Summary:
To explain why I chose to visit Zambia, a quick recap of my three previous trips to Southern Africa might help.
Kenya: Organized trip with a driver-guide, staying in hotels (with the kids, who were young at the time)
Namibia: Self-drive tour alternating between rooftop camping and lodges
Botswana: Camping but with staff handling everything for us
This time, we wanted to manage on our own, but given our old bones, we preferred staying in lodges or equipped tents.
Accommodations:
That worked out really well, despite a few hesitations. We were often alone, so the managers spoiled us rotten. Price-wise, it was nothing like Namibia, for example. We’re really happy with our strategy.
Transportation:
Regarding flights, everything’s been said about Rwandair—it’s an airline to avoid.
For the 4x4, Hemingways (based in Livingstone) was reliable from start to finish and very accommodating.
Zambian roads are terrible. I’m no 4x4 expert, but since we were traveling completely on our own, I took a training course before leaving, and it really helped me get a feel for the driving. I’d made a detailed roadbook using a Tracks 4 Africa map, and my travel-time calculations were spot-on. Generally, Google Maps estimated 20% less time, and I won’t even mention Garmin—it was off by 35%. That said, we never got lost; the GPS was reliable. Just know there are no signs on the tracks. Gas is roughly 1 € per liter. You’ll find stations easily on the main roads, but nothing on the tracks. We had a 150 L tank, so we never worried about running out.
Food:
Stocking up at Shoprite in Lusaka at the start was a winning strategy. We barely had to buy anything else. True, we ate out whenever we could if meals weren’t included in the room. Our food budget was really low.
Sightseeing:
When you come to Southern Africa, it’s usually to see animals. South Luangwa delivers on that, but the other parks we visited didn’t. (I’ll note that I went to Victoria Falls via Zimbabwe, a major Zambian attraction.) For a first trip to this part of Africa, I’d advise against Zambia. Kenya (or Tanzania) are wildlife sanctuaries but super touristy, Namibia has stunning landscapes and plenty of animals, and Botswana is entirely dedicated to wildlife—it’s like one big national park.
When I chose Zambia, I knew the national parks wouldn’t be as impressive, even though we saw endemic species in each. My only real disappointment—and I didn’t realize this beforehand—was that unlike the other three countries, we didn’t see any animals during the drives. The bushfires, rampant poaching, and sheer number of villages probably explain that.
On the other hand, I had a cultural shock visiting this country. I’ve been to poor countries before, but this was the first time I’d visited a *poor* country. The state is poor, corruption is massive. Lack of electricity, lack of water (or rather, infrastructure to deliver it), limited transportation, few healthcare facilities, few places to shop—so much is missing that a state should provide for its people.
Zambians are very kind and helpful, but you can feel a sense of resignation, fatalism. Several times—and it made us uncomfortable—when we were served in restaurants, we felt like the evil white people. The servers kept their heads down and seemed submissive. We had the feeling of being in *Tintin in the Congo*! We’d sensed something similar in Namibia, but only in relations between bosses (South Africans) and employees (Namibians), never toward us.
I’m not sure this country will develop for tourism—it’s really not a priority. When I went to Namibia, I felt the country was about to boom as a tourist destination. Here, I’m less optimistic, even worried. This country seems like easy prey for extremists in the near or distant future, like other African countries, unfortunately. I hope I’m wrong.
So, it was a trip I enjoyed, but one that left a deep mark on me.
See you soon for more adventures.
October 9 - Day 1
There’s an old Chinese proverb I particularly like: "Dú wán juán shù, búrú xing wán li lú." In slightly more familiar terms, it means you always learn more by traveling ten thousand miles than by reading ten thousand books. And I’m the perfect guy for this because, first, I don’t have time to read ten thousand books about our new destination... And second, the proverb is literally made in our new adventure playground: China!
China... or should I say, "Paradox-land"! A country we see everywhere—on the news or on the "Made in China" labels of half the objects around us—but one we actually know very little about. A country hurtling toward the future while still casually chatting with its rich past. A country that, through our Western lens, seems uniform and just filled with Chinese people who all look alike, yet reveals an incredible cultural, natural, demographic, and culinary diversity as soon as you dig a little deeper. A country with a reputation for being logistically tricky for solo travelers, yet where you can book public toilets on your smartphone. In short, a delightful mess of disorienting contradictions—and, of course, a destination that was bound to charm our wandering soles for a while.
That "while" will be two weeks... And the "we," since I wanted the best in the world to join me, will be Flo and me in this backpacking duo stamped with wanderlust! Just the two of us for two weeks to explore a tiny part of this continent-sized country, trying to understand how old wooden stilt houses coexist in the middle of futuristic skyscrapers glowing with lights, tasting all the weird and wonderful things that come our way, and—incidentally—covering the famous ten thousand kilometers from our proverb.
Well... we’ll probably cover a little less than that, but enough to let us write our own travel journal instead of reading others’... Because you know us—between living our lives watching others live theirs by reading ten thousand books, or writing our own by truly roaming the world, we’ve long since chosen our side! And you, who’s reading this—team book or team live?
There’s an old Chinese proverb I particularly like: "Dú wán juán shù, búrú xing wán li lú." In slightly more familiar terms, it means you always learn more by traveling ten thousand miles than by reading ten thousand books. And I’m the perfect guy for this because, first, I don’t have time to read ten thousand books about our new destination... And second, the proverb is literally made in our new adventure playground: China!
China... or should I say, "Paradox-land"! A country we see everywhere—on the news or on the "Made in China" labels of half the objects around us—but one we actually know very little about. A country hurtling toward the future while still casually chatting with its rich past. A country that, through our Western lens, seems uniform and just filled with Chinese people who all look alike, yet reveals an incredible cultural, natural, demographic, and culinary diversity as soon as you dig a little deeper. A country with a reputation for being logistically tricky for solo travelers, yet where you can book public toilets on your smartphone. In short, a delightful mess of disorienting contradictions—and, of course, a destination that was bound to charm our wandering soles for a while.
That "while" will be two weeks... And the "we," since I wanted the best in the world to join me, will be Flo and me in this backpacking duo stamped with wanderlust! Just the two of us for two weeks to explore a tiny part of this continent-sized country, trying to understand how old wooden stilt houses coexist in the middle of futuristic skyscrapers glowing with lights, tasting all the weird and wonderful things that come our way, and—incidentally—covering the famous ten thousand kilometers from our proverb.
Well... we’ll probably cover a little less than that, but enough to let us write our own travel journal instead of reading others’... Because you know us—between living our lives watching others live theirs by reading ten thousand books, or writing our own by truly roaming the world, we’ve long since chosen our side! And you, who’s reading this—team book or team live?















Roundabouts are particularly interesting because they feature emblems of Turkmen culture, like the dog, a carpet, the Ahal Teke horse, or Muslim symbols, even though the presence of Islamic artifacts is quite limited.




















The large solidified magma massifs that shape the heart of the island have created a large depression more protected from the sun at its center, allowing the growth of a vast laurel forest, today grouped within the Garajonay National Park, La Gomera’s green lung, which has earned it the status of a World Biosphere Reserve. Its completely European appearance contrasts sharply with the rocky and tropical landscapes of the rest of the island. Thus, the climate varies greatly from one point to another on the island: in summer, you can quickly go from a dry and sunny valley at 35°C to a humid forest area at altitude at 18°C.




















Why this country?
After visiting Hungary, Slovenia, Romania, and Poland in recent years, I’ve fallen in love with Eastern European countries. I adore the Slavic soul, its Austro-Hungarian villages, the gentle landscapes, the Carpathian Mountains, and that slightly mysterious atmosphere.
Slovakia evokes a certain imagination with its deep forests, medieval castles, and cobbled villages.
After seeing photos of the High Tatras—especially Lake Štrbské Pleso and Spiš Castle—I thought, "Let’s do it! We’re going!"
So, will Slovakia live up to what I imagine?
We’ll find out together.
We decided to travel as a group of six (five adults and a six-year-old child), by car (we needed two).
Here’s the day-by-day itinerary for this family trip, which started with a 3-day stay in Vienna (see the dedicated travel journal):














When it comes to the Caribbean island of Saint-Martin, it's customary to praise its coastline and dreamy beaches—and they certainly deserve it.
But in this story, I’d like to highlight other memories, aspects, and impressions for a slightly different change of scenery.
Enjoy the read—some text and, above all, lots of photos.
« Byenveni sou zile Sen Maten! » (Welcome to the island of Saint-Martin)
















Come along, I'm taking you to this country where it's so nice to wander and slow down...









