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Lucbertrand

Globetrotter2,143 posts

2014-10-01

Un voyage rapide de vingt jours de Lyon à Lyon, 5200 kilomètres en voiture (Koleos) par différents pays des Balkans. Des impressions glanées au fil des arrêts dans les villes traversées. Vingt jours et huit pays, très vite trop vite, on n'a pas le temps de se poser. La polémique peut naître, cela ne s'appelle plus voyager mais se déplacer à grande vitesse sans même prendre le temps d'aller à l'essentiel. Mais au fait c'est quoi l'essentiel?

Ce voyage éclair je vais le décliner à travers un certain nombre de flashes au cours des arrêts dans les villes étapes. Les Balkans je les ai connus à différentes époques de ma vie. J'y ai vécu des évènements forts comme le siège de Sarajevo durant trois mois. Trois années de ma vie professionnelle se sont passées en Albanie. Dans ces différents pays je m’y suis aussi promené en touriste lors de voyages de courte durée. Je puis dire qu'une partie de mon cœur y est définitivement resté. Voilà pourquoi cette traversée même éclair fait resurgir du fond de ma mémoire une multitude de souvenirs plus ou moins enfouis, tristes ou gais et me permet de livrer nombre d’émotions ressenties au filtre de mon expérience de ces coins d'Europe particulièrement attachants. J’appuierai mon récit sur des photos de ce qui m’a le plus frappé au cours de ces 20 jours marathon.

Avec un grand plaisir en ce mois de septembre 2014, malgré le temps pas terrible, je fais découvrir à mes trois compagnons de voyage, mon épouse mon cousin et sa femme, ce véritable pays d'Ali Baba, les Balkans. Comme ils n'acceptent de voyager que dans de très bonnes conditions, je les laisserai choisir les hôtels dans lesquels nous descendrons. Mon dieu, nous sommes bien loin de la vie rude du cyclo à travers l'Atacama, mais je me laisse faire. Dans le fond voyager dans le confort c’est aussi une façon agréable de découvrir le monde, bien que les conditions spartiates permettent bien souvent une plus grande proximité avec les populations locales.

Somme toute, le prix de ce voyage, hôtels quatre ou cinq étoiles, et la plupart du temps, midi et soir, des restaurants excellents, sera loin d'être exorbitant. Cela va nous revenir par couple à 2600 euros. On est très loin du coût d'un voyage de trois semaines organisé par un voyagiste, avec un confort souvent bien inférieur. Le seul reproche que je fais quant à ce mode de voyage, c’est que ce n’est pas l’idéal pour la ligne !

BOSNIE

Sarajevo

Parmi toutes les villes que j'ai connues durant ma vie, deux m'ont fait une très forte impression, et parmi celles-ci il y a justement Sarajevo. Il est vrai que j'y ai vécu durant plusieurs mois en 1994 au cours d'une période très troublée, le Siège de la ville lorsque la Yougoslavie se désagrégeait. J'y suis repassé en 2008, déjà six ans, alors que la paix était revenue. Immédiatement j'avais été repris par le charme étonnant de cette ville toute en longueur le long de sa fameuse "sniper allée" et tout en moutonnements de collines de part et d’autre de cette longue avenue, de huit kilomètres.

Notre hôtel est situé sur cette fameuse "sniper allée" pas très loin de l'aéroport. Il se nomme le Radon Plaza, immense building au « look » futuriste, qui s’élance sur 15 étages. Nous allons y passer deux nuits. Ce qui nous laissera une grande journée, laps de temps bien insuffisant, afin de s'imprégner de l’atmosphère de cette cité tant chargée d’histoire, où toutes les cultures se sont côtoyées, et qui fut aussi zone de confrontation entre l'empire ottoman et le monde de la chrétienté.

Du restaurant tournant panoramique situé au sommet de notre hôtel, nous avons tout loisir de contempler la nuit qui s'installe sur cette grande ville. De nombreux souvenirs me reviennent à l'esprit, les obus, certains jours jusqu'à cinq mille, les avions de l'OTAN remontant parfois les rues à basse altitude afin d'intimider les différents belligérants, et puis aussi le bruit sec des tirs de petits calibres qui claquaient sur le blindage de notre véhicule. Aujourd’hui, l’ambiance est bien différente. La circulation est importante, et la ville très animée n’est plus du tout figée dans l’immobilité que la peur d’être abattu par un obus ou une balle de sniper, faisait en permanence régner sur le lieu.

De notre perchoir nous distinguons malgré le mauvais temps une bonne partie de la cité. Des ruines datant de la guerre sont encore visibles. Les grandes façades juste en face, que je contemple en dégustant mon repas agrémenté d’un excellent vin, me ramènent 20 ans en arrière. Je me souviens les avoir vues toutes fumantes sous les coups de canon tirés par un char d’assaut embusqué à proximité, et qui sortait de temps à autre afin de lâcher quelques obus.

Nous partons nous promener au centre ville. Il est très impressionnant de se rendre au carrefour au bord de la rivière Miljacka, où ont été assassinés l'archiduc d'Autriche François Ferdinand et son épouse Sofia, préambule à la première guerre mondiale. Aujourd’hui la rivière charrie une eau rouge très boueuse, du fait des fortes précipitations qui sévissent depuis de nombreux jours.

La vieille ville avec ses rues aux larges pavés, sa multitude de mosquées et ses quelques églises, ses places, ses échoppes nombreuses et cette foule bigarrée qui déambule, donne vraiment l’impression d’être quelque part au pays d’Ali Baba, mais pas en Europe. C’est là que réside tout le charme des Balkans.

Nous montons sur les collines au-dessus de la vieille ville, à la rencontre de l'immense cimetière où sont ensevelies de nombreuses victimes du long siège de Sarajevo conduit par les troupes serbes. Les tombes partent littéralement à l’assaut des hauteurs. Leur blancheur illumine la grisaille environnante, due à la forte masse nuageuse qui enserre la ville et ses reliefs. De très anciennes pierres mortuaires, érodées par le temps et les intempéries, remontant à l’époque ottomane, semblent s’être échappées de leur emplacement initial, et se répandent de façon anarchique dans les pelouses. Pour moi l’âme de Sarajevo réside exactement en ces endroits de vieilles pierres et d’herbe. Une multitude de minuscules mosquées, au minaret en bois souvent peint en noir, escalade ces pentes raides. Se déplacer en voiture dans ces rues très pentues, où les véhicules foncent, a donné des sueurs froides à nos deux passagères, d’ailleurs sans doute pas seulement à elles ! Je ne sais pas si l’expression parfois employée dans certaines situations scabreuses « c’est bosniaque » vient de là ?

Mostar

Encore une ville symbole du martyre vécu par la population au cours des évènements tragiques de la période 1992-1996. Son pont, qui avait été dynamité et reconstruit en 2004, représente l’emblème de la ville.

Nous logeons dans un superbe hôtel au-dessus de la vieille ville. L’Eden hôtel, établissement très moderne tout juste ouvert. A notre arrivée un homme et les cinq femmes entièrement voilées, qui l’accompagnent, sont assis dans le petit salon d'entrée. En nous voyant toutes réajustent bien vite leur voile afin qu'aucune parcelle de leur peau ne soit visible. De toute évidence dans ce pays qu'est la Bosnie un islam rigoriste, (est-ce le bon terme ?) s'est installé. Cette situation est-elle le résultat des promesses non tenues de l'ONU, qui a laissé massacrer 7000 musulmans un peu plus au sud à Srebrenica, alors qu'elle avait promis de sécuriser la zone?

La réceptionniste de l'hôtel de confession musulmane m'affirme que ce rigorisme est le fait d'étrangers et non de Bosniaques, ce comportement n’étant pas dans leur tradition.

La vieille ville est un lieu touristique très fréquenté. Le vieux pont (reconstruit après la guerre) est littéralement pris d'assaut. Les traditionnels adolescents sautant dans l'eau du haut de cette arche sont présents et font le spectacle. Visiter la grande église catholique qui manifestement vient d’être reconstruite ne laisse pas indifférent. A l’entrée sont affichées les photos de plus de 60 moines exterminés par le régime communiste qui a sévi après la deuxième guerre mondiale. Ces visages affichent volonté et sérénité. De toute évidence ils étaient animés par la foi et l’espérance.

Cette ville a été très éprouvée par la guerre de désagrégation de la Yougoslavie. Les destructions ont été immenses, mais les répartitions ont effacé ce terrible passé récent. Cependant, toutes les haines et les animosités ont-elles disparu ? J’aurais tendance à dire malheureusement non. Dans un bistrot on nous propose de payer soit en euros ou en kunas croates, en refusant la monnaie locale, le mark bosniaque, étrange ! Il semble exister encore des frontières, que nous Occidentaux avons du mal à percevoir.

La rue principale ressemble à toutes les rues des villes du monde, où le tourisme de masse sévit avec ses multitudes d’échoppes qui proposent les mêmes types de souvenirs confectionnés en Chine ou dans un autre pays asiatique.

Photos: les douze premières prises à Sarajevo et huit dernières à Mostar. 1) notre hôtel 6) carrefour de l'assassinat de François Ferdinand et son épouse 8) "sniper allée" vue du restaurant panoramique de notre hôtel

Lucbertrand Globetrotter ·2014-10-02

MONTENEGRO

Kotor

Les fameuses gorges de Kotor. Nous y accédons par une route qui plonge d’un coup de mille mètres en arrivant de Bosnie. La ville, première impression : la circulation difficile. Est-ce dû aux pluies fortes qui s’abattent ? Il faut reconnaître que cette année le temps n’est pas très clément dans cette région des Balkans. Nous avons quelques difficultés à trouver un point de chute pour notre véhicule afin de rejoindre notre hôtel dénommé Monte-Cristo, situé en plein centre de la vieille ville. Cette dernière on n’en soupçonne pas l’existence, tant que l’on n’a pas franchi le mur de protection qui la cache à la vue. En effet, cette enceinte, vue de l’extérieur, semble collée à la grande paroi calcaire qui domine le lieu. On imagine mal comment une ville pourrait se blottir dans l’espace. Mais ce n’est qu’une illusion due sans doute à une perspective trompeuse. Cette vieille cité à la pierre patinée pleine d’élégance surprend par son ampleur dès que l’on est passé sous le porche d’entrée.

Notre hôtel, très bien situé, occupe un très vieux bâtiment et de ce fait il offre des chambres qui ne sont pas aux standards modernes. Néanmoins, je le trouve plein de charme malgré le bruit et le peu de lumière. Rien ne me donne plus le cafard que ces grands hôtels aux multiples étoiles qui présentent exactement les mêmes standards et les mêmes prestations que vous soyez n’importe où sur la planète.

Il est impératif de visiter la forteresse qui s’élève tout en hauteur dans la falaise surplombant la ville. Je crois me souvenir qu’il y a 1340 marches à gravir. Mais l’effort en vaut vraiment la peine. La ville de forme triangulaire se dévoile rapidement au fur et à mesure de l’ascension. De plus la vue sur ce fjord incroyable que constituent les gorges de Kotor est superbe, pour ne pas dire époustouflante.

Cetinje

Ville au charme désuet d’une ancienne capitale perchée à mille mètres d’altitude. La route pour y arriver, la route serpentine est tout simplement magnifique. Une longue suite d’épingles à cheveux qui escalade un pan de montagne vertical sur un kilomètre de dénivelé. Et après chaque virage la vue sur les gorges de Kotor devient toujours plus stupéfiante. Les passagères ont eu des angoisses et elles étaient prêtes à la rébellion si la voiture s’approchait trop du bord, ou pire si le chauffeur regardait la mer tout là-bas en-dessous au lieu de la route. La ville rappelle un temps passé où les ambassades étaient actives. La balade à pied à travers cette cité tranquille, qui recèle de magnifiques monuments, est très agréable. Il y règne une quiétude qui rappelle l’idée que l’on se fait des villes coloniales où l’ennui représentait la principale activité.

Virpazar

Bourgade au bord du magnifique lac de Shkoder à cheval sur le Monténégro et l’Albanie. Notre hôtel, à notre avis trop vanté par notre guide ne mérite pas de tels éloges. Par contre la promenade en bateau sur le lac est un enchantement.

Nous allons vivre un épisode troublant. Je ne suis pas particulièrement parano, même si je me suis fait voler beaucoup de choses dans ma vie, mais ce jour j’ai entendu mon ange gardien qui m’a dit de me sauver. Au matin nous quittons Virpazar avec le désir de suivre le lac par la minuscule route qui le longe par sa rive sud. L’itinéraire est magnifique, mais les croisements problématiques. Après une dizaine de kilomètres nous nous arrêtons pour faire le point sur un petit espace. Une voiture jaune, genre break, nous dépasse et s’arrête une centaine de mètres plus loin. Nous avons à peine l’espace pour la doubler. Elle redémarre et nous suit. Une quinzaine de kilomètres plus loin, elle nous talonne toujours. Dans la voiture je ne suis pas le seul à l’avoir remarquée. A la sortie d’un virage serré un petit carrefour avec un espace permettant de s’arrêter. Nous descendons faire des photos sur un panorama extraordinaire, le lac une centaine de mètres plus bas apparaît dans toute son immensité. Le chauffeur de la voiture jaune a sans doute été surpris de notre arrêt inopiné, et s’immobilise cette fois derrière. Lui et son passager descendent en nous regardant ostensiblement et sortent un sac plastique duquel ils prennent un casse-croûte, qu’ils attaquent en restant accoudés à leur voiture. Là, çà commence à m’intriguer sérieusement. Je monte, reprends le volant, fais demi-tour et ils nous regardent nous éloigner en sens inverse. Avaient-ils prévenu des comparses qui quelques kilomètres plus loin auraient sans difficulté bloquer la route, et là pris en sandwich nous aurions été à leur merci ? Le Koléos les intéressait-il ? Les grosses voitures que l’on croise sont-elles toutes achetées ? Nous ne saurons jamais ce qu’ils nous voulaient, mais j’ai ressenti un profond malaise le temps qu’a duré cette petite aventure. Je me souviens m’être fait dépouiller de mes affaires au Pérou par un individu qui s’était quasiment fait accepter dans notre environnement comme non hostile.

Photos: les 6 premières la ville de Kotor la 7 une partie des gorges de Kotor la 8 photo d'une carte postale montrant la fameuse route serpentine 9,10,11 la ville de Cetinje les suivantes: le lac de Shkodër

Pierre Globetrotter ·2014-10-02

Salut Luc,

Quel temps sur Sarajevo !! Merci pour ces impressions qui me parlent car j'en reviens... L'éclairage que tu y apportes est un vrai plus. Tu as connu les années les plus terribles de ce coin.

Cette photo pourrait figurer au concours photo de ce moi-ci: http://voyageforum.com/discussion/concours-photo-vf-octobre-2014-vous-montez-vous-descendez-d6741932/

En parlant de la route serpentine au Monténégro, je suis d'accord avec toi, elle est tout simplement extraordinaire.

A bientôt,

Pierre 🙂

Mon espace web : http://www.world-blogueur.com Spéciale déconfinement https://voyageforum.com/discussion/enfin-libres-entre-rivieres-fleuves-canaux-velo-fil-eau-entre-seine-loire-d10299732/

Lucbertrand Globetrotter ·2014-10-03

ALBANIE (1ere partie)

Shkodër

Nous voilà en Albanie. Première surprise, plus besoin de visa on ne paie plus rien. Je ne suis pas loin de penser que l’Albanie considère qu’elle appartient à l’Union Européenne. D’ailleurs si la monnaie locale est le lek, partout l’euro est accepté et il est presque inutile de faire du change. J’ai même constaté que lorsque vous payez en carte bleue, bien souvent c’est directement en euros. Au restaurant la note vous est présentée en leks, en euros et en dollars, à vous de choisir ! D’autre part, d’une façon générale les routes n’ont plus rien à voir avec celles que j’ai connues il y 15 ans. Les grands axes que nous avons empruntés sont de bonne qualité sur l’ensemble du territoire. Sur les petites routes on trouve encore des portions où alternent bitume et terre. Mais de toute évidence, l’Albanie est un pays qui s’adapte à grande vitesse.

La ville de Shkodër au bord de son immense lac, ne ressemble plus du tout à l’image que j’en avais gardée. Je me souvenais d’une ville, où le goudron avait disparu des rues et où les immenses mares d’eau étaient si nombreuses que l’on aurait dit des rivières ou des marécages et non des rues. Tout cela est bien fini, tout est propre, de nombreux bâtiments modernes ont remplacé les vieux bâtiments de l’ère communiste.

Notre hôtel est absolument superbe. Il porte bien son nom « Tradita ». C’est une ancienne demeure albanaise, magnifiquement rénovée, au charme certain. Il est nécessaire de demander une chambre non borgne et là c’est le rêve. Pour un prix modique vous plongez dans la tradition albanaise. Le personnel est particulièrement attentif. On le sent pressé de bien faire, c’est émouvant et un peu rigolo. Dès que je suis dans ce pays j’ai vraiment le sentiment d’être dans ma deuxième patrie. Mon épouse qui appréhendait un peu est immédiatement conquise par tant de gentillesse. Le patron parle couramment le français et vient de temps à autre discuter de choses et d’autres. On sent que le monde il l’a beaucoup arpenté.

Le centre ville est piéton, et fini les embouteillages dont je me souviens, faits de vieilles Mercédès fumant plus noir les unes que les autres. D’ailleurs le parc automobile est rénové, toujours beaucoup de Mercédès, mais pour la plupart de dernière génération.

Shkodër c’est la ville du célèbre photographe albanais Pjeter Marubi (1834-1904). Ses photos de monuments ou de personnes en noir et blanc sont remarquables.

Nous allons visiter son château sur une colline qui domine la cité, d’où la vue, en particulier sur le lac, est de tout premier plan. En trois ans j’y étais venu de nombreuses fois entre 1999 et 2002. Jamais ou presque je n’y avais rencontré âme qui vive. Ce matin le flot de touristes est impressionnant, qu’ils soient albanais ou étrangers. De nombreux bus se lancent dans des manœuvres laborieuses dans des espaces restreints. Je reconnais l’un des caractères albanais dont je me souvenais. Mais la dextérité des chauffeurs fait que tout se déroule sans incident, même si nous sommes restés prisonniers quelque temps dans notre voiture entre ces gros engins.

Kruja

Bastion de la résistance albanaise à l’empire ottoman, la ville héberge un musée historique qui ne représente pas le même intérêt que celui de Tirana. Ce dernier étant plus particulièrement axé sur la période récente de l’ère de la dictature d’Enver Hodja. La ville vaut cependant le détour. Son bazar tout en longueur le long d’une jolie rue vaut le coup d’œil. En particulier les amateurs de vieux livres pourront y trouver des ouvrages intéressants sur l’ère de la dictature, aussi bien pour les textes que pour les images. Certains sont écrits en français. Je viens d’en acheter deux, dont l’un de Hodja qui raconte ses différentes entrevues avec Staline.

Un poème de Vehbi Bala montre cet esprit de résistance du peuple albanais:

L’Héroïne Kelmendi, assiégé, était dans la misère : Enfants, vieillards y mouraient par milliers. L’Assemblée siégeait dans les montagnes altières Qui dressent au ciel leurs versants escarpés.

Nora la Belle sort d’une chaumière, Traverse le siège d’un pas accéléré. -Me voilà Vuça Pacha, je suis ta prisonnière, Mes compatriotes se meurent affamés ! »

-Sois la bienvenue ma belle Albanaise- S’écria Vuça Pacha dévorant Cette fraîche beauté de ses yeux de braise.

Et les monts retentirent tout tremblants Lorsque Nora se lança de fureur Et lui planta la dague dans le cœur.

J’ai tiré ce poème aux rimes approximatives en français, de la revue littéraire albanaise « Les lettres Albanaises » numéro 4, 1984, qui était publiée sous la dictature. Attention à tout texte qui pouvait paraître non conforme aux canons de la pensée ! L’auteur s’exposait immédiatement aux différents châtiments en vigueur, entre relégation, emprisonnement, camp de concentration voire exécution.

Tirana

C’est avec émotion que je retrouve cette ville où j’ai habité trois ans. J’ai l’impression que j’ai rêvé cette époque maintenant lointaine, et qu’il s’agit d’une vie précédente. L’entrée de l’agglomération a complètement changé. En effet, une multitude de grands buildings a été construite et la ville s’est considérablement étendue. Nous descendons dans un hôtel superbe, tout neuf, le LAS. Il est tenu par un couple aidé de leurs deux enfants, un garçon et une fille d’environ 18 ans. Accueil de tout premier plan.

Nous laissons notre voiture et partons nous promener au centre ville. La rue principale le boulevard Dëshmorët e Kombit a gardé son aspect d’il y a 15 ans avec tous ses ministères, même si certaines affectations ont changé. Par contre les autres rues sont méconnaissables. Elles sont bien goudronnées, les magasins sont nombreux et diversifiés et très bien achalandés. Il y a de la lumière, et la nuit tout est bien éclairé, alors que quinze ans auparavant, la seule lumière que l’on voyait dans l’obscurité provenait des poubelles qui brûlaient. Nous sommes aujourd’hui dans une ville moderne, où dès que la nuit tombe la fête semble démarrer partout, sur les terrasses de café et dans les restaurants. La musique est toujours présente, qu’il s’agisse de sonorités anglo-saxonnes ou de chants plus langoureux balkaniques.

Photos:

Shkodër 1,2,3: hôtel Tradita 4: statue albanaise comme je les aime 5: l'habit est de tradition pas le vélo! 6,7: photos de Marubi 8: quartier piéton 9,10: vues du haut de la forteresse

Kruja 11,12,13,14

Tirana 15: notre hôte, accueil superbe 16,17,18,19: centre ville 20: musée national

Lucbertrand Globetrotter ·2014-10-03

ALBANIE (2 ème partie)

Berat

La ville aux mille fenêtres, ancienne cité ottomane qui garde un charme fou. Notre hôtel un peu avant la vieille ville est tout récent, ouvert seulement depuis trois mois. Il s’agit de véritables suites et non de chambres, dans un ancien combinat extrêmement bien réaménagé. Et une telle prestation pour 40 euros. Ca ne vaut pas le coup de s’en priver. Quant aux prix des repas de très bonne qualité comme partout en Albanie dans les hôtels il est dérisoire. Pour dix euros maximum, souvent cinq, vous faites un véritable festin avec un vin de très bonne qualité.

Nous sommes arrivés vers midi en provenance de Tirana. Nous avons tout l’après-midi pour visiter la vieille ville et la magnifique citadelle qui la domine. De cette dernière, lorsque le temps est clair la vue porte sur la montagne du Tomor qui culmine à plus de 2400 mètres d’altitude. Si on dispose du temps nécessaire il est très intéressant de s’engager vers ce massif montagneux qui conduit dans l’Albanie profonde. Mais cette fois-ci ce ne sera pas le cas pour nous. Ne disposant que de 20 jours pour un tour des Balkans, j’ai déjà du faire preuve de persuasion pour que nous restions une semaine dans ce merveilleux pays, l’Albanie.

Dans la citadelle il faut absolument visiter le musée des icônes. Elles sont remarquables vieilles de plusieurs siècles et très bien conservées. On doit à la présence d’esprit et l’initiative de la mairesse de la ville au cours de l’explosion du pays en 1997 d’avoir conservé ce patrimoine exceptionnel. Voyant venir le chaos, elle a caché chez elle tous ces trésors et les a restitués lorsque les pillages prirent fin et l’ordre rétabli. Sans cette remarquable volonté, toutes ces œuvres de premier plan seraient dispersées chez des collectionneurs sans morale de par le monde. Dans l’enceinte du musée il y a une ancienne église orthodoxe avec une iconostase absolument magnifique, la plus émouvante que je connaisse. Il faut, au sommet de la citadelle, aller voir les gigantesques réservoirs d’eau enterrés qui permettaient une grande autonomie en cas de problème ou de siège.

La dernière photo a été prise au cours d'un voyage précédent mai 2008, car cette fois la visibilité ne permettait pas de voir la montagne du Tomor, d'où les traces de neige, car en septembre il n'y en a plus ou pas encore.

Lucbertrand Globetrotter ·2014-10-04

ALBANIE (3ème partie)

Himara

Station balnéaire, qui elle aussi a beaucoup changé en quinze ans. La route qui va de Vlora à Saranda en passant par le col de Llogara et Himara n’a plus rien à voir avec la piste étroite d’antan. Ce coin du sud de l’Albanie est l’un des endroits les plus beaux que je connaisse. Hélas trop peu de temps pour faire découvrir à mes compagnons les trésors cachés dans la montagne, comme les vieux villages de Qeparo ou Himara le vieux.

Notre hôtel apparaît très moyen aux standards de ma famille, mais cependant il permet une vue extraordinaire sur la mer et permet d’assister à un coucher de soleil de toute beauté.

Malheureusement le mauvais temps qui nous a accompagné une bonne partie de notre périple ne nous a pas permis de jouir de l’extraordinaire panorama de la route de la riviera albanaise de Vlora à Himara.

Saranda

Bref arrêt le temps de prendre un café et d’admirer la mer Ionienne avec en toile de fond l’île de Corfou. Oui je sais, venir jusqu’ici et ne pas prendre le temps d’aller visiter le magnifique site de Butrint, mais voilà une semaine pour un pays c’est décidément bien trop court. En repartant nous passons par la curiosité géologique : l’œil bleu. Il s’agit d’une résurgence à fort débit dont l’eau présente une teinte admirable.

Gjirokastra

Avec Berat ce sont les deux villes les plus typiques d’Albanie. Surnommée la ville de pierre du fait de ses toits en lauses épaisses. De cette cité sont originaires deux célébrités albanaises. Tout d’abord le dictateur Enver Hodja et puis, plus réjouissant, le célèbre écrivain Ismaël Kadaré. Si vous ne deviez lire qu’un seul de ses livres, je vous conseille «Avril brisé ». Il y décrit la vie des gens du nord de l’Albanie sous le joug de la loi du kanun, la vengeance par le sang. Cette coutume est malheureusement toujours d’actualité.

Notre hôtel qui porte le nom de la ville se trouve juste sous le château. Pour l’atteindre il nous faut monter par des rues d’une extrême raideur, à se demander si l’adhérence des pneus sur ces pavés polis sera suffisante. La chambre très vaste que nous occupons est de toute beauté, bien dans la tradition albanaise. L’hôtel est une entreprise familiale dont le restaurant est aussi très correct. Nous nous rendons au château qui coiffe la colline, le long de laquelle s’étagent les maisons de la cité. La vue y est de tout premier plan sur les toits et les façades si caractéristiques de ce coin d’Albanie.

La visite du musée installé dans la forteresse est très instructive. On y découvre nombre d’œuvres, sculptures et peintures, à la gloire de la puissance et à l’héroïsme des combattants albanais. J’aime beaucoup l’art inspiré du réalisme socialiste, né en Union Soviétique. L’ère de la dictature albanaise s’en est beaucoup inspirée, et ce musée recèle nombre de pépites en la matière.

Permet Ville située sur la route entre Gjirokaster et Gorça. Cette route je ne la connaissais pas. Elle est tout à fait incroyable. Elle passe dans l’une des régions les plus désertes du pays. Elle est particulièrement tortueuse et il nous faudra au moins 6 heures pour effectuer une distance de 200 kilomètres, alors que le trafic est quasiment nul. Nous ferons une halte dans la petite ville de Permet. Elle est paisible et semble vivre à un rythme lent, très loin de la frénésie de Tirana. Aujourd’hui c’est jour de fête annuelle. Sur la place différents stands, dont l’un animé par les nostalgiques de l’ère de la dictature. Ils arborent des photos d’Enver Hodja. On voit bien aussi en Russie des nostalgiques de l’époque de puissance de l’URSS, qui s’affichent avec des effigies de Staline.

Photos: 1,2: Himara 3: Saranda 4: l'oeil bleu 5 à 16: Gjirokaster 17,18: environs de Permet 19,20: Permet

Lucbertrand Globetrotter ·2014-10-06

ALBANIE (4ème partie)

Gorça

Ville que l’on surnomme le « Petit Paris ». Après la première guerre mondiale elle a été sous administration française et on y trouvait encore à l’époque où j’habitais le pays, des personnes d’un certain âge qui parlaient notre langue sans le moindre accent. Hélas en 15 ans beaucoup ont dû mourir du fait de leur grand âge.

La ville a beaucoup changé. De grands bâtiments ont poussé de toutes parts. La partie ancienne constituée de jolies maisons du début du vingtième siècle d’inspiration sans doute italienne est à l’abandon. Manifestement l’argent pour rénover ce beau patrimoine fait défaut et tout est dans un état de décrépitude déplorable.

Notre hôtel présente une très belle façade récente. Mais l’arrière est de toute autre nature. La fenêtre de notre chambre donne sur une terrasse où s’entremêlent dans un fouillis indescriptible une multitude de fils électriques. Au centre de la ville une imposante église orthodoxe de facture récente est implantée. Nous assistons à un mariage. La mariée a toutes les peines du monde à se déplacer dans sa robe, qui semble plus tenir du carcan que de la robe de mariée.

A Gorça se trouve un cimetière militaire français où reposent 640 de nos concitoyens morts durant la première guerre mondiale dans des combats contre les forces de l’Axe, en particulier les Bulgares. Il m’est arrivé à trois reprises de présider au 11 novembre des cérémonies militaires dans ce coin reculé, situé pas très loin des frontières grecque et macédonienne. J’en garde un souvenir ému. La dernière année j’avais invité les différents attachés de défense étrangers, dont l’allemand et le bulgare.

Pogradec

Cette ville est au bord du lac d’Ohrid. Elle constitue notre dernière étape avant de passer la frontière en direction de la Macédoine. Ce lac de très grandes dimensions héberge un poisson que l’on trouve ici et dans le lac Baïkal et nulle part ailleurs. En albanais on l’appelle le Koran, il s’agit d’une grosse truite saumonée vivant en profondeur.

Dans cette cité habite un artiste que j’aime beaucoup le peintre Taso. D’ailleurs la peinture sous mon pseudo VF est de lui. Les derniers kilomètres nous conduisent à la frontière et un peu triste je quitte ce pays après une trop courte visite. Nous rentrons en Macédoine et le douanier macédonien est citoyen macédonien certes, mais aussi albanais. Il s’étonne que je parle sa langue l’albanais. Les Balkans c’est une mosaïque de peuples qui s’entremêlent par delà les frontières.

Photos: 1 et 2 :sculptures à la gloire des partisans sur la route avant Gorça 3: un des très rares survivants des 700 000 bunkers individuels qui constellaient le pays il y a 15 ans. 4: notre hôtel à Gorça 5,6,7,8: dans la ville de Gorça 9,10: bord du lac d'Ohrid à Pogradec 11 à19: le peintre Taso et quelques unes de ses très nombreuses toiles

Lucbertrand Globetrotter ·2014-10-07

MACEDOINE

Ohrid

Jolie station balnéaire à la réputation internationale, nous y descendons dans un hôtel en plein centre qui donne sur le lac. L’endroit est charmant. Le tourisme y est particulièrement actif. Nous y passons un moment très agréable à déguster les différents poissons du lac et à goûter les vins blancs et rouge de bonne tenue. Il est à noter que le fameux Koran, il faut rester en Albanie pour le manger, car sa pêche est interdite en Macédoine, étant considéré comme une espèce protégée.

Bitola

Nous faisons un détour par cette ville. Nous voulons voir le cimetière militaire français qui contient les corps de 17 000 soldats morts dans des combats contre les Bulgares. Nous ne le trouvons pas et mettons le cap sur Skopje la capitale de Macédoine, après avoir bu un café au centre ville. Cette ville dégage tristesse et pauvreté. Mais ce n'est qu'une impression, car nous n'avons fait que passer; si nous avions pris le temps d'y passer une nuit notre jugement serait peut-être différent.

Skopje

Cette ville est étonnante, sa partie slave et sa partie albanaise sont très différentes. Le Vardar, fleuve qui traverse la cité est bordé d’immenses bâtiments bien entretenus. On est frappé en premier lieu par le nombre incroyable de statues de bronze qui constellent les ponts et les places. On y croise des personnages de légendes comme Alexandre le conquérant ou des hommes politiques récents. La partie albanaise au contraire d’une ville de grands bâtiments, nous ramène en Albanie avec ses rues pavées, son architecture balkanique et ses mosquées. La religion a l’air plus suivie ici qu’en Albanie, où les mosquées même si elles sont nombreuses restent généralement désertes.

SERBIE

Belgrade

Immense ville qui s’étale sur de grandes distances. Nous logeons en plein centre à proximité immédiate de la Présidence de la République dans un hôtel assez étrange au charme désuet des grandes demeures du début du XXème siècle. Au détour des rues, parfois on voit encore par endroits les traces du bombardement effectué durant, me semble-t-il trois longs mois par les aviations de pays de l’OTAN, dont la France fut le deuxième contributeur après les USA. La ville se trouve au confluent de la Save et du Danube.

La longue rue qui conduit à la colline où se trouve l’ancienne forteresse est piétonne. Il est particulièrement agréable de s’y promener. J’ai recherché dans les nombreuses librairies des ouvrages sur la guerre récente, écrits par des Serbes et traduits en anglais. En effet, jusqu’à présent je n’ai jamais lu de textes venant de cette partie. Il est toujours instructif d’avoir la vérité de chacun.

La visite de la forteresse est aussi très intéressante. En particulier, on peut y admirer le confluent de deux puissants cours d’eau la Save et le Danube. De la même manière à Mendoza j’avais cherché un livre sur la guerre de Malouines écrit par un Argentin, car les nombreux livres que j’avais lus à ce sujet étaient tous d’auteurs britanniques. Là encore on découvre des perceptions différentes d’un même événement.

Il nous reste trois jours et 1500 kilomètres avant de rentrer à Lyon. Notre voyage touche à sa fin. En trois étapes, exclusivement ou presque par autoroute, nous allons regagner les bords du Rhône.

CROATIE

Rijeka

Ville qui a été disputée au cours du temps entre la Croatie et l’Italie. Actuellement elle est le principal port de Croatie. Un centre ville piéton où nous faisons une balade nocturne avant d’aller faire un repas de poissons.

ITALIE

Sirmione

Adorable petite cité sur le bord du lac de Garde, nichée tout au bout d’une presqu’île effilée. Nous descendons dans un hôtel au charme désuet et aux peintures un peu fanées. Mais sa situation est de tout premier plan. Son site archéologique, une immense villa romaine qui est située au point ultime de la presqu’île et son château qui en garde l’accès sont deux sites remarquables de ce très joli coin d’Italie. Comme dernière étape ce fut un enchantement. Je recommande très vivement la visite de ce lieu pittoresque, même si nous étions de véritables hordes de touristes à l’assaut de cet endroit ravissant.

Photos: 1 à 4 : Ohrid 5 à 10 : Skopje 11 à 16 : Belgrade 17 : Rijeka 18 à 20 : Sirmione

Pierre Globetrotter ·2014-10-07

Salut Luc,

Visiblement Shköder a bien changé. Bien d'accord avec toi concernant Berat. J'ai visité également lors d'un voyage précédent Rijeika et Sirmione en Italie. J'avais été charmé par cette dernière...

Merci 🙂

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VI Vincent354 Regular ·2014-10-08

Bonjour, ces photos sont vraiment superbes :-) Je pense que ce sont les destinations de l'Albanie et du Monténégro qui m'attireraient le plus. Quel beau périple en voiture en tout cas, merci de le faire partager !!!

Lucbertrand Globetrotter ·2014-10-09

Bonjour Vincent, le Monténégro et l'Albanie sont deux pays qui recèlent une multitude de belles choses.

Le Monténégro en dehors de ce récit je m'y suis promené en particulier dans le parc de Dormitor, massif montagneux très sauvage.

L'Albanie c'est aussi les montagnes du nord avec de grands massifs montagneux qui culminent à 2753 mètres avec des randonnées très dépaysantes en allant loger chez les bergers.

Mais les autres pays que je connais moins bien sont aussi magnifiques, par exemple la ville de Prizeren au Kosovo ou bien la vallée de Gostivar entre la frontière albanaise et Skopje en Macédoine.

Ce type de voyage ne se fait pas toujours facilement, mon épouse qui est prof d'histoire est partie presque à reculons, parfois elle a trouvé cela dur, mais elle en est revenue avec une nouvelle mise en perspective de ses connaissances livresques, et une envie de lire tout un tas de livres. Je pourrais disserter des heures sur cette région des Balkans, où j'ai laissé une partie de mon âme.

Les Balkans ça vaut plus que le coup.

Luc

PHOTOS/ 1,2,3: Parc de Dormitor Monténégro

4,5, : le Korab point culminant d'Albanie, qui fait frontière avec le Kosovo et la Macédoine (je crois me souvenir) un peu comme le mont Dolent entre la France la Suisse et l'Italie.

6: Prizeren au Kosovo

7: avec un baba bektachi à Gostivar en Macédoine

AV Avenirmétis Regular ·2015-03-22

Bonjour,

Ce récit est passionnant. Merci de l'avoir partagé et bonne continuation.

" Si vous avez peur de l'aventure, essayez la routine, elle est mortelle! " Paolo Coelho

Danrobi Regular ·2015-03-25

Généreux partage et belles photos effectivement! (juste un petit lapsus: entre Sarande et Corfou, vue sans doute sur mer Ionienne, Egée étant sauf erreur plus à l'est, entre Grèce et Turquie. Bien belle aussi!) Bons futurs voyages!

Danrobi

Lucbertrand Globetrotter ·2015-03-25

Bonjour Danielle, merci pour le petit mot. Je suis impardonnable, effectivement cette confusion entre mer Ionienne et mer Égée était bien incrustée dans ma tête. Merci de m'avoir extirpé cette erreur du cerveau, moi qui pensais bien connaître ce coin d'Europe. Je vais corriger, j'avais fait un autre texte (Albanie Nostalgie) que j'avais mis sur VF il y a plusieurs années.Je vais vite aller voir si j'avais fait la même erreur, en effet l'Adriatique s'arrête au cap Koraburum (orthographe?), juste au sud de Vlora. Cela veut dire (je crois) nez noir en turc. Je viens de vérifier mon texte précédent, je n'avais pas fait la faute, Alzheimer n'est pas loin😠 . Luc

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March 2nd — Departure by bus from Latour at 6:50 AM. The journey isn’t direct: we pass through Elne then Corneilla. In Perpignan, I switch to a BlablaBus heading to Barcelona’s northern bus station. Before reaching Le Perthus, French police stop us to check IDs. Several people aren’t in order, but after about fifteen minutes, we’re on our way again. We’re checked again at La Jonquera: this time, the wait lasts almost forty-five minutes while police identify those in violation and wait for a vehicle to pick them up. The driver then tries to make up for lost time; we finally arrive at our destination half an hour late.

I quickly head to the Arc de Triomphe metro station, located 200 meters away: you have to cross the bridge along the bus parking lot, then walk through a large garden; the station is on the right before the garden entrance. The trip to the airport isn’t direct: I have to change at Tomasso and take the line to the airport, where I arrive at 1 PM.

At the Emirates counter, I learn my flight was just canceled due to the war in Iran; they offer me another flight for the next day. I have to wait at the airport until 7 PM before being taken to a hotel; the next morning, I’ll take a flight to Vienna (with an 8-hour layover), then an Air India flight to Delhi, and finally a flight to Kolkata. I agree: I don’t know Vienna, so it’ll be an unexpected discovery.

At 7 PM, a small group is taken to the hotel, 35 minutes from the airport, where we’re served a light dinner upon arrival.

March 3rd — A taxi picks me up at 6:30 AM; the flight to Vienna takes off at 9:30 AM and arrives at noon. I’m free until 7 PM; the metro is direct to the city center. The weather is pleasant and not too cold, luckily, since my clothes are light.

When I exit the metro, I spot the St. Stephen’s Cathedral tower in the distance and approach it: the roof, made of glazed tiles, is remarkable.

Entry is free, and the interior, a mix of Gothic and Baroque styles in the center, is stunning.

Not far from there is St. Anne’s Church

, also Baroque, adorned with beautiful frescoes

—a music concert adds an enchanting atmosphere to the visit. I continue my walk at random through the pedestrian streets lined with magnificent buildings: I’m charmed by the city.

Before heading back to the airport, I stop at a lovely tea salon. My flight will eventually leave with a delay.

Wednesday, March 4th — Delhi and a little luggage scare We arrive in Delhi shortly after noon. Immigration is quick, and good news: my bag was checked through from Barcelona to Kolkata. I head to the connecting terminal and arrive half an hour before boarding: the flight goes smoothly. Upon arrival, the luggage comes out quickly… except mine. After filing a report, I’m told my bag is in Delhi—I have to retrieve it before taking another flight. I didn’t know (or had forgotten): with the delays, I wouldn’t have had time to pick it up and make the connection.

I take a taxi to the Ichamati Hotel. The welcome is warm, and the room is clean but very small. Without my bag, I feel a bit lost—I have nothing to change into.

Tonight, I’m dining with Raja and his friends at a beautiful restaurant, an old colonial house turned into a hotel.

We’re happy to see each other and have a comforting evening together.

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MirandaMouse 5 days ago

Mice in Switzerland, the Other Cheese Country!

I'm starting my first travel journal since VF reopened!

This will mostly be to share my impressions and some photos, with a few days' delay, but I'm starting this journal while I'm still here.

First, I'd like to thank those who helped me prepare for this trip.

I was able to organize this stay in one of the most expensive countries in the world thanks to the home-exchange principle. Not necessarily a direct swap, but through a points system, which is more practical for choosing where you want to go without it having to be a reciprocal exchange.

For this trip, there will already be two different accommodations. We'll see how it goes after that.

The first place is near Yverdon-les-Bains, close to Lake Neuchâtel.

So, we're going to explore this area!

We arrived under capricious weather that won’t leave us for the next few days!

We had dinner at a pizzeria recommended by *Le Routard* in Yverdon, then took a little nighttime stroll through the town center before heading inland to settle into our accommodation.

We discovered a very large, quiet house—and especially the cat that stayed behind! Funny for a couple of mice! He’ll be sleeping with us 😹

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Montagnard74 6 days ago · Muriel18

Turkey 2026: Riviera, Antalya, and Cappadocia

Hi everyone!

If you're looking for great tips and offbeat spots, if you love exploring uncharted parts of a country, if the exotic is your adrenaline, then move along!

Our 15 days in early May in this part of Turkey (a country I first discovered during a city trip to Istanbul in 2017) will only tread well-worn paths and revisit popular routes. Simply because I kept hoping until the very end that our flight to Jordan wouldn’t be canceled. Events in the Gulf proved me wrong, so we left with: Zero preparation. Not a single hotel booked (well, except the first one), no visits planned, just a flight ticket bought three weeks earlier. No guidebook, no app—just the desire to explore southern Turkey and Cappadocia, whose images and the chance to stretch our legs had caught my eye.

Oh, wait—I did bring along a new guide: Gemini! Yes, my friends, generative AI was my chief advisor throughout the trip for sites to visit, accommodations, routes, and even restaurants! An experiment I wanted to try to form my own opinion on using this new technology. And what better way to test it than a Turkish getaway?

The verdict? You’ll have to wait for the trip recap to find out!

The main idea of the trip is also relaxation.

So, the plan is Antalya for a few days, the Turkish Riviera for a few more, Cappadocia as the highlight, and a return via Antalya to wrap up the trip. And it was all planned by AI!

So, if you're ready, fasten your seatbelts—cabin crew, doors to automatic and cross check—boarding for Turkey now!

A little sneak peek?

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GeorgesOZ last week · Hypnos

Langtang – Trekking in the Rain

We did the Langtang trek (hike) from September 10th to 17th, with the first and last days being the trip from Kathmandu and back—so 6 days of actual walking. It’s a fairly well-known trek but certainly not as famous or crowded as those in the Annapurna or Everest regions, which is why we chose it.

In theory, it’s mandatory to have a guide for this trek. In reality, it seems there are ways to bypass the regulations: we met at least two people hiking without a guide—a South Korean, a New Zealander, and possibly also a couple of English women and an American couple, though we’re not sure if they had a guide.

The agency we booked with had told us it was an affordable trek for relatively older people in good shape—which is our case (I’m 72 myself). I have to say upfront that we found it quite challenging, maybe because we didn’t have good weather—it was the end of the monsoon season. To be clear, no matter your fitness level, I’d say doing this trek in the middle of the monsoon season would be suicidal.

Day 1 – Journey from Kathmandu to Syapru Besi

On Monday, September 8th, there had been violent protests in Kathmandu against the government, which had, among other things, blocked access to social media and been accused of nepotism and corruption. There were 19 deaths. The situation was very tense on the day of our departure, Wednesday the 10th. The agency warned us that public transport was very unreliable. So, we decided to take a jeep, at an additional cost of $100 ($160 minus what was already budgeted for the bus).

We left a little before 7 a.m. and it took us a good hour just to reach the outskirts of Kathmandu. Along the way, we saw several houses and vehicles set on fire by protesters.

The road to Syapru Besi is only 120 km, but it’s frankly awful. It’s always narrow, winds through endless mountains, and the shoulders range from bad to confusing to nonexistent. Several sections are just dirt tracks. We didn’t regret opting for the jeep, as we could stop several times at our convenience—if only to let Y (my Thai partner) throw up everything she had. She’d taken her usual motion sickness medication, but the constant turns, accelerations, and braking eventually made her terribly carsick.

In Nuwakot, we stopped for breakfast at a nice little restaurant, Jimbu. It was around 8:30 a.m., and we’d barely covered 60 km. The restaurant has a lovely garden overlooking the Trishuli Ganga, the river flowing down from Syapru Besi. First photo: the river in the bottom right corner, mist and clouds over the mountain on the other side.

An hour later, my second photo: the hills along the Trishuli Ganga. You can see the different crops—lush green rice paddies in the lower right and corn, already yellowed and likely harvested, in the foreground on the left. And of course, the mist and clouds through which you can glimpse the mountain on the other side of the river.

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Calisson94 last week

Back to Swedish Lapland: Trekking the Kungsleden and Crossing Sarek

Summer 2022 left me with a sense of unfinished business, so here I am back in Swedish Lapland for summer 2024, ready to attempt the Sarek crossing again—and this time, tackle part of the Kungsleden too.

After much hesitation, my partner Jean Marie and I decided to start with the Kungsleden, which is, from what we’ve read, stunning but very busy (and it really is!!), and finish with the wilder option: SAREK! This park is known as Europe’s last true wilderness—sounds like a dream, right?! The downside of this plan is that there’s no way to resupply in Sarek, and the Kungsleden isn’t exactly set up for long-distance trekking either, so we’ll have to carry a lot of food for the first part of the trip with Sarek in mind. Oh well, we’re motivated!

Our plan is to start in Abisko (the classic route), head to Vakkotavare (also classic, but with some variations to avoid the official trail and the crowds), then continue the Kungsleden from Saltoluokta. Before reaching Aktse, we’ll set off on an east-to-west crossing of Sarek (weather-dependent, since aside from the Skarja hut in the center of the park, there’s no shelter if conditions turn bad). At least we’ll be on the right side of the park to climb Skierfe and enjoy the jaw-dropping view of Rappaladen if we have to bail on Sarek.

All in all, that’s 17 days of trekking, including 1 rest day and 1 buffer day for weather delays.

So if you’re interested, I invite you to follow our fully packed backpacks!

08/03 - Abisko – 5km before Abiskojaure Some info (guides we used for prep, SFT map, sending food to Saltoluokta) 08/04 – 5km before Abiskojaure - on the east shore of Lake Alisjavri 08/05 – East shore of Lake Alisjavri – just before Tjaktja 08/06 – Just before Tjaktja – above the Salka hut via Nallo 08/07 - Salka – just past Singi + side trip to Djalson Lake 08/08 - Singi – Teusajaure 08/09 - Teusajaure - Vakkotavare (end of the first section of the Kungsleden) 08/10 – rest day in Saltoluokta + round trip to the Sámi village of Pietjaure 08/11 – Saltoluokta – Sitojaure 08/12 - Sitojaure - Skierfe - Sarek or no Sarek? 08/13 – Skierfe – somewhere above Rapadalen 08/14 – Somewhere above Rapadalen – above the Skarki hut 08/15 – Above the Skarki hut - Skarja 08/16 – Camping at Skarja 08/17 – Ruohtesvagge 08/18 – Ruohtesvagge - Padjelantaleden 08/19 – Padjelantaleden - Ritsem – End of the trek 08/20–24 - End of the trip (Lullea - Stockholm) And of course, the recap

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RichardXI last week

Page by Page on the Assisi Way – 1,200 km on Foot

Preamble

June 2024. While hiking with my brother on the GR 36 Tour du Morvan, I catch sight now and then of strange rectangular markers fixed to tree trunks. Against a bright orange background, a deep black Greek tau topped with a white dove. My first encounter with the Assisi Way. The Way of St. Francis: a pilgrimage route linking Vézelay in Burgundy to Assisi in Italy, covering nearly 1,800 km. It felt like an obvious next step—I immediately knew I’d take it on, attempt the adventure solo.

In the months that followed, I talked about my project to everyone—family, friends, my partner. An avalanche of comments, more or less the same but varying depending on each person’s character and life experiences. But deep down, it all boiled down to one legitimate question: why?

And the answers? Hesitant, awkward, partial, even confused. I quickly realized they weren’t so easy to find. It was as if my project seemed more like a whim, a kind of intimate caprice, rather than a well-thought-out plan. Of course, I knew the reasons that pushed me to leave—you always have to give some. Loved ones need to understand to feel reassured, and that’s understandable. But I fear that when I list them, they’ll sound like the same old checklist anyone embarking on this kind of journey might give. Of all the reasons I could mention, I’ll highlight just one here: the call of the road, the solo adventure that brings a powerful sense of freedom. A bit like Monsieur Seguin’s goat, who from her comfortable pen gazes longingly at the unconstrained horizon of the mountain. But if I’m being honest, I think I didn’t really know what I was looking for—or, more importantly, what I’d find. Deep down, when I reflect on it, one word keeps coming up that explains nothing and everything at once: desire.

Now well past sixty, I know that when I ask myself who I am or where I’m going, two things bring me fully back to myself: hiking and writing. And my intention was also to anchor this adventure through words, day by day. Writing down my feelings, emotions, discoveries, and reflections each evening. The famous travel journal that grounds the daily experience in reality. When I discovered the app "Polarstep," which was initially just meant to keep my loved ones updated and reassured, inform them of my progress, and maintain a connection, I found an opportunity to do it a little differently than usual. No retrospective notes polished up after returning, but spontaneous writing—recounting everything that crossed my mind during the day and publishing it immediately. A journey lived in real time.

This text is the exact transcription of my daily writings. Rereading them, I didn’t change a thing—just corrected a few mistakes and tweaked some awkward phrasing here and there. Short texts, fitting the format imposed by this kind of app. Writing as if addressing others.

Now, all that was left was to walk. April 18, 2026 – Vézelay.

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Jojoone1 2 weeks ago

All Over Thailand

You can post your personal photos in the following thread: https://voyageforum.com/forum/quelque-part-en-thailande-d10655574/

This travel journal is therefore intended solely for my photos, to present a consistent style. All the shots were taken with a simple Samsung Galaxy smartphone and with whatever was at hand.

All stays combined, I’ve spent the equivalent of a year at most in Thailand, and I’m no great expert. However, after many trips, lots of reading on VoyageForum and other sites, and conversations with many locals as well as expats, my view of the country is becoming clearer, though it’s constantly evolving. You never stop discovering and learning.

I guess I wanted to deliver a puzzle, mainly for those who want to get an idea of the country here and for those who feel nostalgic about it. I don’t know if this minimalist sharing will interest anyone, but it’ll do me good to put it together. After so many months without traveling and then these other long months with VF closed, there’s plenty of material available.

There’ll be a mix of places, periods, and subjects, but it might well be intentional.

I suspect many Thais have dogs because they make excellent guardians for the home. Nothing better to deter burglars or to signal the presence of a snake. You’ll often see Thais tapping the top of their dog’s head, but don’t be fooled: it’s a sign of affection from them. Judging by the dogs’ reactions, they’re used to it.

Thailand is one of the countries on the planet where rabies is still present, so keep that in mind. It’s not just bites that can be dangerous, so don’t let just any dog lick you. Especially on a wound, of course. Even though dogs often fear humans—this dangerous and unpredictable predator—we still need to stay cautious. Be careful when walking into alleys because the dog will defend its master’s big yard. Be careful at night, and be careful when they’re in packs. It sometimes crosses our minds that Thailand isn’t all that made for walking around, and dogs are one of the reasons. That said, it’s not uncommon to see them chasing bikes or scooters. Cars, though? Much rarer—they’re too big.

It seems Thais prefer to give their dogs freedom by not locking them behind gates. Though sometimes the gate is closed, the little side door is wide open. Oh, and sometimes there’s no gate in front of the property, or it’s been full of holes for years.

You’ll often see dogs sleeping on the roadside, sometimes right on the road. When you approach, they move aside nonchalantly—or not at all. It’s less funny when they suddenly appear from thick vegetation, reminding visitors not to drive too fast. As a result, you’ll notice that dogs with injuries or missing legs aren’t that rare.

Since they believe in reincarnation and respect for all forms of life, they don’t chase dog packs away too much, and they don’t sterilize them enough. When you see a small pack roaming freely in the countryside, you think twice about running into them at the edge of a field. A darker side of this is that euthanasia isn’t often practiced. Twice, we saw dogs at death’s door in temples, enduring terrible suffering with no one to help. The image (and the smell) of one of them, agonizing and exuding the stench of death, still comes back to me sometimes.

Some of you may have seen the YouTube vlog of a French woman living in Phuket who was given a little pig by her Thai friends. The animal, well-fed, quickly became a happy and enormous beast with its own garden. Yet it didn’t take long for it to fall seriously ill and become incurable. In her video, the French woman described how difficult it was to find a vet willing to perform euthanasia.

You’ll often see bowls by the side of the road. Thais leave food and water there for stray cats and dogs. Overall, they have a big heart for animals.

If you ever pop into a shopping mall, you might see people pushing their small dogs in strollers. It’s not just for fun—these strollers are provided for customers to put their pets in, otherwise you can’t bring them inside. It looks a bit odd when you expect to see a baby.

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Zigomar67 2 weeks ago · Puma2A

Argentine and Chilean Patagonia from El Calafate to Ushuaia

This travel journal summarizes a trip I took in March to Argentine and Chilean Patagonia. It starts in El Calafate and ends in Ushuaia. During my planning, I considered looking into the Australis cruise from Punta Arenas to Ushuaia, as well as the W trek in Torres del Paine National Park. In both cases, I was put off by the prices. Instead of the cruise, I found two interesting wildlife excursions from Punta Arenas: whale watching in the Strait of Magellan and observing king penguins in Tierra del Fuego. The journey to Ushuaia was by bus. For Torres del Paine, things were a bit confusing, so I reached out to two agencies. In the end, I went with a rental car option, overnight stays on-site, and day hikes. I shared my full itinerary with the agency and ended up being taken care of by a local Argentine agency and a Chilean one. So, here we go...

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Nathalie971 2 weeks ago

From Southern Shikoku, between land and sea, to the blue waters of Miyakojima and finally the Tokyo metropolis

From Southern Shikoku, between land and sea, to the blue waters of Miyakojima and finally Tokyo’s megacity

Hi everyone,

I have to admit, I really hesitated before deciding to write this travel journal... Writing one takes a lot of time and energy, and since this is my 4th trip, I wondered if it would even interest anyone other than myself (both for the discovery and the writing). But after a few people asked, "Are you going to write a journal?" and especially after rediscovering the joy of reading other travelers’ journals about Japan or elsewhere on this forum, I’ve decided to share my 4th installment in the Land of the Rising Sun here.

The itinerary: 27 full days, from late May to late June 2025, right in the middle of the rainy season, including:

-->13 days in Shikoku, from Kochi (Kochi Prefecture) to Matsuyama (Ehime Prefecture)

-->7 days in Miyakojima (Okinawa Prefecture)

-->7 days in Tokyo

The trip was decided on fairly last-minute again this year.

Since I regularly check flight prices to track fluctuations for this destination even without concrete plans, stumbling upon a slightly cheaper direct flight (900 €) than what I’d seen in previous months (around 1,200–1,400 € on average) for a Paris-Tokyo route with Japanese airline ANA was too tempting to resist the urge to return to this enchanting country. After much hesitation between exploring the San’in region (Matsue, Tottori, Yamaguchi) and Southern Shikoku, the decision was made—I took the plunge! The ticket is booked: Paris to Kochi with a layover in Tokyo, all with ANA, the airline I’d been dreaming of... for 1,120 € per person. Okay, it’s not cheap, but it’s better than in 2023.

Departure in 2 weeks! Now I just have to get everything ready!

Intense prep work over these next 2 weeks to:

finalize a more precise itinerary and reach an agreement—yep, because even though we both love Japan, our preferences differ slightly, and we have to choose between exploring new places or revisiting beloved spots... decide how much time to spend in each area without rushing while still exploring research places that might interest us and watch videos about Japan book accommodations: yes, it’s possible to do this on the spot, but last year, we realized that last-minute options were pretty expensive, so we’re booking ahead—though we’ll keep a few options open in case better deals pop up later reserve rental cars order yen check the weather regularly and wonder if choosing the *tsuyu* (rainy season) was really a good idea—are we going to be drenched the whole time???

"What hard work," you might say! Going to Japan for a month—what a tough life! Despite this being my 4th trip, the excitement is just as intense as the first time.

The only small downside is that when we booked the flight, there weren’t many seats left, so we’re only sitting together on the international return flight. Plus, on the way there, we have middle seats. Another lingering question: what French-language films will be available? According to the internet, the selection seems limited. Oh well, these are just minor details—it’s already time to fly! PS: I’ll be posting slowly and irregularly... so for those interested, be patient, and maybe set an alert...

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Cendryon 2 weeks ago · Eole34

Kattegat Tour and Norway’s Majestic Fjords – 32 Days (Denmark, Sweden, Norway)

Kattegat isn’t just the name of the village in the TV series *Vikings*—it’s also the stretch of water separating Denmark from Sweden... the sea, basically! And further north, you’ve got Norway and its fjords! Originally, I’d planned to just do a loop around Kattegat, with the *Under* restaurant in Lindesnes as our anniversary treat... but along the way, we thought, why not "push" a little further north, keeping an eye on the budget since we’d chosen to travel by car in June 2025 through Scandinavia.

Why by car when most travelers opt for a camper van, while others prefer the comfort of cruises? Well, because we don’t own a camper van, renting one is pricey, and then you’ve got to add fuel costs (those things guzzle gas!), ferry fees, and other "tolls." All things considered, we went for mostly rentals—especially since there were four of us at the start of the trip. We spent the first week in Denmark with our daughter and son-in-law. Then they flew back to Belgium, and we continued our adventure as a couple. For accommodation, we mainly booked Airbnb apartments, which helped keep costs down and, most importantly, let us prepare our own meals (diet, diet!). In this travel journal, you’ll discover (or rediscover, for those who followed my older ones) our unbridled love for theme parks, museums, unique experiences, and—especially in Denmark—Legos! Unfortunately, we didn’t do any hikes this year because the unpredictable weather had made the trails slippery, and since I’d already taken three tumbles during the trip, I didn’t want to risk another! In the end, we traveled for 32 days, covered 6,200 km, and most importantly, discovered the charming country of Denmark, marveled at Norway’s breathtaking fjords—all without suffering the heatwave that hit France and Belgium that June! If you’ve got any questions, don’t hesitate to ask!

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Servanel 3 weeks ago · Vandfaure

Two weeks in Malaysia in September 2017

Hi there,

Here’s our account of our trip to Malaysia from September 11th to 27th. I hope our tips can help others as much as this forum has helped us!

Day 0:

Departure from Nantes with a transfer in Amsterdam via KLM (720 €).

Day 1:

We arrive at KLIA1 in the early afternoon. First challenge: figuring out where to pick up our luggage. Turns out the answer is right under our noses—we need to take the airport’s internal metro! Once we’ve got our bags, we withdraw some cash from a Maybank ATM right there. Next up: SIM card! Just outside the arrivals hall, several kiosks offer them. We go for a Celcom 5 GB card (70 RM). Then it’s taxi time to get to KL, in the Bukit Bintang area—about 85 RM in a slightly old taxi with weak air conditioning. We check into our Airbnb apartment, which is clean, more spacious than a hotel room, and—best of all—has a charming balcony with a gorgeous nighttime view!

We end up hanging out on that balcony, reviewing our plans for the next day. After dark, we take the monorail just a short walk away to enjoy our first evening on a rooftop at the 34th floor: Hélipad (Raja Chulan station—you have to enter the Menara Tower at the base of the station) with a panoramic view of the city and its iconic towers.

Finally, we head to Jalan Alor to grab a bite in this super busy street. Big sleep ahead! 😴

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Muriel18 3 weeks ago · Puma2A

Two weeks under the Puglia sun

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.

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Fabhyène 3 weeks ago · Chrisfenua

3 weeks in Laos, stress-free

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

This trip was in 2023, but when I wanted to write my travel journal, VF was still closed to contributions... So, now that I've just finished my Japan travel journal here, I figured it was high time to honor this destination we came back from so enchanted. Disclaimer 1: This is a written travel journal. There’ll be text! Too much, for some! Disclaimer 2: This is an illustrated travel journal. There’ll be photos! Too many, for some!

I have to say, every time I try to discipline myself, to keep it shorter, to include fewer photos... I end up adding more. It feels like my dear Aunt Nicole, who exhausted us with her slide-show evenings in the 70s/80s, decided to take her revenge. The upside for you, readers, is that you can slip away anytime without offending Aunt Nicole. I won’t even notice!

Anyway, since I love maps, here’s one to give you an idea of where I’m taking you. As you can see, we only saw a tiny part of Laos (the areas circled in red); we only had 3 weeks for ourselves (my husband’s newly retired, I still work), and we prefer taking our time over rushing around like crazy.

In broad strokes, it was very classic:

First, we “settled in” at Luang Prabang (8 days), because we wanted and needed to. From there, we took three days to venture a little further north—not far in kilometers, but as we know, distances aren’t just about km! Then we flew south to Paksé, letting ourselves drift down to the 4,000 Islands while stopping by the pre-Angkorian archaeological sites. We wrapped up with the Bolaven Plateau.

A few practical notes: We arrived via Bangkok, then took a Bangkok-Luang Prabang flight, having picked up our luggage in Bangkok to check it in for Luang Prabang. No issues—the Bangkok airport, which many of you know, is very well organized. We got our visas on arrival in Luang Prabang. Quick, but to be fair, we were on a “small” plane, and the big flights had arrived earlier, so we weren’t too crowded in line! At the end of our trip, we didn’t fly out of Paksé but from the nearby airport in Thailand, Ubon Ratchathani (a 2.5-hour drive from Paksé), then Bangkok and Paris. You’ll notice we skipped Vientiane to stay longer in Luang Prabang. That said, there’s now a high-speed train between Vientiane and Luang Prabang—good to know—and soon the (Chinese) train will go all the way to Bangkok and even Kuala Lumpur!

With that intro out of the way, let’s dive into the heart of the matter. To be continued: Slowing down the pace... in Luang Prabang

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Torpan 3 weeks ago · Tulipe57

Japan: First Discovery!

Here’s a little story about my first trip to Japan with my partner. We went for our first visit from October 29 to November 13, 2024.

I had planned this entire trip back in November 2020, but given the health situation at the time, I had to cancel...

Here’s the classic route we took:

We booked everything ourselves and got a regional pass for the area from Kyoto to Hiroshima. The hotels were reserved 3 months in advance on Book... and Agod... (1030 € for 2 people for 13 nights = 80 €/night). For the flight, we chose a Qatar Airways flight with a layover to break up the long journey (950 € per person). We also got a pass on the same site (Japan-Experience) to take the train connecting Narita Airport to Shibuya Station (the N'EX Narita Express). Since the airport is 75 km from central Tokyo, we opted for this mode of transport, even though there are cheaper alternatives. After reading various posts on VoyageForum, I understood how important it was to have a Welcome Suica card to pay for public transport (subway, tram, bus, boat throughout the country), and we were able to buy one at Narita Airport. It turned out to be super useful! After a long but smooth journey, we found ourselves at Narita Airport in the evening. Even though we had a pass for the Narita Express, we had to go to a counter to make a reservation for the train (mandatory). Then, once we arrived at Shibuya Station, we took the subway for 2 stops and finally reached our hotel, exhausted (Hotel Asia Center of Japan – 270 € for 3 nights with breakfast included).

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Fabhyène 3 weeks ago · Tulipe57

Draw Me Your Japan...

Hi there!

I’m inviting you on a stroll through my drawings—a completely subjective, far from exhaustive, and totally personal take, since it’s based on my own sketches. I put this travel journal together after returning in late 2024, mostly using felt-tip pens and pencils, with a few collages thrown in. I worked from our personal photos.

Let’s start with the shotengai...

Our first "wow" moment came as we stepped out of the subway in Asakusa, the Tokyo neighborhood where we’d booked our hotel for our first five nights. Exhausted after our long flight, we finally arrived and took an exit that led straight into a shotengai—one of those covered shopping streets that pop up in city centers and flourished between the 1950s and 1980s.

It was an instant aesthetic shock, like a close encounter of the third kind between the modern city, a typical Asian market with its street stalls, the vintage vibe of the arcade, the sheer abundance of goods, and the bustling crowd—a mix of tourists, pilgrims (thanks to nearby Senso-ji Temple), and locals (it’s a very working-class area). In the end, it set the tone for a feeling we’d experience throughout the trip. Wherever we went, shotengai turned out to be fantastic spots for finding little restaurants, shops, or even fresh produce. Some are like real mazes, like in Kyoto, where we spent ages trying to relocate a restaurant we’d loved ;-)

In Kanazawa, the Omicho Market:

And in Kyoto, Nishiki Market:

To be continued...

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Holigirl 4 weeks ago · Solene40

South Africa in safari mode: February/March 2026

Hi everyone,

With my girlfriend Christelle, we’ve chosen South Africa for our first trip to Southern Africa, focusing on safaris—after a long debate with a Cape Town/Kruger combo. But that would’ve meant cutting out St Lucia, which would’ve been harder to fit into another trip. And St Lucia—thanks to Michel and all those travel journals—we really wanted to go there.

So our 11-night itinerary ended up like this, mostly shaped by school holidays: - 3 nights in St Lucia - 1 night in Hluhluwe - 1 night at Mkhaya Game Reserve (Eswatini) - 1 night at Hlane Royal National Park (Eswatini) - 3 nights in Kruger (Berg en Dal / Satara / Tamboti) - 1 night at Shindzela Tented Camp in the Timbavati private reserve - 1 final night in Kruger at Lower Sabie

All of this in the off-season and rainy season, just a month after catastrophic floods that killed over 150 people and seriously damaged Kruger’s infrastructure.

I’ll jump straight to St Lucia and skip the loooong journey to get there (with a layover in Frankfurt, landing in Johannesburg, a domestic flight to Durban, and the rest by rental SUV—First Car Rental, perfect, no complaints).

To motivate readers—especially some familiar faces here—I’ll drop in a first photo.

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Caroki 4 weeks ago

Three weeks in Albania with two older teens

We went to Albania in August 2025. Our itinerary included adventure (sporty activities, site visits), naps on the beach interspersed with swims, incredible natural sites, and a bit of culture.

I booked all our accommodations on Booking.com. Note: almost all places ask to be paid in cash!! You can obviously withdraw from banks, but the fees are pretty high. Luckily, we had plenty of cash, and the country is very safe. You can pay in euros most of the time, which avoids exchange fees. We started in Tirana. I’d read a really interesting post about Albania’s bunkers (link in my profile). We chose to visit Bunk’Art with a guide from the agency that wrote the post. It was fascinating—not only to better understand the country’s history but also because her grandfather was repressed by the regime, and she shared her family’s experience with us.

Bunkers are everywhere! In Tirana, Bunk’Art is the most interesting and largest. You’ll see the dictator Enver Hoxha’s office, where he would’ve taken refuge in case of an attack on the country. Bring a sweater—it’s really cold in the underground tunnels and their huge corridors. You can visit other bunkers around the country, in Tirana and elsewhere. Almost all are just abandoned. The cable car up Mount Dajti is right next to Bunk’Art. The view is stunning—you realize Tirana is so close to the mountains and the sea... But otherwise, it’s not that exciting for older teens (17 and 19) and their parents. We picked up a rental car in Tirana—it’d be ours for the next three weeks. We used Goalbania’s agency to avoid any hassles. First, there aren’t many cars available in Albania in summer. Second, French credit cards can be a nightmare abroad. So we preferred to sort that out in advance. After Tirana, we headed to Permet. Just a heads-up: the roads are in great condition except in the mountains. And Albanian drivers aren’t stressful to deal with. Though you might suddenly encounter a herd of goats crossing the road—haha—but if you’re not going too fast, it’s fine. In Permet, I’d been dreaming of rafting on the Vjosa, one of Europe’s last wild rivers. And we did it with a local agency! It’s beautiful, accessible to everyone, not too physical but still a bit lively—just how we like it. You can even jump into the river in some spots. In Permet, we also hiked through a canyon and visited a lovely little church.

And we took a workshop to make their local culinary pride: gliko. It’s a jam with whole fruits inside. We’d seen it on Goalbania’s site, and it was really fun. We were with a family where the secret to making gliko has been passed down for generations... Next, we headed to Gjirokastër. A city we loved: its old traditional houses (Skendulli and Zekate), its grand castle, the Ali Pasha Bridge. Along the way, we stopped for artisanal ice cream at a little shop run by a grandmother who’s been making it herself for ages.

One afternoon, my husband *had* to go to the coast in the south, to Ksamil (he’d read it was better than Sarandë). Verdict: we didn’t like it. Parking is a nightmare, the beaches are super noisy and crowded. The sea is packed with jet skis, boats, pedalos, and ropes. Avoid it.

On the other hand, we really liked Himarë, where we went next. We stayed at a campsite where we rented tents with mattresses and sheets inside. Right by the sea, on a low cliff (about 2 meters high). You can hear the waves at night... Magical!! To swim, you either jump straight into the sea (almost from the tent) or climb down a ladder, which you’ll need to climb back up to get out.

I was a little worried the campsite wouldn’t be very comfortable, so afterward, I’d booked a small place in Gjilek. Turns out, the place was really tiny (one room for four, no kitchen) and pretty expensive (over 100 € a night). We’d drive to the beach or restaurants—it’s on a steep slope, so not very accessible. Parking near the sea is tricky. But the (private) beaches were nice—we’d rent an umbrella not too close to the music and spend the day there. We also went to a wilder beach, harder to reach, via a long path. Behind the beach, there’s an amazing canyon where we’d sometimes climb using ropes (already in place, no need to bring your own) over big boulders rolled around by the stream, which must swell a lot in spring. So, the sea in Albania: it’s nice if you like swimming and relaxing, but it’s not the most interesting part of the country. There are so many other amazing things to see and discover—so many stunning sites! Maybe an agency could’ve helped us find more practical accommodations and avoid Ksamil and its surroundings. We left the coast to head to the beautiful city of Berat and its "thousand windows." We explored the city, its fortress, and its icon museum.

Then we discovered the Osum Canyon—it’s incredible. The view from the top is breathtaking. And at the bottom, it’s magical. There’s little water in summer, so rafting isn’t an option. We weren’t tempted by the big-tube descent offered by an agency—it looked fun, but the group had 40 people. We preferred hiking on our own as a family of four. We scouted the area on Google Maps... and found where to descend. We walked in the water, then it rose to our waists, then our shoulders... We weren’t moving fast. And how to get back up?? Eventually, we followed a group with a guide—the path was hard to find.

After that unforgettable hike, we visited the Bogovë Waterfalls. It’s pretty, and we swam, but the water was *really* cold. We passed through Tirana again and then headed to Shkodër. We explored a bit—its charming little streets, the Rozafa Fortress. There’s a tiny museum where you can see *huge* Ottoman stone cannonballs. And they tell you the (charming) story of the young woman who was walled alive in the castle’s foundations to ensure its strength... Shkodër is mostly a stopover to head into the mountains and discover Theth. Our goal: hiking in the Valbona Valley, from Valbona to Theth. We organized the trip ourselves, without an agency, but it took some time to figure everything out. So I’ll save you the trouble—haha. Book your tickets on the Komanilakeferry website. The ticket includes: 🙂 minibus transfer from downtown Shkodër to Koman 🙂 ferry ticket from Koman to Fierze. This ferry ride is *gorgeous*—between mountain slopes covered in pine trees, and sometimes a little house with a few fields...

🙂 minibus ticket from Fierze to Valbona. Now you’re in the mountains! The minibus drops you off near your accommodation—pick one as close as possible to the start of the hike (if that’s your goal!). The ones at the far end of the village add up to 1.5 hours of walking. Our choice: Guesthouse Dioni. The host is really lovely, it’s in the woods, and it’s basic but great. After a day of hiking, we arrived in Theth. What beautiful mountains! Then we explored Theth and the surrounding area. It’s pretty busy, but you can still enjoy the Blue Eye of Theth and its swim. It’s *so* cold! But so beautiful!

🙂 minibus ticket from Theth back to Shkodër. After a night in Shkodër, we drove to Kepi i Rodonit. A guidebook (I forget which one) raved about its beauty. And it *is* beautiful!

But the view is ruined by plastic bottles and other trash in the bushes, along the paths, and of course on the beaches. The only peaceful spot: the private beach at Kepi i Rodonit, which is cleaned. You can rent an umbrella and have lunch there. That’s where we spent our last few days—very relaxing. In short... Albania turned out to be perfect for us and our teens!

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Attila 4 weeks ago · ReneVoyageur

Albania in Autumn Colors

A new work assignment means our vacation dates can't stay the same.

We had planned to go to the Canary Islands, but flight prices are skyrocketing with this new holiday schedule.

So, I’m looking for an alternative to Gran Canaria and El Hierro and found two round-trip flights with Wizz Air to Tirana.

398 €, including baggage and seats—perfect!

Plus, the departure and return times are great, which is pretty rare for a low-cost flight!

All that’s left is to rent a car, plan the route, and book accommodations.

With two weeks, we’ll have to make some choices!

Here’s the final itinerary: Shkodra (2 nights), Valbonë (3 nights), Tirana (1 night), Lake Ohrid (1 night), Korçë (1 night), Përmet (1 night), Gjirokastër (1 night), Himarë (2 nights), Berat (2 nights), and Krujë (1 night).

A mix of countryside and small towns, a bit of the Mediterranean, and some mountains!

Late October isn’t the best season, so let’s keep our fingers crossed for the rest...

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6cha38 4 weeks ago

Our family trip from Denver to Yellowstone – a recap

Hi there,

I’m diving into a recap of our loop—pretty classic, really—Denver-Yellowstone-Denver this past summer, from July 24 to August 17. Given the sheer number of trip reports already out there (or in the works), and since I don’t have the writing chops or the photography skills of many of you, I’ll keep it practical—well, I’ll try, at least—to share our take on some of the less-visited parks and spots.

First off, a huge thank you to everyone whose trip reports, blogs, websites, comments, and more helped us put together this itinerary. Looking back, it could’ve been even better optimized: a few disappointments when we missed out on some great discoveries, often because we were short on time. Plenty of reasons to come back to the area!

We’re traveling with our four (almost) teens—18, 16, 14, and nearly 12 years old. To keep the trip enjoyable for everyone, we had to make compromises on both sides: cutting a visit short to spend more time swimming, waking up at dawn, and so on. But logistics also played a big role—things like laundry, grocery shopping, and keeping luggage organized could’ve quickly become time-consuming without a little planning. And honestly, I think we visited every Walmart along the way! Blame it on the lack of fridges in some accommodations and, more importantly, the *very* limited space in the car, which made it impossible to bring a proper cooler. I’ll come back to the car saga later.

For accommodations, this year we alternated between basic cabins in KOA campgrounds and Yellowstone (when staying more than one night in the same place) and hotels. Always with a pool (except in Yellowstone, of course), which let the kids burn off energy—because they always have reserves, even after packed days!—and, let’s be honest, gave us a chance to relax. No Wi-Fi issues either; we all had plans with 25 GB of data (a big thanks to Gilles for the amazing deal at 0.99 €). It worked perfectly, even for texts and calls between phones—no extra charges.

Now, onto our route: as I mentioned, a classic Denver-Yellowstone-Denver loop. To avoid rushing through the parks or spending all our time on the road, we prioritized staying as close to them as possible, with at least two nights in each place. And I’ve got to say, it’s really nice to settle in, even if it’s just for two nights. It also helped us deal with the weather, which wasn’t always great during this trip. The trade-off? With vacation time being limited, some driving days ended up being long. We knew that going in, but since we kept a relaxed pace with no time constraints (don’t ask me for timings—I don’t keep track of the clock on vacation, except in the morning to get everyone up before noon!), we sometimes ended up with marathon days.

With that said, I’ll dive into the trip itself in the next post.

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Attila last month

Storm in the Canary Islands

15 days across Gran Canaria, El Hierro, and a dash of Tenerife under the storm Thérèse!

The planned itinerary will be slightly disrupted...

(The version without discussions is here)

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Montagnard74 last month

CAPE VERDE 2025: 3 weeks, 4 islands.

And we still haven’t seen everything! Before setting off for new horizons at the end of this year, it’s time for me to share my trip to Cape Verde this summer 2025.

I particularly love these spontaneous trips, and our stay in Cape Verde is one of those because it was only at the beginning of April that we decided on this getaway, which had been catching our eye for a while, given our love for the mountains.

As always—well, when it’s open—I turned to VF, and I want to immediately thank Marie, aka ptitortue, who helped me a lot in planning this trip through her travel journals and our exchanges!

Because Cape Verde is both small and vast! We decided not to rush from one airport to another, to enjoy the places and the people, but also to relax, since the work backlog from being stuck in May (see my previous travel journal 😅) had to be caught up on in June.

So, 4 islands will be our winners from 06/28 to 07/19:

Santiago first for logistical reasons, as round-trip flights from the capital Praia were the cheapest (650 €/person from Lyon via Lisbon with TAP, still!)

São Vicente, because it’s the gateway to the next one but ultimately more than that...

Santo Antão, pretty much the main goal of the trip since Marie (and the photos) had really sold it to me.

And finally, Sal Island, for some rest—a non-negotiable condition for my other half—and we’ll see that I should’ve listened to Marie...

That said, what a chatterbox I am—buckle up, flight attendants at the doors, off we go on new beautiful escapes! (Thanks to Sophie for the easy loan)

Last note for my eager fan club 😏: yes, there will be alcohol—how could there not be in the land of grogue!

It starts here:

https://voyageforum.com/v.f?post=10790234;a=10790234

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Songsam last month

Far from the daily grind*

Hello, Since I enjoy not only the countryside but also everything related to rail travel, I’m starting this photo thread dedicated to trains in Thailand (I’d guess most of us have taken one at some point...). Feel free to post your pictures here as long as they fit the theme: rolling stock**, stations**, platforms, tracks (even without a train on them), technical equipment, engineering structures (bridges, viaducts), etc.—all in Thailand. For each photo, I’ll (or you can) note the station or line where it was taken. Comments and questions are welcome.

* train ** interiors or exteriors

All aboard!

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Jojoone1 last month

From the Awakening to Travel to Morocco in the 90s

As I’ve mentioned elsewhere, I inherited my love of travel from my parents and some of my grandparents. A strong passion, but one that was unfortunately limited by our family’s modest resources. Back then, living in northern Alsace, a simple trip to the southern part of the region—with the Wine Route as our destination—felt like an extraordinary journey to a land of plenty for the little boy I was in the late 60s and early 70s. Everything seemed so huge when you were still just a kid. Back then, I was overwhelmed by countless sensations—I was already highly sensitive, with a keen mind and a nose and taste buds that were developing like a pro’s. Which, as I’d later realize, wasn’t always an advantage.

Those magical days always began with a gentle late-spring or midsummer morning. The interior of the white Peugeot 404, license plate 210 LZ 67, had already soaked up the sun before the engine purred to life, and the cabin gave off a scent I could still recognize today—a fragrance I found so pleasant. Back then, I had no idea it was just the smell of warm plastic from the car’s interior. Yes, the scents of the 404 on sunny days became my madeleine de Proust... What’s more, the whole family was unusually cheerful because those moments of relaxation and leisure were rare. Everyone worked, and no one had an easy job or was well paid. Without the *Trente Glorieuses*, these experiences might never have happened.

Once we crossed the canton’s borders, I felt like I was light-years away from my everyday surroundings, and every kilometer plunged me deeper into *terra incognita*. It was thrilling. Far from my so-called "medium-sized" town, wheat fields, cornfields, and cabbage patches stretched out, punctuated by tall poles connected by long wires and topped with vegetation—like giant clotheslines without laundry, where magical beanstalks might grow to touch the sky. Back then, I was still far from tasting their product, which was simply beer. At the time, there was still a significant local hop production. Fun fact: it wasn’t until 2002 that Anglo-Saxon scientists proved hops and cannabis belong to the same biological family.

After the fields, the landscape took another step up as it rolled past the little boy’s eyes, often glued to the windows. First came modest hills, then a succession of rolling slopes that soon formed an unbroken chain. Their 700 meters in altitude felt like Himalayan peaks to me—impressive, inert giants, a whole new world. Gazing at them, an intense emotion welled up somewhere between my stomach and lungs, nearly taking my breath away. What mysteries, what treasures did these heights hold? And then there were the cherries on top—the crowning touch that made the scene even more magical: proud, majestic castles perched on the summits like impassive sentinels. Monuments from the past, yet firmly rooted in the present on their rocky spurs. The little boy’s eyes sparkled—he’d been given a castle for Christmas, complete with battlements, towers, a drawbridge, and fully armed knights. He’d watched and lived *Ivanhoe* on the only French TV channel that existed back then.

Only once did my paternal grandfather join us on one of these trips. A tall, intelligent man with a face that could shift from stern to mischievous, clearly full of humor and charisma. Sadly, his relationship with alcohol had taken a toll on his life and, by extension, those of his loved ones. He had a strong personality—if his boss crossed the line, he wouldn’t hesitate to punch him, which meant he went through a lot of different jobs. Back then, you could quit one job and easily find another. It was quite something to see him in his final stages, hallucinating pink elephants and even drinking perfume when he had nothing else left. The last time I saw him, he’d slipped away from the doctors and nurses while hospitalized in pretty bad shape—at least, I assume his liver was the issue. We were sitting down for a family lunch when the door burst open, and there he stood in his pajamas, eyes twinkling with mischief, clearly pleased with the dramatic entrance. That theatrical moment didn’t spare us from burying him a few months later at the age of 71. One day, my mother told me the family doctor had quietly remarked that it was a shame—with his robust constitution, he could’ve lived to be a hundred. Yes, the family doctor—this was the man who’d come treat you any day, at almost any hour, just for a phone call. It really existed, it’s not a myth!

That day, his wife—my paternal grandmother—was also along for the ride. Everyone agreed that Jeannette was a good woman. She worked as a waitress at *Le Tigre*, the biggest brasserie in town, right in the center. Most customers preferred to be served by her, including local dignitaries and even the mayor. As a kid, I didn’t find her very fun, open, or warm—she seemed a bit stern. Back then, women in their fifties already had the face and build of grandmothers. Same went for men, don’t get me wrong. I had no idea about the struggles she faced because of her husband. I didn’t know that 30 years earlier, she’d had to flee Alsace while pregnant, under threat from Nazi fighter-bombers. I didn’t know she’d had several miscarriages, and that my father—her only surviving child, born prematurely in March 1940 at the other end of France—weighed less than a kilo at birth and was so tiny he could fit in a shoebox. Hard to imagine he’d grow into a strapping man nearly 1.80 meters tall, tipping the scales at 100 kilos. When you come back from summer camp in early August and ask why she didn’t pick you up with your parents, and they gently tell you she’s "in heaven," you don’t realize she passed away at 54 after suffering greatly from stomach cancer that had spread.

Back to that family outing, that enchanted parenthesis. I even remembered where we’d had lunch when I passed through Dambach-la-Ville decades later. One of those charming, flower-filled towns Alsace produces in abundance—and preserves so well. This one sits high on a hill, and I was a bit stunned on the parking lot because the view stretched far, revealing the Alsace plain below—its fields, villages, hills, and forests. The world seemed so vast and enticing that day, even though I was only glimpsing a tiny fraction of it.

The region was already very touristy, but I wouldn’t notice the downsides until much later. That Sunday noon, I discovered a large restaurant filled with diners. I can still see the enormous piece of meat they served me, decorated with a little wooden skewer topped with a flag. I kept that one for a long time. Those were the golden days of rich, flowing, thick sauces—so flavorful—and the era of the world’s best fries, made on the spot with the best potatoes. To top it off, I was *exceptionally* allowed a small bottle of apple juice, Orangina, or—even better if possible—Sinalco. Yes, Sinalco—like Orangina, but better. A brand that must’ve disappeared in the 70s, but why, and what a shame! Since then, Orangina’s little bubbles have taken the brand to the other side of the planet—it’s now Japanese.

Year after year, I’d eagerly await that ecstatic moment when the most beautiful castle in Alsace, the Haut-Koenigsbourg, appeared in my field of vision. The perfect model, the archetype that blended into the landscape at the height of a child’s dreams. The trip home always felt like a reality check—less jarring than an alarm clock, but more diffuse and melancholic. From then on, there was only one wish: *When do we leave again?*

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Elis last month · Djalma

9-Day Trek in the Balkans

Hi there, Here’s a recap of a trek through the Balkans covering three countries: Albania, Montenegro, and Kosovo. I was with a friend, and we didn’t do the full route (only one day in Kosovo). It was a wonderful trek through snow-capped mountains and vast flower-filled meadows, meeting incredibly welcoming people. At the end of the travel journal, I’ll share what I loved and what I liked less.

Day 1: Flight from Paris-Beauvais to Tirana with Wizz Air.

Since Albania isn’t part of Europe when it comes to phone service (at least not yet! :-)), we had to buy a physical SIM card—otherwise, the bill would’ve been sky-high if we’d used our French plan! We got one from Vodafone AL at the airport. You can buy online before leaving with a virtual SIM (e-SIM) for compatible phones, so you don’t have to swap cards. But given the uncertainty about choosing a plan online, we preferred buying one directly at Tirana Airport. Cost: 31 € for 100 GB. That’s way too much—100 GB is overkill. For 40 GB, it’s 27 €, and the plan lasts 21 days. The price difference isn’t huge, and it was cheaper than online. This plan covers all the countries along the Balkan range. Money tip: All guesthouses and accommodations accept euros. The local currency in Albania is the LEK. In Montenegro, it’s the euro. Bank fees for withdrawing money from an ATM in Albania are pretty steep: 8 € for a withdrawal of 600–700 LEK (about 200 €)! So it’s better to withdraw cash (euros) in France. Oh, and we booked all our accommodations before leaving, but payment is always in cash. Budget around 400–500 € for 9 days of trekking.

Then, a transfer the same day to Shköder, about a 2-hour bus ride. Cost: 10 € per person. Tickets bought directly on the bus. We spent the night in Shköder at a very clean guesthouse, Open Doors B&B. It had a small balcony overlooking the city.

I really liked Shköder, especially its pedestrian street lined with restaurants and lit up at night. It’s a great place to stroll and eat. The food isn’t expensive—two big salads and two beers: 14 € :-) . Fruit prices are also very reasonable: 3 € for a kilo of cherries, compared to 9–10 € in France. Religions coexist peacefully in these countries—Catholics and Muslims. From our balcony, my friend heard the call to prayer for the first time, coming from one of the city’s mosques.

Day 2: Bus ride to Theth, about 1,100 meters in elevation gain, the starting point for our hike the next day.

The trip took 2 hours and 40 minutes with a break in the middle. The bus was affordable, but taxis also make the trip—though they’re very expensive.

We slept in the heights of Theth at a new guesthouse, "Mountain Vista Shkafi," with an amazing view.

The family was adorable. The husband is a handyman and built almost everything himself. Their baby is named "Sky"—such a cute name, right? :-) Throughout the trek, I found the guesthouses very clean, and the hosts think of everything—no need to bring soap or shampoo; they provide it. Lunch in Theth at a traditional restaurant on the main road. We tried "Tave Dheu," an Albanian dish with beef, cabbage (very common), and cottage cheese. Delicious but not quite filling enough. For dessert, a honey cake that was perfectly moist—such a treat! Desserts like this are rare; sometimes they serve watermelon instead. We took a small private bus for 5 € to the "Blue Eye" parking lot, then walked for about 45 minutes to reach a stunning natural site—a kind of lagoon with incredibly blue water. The bravest can swim, but the water’s freezing!

That evening, we dined at "La Montagne Blanche"—excellent! A delightful mix of grilled meats with potatoes and grilled peppers. Some watermelon slices (which I’m not a fan of) and the famous Raki, a brandy served in Turkey and the Balkans! It was my first time drinking brandy "bottoms up." 😉

To be continued... 😉

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DrCarter last month · Djackx67

Two-week family trip to Colombia in August with 8-year-olds

Hi everyone,

I’d like to share my family trip to Colombia with kids aged 8. After spending hours browsing the forum and only having two weeks there, we decided to focus on two regions: the Coffee Zone for one week and the Caribbean coast for another. We traveled from August 8 to 23.

Day 1 – First stop: Bogotá

We arrived in Bogotá in the evening on an Air France flight—nothing to complain about, decent service, comfortable, and on time. However, the first night was a miss. We’d booked a hotel near the airport (Abitel Prime) for convenience, but the soundproofing was almost nonexistent; we heard planes as if we were on the runway. Luckily, exhaustion helped us sleep well anyway.

Day 2 – Off to the Coffee Zone and Salento

The next morning, we headed to the airport for a domestic flight to Pereira with LATAM. No issues: punctual and efficient, and in 30 minutes, we landed in Pereira. The landing already set a different mood: lush valleys, endless plantations, and humid air. We picked up our rental car from Localiza. Unfortunately, the experience wasn’t smooth—the paperwork took forever, and the wait tested our patience. Finally free, we hit the road to Salento, one of Quindío’s gems. We arrived in the late afternoon and discovered a colorful village bustling with artisan shops and cafés. Our first stroll helped us soak in the atmosphere before dinner at Bambú restaurant—a great surprise with careful cooking and local flavors. We spent the night at Casa Serafín, a charming little hotel, nicely decorated and well-located… but unfortunately very noisy.

Day 3 – The magic of Cocora Valley

This was one of the trip’s highlights. We set off early for Cocora Valley, famous for its giant wax palms, Colombia’s emblem. We chose the 12 km loop recommended by the *Routard*. The landscapes were spectacular: towering palms, rivers, suspension bridges. It felt like walking through a postcard. The weather was perfect. That evening, we dined at Barnabé restaurant—pleasant setting, decent food, but the bill was a bit steep for what it was. Back to Casa Serafín.

Day 4 – Coffee and panoramic views

The plan was a visit to Finca El Ocaso. For 1.5 hours, we followed a passionate guide who explained the entire coffee process, from harvest to cup. Very educational, accessible for both kids and adults, all in a stunning setting. The tour was in English for us, and we translated for our kids, who aren’t bilingual yet. In the afternoon, we climbed to Salento’s viewpoint. The valley view was superb. That evening, we ate at Veggie Garden, a simple and pleasant spot that was a nice change from the heavier meals of previous days.

Day 5 – Horseback ride to Santa Rita Waterfall

We booked a horseback ride with Cocora Magic. It was a real success: calm horses, a beautiful trail, mountain and meadow landscapes, and finally the refreshing and wild Santa Rita Waterfall. Without a doubt, one of the best moments of our time in the region. We even got a bonus ride up a 300-meter hill. We then headed to Filandia, less known than Salento but just as charming. We spent the late afternoon enjoying the pool at MuchoSur Filandia. The hotel is beautiful, in an idyllic setting. However, we also had soundproofing issues and could hear our neighbors.

Day 6 – Rainy detour through Filandia and Manizales

Rain caught up with us in the early morning: torrents of water made it impossible to go out. We stayed at the hotel, reading quietly. By noon, the rain let up: a quick walk in Filandia, a quick lunch, then off to Manizales. We chose to stay at El Otoño hot springs. Great choice: as soon as we arrived, we plunged into the hot pools, perfect after hours on the road.

Day 7 – Hiking and hot springs

In the morning, we hiked the Camino de Super Coco (found somewhat randomly on Google). A pleasant trail with mountain views and a peaceful atmosphere. The afternoon was spent in the hotel’s thermal pools, with a short marked hike down to the river. Dinner on-site at the hot springs’ restaurant. A simple but very relaxing day.

Day 8 – Rain, jacuzzi, and games

We continued to Finca Los Alpes. The rain greeted us again, but this time it turned into an asset: nothing like a steaming jacuzzi with a view of the misty mountains. The kids enjoyed the facilities too: mini-golf, ping-pong, billiards. Dinner and night at the hotel, cozy vibes.

Day 9 – Off to the Caribbean coast

Back to the airport to return the car (still a bit long). Flight to Cartagena with Avianca: punctual and comfortable. Upon arrival, we picked up another car and headed straight to the Hyatt Regency, a modern hotel with a pool. That evening, we dined at the hotel—practical after a travel day.

Day 10 – Colonial Cartagena

We set off to explore Cartagena’s old town. It was enchanting: colorful facades, flowered balconies, colonial charm—just magical. However, the heat was stifling and very humid. Afternoon relaxation by the pool. Dinner at Gestlani, a good restaurant in town.

Day 11 – Road to Barú

A hearty breakfast, then one last swim in the pool before heading to Barú. We checked into Las Islas Hotel. The setting was enchanting: wooden cabins nestled in the vegetation, a private beach, turquoise sea, impeccable service. Dinner at the hotel’s restaurant.

Day 12 – Beach and relaxation

A full beach day in Barú. Warm water, white sand, coconut trees, peace and quiet. A real postcard scene with iguanas and birds.

Day 13 – On to Santa Marta

Another morning at the beach before hitting the road to Santa Marta. The drive was a bit long (6 hours), especially with traffic jams in Barranquilla. It was the longest car ride of the trip. We spent the night at Villa María Tayrona, a beautiful place near the park.

Day 14 – Tayrona Park

We left early for Tayrona Park. We entered through **El Zaino**, parked the car, and set off on a hike to La Piscina (about 2 hours). We stopped along the way at Playa Arenilla, a stunning little beach, to rest. Lunch on-site, a swim, then back by 4 PM. The hike was a bit tiring, but the nature was spectacular: dense jungle, the sound of waves, and even a monkey encounter along the way. Evening and dinner at the hotel.

Day 15 – Last swim and return flight to Bogotá

Our last morning was split between the pool and the beach (the hotel has direct access via a 7-minute trail through vegetation and flowers)—hard to leave this paradise. We drove to Santa Marta’s airport to return the car, then flew back to Bogotá. We spent the night at Casa Dann Carlton, a comfortable hotel. We simply ordered room service, arriving too late to go out.

Day 16 – Bogotá and the end of the trip

Our last day in Colombia. After a good breakfast, we explored La Candelaria. Its cobbled streets and colorful houses were worth the visit. We visited the Botero Museum (free) and the Gold Museum, both fascinating. Back to the airport for our 11:55 PM Air France flight.

That’s a wrap on a varied trip—lush mountains, colorful villages, dream beaches, and tropical jungle. The pace was pretty relaxed, well-suited for our kids. They absolutely loved the trip to Colombia. Driving in Colombia was very easy, and we didn’t regret renting a car at all—it gave us more freedom to get around.

If I were to do it again, here’s what I’d change: - I’d spend less time in the Coffee Zone to stay a bit longer on the Caribbean coast, which was more relaxing for the kids. Or I’d head to Medellín, but I didn’t think the city was very kid-friendly. - Bogotá is a city that deserves a day’s visit, but it’s not a must-see. Maybe I’d have taken the KLM flight from Cartagena to Amsterdam instead.

If you have any questions, don’t hesitate!

Antoine

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