Hello 🙂
Microwave. Really handy if breakfast isn’t included or for reheating leftovers.
Have a great day!
Marcalamar 🙂
Okay, thanks. Actually, in my round trips, I’ve always found microwaves 😉 I don’t stay in motels. So, no comparison possible.
Best regards.
After a first trip in 2009 (already!) where we basically did a circuit passing through Hazyview, a private reserve in Sabi Sands, Santa Lucia and iSimangaliso, Hluhluwe, and the South African part of Kgalagadi Transfrontier Park, then a quick stop in 2013 to go to Lesotho, we wanted to come back to this country.
Why not the Cape Town region this time, but there was no way we’d return to this part of the world without going on a safari. Mountain Zebra or the Karoo seem more about landscapes than animals, and Addo doesn’t excite me much either... So it’ll be Kruger.
Flight prices, schedules, and durations led us to a Paris-Cape Town trip, returning from Johannesburg to Paris with British Airways, so via Heathrow.
Now we just have to figure out how to fit in a lot of things without driving too many kilometers or changing accommodations every day, at least in the Cape Town region. Here’s what we ended up with:
Arrival in Cape Town on Saturday, October 10 at 11 AM
2 nights in Hermanus
1 night in Franschhoek
2 nights in Mountceder in the Cederberg
3 nights in Hout Bay
Sunday: transition day—flight to Johannesburg, drive toward Kruger, night in Lydenburg.
Kruger: 1 night in Letaba, 2 in Satara, 1 in Lower Sabie.
Last night in Mbombela (formerly Nelspruit) before heading back to the airport for an evening return flight.
Friday, October 9
Pretty stressful departure.
First, I woke up in the middle of the night, convinced I’d swapped my first and last names during check-in 🤪... Couldn’t fall back asleep, even though I knew British Airways wouldn’t answer before 9 AM.
Well, for them, everything was fine... but then they started talking about ETA... an ETA for England 😮? ?? Yes, it’s recent. Apparently, you don’t need one for an air-to-air transit... but you never know, it’s better to have it just in case. No one could clearly tell me it wasn’t necessary. In the end, we didn’t get it... and we didn’t need it.
But then, our flight ended up leaving Paris 45 minutes late (10 minutes due to a schedule change and 35 minutes of actual delay), so our 2-hour layover shrank to 1 hour and 15 minutes. That should be enough, right? The board showed our flight at Gate B: great, it’s right next door! But at Gate B, three employees were just there to tell everyone who showed up that security had to be done at Gate A... and off we went running through the corridors, endless escalators going up and down, a little shuttle ride, security at Gate A (“You’re going to be cutting it close!” Oh really? 😠), then pretty much the same route back to end up just a few dozen meters from our starting point! 😠
Boarding was already well underway, and after all that running, we were hot and thirsty, but phew! We made it onto the plane!
Saturday, October 10 On the other hand, nothing to complain about on this London-Cape Town flight—it arrived early!
I booked a (small) Suzuki S-Presso because it seemed to have a higher ground clearance than its competitors. Unfortunately, we ended up with a Tata Tiago (yes, it exists), which is lower (and also smaller and with an even more sluggish engine... yes, we were able to compare because in Johannesburg, we *did* get an S-Presso). Somehow, we managed to fit everything in the trunk (“Above all, don’t leave anything visible!”), and off we went to our first accommodation in Hermanus, under glorious sunshine.
Nikki welcomed us warmly, explained what there was to see in the area, and advised us to book a restaurant for that evening.
After dropping off our bags, we headed to the “cliff path,” just 3 minutes from our lodging. This part of the coast is famous for southern right whales from June to November. Let’s cut to the chase: there *are* whales, but they’re very far away and seem to be sleeping 😕. At best, we saw (photos taken at 600mm): A few ripples or a faint spout,

a bit of tail...

...or head.

Too bad—the owner of our next accommodation told us she’d seen around thirty whales up close here in early September.
Without whales, the dassies (or rock hyraxes) are everywhere... and fun to watch.
The other local star (when there are no whales 😏)

Why not the Cape Town region this time, but there was no way we’d return to this part of the world without going on a safari. Mountain Zebra or the Karoo seem more about landscapes than animals, and Addo doesn’t excite me much either... So it’ll be Kruger.
Flight prices, schedules, and durations led us to a Paris-Cape Town trip, returning from Johannesburg to Paris with British Airways, so via Heathrow.
Now we just have to figure out how to fit in a lot of things without driving too many kilometers or changing accommodations every day, at least in the Cape Town region. Here’s what we ended up with:
Arrival in Cape Town on Saturday, October 10 at 11 AM
2 nights in Hermanus
1 night in Franschhoek
2 nights in Mountceder in the Cederberg
3 nights in Hout Bay
Sunday: transition day—flight to Johannesburg, drive toward Kruger, night in Lydenburg.
Kruger: 1 night in Letaba, 2 in Satara, 1 in Lower Sabie.
Last night in Mbombela (formerly Nelspruit) before heading back to the airport for an evening return flight.
Friday, October 9
Pretty stressful departure.
First, I woke up in the middle of the night, convinced I’d swapped my first and last names during check-in 🤪... Couldn’t fall back asleep, even though I knew British Airways wouldn’t answer before 9 AM.
Well, for them, everything was fine... but then they started talking about ETA... an ETA for England 😮? ?? Yes, it’s recent. Apparently, you don’t need one for an air-to-air transit... but you never know, it’s better to have it just in case. No one could clearly tell me it wasn’t necessary. In the end, we didn’t get it... and we didn’t need it.
But then, our flight ended up leaving Paris 45 minutes late (10 minutes due to a schedule change and 35 minutes of actual delay), so our 2-hour layover shrank to 1 hour and 15 minutes. That should be enough, right? The board showed our flight at Gate B: great, it’s right next door! But at Gate B, three employees were just there to tell everyone who showed up that security had to be done at Gate A... and off we went running through the corridors, endless escalators going up and down, a little shuttle ride, security at Gate A (“You’re going to be cutting it close!” Oh really? 😠), then pretty much the same route back to end up just a few dozen meters from our starting point! 😠
Boarding was already well underway, and after all that running, we were hot and thirsty, but phew! We made it onto the plane!
Saturday, October 10 On the other hand, nothing to complain about on this London-Cape Town flight—it arrived early!
I booked a (small) Suzuki S-Presso because it seemed to have a higher ground clearance than its competitors. Unfortunately, we ended up with a Tata Tiago (yes, it exists), which is lower (and also smaller and with an even more sluggish engine... yes, we were able to compare because in Johannesburg, we *did* get an S-Presso). Somehow, we managed to fit everything in the trunk (“Above all, don’t leave anything visible!”), and off we went to our first accommodation in Hermanus, under glorious sunshine.
Nikki welcomed us warmly, explained what there was to see in the area, and advised us to book a restaurant for that evening.
After dropping off our bags, we headed to the “cliff path,” just 3 minutes from our lodging. This part of the coast is famous for southern right whales from June to November. Let’s cut to the chase: there *are* whales, but they’re very far away and seem to be sleeping 😕. At best, we saw (photos taken at 600mm): A few ripples or a faint spout,

a bit of tail...

...or head.

Too bad—the owner of our next accommodation told us she’d seen around thirty whales up close here in early September.
Without whales, the dassies (or rock hyraxes) are everywhere... and fun to watch.
The other local star (when there are no whales 😏)


We came across these amazing manzanita bushes with branches that look varnished.
The trail then veers right, and the slope gets steeper for about 800 meters (a huge juniper tree, nicknamed "the alligator" because of its trunk, helped us find our way since the trail isn’t well-marked). A hiker we met on the path had mentioned an ephemeral arrow made of wood on the ground to mark the turnoff.
The cave came into view, and that’s when things got tricky. To reach this high-up cave, you either had to go left and follow a narrow ledge above the drop-off on this big rock,
or climb a steep, slippery rock wedged between two cliffs with few handholds.

The sun shone in, and the light played off the red walls.
A kind older man was there to give climbers advice and take photos for those who wanted to capture the moment. So nice!
It was still early, and there were very few people, so we could take our time. We spent 40 minutes admiring the view Mother Nature offered. Okay, time to head back down. I was a little nervous, but we had gear—a small strap. After a few hesitations, wedged in the crack, the descent was much easier and less stressful than the climb.
We made it down. Since we’d left early, we had plenty of time for both the climb and photos in the Subway. A very kind American woman took a souvenir photo for us.
We did it! We started the descent under the sun.
We passed more and more hikers heading up to the cave. It was going to get crowded up there, and the wait would be long for those who started late—especially since the sky was clouding over again. Even when the rock was dry, it wasn’t easy, and climbing the wet slide rock would’ve been impossible for me.
An amazing hike. It took us 3 hours and 20 minutes round trip.
Watch out—the parking lot is small and fills up quickly.
Perched on a promontory, this modern chapel built in 1956 is the perfect spot to admire the sunset and the surrounding nature—but today, the bad weather had other plans.
We were lucky to find a parking spot not far from the road leading to the chapel.
Despite the large windows, the interior—usually so bright—was very dark because of the weather.
And the red rocks looked muted.
We decided to head to the Red Rock Visitor Center near Bell Rock to grab some brochures when suddenly, the elements unleashed: thunder, lightning, downpour. We also needed to check the weekend weather to plan our days accordingly.
I thought about all the hikers we’d met on the way down from the Subway. They must not be having a great time.
By the time we picked up the brochures, checked the weather, and had our picnic sheltered at the visitor center, the skies cleared again—letting us imagine we were in Mexico, in the little village of
Tlaquepaque.
It’s so nice to stroll through art galleries (weaving, painting, sculpture, etc.) and shops.
Courtyards,
tall trees with strange shapes,
fountains,
and arches.
The change of scenery is immediate and so pleasant.
We headed back to the lodge for a little spa time, still under the sun, and stayed there until 5:15 PM, when we went to watch the sunset near the airport, lighting up the mountains.
Getting brighter and brighter
Until they glow completely red
7:04 PM, everything’s darkened again
But even though the sun had disappeared below the horizon,
it gave us one last gift by lighting up the rocks indirectly
One last look at The Teapot
That’s it—the sun’s gone down. We head back to the lodge before everyone rushes to the parking lot to get their cars and we end up stuck in a memorable traffic jam. The Fiesta Mexicana is just a few minutes’ walk from Sugar Loaf for $94 (2 steak burritos and 2 margaritas). It’s nice not having to get back in the car.
All in all, a really positive day despite the weather forecast. We got lucky and managed to do everything we’d planned. Tomorrow, we’re hiking to Devil’s Bridge. We’ll also have to get up early to beat the rain.

We cross little dried-up streams, surrounded by beautiful red sandstone formations. The forest offers some shaded spots—this approach hike is really pleasant.






we start the descent. We pass hundreds of people heading up—some in flip-flops, others without water. Not smart!!!
We hit the road again. The fiery-colored rocks take on amazing shapes here.

Bell Rock
You can see people waiting for the sunset right on the rock.
We stay a little while to admire their stunning colors.
It’s time to head back—the horizon is dark again, treating us to a beautiful rainbow over the formations.
The sky is black—it’s gonna pour!!!!!
The third intense storm of the day hits around 6 PM, complete with thunder and lightning. We made it back in time. I’m thinking of everyone who chose to watch the sunset at Airport Scenic Overlook—it’s about a 40-minute walk to get there. The descent in the rain must’ve been epic.
So far, despite the bad weather caused by a Pacific hurricane, we’ve been really lucky. We managed to dodge the rain and do two of the three hikes planned in this incredible place. We drive to the Indian restaurant right next to our lodging. The rain has stopped, but who knows what the sky has in store for us.
For 74 dollars, we feast on an amazing, flavorful meal (1 rice, 1 naan bread, 2 meat mixes, and 1 lamb tikka, plus a beer and a soda). I take the opportunity to chat in English with a friendly Pakistani family at the next table.
Tomorrow is the West Fork Oak Creek hike—will our luck hold? Only time will tell!!!
- We pass the small ruined cabin (it’s an old hunting lodge from 1920). After this little path, we almost reach the river, and we struggle for a moment to find the start, but once we’re in the right spot, we can follow the trail easily thanks to excellent signage.
The colors are muted due to the lack of sun, but it’s still stunning as we see mist rising from the ground toward the tops of the cliffs in a slightly eerie atmosphere that I really like.
We follow the river and admire the work of the water on the rocks.



At their base, the ground is covered with red or green ferns.
As we keep moving forward, always easily on sand, rocks, or slide rock, we see aquatic plants but always in this festival of green.
Soon the sun reappears, and with it, everything brightens up. We go up, down, cross the stream, step over roots, or go under fallen trees. I’m in heaven!! The sun plays with the light!!
The rock alongside the river is carved, offering us magnificent ledges.
We soon reach the end of the marked trail. We’ll keep going a bit more to reach a stunning spot. The canyon has narrowed, and from here on, there’s no more path—if we want to continue, we’ll have to get wet. The scenery is incredible; plants and rocks reflect in the water, making it hard to tell mineral from aquatic.
The sun is still shining. We stay a little while to soak in the magic of the place. I had brought my swimsuit, towel, and water sandals with the intention of going up the river in the water, but it’s time to leave if we want to escape the predicted storm—especially since the sky is darkening again.
There are even bamboo plants!
And always these ledges worn by the water.
The sky is getting grayer and grayer.
One drop, two drops, three drops... they’re becoming more numerous, bigger, and closer together. Quick, the camera goes into the bag, the Gore-Tex goes on, and we keep going.
Even when wet, the rocks aren’t slippery.
The shower won’t last long, and we’ll finish the hike with the sun.
We happily rediscover the shades of green. Too funny!!! Here’s DD matching the landscape!!!
We pass by the little ruined cabin again.
And the orchard where nature still amazes us with its resilience—look at this tree with a completely hollow trunk that still finds the strength to offer us its apples.
It took us 4 hours and 30 minutes to cover the 13 km.
What a magnificent hike!! A little regret that we couldn’t spend more time following the river because of the rain that seemed determined to spoil the fun.
We take the picnic out of the trunk and enjoy it in the gentle Arizona sun.
A quick stop at Midley Bridge. The sky has clouded over again, and raindrops are falling once more.
We’re back at the guesthouse. I had planned to do the Secret Slickrock Trail late this afternoon to see the sunset over Cathedral Rock, but DD doesn’t want to go out anymore.
It’s been almost three weeks of me getting my way, so I don’t insist. Besides, given the color of the sky tonight, I’m not sure it would’ve been very pretty anyway.
We brought back two takeout boxes from yesterday’s Indian restaurant—we’ll eat them at the guesthouse.
Tomorrow’s our last stop before flying back.
Jerome is said to be one of the most haunted towns in the United States. The high number of deaths (around 9,000 between 1927 and 1950) at the hospital for miners working in the copper, gold, and silver mines is said to have left many restless souls still eager to make their presence known, much to the delight of ghost hunters.
You can find them in most of the old buildings. True or not, the town plays it up and has turned it into a draw for tourists. Like many mining towns, it nearly disappeared in 1950 after the mines closed, dropping from 15,000 inhabitants at its peak in 1920 to just 100 by the late 1950s. Luckily, it bounced back by shifting to tourism (especially by leaning into the paranormal), crafts, and art.
We wanted to start at the Audrey Head Frame, but unfortunately, it’s closed for maintenance.
We carry on to the Jerome State Historic Park and the Douglas Mansion next door. We admire the large rocks colored with azurite and malachite and the old copper mine equipment, but we’re not really in the mood to go inside—we’d rather wander around town. But first, we head to the Jerome Grand Hotel (though we can’t find the entrance), and it’s cool to see the buildings from the top of the hill.
We find a big free parking lot near the fire station at the top of town, right next to the old mining infrastructure. We park the car and head to Main Street, just a few steps away, but first, we stop at a restaurant because we want to eat before the rush. I’d spotted the Haunted Burger with its skeletons on the roof welcoming us.
It’s already pretty busy, but the wait isn’t long. Their homemade burgers are excellent, the welcome is warm, and the decor in every room fits the town’s theme perfectly.
Apparently, a friendly ghost has set up shop there. We feast for $76 (two burgers and a mountain of sides, one beer, and one diet Coke).
Alright, let’s walk a bit to digest—especially since we saved a little room for dessert.
The weather’s mild, and it’s really nice strolling through these little streets winding up and down the hillside, climbing and descending the narrow stairs connecting the blocks.
Or this old brothel turned into a restaurant, then an art gallery and shop.
We window-shop until we reach Cooper Country Fudge to enjoy some excellent ice cream and take home a huge piece of fudge.
Everywhere you look, there are nods to skeletons and ghosts.
We make a quick stop at the Sliding Jail, a prison that slid 69 meters down a main street due to blasting in the copper mines and could slide again because the hill is unstable.

Ha ha ha!! I’ve convinced DD to go again using the argument that our ESTA and America the Beautiful Pass are still valid. I’m counting on you all to answer my questions. Thanks in advance!



















































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.

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...









