That's what I was saying—those "tuches" on vacation. On Koh Tao, there’s a whole cohort of them: I’m thinking of Jamahkiri, Villa d’El Sol (just the name, LOL), and so many others.
Koh Tao is definitely the destination in Thailand with the worst value for money.😛
Y'en a pas un sur cent et pourtant ils existent. Leo Ferre
According to TripAdvisor, the most romantic hotel in the world is "The Place," so we imagined we’d get a room between two Hollywood stars or next to a president
That definition of romance is already kinda tacky itself... 😇
It’s not really a definition—he probably just meant that a globally top-ranked hotel *should* attract some celebrities, but apparently not.
According to TripAdvisor, the most romantic hotel in the world is "The Place," so we imagine we’ll get a room between two Hollywood stars or next to a president
That definition of romance is already pretty tacky itself...😇
It’s not really a definition—he probably meant that a globally top-ranked hotel *should* attract some celebrities, but apparently, it doesn’t.
Thanks, that’s exactly it.
😏😏😏
Y'en a pas un sur cent et pourtant ils existent. Leo Ferre
Your post seemed like a provocation, especially since in Thailand I’m really on the fringes of the tourist world, but in that setting—what felt like the closed-off world of a standard economy class cabin at 500 €—it suddenly hit me. On the Paris-Doha flight, everything seemed normal; I was sitting next to an Indian guy who spoke perfect French and was heading back to Goa. But as soon as we got to the Doha-BKK departure lounge, we could feel something was off. The "mimiles" were there—they were in their element, and it wasn’t their first time in Thailand. They’d truly taken over the country.
In the cabin, 80% of them were loud, vulgar, with greasy hair...
The prize goes to a Finnish woman sitting a few seats away from me. I could hear and see everything she did—it was both fascinating and cringeworthy. At first, I thought she was around my age, but she was actually much younger. She demanded triple dessert portions with every service and extra helpings, then headed to Pattaya to meet her mom, who lives there for what she called her "Paradise holiday!"
I didn’t see any of that in Doha—I was too fascinated by those businessmen in immaculate robes chatting on gold phones, with watches worth tens of thousands of dollars on their wrists.
I was also fascinated by their wives, all so obsessed with cinema that they had the Cinemascope look—those Scheherazade eyes.
This conversation struck me as odd, since I mostly cross paths with cultured and discreet people. Until I remembered that we don’t take the same routes as the masses—or at least, very rarely.
Still, it reminded me of one day near the Royal Palace, where I saw that kind of person constantly snapping photos of the poor guards in their uniforms. Watching them almost shove the camera in one of those poor Thais’ faces, I blurted out to my wife: "Look at all these jerks." I should’ve made sure no one could hear me first, but what can you do? When you’re being natural, things slip out sometimes. The lady who heard me took it personally, and it was only because of the noise and the fact that I’d already turned away from the scene that I didn’t catch what she snapped back at me.
Hence my question: How is it that our Marcels take criticism so personally, yet at the same time, they don’t seem to realize the impression they make with their behavior?
« Tout le monde s'interroge sur comment laisser une meilleure planète à nos enfants, mais on devrait plutôt penser à laisser de meilleurs enfants pour notre planète. » Clint Eastwood
I didn’t see any of that in Doha—I was too fascinated by those businessmen in immaculate robes chatting on gold phones, with watches worth tens of thousands of dollars on their wrists.
Just as fascinated by their wives, all of them such huge cinema fans that they’re all dressed in Cinemascope costumes, the kind that gives you Scheherazade eyes.
Total nonsense... rubbish.
(Stay home in front of your computer instead of spouting such nonsense)
« Tout le monde s'interroge sur comment laisser une meilleure planète à nos enfants, mais on devrait plutôt penser à laisser de meilleurs enfants pour notre planète. » Clint Eastwood
" La Liberté, si elle est illimitée, conduit à son contraire, car si elle n'est pas protégée et restreinte par la Loi, la Liberté conduit nécessairement à la tyrannie du plus fort sur le plus faible " Karl Popper
Yeah, that happens in Doha too. By the way, on the same flight to BKK, there was a whole Qatari family—husband, two wives, three or four kids—and the Filipina nanny was in economy not far from us. The kids would come see the nanny and stare at us like we were in a zoo. Usually, it’s the other way around, with economy class gawking at business class. 😉
It’s actually quite amazing: you step onto the plane, and when you step off, you see people who look so distinct and dress so differently—people who, by the way, might see us the same way.
Yet, they all have one thing in common: their lives are on their phones.
What still strikes me as really odd—and I don’t think that’ll ever change—is seeing all these people who’ve embraced modernity but still dress like they did 15 centuries ago. It feels like a total anachronism, in a way.
« Tout le monde s'interroge sur comment laisser une meilleure planète à nos enfants, mais on devrait plutôt penser à laisser de meilleurs enfants pour notre planète. » Clint Eastwood
Now that’s original! I hope there wasn’t some little Swedish kid walking around with his rabbit...
« Tout le monde s'interroge sur comment laisser une meilleure planète à nos enfants, mais on devrait plutôt penser à laisser de meilleurs enfants pour notre planète. » Clint Eastwood
A lot of off-topic posts that have nothing to do with the thread Thailand: the favorite destination for "working-class" travelers.
If I wanted to avoid Doha Airport and its inhabitants who have been "curiously" dressed for centuries, I’d choose another airline. After all, it’s their home, isn’t it?!
But here’s the thing: the service and prices are really great, and a short layover halfway through the journey is nice for stretching your legs and having a few cigarettes...
Personally, I don’t care who I’m traveling with on the plane because in my head, I’m already in Thailand with all my Mia Noi! 😎
Safe travels to everyone!
" La Liberté, si elle est illimitée, conduit à son contraire, car si elle n'est pas protégée et restreinte par la Loi, la Liberté conduit nécessairement à la tyrannie du plus fort sur le plus faible " Karl Popper
That really wasn’t the intention—just an honest observation about how the type of travelers in Thailand has changed. Sure, these people have the right to travel, but their behavior is often disrespectful and disruptive.
Every nationality is part of this wave of *mimiles*, and every social class too. The richer they are, the more unbearable they become!
Y'en a pas un sur cent et pourtant ils existent. Leo Ferre
And then there are worse types than that category, after all. Some people are unbearable without being "mimiles" or tourists in Thailand. They don’t even have that excuse.
Over time, the saying "To live happily, live hidden" makes more and more sense...
« Tout le monde s'interroge sur comment laisser une meilleure planète à nos enfants, mais on devrait plutôt penser à laisser de meilleurs enfants pour notre planète. » Clint Eastwood
No sir, Chantanaburi isn't working-class—he's loaded with cash. He's not some redneck either; he's got a certain class. Sure, he can be a bit odd at times, but that's common, especially if you live in Thailand permanently.
Hey Fabien, you just have to read the five comments aimed at "Johnny" to understand...
Watch out—Chantanaburi is a different person from Chanthaburi! 😉
Honestly, living here full-time, it’s hard for me to stomach some of the comments from people who just come for a month of "vacation" and suddenly think they’ve become The Experts on Thailand. But hey, I’ve made the wise decision to be more "tolerant" since VF gave me a second chance before my ban.
And besides, getting worked up over people who are a "little" racist isn’t worth it—especially since it won’t make me any richer or poorer. But most importantly, I won’t hide behind my computer screen.
Good luck and happy travels to everyone! 😎
" La Liberté, si elle est illimitée, conduit à son contraire, car si elle n'est pas protégée et restreinte par la Loi, la Liberté conduit nécessairement à la tyrannie du plus fort sur le plus faible " Karl Popper
Some people come to Thailand for 15 days and think they know the country inside out—what a joke.
Personally, I’ve been living here for 10 years, I speak Thai fluently, and I only hang out with Thais.
I get the feeling French travelers aren’t resourceful at all. Seriously, just look at the questions: *Where can I find a hotel in BKK?*, *What to do in Chiang Mai?*, etc., etc. For God’s sake, figure it out yourselves!
Back in 2009, my first time here, I managed everything on my own and learned Thai on the streets.
Year after year, this forum has become a mess. You got banned too? Welcome to the club. If the moderator doesn’t like what you say, you’re out of here—lol.
That really wasn’t the intention, just an honest observation about how the clientele in Thailand has changed.
It reminds me of the early 2000s in BKK, when a "respectable" family cut the entire line at a temple ticket counter, much to the astonishment of other tourists (lots of Japanese folks) and my own lack of surprise once I spotted the family’s French nationality.
I’ve seen plenty of examples like that as soon as I step into the tourist ghetto, which I avoid as much as possible.
People who certainly have the right to travel
Lovely spirit of tolerance, but if we could just stop them, huh... We’d be much happier among "our own kind."
For the rest, globalization is here, at every level, for better or worse. Personally, I prefer to focus on the best and not dwell too heavily (or pointlessly) on the worst.
As for wandering into places frequented by people whose behavior you don’t like, I’ve never really understood what or who forces anyone to do that.
Maybe some folks just need to go observe those "too working-class" tourists every now and then to feel superior.
Most of the tourists—long-term travelers—we ran into over Christmas this year in Samui were Russian.
Families, extremely discreet and considerate.
Two or three French families on the verge of extinction on the beach, yelling at their kids every three minutes for not eating jellyfish, for lending their toys to strangers (Marie-Claire summer special), and for not tearing the sleeve of their Decathlon wetsuit while climbing on the bamboo masseuse hut. With nails sticking out a bit ('See, Timéo, there are nails sticking out a bit').
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The cuckoo has resurfaced. The dogs bark, but the caravan moves on.
This discussion reminds me of Thailand’s egalitarian side.
Those who don’t want to mix with the general public opt for expensive hotels that still don’t meet Western standards, where they’re somewhat cut off from a certain kind of authenticity and sometimes served sanitized food.
Meanwhile, those with limited budgets can always count on eating something delicious.
« Tout le monde s'interroge sur comment laisser une meilleure planète à nos enfants, mais on devrait plutôt penser à laisser de meilleurs enfants pour notre planète. » Clint Eastwood
Most of the tourists—long-term travelers—we ran into over Christmas this year in Samui were Russian.
Families, extremely discreet and considerate.
Hey!
Yesterday, on the Nok-Air BKK-Samui flight via Sri Thammara, it was packed, same with the Lompraya ferry—loads of backpacks, Russians, and Koreans.
Pleasantly surprised: 99.99% friendly, people full of excitement, happy to be chasing their dream and having a good time.
Chatty enough to practice *sanook* and *mai pen rai*
I still admire how well Thais handle such huge crowds of people.
Personally, I’ll leave this thread to those who see travel in black and white.
Thoughts on the water (nothing to do with E. Cantona—no seagulls here, okay?):
Personally, I’m more struck by those massive floating hotels (one and a quarter in the photo)
where people live in a bubble and contribute little, if anything, to the local economy.
A few French families—seemingly on the verge of extinction—ruining the vibe on the beach, yelling at their kids every three minutes for not eating jellyfish, for lending their toys to strangers (Marie-Claire summer special), and for tearing the sleeve of their Decathlon wetsuit while climbing on the bamboo massage hut.
Anyway, today’s all about sunbathing, sunshine in sight (view from my window). Gonna go check if they’re still there.
Ten languages asserting their worth don’t compare to two eyes that see.
Thai proverb; *Dictionary of Thai Proverbs* (1980)
It’s true—living here permanently, I really struggle with comments from some people who come for just a month on "vacation" and suddenly think they’ve become The Experts on Thailand.
I’ve met a lot of expats who, like you, seemed to refuse to learn Thai and only hang out with other expats or the tourists they host—tourists who didn’t understand much about Thailand. Meanwhile, I’ve met regular visitors to Thailand who made the effort to learn basic Thai and were really close to locals, knowing way more about the country than some expats who’ve been here for years.
Le coucou
Those on a tight budget can be sure they’ll always find something delicious to eat.
Oh, if only that were always true!
"Le touriste apparait comme le principal agent de diffusion du mépris anti touristique. Plus le touriste se voit en miroir de l'autre, plus il le déteste".
Glad to be back in your element!?
Isn’t choosing a holiday in Samui already a bit of a "posh" behavior?
In Samui, some spots cater to "mass tourism," just like everywhere else in the world—jet skis, go-go bars, and young folks out to party.
Others are more family-friendly, with parents sunbathing and kids swimming, just like everywhere else in the world.
Then there are the New Age vibes, with yoga classes on teak decks and scenic coves, just like everywhere else in the world.
But inland—meaning 95% of the island—it’s the traditional Southern Thailand: slow-paced, deserted during the hottest hours of the day, with that little local exotic touch—fish markets, coconut groves, endless beaches, turquoise sea, and no water (wait, what?).
So no, choosing a holiday in Samui isn’t automatically a "posh" move.
Here like anywhere else, traveling is about choosing your encounters. If some people only meet their own self-satisfaction, I feel bad for them. But I’ll get over it.😎
I’d never go to Samui—I’ve got the same thing back home on the Côte d'Azur in summer, no need to experience that. Plus, there are islands where there’s nobody—why bother with all those falang?
I’d never go to Samui—I’ve got the same thing back home on the Côte d’Azur in summer. No need to experience that. Plus, there are islands with nobody around—why bother with those falang?
Hello,
We had a great family vacation there.
We went as a dream team: eight Isaan folks, half an Isaan, and one farang. Quite the crew!
First time swimming in the sea for two little ones.
We ate tons of crabs, squid, fish... real pizza, pasta... basically everything we rarely eat at home. Of course, we hit the shopping mall—Thailand’s national sport.
And we reunited with Thai friends (yes, there *are* Thai people in Samui!), as well as farang friends.
It’s funny, but I find Samui goes beyond authenticity. It’s alive, there’s business, the southern Thai vibe right next to a 5-star resort, and villages from the northeast moving there to work for four months (construction, cleaning, street food, etc.). In short, I think this lovely chaos is pretty Thai after all.
And there are spots where you’ll tear up watching the sun set over Thai families performing *pai thale laen nam*.
Anyway, here’s a little photo—maybe it’ll change your mind!
Huge consumption of crabs, squid, fish... real pizza, pasta... in short, everything we rarely eat back home.
Not to mention the coconut milk-based cuisine, with typical Southern dishes. Just thinking about it gets my taste buds tingling.
That said, as much as I enjoy spending a few days there, I couldn’t see myself staying any longer.
That said, while I enjoy spending a few days there, I can’t see myself staying any longer.
It all depends on where you drop your bag! 😇
"Quand l'injustice devient loi, la rébellion devient devoir. " Thomas Jefferson
« Le doute est l’apanage des gens intelligents, les cons n’ont que des certitudes »
(Alain Leblay)
That said, as much as I enjoy spending a few days there, I couldn’t see myself staying any longer.
It really depends on where you set your bag down 😇
I’ve dropped my bag just about anywhere for a day and ended up staying 3 years. Then 3 years on the little sister, Koh Phangan. When I’d come back to Samui now and then, my Thai friends would always ask how it was going in Koh Phangan. 'Not too tough being far from everything?' :)
Now in the northeast for 3 years.
Visiting the south. Wow. Sawasdee. You’ve picked up the accent. You sound like a... Isaan local. :)
At the same time, if you live in Isaan, you can’t really blame someone for wanting to experience a bit of the crowds on Samui for a change.
« Tout le monde s'interroge sur comment laisser une meilleure planète à nos enfants, mais on devrait plutôt penser à laisser de meilleurs enfants pour notre planète. » Clint Eastwood
Hey there,
Every time I’ve asked for a definition of it, I’ve never gotten an answer. And if the only thing empty was the *concept* of authenticity (lol), the world would be a better place.
Personally, we’re doing a pretty unique trip, but to understand it, you’d need to know the setup: traveling with kids and grandkids (7 in total), including a 1-year-old, which rules out:
- Dream islands without an emergency doctor,
- Emotional family reunions,
So yeah, I’m happy and proud to find myself lumped in with the "posh" crowd. We rented a villa in a hotel residence with a private pool*—pretty far from the beaches.
*For the pool, so we don’t end up with grumps who can’t handle noise and splashing from real life.
That doesn’t stop us from hitting the beach when it’s not too hot.
For the rest, a gently sloping Samui, kind of like your setup:
voyageforum.com/...post=8385792#8385792
and
voyageforum.com/...post=8386113#8386113
Charlie 120—Tom Khaa Talay is still absolutely amazing.
In the end, I really enjoy reading all the best and worst takes here.
so, happy and proud to find myself ranked among the "mimiles"
A fault confessed is half redressed...
« Tout le monde s'interroge sur comment laisser une meilleure planète à nos enfants, mais on devrait plutôt penser à laisser de meilleurs enfants pour notre planète. » Clint Eastwood
I’d never go to Samui—I’ve got the same thing back home on the Côte d’Azur in summer. No need to live through that. Plus, there are islands with nobody around—why bother with all those falang?
Hi there,
That’s exactly what I thought. My wife had never been to Samui, so we went for a week. Whether in Lamai or Chaweng, I felt like I was on a Côte d’Azur beach, just with Asian staff.
And the water quality? No thanks.
Happy to be back in my Isaan countryside.
But of course, that’s just my personal opinion.
Have a great day!
https://ma-retraite-en-isaan.blog4ever.com/articles/vacances-a-koh-samui
At the same time, for someone living in Isaan, you can’t really blame them for wanting to experience a bit of the crowds on Samui for a change.
I checked out your travel journals, and I don’t see Isaan listed. Have you been?... Not that I have any stake in Samui, but when it comes to crowds, aside from 1 or 2 beaches where it’s naturally packed because they’re the hub of beach activities... For us, those spots just let our family enjoy a few days of relaxation that our budget wouldn’t allow in France.
As for the rest—the meaning of life, the over-the-top consumerism of paid vacations, or why eat ice cream at Swensen’s... I leave all those big existential questions at the door and just enjoy myself.
The little island that appears on the horizon from the Isaan-registered pickup truck is Koh Hin Nok. The forbidden island from Alex Garland’s novel. Skippy told me all about it.
It doesn’t matter. Respect does, I guess. So you keep your mouth shut for the first ten years and collect the stories. You can post about visiting a temple with photos and humor and then go back to work. Mai pen rai. Sorry.
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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
hello to all travelers with their eyes wide open to the desert...
I’ve always wondered what I was "doing" on this earth. And why my father, who died a few months after I was born—a former youngest French resistance fighter—joined the First Saharan Motorized Company in Atar and spent the rest of his life repairing army engines in Algeria, Mauritania, Senegal, Mali (which didn’t exist under that name back then), Morocco, and finally Algeria, where my mother was born and raised. (Believe me, it’s not "cool" being the child of a soldier in a country occupied by France, and even less so the child of a "pied-noir.")
Of course, I never got an answer: the dead don’t talk, and the army doesn’t either.
But here’s the thing—I had photos...
So naturally, one day I hit the road. I wanted to see, to understand.
It’s thanks to VF that I was able to do a little research on crossing the Morocco-Mauritania border, and I’m grateful to its members, just as I’m grateful to all those who welcomed me on the road for 14 years.
For the past few weeks, I’ve been wondering if I should talk about this or not...
It turns out the Mauritanians changed my life by asking for my help... And that started as early as February 2012... (Did I owe them something? No answer to that question.)
Ah, the irony—they saw me coming. But when you’re handed sick children and begged to do something, what would you have done? I’d worked in a hospital, so I knew a bit about the rules to follow. I didn’t hesitate.
And well, over all these years, I met doctors, surgeons, and together we organized care, evacuations of children, training for surgeons—even trying to stop children from having to travel outside their country. It was never easy. I’d like to thank those who supported us, as well as *La Chaîne de l’Espoir*, *La Fondation Face au Monde*, and everyone who built bridges between our two countries.
Unfortunately, despite the constant efforts of Mauritanian doctors and surgeons, some children couldn’t be helped in time. Today, I want to talk about four siblings—orphans of their mother—suffering from congenital glaucoma causing irreversible blindness. Their case was entrusted to me in 2020, just weeks before the big lockdown. We couldn’t do anything for them then, but when their father asked me for a gift, I rushed to my computer and wrote a story.
Through a tale, the children take a great journey, explore their country, and fulfill a dream. I never thought this book would be published—it was, in 2023.
This book pays tribute to Mauritania. It’s a message for those who know nothing about the hardships of life there, carrying both the harshness and beauty of an immense desert where you can travel by 4x4, bike, on foot, or by camel in complete safety. It bears witness to the kindness of Mauritanians toward travelers.
As a woman traveling alone in my vehicle—a now-rusted old Mercedes that no longer runs—I had the most beautiful encounters of my life there (I’ve seen other parts of the world...). The blind children of Choum, Atar, Nouadhibou, and Nouakchott will forever be in my heart.
Volunteer readers transcribed the book into a free audio version for the visually impaired. It’s available in sound libraries in France, the *Fondation Valentin Haüy*, and the Swiss Romande library.
I made my last trip to Mauritania in my old 4x4 to distribute the book everywhere, especially to its heroes and the school for the visually impaired in Nouakchott.
After that, I thought it was time to close the chapter because I no longer have the means or the strength to travel.
My publishers chose this title for it: *The Blue Eyes of the Desert*.
This publication helped a mission of Swiss volunteer ophthalmologists come to operate on glaucomas in Mauritania. I’m thrilled because they come back every year!
This adventure is ending, yes—everything must come to an end—but ultimately, it was born here, on the VF site!! So yes, I had to say it: THANK YOU!!!!!
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!
"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?
Hi everyone, just this once I’m not posting for a travel story, but to share a thought for Venezuela.
If you didn’t know—since it’s not making headlines—the country was hit by two 7.5-magnitude earthquakes last week. Over 2,200 people have died, more than 50,000 are missing, and some coastal towns have been completely destroyed.
Maybe when the scale of the humanitarian crisis becomes clear, our media will cover it a bit more... especially since earthquakes with this many casualties usually make the front page, but there’s been nothing in France.
So here’s a thought for this country, which, whatever you think of its politics, is a true jewel of South America, both for its landscapes and its people.
hi there
I’d like to invite you to discover my coastal province in central Vietnam: Quang Ngai.
This year, my province has really improved its infrastructure—mountains, countryside, and sea are all authentic here.
No harassers or thieves, and no Russians either.
A local lunch costs around 1 €.
A *** hotel room is about 25 €, and you can find hotels right on My Khe Beach.
We have a specialty: *banh xeo*—10 crepes for just 1.5 €.
You can rent motorbikes to explore the province and maybe visit the many ethnic minorities.
I live here—I’m not selling anything, but I can help if needed (my father-in-law is a traditional Vietnamese doctor and he’s very skilled).
Hi everyone! 😉
I’m Typhaine, 35 years old. Five years ago, I left France for a solo round-the-world trip—no planes, just a van, hitchhiking, cycling, and even a canoe in the Amazon! Today, I work as a naturalist guide in Argentine Patagonia.
Wherever I go, my compass stays the same: observing and photographing wildlife, which I deeply admire and respect.
My project: I’d love to share this experience through a sustainable, authentic, and immersive nature tourism initiative. But to build something meaningful, I need to understand how other nature enthusiasts experience their own adventures.
If you:
Are over 20 years old
Have a true passion for Nature
Have already taken at least one trip lasting more than 3 nights (in your country or abroad) in your life
Promise: I’m not selling anything, this isn’t marketing. Your answers are 100% anonymous and will only help me shape this wild project.
A huge thank you to everyone for your help and kindness! Looking forward to chatting in this thread 😛
(Dear admins, this is purely a collaborative effort for my project study, with no commercial purpose. Thank you so much for your support!)
Photo: Grizzly Bear (Ursus arctos horribilis), female on the left and her cub on the right. Photo taken by me in Alaska, Denali National Park.
It’s something we often notice in this forum—and many others—this behavioral shift.
A long-time member, or even a new one, asks a question.
They get one or more answers, some brief, some detailed, and then... nothing???
Not even a simple thank you!!!
From what I’ve gathered, if the answers don’t align with what they wanted to hear, it seems natural for the asker to just disappear!! 😕
Unless—(and I fear this is the case)—basic politeness is no longer part of our society????
I spent 3 weeks in Bali last summer (+ 3 nights on Gili Meno and a day trip to Kawah Ijen in Java). So I wanted to see what ChatGPT could suggest for comparison...
Here’s the prompt I gave:
"You’re a local expert guide for Bali.
- Plan a 20-day itinerary for Bali with a side trip to Gili Meno and a day trip to Kawah Ijen in Java without staying overnight.
- I’m traveling with my wife, and I love visiting historical sites, hiking, relaxing at the beach, snorkeling, and exploring rice terraces...
- For the duration of the stay, I don’t want more than 8 places to sleep, and I’d like to stay at least 2 days at each stop to avoid unpacking too often. Except for the last night, where I’m okay with just one night near the airport.
- I prefer neighborhoods that are walkable and try to avoid typical tourist traps, though I don’t want to miss the must-see spots. So suggest a mix of iconic sites and hidden gems.
- Recommend hotels or guesthouses with a budget of 50 to 100 € per night, including breakfast. Make suggestions in areas popular with travelers, specifying the vibe (I prefer quiet), and consider safety and proximity to attractions.
- For lunch and dinner, suggest two to three restaurants that are well-rated by customers.
- Give me a day-by-day program with details on travel times, visiting times for each point of interest, and recommendations for transportation (taxi, train, bike, etc.).
Estimate the total cost of the trip, including accommodations, food, transportation, and activities, and suggest two tips for saving money in each category.
- Don’t make anything up—be realistic about travel times, take into account the opening dates and hours of sites, and give me the entry fees for places to visit.
- Ask me all the questions until you’re 95% sure you understand what’s being asked. Don’t generate your response until you’ve understood."
The AI asked for a few clarifications:
"Great request—I can build you a really optimized and enjoyable itinerary, but to be 95% sure I hit the mark, I need a few key clarifications (this will really influence the pace, areas, and accommodations)."
In the end, it proposed a program very close to what we actually did.
I’ll skip its accommodation and restaurant suggestions...
Its proposal:
"Ubud (4 nights) => we did 5 nights
Sidemen (2 nights)
Amed (3 nights) => we’d planned 2 nights
Gili Meno (3 nights) => we did Gili between Sidemen and Amed
Munduk (3 nights) => we did 2 nights before Pemuteran
Pemuteran (3 nights) with Ijen => we did 4 nights
Sanur (2 nights + 1 last night) => we chose Jatiluwih instead of Sanur
It suggested "activities" (and accommodations too):
IN UBUD:
- Walk around central Ubud (1–2h)
- Campuhan Ridge Walk
- Tegalalang Rice Terrace
- Tirta Empul
- Gunung Kawi
- Massage / market / slow café
IN SIDEMEN:
- Rice terrace hike (2–3h)
- Cooking class
IN AMED:
- Snorkeling
- Japanese Shipwreck
- Beach + relaxation
- Volcano sunset
ON GILI:
- Snorkeling at Gili Meno Turtle Point, Nest Underwater Statues
IN MUNDUK:
- Jungle & waterfall hike - Munduk Waterfall + Melanting Waterfall
- Loop: 3–4h (perfect for your level)
- Ulun Danu Bratan Temple
- Twin Lakes
IN PEMUTERAN
- Snorkeling: Menjangan Island
For Kawah Ijen, it detailed the day well:
👍 from Pemuteran = best possible option
12 PM: leave hotel (we left at 10 PM)
1 PM: ferry
3 PM: arrival in Java + transfer
11 PM: start ascent
2 AM–6 AM: volcano
Return to Bali around 11 AM–12 PM (we got back at 4 PM)
👍 still very intense, but doable with an agency
💰 ~80–120 €/person all-inclusive
IN SANUR:
- Relaxation
- Quiet beach
- Proximity to airport (30 min)"
I’ve kept the habit of blowing my nose in the sink and then washing my hands—a custom I picked up in India. Sometimes, non-travelers are shocked when they catch me in the act... 🤪
Also, when I run out of toilet paper, it doesn’t bother me—unless I’ve got company over... 🤪
Just got back from walking a friend’s dog (while they’re on vacation), wearing a djellaba and Tibetan boots... 😏😏😏 Oh, for sure, if I’d run into locals, I probably would’ve shocked them? 😏
Anyway, as long as I’m not spitting on the floor at a restaurant or squatting on the side of a highway with a water bottle in hand...
After taking a little trip around the world, I came back a few months ago with an idea in mind.
I mostly do diving, and I love observing animals in their natural habitat without disturbing them.
During the trip, I realized it was quite complicated to know where and when to see certain species.
For example:
where to dive with sharks or manta rays
where you might get a chance to swim with whales
I even discovered thresher sharks during my trip… I didn’t even know this species existed before, even though they’re incredible to see.
We spent a ton of time searching for info all over the place, especially on social media, without ever getting a clear picture.
So I started putting all this together on my own, in the form of a map, to make it easier to visualize where to go depending on the seasons.
I recently put a first version online (it’s called Fauneya).
There are probably mistakes, inconsistencies, or things to improve, and that’s partly why I’m posting here.
I’d really love to know how you all go about planning this kind of trip.
As part of my Master’s thesis, I’m currently conducting a public survey on a topic that concerns all of us when planning a trip: artificial intelligence and the role of human contact in travel planning.
These days, we’re using more and more digital tools to find ideas, compare options, and book trips... but is the role of human advisors still essential? At what moments? And for what types of trips?
The survey is anonymous and takes about 7 minutes.
It’s aimed at anyone who travels (or has traveled) for leisure, whether you plan everything yourself or go through an agency.
While browsing the forum to gather info for my upcoming trip to Thailand, I often see the terms "traveler," "great traveler," and also "tourist"—so what’s the nuance for you?
I've traveled quite a bit in Vietnam over the past few years—from the southern delta to bustling cities and even some small islands—but what really sticks with me is the north, the high mountains.
Up there, there's something different—maybe slower, more raw. The morning markets with ethnic groups, women in traditional clothes, the colors...
The stilt houses, kids following you and laughing for no reason, the terraced rice fields—it almost feels unreal at times, so vast and quiet, yet so human and simple.
You often hear that Sapa has become too touristy, and that's partly true, especially in the center. But as soon as you move a little farther away, everything changes quickly. The landscapes open up, encounters feel more natural, and you rediscover something truly authentic.
I think it's that contrast that struck me—the difference between what you imagine before going and what you actually discover when you take the time.
And you—what memory do you hold onto from Vietnam? A particular place that touched you more than others?
Hello,
We’re finalizing the plans for our upcoming trip to China in May 2025. The second-to-last stop will be in Zhangjiajie, where we’ve planned to stay for 2 full days before heading to Shanghai.
We’re traveling solo using local transport and have arranged to stay in the city of Zhangjiajie.
We’ve seen that there’s a lot to see:
Tianmen Mountain, the Grand Canyon and the glass bridge, Zhangjiajie National Park, and that the sites are quite far apart with fairly expensive entry fees.
We’re thinking of dedicating one day to the national park and the Grand Canyon (glass bridge) and one day to Tianmen Mountain.
But we’re not sure if this plan is realistic—any thoughts would be much appreciated!
I should be serving a warming drink to the participants in the discussion about gardens and parks that provide us with beautiful photos, I could mention the delicious buttery scent wafting from bakeries in the thread about returning to France, but my heart, its powerful pulse that nourishes my entire being, is elsewhere.
Dasht-e Lut, Yazd, Esfahan, Bam, Kerman, Qeshm, Hormuz—a melody, a prayer at the heart of desire.
A dream, an unattainable fantasy? No. Not anymore.
A very serious Italian travel agency is organizing this trip for 6 people this winter. I’m signed up, I’m going, I’m living. Maybe.
"But you’re completely crazy!!!!"
I know... I know that every civilization, every society has a vital need to create scapegoats to define and justify itself, pathetically. And Iran is one of them, top of the list. I laugh or sigh, and it doesn’t bother me.
But that unchanging red, deep red and garnet, so beautiful in itself, in all the Western chancelleries repeats, whispers, shouts: don’t go, don’t go, don’t go, you’re putting yourself in danger and we can’t do anything for you. You’ll be turned into mere bargaining chips, into arguments for endless negotiations. Fear must be instilled, its power absolutely preserved, no concessions made to the enemy. The information (how many French hostages, real or fake, compared to the number of travelers?) is always lacking.
Traveling becomes a merciless confrontation between desire, the vital pulse, and anxiety, its ghosts.
Hi everyone, here’s our itinerary. Arriving on the evening of December 13th. Departing on January 7th.
Thanks in advance for your tips and valuable feedback.
Manila – 1 night
Coron – 4 nights
Coron to El Nido cruise – 2 nights
El Nido – 4 nights
Port Barton – 5 nights
Flight from Puerto Princesa to Vigan
Vigan – 2 nights
Sagada – 2 nights
Banaue – 2 nights
Bagabag – 1 night
Manila – 1 night
I’ve only booked the flight to Manila and the Manila/Coron flight so far. Is it possible to book boat trips, accommodations, and the Puerto Princesa flight last-minute?
Really disappointed with Costa Rica! Pura vida? The scam of the century!
(Costa Rica pure emptiness).
The country where animals are free and people are in cages.
3 weeks in December in this country and never again. Imagine the trailer of a movie that seems interesting, and when you go see it, you realize it’s a flop and the best moments were in the trailer.
Well, that’s exactly how we felt with Costa Rica pure emptiness.
My wife and I have traveled quite a bit and didn’t expect to be so wrong about a place.
On the main routes, we visited:
San José
Alajuela
Limón, Cahuita, Puerto Viejo, Manzanillo (Caribbean side)
Jaco, Quepos, Manuel Antonio (Pacific side)
And a few short stops in intermediate towns.
Our dissatisfaction grew gradually like this:
When we arrived at the hotel, the taxi dropped us off on a small street in front of a white metal gate with ground-floor windows barred. We looked at it skeptically, but the sign matched.
He approached the gate, rang the bell, the buzzer sounded, and the door opened slightly. The hotel wasn’t bad for the price, a 10-minute walk from downtown, but with a "Fleury-Mérogis" vibe guaranteed.
So far, so good.
After showering and regaining our bearings, we headed downtown.
What started to unsettle us on the way was seeing houses with bars on the ground-floor windows and even on the second floor.
At first, we thought the hotel’s neighborhood wasn’t great.
Downtown San José:
It’s a generic city, not very exotic, with a pedestrian street and a small mercado where you can eat local food without frills. Very few tourists—if any—which let you blend in with the locals. We had lunch and struggled to make ourselves understood because, aside from one or two shops, English wasn’t spoken.
On the way back to the hotel, we took a different route, and while chatting and strolling, my wife pointed out a beautiful two-story white house completely barricaded like Fort Knox.
From that moment, we started noticing the facades of houses and buildings, and wow, it was creepy—most looked like prisons, some even with barbed wire.
Though put off, we told ourselves it was probably a big-city thing and the rest of the country couldn’t be like this.
So far, so good.
We relaxed at the hotel and had a drink at the bar. Night falls early, around 5:30 PM. By 7:30 PM, we headed back downtown for dinner. A bit unsettling for a capital—downtown was almost deserted, and aside from fast-food chains, very few restaurants were open, with hardly anyone on the streets.
Bars with security guards out front.
I won’t say we felt unsafe that night, but once it got dark, we realized the bars on the windows weren’t for nothing. First day in, and our impression was already mixed.
The next day, we explored the city and surroundings, and our feelings didn’t change.
So far, so good.
Off to Cahuita by bus—4 hours of travel.
The landscapes are very green but quickly become monotonous. The road runs alongside the forest and passes through a few towns and villages, and even in the countryside, there were just as many prison-like houses.
The bus dropped us off at Cahuita’s terminal station—only four of us got off. It’s a village, or rather, a small town. Cahuita is basically one straight road and a perpendicular one, and honestly, doubt started to creep in.
A few restaurants that add 13% tax and 10% service charge—so 23% extra. We dropped our stuff at the hotel and went to explore. In 20 minutes, we’d seen it all. We had lunch and planned to check out the famous park.
Entry is by donation—well, the "entry" is a joke. There’s a path along the forest by the sea, and that’s it.
Nothing’s going right anymore.
We thought it was a total scam, but since we hadn’t gone far, we decided to come back the next day to explore further.
We returned to the hotel, relaxed, and around 8:00 PM, we went out for dinner. Only two restaurants were open, and the streets were deserted.
Creepy!
The next day, we explored the so-called park more thoroughly and really got it.
A path along the forest by the sea—2 hours there and 2 hours back, where you see animals that feel like showing their faces.
A total joke—"all that for this?"
The beach was full of wood debris and coconut husks. We wondered if the photos online were edited because the sea, very rough, wasn’t the azure blue we’d seen in pictures.
But calling this a park is a joke—it’s like a new concept.
When we thought about the reviews online, we started to suspect that professionals with interests in the country were monitoring and countering any negative feedback that could harm their business.
Too bad we didn’t check the negative reviews beforehand—we did while we were there, and it helped. We wondered if we’d become too demanding after all our travels, but no—when something’s bad, it’s bad.
Manuel Antonio’s park is even more ridiculous—there’s a short path along the sea for about 500 meters, and then nothing. You have to climb through mud and hack your way through the forest. We ended up barefoot because the mud was up to our calves. All that to see a raccoon and a few parrots flying overhead.
We didn’t expect Noah’s Ark, but we’ve seen more animals in Bali, Mexico, and Thailand while visiting temples or just walking around than in these so-called parks!
Puerto Viejo, not far from Cahuita and supposedly livelier—well, it couldn’t be worse!
According to Lonely Planet, it had a Caribbean vibe and wild nights, but maybe that was a long time ago. The good reggae music playing everywhere isn’t enough.
In the evening, Puerto Viejo was a bit livelier than Cahuita, but that’s not saying much. Very few tourists—if any—no night market, just two or three shops open selling $20 T-shirts. Same vibe as San José.
No big deal—we enjoyed the beach and the sun, which was reliable.
Our itinerary was supposed to include Tortuguero Park, but after talking to other travelers who’d just been, we changed our minds, knowing we’d be visiting Manuel Antonio Park on the Pacific side.
To get back to the Pacific side, you have to take the bus and go through San José again—5 hours this time—then switch bus terminals and another 4.5 hours to Quepos.
A stopover town to get to Manuel Antonio’s beach and park!
A town just like the others we’d seen—deserted as soon as the sun sets, and not exactly bustling during the day either. (Where are all the tourists?)
Still as many bars on the windows and that feeling of being in the wrong place.
7 km later: Manuel Antonio beach and park.
The beach is very beautiful and quite large, but don’t expect turquoise blue water—the waves stir up the sand, giving the water a brownish color.
Along the beach, shops and restaurants for about 300 meters, and then nothing. At night, after sunset, the town shuts down too.
Manuel Antonio Park is highly praised for its wildlife, so we were eager to see it. When you express dissatisfaction with Cahuita or Manzanillo parks, the response is always, "But you should’ve gone to Monteverde or Manuel Antonio!" No matter what you do or say, they’ll tell you, "You should’ve gone there or here."
Back to our famous park—entry was about $16, and contrary to what we’d heard, it wasn’t crowded!
Guides at the entrance with spotting scopes offered their services for about $30.
The park: a mix of boardwalk and dirt paths through the forest, sometimes running alongside beautiful coves and beaches.
As soon as we entered, a crowd was taking photos of a deer eating leaves.
A little further on, a guide with a group of five stopped. The guide raised his arm and set up his spotting scope! He showed them, about 100 meters away, a hummingbird perched on a branch. Some, looking through the scope, exclaimed, "Oh my God! Amazing! Incredible!"
For a moment, we thought they’d discovered a unicorn or were in Jurassic Park and had just crossed paths with a T-Rex!
The concept is comical—looking at a bird or another animal through a spotting scope because it’s too far away. Isn’t that what TV is for?
For our part, we saw monkeys, ants, an armadillo, an iguana, and the backside of a sloth climbing a tree. Amazing, incredible!
We stayed a few days in Manuel Antonio to enjoy the beach, changing hotels often because prices varied wildly from one day to the next for shameful services. On top of that, they’d quote a price in dollars and convert it at their discretion—thieves!
Alajuela, a city near the airport, has a two-story mall and a local market downtown! No interest except its proximity to the airport.
What we liked:
The climate and, in hindsight, San José—the most authentic city we visited.
What we didn’t like, in addition to what we’ve already mentioned:
Costa Ricans aren’t very friendly or communicative. English is barely spoken, not even by doctors at Quepos Hospital, where my wife ended up with food poisoning (thanks, Google Translate). The widespread obesity among Costa Ricans, who eat like Americans. The insecurity. The eco-hipsters who leave their $150 lodges in minivans with guides to visit parks and other sites, then return to barricade themselves in their fortresses at nightfall (oh my God, amazing, incredible). The blue signs at the entrance of towns that accept this payment method: "We accept American Express." Parking lots that become paid just because a guy is watching your car. Prices displayed in dollars. The cost of living (hotels, restaurants, taxes). Landscapes that are too green and not flowery enough. Beaches—nothing exceptional. Pollution in cities where big American trucks rule. Sewage dumped directly into the sea. Aside from the jungle, there’s nothing to visit—no ruins, monuments, or anything worth seeing.
In short, my wife and I think the hype about this supposedly eco-friendly country is overrated. It’s just the trendy destination of the moment. There are much better, cheaper, and more authentic places.
In hindsight, we keep the good memories and our beautiful photos, but if we had to do it over...
Before signing off, a little message to those who don’t like hearing opinions different from theirs:
Well, some things aren’t up for debate. And to those who’d have us believe that in 3 weeks, we don’t have the right to criticize a country or express our feelings—how can you praise it in so little time? What a scam. Costa Rica is a money pit. Pura vida? Pure cosmic emptiness.
If you like spending your evenings barricaded in your cozy hotel after dark, this country is for you.
For everyone else: run!
Hello,
Since the war between Russia and Ukraine, nothing is simple anymore for traveling to Belarus due to sanctions.
No more direct flights from the EU to Minsk.
Driving is a huge hassle, especially crossing through Poland at the only open border in Brest—you can wait 2, 3, or even 4 days just to get through by car.
The least painful driving option is to come via Lithuania and cross at the only open border, with a minimum wait time of 8 hours, sometimes up to 20 hours or more!!
Controls are very strict and annoying on both the Lithuanian and Belarusian sides. Avoid bringing alcohol, food, or cigarettes—everything will end up in the trash, especially when leaving Belarus for Vilnius, where the Lithuanians are tough, even with EU citizens.
The joy I once knew when visiting my wife in Minsk is sadly over—it’s now a real ordeal.
The fastest solution is to fly. My wife travels to France by taking a bus to Kaunas in Lithuania, where you can catch a flight (though not daily) to Paris Beauvais or Charleroi in Belgium with Ryanair, for example.
For the return trip, it’s the same: a flight to Kaunas and then a direct bus from the airport to Minsk.
The bus crossing is quicker than driving—the 250 km journey, including border checks, takes about 6 to 8 hours for buses leaving Lithuania around midnight, but controls are still strict at the border.
The biggest challenge is finding flight schedules that align with the bus routes between the two countries, given the unpredictable border crossing times.
Now, my wife travels via Charleroi in Belgium (near Brussels), and you can take a train to Paris. Alternatively, you can fly into Beauvais and take a bus to Paris (Porte Maillot).
For those driving, note that EU insurance and assistance policies no longer work in Belarus or Russia. You’ll need to get local insurance, usually limited to third-party liability (I don’t think full coverage exists?), as well as mandatory medical insurance. This is available at the border.
You now have to pay highway tolls—no more BELTOLL boxes. Instead, you pay a flat fee for the duration of your stay. Stop at the first gas station after crossing from Lithuania to fill up on fuel and cigarettes.
From what I know, Lithuania bans carrying more than 60 € in cash, but there’s no limit for USD (though it’s capped at $10,000??).
With a Visa card, you can now withdraw 1,000 rubles per week (about 270 €)—two months ago, it was only 500 rubles!!
For now, you can still pay by card in shops and gas stations.
However, major retailers like KORONA (which may be Russian-owned??) no longer accept foreign Visa cards.
Unfortunately, the additional sanctions announced by the U.S. on August 5, 2025, against Russia—and possibly Belarus—aren’t promising for the future.
After 20 years of visiting Belarus, I’m truly saddened to see the joy of living in this country with my wonderful wife turn into such a bleak situation, all because of human folly.
Hi everyone!
I’m putting together our travel itinerary for Veneto at the end of April. And the more I look and research potential sites to visit, the more I find!
We’ll only be there for a week—my family and I—including 3 days in Venice. So we have to make some choices...
I plan to rent a car when we arrive in Venice and head straight to Bergamo, which would be our first stop. We’d leave the car at the airport when we return to Venice so we can explore the city at our leisure.
What do you think:
1 night in Bergamo (a 2h15 drive from Venice airport),
1 night in Garda,
1 night in Verona,
1 in Padua, and
3 in Venice—would that be doable?
Thanks in advance for your tips and experiences! :)
Now that the curtain has fallen on the past year, it’s time to see what’s happening around here.
It seems pretty quiet, but I’ll read more in detail later.
First, I need to tell you all an anecdote.
My eldest little girl, in her third year of law school, was really scared she wouldn’t pass the year.
I told her:
“Trust yourself, you’ve worked so hard, and worst case, if you fail, you’ll just redo the year.”
“But I don’t think I’ll make it—they changed the rules, and if I mess up even one unit, I have to start all over.”
I knew her grades weren’t exactly stellar, and with what I was about to say, I wasn’t taking much of a risk.
“Here’s the deal, sweetheart: if you pass, I promise I’ll take you to India, just the two of us.”
I have to admit, India is a country I’ve talked about so much to all my grandchildren that in their minds, it’s become a magical, mythical place (hmm).
July had barely begun when my phone rang, her name flashing on the screen.
“Mamido, I did it!”
My promise came rushing back—oh no, oh no, oh no!
“Congratulations, sweetheart!”
A little shyly, she said:
“Is the India trip still on?”
And me, replying:
“Of course it is!”
And that’s that—a promise is a promise, or you risk losing that precious trust that keeps hearts warm and at peace.
We’re leaving in February. Only 8 days—yikes, the carbon footprint!
But we can’t miss her tutorials, or she’ll be kicked out.
Personally, that works just fine for me.
Going to India has become a challenge for me. It’s far, it’s exhausting, I sweat, I hate mosquitoes, the spices bother my mouth when I used to love them. There’s noise all the time—at night, the dogs bark nonstop, and we almost get run over. I’ll get lost in the streets because my sense of direction has vanished. I don’t like rice anymore. All that chaos and those cultural differences that once enchanted me now just overwhelm me.
But I promised.
The upside—and it’s a big one—Raman, the same driver I’ve had forever, will be at the airport with a sign with our names. We’ll stop at the same little shop for chai (or tea, plain and simple) with that aroma that intoxicates me, halfway through the trip.
It’ll be a tiny trip—staying with friends, I’ll show her a few places I love: Chidambaram, Mamallapuram, and the clinic where I worked. Then we’ll head back.
My little girl will go home to her parents.
As for me, I’ll leave right away for our Scottish island with Homme for our chilly winter.
How can you love a country so much you want to live there, then suddenly reject it, no longer able to appreciate what once made it special?
That’s the mystery of love, I guess.
I’ve visited the U.S. four times myself, including two long road trips. The last one was just this past August...
I won’t be going back. I already felt guilty last August, but recent policies have finally convinced me: the humiliation of Zelensky, authoritarian excesses, Gestapo-like methods for detaining people of foreign origin, the murder of innocent people (a mother shot dead), corruption, insane "tariffs," skyrocketing healthcare costs for Americans, the abduction of foreign figures to secure oil, the requirement to disclose social media accounts, and now... threats and blackmail to forcibly take Greenland—a region that belongs to Denmark and thus the European Union!
The reality is that simply posting this could get me denied entry to the U.S.!
In this context, I just can’t keep spending money there. I loved my trips, but there are so many other countries with stunning landscapes to explore.
So I get why you’d want to travel there. I did, and I loved it. But once a country no longer respects any of the values that made us love it, why go?
How can we even consider traveling to a country that threatens to take one of our territories by force?
Hello everyone,
Controversial topic? Not necessarily—maybe just a reflection on a world to come.
I spent the last 15 days of August on a cruise in Greenland, from Kangerlussuaq to Tasiilaq.
I was utterly amazed by this unique world of rock and ice, the little houses in every color, a simple life that’s also complicated by isolation and climate, among other things...
I carry in my heart the kindness of the people I met, the raw and gentle majesty of the icebergs, the colors of the sky...
So, I can’t even imagine a massive presence of raw material prospectors, heavy machinery requiring roads to be built—if that’s even possible—changing their way of life... putting sled dogs out to pasture!
Do fast food and Greenland’s northern lights really mix?
I wouldn’t trade my memories for an ESTA!
All opinions are respectable, which is why this isn’t a controversy—but I’m sorry, I have a soft spot for *my* Greenland.
We’re a couple aged 58 and 63. We’ve just returned from a wonderful trip to South India in Tamil Nadu and a few days in Kerala. We traveled with a local French-speaking guide and his friend, the driver. They both live in Pondicherry. We spent 3 weeks with them in the most authentic way!
We covered just over 2,500 km and visited not only temples but also archaeological sites, museums, and small artisanal businesses making tiles, tea, sculptures, bronze, and silk spinning. We were lucky enough to visit a public school, attend a wedding, and even a death announcement in a small countryside village. We were fully immersed in the culture, food, noise, and colors—it was incredible!
The hotels and guesthouses we chose were very clean and mostly quiet. We’re returning from India with amazing discoveries!
We’re happy to share more info if you’d like!
M-Claire and Jean
This catchy and somewhat mysterious title comes from several questions I’ve been asking myself.
VF has been back open for a reasonable number of weeks and months now.
The number of visitors overall matches past averages, but the number of members online in the last 24 hours seems relatively lower than what we used to see.
Yet, to my surprise, I’m seeing fewer travel journals, way fewer messages, and way fewer questions.
I don’t see many new registered users online, and I notice a number of members who are logged in but either aren’t participating or have stopped participating.
Something’s not adding up for me because, in my opinion, VF is still appealing, and I don’t see which other sites could really compete.
Was there a real break between pre- and post-Covid?
Does it just take more time for some people to discover the site or learn that it’s active again?
Do people now prefer quick consumption on sites like FB or others I’m not familiar with?
Where have the site’s old-timers gone, and what are they doing with their time now?
What’s really going on here?
Chaweng
South
Bophut
A (small) floating market vibe
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