After a pretty disastrous weather-wise trip to Gran Canaria, we’re hoping this time the sun will shine in Puglia.
It’s not a sure thing, though—the weather’s been awful all over Europe in early May.
For those who’d like to (re)read the story without the digressions, it’s here.
Saturday, May 16: This time we’re flying out of Charleroi (Brussels South): the ticket prices, flight times, and proximity all worked for us. The airport (Ryanair) was recently renovated... but it’s still not very well organized. There are hardly any seats in the boarding areas, and... the restrooms cost money!!! The flight goes smoothly, though, and we land in Bari a little late.
We quickly pick up our rental car, a very local-looking Pandina (even more so than the Fiat 500 in this region), and hit the Italian roads... and their unique driving quirks (like the fact that the countless road signs along the streets and in towns are purely decorative 😏, and that Italian cars don’t have turn signals 😮... except for rental cars).
About an hour later, we arrive at our first accommodation, right in the middle of the countryside near Monopoli. The owner isn’t there, but they’ve left us a ton of info via messages and even turned on the space heater, which is a nice touch. We explore the property:

And the next morning before breakfast, its immediate surroundings:


Sunday, May 17: After our "seaside" experience in Gran Canaria last weekend (packed with people and locals), we decide to start inland. After a hearty breakfast,

we head toward Alberobello, a super touristy village famous for its trulli—those stone houses with conical roofs. We easily find a free parking spot on a street near the Aia Piccola district, where some trulli are still lived in year-round.


We almost immediately come across the Trullo Sovrano (the only two-story one), which you can visit (but we skip it—it’s opening time, and there’s already a line).

From there, we head down toward the Basilica of Cosma e Damiano... but we don’t go in because there’s a mass.

Now we’re on the main Piazza del Popolo, which connects the two districts of Alberobello: Rione Aia Piccola and Rione Monti, the more touristy one.
For those who’d like to (re)read the story without the digressions, it’s here.
Saturday, May 16: This time we’re flying out of Charleroi (Brussels South): the ticket prices, flight times, and proximity all worked for us. The airport (Ryanair) was recently renovated... but it’s still not very well organized. There are hardly any seats in the boarding areas, and... the restrooms cost money!!! The flight goes smoothly, though, and we land in Bari a little late.
We quickly pick up our rental car, a very local-looking Pandina (even more so than the Fiat 500 in this region), and hit the Italian roads... and their unique driving quirks (like the fact that the countless road signs along the streets and in towns are purely decorative 😏, and that Italian cars don’t have turn signals 😮... except for rental cars).
About an hour later, we arrive at our first accommodation, right in the middle of the countryside near Monopoli. The owner isn’t there, but they’ve left us a ton of info via messages and even turned on the space heater, which is a nice touch. We explore the property:

And the next morning before breakfast, its immediate surroundings:


Sunday, May 17: After our "seaside" experience in Gran Canaria last weekend (packed with people and locals), we decide to start inland. After a hearty breakfast,

we head toward Alberobello, a super touristy village famous for its trulli—those stone houses with conical roofs. We easily find a free parking spot on a street near the Aia Piccola district, where some trulli are still lived in year-round.


We almost immediately come across the Trullo Sovrano (the only two-story one), which you can visit (but we skip it—it’s opening time, and there’s already a line).

From there, we head down toward the Basilica of Cosma e Damiano... but we don’t go in because there’s a mass.

Now we’re on the main Piazza del Popolo, which connects the two districts of Alberobello: Rione Aia Piccola and Rione Monti, the more touristy one.

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...









