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Plus de 60 ans? Comment voyagez-vous?
by Hannahannah
This discussion is in French, the community’s main language.
bonjour
juste pour me réjouir avec vous de ce que vous faites et de vos beaux voyages, nous sommes tous différents et c'est ce qui fait la richesse de notre humanité, toujours partir à la découverte émerveillés ...ici ou ailleurs je voyage seule, je pars 2 mois en Inde à Calcutta puis au Népal , je vais travailler enfin c'est un bien grand mot .....surtout partager la vie et le quotidien des plus démunis...mais quelle richesse!!! je vous souhaite de beaux voyages
cordialement
Thérèse
juste pour me réjouir avec vous de ce que vous faites et de vos beaux voyages, nous sommes tous différents et c'est ce qui fait la richesse de notre humanité, toujours partir à la découverte émerveillés ...ici ou ailleurs je voyage seule, je pars 2 mois en Inde à Calcutta puis au Népal , je vais travailler enfin c'est un bien grand mot .....surtout partager la vie et le quotidien des plus démunis...mais quelle richesse!!! je vous souhaite de beaux voyages
cordialement
Thérèse
viva l'aventura
A 66 ans, retraitée, j'ai maintenant du temps pour voyager .... Mais du fait de ma maladie de Parkinson, je suis moins à l'aise dans mes mouvements et je crains d'être en difficulté ... Aussi je choisis des circuits organisés et accompagnés, avec des prestations peut- etre un peu chères mais sécurisantes pour moi : je pars avec une amie,
Mai 2015 circuit PEROU.BOLIVIE - 4 semaines . Opérateur "Gaston Salaze" : voyage extraordinaire ... Le Soroche ? Mal au crâne 1 nuit !! Sinon RAS ... Quelques montées ( les Andes ...) un peu difficiles mais aide du groupe ( petit groupe de 14 personnes), très bonnes conditions de transport, d'hébergement, d'accueil
Cela a un coût mais je ne peux plus voyager comme avant ...les escapades à l'aventure pas pour moi !
Prudence : faire en fonction de ses moyens physiques, bien organiser son circuit.
Et voyager !!!
Salut,
J'ai 69 ans. et québécois. En janvier nous allons à Roatan au Honduras.
A 60 ans, je suis allé en Espagne. A 61 ans à Cuba A 62 ans j'ai "grimpé" un volcan au El Salvador A 62 ans, j'ai fait le sentier de 4 jours menant au Machu Picchu A 63 ans, 2 croisières A 63 ans je suis allé au Camp de Base de l'Everest.. Depuis : Cuba, Costa Rica, Italie, Mexique, Boston
Non, pas trop vieux pour voyager.
J'ai 69 ans. et québécois. En janvier nous allons à Roatan au Honduras.
A 60 ans, je suis allé en Espagne. A 61 ans à Cuba A 62 ans j'ai "grimpé" un volcan au El Salvador A 62 ans, j'ai fait le sentier de 4 jours menant au Machu Picchu A 63 ans, 2 croisières A 63 ans je suis allé au Camp de Base de l'Everest.. Depuis : Cuba, Costa Rica, Italie, Mexique, Boston
Non, pas trop vieux pour voyager.
A 60 ans, je suis allé en Espagne.
A 61 ans à Cuba
A 62 ans j'ai "grimpé" un volcan au El Salvador
A 62 ans, j'ai fait le sentier de 4 jours menant au Machu Picchu
A 63 ans, 2 croisières
A 63 ans je suis allé au Camp de Base de l'Everest..
A 69 ans tu devrais commencer le vélo!😏 http://lci.tf1.fr/jt-13h/videos/2012/a-101-ans-robert-marchand-veut-battre-tous-les-records-7558556.html
A 69 ans tu devrais commencer le vélo!😏 http://lci.tf1.fr/jt-13h/videos/2012/a-101-ans-robert-marchand-veut-battre-tous-les-records-7558556.html
Bonjour,
Mon mari et moi avons passé les 70 ans. Nous continuons à voyager sans arrière pensée!
Certes, nous recherchons maintenant un peu plus de confort mais quelques épisodes plus aventureux ne sont pas faits pour nous déplaire!
Les précautions: check-up avant le départ et assurance d'un lieu de soins proche et fiable au cas où...
Prochaine destination: Laos/Birmanie.
Précédents voyages: Madagascar, Argentine/Bolivie/ Pérou, etc.
Chaque fois nous revenons rajeunis!
Et , bien sûr, nous avons encore des projets pour quelques années!
Oublions notre âge. Tout (ou presque!?) est dans le coeur et dans la tête!
Fraternellement.
Margg
Bonjour,
Des tas de profils intéressants et sympathiques depuis trois mois sur cette discussion .
De nombreuses façons de voyager , d'ouvrir les yeux , de découvrir le monde , à des âges parfois fort avancés .
C'est clair en lisant tout cela que tant que la santé tient , même avec des bobos ici et là , l'âge n'est pas un empêchement , tant que la motivation est là .
Tu as vraiment eu une très bonne idée en ouvrant cette discussion .
Des tas de profils intéressants et sympathiques depuis trois mois sur cette discussion .
De nombreuses façons de voyager , d'ouvrir les yeux , de découvrir le monde , à des âges parfois fort avancés .
C'est clair en lisant tout cela que tant que la santé tient , même avec des bobos ici et là , l'âge n'est pas un empêchement , tant que la motivation est là .
Tu as vraiment eu une très bonne idée en ouvrant cette discussion .
"La vie est un voyage qui se vit au présent ou jamais ...."
Bonjour!
J'aurai 65 ans en février prochain. Depuis déjà 8 ans je voyage à chaque année pour des périodes variant de 3 a 5 mois.
J'ai toujours voyagé et ça même pour le travail. Le voyage c'est ma passion.
Je voyage toujours seul et j'adore ça. Je voyage budget.
Le but de mes voyages est toujours de rencontrer des gens du pays et ainsi de découvrir le plus possible sur le pays et la culture. Je peux dire aujourd'hui que j'ai fait le tour du monde...au moins 2 fois....tous les continents.
Je suis un mec sportifs et en santé (Thanks God). Je planifie mes voyages mais je me laisse beaucoup de liberté sur mon itinéraire. Je m'adapte facilement. Chez moi c'est le grand confort...mais en voyage je me contente de peu du moment ou je fais de belles rencontres.
Voilà......
Ro
C'est déjà beau et courageux de faire tout cela ! Bravo
J'espère pouvoir continuer longtemps à aller au Mexique
A pied, à cheval, en voiture, mais surtout à vélo !
Au hasard d'une discussion sur le forum Espagne je me suis rendue compte que certains pensent qu'il faut se ménager, ou ménager son entourage , après la soixantaine .
Perso , j'ai 67 ans , je ne change rien à mes habitudes , sauf un rythme un peu plus doux , mais à la retraite on a plus de temps , et avec plus d' appréhension au niveau des grosses chaleurs .
Alors je lance ce post , vous sentez vous trop vieux pour voyager d'une certaine façon , avez vous besoin de plus de confort , à vos claviers , dans le respect du rythme de chacun 😎😎
Cordialement,
Hannah
Bonjour. A 60 ans, je suis partie sac au dos et mon book guide pour l'inde puis la chine de l'ouest l année suivante. Ensuite, j ai senti la fatigue de porter un gros sac au dos '(+ 2 fois compostelle) je flane, à mon rythme plus doux, et dans la contemplation. L envie de "voyager" me reprend, avec ma voiture, sièges rabattus, ma tente, au hasard des petits chemins, des villages inspirants, des paysages... 68 ans, je projette de prendre un pti fourgon aménagé simple, m'évitant de monter ma tente pour une seule nuit, et porter du matos. Je peux m'arrêter quand j ai envie, quand le besoin de dormir vient, ou un coucher de soleil. C est une vraie liberté en respectant mon rythme un peu plus lent, respectueux de moi et de la planète. Très loin, je voudrais bien, cherchant une formule économique et solidaire, en colombie britannique, en Mongolie..... J aime la simplicité. Nul besoin d'un micro onde, d'un wc chimique! La nomade en moi se manifeste. Petites infos sont les bienvenues.
Perso , j'ai 67 ans , je ne change rien à mes habitudes , sauf un rythme un peu plus doux , mais à la retraite on a plus de temps , et avec plus d' appréhension au niveau des grosses chaleurs .
Alors je lance ce post , vous sentez vous trop vieux pour voyager d'une certaine façon , avez vous besoin de plus de confort , à vos claviers , dans le respect du rythme de chacun 😎😎
Cordialement,
Hannah
Bonjour. A 60 ans, je suis partie sac au dos et mon book guide pour l'inde puis la chine de l'ouest l année suivante. Ensuite, j ai senti la fatigue de porter un gros sac au dos '(+ 2 fois compostelle) je flane, à mon rythme plus doux, et dans la contemplation. L envie de "voyager" me reprend, avec ma voiture, sièges rabattus, ma tente, au hasard des petits chemins, des villages inspirants, des paysages... 68 ans, je projette de prendre un pti fourgon aménagé simple, m'évitant de monter ma tente pour une seule nuit, et porter du matos. Je peux m'arrêter quand j ai envie, quand le besoin de dormir vient, ou un coucher de soleil. C est une vraie liberté en respectant mon rythme un peu plus lent, respectueux de moi et de la planète. Très loin, je voudrais bien, cherchant une formule économique et solidaire, en colombie britannique, en Mongolie..... J aime la simplicité. Nul besoin d'un micro onde, d'un wc chimique! La nomade en moi se manifeste. Petites infos sont les bienvenues.
matwa
Sans aller jusqu'au fourgon, avec une bonne routière on a généralement des sièges inclinables (à condition de libérer la banquette arrière au moins d'un côté) qui sont confortables pour y passer la nuit au sec, au chaud et loin des moustiques. Pour dormir dehors il y a les lits pliants type militaires qui sont confortables aussi. Nécessitent un petit matelas et un oreiller. J'ai toujours une tente, mais je ne la monte jamais. Lent, fatiguant, et le terrain ne s'y prête pas souvent. Et franchement difficile qu'on on s'arrête en pleine nuit.
"Si vous pensez que l'aventure est dangereuse, je vous propose d'essayer la routine... elle est mortelle." Paolo Coelho
Bon matin,
J'ai déjà écrit ici, mais je veux ajouter suite à tout ce que je peux lire que oui la santé est surement et sans aucun doute la considération la plus importante.
J'ai toujours fait du sport et ça depuis 40 ans; j'en ai 64.
L'an passé pendant mon trip de 5 mois j'ai commencé par 3 semaines de plongée en Indonésie, Flores (Komodo Parc). sur mon chemin du retour après 1 mois au Japon je suis arrêté visiter mon fils (38 ans) qui travaille en Tunisie. Sans s'en rendre compte il m'a fait un SUPER de beau compliment: Il a dit a son copain: ~Si mon père a pris des cours de plongé a 63 ans et qu'il est allé faire 3 semaines de plongé en Indonésie, alors moi je peux tout faire~
J'ai été très heureux d'entendre ce ommentaires.
Si on a la santé et la passion de la vie, de découvrir mais surtout de vivre pleinement, voyager de part le monde est extraordinaire.
Allez, essayez...vous comprendrez.......passé 60 et 65 ans on a la RICHESSE d'avoir le TEMPS. Bon voyage
Si on a la santé et la passion de la vie, de découvrir mais surtout de vivre pleinement, voyager de part le monde est extraordinaire.
Allez, essayez...vous comprendrez.......passé 60 et 65 ans on a la RICHESSE d'avoir le TEMPS. Bon voyage
Ro
Merci Antlia. Les choix de chacun dépendent, de ses besoins physiques, et aussi du climat. Ici, en france, les nuits fraiches, même sans moustique, me paraissent difficiles pour dormir dehors avec un lit militaire!!! J expérimente, et vois ce qui est bon, ou qu'il faut améliorer. Bien à vous.
matwa
64 ans, avec l'âge, pour moi le plus difficile est le décalage horaire et les longues heures de vol.
J'ai trouvé une solution, départ en avion et retour en bateau.
Donc, je reviens en bonne forme et prête à recommencer.
Nous voyageons aussi différemment, nous prenons plus souvent le train et restons plus longtemps dans les endroits visités, ce qui nous permet de vivre au rythme de la ville.
J'ai trouvé une solution, départ en avion et retour en bateau.
Donc, je reviens en bonne forme et prête à recommencer.
Nous voyageons aussi différemment, nous prenons plus souvent le train et restons plus longtemps dans les endroits visités, ce qui nous permet de vivre au rythme de la ville.
GinDem
Encore plus de raisons de voyager ! Les voyages forment la jeunesse .... ET LA CONSERVE ! Moi, j'ai 71 ans et je taille encore la piste en moto pendant des jours au Laos , Cambodge et Vietnam. Le secret ? Pas de McDo, de coca et autres cochonneries, mais de bons petits plats qui varient tous les jours, pas d'avachissement devant la télé pendant des heures, de la bicyclette tous les jours, ascenseurs moi pas connaitre, et je m'entoure de jeunes car l'esprit de jeunesse est contagieux !
Méfiez-vous de la vie, car les ratés ne vous rateront pas!
Bons principes de vie ! Et tu as de la chance d'avoir des "vrais" jeunes dans ton environnement. Car, que ce soit dans l'amère patrie ou, pire encore, où je suis (Paraguay), ils ne s'intéressent à rien et surtout pas à voyager. Ils s'empiffrent de malbouffe et de Coca, ne décollent pas de leur smartphone et de leur Facebook.
Bon, une éducatrice française rencontrée à Valparaiso me jure qu'en Argentine il y a des jeunes, motivés pour voyager, mais n'en ayant pas les moyens, car ils n'ont accès qu'à des petits boulots qui rapportent juste pour leur survie, mais pas plus. J'espère en rencontrer...
Note : au sujet de la malbouffe il commence à être dit que les actuels jeunes ne feront pas de vieux os. Ce qui était évident pour le biologiste que je suis qui a étudié la physiologie de la nutrition mais contraire à l'idéologie du "progrès". En effet des expériences ont montré que des populations de rats nourris avec juste ce qui leur faut ont une espérance de vie bien plus grande que d'autres qui ont accès à une nourriture non contrôlée. Il est aussi dit que les obésités de plus en plus nombreuses et ce dans tous les pays font maintenant plus de dégâts que la famine.
Bon, une éducatrice française rencontrée à Valparaiso me jure qu'en Argentine il y a des jeunes, motivés pour voyager, mais n'en ayant pas les moyens, car ils n'ont accès qu'à des petits boulots qui rapportent juste pour leur survie, mais pas plus. J'espère en rencontrer...
Note : au sujet de la malbouffe il commence à être dit que les actuels jeunes ne feront pas de vieux os. Ce qui était évident pour le biologiste que je suis qui a étudié la physiologie de la nutrition mais contraire à l'idéologie du "progrès". En effet des expériences ont montré que des populations de rats nourris avec juste ce qui leur faut ont une espérance de vie bien plus grande que d'autres qui ont accès à une nourriture non contrôlée. Il est aussi dit que les obésités de plus en plus nombreuses et ce dans tous les pays font maintenant plus de dégâts que la famine.
"Si vous pensez que l'aventure est dangereuse, je vous propose d'essayer la routine... elle est mortelle." Paolo Coelho
C'est pour cela que j'aime beaucoup le Vietnam, comparé à la Thailande où j'ai vécu 7 ans. La majorité des jeunes ont une soif d'apprendre incroyable donc, par ex, partout où vous vous baladez, des jeunes vont s'approcher de vous pour se parfaire en anglais (ou en français)
Je connais bien la malbouffe, j'ai vécu 35 ans aux USA ; l'horreur ! Des gamins obèses et des adultes qui peuvent à peine marcher et ne peuvent pas grimper 2 étages sans s'arrêter au milieu. Je pensais que que les français seraient les derniers à s'y mettre ; c'est pourtant pas difficile ni long de faire un petit plat sain ! Ca ne leur arrivera pas ici, il y a UN KFC à Hanoi point final ! Quant au smartphone, c'est devenu une vraie drogue partout dans le monde ! En février, j'étais à Bangkok pour qq jours et ai souvent prix le métro et train aérien, j'étais le seul crétin dans tous les wagons à ne pas jouer avec ce bidule ; en fait, je n'en ai m^ême pas et ne m'en porte pas plus mal !
Je connais bien la malbouffe, j'ai vécu 35 ans aux USA ; l'horreur ! Des gamins obèses et des adultes qui peuvent à peine marcher et ne peuvent pas grimper 2 étages sans s'arrêter au milieu. Je pensais que que les français seraient les derniers à s'y mettre ; c'est pourtant pas difficile ni long de faire un petit plat sain ! Ca ne leur arrivera pas ici, il y a UN KFC à Hanoi point final ! Quant au smartphone, c'est devenu une vraie drogue partout dans le monde ! En février, j'étais à Bangkok pour qq jours et ai souvent prix le métro et train aérien, j'étais le seul crétin dans tous les wagons à ne pas jouer avec ce bidule ; en fait, je n'en ai m^ême pas et ne m'en porte pas plus mal !
Méfiez-vous de la vie, car les ratés ne vous rateront pas!
Note : au sujet de la malbouffe il commence à être dit que les actuels jeunes ne feront pas de vieux os. Ce qui était évident pour le biologiste que je suis qui a étudié la physiologie de la nutrition mais contraire à l'idéologie du "progrès". En effet des expériences ont montré que des populations de rats nourris avec juste ce qui leur faut ont une espérance de vie bien plus grande que d'autres qui ont accès à une nourriture non contrôlée. Il est aussi dit que les obésités de plus en plus nombreuses et ce dans tous les pays font maintenant plus de dégâts que la famine.
Si ce sujet t'intéresse, voici un bouquin qui pourrait facilement remplacer le pianotage FB ou smartphone pendant les pauses... La malbouffe est ce qui tue le plus à travers le monde, c'est clairement expliqué ici:
http://www.amazon.fr/Toxic-Ob%C3%A9sit%C3%A9-malbouffe-maladies-coupables/dp/2290006297/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1443212481&sr=1-1&keywords=toxic
Pour autant que tu réussisses à te le procurer bien sûr 😉
Suerte !
Si ce sujet t'intéresse, voici un bouquin qui pourrait facilement remplacer le pianotage FB ou smartphone pendant les pauses... La malbouffe est ce qui tue le plus à travers le monde, c'est clairement expliqué ici:
http://www.amazon.fr/Toxic-Ob%C3%A9sit%C3%A9-malbouffe-maladies-coupables/dp/2290006297/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1443212481&sr=1-1&keywords=toxic
Pour autant que tu réussisses à te le procurer bien sûr 😉
Suerte !
Faby
Bonjour
J'ai 59 ans et ai voyagé presque toute ma vie sac à dos et en transports locaux.Depuis quelques années je voyage seule et je trouve cela extraordinaire au point que je refuse de partir avec quelqu'un, de toute façon en voyage on est jamais seul, personnellement je fais des tonnes de rencontres. Par contre ce qui m'étonne je ne rencontre jamais de personnes seules de ma génération et pourtant je pars 5 semaines en été et toutes les 6 semaines je fais des voyages plus courts. Quelque fois j'aimerais échanger avec des gens de ma génération. Anne-Elise
J'ai 59 ans et ai voyagé presque toute ma vie sac à dos et en transports locaux.Depuis quelques années je voyage seule et je trouve cela extraordinaire au point que je refuse de partir avec quelqu'un, de toute façon en voyage on est jamais seul, personnellement je fais des tonnes de rencontres. Par contre ce qui m'étonne je ne rencontre jamais de personnes seules de ma génération et pourtant je pars 5 semaines en été et toutes les 6 semaines je fais des voyages plus courts. Quelque fois j'aimerais échanger avec des gens de ma génération. Anne-Elise
Quelque fois j'aimerais échanger avec des gens de ma génération.
Anne-Elise
Dans ce cas, pourquoi refuser les propositions de voyage de ton entourage ? Faut pas croire, à deux aussi on fait de très belles rencontres en voyage, tout dépend de son état d'esprit et non pas du nombre qu'on est 🙂
Dans ce cas, pourquoi refuser les propositions de voyage de ton entourage ? Faut pas croire, à deux aussi on fait de très belles rencontres en voyage, tout dépend de son état d'esprit et non pas du nombre qu'on est 🙂
Faby
Moi j'ai 65 ans...dans 3 mois...;-)
Depuis déjà 10 ans je voyage toujours seul et j'ADORE ça. Ça me permet de rencontrer BEAUCOUP de gens de toutes les générations. Je me fais de bon contacts qui me font découvrir des choses que je ne pourrais pas voir, faire ou même rencontrer autrement (ex: Japon) .
Prochain départ février prochain pour 4 mois en Amérique du sud. Là, j'essai d'apprendre un peu de portuguais....
Bon weekend
Prochain départ février prochain pour 4 mois en Amérique du sud. Là, j'essai d'apprendre un peu de portuguais....
Bon weekend
Ro
Bon voyage en Amérique du Sud que je connais pas mal pour y aller au moins une fois par an. Parlez vous espagnol?
En février je serai à Mayotte et Anjouan.
Bon voyage
Anne-Elise
Bonjour
Je ne souhaite pas voyager avec mes amis cat passer 5 semaines avec la même personne n'est pas du tout la même choses que des rencontres ponctuelles et d'autre part aucun de mes amis ne souhaite voyager sac à dos en transport locaux sans réservation préalable comme je le fais. Voyager c'est aller dans un endroit où personne ne vous attend, ce n'est pas de moi mais c'est ma devise.
Bon we
Anne-Elise
Comme toi je voyage seule depuis quelques temps et je trouve ça génial.
Bien cordialement.
Patoune
Patoune
vivre simplement pour que simplement les autres puissent vivre.
Je ne souhaite pas voyager avec mes amis cat passer 5 semaines avec la même personne n'est pas du tout la même choses que des rencontres ponctuelles
C'est justement ce que j'essayais de t'expliquer, l'un n'empêche pas l'autre.
et d'autre part aucun de mes amis ne souhaite voyager sac à dos en transport locaux sans réservation préalable comme je le fais
Ok, ça c'est un argument qui justifie effectivement que tu préfères partir seule 😉 mais que tu n'avais pas précisé précédemment, d'où mon incompréhension.
bonne soirée,
C'est justement ce que j'essayais de t'expliquer, l'un n'empêche pas l'autre.
et d'autre part aucun de mes amis ne souhaite voyager sac à dos en transport locaux sans réservation préalable comme je le fais
Ok, ça c'est un argument qui justifie effectivement que tu préfères partir seule 😉 mais que tu n'avais pas précisé précédemment, d'où mon incompréhension.
bonne soirée,
Faby
J'ai aussi plus de soixante ans. Je viens rentre d'un voyage de deux mois en Chine seule sans tour organisé, faisant selon mon humeur et je ne parle pas le chinois . Ça n'a pas été simple.
Alors pour le prochain voyage, je pense chercher une compagne ou un compagnon de route.
On est plus fort à deux que seul.
Faites comme moi à 72 ans : fréquenter des JEUNES et non pas des gens de votre génération !
Pas sûr qu'il y ait beaucoup de jeunes que cela intéresse ! Pour ma part à 25 ans je ne me serais pas un seul instant imaginé voyager avec une personne de 72 ans!
Pas sûr qu'il y ait beaucoup de jeunes que cela intéresse ! Pour ma part à 25 ans je ne me serais pas un seul instant imaginé voyager avec une personne de 72 ans!
Eh bien, vous avez tort ! J'en connais, dont moi, qui sont dans une forme évblouissante, sont très marrants, et ont autre chose à dire que les banalités de la majorité des jeunes d'aujourd'hui ! C'est hélas l'attitude générale des jeunes de prendre tous les "vieux" pour des schnocks (et de considérer un 40 ans comme déjà un croulant), alors qu'ils pourraient leur en apprendre et remontrer tous les jours
Méfiez-vous de la vie, car les ratés ne vous rateront pas!
Bonjour Djalma, on vit parfois des expériences très intéressantes avec des personnes beaucoup plus jeunes. Pour ma part j'en ai vécu au moins deux:
une traversée du désert de l'Atacama en 40 jours à 60 ans avec une jeune femme de 31 ans
et une traversée des Alpes sur 5 pays en 22 jours à 62 avec un jeune de 22.
Ce furent deux expériences extraordinaires. Il faut dire que c'est le goût du sport et de l'effort intense qui permet de telles associations, car ces traversées nous les avons effectuées à vélo. Et je pense que je n'ai pas été le seul à trouver ces expériences superbes.
Peut-être cela vient-il de ma jeunesse où mon meilleur camarade dans les aventures de montagne et autres était mon père.
Donc ne pas hésiter à tenter les associations improbables.😏
http://voyageforum.com/v.f?post=6627816;#6627816
http://voyageforum.com/v.f?post=7161306;#7161306
Luc
http://voyageforum.com/v.f?post=6627816;#6627816
http://voyageforum.com/v.f?post=7161306;#7161306
Luc
Bonjour Larsay, Djamal, tous. Je ne crois pas à l'intéret d'une bataille intergenerationnelle. Nous sommes "voyageurs" semblables, uniques dans nos différences, quelque soit l'âge. J ai 68 ans. Je fais des Rencontres formidables, très riches, au Hasard de mes "flaneries".IL y a des Jeunes d'une belle énergie et conscience. IL y a des plus agés très riches intérieurement. ET il y a des esprits et consciences moins ouverts. Je me réjouies de toutes ces rencontres. Je suis une pélérine sur Terre, réalisée par Compostelle, je suis partie pour mes 1ers voyages en baroudeuse, avec le sac, le carnet d'aquarelle, en solo, à 60 ans, en Inde sud, la chine ouest-Tibet est. j'ai pris un rythme différent faisant l'éloge de la Lenteur et de la Beauté sur Terre. Je Flane... avec ma voiture, ma tente.... et je verrai ensuite.. Jaimerais rencontrer qq peuples fondamentaux... Je n ai plus trop envie de porter un sac de 10 kg sur mon dos. C est tout. le voyage en solo, permet toutes les rencontres. je suis sourde sévère, oraliste. Bon voyage
matwa
Eh bien, vous avez tort ! J'en connais, dont moi, qui sont dans une forme évblouissante
Sur les autres critère ok mais sur la forme physique, croire qu'à 70 ans ont pu suivre un jeune de 25 ans (qui n'a pas de problème physique chronique), c'est assez amusant.
Le jeune va forcément être brider dans les choix des activités et dans la vitesse des visites.
Sur les autres critère ok mais sur la forme physique, croire qu'à 70 ans ont pu suivre un jeune de 25 ans (qui n'a pas de problème physique chronique), c'est assez amusant.
Le jeune va forcément être brider dans les choix des activités et dans la vitesse des visites.
"Un bivouac c'est un peu comme le dépucelage et la première cuite, une espèce de rite qui fais de toi un homme" (MonsieurHenri du site randonner-léger.org).
Récits de mes voyages : http://les-voyages-andre.blogspot.fr/
Récits de mes voyages : http://les-voyages-andre.blogspot.fr/
Bonsoir André, il y a des personnes qui ont toujours une pêche d'enfer à, plus de 70 ans. J'ai fait le tour du Mékong avec un homme de 68 ans et à vélo on tournait à plus de 100 km par jour, parfois 150, avec souvent plus de 35 degrés et cela sur 4000 km. Mon père à 77 ans faisait encore des courses à ski de fond de 80 à 100 km et il se classait pas si mal, et puis le grand alpiniste Ricardo Cassin a grimpé pour la dernière fois la face nord du Piz Badile, paroi très difficile de 800 m à 78 ans. J'ai croisé un homme en solo au Laos il y a quelques années sac au dos qui allait d'un bon rythme, il avait 80 ans. Si j'ai fait ces différentes expériences je pense que beaucoup d'autres les ont faites aussi.
Luc
J'ai marché avec des personnes de 70 ans qui peinaient bien moins que moi, qui n'avais même pas la moitié de leur âge à l'époque 😉 L'entraînement y est pour bcp, donc si on a la chance d'avoir la santé, je pense qu'on peut être encore très performant à 70 ans.
Faby
Bonsoir Faby, ton club Bic ça a l'air sympa, bien dans l'air du temps Philippe Muray aurait bien aimé😏;
Pour aller encore plus loin, un Japonais a descendu la vallée blanche à ski à 99 ans, et comme les gènes ont sans doute quelque chose à voir, son fils a grimpé l’Everest à 83 ans. Théodore Monod continuait ses investigations à plus de 90 ans dans l'inconfort des bivouacs dans le désert. Et que dire du fameux Robert, qui a établi le record de l'heure à vélo plus de 20 km alors qu'il avait 100 ans. Et le toubib qui le suit, dit que ces capacités physiques ont augmenté après 100 ans.
Mais bon ne rêvons pas non plus, la vie ne tient à un souffle et même à 20 ans la vie ne tient qu'à un fil, dont on ne maîtrise pas la solidité.C'est justement pour cela qu'il faut rester ²insouciant, voire inconscient face au vieillissement, et ne pas se soucier du moment où l'heure sonnera. Mais il ne faut pas non plus refuser de vieillir et s'imaginer éternellement jeune. Donc garder la lucidité pour ne pas être la risée des plus jeunes.
Bon on ne va pas attaquer un cours de philosophie au sujet de l'homme face à l’inexorable écoulement du temps. Mais on peut toujours se raccrocher à la théorie de la relativité restreinte d' Einstein: le temps ralentit en fonction de la vitesse, en fonction de radical de 1 - vitesse au carré sur célérité de la vitesse au carré; donc si on atteint la vitesse de la lumière le temps s'arrête et on devient éternel. Mais dans ce cas la théorie dit que notre masse devient infinie et que l'univers entier s'écroule sur nous.😠
Bonsoir Luc
Bonsoir Faby, ton club Bic ça a l'air sympa, ...
Bonsoir Luc, ça l'est malheureusement bcp moins depuis que son président-créateur a fait les frais d'une injuste exclusion définitive, alors que d'autres sévissent toujours en toute impunité... 😕 😠
Bonsoir Luc, ça l'est malheureusement bcp moins depuis que son président-créateur a fait les frais d'une injuste exclusion définitive, alors que d'autres sévissent toujours en toute impunité... 😕 😠
Faby
Bonjour
Fréquenter des jeunes permet de rester jeune je suis bien d'accord avec vour car je travaille depuis environ 2 ans qu'avec des jeunes et j'adore, ils sont pétillants de vie , consciencieux dans leur travail . Alors c'est vrai pourquoi chercher des gens de ma génération ? Merci Larsay
Fréquenter des jeunes permet de rester jeune je suis bien d'accord avec vour car je travaille depuis environ 2 ans qu'avec des jeunes et j'adore, ils sont pétillants de vie , consciencieux dans leur travail . Alors c'est vrai pourquoi chercher des gens de ma génération ? Merci Larsay
Vous voulez parier ? A 65 ans, j'ai descendu NON-STOP du haut de la Saulire (3200 m) à Courchevel à Courch 1850 enchainé par la piste de descente Jean Blanc qui arrive à Courch 1500, soit 1700 m de dénivellé. Il y a 15 j, à 72 ans, j'ai grimpé en haut du pic de Motségur, non-stop aussi, est ça grimpe dur ! Quant aux 450 marches du pic Hang Mua à Tam Coc, je les faits régulìèrement, non-stop aussi, en croisant à chaque fois des bien plus jeunes que moi qui soufflent à tous les paliers ! 35 ans de judo + 30 de ski à fond, ça fait les jambes !!!!
Méfiez-vous de la vie, car les ratés ne vous rateront pas!
Sur les autres critère ok mais sur la forme physique, croire qu'à 70 ans ont pu suivre un jeune de 25 ans (qui n'a pas de problème physique chronique), c'est assez amusant.
Paradoxalement ce n'est pas sur des critères physiques que j'envisageais les choses.Je n'ai pas encore 70 ans mais lors d'un trek au Népal avec 2 jeunes femmes de 26 à 30 ans et sans vraiment forcer beaucoup il m'a fallu à plusieurs reprises en attendre une qui trainait beaucoup dans les descentes et devoir l'aider dans certains passages délicats. D'autre part si je conçois qu'un "ancien" puisse trouver agréable la compagnie d'un ou mieux d'une jeune l'inverse, s'il existe , est peut-être moins courant. Il semblerait que les choses aient un peu changé aujourd'hui concernant cette mixité des générations en ce qui concerne l'attitude des jeunes envers leurs ainés mais pour ce qui concerne ma génération ( celle de 68!) à l'époque où nous étions jeunes il ne devaient pas être légion ceux qui auraient apprécié de voyager avec un "vieux" qui aurait pu être leur grand père!
Paradoxalement ce n'est pas sur des critères physiques que j'envisageais les choses.Je n'ai pas encore 70 ans mais lors d'un trek au Népal avec 2 jeunes femmes de 26 à 30 ans et sans vraiment forcer beaucoup il m'a fallu à plusieurs reprises en attendre une qui trainait beaucoup dans les descentes et devoir l'aider dans certains passages délicats. D'autre part si je conçois qu'un "ancien" puisse trouver agréable la compagnie d'un ou mieux d'une jeune l'inverse, s'il existe , est peut-être moins courant. Il semblerait que les choses aient un peu changé aujourd'hui concernant cette mixité des générations en ce qui concerne l'attitude des jeunes envers leurs ainés mais pour ce qui concerne ma génération ( celle de 68!) à l'époque où nous étions jeunes il ne devaient pas être légion ceux qui auraient apprécié de voyager avec un "vieux" qui aurait pu être leur grand père!
on vit parfois des expériences très intéressantes avec des personnes beaucoup plus jeunes. Pour ma part j'en ai vécu au moins deux:
une traversée du désert de l'Atacama en 40 jours à 60 ans avec une jeune femme de 31 ans
et une traversée des Alpes sur 5 pays en 22 jours à 62 avec un jeune de 22.
Ce furent deux expériences extraordinaires. Il faut dire que c'est le goût du sport et de l'effort intense qui permet de telles associations, car ces traversées nous les avons effectuées à vélo.
Je ne dis pas le contraire d'ailleurs moi aussi j'ai vécu cette expérience lors d'un trek au Népal. Par contre je ne recherchais pas spécialement des jeunes ;ça s'est trouvé comme ça tout simplement.
Je ne dis pas le contraire d'ailleurs moi aussi j'ai vécu cette expérience lors d'un trek au Népal. Par contre je ne recherchais pas spécialement des jeunes ;ça s'est trouvé comme ça tout simplement.
Vous voulez parier ? A 65 ans, j'ai descendu NON-STOP du haut de la Saulire (3200 m) à Courchevel à Courch 1850 enchainé par la piste de descente Jean Blanc qui arrive à Courch 1500, soit 1700 m de dénivellé.
Et ?
Si vous pensez que 1700m de dénivelé c'est chaud, venait pas avec moi et mes 2500m de dénivelé + (et autant en -) sur une seul journée (et là, je perle de randonnée, pas de ski, le truc qui permet de descendre des km sans trop forcer sur les jambes - un peu comme le vélo). Pas si mal pour un non sportif sédentaire 🙁
Comme il y a vieux et vieux, il y a jeune et jeune.
Et ?
Si vous pensez que 1700m de dénivelé c'est chaud, venait pas avec moi et mes 2500m de dénivelé + (et autant en -) sur une seul journée (et là, je perle de randonnée, pas de ski, le truc qui permet de descendre des km sans trop forcer sur les jambes - un peu comme le vélo). Pas si mal pour un non sportif sédentaire 🙁
Comme il y a vieux et vieux, il y a jeune et jeune.
"Un bivouac c'est un peu comme le dépucelage et la première cuite, une espèce de rite qui fais de toi un homme" (MonsieurHenri du site randonner-léger.org).
Récits de mes voyages : http://les-voyages-andre.blogspot.fr/
Récits de mes voyages : http://les-voyages-andre.blogspot.fr/
moi et mes 2500m de dénivelé +
2500m de dénivelé positif en une seule journée?! et autant en négatif ( moins dur) où ça par exemple? C'est sûr que la même chose en descente à ski ( dénivelé négatif)i c'est du gâteau par contre 2500m ( positif) avec ou sans les peaux de phoque c'est pas donné à tout le monde!!
2500m de dénivelé positif en une seule journée?! et autant en négatif ( moins dur) où ça par exemple? C'est sûr que la même chose en descente à ski ( dénivelé négatif)i c'est du gâteau par contre 2500m ( positif) avec ou sans les peaux de phoque c'est pas donné à tout le monde!!
Tracé ici
"Un bivouac c'est un peu comme le dépucelage et la première cuite, une espèce de rite qui fais de toi un homme" (MonsieurHenri du site randonner-léger.org).
Récits de mes voyages : http://les-voyages-andre.blogspot.fr/
Récits de mes voyages : http://les-voyages-andre.blogspot.fr/
Bonjour Djalma, effectivement le but n'est pas de rechercher systématiquement des gens beaucoup plus jeunes ou de sexe différent. Mais quand on monte un projet comme la traversée de l'Atacama en autonome à vélo, un tour du Mékong, une traversée longue des Alpes sur plus de 2000 km ou tout autre projet on recherche des personnes physiquement et moralement prêtes, et jeunes ou vieux ne veut plus rien dire. On part avec quelqu'un sur qui on sait pouvoir compter dans les situations difficiles lorsqu'on se retrouve loin de tout à deux, ou dans des inconforts climatiques et qu'il ne faut pas craquer en abandonnant dans les moments les plus éprouvants. J'ai fait beaucoup de voyages longs à vélo avec souvent des personnes, hommes ou femmes, dans ma tranche d'âge, plus rarement avec plus jeunes. Mais avec ces derniers si on peut leur faire profiter de notre expérience face au montage de projets un peu fous, ils savent y apporter une touche de presque inconscience lors de la réalisation, qui donne un coup de boost à l'équipe et chacun y gagne en expérience. Les jeunes réalisent qu'à 60 ans et plus on est toujours capable d'aller très loin dans la défonce physique, et par leur fraîcheur ils nous permettent d'aller encore plus loin, eux aussi en profitent car ils n'auraient peut-être pas osé monter un premier projet un peu gonflé. Mais ils apprennent vite. Je voulais simplement dire que cette association vieux et jeunes peut apporter une vraie dynamique. Bien entendu il ne faut surtout pas que d'un côté il y ait le vieux con qui donne des conseils voire des ordres et de l'autre un jeune homme ou une jeune femme qui aient le sentiment de se trimbaler un vieux sur le déclin. On fait équipe et 22 et 62 ans on a droit à la même voix, on est camarade de galère. il faut avoir l'intelligence de l'adaptation. La grande différence d'âge n'est pas un handicap dans la communication et l'élaboration de projets. D'ailleurs après de telles expériences j'ai 20 ans dans ma tête.😏
Et chacun a ses Atacama ou traversée des Alpes, je suis donc certain que tout projet peut fédérer des générations éloignées pour le plus grand profit de tous.
En synthèse toujours oser vivre toute expérience même si elle semble déraisonnable, je dirais surtout si elle semble déraisonnable.
Bon après-midi Luc
e.Mais c'est vrai
e.Mais c'est vrai
Pas si mal pour un non sportif sédentaire
Effectivement! Mais je connais peu de gens qui, ayant fait 2500m positifs et autant en négatif en 1 seul jour de rando en montagne se définiraient comme "non sportif sédentaire"!
Effectivement! Mais je connais peu de gens qui, ayant fait 2500m positifs et autant en négatif en 1 seul jour de rando en montagne se définiraient comme "non sportif sédentaire"!
Voyager avec un "vieux" ou un "jeune"ne veut rien dire.
Il y a ceux qui veulent voyager et les autres.
En Chine, dans le Haut Sichuan, là ou les bus ne sont pas trop nombreux, j'étais avec un américain, un monsieur d'un certain âge qui connaissait la montagne, et un couple de jeune français, on se demandait comment ils étaient arrivés là. A part faire de selfies et dire qu'il n'y avait rien a voir, dans un pays ou les montagne s'élèvent à 6000 mètres minimum. ça nous a laissé perplexes, l'américain et moi.
Plutôt que de chercher un jeune ou un vieux compagnon, le mieux est de chercher quelqu'un de très motivé.
Oui, bien sur. Ne pas chercher des jeunes, pour se sentir jeune!!! C'est le bon et heureux hasard des Rencontres Merveilleuses! C'est une question aussi d'esprit...! La forme physique dépend de ses choix de vie, prendre soin de soi, par qq exercices, une nourriture saine... . valable pour tout âge, et chacun a sa propre Energie. Belles Rencontres, Bon Chemin ou Buen Camino, partout sur Terre, avec tous mes Voeux en ces Temps de Noel 2015!
matwa
Les choix de vie dépendent des choix que vous laisse la vie ...
La nourriture saine pour les SDF , ce n'est pas vraiment le top ...et pourtant certains voyagent .
Bon chemin à tous , lorsque j'ai ouvert ce post je ne pensais pas avoir autant de réponses , merci à tous ceux qui ont participés à cette discussion 😎
La nourriture saine pour les SDF , ce n'est pas vraiment le top ...et pourtant certains voyagent .
Bon chemin à tous , lorsque j'ai ouvert ce post je ne pensais pas avoir autant de réponses , merci à tous ceux qui ont participés à cette discussion 😎
Que se vuelva la tortilla
Bsr. Merci, ouf!! Pourquoi?
Et quelle est ta suggestion parlant de l'émancipationd es femmes?
Pour moi, je dirais - l'évolution des femmes - passe par l'appropriation de leur pouvoir intérieur féminin d'Elles Memes! Sans les Femmes, cela ne peut se faire. J ene dis pas que c'est facile. Des Femmes se mettent Debout.
Mais pourquoi tu parles de l'émancipation des femmes, là, sur le sujet : voyager à 60 ans? Y a t il une question non exprimée?
Merci de ton partage!
matwa
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Take care, everyone! !
Every morning, I’d take a taxi (chosen by the Thai family at prices that beat all the competition) to this school—I’ve forgotten the name of the little village now… right in the heart of the countryside. Then, in the evenings, I’d keep practicing massage on all the family members… and they’d teach me Thai at the same time!))
Since then, I’ve practiced a bit, with lots of positive feedback. Following Teacher Phong’s advice—he thought my pressure was deep, firm, and precise—he strongly encouraged me to take this seriously.
I love Thailand so much. It’s a whole different way of living… and it’s a real blessing, even if I couldn’t live there full-time. Anyway, that was an unforgettable memory, and sometimes the Thai family and I still say hi—from 2011, 2013… right up to today!
Take care, everyone! !
"It seems to me that poverty would be less painful in the sun" wrote Aznavour...
Not sure...😕 Who can prove that people in hot countries are happier than others? What do you think?
Is it better to live in Montpellier than in Lille? Are the Pygmies happier than the Inuit? Are Canadians less happy than the people of Louisiana? Are there more French expats in hot countries?
And your travels? Do you choose your destinations based on the climate? Do you rejoice when a bit of sunshine appears?
Not sure...😕 Who can prove that people in hot countries are happier than others? What do you think?
Is it better to live in Montpellier than in Lille? Are the Pygmies happier than the Inuit? Are Canadians less happy than the people of Louisiana? Are there more French expats in hot countries?
And your travels? Do you choose your destinations based on the climate? Do you rejoice when a bit of sunshine appears?
Hi everyone, just this once I’m not posting for a travel story, but to share a thought for Venezuela.
If you didn’t know—since it’s not making headlines—the country was hit by two 7.5-magnitude earthquakes last week. Over 2,200 people have died, more than 50,000 are missing, and some coastal towns have been completely destroyed. Maybe when the scale of the humanitarian crisis becomes clear, our media will cover it a bit more... especially since earthquakes with this many casualties usually make the front page, but there’s been nothing in France.
So here’s a thought for this country, which, whatever you think of its politics, is a true jewel of South America, both for its landscapes and its people.
If you didn’t know—since it’s not making headlines—the country was hit by two 7.5-magnitude earthquakes last week. Over 2,200 people have died, more than 50,000 are missing, and some coastal towns have been completely destroyed. Maybe when the scale of the humanitarian crisis becomes clear, our media will cover it a bit more... especially since earthquakes with this many casualties usually make the front page, but there’s been nothing in France.
So here’s a thought for this country, which, whatever you think of its politics, is a true jewel of South America, both for its landscapes and its people.
hi there
I’d like to invite you to discover my coastal province in central Vietnam: Quang Ngai.
This year, my province has really improved its infrastructure—mountains, countryside, and sea are all authentic here.
No harassers or thieves, and no Russians either.
A local lunch costs around 1 €.
A *** hotel room is about 25 €, and you can find hotels right on My Khe Beach.
We have a specialty: *banh xeo*—10 crepes for just 1.5 €.
You can rent motorbikes to explore the province and maybe visit the many ethnic minorities.
I live here—I’m not selling anything, but I can help if needed (my father-in-law is a traditional Vietnamese doctor and he’s very skilled).
We're planning to spend a month in Vietnam. Is hiring a guide helpful?
Hi everyone! 😉
I’m Typhaine, 35 years old. Five years ago, I left France for a solo round-the-world trip—no planes, just a van, hitchhiking, cycling, and even a canoe in the Amazon! Today, I work as a naturalist guide in Argentine Patagonia.
Wherever I go, my compass stays the same: observing and photographing wildlife, which I deeply admire and respect.
My project: I’d love to share this experience through a sustainable, authentic, and immersive nature tourism initiative. But to build something meaningful, I need to understand how other nature enthusiasts experience their own adventures.
If you:
Are over 20 years old
Have a true passion for Nature
Have already taken at least one trip lasting more than 3 nights (in your country or abroad) in your life
Then... would you have 5 to 7 minutes to help me by filling out this questionnaire? 🙂 »» https://forms.gle/y74ckkvN9TjrougLA
Promise: I’m not selling anything, this isn’t marketing. Your answers are 100% anonymous and will only help me shape this wild project. A huge thank you to everyone for your help and kindness! Looking forward to chatting in this thread 😛
(Dear admins, this is purely a collaborative effort for my project study, with no commercial purpose. Thank you so much for your support!)
Photo: Grizzly Bear (Ursus arctos horribilis), female on the left and her cub on the right. Photo taken by me in Alaska, Denali National Park.
My project: I’d love to share this experience through a sustainable, authentic, and immersive nature tourism initiative. But to build something meaningful, I need to understand how other nature enthusiasts experience their own adventures.
If you:
Are over 20 years old
Have a true passion for Nature
Have already taken at least one trip lasting more than 3 nights (in your country or abroad) in your life
Then... would you have 5 to 7 minutes to help me by filling out this questionnaire? 🙂 »» https://forms.gle/y74ckkvN9TjrougLA
Promise: I’m not selling anything, this isn’t marketing. Your answers are 100% anonymous and will only help me shape this wild project. A huge thank you to everyone for your help and kindness! Looking forward to chatting in this thread 😛
(Dear admins, this is purely a collaborative effort for my project study, with no commercial purpose. Thank you so much for your support!)
Photo: Grizzly Bear (Ursus arctos horribilis), female on the left and her cub on the right. Photo taken by me in Alaska, Denali National Park.
Hello everyone,
It’s something we often notice in this forum—and many others—this behavioral shift.
A long-time member, or even a new one, asks a question. They get one or more answers, some brief, some detailed, and then... nothing???
Not even a simple thank you!!!
From what I’ve gathered, if the answers don’t align with what they wanted to hear, it seems natural for the asker to just disappear!! 😕 Unless—(and I fear this is the case)—basic politeness is no longer part of our society????
Please forgive my little rant.
Wishing everyone all the best. Cheers,
Puma2A

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

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

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

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

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





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We’re a couple aged 58 and 63. We’ve just returned from a wonderful trip to South India in Tamil Nadu and a few days in Kerala. We traveled with a local French-speaking guide and his friend, the driver. They both live in Pondicherry. We spent 3 weeks with them in the most authentic way!
We covered just over 2,500 km and visited not only temples but also archaeological sites, museums, and small artisanal businesses making tiles, tea, sculptures, bronze, and silk spinning. We were lucky enough to visit a public school, attend a wedding, and even a death announcement in a small countryside village. We were fully immersed in the culture, food, noise, and colors—it was incredible!
The hotels and guesthouses we chose were very clean and mostly quiet. We’re returning from India with amazing discoveries!
We’re happy to share more info if you’d like! M-Claire and Jean
We covered just over 2,500 km and visited not only temples but also archaeological sites, museums, and small artisanal businesses making tiles, tea, sculptures, bronze, and silk spinning. We were lucky enough to visit a public school, attend a wedding, and even a death announcement in a small countryside village. We were fully immersed in the culture, food, noise, and colors—it was incredible!
The hotels and guesthouses we chose were very clean and mostly quiet. We’re returning from India with amazing discoveries!
We’re happy to share more info if you’d like! M-Claire and Jean
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?
