Qui voudras me décrire en qq lignes le meilleur et le pire souvenir de ses voyages... En ce qui me concerne c'est la contemplation du TAJ MAHAL au petit matin et une attaque de chiens en haut d'un col en GRECE en rentrant d'ISTANBUL. MERCI CHIL
Citations et philosophies du monde et de ses habitants
by Jcender
This discussion is in French, the community’s main language.
Une superbe phrase de philosophie :
"La seule chose qui nous ai rapprochés c’est la souffrance"
Dans son contexte elle prend toute sa valeur : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LjNXXslCJpg
"La seule chose qui nous ai rapprochés c’est la souffrance"
Dans son contexte elle prend toute sa valeur : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LjNXXslCJpg
Tokaraa
je vous ai posé 2 questions sur le sujet du fish spa sur l'ile de samui, vous ne m'avez pas répondu, je ne sais pas comment faire la jointure avec mon message précédent, mais je me permettais de vous demander l'adresse du SPA et quel materiel vidéo que vous utilisiez, bien sympathique si vous me donnez les réponses car en février je serais à samui avec mes amis
salut,
un vieux qui meurt c est une bibliotheque qui brule. ça c est d hampate ba
moi je rajoute: sauf si c est un vieux con.
raphael
Tous les chemins ne mènent pas à Rome
"Penser c'est être malade des yeux
Le monde ne s'est pas fait, pour que nous pensions à lui Mais pour que nous le regardions et que nous soyons d'accord..."
Fernando Pessoa.
Le monde ne s'est pas fait, pour que nous pensions à lui Mais pour que nous le regardions et que nous soyons d'accord..."
Fernando Pessoa.
ça me fait penser à :
the horse think, the dog think, the man think but the fish don't think, cause the fish knows, everything.
je suis néamoins bien content d'utiliser ma petite cervelle.
"I believe that human beings belong fo nature not to civilisation. And I see man as being like a fish passing through a huge city. The fish doesn't understand anything about the city, he's just floating through it. What I'm trying to do always, is to get people wondering" Emir Kusturica-
the horse think, the dog think, the man think but the fish don't think, cause the fish knows, everything.
je suis néamoins bien content d'utiliser ma petite cervelle.
"I believe that human beings belong fo nature not to civilisation. And I see man as being like a fish passing through a huge city. The fish doesn't understand anything about the city, he's just floating through it. What I'm trying to do always, is to get people wondering" Emir Kusturica-
Celui qui sait qu'il sait, écoute le
Celui qui sait qu'il ne sait pas, éduque le
Celui qui ne sait pas qu'il sait, éveille le
Celui qui ne sait pas qu'il ne sait pas, fuis le
PROVERBE CHINOIS
Dernier proverbe éducatif découvert il y a peu de temps Nadia
Dernier proverbe éducatif découvert il y a peu de temps Nadia
Citations :
"Ceux qui aperçoivent la lumière avant les autres sont condamnés à la poursuivre en dépit des autres."
"Vis comme si tu devais mourir demain. Apprends comme si tu devais vivre toujours."
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"Pas folle !" dit la Mouche, "je pète et je m'envole !
"Ceux qui aperçoivent la lumière avant les autres sont condamnés à la poursuivre en dépit des autres."
"Vis comme si tu devais mourir demain. Apprends comme si tu devais vivre toujours."
…
"Pas folle !" dit la Mouche, "je pète et je m'envole !
"Ceux qui aperçoivent la lumière avant les autres sont condamnés à la poursuivre en dépit des autres."
Une petite citation de Chico Xavier dans sa version originale en Brésilien et avec un essai de traduction:
Embora ninguém possa voltar atrás e fazer um novo começo, qualquer um pode começar agora e fazer um novo fim. Personne ne peut retourner en arrière et faire un nouveau commencement, mais chacun peu commencer maintenant et faire une nouvelle fin.
Embora ninguém possa voltar atrás e fazer um novo começo, qualquer um pode começar agora e fazer um novo fim. Personne ne peut retourner en arrière et faire un nouveau commencement, mais chacun peu commencer maintenant et faire une nouvelle fin.
Le plus grand voyageur est celui qui a su faire une fois le tour de lui-même
Hello le forum,
Un peu à la traîne, mais le thème de ce forum n'a pas d'âge en vérité ... Parmi plusieurs citations que j'aime bien, je vous en livre quelques unes :
"Prends bien soin de ton corps, car tu n'a nulle autre part où habiter" (Proverbe indien)
"Aucun problème ne peut être résolu, sans changer le niveau de conscience qui l'a engendré" (A. Einstein)
"Le verbe aimer est difficile à conjuguer : son passé n'est pas simple, son présent n'est qu'indicatif, et son futur est toujours conditionnel" (J. Cocteau)
"La vraie fortune ne consiste pas à posséder beaucoup de choses, mais à ne pas en avoir besoin." (Grégoire de Naziance IVème siècle)
Enfin pour les voyageurs que nous sommes tous dans l'espace et dans le temps de notre vie, une dernière du célèbre Albert le Relatif, "il est plus facile de dissocier un atome, que de se débarrasser d'un préjugé".
Bonne nuit le forum !
Un peu à la traîne, mais le thème de ce forum n'a pas d'âge en vérité ... Parmi plusieurs citations que j'aime bien, je vous en livre quelques unes :
"Prends bien soin de ton corps, car tu n'a nulle autre part où habiter" (Proverbe indien)
"Aucun problème ne peut être résolu, sans changer le niveau de conscience qui l'a engendré" (A. Einstein)
"Le verbe aimer est difficile à conjuguer : son passé n'est pas simple, son présent n'est qu'indicatif, et son futur est toujours conditionnel" (J. Cocteau)
"La vraie fortune ne consiste pas à posséder beaucoup de choses, mais à ne pas en avoir besoin." (Grégoire de Naziance IVème siècle)
Enfin pour les voyageurs que nous sommes tous dans l'espace et dans le temps de notre vie, une dernière du célèbre Albert le Relatif, "il est plus facile de dissocier un atome, que de se débarrasser d'un préjugé".
Bonne nuit le forum !
Bonjour a tous,
Je suis pas très doué dans ces trucs là..mais il y en a une qui me viens a l’esprit..c'est peut être la stimulation positive de vos messages hautement émotionnels et spirituels ?.ça doit me chambouler les méninges..je suis tout moite d'émotions...
Quand tu te couche avec le cul qui gratte , ..tu te lèvera avec les doigts qui puent.. " Coluche. "
Je suis pas très doué dans ces trucs là..mais il y en a une qui me viens a l’esprit..c'est peut être la stimulation positive de vos messages hautement émotionnels et spirituels ?.ça doit me chambouler les méninges..je suis tout moite d'émotions...
Quand tu te couche avec le cul qui gratte , ..tu te lèvera avec les doigts qui puent.. " Coluche. "
De tout ceux qui n'ont rien a dire, les plus sages , sont ceux qui se taisent..Daîla Lama ?
Si on considère l'interrogation perplexe tacitement contenue dans la 1ère partie de la sentence de Coluche, il est savoureux (c'est une image), de lire ta phrase signature juste après la citation.
(Toi, depuis que t'as découvert VF, tu ressembles à un môme au pied du sapin, qui sait plus où donner de la tête devant ses cadeaux de noël... 🙂)
(Toi, depuis que t'as découvert VF, tu ressembles à un môme au pied du sapin, qui sait plus où donner de la tête devant ses cadeaux de noël... 🙂)
Bonjour Kola.
Tu as raison Kola..je tâcherai de me modeler..
Amicalement..
Tu as raison Kola..je tâcherai de me modeler..
Amicalement..
De tout ceux qui n'ont rien a dire, les plus sages , sont ceux qui se taisent..Daîla Lama ?
Bonjour Kola.
Philosophie du monde ?..me donne envie de te raconter une petite histoire..Il me semble que l'auteur serai Avicene..
Dans un pays lointains, baignant sous le soleil et la prospérité, un Vizir se rendait au palais affin de vaquer a ses affaires courantes. Cet homme était bienveillant et très aimé de son peuple.. Alors qu'il gravissait les marches menant a son cabinet, il fut surpris d'y croiser la mort. Elle était là , debout , semblant attendre quelqu’un .. Le Vizir pris d’effroi s'empressa de prévenir le Roi. Ce dernier donna immédiatement l'ordre de faire préparer une escorte, veilla a faire sceller les meilleurs pur-sangs, et s'adressa a son Vizir en ces termes. _ Mon Ami, prend un peu de repos, ta famille t'attend dans les meilleurs carrosses que j'ai mis a ta disposition..va a Constantinople ou le meilleur accueil te sera réservé dans un de mes palais. _ Prend le temps qu'il te faudra, je vais moi même m'occuper de cet intruse devant ma porte..va mon ami , va..et le cortège s'ébroua.. Le Roi sorti à son tour..et vit comme son serviteur, la mort présente sur le perron, il l'aborda et lui dit.. _ dit donc toi..qui t’autorise a effrayer mes subordonnés en ce lieu ?..et la mort lui répondit.. _ Excusez moi Messire ..nul était telle mon intention..je fut seulement surprise en voyant votre Vizir ici présent..alors que nous avons rendez-vous ce soir a Constantinople...
Philosophie du monde ?..me donne envie de te raconter une petite histoire..Il me semble que l'auteur serai Avicene..
Dans un pays lointains, baignant sous le soleil et la prospérité, un Vizir se rendait au palais affin de vaquer a ses affaires courantes. Cet homme était bienveillant et très aimé de son peuple.. Alors qu'il gravissait les marches menant a son cabinet, il fut surpris d'y croiser la mort. Elle était là , debout , semblant attendre quelqu’un .. Le Vizir pris d’effroi s'empressa de prévenir le Roi. Ce dernier donna immédiatement l'ordre de faire préparer une escorte, veilla a faire sceller les meilleurs pur-sangs, et s'adressa a son Vizir en ces termes. _ Mon Ami, prend un peu de repos, ta famille t'attend dans les meilleurs carrosses que j'ai mis a ta disposition..va a Constantinople ou le meilleur accueil te sera réservé dans un de mes palais. _ Prend le temps qu'il te faudra, je vais moi même m'occuper de cet intruse devant ma porte..va mon ami , va..et le cortège s'ébroua.. Le Roi sorti à son tour..et vit comme son serviteur, la mort présente sur le perron, il l'aborda et lui dit.. _ dit donc toi..qui t’autorise a effrayer mes subordonnés en ce lieu ?..et la mort lui répondit.. _ Excusez moi Messire ..nul était telle mon intention..je fut seulement surprise en voyant votre Vizir ici présent..alors que nous avons rendez-vous ce soir a Constantinople...
De tout ceux qui n'ont rien a dire, les plus sages , sont ceux qui se taisent..Daîla Lama ?
(Quelle serait pour toi, la morale, la leçon ou la substantifique moëlle... à extraire de ta p'tite histoire ? )
Bonjour Kola..
Il y a deux choses dans ton titre..
1 ) ce n'était pas le sujet du bac philo..donc joker..
2 )..cette histoire ne m'était pas destinée..donc je ne peu pas prétendre répondre a la place du destinataire, .politesse oblige.. Mais je lui reconnais qu'elle se place bien dans le sujet du blog..
Mais il s'agit là , d'une primaire fatalité..il n'y a peut être rien a comprendre..les choses sont..ou ne sont pas ?..Mais tu aurai peut être préféré que je t'écrive " meurtre au soleil ", ou " les mains sales.."
Ce ne serai qu'un plaisir pour moi..et si tu insiste un peu..je te transcrirai le fameux MAHAT BARATTA..
Bonne journée..
Bonjour Kola..
Il y a deux choses dans ton titre..
1 ) ce n'était pas le sujet du bac philo..donc joker..
2 )..cette histoire ne m'était pas destinée..donc je ne peu pas prétendre répondre a la place du destinataire, .politesse oblige.. Mais je lui reconnais qu'elle se place bien dans le sujet du blog..
Mais il s'agit là , d'une primaire fatalité..il n'y a peut être rien a comprendre..les choses sont..ou ne sont pas ?..Mais tu aurai peut être préféré que je t'écrive " meurtre au soleil ", ou " les mains sales.."
Ce ne serai qu'un plaisir pour moi..et si tu insiste un peu..je te transcrirai le fameux MAHAT BARATTA..
Bonne journée..
De tout ceux qui n'ont rien a dire, les plus sages , sont ceux qui se taisent..Daîla Lama ?
Egmore... Tu sembles ignorer que le chemin le plus simple, le plus court, pour aller d'un point à un autre est la ligne droite.
Dans tes réponses aussi tu aimes les chemins de traverse...
Sais-tu que cette parabole intemporelle sur la mort, la fatalité ou ce qui doit arriver arrivera... a été le filigranne d'un roman policier écrit par un auteur tombé un peu dans l'oubli : "Les yeux de la nuit" de William Irish.
Un polar, source de sagesse et de réflexion... vertigineuse. Etonnant ? Non. Tout n'est-il pas contenu dans tout...
Sais-tu que cette parabole intemporelle sur la mort, la fatalité ou ce qui doit arriver arrivera... a été le filigranne d'un roman policier écrit par un auteur tombé un peu dans l'oubli : "Les yeux de la nuit" de William Irish.
Un polar, source de sagesse et de réflexion... vertigineuse. Etonnant ? Non. Tout n'est-il pas contenu dans tout...
.(. Tu sembles ignorer que le chemin le plus simple, le plus court, pour aller d'un point à un autre est la ligne droite. )
A condition toutefois, que les extrémités s’opposent..et ne se croisent jamais..
Que c'est beau la culture..merci Kola..mais je ne lis plus de polard et ne connais pas ton auteur..sorry...a part cela ..oui je sais..je suis d'une complexité indescriptible, insupportable, et controverse..
Difficile a vivre avec ça..c'est bien pour cela que j'ai pris femme ..une Indienne..
A condition toutefois, que les extrémités s’opposent..et ne se croisent jamais..
Que c'est beau la culture..merci Kola..mais je ne lis plus de polard et ne connais pas ton auteur..sorry...a part cela ..oui je sais..je suis d'une complexité indescriptible, insupportable, et controverse..
Difficile a vivre avec ça..c'est bien pour cela que j'ai pris femme ..une Indienne..
De tout ceux qui n'ont rien a dire, les plus sages , sont ceux qui se taisent..Daîla Lama ?
J'aime bien celle-ci gravée sur la tombe de l'auteur d"Alexis Zorba"; Nikos Kazantzakis:
Je n'espère rien, Je ne redoute rien, je suis libre...
Et aussi du même auteur: « Un homme véritable est celui qui résiste, qui lutte et qui n'a pas peur au besoin de dire Non, même à Dieu. »
Il faut cependant connaitre le personnage pour mieux en mesurer la portée.
Les phrases suivantes et celle de ma signature sont mes citations fétiches depuis des années :
"Pour la carotte, le lapin est la parfaite incarnation du Mal."
"Les pattes du canard sont courtes, il est vrai; mais les allonger ne lui apporterait rien."
"Pour la carotte, le lapin est la parfaite incarnation du Mal."
"Les pattes du canard sont courtes, il est vrai; mais les allonger ne lui apporterait rien."
"Old travellers never die, they just smell that way"
Salut
Dans un pays lointains, baignant sous le soleil et la prospérité, un Vizir se rendait au palais affin de vaquer a ses affaires courantes. Cet homme était bienveillant et très aimé de son peuple.. Alors qu'il gravissait les marches menant a son cabinet, il fut surpris d'y croiser la mort. Elle était là , debout , semblant attendre quelqu’un .. Le Vizir pris d’effroi s'empressa de prévenir le Roi. Ce dernier donna immédiatement l'ordre de faire préparer une escorte, veilla a faire sceller les meilleurs pur-sangs, et s'adressa a son Vizir en ces termes. _ Mon Ami, prend un peu de repos, ta famille t'attend dans les meilleurs carrosses que j'ai mis a ta disposition..va a Constantinople ou le meilleur accueil te sera réservé dans un de mes palais. _ Prend le temps qu'il te faudra, je vais moi même m'occuper de cet intruse devant ma porte..va mon ami , va..et le cortège s'ébroua.. Le Roi sorti à son tour..et vit comme son serviteur, la mort présente sur le perron, il l'aborda et lui dit.. _ dit donc toi..qui t’autorise a effrayer mes subordonnés en ce lieu ?..et la mort lui répondit.. _ Excusez moi Messire ..nul était telle mon intention..je fut seulement surprise en voyant votre Vizir ici présent..alors que nous avons rendez-vous ce soir a Constantinople...
Philosophie du monde... Apparemment on ne peut rien contre le destin c'est ce que semble dire ton histoire... J'en ai une un peu plus positive ou réconfortante c'est comme on veut, sur la conduite à tenir dans la vie, et comme je m'intéresse aux rêves... ça se passe aussi en orient dans l'ancienne Mésopotamie;dans un faubourg misérable de Bassorah vivait un homme et sa famille dans une cabane tout près d'un puits à la limite du désert.. Cet homme faisait souvent le même rêve où une voix lui disait: " si tu veux être riche va au Caire..c'est la bas que tu feras fortune!" Le pauvre homme finit par suivre le conseil de la voix et se fit embaucher par une caravane qui effectuait la traversée du désert vers le Caire.. Après plusieurs jours de voyage il arriva à destination, chercha un travail et n'en trouva point ;il fut réduit à la mendicité , fut arrêté par la police et jugé pour vagabondage.. Au tribunal le juge lui demanda ce qu'il faisait au Caire et naïvement celui ci raconta l'histoire de son rêve..Le magistrat ne put s'empêcher de rire et répliqua:" Il faut être vraiment fou pour croire aux rêves!..moi-même j'en fais un qui revient très souvent; je rêve que je suis dans un faubourg d'une ville de Mésopotamie près d'un puits dont l'une des pierres est branlante, je déplace cette pierre et derrière se trouve un coffret plein de pièces d'or! Crois tu que je serais assez stupide pour entreprendre un voyage la bas à la recherche de ce puits?!" A la description qu'en fit le juge le pauvre homme reconnut tout de suite le puits près duquel il vivait et une fois libre il retourna chez lui. Arrivé près de son puits il n'eut aucun mal à déplacer la pierre de la margelle derrière laquelle se trouvait le fabuleux trésor... Proverbe Tzigane : vraiment riche est celui qui porte dans son âme plus de rêves que la réalité n'en peut détruire...
Dans un pays lointains, baignant sous le soleil et la prospérité, un Vizir se rendait au palais affin de vaquer a ses affaires courantes. Cet homme était bienveillant et très aimé de son peuple.. Alors qu'il gravissait les marches menant a son cabinet, il fut surpris d'y croiser la mort. Elle était là , debout , semblant attendre quelqu’un .. Le Vizir pris d’effroi s'empressa de prévenir le Roi. Ce dernier donna immédiatement l'ordre de faire préparer une escorte, veilla a faire sceller les meilleurs pur-sangs, et s'adressa a son Vizir en ces termes. _ Mon Ami, prend un peu de repos, ta famille t'attend dans les meilleurs carrosses que j'ai mis a ta disposition..va a Constantinople ou le meilleur accueil te sera réservé dans un de mes palais. _ Prend le temps qu'il te faudra, je vais moi même m'occuper de cet intruse devant ma porte..va mon ami , va..et le cortège s'ébroua.. Le Roi sorti à son tour..et vit comme son serviteur, la mort présente sur le perron, il l'aborda et lui dit.. _ dit donc toi..qui t’autorise a effrayer mes subordonnés en ce lieu ?..et la mort lui répondit.. _ Excusez moi Messire ..nul était telle mon intention..je fut seulement surprise en voyant votre Vizir ici présent..alors que nous avons rendez-vous ce soir a Constantinople...
Philosophie du monde... Apparemment on ne peut rien contre le destin c'est ce que semble dire ton histoire... J'en ai une un peu plus positive ou réconfortante c'est comme on veut, sur la conduite à tenir dans la vie, et comme je m'intéresse aux rêves... ça se passe aussi en orient dans l'ancienne Mésopotamie;dans un faubourg misérable de Bassorah vivait un homme et sa famille dans une cabane tout près d'un puits à la limite du désert.. Cet homme faisait souvent le même rêve où une voix lui disait: " si tu veux être riche va au Caire..c'est la bas que tu feras fortune!" Le pauvre homme finit par suivre le conseil de la voix et se fit embaucher par une caravane qui effectuait la traversée du désert vers le Caire.. Après plusieurs jours de voyage il arriva à destination, chercha un travail et n'en trouva point ;il fut réduit à la mendicité , fut arrêté par la police et jugé pour vagabondage.. Au tribunal le juge lui demanda ce qu'il faisait au Caire et naïvement celui ci raconta l'histoire de son rêve..Le magistrat ne put s'empêcher de rire et répliqua:" Il faut être vraiment fou pour croire aux rêves!..moi-même j'en fais un qui revient très souvent; je rêve que je suis dans un faubourg d'une ville de Mésopotamie près d'un puits dont l'une des pierres est branlante, je déplace cette pierre et derrière se trouve un coffret plein de pièces d'or! Crois tu que je serais assez stupide pour entreprendre un voyage la bas à la recherche de ce puits?!" A la description qu'en fit le juge le pauvre homme reconnut tout de suite le puits près duquel il vivait et une fois libre il retourna chez lui. Arrivé près de son puits il n'eut aucun mal à déplacer la pierre de la margelle derrière laquelle se trouvait le fabuleux trésor... Proverbe Tzigane : vraiment riche est celui qui porte dans son âme plus de rêves que la réalité n'en peut détruire...
Salut Djalma..
( comme je m'intéresse aux rêves... )
Oui, j'ai vu ta page d'accueil ..mais c'était au temps ou le père était une montagne et la mère était un lac..ou le vent faisait a peine frémir la surface de l'eau et la montagne impassible , ne bougeait pas..
Oui je connais le livre des transformations Djalma..mais il y a longtemps de ça déjà..mais sûr, ton histoire est très belle je vais me la noter...merci..
Oui, j'ai vu ta page d'accueil ..mais c'était au temps ou le père était une montagne et la mère était un lac..ou le vent faisait a peine frémir la surface de l'eau et la montagne impassible , ne bougeait pas..
Oui je connais le livre des transformations Djalma..mais il y a longtemps de ça déjà..mais sûr, ton histoire est très belle je vais me la noter...merci..
De tout ceux qui n'ont rien a dire, les plus sages , sont ceux qui se taisent..Daîla Lama ?
Salut Egmore
Oui je connais le livre des transformations Djalma..mais il y a longtemps de ça déjà..
Alors je t'invite à lire son interprétation par Carl Jung : "commentaire sur le mystère de la fleur d'or" :http://www.cgjung.net/.../yiking/yiking_1.htm
Oui je connais le livre des transformations Djalma..mais il y a longtemps de ça déjà..
Alors je t'invite à lire son interprétation par Carl Jung : "commentaire sur le mystère de la fleur d'or" :http://www.cgjung.net/.../yiking/yiking_1.htm
Bonjour Djalma..
(Alors je t'invite à lire son interprétation par Carl Jung : )
Je te remercie de m'inviter a ta lecture Djalma..surtout que nous avons certainement un bon parcours littéraire en parallèle..Moi aussi dans mon passé , j'aimai a partager cette connaissance et en débattre.. Mais c'était certainement une autre période..depuis que d'eau a coulé du fleuve..et j'ai oublié ce qui t’anime encore..et je t'envie...mais moi j'ai perdu quelque chose..une lumière s'est éteinte..
De temps en temps de vagues souvenirs ressurgissent pour me remettre sur le chemin du vrais..mais vite oublié par la cruautés sociale, a laquelle il faut que je me bat régulièrement pour le sauvetage de mon quotidien.. Du mec penseur que j’étais, apte a l'acceptation d'autres idées que les miennes propres , je suis devenu plus négatif, plus fermé, moins tolérant et plus réactionnaire..plus révolutionnaire.. Donc moins large d’esprit...ce qui fait que je ne lis plus..en tout cas..pas pour l'instant..on verra ça quand je m'emmerderai dans mon jardin a Karikal..si tout se déroule comme prévu..mais bon ! comme tu sais., ça commence plutôt mal. Comme le reste..comme tout. j'en ai..marre de cet éternel recommencement..de cette instabilité permanente, constante, sans jamais de répits..marre de lutter..marre d’apprendre, marre d'accepter..de fléchir.. Voilà ou j'en suis Djalma..a part TITEUF..et moto journal..je ne lis plus rien..me serrais je trop planté ?
(Alors je t'invite à lire son interprétation par Carl Jung : )
Je te remercie de m'inviter a ta lecture Djalma..surtout que nous avons certainement un bon parcours littéraire en parallèle..Moi aussi dans mon passé , j'aimai a partager cette connaissance et en débattre.. Mais c'était certainement une autre période..depuis que d'eau a coulé du fleuve..et j'ai oublié ce qui t’anime encore..et je t'envie...mais moi j'ai perdu quelque chose..une lumière s'est éteinte..
De temps en temps de vagues souvenirs ressurgissent pour me remettre sur le chemin du vrais..mais vite oublié par la cruautés sociale, a laquelle il faut que je me bat régulièrement pour le sauvetage de mon quotidien.. Du mec penseur que j’étais, apte a l'acceptation d'autres idées que les miennes propres , je suis devenu plus négatif, plus fermé, moins tolérant et plus réactionnaire..plus révolutionnaire.. Donc moins large d’esprit...ce qui fait que je ne lis plus..en tout cas..pas pour l'instant..on verra ça quand je m'emmerderai dans mon jardin a Karikal..si tout se déroule comme prévu..mais bon ! comme tu sais., ça commence plutôt mal. Comme le reste..comme tout. j'en ai..marre de cet éternel recommencement..de cette instabilité permanente, constante, sans jamais de répits..marre de lutter..marre d’apprendre, marre d'accepter..de fléchir.. Voilà ou j'en suis Djalma..a part TITEUF..et moto journal..je ne lis plus rien..me serrais je trop planté ?
De tout ceux qui n'ont rien a dire, les plus sages , sont ceux qui se taisent..Daîla Lama ?
(Il y a beaucoup de tristesse dans ton dernier post.)
Bonjour Annunaki..
Oui..tu as certainement raison..un raz le bol passager..ça va me passer..j'ai un sale moment a gérer..qui peu compromettre mes projets..mais on verra bien..
merci..et bonne fin de journée..
Bonjour Annunaki..
Oui..tu as certainement raison..un raz le bol passager..ça va me passer..j'ai un sale moment a gérer..qui peu compromettre mes projets..mais on verra bien..
merci..et bonne fin de journée..
De tout ceux qui n'ont rien a dire, les plus sages , sont ceux qui se taisent..Daîla Lama ?
( Bonjour Djalma )
Philosophie du monde...
Notre histoire se déroule dans une célèbre école au Japon..Le vieux maître y enseignait la sagesse et l' art du comportement juste.. Tout les Enfants des Notables de la région se félicitaient de son enseignement, et les places disponibles étaient chères, et rares.
Un jour, le Maître présenta aux Élèves réguliers, un jeune, issue d'une Famille influente, et leurs demandant un effort particulier afin de lui faciliter son intégration.
Mais les choses se compliquèrent. Depuis l'arrivé de ce dernier, les objets personnels disparaissaient..les corvées d' hygiènes et de propretés étaient souvent inachevés, les fleurs pas régulièrement arrosé..
Les élèves éxèdés s'en plaignirent au Maître en sollicitant son renvoi.
Et le vieux Sage leurs parla ainsi.
- Mes Enfants, je comprends vos revendications..Mais je comprend aussi, que vous savez faire la part entre le bien et le mal. d' où votre jugement expressif et irrévocable a l'encontre du petit dernier venu...Mais voyez vous..les choses qui se présentent à nous , ne sont pas simples..
Je vous invite donc à la réfection suivante...Si vous pensez avoir compris mon enseignement..vous n'avez donc plus rien a apprendre et vous serez libre de partir...Mais lui ? de par ses actes que vous me citez , aura encore tout à apprendre..et cela est mon rôle et ma mission...Et je garderai celui-ci...même s'il fallait que ce soit le seul élève de mon école.
Ainsi parlait Zarasoustra.
Philosophie du monde...
Notre histoire se déroule dans une célèbre école au Japon..Le vieux maître y enseignait la sagesse et l' art du comportement juste.. Tout les Enfants des Notables de la région se félicitaient de son enseignement, et les places disponibles étaient chères, et rares.
Un jour, le Maître présenta aux Élèves réguliers, un jeune, issue d'une Famille influente, et leurs demandant un effort particulier afin de lui faciliter son intégration.
Mais les choses se compliquèrent. Depuis l'arrivé de ce dernier, les objets personnels disparaissaient..les corvées d' hygiènes et de propretés étaient souvent inachevés, les fleurs pas régulièrement arrosé..
Les élèves éxèdés s'en plaignirent au Maître en sollicitant son renvoi.
Et le vieux Sage leurs parla ainsi.
- Mes Enfants, je comprends vos revendications..Mais je comprend aussi, que vous savez faire la part entre le bien et le mal. d' où votre jugement expressif et irrévocable a l'encontre du petit dernier venu...Mais voyez vous..les choses qui se présentent à nous , ne sont pas simples..
Je vous invite donc à la réfection suivante...Si vous pensez avoir compris mon enseignement..vous n'avez donc plus rien a apprendre et vous serez libre de partir...Mais lui ? de par ses actes que vous me citez , aura encore tout à apprendre..et cela est mon rôle et ma mission...Et je garderai celui-ci...même s'il fallait que ce soit le seul élève de mon école.
Ainsi parlait Zarasoustra.
De tout ceux qui n'ont rien a dire, les plus sages , sont ceux qui se taisent..Daîla Lama ?
Et je garderai celui-ci...même s'il fallait que ce soit le seul élève de mon école.
Dans nos écoles de la république non seulement il se serait fait viré mais le directeur aurait fait intervenir la police!car les chefs d'établissement n'ont même plus le courage de régler les problèmes au sein de leur établissement...
Dans nos écoles de la république non seulement il se serait fait viré mais le directeur aurait fait intervenir la police!car les chefs d'établissement n'ont même plus le courage de régler les problèmes au sein de leur établissement...
(les chefs d'établissement n'ont même plus le courage de régler les problèmes au sein de leur établissement...)
Bonjour Djalma.
Parle tu de courage..ou de droit ?..ou d'une incohérence au sein de notre société ? ou d'une incompétence de nos politiques ? ..ou d'un code civil inapproprié, élaboré par nos élus respectifs ?...ou d'une justice dépassé, sans outils adaptés aux diverses situations ? ...tu soulève encore et toujours de ces questions..ou il nous faut la journée pour te répondre..mais j'en parlerai à Kola..sûr qu'elle doit avoir la cléf de ce mystère ! HI ! HI !
Bonjour Djalma.
Parle tu de courage..ou de droit ?..ou d'une incohérence au sein de notre société ? ou d'une incompétence de nos politiques ? ..ou d'un code civil inapproprié, élaboré par nos élus respectifs ?...ou d'une justice dépassé, sans outils adaptés aux diverses situations ? ...tu soulève encore et toujours de ces questions..ou il nous faut la journée pour te répondre..mais j'en parlerai à Kola..sûr qu'elle doit avoir la cléf de ce mystère ! HI ! HI !
De tout ceux qui n'ont rien a dire, les plus sages , sont ceux qui se taisent..Daîla Lama ?
Le monde tel qu'il... maintenant, fait ressortir le côté étrangement suranné de certaines citations et philosophies.
Instantanés métaphoriques de ce qui n'est plus... à l'instar de ces vieilles photos sépia jaunies, instantanés de... ce qui n'est plus !
Autres époques, autres cultures, autres valeurs, autre monde... Rares sont celles dont la sagesse résiste à l'épreuve du temps qui passe.
(Tu voulais me parler de quoi Egmore ?)
Autres époques, autres cultures, autres valeurs, autre monde... Rares sont celles dont la sagesse résiste à l'épreuve du temps qui passe.
(Tu voulais me parler de quoi Egmore ?)
Bonjour Kola.
(Tu voulais me parler de quoi Egmore ?)
Justement je pensai a toi pour m'éclairer sur le sujet en cours..concernant le courage de l'enseignant..ta réponse me semble pas répondre a mes recherches..d'habitude tu es plus expressive et plus précise..je ne puis me satisfaire d'un ( autres temps , autres mœurs )..c'est trop facile..
merci toutefois de ton intervention..te souhaite une excellente journée..
(Tu voulais me parler de quoi Egmore ?)
Justement je pensai a toi pour m'éclairer sur le sujet en cours..concernant le courage de l'enseignant..ta réponse me semble pas répondre a mes recherches..d'habitude tu es plus expressive et plus précise..je ne puis me satisfaire d'un ( autres temps , autres mœurs )..c'est trop facile..
merci toutefois de ton intervention..te souhaite une excellente journée..
De tout ceux qui n'ont rien a dire, les plus sages , sont ceux qui se taisent..Daîla Lama ?
Ma réponse n'était pas destinée à éclairer la question sur le courage de l'enseignement, telle que tu la formules maintenant...
C'était une réflexion (n'est-on pas dans la rubrique adéquate ?) plus vaste sur ce que m'inspire cette discussion et les dernières paraboles postées. Et le raccourci spatio temporel fulgurant opéré par Djalma, entre ta fable sur l'enseignant japonais d'avant et la situation dans les écoles, maintenant.
Relis là dans ce sens, et... à plus tard ? 🙂
C'était une réflexion (n'est-on pas dans la rubrique adéquate ?) plus vaste sur ce que m'inspire cette discussion et les dernières paraboles postées. Et le raccourci spatio temporel fulgurant opéré par Djalma, entre ta fable sur l'enseignant japonais d'avant et la situation dans les écoles, maintenant.
Relis là dans ce sens, et... à plus tard ? 🙂
Hello miss .
(Et le raccourci spatio temporel fulgurant opéré )..ça c'est du Français ..j'y perd un peu mon latin..mais que oui...bien sûr !!..quelle bourde que je fait..
Mais je n'y ai rien pigé..excuse de n'entraver que dalle..faudra me la refaire..mais avec une équation simplifié..tu sais moi mes polars..c'était San Antonio..j'ai pas réussi a pousser plus loin..A si ! du même auteur j'ai lu l'histoire de France..et Les Cons..mais bon..je sort de notre sujet..
Mais soit patiente..je saurai m'instruire..te lire..te comprendre..et peut être même te répondre...laisse moi 24 heures..merci.
(Et le raccourci spatio temporel fulgurant opéré )..ça c'est du Français ..j'y perd un peu mon latin..mais que oui...bien sûr !!..quelle bourde que je fait..
Mais je n'y ai rien pigé..excuse de n'entraver que dalle..faudra me la refaire..mais avec une équation simplifié..tu sais moi mes polars..c'était San Antonio..j'ai pas réussi a pousser plus loin..A si ! du même auteur j'ai lu l'histoire de France..et Les Cons..mais bon..je sort de notre sujet..
Mais soit patiente..je saurai m'instruire..te lire..te comprendre..et peut être même te répondre...laisse moi 24 heures..merci.
De tout ceux qui n'ont rien a dire, les plus sages , sont ceux qui se taisent..Daîla Lama ?
excuse de n'entraver que dalle..faudra me la refaire..mais avec une équation simplifié..tu sais moi mes polars..c'était San Antonio..j'ai pas réussi a pousser plus loin..
Egmore... ne t'auto flagelle pas ainsi... Moi, c'est à San Antonio que j'ai jamais entravé que dalle ! (bon, j'ai pas poussé bien loin non plus !...)
Egmore... ne t'auto flagelle pas ainsi... Moi, c'est à San Antonio que j'ai jamais entravé que dalle ! (bon, j'ai pas poussé bien loin non plus !...)
( Egmore... ne t'auto flagelle pas ainsi... )
Chère Amie..je ne m'énerve pas..j’explique..enfin..je fait une tentative..le spasio temporel relatif et assujetti aux valeurs anthropomorphiquement perçu par mes soins propres, se limitent a une période structurés et définie, selon ce passé prodigué , que j’appellerai , mon vécu. Elle implique des faits et des actes soutenues empiriquement, par le quotidien , qui était lors..l'actuel des choses, et qui comprend notamment, ma culture ou inculture personnelle. Elle s’explique de la façon suivante: Mai 68..on y croyaient en Cohn Bendit.. Jean Beaz..on y croyaient a la fin de la guerre au Viet Nam. Moustaki..on avaient envie d'évasion. Scott Mc Enzie..on avaient tous rendez vous a Frisco. Lenon nous donnait rendez-vous a Katmandu.
Et puis cette grande illusion a prise fin..minutes s'opposait a l'huma..radio carbone 14 a fait des émules..le professeur Choron a généré toutes une génération de nouveaux cons. ..Hara-kiri a fait fureur a coté de Charlie Hebdo..Et nous les jeunes ?..au oubliettes les voltaire, les hugo, et les standal..
Voilà..ce n'est pas plus compliqué que cela..nous avons bénéficié de la culture du moment présent..le seul hic !! il n'était pas très exemplaire ce moment..mais un gosse prend ce qu'on lui donne..n'est ce pas ?
Chère Amie..je ne m'énerve pas..j’explique..enfin..je fait une tentative..le spasio temporel relatif et assujetti aux valeurs anthropomorphiquement perçu par mes soins propres, se limitent a une période structurés et définie, selon ce passé prodigué , que j’appellerai , mon vécu. Elle implique des faits et des actes soutenues empiriquement, par le quotidien , qui était lors..l'actuel des choses, et qui comprend notamment, ma culture ou inculture personnelle. Elle s’explique de la façon suivante: Mai 68..on y croyaient en Cohn Bendit.. Jean Beaz..on y croyaient a la fin de la guerre au Viet Nam. Moustaki..on avaient envie d'évasion. Scott Mc Enzie..on avaient tous rendez vous a Frisco. Lenon nous donnait rendez-vous a Katmandu.
Et puis cette grande illusion a prise fin..minutes s'opposait a l'huma..radio carbone 14 a fait des émules..le professeur Choron a généré toutes une génération de nouveaux cons. ..Hara-kiri a fait fureur a coté de Charlie Hebdo..Et nous les jeunes ?..au oubliettes les voltaire, les hugo, et les standal..
Voilà..ce n'est pas plus compliqué que cela..nous avons bénéficié de la culture du moment présent..le seul hic !! il n'était pas très exemplaire ce moment..mais un gosse prend ce qu'on lui donne..n'est ce pas ?
De tout ceux qui n'ont rien a dire, les plus sages , sont ceux qui se taisent..Daîla Lama ?
ça me donne envie de relire le livre mentionné de Nietzsche.
Si c'est dans le "ainsi parlait Zarathoustra" j'ai dû en oublier une partie! Ce que j'en ai surtout retenu se résume à :" Deviens ce que tu es et fais ce que toi seul peut faire"... c'est pas facile!!
Si c'est dans le "ainsi parlait Zarathoustra" j'ai dû en oublier une partie! Ce que j'en ai surtout retenu se résume à :" Deviens ce que tu es et fais ce que toi seul peut faire"... c'est pas facile!!
HELLO !
C'est l'enfant assis au plus prêt de la source, qui boira l'eau la plus fraîche !..
proverbe Inuit je crois..ou magrébins..
C'est l'enfant assis au plus prêt de la source, qui boira l'eau la plus fraîche !..
proverbe Inuit je crois..ou magrébins..
De tout ceux qui n'ont rien a dire, les plus sages , sont ceux qui se taisent..Daîla Lama ?
"personne ne peut revenir en arrière et faire un nouveau commencement, mais chacun peu commencer maintenant et faire une nouvelle fin"
"Embora ninguém possa voltar atrás e fazer um novo começo, qualquer um pode começar agora e fazer um novo fim."
Chico Xavier
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Qui voudras me décrire en qq lignes le meilleur et le pire souvenir de ses voyages... En ce qui me concerne c'est la contemplation du TAJ MAHAL au petit matin et une attaque de chiens en haut d'un col en GRECE en rentrant d'ISTANBUL. MERCI CHIL
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"It seems to me that poverty would be less painful in the sun" wrote Aznavour...
Not sure...😕 Who can prove that people in hot countries are happier than others? What do you think?
Is it better to live in Montpellier than in Lille? Are the Pygmies happier than the Inuit? Are Canadians less happy than the people of Louisiana? Are there more French expats in hot countries?
And your travels? Do you choose your destinations based on the climate? Do you rejoice when a bit of sunshine appears?
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.
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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. . .
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.Greetings and have a great Sunday.
Puma2A . .

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

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





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We’re a couple aged 58 and 63. We’ve just returned from a wonderful trip to South India in Tamil Nadu and a few days in Kerala. We traveled with a local French-speaking guide and his friend, the driver. They both live in Pondicherry. We spent 3 weeks with them in the most authentic way!
We covered just over 2,500 km and visited not only temples but also archaeological sites, museums, and small artisanal businesses making tiles, tea, sculptures, bronze, and silk spinning. We were lucky enough to visit a public school, attend a wedding, and even a death announcement in a small countryside village. We were fully immersed in the culture, food, noise, and colors—it was incredible!
The hotels and guesthouses we chose were very clean and mostly quiet. We’re returning from India with amazing discoveries!
We’re happy to share more info if you’d like! M-Claire and Jean
We covered just over 2,500 km and visited not only temples but also archaeological sites, museums, and small artisanal businesses making tiles, tea, sculptures, bronze, and silk spinning. We were lucky enough to visit a public school, attend a wedding, and even a death announcement in a small countryside village. We were fully immersed in the culture, food, noise, and colors—it was incredible!
The hotels and guesthouses we chose were very clean and mostly quiet. We’re returning from India with amazing discoveries!
We’re happy to share more info if you’d like! M-Claire and Jean
This catchy and somewhat mysterious title comes from several questions I’ve been asking myself.
VF has been back open for a reasonable number of weeks and months now. The number of visitors overall matches past averages, but the number of members online in the last 24 hours seems relatively lower than what we used to see.
Yet, to my surprise, I’m seeing fewer travel journals, way fewer messages, and way fewer questions. I don’t see many new registered users online, and I notice a number of members who are logged in but either aren’t participating or have stopped participating.
Something’s not adding up for me because, in my opinion, VF is still appealing, and I don’t see which other sites could really compete.
Was there a real break between pre- and post-Covid? Does it just take more time for some people to discover the site or learn that it’s active again? Do people now prefer quick consumption on sites like FB or others I’m not familiar with? Where have the site’s old-timers gone, and what are they doing with their time now? What’s really going on here?
VF has been back open for a reasonable number of weeks and months now. The number of visitors overall matches past averages, but the number of members online in the last 24 hours seems relatively lower than what we used to see.
Yet, to my surprise, I’m seeing fewer travel journals, way fewer messages, and way fewer questions. I don’t see many new registered users online, and I notice a number of members who are logged in but either aren’t participating or have stopped participating.
Something’s not adding up for me because, in my opinion, VF is still appealing, and I don’t see which other sites could really compete.
Was there a real break between pre- and post-Covid? Does it just take more time for some people to discover the site or learn that it’s active again? Do people now prefer quick consumption on sites like FB or others I’m not familiar with? Where have the site’s old-timers gone, and what are they doing with their time now? What’s really going on here?
Hi there,
This isn’t exactly a traveler’s question... I’d like to know who handles the technical side of this forum?
I run a similar forum on a different topic (unrecognized children), and we’re dealing with a few technical issues that are slowly killing our forum... so I’d have one or two questions to ask 😊.
Also, I was wondering who created this forum... who the administrators or moderators are, etc.
I think this forum is great. Much better than Facebook, which I’ve been using since it shut down (so I’m happy to see it’s working again...)
This isn’t exactly a traveler’s question... I’d like to know who handles the technical side of this forum?
I run a similar forum on a different topic (unrecognized children), and we’re dealing with a few technical issues that are slowly killing our forum... so I’d have one or two questions to ask 😊.
Also, I was wondering who created this forum... who the administrators or moderators are, etc.
I think this forum is great. Much better than Facebook, which I’ve been using since it shut down (so I’m happy to see it’s working again...)
Hi there, I’ve been traveling for 18 years now, at least 6 months a year, and as the years go by, I actually enjoy coming back to France more and more—a feeling I struggled with at first. I mean, we always think the grass is greener elsewhere.
But in the end, I find meaning in that saying about how there’s no place like home. I still love traveling just as much, but now my trips are shorter, and I enjoy spending more time in our beautiful country, even though I don’t hesitate to criticize it.
How about you? How do you handle coming back from your travels?
A few years ago, I went with a group of friends to lend a hand at a small rural school near Thiès, Senegal.
It was a relaxed but hardworking atmosphere—hands in the mortar, laughter, exchanges, and everything that a COOPERATION project can bring.
Today, the little project is flying on its own.
Wanting to explore Senegal’s riches, we set off for some tourism in the Siné Saloum. One girl in our group fell ill (a malaria attack), and we decided to take her to see a doctor at a large tourist complex nearby. Despite her condition, we had to "show our credentials" (if I may say so) just to get in. She was treated and has been fine since.
This "stop" at a Club Med-style resort with a Teutonic twist—resembling Le Grau-du-Roi but fancier—was a horror show for us: pools, massive artificial basins dyed blue, pink, or green (!!!!), animators shouting around wet T-shirt contests or coconut tree climbing, and sunburned (or sun-pinked) *toubabs*. The entire hotel was surrounded by a huge wall, behind which a small souvenir-seller slum had sprung up, worthy of Dakar’s outer neighborhoods. On leaving, we saw a minibus of guests returning from an "excursion," loaded with masks, fabrics, and djembés—African souvenirs? Maybe those will be *theirs*? What impression did the kids clustered at the hotel gates get? What about the Black servers in "traditional African costumes," serving cocktails and ice cream nonstop?
For me, who experienced Africa very young and in the bush, this remains a haunting image.
On VF, this kind of vacation doesn’t seem to be the norm among users, and that’s exactly why I signed up.
Have you ever experienced this kind of interstellar travel? Do you understand the Martians? Are their motivations peaceful?
Wanting to explore Senegal’s riches, we set off for some tourism in the Siné Saloum. One girl in our group fell ill (a malaria attack), and we decided to take her to see a doctor at a large tourist complex nearby. Despite her condition, we had to "show our credentials" (if I may say so) just to get in. She was treated and has been fine since.
This "stop" at a Club Med-style resort with a Teutonic twist—resembling Le Grau-du-Roi but fancier—was a horror show for us: pools, massive artificial basins dyed blue, pink, or green (!!!!), animators shouting around wet T-shirt contests or coconut tree climbing, and sunburned (or sun-pinked) *toubabs*. The entire hotel was surrounded by a huge wall, behind which a small souvenir-seller slum had sprung up, worthy of Dakar’s outer neighborhoods. On leaving, we saw a minibus of guests returning from an "excursion," loaded with masks, fabrics, and djembés—African souvenirs? Maybe those will be *theirs*? What impression did the kids clustered at the hotel gates get? What about the Black servers in "traditional African costumes," serving cocktails and ice cream nonstop?
For me, who experienced Africa very young and in the bush, this remains a haunting image.
On VF, this kind of vacation doesn’t seem to be the norm among users, and that’s exactly why I signed up.
Have you ever experienced this kind of interstellar travel? Do you understand the Martians? Are their motivations peaceful?