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 😏)

Pretty quickly, we come across another vehicle stopped near a tree. We figure it must be a leopard, and sure enough, one of the two young leopards is in the tree with perfect exposure and lighting for photos. Even better, it moves around on the branch, giving us the chance to snap some shots.


Aside from this great start, the morning’s sightings are generally fewer, except for a few gazelles
and oryxes,
and our attempts to find a cheetah turn out to be unsuccessful.
Mid-morning, we stop by the reserve’s hot springs for breakfast. It was about time for Juliette, who’s been having serious digestive issues with Malarone, even though we take it with meals and probiotics.
We continue on our way back to camp. It’s already 11 AM, and we think our morning safari is over, but Alfred’s motivation and tenacity surprise us—he announces there are elephants nearby, once again close to the river. This place is truly magical and teeming with wildlife, including ostriches,
oryxes, giraffes, a group of baboons heading toward the camp
and finally, the famous elephants. Two male elephants engage in an impressive fight before one of them gives up.





It’s almost noon when we arrive at the camp, and Anny makes it just in time for her massage, which she booked the day before after hearing the girls rave about the masseuse’s skills. Meanwhile, we hang out by the pool, which has gone back to its normal color—yesterday it was a pretty uninviting green for a swim. Just before our afternoon safari, we spot a gorgeous lizard near our tents, and it’s happy to pose for photos.
As I rush to grab my camera, I forget to close the tent door in my hurry. Suddenly, I hear Juliette scream—a vervet monkey took the opportunity to sneak inside, but it bolts right back out, probably scared off by Anny, who was still in the tent.
At 4 PM, we head out for another game drive, the last one at Buffalo Springs. Alfred tells us there’s a surprise planned for the end of the day, with a sundowner in the wild.
Right after we leave, we return to the area where we saw the elephants earlier in the morning. A new group, this time with little ones, is about to cross the river toward us, and we have the whole scene to ourselves for what feels like ages.









At the end of the day, Alfred takes us to the top of a hill overlooking the entire reserve—a perfect spot for an aperitif and watching the sunset.
We absolutely love these moments of sharing, far from everything. The Siri Ya Kenya agency surprised us with a little gift bag containing souvenirs and a bottle of sparkling wine to enjoy with our aperitif. Even after being jostled all afternoon, the bottle opened without a hitch and without spraying everyone.

We spend some time savoring the moment, chatting with Alfred about various topics.









It’s a bit disappointing, but we didn’t expect much either.
After the visit, we head to our camp, Sweetwaters Serena Camp. Along the way, we spot buffaloes,

cobes,
zebras,
bubals
and our first hyena.
The landscape doesn’t quite compare to Samburu, but for a start, it’s still pretty great!
The camp tents are really spacious
and overlook a watering hole where different animals come to drink.
At lunch, our server notices Charlotte’s tattoo of four elephants on her arm and jokes with her about it. The vibe here is just as friendly, and that feeling sticks with us throughout the whole trip.











Apart from those rhinos, the reserve is actually quite rich, and we spot zebras one after another,
antelopes,



buffaloes, and a few birds: a Kori bustard
and a magnificent crane at the end of the day.
After watching a stunning sunset,
we head back to camp once night has fallen. A few hyenas are lurking around. In the evening, the outside temperature here is quite chilly (probably just over 10 degrees), since the park reaches nearly 1,900 meters in altitude.
The camp staff even comes by a little before dinner to put hot water bottles in our beds—something we really appreciate at bedtime. During dinner, we meet a French woman who’s a regular in Kenya and is traveling with a former Kenyan guide. She shows us photos of a lioness on a branch with her cubs, spotted that morning in the reserve. What luck!


















































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...









