se garer ailleurs que devant un tas de fumier "...je ne savais pas que cette odeur était désormais la nôtre au quotidien.. omniprésente..ou qu'on aille..
C'était l'hiver ici..Il devait faire dans les 5 ° a l'aéroport..nous étions couvert selon la circonstance.. Comme dans l'avion il faisait frais, nos tricots se supportaient bien..le reste..en casiers de bagages a mains...
L’atterrissage en douceur après ces longues heures d'inactivités, à été accueilli avec un soulagement non modéré.. Immobilisation du Boeing, quelques mots gentils du personnel de bord. Nous récupérions nos objets et nos frusques.. Puis..ouverture des portes..et dès cet acte..
Spontanément en nage..avec nos parkas sous le bras, on devait avoir l'air fin en sortant..Et puis, en même temps que cette chaleur qui a soudainement envahi tout l’espace, bien avant que nous soyons sorti..nous frappais en pleines narines, une forte odeur répugnante...
Je me suis dit " flute ! il aurait pu se garer ailleurs que devant un tas de fumier "...je ne savais pas que cette odeur était désormais la nôtre au quotidien.. omniprésente..ou qu'on aille..
Nous ne pouvons montrer le chemin à ceux qui ne savent où aller..
L'hiver est la meilleur période pour visiter l'Inde tout le monde sait qu'en France en décembre il fait froid , qu'à l'arrivée en Inde il fait une chaleur suportable contrairement à d'autres périodes et qu'il faut prévoir des vétements en conséquence. Merci qu'en même pour l'information
Vous avez eu de la chance de sentir autre chose que le kérosène dans un aéroport
Quant au fumier il ne doit pas avoir beaucoup de lecteurs qui ont connu le fumier des fermes françaises après la guerre dont l'odeur ne génait pas les paysans qui les mettaient dans leur cour pas loin de leur l'habitation. Ce fumier que l'on répendait dans les champs a ètè remplacé par des engrais qui sentent une autre odeur désagréable
Dire que tout l'Inde sent le fumier c'est faux et insultant que dans certains endroits de l'Inde il y ait des odeurs c'est certain mais elles sont variées mais rarement celle du fumier.
À l inoubliable odeur de l Inde... Mélange de merde, d'epice , De terr chauffée, d encens et parfois de jasmin...
En voyage ou ailleurs, sous peine de passer à côté de ce que l'on revendique être venu chercher ou avoir envie de vivre... il ne faudrait jamais se détourner de là ou c'est sale, là où ça pue.
C'est très grand l'Inde si vous restez dans les villes surpeuplées du Nord vous aurez l'odeur des pots d'échappements comme dans toutes les grandes villes du monde(même à Paris) C'est vrai que le ramassage des ordures laisse souvent à désirer surtout dans certains quartiers toujours dans ces villes surpeuplées(c'était le cas en Espagne et Italie dans les années 50-70). Vous avez de la chance si vous n'avez jamais senti l'urine humaine certains murs en France.
Mais réduire l'Inde à celà c'est la preuve d'une mauvaise préparation de votre voyage. Par exemple vous voulez voir une ville sainte du Gange allez à Harridwar-Rishikech vous pourrez vous baigner avec plaisir dans un fleuve propre. Il faut peut-être voir Varanasi mais en sachant que c'est une ville surpeuplée forcément sale surtout pendant la mousson et vite vous sauver vers le Népal en bus pour trois fois rien.
J'ai réagi car j'ai été choqué que l'on réduise l'Inde à une odeur de fumier j'ai trouvé celà injuste
Mais réduire l'Inde à celà c'est la preuve d'une mauvaise préparation de votre voyage. Par exemple vous voulez voir une ville sainte du Gange allez à Harridwar-Rishikech vous pourrez vous baigner avec plaisir dans un fleuve propre. Il faut peut-être voir Varanasi mais en sachant que c'est une ville surpeuplée forcément sale surtout pendant la mousson et vite vous sauver vers le Népal en bus pour trois fois rien.
J'ai réagi car j'ai été choqué que l'on réduise l'Inde à une odeur de fumier j'ai trouvé celà injuste
Ce n'est pas parce que je ne parle que des mauvaises odeurs que j'ai une vision restreinte. J'ai juste ajouté quelques odeurs bien réelles. Alors, pourquoi te permets-tu de dire que j'ai mal préparé mon voyage? Et quel voyage, d'ailleurs?
Ce que je n'aime pas ce sont les gens qui portent des jugements sans avoir la moindre idée.
Et je n'aime pas non plus une vision de l'Inde quasi-onirique. La réalité de l'Inde, c'est aussi les odeurs de tout poil, de la pollution aux excrèments en passant par l'encens et les frangipaniers
Ajouter que des odeurs négatives c'est présenter une vision restreinte des odeurs de l'Inde
Une bonne préparation permet de prévoir et d'éviter les endroits où l'on est sûr d'avoir des sensations désagréables à moins qu'on les recherche
Celui ou ceux qui vous ont permis de donner vos impressions
Je ne me sens pas concerné
Comme je ne connaissais pas le sens "onirique" j'ai pris mon Larousse:"Activité mentale automatique, faite principalement d'hallucinations et d'illusions d'ordre visuel, et entraînant des réactions affectives et motrices" J'espère que personne parmi nous a des réactions même seulement quasi-onirique
Je ne peux qu'être d'accord avec vous.
Une bonne préparation permet de prévoir et d'éviter les endroits où l'on est sûr d'avoir des sensations désagréables à moins qu'on les recherche
Celui ou ceux qui vous ont permis de donner vos impressions
Je ne me sens pas concerné
Comme je ne connaissais pas le sens "onirique" j'ai pris mon Larousse:"Activité mentale automatique, faite principalement d'hallucinations et d'illusions d'ordre visuel, et entraînant des réactions affectives et motrices" J'espère que personne parmi nous a des réactions même seulement quasi-onirique
Je ne peux qu'être d'accord avec vous.
Venez dans le XVIII ou le XIXème arrondissement de Paris , sous 30° et vous retrouverez ces odeurs😕 qui vous semblent si familière en Inde. Sans parler des pics de pollution par temps de chaleur qui rendent l'air irrespirable 😠. Le coton que l'on se passe sur le visage le soir avec une lotion nettoyante est aussi sale pour ne pas dire crade😕 que dans les grandes villes indiennes; les indiens de ce coté là n'ont rien à nous envier...😉 Dans ces quartiers "pauvres" les hommes satisfont aussi leurs besoins naturels n'importe ou(arcades, passages, murs, trottoirs et meme dans les escaliers de nos immeubles 😠) , d'ou ensuite se dégage une forte odeur "amoniaquée"😕😠. Il y a aussi une grosse concentration de SDF dans ces quartier devenus des "ghettos"...Car comme en Inde, "on" les chasse des sites touristiques pour sauver l'image du pays.
Pour fuir ces odeurs, la cohue et cette pollution je pars 6 mois en Inde dans les petites villes ou villages en pleine nature, à la mer, à la montagne ou bien dans le désert. C'est presque le silence la nuit, excepté les "léon léon" et les aboiement des chiens 😉 parfois...
Moi, la musique ne m'a jamais dérangé, car c'est pas du bruit d'abbord, puis pace que ça me berce et m'aide à m'endormir sereinement et à tomber dans un profond sommeil, heureuse de me trouver ou je suis, en Inde.
De meme qu'il m'arrive dans le métro parisien de déscendre du wagon pour en changer à cause d'odeurs très indisposantes...
En vélo, parmis les pots d'échappements il m'arrive aussi de me couvrir le nez d'une écharpe parfumée comme en Inde dans les grandes villes par lesquelles je doit transiter. Croyez moi les mauvaises odeurs et les klaxons ne sont pas spécifiques à l'Inde... Mais plutot aux grandes villes et leurs quartiers pauvres.😕😕😠
"Le voyage est une espèce de porte par ou l'on sort de la réalité, comme pour pénétrer dans une réalité inexplorée qui semble un reve." -G. de Maupassant
"Dans un voyage le plus long c'est d'arriver à la porte". -Varron
Bonjour
Il faut quand même arrêter de se voiler la face l Inde est sale.... Égouts à ciel ouvert, gens qui chient ou pissent dans la rue ( beaucoup n ont pas d atre choix)détritus à même le sol, rats gros comme des chats, et ce tant dans les villes que ds les campagnes à part chez ls vishnois qui sont de véritables écologistes.l'hygiène des rues ne m à pas sembler la priorité. La vision de l Inde n est peu être pas onirique mais idyllique souvent dans les posts..clôture autant ce pays à d autres charmes que ceux de son hygiène.... Quant à l accueil suis aujourd'hui
au Japon et il n y a pas photo c estbien le pays le plus accueillant d Asie que j ai pu visiter.... gentillesse "gratuite" quel plaisir !
Venez dans le XVIII ou le XIXème arrondissement de Paris , sous 30° et vous retrouverez ces odeurs😕 qui vous semblent si familière en Inde.
Ho non, je t'assure que ces arrondissements (que je connais très bien) sont bien moins sales que le moindre petit village indien (même si Paris est une ville que je trouve globalement sale, mais vraiment rien à voir avec l'Inde) ! Par ailleurs, il doit faire 30° à peu près 10 jours par an à Paris alors qu'il doit faire moins de 30° dix jours par an en Inde... Nuance de taille...
Sans parler des pics de pollution par temps de chaleur qui rendent l'air irrespirable 😠.
Rien à voir en effet, Paris est un bol d'air pur à côté de Delhi, Bombay ou Chennai !
Le coton que l'on se passe sur le visage le soir avec une lotion nettoyante est aussi sale pour ne pas dire crade😕 que dans les grandes villes indiennes;
Totalement faux... Un coton tige à Paris est à peu près propre le soir. Il est littéralement noir de crasse en Inde !
Dans ces quartiers "pauvres" (les 18et19e arrondissements de Paris) les hommes satisfont aussi leurs besoins naturels n'importe ou
Allons allons, on est quand même très loin de l'Inde car dans ces quartiers pauvres comme tu dis, le prix de mètre carré ne descend quand même pas sous les 6000 euros... Il n'y a pas de ghetto à Paris même si tout le monde ne vit pas dans un grand confort.
Pour fuir ces odeurs, la cohue et cette pollution je pars 6 mois en Inde dans les petites villes ou villages en pleine nature
Et bien franchement, c'est souvent dans les petits villages (où il n'existe ni égouts ni nettoyage "municipal") que j'ai trouvé les endroits les plus sale d'Inde... Et les plus sales que j'ai vu de ma vie.
Croyez moi les mauvaises odeurs et les klaxons ne sont pas spécifiques à l'Inde...
Je pense qu'en 5 minutes à Bombay, on entend plus de coups de klaxon qu'en un mois à Paris... C'est vraiment de la mauvaise foi de sous-entendre qu'il y a peu de coups de klaxon en Inde ! Même en rase campagne, tout le monde est constamment la main sur la klaxon. C'en est épuisant et c'est totalement vain puisque tout le monde klaxonne tout le temps, donc plus personne n'y fait attention... Mais le volume sonore en Inde est invraisemblable.
Ho non, je t'assure que ces arrondissements (que je connais très bien) sont bien moins sales que le moindre petit village indien (même si Paris est une ville que je trouve globalement sale, mais vraiment rien à voir avec l'Inde) ! Par ailleurs, il doit faire 30° à peu près 10 jours par an à Paris alors qu'il doit faire moins de 30° dix jours par an en Inde... Nuance de taille...
Sans parler des pics de pollution par temps de chaleur qui rendent l'air irrespirable 😠.
Rien à voir en effet, Paris est un bol d'air pur à côté de Delhi, Bombay ou Chennai !
Le coton que l'on se passe sur le visage le soir avec une lotion nettoyante est aussi sale pour ne pas dire crade😕 que dans les grandes villes indiennes;
Totalement faux... Un coton tige à Paris est à peu près propre le soir. Il est littéralement noir de crasse en Inde !
Dans ces quartiers "pauvres" (les 18et19e arrondissements de Paris) les hommes satisfont aussi leurs besoins naturels n'importe ou
Allons allons, on est quand même très loin de l'Inde car dans ces quartiers pauvres comme tu dis, le prix de mètre carré ne descend quand même pas sous les 6000 euros... Il n'y a pas de ghetto à Paris même si tout le monde ne vit pas dans un grand confort.
Pour fuir ces odeurs, la cohue et cette pollution je pars 6 mois en Inde dans les petites villes ou villages en pleine nature
Et bien franchement, c'est souvent dans les petits villages (où il n'existe ni égouts ni nettoyage "municipal") que j'ai trouvé les endroits les plus sale d'Inde... Et les plus sales que j'ai vu de ma vie.
Croyez moi les mauvaises odeurs et les klaxons ne sont pas spécifiques à l'Inde...
Je pense qu'en 5 minutes à Bombay, on entend plus de coups de klaxon qu'en un mois à Paris... C'est vraiment de la mauvaise foi de sous-entendre qu'il y a peu de coups de klaxon en Inde ! Même en rase campagne, tout le monde est constamment la main sur la klaxon. C'en est épuisant et c'est totalement vain puisque tout le monde klaxonne tout le temps, donc plus personne n'y fait attention... Mais le volume sonore en Inde est invraisemblable.
( on entend plus de coups de klaxon qu'en un mois à Paris...)
Bonjour..
Information..le code de la route Indien prévoit d'avertir sonorement, tout autre usagés de la chaussé, de sa volonté de doubler. Et ceci afin que celui qui se fait doubler, ne change de file promptement sans avertir celui qui le suit.. Comme tout le monde se fait constamment doubler.. Et au vu de la circulation..cela me parait le plus judicieux pour éviter l'accident potentiel..tant qu'il n'y aura pas d'autres infrastructures adapté a la demande...l'interdiction des chariots à bras, remorques a bœufs, autres véhicules sans rétroviseurs..plus d'un milliard de piétons..ect...
Bonjour..
Information..le code de la route Indien prévoit d'avertir sonorement, tout autre usagés de la chaussé, de sa volonté de doubler. Et ceci afin que celui qui se fait doubler, ne change de file promptement sans avertir celui qui le suit.. Comme tout le monde se fait constamment doubler.. Et au vu de la circulation..cela me parait le plus judicieux pour éviter l'accident potentiel..tant qu'il n'y aura pas d'autres infrastructures adapté a la demande...l'interdiction des chariots à bras, remorques a bœufs, autres véhicules sans rétroviseurs..plus d'un milliard de piétons..ect...
Nous ne pouvons montrer le chemin à ceux qui ne savent où aller..
Et ceci afin que celui qui se fait doubler, ne change de file promptement sans avertir celui qui le suit..
Comme tout le monde se fait constamment doubler..
Et au vu de la circulation..cela me parait le plus judicieux pour éviter l'accident potentiel..tant qu'il n'y aura pas d'autres infrastructures adapté a la demande...l'interdiction des chariots à bras, remorques a bœufs, autres véhicules sans rétroviseurs..plus d'un milliard de piétons..ect...
En fait, comme tout le monde klaxonne absolument tout le temps, plus personne ne se range, même en pleine campagne les charettes et piétons se font raser par les camions qui roulent à fond et qui klaxonnent non-stop...
L'usage du klaxon est en effet destiné à avertir "d'un danger imminent", mais à partir du moment où tout le monde utilise tout le temps le kaxon, il perd sa fonction de prévention d'accident. Il n'y a d'ailleurs qu'à rouler en Inde pour voir à quel point les klaxons n'évitent pas un nombre très impressionnant (et effrayant) d'accidents et de morts...
En fait, comme tout le monde klaxonne absolument tout le temps, plus personne ne se range, même en pleine campagne les charettes et piétons se font raser par les camions qui roulent à fond et qui klaxonnent non-stop...
L'usage du klaxon est en effet destiné à avertir "d'un danger imminent", mais à partir du moment où tout le monde utilise tout le temps le kaxon, il perd sa fonction de prévention d'accident. Il n'y a d'ailleurs qu'à rouler en Inde pour voir à quel point les klaxons n'évitent pas un nombre très impressionnant (et effrayant) d'accidents et de morts...
Arrête de polémiquer et de chercher l'embrouille là où il n'y en avait pas. Si j'ai envie de dire que l'Inde pue, je le dirai que tu penses que ce soit restrictif ou pas. Et j'ai raison.
"Onirique": c'est en effet très dur d'appliquer ce mot à une réaction... Il paraitrait que si j'avais dit, vision de bisounours, tu aurais compris. Chacun son style.
"Onirique": c'est en effet très dur d'appliquer ce mot à une réaction... Il paraitrait que si j'avais dit, vision de bisounours, tu aurais compris. Chacun son style.
mais bien sur Fred..c'est comme partout..chez nous personne ne sort son clignotant aux ronds poins pour nous prévenir de son changement de direction..ils accélèrent et te coupent le passage..poins a la ligne..a toi de te laisser surprendre et de piler..les incivilités routieres..ils y en a partout..en République Tchèque..j'ai vu des poids lourds faire un demis-tour sur l'autoroute pour reprendre une sortie ratée..mais en Inde la base est celle de prévenir le dépassement en klaxonnant..j'ai eu l'occasion de parler de ce surprenant sujet avec des artos..qui m'ont dis avoir rater le permis de conduire, car les inspecteurs ont estimés que le candidat ne klaxonnait pas assez régulièrement...voilà ce que j'en sais..quand a son application ?
Nous ne pouvons montrer le chemin à ceux qui ne savent où aller..
mais bien sur Fred..c'est comme partout..chez nous personne ne sort son clignotant aux ronds poins pour nous prévenir de son changement de direction..ils accélèrent et te coupent le passage..poins a la ligne..a toi de te laisser surprendre et de piler..les incivilités routieres..ils y en a partout..en République Tchèque..j'ai vu des poids lourds faire un demis-tour sur l'autoroute pour reprendre une sortie ratée..mais en Inde la base est celle de prévenir le dépassement en klaxonnant..j'ai eu l'occasion de parler de ce surprenant sujet avec des artos..qui m'ont dis avoir rater le permis de conduire, car les inspecteurs ont estimés que le candidat ne klaxonnait pas assez régulièrement...voilà ce que j'en sais..quand a son application ?
Certes, mais tout cela explique bien que l'Inde est un pays où le klaxon est omniprésent alors que plus haut dans la discussion, Kathy59 essayait de laisser entendre qu'il y en avait guère plus qu'à Paris...
Mais sinon, bien sûr, il y a parfois de l'incivilité sur les routes de France ou de République tchèque... Rien à voir avec l'Inde quand même, où un bus traversera les 4 voies de l'autoroute sans même vérifier s'il vient du monde sous prétexte qu'étant le plus gros, il est prioritaire (le nombre de bus "en bananes" abandonnés sur les bords des routes, avec le nombre de morts à chaque fois que l'on imagine est assez effrayant...). Et de nuit, environ 80 % des voitures et camions sont tous phares éteint pendant que les autres sont en pleins phares... On est quand même très, très loin de ça en France !
Certes, mais tout cela explique bien que l'Inde est un pays où le klaxon est omniprésent alors que plus haut dans la discussion, Kathy59 essayait de laisser entendre qu'il y en avait guère plus qu'à Paris...
Mais sinon, bien sûr, il y a parfois de l'incivilité sur les routes de France ou de République tchèque... Rien à voir avec l'Inde quand même, où un bus traversera les 4 voies de l'autoroute sans même vérifier s'il vient du monde sous prétexte qu'étant le plus gros, il est prioritaire (le nombre de bus "en bananes" abandonnés sur les bords des routes, avec le nombre de morts à chaque fois que l'on imagine est assez effrayant...). Et de nuit, environ 80 % des voitures et camions sont tous phares éteint pendant que les autres sont en pleins phares... On est quand même très, très loin de ça en France !
Bonjour,
Dire que l'Inde est sale est injuste par rapport aux indiens. Les grandes villes surpeuplées surtout au Nord ont de nombreux quartiers où la vie est insuportable.Il est possible de voir des villages mal organisés. Mais l'Inde ne se limite pas à celà à moins que volontairement vous alliez dans ces parties de l'Inde.
Pour l'hygiène des villes car il y a ramassage ils laissent une petite partie pour le lendemain c'est dommage
J'ai constaté pour les humains que dans de nombreux lieux il existait des toilettes propres mais rien pour les vaches qui se promènent dans les villes!
J'ai passé 6 semaines en Inde (Haridwar, Rishikech, Daramsala, Les sources du Gange, Manali)j'ai cherché à éviter les lieux qui posent problèmes et marché dans l'air pur de la campagne et de la montagne. Vous pouvez trouver d'autres régions d'autres lieux en dehors des villes:
Ellora, Ajanta, le Ladakh, Darjeeling, Khajuraho, Puri, Konark, Pondichéry et Auroville, les temples du sud, le Kérala...........
Les indiens les chinois les arabes sont culturellement très propre physiquement. Chez les indiens cette propreté corporelle est poussée jusqu'à nettoyer pour les yogistes l'intérieur du corps L'estomac avec des bandelettes de tissu , les intestins en avalant de l'eau salée et en faisant des mouvements qui la dirige vers les intestins(je l'ai fait une fois)le nez, la gorge, les oreilles même le foie et les reins(on fait sortir les petits calculs j'ai expérimenté voir sur internet)........ Les européens ont longtemps été considérés par les peuples d'Asie comme sentant mauvais.
Dans les années 50-70 le système d'évacuation des ordures était insuffisant dans de nombreuses régions d'Espagne et d'Italie ce qui n'est plus le cas maintenant.
L'Inde progresse mais sa population augmente d'où les problèmes dans les quartiers pauvres des grandes villes qu'il faut fuire.
Je n'idéalise pas l'Inde du 21ème siècle mais j'ai cherché ce que lors ancêtres nous ont apporté et en dehors de temples magnifiques j'ai trouvé des techniques corporelles qui ont amélioré ma vieillesse c'est pourquoi j'ai réagi à l'odeur de fumier pour caractériser l'Inde
(bien que je ne trouvais pas cette odeur désagréable dans les fermes de mon enfance mais rien à voir avec l'odeur des égouts)
J'ai déjà donné mon opinion sur l'accueil ses avantages et ses inconvénients rien d'idyllique
Bonjour Fred,
on a tout simplement pas les memes critères de comparaisons😉, c'est tout! Et puis j'essaie de défendre un peu la cause de l'Inde si séverement jugée😕, sans savoir le pourquoi du comment 🤪 (pas d'égouts, pas ou peu de feux de signalisation, pas de station d'épuration d'eau, etc). La colonisation anglaise s'est contentée de développer les infrastructures ferroviaires pour mieux faire son "bizness" et voler les richesses du pays...
Et je trouve les indiens très propres, il ne faut pas se fier aux apparences (pas de machines à laver bien souvent, le linge est lavé à la main dans une eau trouble et sèche à meme le sol...😕) car elles sont trompeuses ( our les indiens l'eau est purificatrice...).
Pour le bruit je choisis mes endroits en connaissance de causes (ça fait plusieurs années que je passe six mois en Inde); au bord des ghats, de la mer, en Montagne, dans la "jungle", autour des lacs, bref dans des endroits piétonniers autant que possible. Dans la vie tout se mérite, qq fois il faut se donner la peine de marcher un peu ou louer vélo, scooter...et là y a pleins de petits paradis.🙂
Et puis tout est relatif, n'est-ce pas? Je crois que vous parlez de généralités, mais il y a toujours des exceptions, le tout c'est de les trouver 😉
Bref je ne vais pas polémiquer davantage, car vous ne m'avez pas comprise... ou bien me suis-je mal exprimée (n'est-pas" Lola", pro de la critique... facile).l
L' Inde est effectivement un pays sale, bruyant et pollué; aussi n'y aller pas pas au risque de vous salir et d'attraper pleins de maladies 😕😉😏 (ça nous arrangerait...😉) Merci 🙂
L' Inde est effectivement un pays sale, bruyant et pollué; aussi n'y aller pas pas au risque de vous salir et d'attraper pleins de maladies 😕😉😏 (ça nous arrangerait...😉) Merci 🙂
"Le voyage est une espèce de porte par ou l'on sort de la réalité, comme pour pénétrer dans une réalité inexplorée qui semble un reve." -G. de Maupassant
"Dans un voyage le plus long c'est d'arriver à la porte". -Varron
Et je trouve les indiens très propres, il ne faut pas se fier aux apparences
Lors de la visite du Taj Mahal, j'étais avec une guide Indienne. Pendant la visite, tout le monde avait bien sûr ses petites protections en papier pour ne pas marcher avec nos vilaines chaussures sur le sol. À la fin de la visite, je cherche une poubelle pour jeter ces protections. La guide (qui, donc, est censée être cultivée et doit surtout montrer les bons et beaux côtés de son pays), a jeté ses protections par terre... Sans commentaire supplémentaire 🤪...
Lors de la visite du Taj Mahal, j'étais avec une guide Indienne. Pendant la visite, tout le monde avait bien sûr ses petites protections en papier pour ne pas marcher avec nos vilaines chaussures sur le sol. À la fin de la visite, je cherche une poubelle pour jeter ces protections. La guide (qui, donc, est censée être cultivée et doit surtout montrer les bons et beaux côtés de son pays), a jeté ses protections par terre... Sans commentaire supplémentaire 🤪...
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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! !
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
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
"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

...
It’s something we often notice in this forum—and many others—this behavioral shift.
A long-time member, or even a new one, asks a question. They get one or more answers, some brief, some detailed, and then... nothing???
Not even a simple thank you!!!
From what I’ve gathered, if the answers don’t align with what they wanted to hear, it seems natural for the asker to just disappear!! 😕 Unless—(and I fear this is the case)—basic politeness is no longer part of our society????
Please forgive my little rant.
Wishing everyone all the best. Cheers,
Puma2A

...
I spent 3 weeks in Bali last summer (+ 3 nights on Gili Meno and a day trip to Kawah Ijen in Java). So I wanted to see what ChatGPT could suggest for comparison...
Here’s the prompt I gave:
"You’re a local expert guide for Bali.
- Plan a 20-day itinerary for Bali with a side trip to Gili Meno and a day trip to Kawah Ijen in Java without staying overnight.
- I’m traveling with my wife, and I love visiting historical sites, hiking, relaxing at the beach, snorkeling, and exploring rice terraces...
- For the duration of the stay, I don’t want more than 8 places to sleep, and I’d like to stay at least 2 days at each stop to avoid unpacking too often. Except for the last night, where I’m okay with just one night near the airport.
- I prefer neighborhoods that are walkable and try to avoid typical tourist traps, though I don’t want to miss the must-see spots. So suggest a mix of iconic sites and hidden gems.
- Recommend hotels or guesthouses with a budget of 50 to 100 € per night, including breakfast. Make suggestions in areas popular with travelers, specifying the vibe (I prefer quiet), and consider safety and proximity to attractions.
- For lunch and dinner, suggest two to three restaurants that are well-rated by customers.
- Give me a day-by-day program with details on travel times, visiting times for each point of interest, and recommendations for transportation (taxi, train, bike, etc.). Estimate the total cost of the trip, including accommodations, food, transportation, and activities, and suggest two tips for saving money in each category.
- Don’t make anything up—be realistic about travel times, take into account the opening dates and hours of sites, and give me the entry fees for places to visit.
- Ask me all the questions until you’re 95% sure you understand what’s being asked. Don’t generate your response until you’ve understood."
The AI asked for a few clarifications:
"Great request—I can build you a really optimized and enjoyable itinerary, but to be 95% sure I hit the mark, I need a few key clarifications (this will really influence the pace, areas, and accommodations)."
In the end, it proposed a program very close to what we actually did. I’ll skip its accommodation and restaurant suggestions...
Its proposal:
"Ubud (4 nights) => we did 5 nights Sidemen (2 nights) Amed (3 nights) => we’d planned 2 nights Gili Meno (3 nights) => we did Gili between Sidemen and Amed Munduk (3 nights) => we did 2 nights before Pemuteran Pemuteran (3 nights) with Ijen => we did 4 nights Sanur (2 nights + 1 last night) => we chose Jatiluwih instead of Sanur
It suggested "activities" (and accommodations too):
IN UBUD: - Walk around central Ubud (1–2h) - Campuhan Ridge Walk - Tegalalang Rice Terrace - Tirta Empul - Gunung Kawi - Massage / market / slow café
IN SIDEMEN: - Rice terrace hike (2–3h) - Cooking class
IN AMED: - Snorkeling - Japanese Shipwreck - Beach + relaxation - Volcano sunset
ON GILI: - Snorkeling at Gili Meno Turtle Point, Nest Underwater Statues
IN MUNDUK: - Jungle & waterfall hike - Munduk Waterfall + Melanting Waterfall - Loop: 3–4h (perfect for your level) - Ulun Danu Bratan Temple - Twin Lakes
IN PEMUTERAN - Snorkeling: Menjangan Island
For Kawah Ijen, it detailed the day well: 👍 from Pemuteran = best possible option 12 PM: leave hotel (we left at 10 PM) 1 PM: ferry 3 PM: arrival in Java + transfer 11 PM: start ascent 2 AM–6 AM: volcano Return to Bali around 11 AM–12 PM (we got back at 4 PM) 👍 still very intense, but doable with an agency 💰 ~80–120 €/person all-inclusive
IN SANUR: - Relaxation - Quiet beach - Proximity to airport (30 min)"
BUDGET: "3,000 – 3,900 € for 2 people" (We paid 3,200 €)
In conclusion, it’s not (yet) enough, but it’s (already) pretty impressive!
Here’s the prompt I gave:
"You’re a local expert guide for Bali.
- Plan a 20-day itinerary for Bali with a side trip to Gili Meno and a day trip to Kawah Ijen in Java without staying overnight.
- I’m traveling with my wife, and I love visiting historical sites, hiking, relaxing at the beach, snorkeling, and exploring rice terraces...
- For the duration of the stay, I don’t want more than 8 places to sleep, and I’d like to stay at least 2 days at each stop to avoid unpacking too often. Except for the last night, where I’m okay with just one night near the airport.
- I prefer neighborhoods that are walkable and try to avoid typical tourist traps, though I don’t want to miss the must-see spots. So suggest a mix of iconic sites and hidden gems.
- Recommend hotels or guesthouses with a budget of 50 to 100 € per night, including breakfast. Make suggestions in areas popular with travelers, specifying the vibe (I prefer quiet), and consider safety and proximity to attractions.
- For lunch and dinner, suggest two to three restaurants that are well-rated by customers.
- Give me a day-by-day program with details on travel times, visiting times for each point of interest, and recommendations for transportation (taxi, train, bike, etc.). Estimate the total cost of the trip, including accommodations, food, transportation, and activities, and suggest two tips for saving money in each category.
- Don’t make anything up—be realistic about travel times, take into account the opening dates and hours of sites, and give me the entry fees for places to visit.
- Ask me all the questions until you’re 95% sure you understand what’s being asked. Don’t generate your response until you’ve understood."
The AI asked for a few clarifications:
"Great request—I can build you a really optimized and enjoyable itinerary, but to be 95% sure I hit the mark, I need a few key clarifications (this will really influence the pace, areas, and accommodations)."
In the end, it proposed a program very close to what we actually did. I’ll skip its accommodation and restaurant suggestions...
Its proposal:
"Ubud (4 nights) => we did 5 nights Sidemen (2 nights) Amed (3 nights) => we’d planned 2 nights Gili Meno (3 nights) => we did Gili between Sidemen and Amed Munduk (3 nights) => we did 2 nights before Pemuteran Pemuteran (3 nights) with Ijen => we did 4 nights Sanur (2 nights + 1 last night) => we chose Jatiluwih instead of Sanur
It suggested "activities" (and accommodations too):
IN UBUD: - Walk around central Ubud (1–2h) - Campuhan Ridge Walk - Tegalalang Rice Terrace - Tirta Empul - Gunung Kawi - Massage / market / slow café
IN SIDEMEN: - Rice terrace hike (2–3h) - Cooking class
IN AMED: - Snorkeling - Japanese Shipwreck - Beach + relaxation - Volcano sunset
ON GILI: - Snorkeling at Gili Meno Turtle Point, Nest Underwater Statues
IN MUNDUK: - Jungle & waterfall hike - Munduk Waterfall + Melanting Waterfall - Loop: 3–4h (perfect for your level) - Ulun Danu Bratan Temple - Twin Lakes
IN PEMUTERAN - Snorkeling: Menjangan Island
For Kawah Ijen, it detailed the day well: 👍 from Pemuteran = best possible option 12 PM: leave hotel (we left at 10 PM) 1 PM: ferry 3 PM: arrival in Java + transfer 11 PM: start ascent 2 AM–6 AM: volcano Return to Bali around 11 AM–12 PM (we got back at 4 PM) 👍 still very intense, but doable with an agency 💰 ~80–120 €/person all-inclusive
IN SANUR: - Relaxation - Quiet beach - Proximity to airport (30 min)"
BUDGET: "3,000 – 3,900 € for 2 people" (We paid 3,200 €)
In conclusion, it’s not (yet) enough, but it’s (already) pretty impressive!
Hello everyone,
I’m sharing the menu posted at the entrance of a bar at the foot of the Porto Tower in Southern Corsica. . .
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Greetings and have a great Sunday.
Puma2A . .

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

...
I’ve kept the habit of blowing my nose in the sink and then washing my hands—a custom I picked up in India. Sometimes, non-travelers are shocked when they catch me in the act... 🤪
Also, when I run out of toilet paper, it doesn’t bother me—unless I’ve got company over... 🤪
Just got back from walking a friend’s dog (while they’re on vacation), wearing a djellaba and Tibetan boots... 😏😏😏 Oh, for sure, if I’d run into locals, I probably would’ve shocked them? 😏
Anyway, as long as I’m not spitting on the floor at a restaurant or squatting on the side of a highway with a water bottle in hand...
Do you bring back customs from your travels?
Also, when I run out of toilet paper, it doesn’t bother me—unless I’ve got company over... 🤪
Just got back from walking a friend’s dog (while they’re on vacation), wearing a djellaba and Tibetan boots... 😏😏😏 Oh, for sure, if I’d run into locals, I probably would’ve shocked them? 😏
Anyway, as long as I’m not spitting on the floor at a restaurant or squatting on the side of a highway with a water bottle in hand...
Do you bring back customs from your travels?
After taking a little trip around the world, I came back a few months ago with an idea in mind.
I mostly do diving, and I love observing animals in their natural habitat without disturbing them.
During the trip, I realized it was quite complicated to know where and when to see certain species.
For example:
where to dive with sharks or manta rays where you might get a chance to swim with whales
I even discovered thresher sharks during my trip… I didn’t even know this species existed before, even though they’re incredible to see.
We spent a ton of time searching for info all over the place, especially on social media, without ever getting a clear picture.
So I started putting all this together on my own, in the form of a map, to make it easier to visualize where to go depending on the seasons.
I recently put a first version online (it’s called Fauneya). There are probably mistakes, inconsistencies, or things to improve, and that’s partly why I’m posting here.
I’d really love to know how you all go about planning this kind of trip.
I mostly do diving, and I love observing animals in their natural habitat without disturbing them.
During the trip, I realized it was quite complicated to know where and when to see certain species.
For example:
where to dive with sharks or manta rays where you might get a chance to swim with whales
I even discovered thresher sharks during my trip… I didn’t even know this species existed before, even though they’re incredible to see.
We spent a ton of time searching for info all over the place, especially on social media, without ever getting a clear picture.
So I started putting all this together on my own, in the form of a map, to make it easier to visualize where to go depending on the seasons.
I recently put a first version online (it’s called Fauneya). There are probably mistakes, inconsistencies, or things to improve, and that’s partly why I’m posting here.
I’d really love to know how you all go about planning this kind of trip.
As part of my Master’s thesis, I’m currently conducting a public survey on a topic that concerns all of us when planning a trip: artificial intelligence and the role of human contact in travel planning.
These days, we’re using more and more digital tools to find ideas, compare options, and book trips... but is the role of human advisors still essential? At what moments? And for what types of trips?
The survey is anonymous and takes about 7 minutes.
It’s aimed at anyone who travels (or has traveled) for leisure, whether you plan everything yourself or go through an agency.
Survey link: https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSdkmBzW2QOE3_ZirhmdG8e2LQyaWLJxWUeyTR0LzpC8ytlufQ/viewform
Your response will be a huge help for my work and will contribute to a broader reflection on the future of the travel experience.
Thanks in advance to everyone who takes the time to participate!!
These days, we’re using more and more digital tools to find ideas, compare options, and book trips... but is the role of human advisors still essential? At what moments? And for what types of trips?
The survey is anonymous and takes about 7 minutes.
It’s aimed at anyone who travels (or has traveled) for leisure, whether you plan everything yourself or go through an agency.
Survey link: https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSdkmBzW2QOE3_ZirhmdG8e2LQyaWLJxWUeyTR0LzpC8ytlufQ/viewform
Your response will be a huge help for my work and will contribute to a broader reflection on the future of the travel experience.
Thanks in advance to everyone who takes the time to participate!!
While browsing the forum to gather info for my upcoming trip to Thailand, I often see the terms "traveler," "great traveler," and also "tourist"—so what’s the nuance for you?
I've traveled quite a bit in Vietnam over the past few years—from the southern delta to bustling cities and even some small islands—but what really sticks with me is the north, the high mountains.
Up there, there's something different—maybe slower, more raw. The morning markets with ethnic groups, women in traditional clothes, the colors...
The stilt houses, kids following you and laughing for no reason, the terraced rice fields—it almost feels unreal at times, so vast and quiet, yet so human and simple.
You often hear that Sapa has become too touristy, and that's partly true, especially in the center. But as soon as you move a little farther away, everything changes quickly. The landscapes open up, encounters feel more natural, and you rediscover something truly authentic.
I think it's that contrast that struck me—the difference between what you imagine before going and what you actually discover when you take the time.
And you—what memory do you hold onto from Vietnam? A particular place that touched you more than others?
Hello,
We’re finalizing the plans for our upcoming trip to China in May 2025. The second-to-last stop will be in Zhangjiajie, where we’ve planned to stay for 2 full days before heading to Shanghai.
We’re traveling solo using local transport and have arranged to stay in the city of Zhangjiajie.
We’ve seen that there’s a lot to see: Tianmen Mountain, the Grand Canyon and the glass bridge, Zhangjiajie National Park, and that the sites are quite far apart with fairly expensive entry fees. We’re thinking of dedicating one day to the national park and the Grand Canyon (glass bridge) and one day to Tianmen Mountain. But we’re not sure if this plan is realistic—any thoughts would be much appreciated!
Do you know if it’s possible to get around on our own, or is it better to go through a local agency or book a package like the one sold by TravelChinaGuide? https://www.travelchinaguide.com/package/zhangjiajie/2days-tour.htm
Thanks in advance for your advice! Alod
We’ve seen that there’s a lot to see: Tianmen Mountain, the Grand Canyon and the glass bridge, Zhangjiajie National Park, and that the sites are quite far apart with fairly expensive entry fees. We’re thinking of dedicating one day to the national park and the Grand Canyon (glass bridge) and one day to Tianmen Mountain. But we’re not sure if this plan is realistic—any thoughts would be much appreciated!
Do you know if it’s possible to get around on our own, or is it better to go through a local agency or book a package like the one sold by TravelChinaGuide? https://www.travelchinaguide.com/package/zhangjiajie/2days-tour.htm
Thanks in advance for your advice! Alod
Hello 🙂
I should be serving a warming drink to the participants in the discussion about gardens and parks that provide us with beautiful photos, I could mention the delicious buttery scent wafting from bakeries in the thread about returning to France, but my heart, its powerful pulse that nourishes my entire being, is elsewhere.
Dasht-e Lut, Yazd, Esfahan, Bam, Kerman, Qeshm, Hormuz—a melody, a prayer at the heart of desire.
A dream, an unattainable fantasy? No. Not anymore. A very serious Italian travel agency is organizing this trip for 6 people this winter. I’m signed up, I’m going, I’m living. Maybe.
"But you’re completely crazy!!!!"
I know... I know that every civilization, every society has a vital need to create scapegoats to define and justify itself, pathetically. And Iran is one of them, top of the list. I laugh or sigh, and it doesn’t bother me.
But that unchanging red, deep red and garnet, so beautiful in itself, in all the Western chancelleries repeats, whispers, shouts: don’t go, don’t go, don’t go, you’re putting yourself in danger and we can’t do anything for you. You’ll be turned into mere bargaining chips, into arguments for endless negotiations. Fear must be instilled, its power absolutely preserved, no concessions made to the enemy. The information (how many French hostages, real or fake, compared to the number of travelers?) is always lacking.
Traveling becomes a merciless confrontation between desire, the vital pulse, and anxiety, its ghosts.
Catherine
I should be serving a warming drink to the participants in the discussion about gardens and parks that provide us with beautiful photos, I could mention the delicious buttery scent wafting from bakeries in the thread about returning to France, but my heart, its powerful pulse that nourishes my entire being, is elsewhere.
Dasht-e Lut, Yazd, Esfahan, Bam, Kerman, Qeshm, Hormuz—a melody, a prayer at the heart of desire.
A dream, an unattainable fantasy? No. Not anymore. A very serious Italian travel agency is organizing this trip for 6 people this winter. I’m signed up, I’m going, I’m living. Maybe.
"But you’re completely crazy!!!!"
I know... I know that every civilization, every society has a vital need to create scapegoats to define and justify itself, pathetically. And Iran is one of them, top of the list. I laugh or sigh, and it doesn’t bother me.
But that unchanging red, deep red and garnet, so beautiful in itself, in all the Western chancelleries repeats, whispers, shouts: don’t go, don’t go, don’t go, you’re putting yourself in danger and we can’t do anything for you. You’ll be turned into mere bargaining chips, into arguments for endless negotiations. Fear must be instilled, its power absolutely preserved, no concessions made to the enemy. The information (how many French hostages, real or fake, compared to the number of travelers?) is always lacking.
Traveling becomes a merciless confrontation between desire, the vital pulse, and anxiety, its ghosts.
Catherine
Hi everyone, here’s our itinerary. Arriving on the evening of December 13th. Departing on January 7th.
Thanks in advance for your tips and valuable feedback.
Manila – 1 night Coron – 4 nights Coron to El Nido cruise – 2 nights El Nido – 4 nights Port Barton – 5 nights Flight from Puerto Princesa to Vigan Vigan – 2 nights Sagada – 2 nights Banaue – 2 nights Bagabag – 1 night Manila – 1 night I’ve only booked the flight to Manila and the Manila/Coron flight so far. Is it possible to book boat trips, accommodations, and the Puerto Princesa flight last-minute?
Thanks in advance. Florence
Manila – 1 night Coron – 4 nights Coron to El Nido cruise – 2 nights El Nido – 4 nights Port Barton – 5 nights Flight from Puerto Princesa to Vigan Vigan – 2 nights Sagada – 2 nights Banaue – 2 nights Bagabag – 1 night Manila – 1 night I’ve only booked the flight to Manila and the Manila/Coron flight so far. Is it possible to book boat trips, accommodations, and the Puerto Princesa flight last-minute?
Thanks in advance. Florence
Really disappointed with Costa Rica! Pura vida? The scam of the century!
(Costa Rica pure emptiness).
The country where animals are free and people are in cages. 3 weeks in December in this country and never again. Imagine the trailer of a movie that seems interesting, and when you go see it, you realize it’s a flop and the best moments were in the trailer. Well, that’s exactly how we felt with Costa Rica pure emptiness. My wife and I have traveled quite a bit and didn’t expect to be so wrong about a place. On the main routes, we visited: San José Alajuela Limón, Cahuita, Puerto Viejo, Manzanillo (Caribbean side) Jaco, Quepos, Manuel Antonio (Pacific side) And a few short stops in intermediate towns.
Our dissatisfaction grew gradually like this:
When we arrived at the hotel, the taxi dropped us off on a small street in front of a white metal gate with ground-floor windows barred. We looked at it skeptically, but the sign matched. He approached the gate, rang the bell, the buzzer sounded, and the door opened slightly. The hotel wasn’t bad for the price, a 10-minute walk from downtown, but with a "Fleury-Mérogis" vibe guaranteed.
So far, so good.
After showering and regaining our bearings, we headed downtown. What started to unsettle us on the way was seeing houses with bars on the ground-floor windows and even on the second floor. At first, we thought the hotel’s neighborhood wasn’t great.
Downtown San José: It’s a generic city, not very exotic, with a pedestrian street and a small mercado where you can eat local food without frills. Very few tourists—if any—which let you blend in with the locals. We had lunch and struggled to make ourselves understood because, aside from one or two shops, English wasn’t spoken. On the way back to the hotel, we took a different route, and while chatting and strolling, my wife pointed out a beautiful two-story white house completely barricaded like Fort Knox. From that moment, we started noticing the facades of houses and buildings, and wow, it was creepy—most looked like prisons, some even with barbed wire. Though put off, we told ourselves it was probably a big-city thing and the rest of the country couldn’t be like this.
So far, so good.
We relaxed at the hotel and had a drink at the bar. Night falls early, around 5:30 PM. By 7:30 PM, we headed back downtown for dinner. A bit unsettling for a capital—downtown was almost deserted, and aside from fast-food chains, very few restaurants were open, with hardly anyone on the streets. Bars with security guards out front. I won’t say we felt unsafe that night, but once it got dark, we realized the bars on the windows weren’t for nothing. First day in, and our impression was already mixed.
The next day, we explored the city and surroundings, and our feelings didn’t change.
So far, so good.
Off to Cahuita by bus—4 hours of travel. The landscapes are very green but quickly become monotonous. The road runs alongside the forest and passes through a few towns and villages, and even in the countryside, there were just as many prison-like houses. The bus dropped us off at Cahuita’s terminal station—only four of us got off. It’s a village, or rather, a small town. Cahuita is basically one straight road and a perpendicular one, and honestly, doubt started to creep in. A few restaurants that add 13% tax and 10% service charge—so 23% extra. We dropped our stuff at the hotel and went to explore. In 20 minutes, we’d seen it all. We had lunch and planned to check out the famous park. Entry is by donation—well, the "entry" is a joke. There’s a path along the forest by the sea, and that’s it.
Nothing’s going right anymore.
We thought it was a total scam, but since we hadn’t gone far, we decided to come back the next day to explore further. We returned to the hotel, relaxed, and around 8:00 PM, we went out for dinner. Only two restaurants were open, and the streets were deserted.
Creepy!
The next day, we explored the so-called park more thoroughly and really got it. A path along the forest by the sea—2 hours there and 2 hours back, where you see animals that feel like showing their faces. A total joke—"all that for this?"
The beach was full of wood debris and coconut husks. We wondered if the photos online were edited because the sea, very rough, wasn’t the azure blue we’d seen in pictures. But calling this a park is a joke—it’s like a new concept.
When we thought about the reviews online, we started to suspect that professionals with interests in the country were monitoring and countering any negative feedback that could harm their business. Too bad we didn’t check the negative reviews beforehand—we did while we were there, and it helped. We wondered if we’d become too demanding after all our travels, but no—when something’s bad, it’s bad.
Manuel Antonio’s park is even more ridiculous—there’s a short path along the sea for about 500 meters, and then nothing. You have to climb through mud and hack your way through the forest. We ended up barefoot because the mud was up to our calves. All that to see a raccoon and a few parrots flying overhead.
We didn’t expect Noah’s Ark, but we’ve seen more animals in Bali, Mexico, and Thailand while visiting temples or just walking around than in these so-called parks!
Puerto Viejo, not far from Cahuita and supposedly livelier—well, it couldn’t be worse! According to Lonely Planet, it had a Caribbean vibe and wild nights, but maybe that was a long time ago. The good reggae music playing everywhere isn’t enough.
In the evening, Puerto Viejo was a bit livelier than Cahuita, but that’s not saying much. Very few tourists—if any—no night market, just two or three shops open selling $20 T-shirts. Same vibe as San José.
No big deal—we enjoyed the beach and the sun, which was reliable. Our itinerary was supposed to include Tortuguero Park, but after talking to other travelers who’d just been, we changed our minds, knowing we’d be visiting Manuel Antonio Park on the Pacific side.
To get back to the Pacific side, you have to take the bus and go through San José again—5 hours this time—then switch bus terminals and another 4.5 hours to Quepos. A stopover town to get to Manuel Antonio’s beach and park! A town just like the others we’d seen—deserted as soon as the sun sets, and not exactly bustling during the day either. (Where are all the tourists?)
Still as many bars on the windows and that feeling of being in the wrong place.
7 km later: Manuel Antonio beach and park. The beach is very beautiful and quite large, but don’t expect turquoise blue water—the waves stir up the sand, giving the water a brownish color. Along the beach, shops and restaurants for about 300 meters, and then nothing. At night, after sunset, the town shuts down too.
Manuel Antonio Park is highly praised for its wildlife, so we were eager to see it. When you express dissatisfaction with Cahuita or Manzanillo parks, the response is always, "But you should’ve gone to Monteverde or Manuel Antonio!" No matter what you do or say, they’ll tell you, "You should’ve gone there or here."
Back to our famous park—entry was about $16, and contrary to what we’d heard, it wasn’t crowded! Guides at the entrance with spotting scopes offered their services for about $30. The park: a mix of boardwalk and dirt paths through the forest, sometimes running alongside beautiful coves and beaches. As soon as we entered, a crowd was taking photos of a deer eating leaves. A little further on, a guide with a group of five stopped. The guide raised his arm and set up his spotting scope! He showed them, about 100 meters away, a hummingbird perched on a branch. Some, looking through the scope, exclaimed, "Oh my God! Amazing! Incredible!" For a moment, we thought they’d discovered a unicorn or were in Jurassic Park and had just crossed paths with a T-Rex! The concept is comical—looking at a bird or another animal through a spotting scope because it’s too far away. Isn’t that what TV is for? For our part, we saw monkeys, ants, an armadillo, an iguana, and the backside of a sloth climbing a tree. Amazing, incredible!
We stayed a few days in Manuel Antonio to enjoy the beach, changing hotels often because prices varied wildly from one day to the next for shameful services. On top of that, they’d quote a price in dollars and convert it at their discretion—thieves!
Alajuela, a city near the airport, has a two-story mall and a local market downtown! No interest except its proximity to the airport.
What we liked:
The climate and, in hindsight, San José—the most authentic city we visited.
What we didn’t like, in addition to what we’ve already mentioned:
Costa Ricans aren’t very friendly or communicative. English is barely spoken, not even by doctors at Quepos Hospital, where my wife ended up with food poisoning (thanks, Google Translate). The widespread obesity among Costa Ricans, who eat like Americans. The insecurity. The eco-hipsters who leave their $150 lodges in minivans with guides to visit parks and other sites, then return to barricade themselves in their fortresses at nightfall (oh my God, amazing, incredible). The blue signs at the entrance of towns that accept this payment method: "We accept American Express." Parking lots that become paid just because a guy is watching your car. Prices displayed in dollars. The cost of living (hotels, restaurants, taxes). Landscapes that are too green and not flowery enough. Beaches—nothing exceptional. Pollution in cities where big American trucks rule. Sewage dumped directly into the sea. Aside from the jungle, there’s nothing to visit—no ruins, monuments, or anything worth seeing.
In short, my wife and I think the hype about this supposedly eco-friendly country is overrated. It’s just the trendy destination of the moment. There are much better, cheaper, and more authentic places. In hindsight, we keep the good memories and our beautiful photos, but if we had to do it over...
Before signing off, a little message to those who don’t like hearing opinions different from theirs: Well, some things aren’t up for debate. And to those who’d have us believe that in 3 weeks, we don’t have the right to criticize a country or express our feelings—how can you praise it in so little time? What a scam. Costa Rica is a money pit. Pura vida? Pure cosmic emptiness.
If you like spending your evenings barricaded in your cozy hotel after dark, this country is for you. For everyone else: run!
The country where animals are free and people are in cages. 3 weeks in December in this country and never again. Imagine the trailer of a movie that seems interesting, and when you go see it, you realize it’s a flop and the best moments were in the trailer. Well, that’s exactly how we felt with Costa Rica pure emptiness. My wife and I have traveled quite a bit and didn’t expect to be so wrong about a place. On the main routes, we visited: San José Alajuela Limón, Cahuita, Puerto Viejo, Manzanillo (Caribbean side) Jaco, Quepos, Manuel Antonio (Pacific side) And a few short stops in intermediate towns.
Our dissatisfaction grew gradually like this:
When we arrived at the hotel, the taxi dropped us off on a small street in front of a white metal gate with ground-floor windows barred. We looked at it skeptically, but the sign matched. He approached the gate, rang the bell, the buzzer sounded, and the door opened slightly. The hotel wasn’t bad for the price, a 10-minute walk from downtown, but with a "Fleury-Mérogis" vibe guaranteed.
So far, so good.
After showering and regaining our bearings, we headed downtown. What started to unsettle us on the way was seeing houses with bars on the ground-floor windows and even on the second floor. At first, we thought the hotel’s neighborhood wasn’t great.
Downtown San José: It’s a generic city, not very exotic, with a pedestrian street and a small mercado where you can eat local food without frills. Very few tourists—if any—which let you blend in with the locals. We had lunch and struggled to make ourselves understood because, aside from one or two shops, English wasn’t spoken. On the way back to the hotel, we took a different route, and while chatting and strolling, my wife pointed out a beautiful two-story white house completely barricaded like Fort Knox. From that moment, we started noticing the facades of houses and buildings, and wow, it was creepy—most looked like prisons, some even with barbed wire. Though put off, we told ourselves it was probably a big-city thing and the rest of the country couldn’t be like this.
So far, so good.
We relaxed at the hotel and had a drink at the bar. Night falls early, around 5:30 PM. By 7:30 PM, we headed back downtown for dinner. A bit unsettling for a capital—downtown was almost deserted, and aside from fast-food chains, very few restaurants were open, with hardly anyone on the streets. Bars with security guards out front. I won’t say we felt unsafe that night, but once it got dark, we realized the bars on the windows weren’t for nothing. First day in, and our impression was already mixed.
The next day, we explored the city and surroundings, and our feelings didn’t change.
So far, so good.
Off to Cahuita by bus—4 hours of travel. The landscapes are very green but quickly become monotonous. The road runs alongside the forest and passes through a few towns and villages, and even in the countryside, there were just as many prison-like houses. The bus dropped us off at Cahuita’s terminal station—only four of us got off. It’s a village, or rather, a small town. Cahuita is basically one straight road and a perpendicular one, and honestly, doubt started to creep in. A few restaurants that add 13% tax and 10% service charge—so 23% extra. We dropped our stuff at the hotel and went to explore. In 20 minutes, we’d seen it all. We had lunch and planned to check out the famous park. Entry is by donation—well, the "entry" is a joke. There’s a path along the forest by the sea, and that’s it.
Nothing’s going right anymore.
We thought it was a total scam, but since we hadn’t gone far, we decided to come back the next day to explore further. We returned to the hotel, relaxed, and around 8:00 PM, we went out for dinner. Only two restaurants were open, and the streets were deserted.
Creepy!
The next day, we explored the so-called park more thoroughly and really got it. A path along the forest by the sea—2 hours there and 2 hours back, where you see animals that feel like showing their faces. A total joke—"all that for this?"
The beach was full of wood debris and coconut husks. We wondered if the photos online were edited because the sea, very rough, wasn’t the azure blue we’d seen in pictures. But calling this a park is a joke—it’s like a new concept.
When we thought about the reviews online, we started to suspect that professionals with interests in the country were monitoring and countering any negative feedback that could harm their business. Too bad we didn’t check the negative reviews beforehand—we did while we were there, and it helped. We wondered if we’d become too demanding after all our travels, but no—when something’s bad, it’s bad.
Manuel Antonio’s park is even more ridiculous—there’s a short path along the sea for about 500 meters, and then nothing. You have to climb through mud and hack your way through the forest. We ended up barefoot because the mud was up to our calves. All that to see a raccoon and a few parrots flying overhead.
We didn’t expect Noah’s Ark, but we’ve seen more animals in Bali, Mexico, and Thailand while visiting temples or just walking around than in these so-called parks!
Puerto Viejo, not far from Cahuita and supposedly livelier—well, it couldn’t be worse! According to Lonely Planet, it had a Caribbean vibe and wild nights, but maybe that was a long time ago. The good reggae music playing everywhere isn’t enough.
In the evening, Puerto Viejo was a bit livelier than Cahuita, but that’s not saying much. Very few tourists—if any—no night market, just two or three shops open selling $20 T-shirts. Same vibe as San José.
No big deal—we enjoyed the beach and the sun, which was reliable. Our itinerary was supposed to include Tortuguero Park, but after talking to other travelers who’d just been, we changed our minds, knowing we’d be visiting Manuel Antonio Park on the Pacific side.
To get back to the Pacific side, you have to take the bus and go through San José again—5 hours this time—then switch bus terminals and another 4.5 hours to Quepos. A stopover town to get to Manuel Antonio’s beach and park! A town just like the others we’d seen—deserted as soon as the sun sets, and not exactly bustling during the day either. (Where are all the tourists?)
Still as many bars on the windows and that feeling of being in the wrong place.
7 km later: Manuel Antonio beach and park. The beach is very beautiful and quite large, but don’t expect turquoise blue water—the waves stir up the sand, giving the water a brownish color. Along the beach, shops and restaurants for about 300 meters, and then nothing. At night, after sunset, the town shuts down too.
Manuel Antonio Park is highly praised for its wildlife, so we were eager to see it. When you express dissatisfaction with Cahuita or Manzanillo parks, the response is always, "But you should’ve gone to Monteverde or Manuel Antonio!" No matter what you do or say, they’ll tell you, "You should’ve gone there or here."
Back to our famous park—entry was about $16, and contrary to what we’d heard, it wasn’t crowded! Guides at the entrance with spotting scopes offered their services for about $30. The park: a mix of boardwalk and dirt paths through the forest, sometimes running alongside beautiful coves and beaches. As soon as we entered, a crowd was taking photos of a deer eating leaves. A little further on, a guide with a group of five stopped. The guide raised his arm and set up his spotting scope! He showed them, about 100 meters away, a hummingbird perched on a branch. Some, looking through the scope, exclaimed, "Oh my God! Amazing! Incredible!" For a moment, we thought they’d discovered a unicorn or were in Jurassic Park and had just crossed paths with a T-Rex! The concept is comical—looking at a bird or another animal through a spotting scope because it’s too far away. Isn’t that what TV is for? For our part, we saw monkeys, ants, an armadillo, an iguana, and the backside of a sloth climbing a tree. Amazing, incredible!
We stayed a few days in Manuel Antonio to enjoy the beach, changing hotels often because prices varied wildly from one day to the next for shameful services. On top of that, they’d quote a price in dollars and convert it at their discretion—thieves!
Alajuela, a city near the airport, has a two-story mall and a local market downtown! No interest except its proximity to the airport.
What we liked:
The climate and, in hindsight, San José—the most authentic city we visited.
What we didn’t like, in addition to what we’ve already mentioned:
Costa Ricans aren’t very friendly or communicative. English is barely spoken, not even by doctors at Quepos Hospital, where my wife ended up with food poisoning (thanks, Google Translate). The widespread obesity among Costa Ricans, who eat like Americans. The insecurity. The eco-hipsters who leave their $150 lodges in minivans with guides to visit parks and other sites, then return to barricade themselves in their fortresses at nightfall (oh my God, amazing, incredible). The blue signs at the entrance of towns that accept this payment method: "We accept American Express." Parking lots that become paid just because a guy is watching your car. Prices displayed in dollars. The cost of living (hotels, restaurants, taxes). Landscapes that are too green and not flowery enough. Beaches—nothing exceptional. Pollution in cities where big American trucks rule. Sewage dumped directly into the sea. Aside from the jungle, there’s nothing to visit—no ruins, monuments, or anything worth seeing.
In short, my wife and I think the hype about this supposedly eco-friendly country is overrated. It’s just the trendy destination of the moment. There are much better, cheaper, and more authentic places. In hindsight, we keep the good memories and our beautiful photos, but if we had to do it over...
Before signing off, a little message to those who don’t like hearing opinions different from theirs: Well, some things aren’t up for debate. And to those who’d have us believe that in 3 weeks, we don’t have the right to criticize a country or express our feelings—how can you praise it in so little time? What a scam. Costa Rica is a money pit. Pura vida? Pure cosmic emptiness.
If you like spending your evenings barricaded in your cozy hotel after dark, this country is for you. For everyone else: run!
Hello,
Since the war between Russia and Ukraine, nothing is simple anymore for traveling to Belarus due to sanctions.
No more direct flights from the EU to Minsk.
Driving is a huge hassle, especially crossing through Poland at the only open border in Brest—you can wait 2, 3, or even 4 days just to get through by car.
The least painful driving option is to come via Lithuania and cross at the only open border, with a minimum wait time of 8 hours, sometimes up to 20 hours or more!!
Controls are very strict and annoying on both the Lithuanian and Belarusian sides. Avoid bringing alcohol, food, or cigarettes—everything will end up in the trash, especially when leaving Belarus for Vilnius, where the Lithuanians are tough, even with EU citizens.
The joy I once knew when visiting my wife in Minsk is sadly over—it’s now a real ordeal.
The fastest solution is to fly. My wife travels to France by taking a bus to Kaunas in Lithuania, where you can catch a flight (though not daily) to Paris Beauvais or Charleroi in Belgium with Ryanair, for example. For the return trip, it’s the same: a flight to Kaunas and then a direct bus from the airport to Minsk. The bus crossing is quicker than driving—the 250 km journey, including border checks, takes about 6 to 8 hours for buses leaving Lithuania around midnight, but controls are still strict at the border. The biggest challenge is finding flight schedules that align with the bus routes between the two countries, given the unpredictable border crossing times. Now, my wife travels via Charleroi in Belgium (near Brussels), and you can take a train to Paris. Alternatively, you can fly into Beauvais and take a bus to Paris (Porte Maillot). For those driving, note that EU insurance and assistance policies no longer work in Belarus or Russia. You’ll need to get local insurance, usually limited to third-party liability (I don’t think full coverage exists?), as well as mandatory medical insurance. This is available at the border. You now have to pay highway tolls—no more BELTOLL boxes. Instead, you pay a flat fee for the duration of your stay. Stop at the first gas station after crossing from Lithuania to fill up on fuel and cigarettes. From what I know, Lithuania bans carrying more than 60 € in cash, but there’s no limit for USD (though it’s capped at $10,000??). With a Visa card, you can now withdraw 1,000 rubles per week (about 270 €)—two months ago, it was only 500 rubles!! For now, you can still pay by card in shops and gas stations. However, major retailers like KORONA (which may be Russian-owned??) no longer accept foreign Visa cards. Unfortunately, the additional sanctions announced by the U.S. on August 5, 2025, against Russia—and possibly Belarus—aren’t promising for the future. After 20 years of visiting Belarus, I’m truly saddened to see the joy of living in this country with my wonderful wife turn into such a bleak situation, all because of human folly.
The fastest solution is to fly. My wife travels to France by taking a bus to Kaunas in Lithuania, where you can catch a flight (though not daily) to Paris Beauvais or Charleroi in Belgium with Ryanair, for example. For the return trip, it’s the same: a flight to Kaunas and then a direct bus from the airport to Minsk. The bus crossing is quicker than driving—the 250 km journey, including border checks, takes about 6 to 8 hours for buses leaving Lithuania around midnight, but controls are still strict at the border. The biggest challenge is finding flight schedules that align with the bus routes between the two countries, given the unpredictable border crossing times. Now, my wife travels via Charleroi in Belgium (near Brussels), and you can take a train to Paris. Alternatively, you can fly into Beauvais and take a bus to Paris (Porte Maillot). For those driving, note that EU insurance and assistance policies no longer work in Belarus or Russia. You’ll need to get local insurance, usually limited to third-party liability (I don’t think full coverage exists?), as well as mandatory medical insurance. This is available at the border. You now have to pay highway tolls—no more BELTOLL boxes. Instead, you pay a flat fee for the duration of your stay. Stop at the first gas station after crossing from Lithuania to fill up on fuel and cigarettes. From what I know, Lithuania bans carrying more than 60 € in cash, but there’s no limit for USD (though it’s capped at $10,000??). With a Visa card, you can now withdraw 1,000 rubles per week (about 270 €)—two months ago, it was only 500 rubles!! For now, you can still pay by card in shops and gas stations. However, major retailers like KORONA (which may be Russian-owned??) no longer accept foreign Visa cards. Unfortunately, the additional sanctions announced by the U.S. on August 5, 2025, against Russia—and possibly Belarus—aren’t promising for the future. After 20 years of visiting Belarus, I’m truly saddened to see the joy of living in this country with my wonderful wife turn into such a bleak situation, all because of human folly.
Hi everyone!
I’m putting together our travel itinerary for Veneto at the end of April. And the more I look and research potential sites to visit, the more I find!
We’ll only be there for a week—my family and I—including 3 days in Venice. So we have to make some choices...
I plan to rent a car when we arrive in Venice and head straight to Bergamo, which would be our first stop. We’d leave the car at the airport when we return to Venice so we can explore the city at our leisure.
What do you think: 1 night in Bergamo (a 2h15 drive from Venice airport), 1 night in Garda, 1 night in Verona, 1 in Padua, and 3 in Venice—would that be doable?
Thanks in advance for your tips and experiences! :)
What do you think: 1 night in Bergamo (a 2h15 drive from Venice airport), 1 night in Garda, 1 night in Verona, 1 in Padua, and 3 in Venice—would that be doable?
Thanks in advance for your tips and experiences! :)
Now that the curtain has fallen on the past year, it’s time to see what’s happening around here.
It seems pretty quiet, but I’ll read more in detail later.
First, I need to tell you all an anecdote.
My eldest little girl, in her third year of law school, was really scared she wouldn’t pass the year. I told her: “Trust yourself, you’ve worked so hard, and worst case, if you fail, you’ll just redo the year.” “But I don’t think I’ll make it—they changed the rules, and if I mess up even one unit, I have to start all over.” I knew her grades weren’t exactly stellar, and with what I was about to say, I wasn’t taking much of a risk. “Here’s the deal, sweetheart: if you pass, I promise I’ll take you to India, just the two of us.” I have to admit, India is a country I’ve talked about so much to all my grandchildren that in their minds, it’s become a magical, mythical place (hmm).
July had barely begun when my phone rang, her name flashing on the screen. “Mamido, I did it!” My promise came rushing back—oh no, oh no, oh no! “Congratulations, sweetheart!” A little shyly, she said: “Is the India trip still on?”
And me, replying: “Of course it is!”
And that’s that—a promise is a promise, or you risk losing that precious trust that keeps hearts warm and at peace.
We’re leaving in February. Only 8 days—yikes, the carbon footprint! But we can’t miss her tutorials, or she’ll be kicked out. Personally, that works just fine for me.
Going to India has become a challenge for me. It’s far, it’s exhausting, I sweat, I hate mosquitoes, the spices bother my mouth when I used to love them. There’s noise all the time—at night, the dogs bark nonstop, and we almost get run over. I’ll get lost in the streets because my sense of direction has vanished. I don’t like rice anymore. All that chaos and those cultural differences that once enchanted me now just overwhelm me. But I promised.
The upside—and it’s a big one—Raman, the same driver I’ve had forever, will be at the airport with a sign with our names. We’ll stop at the same little shop for chai (or tea, plain and simple) with that aroma that intoxicates me, halfway through the trip.
It’ll be a tiny trip—staying with friends, I’ll show her a few places I love: Chidambaram, Mamallapuram, and the clinic where I worked. Then we’ll head back. My little girl will go home to her parents.
As for me, I’ll leave right away for our Scottish island with Homme for our chilly winter.
How can you love a country so much you want to live there, then suddenly reject it, no longer able to appreciate what once made it special? That’s the mystery of love, I guess.
First, I need to tell you all an anecdote.
My eldest little girl, in her third year of law school, was really scared she wouldn’t pass the year. I told her: “Trust yourself, you’ve worked so hard, and worst case, if you fail, you’ll just redo the year.” “But I don’t think I’ll make it—they changed the rules, and if I mess up even one unit, I have to start all over.” I knew her grades weren’t exactly stellar, and with what I was about to say, I wasn’t taking much of a risk. “Here’s the deal, sweetheart: if you pass, I promise I’ll take you to India, just the two of us.” I have to admit, India is a country I’ve talked about so much to all my grandchildren that in their minds, it’s become a magical, mythical place (hmm).
July had barely begun when my phone rang, her name flashing on the screen. “Mamido, I did it!” My promise came rushing back—oh no, oh no, oh no! “Congratulations, sweetheart!” A little shyly, she said: “Is the India trip still on?”
And me, replying: “Of course it is!”
And that’s that—a promise is a promise, or you risk losing that precious trust that keeps hearts warm and at peace.
We’re leaving in February. Only 8 days—yikes, the carbon footprint! But we can’t miss her tutorials, or she’ll be kicked out. Personally, that works just fine for me.
Going to India has become a challenge for me. It’s far, it’s exhausting, I sweat, I hate mosquitoes, the spices bother my mouth when I used to love them. There’s noise all the time—at night, the dogs bark nonstop, and we almost get run over. I’ll get lost in the streets because my sense of direction has vanished. I don’t like rice anymore. All that chaos and those cultural differences that once enchanted me now just overwhelm me. But I promised.
The upside—and it’s a big one—Raman, the same driver I’ve had forever, will be at the airport with a sign with our names. We’ll stop at the same little shop for chai (or tea, plain and simple) with that aroma that intoxicates me, halfway through the trip.
It’ll be a tiny trip—staying with friends, I’ll show her a few places I love: Chidambaram, Mamallapuram, and the clinic where I worked. Then we’ll head back. My little girl will go home to her parents.
As for me, I’ll leave right away for our Scottish island with Homme for our chilly winter.
How can you love a country so much you want to live there, then suddenly reject it, no longer able to appreciate what once made it special? That’s the mystery of love, I guess.
I’ve visited the U.S. four times myself, including two long road trips. The last one was just this past August...
I won’t be going back. I already felt guilty last August, but recent policies have finally convinced me: the humiliation of Zelensky, authoritarian excesses, Gestapo-like methods for detaining people of foreign origin, the murder of innocent people (a mother shot dead), corruption, insane "tariffs," skyrocketing healthcare costs for Americans, the abduction of foreign figures to secure oil, the requirement to disclose social media accounts, and now... threats and blackmail to forcibly take Greenland—a region that belongs to Denmark and thus the European Union!
The reality is that simply posting this could get me denied entry to the U.S.!
In this context, I just can’t keep spending money there. I loved my trips, but there are so many other countries with stunning landscapes to explore.
So I get why you’d want to travel there. I did, and I loved it. But once a country no longer respects any of the values that made us love it, why go?
How can we even consider traveling to a country that threatens to take one of our territories by force?
I won’t be going back. I already felt guilty last August, but recent policies have finally convinced me: the humiliation of Zelensky, authoritarian excesses, Gestapo-like methods for detaining people of foreign origin, the murder of innocent people (a mother shot dead), corruption, insane "tariffs," skyrocketing healthcare costs for Americans, the abduction of foreign figures to secure oil, the requirement to disclose social media accounts, and now... threats and blackmail to forcibly take Greenland—a region that belongs to Denmark and thus the European Union!
The reality is that simply posting this could get me denied entry to the U.S.!
In this context, I just can’t keep spending money there. I loved my trips, but there are so many other countries with stunning landscapes to explore.
So I get why you’d want to travel there. I did, and I loved it. But once a country no longer respects any of the values that made us love it, why go?
How can we even consider traveling to a country that threatens to take one of our territories by force?
Hi there,
While reading some travel journals, I notice that we always reflect on the people of the countries we visit.
I’d love to hear your thoughts on which people charmed you the most during your travels?
I’m not looking for controversy, just reflections and personal feelings. Looking forward to reading your replies...
While reading some travel journals, I notice that we always reflect on the people of the countries we visit.
I’d love to hear your thoughts on which people charmed you the most during your travels?
I’m not looking for controversy, just reflections and personal feelings. Looking forward to reading your replies...
Hello everyone,
Controversial topic? Not necessarily—maybe just a reflection on a world to come.
I spent the last 15 days of August on a cruise in Greenland, from Kangerlussuaq to Tasiilaq.
I was utterly amazed by this unique world of rock and ice, the little houses in every color, a simple life that’s also complicated by isolation and climate, among other things...
I carry in my heart the kindness of the people I met, the raw and gentle majesty of the icebergs, the colors of the sky...
So, I can’t even imagine a massive presence of raw material prospectors, heavy machinery requiring roads to be built—if that’s even possible—changing their way of life... putting sled dogs out to pasture!
Do fast food and Greenland’s northern lights really mix?
I wouldn’t trade my memories for an ESTA!
All opinions are respectable, which is why this isn’t a controversy—but I’m sorry, I have a soft spot for *my* Greenland.
Best regards,
So, I can’t even imagine a massive presence of raw material prospectors, heavy machinery requiring roads to be built—if that’s even possible—changing their way of life... putting sled dogs out to pasture!
Do fast food and Greenland’s northern lights really mix?
I wouldn’t trade my memories for an ESTA!
All opinions are respectable, which is why this isn’t a controversy—but I’m sorry, I have a soft spot for *my* Greenland.
Best regards,

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





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We’re a couple aged 58 and 63. We’ve just returned from a wonderful trip to South India in Tamil Nadu and a few days in Kerala. We traveled with a local French-speaking guide and his friend, the driver. They both live in Pondicherry. We spent 3 weeks with them in the most authentic way!
We covered just over 2,500 km and visited not only temples but also archaeological sites, museums, and small artisanal businesses making tiles, tea, sculptures, bronze, and silk spinning. We were lucky enough to visit a public school, attend a wedding, and even a death announcement in a small countryside village. We were fully immersed in the culture, food, noise, and colors—it was incredible!
The hotels and guesthouses we chose were very clean and mostly quiet. We’re returning from India with amazing discoveries!
We’re happy to share more info if you’d like! M-Claire and Jean
We covered just over 2,500 km and visited not only temples but also archaeological sites, museums, and small artisanal businesses making tiles, tea, sculptures, bronze, and silk spinning. We were lucky enough to visit a public school, attend a wedding, and even a death announcement in a small countryside village. We were fully immersed in the culture, food, noise, and colors—it was incredible!
The hotels and guesthouses we chose were very clean and mostly quiet. We’re returning from India with amazing discoveries!
We’re happy to share more info if you’d like! M-Claire and Jean
This catchy and somewhat mysterious title comes from several questions I’ve been asking myself.
VF has been back open for a reasonable number of weeks and months now. The number of visitors overall matches past averages, but the number of members online in the last 24 hours seems relatively lower than what we used to see.
Yet, to my surprise, I’m seeing fewer travel journals, way fewer messages, and way fewer questions. I don’t see many new registered users online, and I notice a number of members who are logged in but either aren’t participating or have stopped participating.
Something’s not adding up for me because, in my opinion, VF is still appealing, and I don’t see which other sites could really compete.
Was there a real break between pre- and post-Covid? Does it just take more time for some people to discover the site or learn that it’s active again? Do people now prefer quick consumption on sites like FB or others I’m not familiar with? Where have the site’s old-timers gone, and what are they doing with their time now? What’s really going on here?
VF has been back open for a reasonable number of weeks and months now. The number of visitors overall matches past averages, but the number of members online in the last 24 hours seems relatively lower than what we used to see.
Yet, to my surprise, I’m seeing fewer travel journals, way fewer messages, and way fewer questions. I don’t see many new registered users online, and I notice a number of members who are logged in but either aren’t participating or have stopped participating.
Something’s not adding up for me because, in my opinion, VF is still appealing, and I don’t see which other sites could really compete.
Was there a real break between pre- and post-Covid? Does it just take more time for some people to discover the site or learn that it’s active again? Do people now prefer quick consumption on sites like FB or others I’m not familiar with? Where have the site’s old-timers gone, and what are they doing with their time now? What’s really going on here?
Hi there,
This isn’t exactly a traveler’s question... I’d like to know who handles the technical side of this forum?
I run a similar forum on a different topic (unrecognized children), and we’re dealing with a few technical issues that are slowly killing our forum... so I’d have one or two questions to ask 😊.
Also, I was wondering who created this forum... who the administrators or moderators are, etc.
I think this forum is great. Much better than Facebook, which I’ve been using since it shut down (so I’m happy to see it’s working again...)
This isn’t exactly a traveler’s question... I’d like to know who handles the technical side of this forum?
I run a similar forum on a different topic (unrecognized children), and we’re dealing with a few technical issues that are slowly killing our forum... so I’d have one or two questions to ask 😊.
Also, I was wondering who created this forum... who the administrators or moderators are, etc.
I think this forum is great. Much better than Facebook, which I’ve been using since it shut down (so I’m happy to see it’s working again...)