Bom dia, travelers,
A little feedback from our discovery of Madeira—there aren’t many out there! Hoping it might be useful to some of you 🙂
We stayed 7 days in Madeira between May 18th and 25th.
Base: Funchal, the Lido hotel area. A practical neighborhood (lots of restaurants, shops, buses, etc.) but lacking charm. While getting back to Funchal is quick thanks to the road infrastructure, the outskirts of the city are particularly congested in the morning and evening, often due to tourist buses blocking traffic. Plus, even though Funchal enjoys milder weather compared to the rest of the island, you won’t see any sunrises or sunsets there! In short, if I were to do it again, I wouldn’t stay in Funchal for 7 days, even if it’s convenient to unpack once and for all.
Car rental for the week with Avis through locationdevoiture.fr (now Carigami). Zero-excess insurance, two drivers included, full tank on pickup, return with a full tank. After everything I’d read, I was dreading it. No issues at pickup or return. A Citroën C3 with 4,000 km on the clock, which served us perfectly. We brought our own GPS and map, which came in handy. There are signs, of course, but not always where you need them 😛.
Guides & maps: The Rother for hikes, the *Évasion* guide (quite general but very complete), and the Sunflower (borrowed), which I liked less—I found the explanations less clear and a bit messy, but maybe it was just me being unclear 😇. We also had the Freytag & Berndt map at 1:40,000, very useful when exploring the tiniest roads.
Day 1: In the morning, we head to CURRAL DAS FREIRAS. The viewpoint is pretty, very well developed (too much?). We take a short walk down the path as recommended in the Sunflower guide. The environment is wild but doesn’t offer much in terms of views.
We then head east via the expressway. Destination: PONTA DE SÃO LOURENÇO. The sky is overcast there, while just earlier, we were under the sun 😕! We’ll have to deal with the weather’s whims—a constant in Madeira! Off we go for a 3.5-hour round-trip hike, including photo stops, a picnic, and the climb to Ponta do Furado at the very end.
It’s nice, very open, and unlike anywhere else on the island. But it’s also *very* crowded. Mass tourism where everyone’s staring at their feet, barely a smile, hardly a hello 😠. The vibe kind of kills the charm. We were there at lunchtime but didn’t escape the crowds.
Practical detail that matters: no restrooms at the parking lot, none at the Casa do Sardinha, and an environment with no trees or bushes where you can see for miles. Ladies, plan ahead... A hike you should do regardless, with no major difficulty aside from the final climb, though it "undulates" constantly. The trail is perfectly safe.
Back at the parking lot, we take the road to PORTO DA CRUZ, a small village nestled at the foot of the mountain. The natural pools, being cleaned, are empty, and the seaside promenade, splashed by waves, feels a bit gloomy. The charm isn’t there. Return to Funchal via PORTELA and the MIRADOURO DOS INGLESES, which is tricky to find—hidden at the back of a lovely park, tended like an old lady from the 19th century, maybe the former owner of the place...
Here’s another travel journal I’ve been waiting for!! Your title worries me a little.
But I’m looking forward to the rest 😛
Jeff
"Il faut toujours viser la lune, car même en cas d’échec, on atterrit dans les étoiles" Oscar Wilde
USA 2014 / ECOSSE 2015 / ESPAGNE 2017 / USA 2018 / Bientôt Madère2021&Lanzarote2025
Thanks for this (early) feedback... We're waiting for the rest....😉
I went to Madeira during the first week of May. We really loved the São Lourenço hike (under the sun😛) and didn’t feel too crowded (there were some people, sure, but lots of locals since it was the weekend).
I didn’t write a trip report on VF—I jumped into creating a website instead... So if you want a sneak peek of our "Madeiran" week, check out my profile (for now, I’ve only had time to add 3 destinations—the rest will come little by little, and it’s even more time-consuming than writing a travel journal on VF 😕).
Muriel
Si tu diffères de moi, mon frère, loin de me léser, tu m'enrichis (Saint Exupéry)
It’s only fair, really. I get so much pleasure reading other travelers’ journals, I should contribute my own little bit too 😉.
Thanks for following me 🙂 !
Hi Jeff, so glad to see you back on the Madeira forum!
Don’t worry too much—you’ll understand better as my story unfolds, and even more in the final wrap-up.
The disappointment is partly my fault: for forgetting that this island sits in the middle of the Atlantic, battered by winds and storms, shaped by harsh conditions into something a little rough around the edges. For dreaming of that "eternal spring" the tourism industry sells us—like a gentle, sunlit summer. For willfully ignoring all those centuries when humans, insatiable conquerors, enslaved this piece of land in the name of wheat, then sugarcane, vineyards, and finally tourism—the new gold of our era.
But Madeira hides its most beautiful treasures, and what wonder awaits those who know where to look...
We also loved São Lourenço a lot, but we preferred the other hikes we did even more. Sometimes it comes down to little things—a ray of sunshine, too many people, a moment of fatigue... It’s true that there was a real crowd that day. Nowhere else have I felt that way!
I quickly checked out your site (an idea I really liked, but I’m too "limited" with my computer skills ). It seems like you also played hide-and-seek with the sun and clouds!
Hi Noëlle, thanks for checking out my travel journal and taking the time to leave a little note! 🙂.
I hope the rest of it gives you what you're looking for. Madeira is a gorgeous destination, but it’s one that you’ve got to earn 😉.
Good evening!
Your travel journal is really great—I didn’t have the energy to make one!
For São Lourenço, we were advised (on the forum) to go in the late afternoon: fewer people and, most importantly, the sun lighting up the rocks (but lots of wind)!
The week before ours had been gorgeous, but we had fog, so I was disappointed at first. Looking back, though, it was still amazing (trip from last year, late May/early June)!
I’ll be following the rest with pleasure!
I really like what I see in your photos! A lot, actually!
But it’s true that the images don’t show the "developed" and "crowded" aspects!
It’s not easy to decide: should we skip a nice hike or visit just because it’s packed? I’ll admit, that’s a bit of a temptation for me. But then, we risk only seeing the secondary spots! Or visiting at off-peak hours—but that’s not always doable!
Anyway, I’m thrilled to join you on this new travel journal.
Here’s the continuation and the story of our second day on the island.
Day 2: The plan was to tackle the island’s highest peaks. We’d scheduled a climb up PICO ARIEIRO, then a visit to the Ninho da Manta viewpoint, followed by the short BALCÕES walk at Ribeiro Frio, and finally, after Santana, the hike up PICO RUIVO. Three short walks, with car rides in between to see the best of each spot—carefully calculated for the best effort-to-reward ratio 😛. Reality had other plans.
Early in the morning, we drove up to PICO ARIEIRO, a 45-minute trip from Funchal, without much hope. Clouds were gathering overhead. Yet, when we arrived at the parking lot, we were above the nimbus clouds. It was barely 9°C (19°C in Funchal when we left), and the wind was freezing. Bundled up in polar fleece, windbreakers, and scarves, we set off for the viewpoint, a 15-minute walk away. The air was incredibly pure, the landscape breathtaking, and best of all, hardly anyone was on the trail winding through the rocks. We exchanged glances, hesitated—the hike was rated "black" (difficult, vertigo-inducing) in the Rother guide. I’d studied the route but never dared to attempt it. But the opportunity was too good to pass up. We had water, snacks, so we went for it. We didn’t regret it—it became our number one highlight of the trip 🙂.
The route was simply stunning, the viewpoints jaw-dropping. Tunnels, staircases carved into the rock, metal ladders, cliffside paths—and always, always landscapes that defy imagination, raw and wild beauty barely touched by humans. Without a doubt, THIS is the hike to do in Madeira. I found it well secured. Of course, you need to be careful and wear proper shoes, but unless you’re paralyzed by vertigo, it’s not overly difficult—and I’m a scaredy-cat! It’s pretty tiring, though (constantly going up or down 🤪).
Since I hate round trips, once we reached PICO RUIVO and properly summited it, I suggested descending to Achada da Teixeira instead of going back the same way. My sweetheart wasn’t thrilled. Achada da Teixeira is just a parking lot for those doing the Pico Ruivo hike as a round trip. My plan? Find a car to drive us back down to Santana. From there, we could take a taxi to our car on the other side of the mountain (just to remind you, none of this was planned). My partner hesitated, and if there was no one around… I played my last card. It *is* possible to walk to Santana on foot. I conveniently omitted that it would add 3 more hours of hiking 😇.
The descent to Teixeira was lovely—the trail was easy and almost deserted. When we arrived at the parking lot, two cars were about to leave. The first one, seeing me approach, rolled up its windows and locked its doors. I didn’t know I looked that scary 😕😊! I approached the second car with my best smile and explained our predicament in English, dramatizing a little. *Please, can you drive us, it will be so nice*—we felt like we were on *Pékin Express*! Unfortunately, they were Germans who didn’t speak English. My partner, who’d been watching with amusement, reluctantly joined in, dusting off his schoolboy German. After leaving us to flounder in a mix of English, German, and French for a while, the couple finally agreed to drive us to Santana—incidentally, the only road down from Teixeira—while implying we were reckless for not planning our return trip properly *(Ach die Franzosen!)*. Once there, in the main square across from the police station, a taxi stand welcomed us. The ride cost 40 € for a good half-hour back to Pico Arieiro.
Pico Arieiro: done. Pico Ruivo: done too. We skipped Balcões because at Ribeiro Frio, it was packed—buses and cars clogging the road, making it hard to pass. After our nearly solitary adventure, we weren’t in the mood for crowds. Back at the hotel, we fully appreciated the pool and jacuzzi. Hey, it’s vacation too 😛😊! The next day, we painfully rediscovered muscles in our thighs and calves we’d forgotten existed. The price to pay for an exceptional hike!
Here’s one last photo just for fun—taken from the top of Pico Ruivo, looking toward the refuge and the path to Achada da Teixeira.
Thanks for these beautiful photos and this story—unfortunately, we experienced it in the fog, always hoping it would lift!!!
And yes, Madeira is truly magnificent, but so much better without the fog!
Keep up the good work.
PS: 2 photos taken just a few hours apart—one at the top of Pico Ruivo, the other by the sea at the bottom of Santana!!!!
Good evening and thank you for joining me in these "travel memories" 🙂
Indeed, São Lourenço must be stunning at the end of the day. That’s partly why I regretted staying in Funchal all week. No matter how close you are, you’re never in the right place at the right time!
As for the mist and clouds, no worries—we got our fair share too , and even some rain. If there’s one thing certain about Madeira, it’s the unpredictability of the weather 😉! From one hour to the next in the same spot, it’s either sunshine or pea soup fog. At the same moment, from one kilometer to the next, it’s the same story! How on earth do you make sense of it? You can almost watch the clouds race by with the naked eye, no timelapse needed
See you soon for the next part—a week’s travel journal goes by fast, much faster than a three-week road trip 😉
Nice to catch up with you on the trails of Madeira. I really enjoy traveling with you 🙂.
Yes, the photos aren’t too bad, and in reality, it was really pretty too—but *but*—impressions and memories depend on so many things! And I’m particularly sensitive to all those "little" things. That’s why I try as hard as I can to pick the right moment, but it doesn’t always work out, as you can see 😕!
Not easy to know what to do: skip a nice hike/sight because it’s too crowded? I’ll admit, that’s kind of the temptation I have
You’re not wrong. A while back, in my American dreams, I refused to even consider Yellowstone because of the crowds, and even now, I’m hesitant about Delicate Arch, which feels more like a big concert venue than a natural site.
But I don’t think that’s the right solution. Sometimes we get it wrong, and we don’t have all the facts to judge. In Madeira, I ended up on supposedly overcrowded hiking spots—just me and my partner, with amazing weather, completely baffled (but thrilled). Though I’ll admit, after the first one (Sao Lourenço), I got a little scared. A crowd walking in single file, staring blankly at their shoes, expressionless faces, not responding to smiles or hellos (I tried 3 or 4 languages for real 🤪). It felt like the Paris metro or a bad sci-fi movie with robots taking over the world. Add in a light mist and an end-of-the-world landscape—hello, atmosphere. The charm of a place can turn creepy fast 🏴☠️.
See you tomorrow for the rest—I’m off to bed, work tomorrow!
Aaaah, there we go! Now I have regrets!!!
We too had hesitated a lot about doing the Pico Arieiro hike (even though our hosts raved about it every morning) because of the "darkness" in the Rother guide... (and also because I had some knee issues, that's true!).
Clearly, we should've given it a try! (Even if it meant turning back early).
We encountered way more people on the Pico Ruivo hike (especially when we were coming back down) than at São Lourenço... go figure 🤪.
I was also a bit disappointed by the ever-changing weather (though it was always mild).
Thanks for these photos because Madeira still remains a very fond memory overall.
Muriel
Si tu diffères de moi, mon frère, loin de me léser, tu m'enrichis (Saint Exupéry)
I’m discovering your new travel journal with great pleasure. Though the title does worry me a little😕
The photos are really beautiful, but unfortunately, for me, it’s too high up and too empty🤪
To me, Madeira is a sunny island with a bit of history—an Austrian empress used to come here to relax in the sun. I think there’s even a statue of her in some gardens.
Looking forward to reading the rest of your journal!
Hélène
Your travel journal reassures me way more than your title does!
What I see in it I really like: nice walks and lovely landscapes!
Even if Madeira isn’t on the cards for this year (Scotland in a month), I already have the *Guide du Routard*!
And your journal just convinces me even more that I’ll visit this island...
And the GoPro? ;)😉
Thanks,
JF
"Il faut toujours viser la lune, car même en cas d’échec, on atterrit dans les étoiles" Oscar Wilde
USA 2014 / ECOSSE 2015 / ESPAGNE 2017 / USA 2018 / Bientôt Madère2021&Lanzarote2025
I’m happy to follow your travel journal because we’re thinking of going to Madeira for about two weeks. Even though the island is small, we’re planning to stay in two or three different places. The photos are gorgeous!
I thought the weather would be nice at this time of year, so I hadn’t considered the possibility of fog—good to know so I won’t be surprised.
I’m jotting down everything that might interest me.
Looking forward to the next update.
Thanks for sharing!
Oh no, don’t feel that way! With a knee problem, it wouldn’t have been great anyway. There are still some steep descents and a few flights of high, uneven steps that a sore knee definitely wouldn’t appreciate.
As for turning back, it’s tough on a route this beautiful at every turn. We only planned to do a tiny stretch (the first viewpoint), but one extension led to another, and we ended up at the end 😛!
I was a bit disappointed by the changing weather too
Ah, the weather—it’s always the unpredictable part 😏. You plan so many great things, prepare everything carefully, and then—bam—a big cloud, a gust of wind, and everything’s ruined 🤪.
So glad to share these memories with you! Don’t let the title worry you too much—if there’s disappointment, there’s also plenty of magic 😉.
When it comes to heights and empty spaces, I’m with you—I’m not a huge fan either. But here, with steel cables and sturdy posts everywhere, it’s manageable. I actually had way more trouble in Scotland on narrow coastal trails with no protection at all. There are a few tricky spots like the one below, but in those cases, I just try not to overthink it, look straight ahead, and go for it .
Haha, the Empress of Austria—I know her well too, it’s Sissi! In *Sissi: Facing Her Destiny*, she stays in Madeira. I must’ve watched that movie 10 times . Unfortunately, her villa was destroyed. They built the casino in its place 😕. The statue, though, is still there. Here it is just for you as a sneak peek 😉
What I see there really appeals to me: nice walks and landscapes
You nailed it—there’s the charm of Madeira!
Even if it’s not happening right away, if you need a map or the Rother guide, just let me know when the time comes, and I can lend them to you. I also had the *Évasion* guide—it wasn’t bad at all.
And Scotland—is everything ready? Did you post your itinerary somewhere? I didn’t see it go by. No worries if not, I’ll wait for the travel journal 😉.
About the GoPro—yep, it was in the luggage. I forgot one *absolutely essential* item, though: the spare battery! Now I’m in the sorting/editing phase. Not a small task—I’ve got hours of work ahead of me!
So glad to have your company! We’re just small-timers with our 7 days there. Definitely enough to do in 15 days if you walk.
nous envisageons de loger dans 2 ou 3 endroits différents
Even though the island’s small and easy to get around, I think that’s a great idea.
j'avais occulté qu'il pouvait y avoir du brouillard
Apparently, it’s a common phenomenon, especially on the central mountains—even in summer. The clouds come from the north, follow the slope, and cling to the peaks. Locals advise those who want to tackle the summits to set off early in the morning.
Je note tout ce qui pourrait m'intéresser
Hope you find lots of things 😉
Anyway, time for me to continue my story.
See you soon
Day 3: After yesterday’s hike, our legs are a bit sore, so we scale back our ambitions. The morning is dedicated to exploring the northwest coast. We leave Funchal for ENCUMEADA, avoiding the expressways. A pretty road that winds into a deep gorge but is marred by ugly concrete scars left by ambitious excavators. What a waste!
At the pass, the road to Paul da Serra is closed (same in the other direction, just before Bica da Cana). I don’t know the reason, but it stays impassable all week. So we start with the coast and loop back via the plateau.
We head down to SAO VICENTE, determined to take the old coastal road, at least for a few stretches. Unfortunately, every access is blocked—either by a chain, concrete barriers, or even walled off! Such a letdown. We still managed a few bits on foot. The condition is terrible: landslides, falling rocks, waterfalls cascading from the black abyss onto the macadam, which is slowly giving way. It feels like the end of the world. I don’t like it. Everything is dark, everything is gray, everything seems abandoned. I’d heard this road described as a wonder! And of course, the new road with its tunnels, while safer, has zero charm.
SEIXAL doesn’t win me over on the north coast, nor does PORTO MONIZ. The town feels lifeless, all gray, its pools empty and dirty, abandoned. And always, that black rock plunging into the ocean like an unrelenting blade. Here, in this small tourist town waiting for visitors with vast concrete parking lots capable of hosting a fleet of buses, there’s not a single flowery space—a paradox for the "Island of Flowers"! In short, Porto Moniz in the off-season under gray skies isn’t showing its best side. I’m disappointed, caught up in the gloomy atmosphere. And as usual in these cases, I sulk and don’t touch my camera.
We reach SANTA and the intersection with ER 110. The road climbs, and a few kilometers later, we enter a different world: yellow steppes, bright and luminous, a few cows on the road, clouds breaking into pretty aerial swirls—it’s like Ireland!
On the roadside, in the middle of nowhere, groups are queuing—they’re waiting for the shuttle to Rabaçal and the 25 Fontes. It’s crowded, so we skip it and keep going. We stop a little further on, just before BICA DA CANA. The sun is winking at us. Off we go for the short hike BICA DA CANA TO PINNÁCULO (just a tiny stretch of PR17), pretty, cute, varied, and—best of all—deserted! We only crossed paths with three couples. This hike doesn’t have the fame of its neighbor, and I wonder why—it’s just as good!
We pass under impressive waterfalls sparkling in the sunlight, walk alongside cliffs draped in thick, soft green, climb rocks, startling a large family of lizards. Following the levada as it snakes along the hillside, hugging the curves of this bucolic valley, we reach Madeira’s "sugarloaf," the famous Pináculo. Beyond a sea of foliage, the view stretches to the ocean, while further up, the island’s peaks sketch their elegant silhouettes against the sky.
A hike we’ll rank in our Top 3. I had the 2014 Rother guide with me, but it wasn’t much help here. The start of the loop has been redone and is now well-marked with small wooden signs for PR17. Just make sure to take it in the right direction, toward Encumeada. The climb back to the road is trickier, though—the Rother guide is outdated. Mini excavators have reshaped the terrain, and lots of new plantings are in place. It’s not an issue in good weather (you can navigate by sight with the road and wind turbines in view), but it could be problematic in fog... though this is likely temporary. I regretted not planning the full PR17 for the day (17 km and over 1,000 m of elevation gain). Lack of confidence in my endurance, not enough training—if I had to do it over... It’s not fully described in the Rother guide, but you can find it online on Madeira’s official site. Plus, it’s a real loop! There aren’t many of those on Madeira.
The day isn’t over—we decide to squeeze in another short hike, about 1.5 hours, starting just a few kilometers away. We hop in the car and head to the Fanal forestry post on ER209. The spot is idyllic for a picnic: a vast stretch of soft grass, gnarled and twisted laurel trees, and banks of mist racing up the sides of this green valley. Picture-perfect—except the clouds are closing in, the mist thickening, turning into cotton wool, muffling sounds, erasing paths. The atmosphere is surreal: a dead tree, a cow moving slowly, and suddenly the fog swallows everything, even under our feet. We only make it to the small lake—a pond, really—and then turn back, soaked from all the suspended water, worried about getting lost as time ticks on.
We return to Funchal, where the sun is shining. The weather changes here are just mind-blowing. You couldn’t write a weather forecast for this place—you’d have to file it under horoscopes. In conclusion: a fantastic afternoon hike for a mediocre morning.
I get so much pleasure reading other travelers' journals...
Tell me about it!
Most of the time, I just read in silence.
Because of you, just before coming back here, I was checking out accommodation options in Madeira!
Your travel journal makes me really want to go!
Thanks. 🙂
Hi Laure,
Your photos make me absolutely want to visit this part of the world that had never crossed my mind before.
It’s truly spectacular, and thanks for sharing!
My only problem now is that my "to-do list" just got even longer...😉
Thanks again
Hi Lol64,
Your travel journal is still so interesting! And the photos bring back so many memories! Just so you know, there was a huge wave in the stream at the bottom of Encumeada with fatalities—they’re trying to clean up, but I’m afraid they’ll create a channel that lets the water rush down even faster!!! The road closure at the top of the pass is due to a landslide in a tunnel! It must be complicated to repair—has it already been a year???
On the other hand, we much preferred the north coast to the south coast because the sun was always there! Even though in Porto Moniz it was windy and a bit cloudy! But we stayed for 2 weeks and slept along the way as we traveled!
Thanks for these lovely hikes we’re experiencing with you!
Looking forward to the next part
Thanks for this great (start to your) travel journal.
We're leaving in a month, and it gives us an excellent idea of what to do and what not to do.
Do you think going to São Lourenço very early in the morning would help us avoid the crowds?
Thanks, and I can't wait for the rest! 🙂
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We started the hike a little after 10 a.m. and I didn’t find it too crowded (mind you, I didn’t say it was deserted either 😉).
In July, I think you should avoid midday hours because there’s no water or shade along the way.
Muriel
Si tu diffères de moi, mon frère, loin de me léser, tu m'enrichis (Saint Exupéry)
Thanks for the additional info. It seems this kind of accident is quite common on the island, and when you see the rock debris on the road, the state of the old tunnels, or the fragility of the hiking trails, you really understand how delicate everything is. That’s why it’s so important to be extra careful, whether you're driving or walking. In our sanitized world, we tend to think we’re invincible, but nature always has the upper hand.
we much preferred the north coast to the south coast
Well, you’ll see as you read on that I didn’t like either the north coast or the south coast, but for different reasons. What captivated me about the island were the landscapes, the deep valleys, and the high plateau. For the coasts, I’d take the Greek islands, Capri, or Corsica any day. My partner was less categorical and appreciated the wild, somewhat austere side, though he ended up agreeing with me.
But as they say, to each their own...
See you in a bit for the rest! 😉
il lui suffisait de voir une carte pour se mettre à l'étudier avec passion, puis, invariablement, il commençait à projeter quelque nouveau voyage impossible, qui, parfois, se transformait en réalité. »
PAUL BOWLES : « Un Thé au Sahara »
Do you think going to São Lourenço very early in the morning would help us avoid the crowds?
It’s hard to draw conclusions about the best time to visit São Lourenço. The agencies that offer group excursions seem to have specific days assigned to each destination, which leads to a lot of variation in how busy the site is from one day to the next.
We didn’t see any buses in the parking lot—it was mostly private individuals, like us, with rental cars. The walk is well-known, not too difficult, and easy to find.
I’d lean toward agreeing with Marimijean: go in the late afternoon, as late as possible. For one thing, it’ll be less hot in the middle of summer; for another, the colors will be much more flattering with the setting sun. Plus, since Germans and Brits tend to eat dinner early and the French don’t like to miss their apéritif, you might luck out with fewer people around.
If I were to do it again, I’d head out around 4–5 p.m. (and bring something in my bag to toast at the very end of the point). It must be stunning! That said, there’s no guarantee about the crowds, unfortunately.
Choose based on your own schedule, of course, and… let us know how it goes when you’re back 😉!
Happy planning
(and I’d pack something to toast with at the very end of the point)
What a great idea 😎... one I hadn’t thought of (to be honest, we did all our walks in the morning, but I remember a visit to Mont Saint-Michel we did in the late afternoon on our host’s advice, and we didn’t regret it—lighting and crowds were perfect).
Muriel
Si tu diffères de moi, mon frère, loin de me léser, tu m'enrichis (Saint Exupéry)
Day 4: Today’s plan was the CALDEIRÃO VERDE hike (the "Green Cauldron" in English), starting from Queimadas, with an estimated 3.5-hour round trip (no other option this time). I’d planned to arrive early, but Casa da Queimadas wasn’t easy to find. I’d poorly prepared, assuming it would be signposted. Big mistake! We had to ask for directions—no small feat with only 2-3 words of Portuguese. Luckily, English and French are fairly common, and after several attempts, we finally made it—late, of course. It’s still a 40-minute drive from Funchal. No big buses in the parking lot (I can’t even imagine how they’d make it up that narrow, steep road), just a few parked cars and no one at the trailhead. Pure bliss!
A trail through the woods alongside a lovely levada, winding gently with no incline—almost too easy! Then we plunged into a wild valley. The path narrowed, a rock to navigate, a tunnel, the vegetation grew denser, birds ruled the skies, and we entered an unknown world where nature reigned supreme. Indiana Jones wasn’t far off! A waterfall, gaps in the forest with breathtaking views. We only occasionally noticed the sheer drops beside us, but the trail was perfectly safe everywhere. The finale was stunning—I won’t spoil it; go see for yourself!
It was still early, and we were enchanted by the route. A quick picnic. Should we keep going? CALDEIRÃO DO INFERNO (the "Cauldron of Hell"—yikes, things are getting tougher) starts right after, with an extra 2 hours and a small elevation gain of about 100 meters. It was also listed as closed and unsafe due to a landslide. We’re not reckless, and I’m very cautious—no way we’d take unnecessary risks. Plus, I’d read there were a series of boring tunnels and that the hike didn’t add much. Still, we decided to check it out, ready to turn back if it got too sketchy.
There was indeed a small landslide—a ten-meter stretch without safety cables or posts, but the trail was well-marked. In dry weather and with proper footwear, it wasn’t an issue. No gaping abyss either, just a slightly steeper slope. No physical or mental barriers. After that, it was pure joy! The tunnels were fun, not too long, and all different. The landscape kept changing: we climbed, squeezed through gaps, advanced to the deafening sound of a waterfall, crossed iron bridges and stone bridges. I had a blast on this stretch, and we loved it. The end might be a little less spectacular, but the journey alone was worth the extension. Caldeirão Verde & Caldeirão do Inferno ended up as our #2, just behind Pico Arieiro and *way* ahead of the famous 25 Fontes, which we’ll do at the end of the trip. Don’t hesitate—go for it! Just remember that once you reach the end, you’ll have to turn back. That’s still just under 20 km...
The afternoon was well underway, but we decided to take the scenic route back, this time comfortably in our car. Santana, São Jorge, Cabanas, Boaventura, Ponta Delgada flashed by. The north coast, but more on the east side this time. The road cut through lush vegetation, climbed green hills, wound through rock, flirted with the ocean and cliffs. In the soft light of the setting sun, this coastal drive was magical—my favorite seaside moment.
Then, back to Funchal via the expressway through São Vicente and Encumeada in just under an hour. Just before taking the expressway, west of São Vicente, the northwest coast (which we’d explored yesterday)—dark, inhospitable—loomed on the horizon, draped in wide ribbons of dark mist. What a contrast to what we’d just discovered.
Looking at your photos, it seems like the weather was sunnier at the very beginning of May after all!
la casa da Queimadas isn't easy to find
We didn’t find it either!... We followed the "Queimadas" sign that led us... to the Pico das Pedras parking lot 🤪.
Since the two hikes could be done back-to-back, that’s what we did... but as a result, we didn’t make it all the way to Caldeirão do Inferno.
And honestly, we didn’t experience the same crowd peaks—there were quite a few people on this hike (though it’s all relative), so we had to wait a while to pass through the spots where you can’t cross paths (mostly French folks, maybe this hike is mentioned in a French guidebook...).
Muriel
Si tu diffères de moi, mon frère, loin de me léser, tu m'enrichis (Saint Exupéry)
Thanks so much for your reply. That could actually be a great compromise 🙂.
We’ll get back to you around July 20th 😉. Have a great day
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Hello!
What memories! That hike was so pretty, we did it too starting from the Pico Das Pedras parking lot! But on the last bend before the waterfall, as I was putting away my camera, I got caught on one of the posts supporting the steel cables protecting from the drop, and—*crash*—the post came loose, and I found myself between the levada and the void. I don’t know how I managed to scramble back onto my hands and knees on the edge of the levada. In any case, I was shaking so much that I went to the end, we took our time for a picnic, and then we turned back—no way was I continuing the second part! So I’m thrilled to see your photos because that levada was absolutely stunning, but you *have* to be careful!!!😕
It’s true that the coastal section below Samana is absolutely gorgeous, especially since you did it like we did (after Caldeira Verde) in the late afternoon with the sunlight!
It’s such a pleasure to read your posts, and we’re loving your beautiful photos!
Thanks for sharing, and can’t wait for the next part!🙂
I get the feeling that, in the end, the weather was sunnier at the very beginning of May
That’s quite possible. Every time we were in the sun, the clouds weren’t far behind, and when we were in the mist, we’d find nice weather just a few kilometers away !
We didn’t find it either!
That makes me feel better . At the time, I wasn’t too proud of my preparation. Usually, I note everything very precisely, and this time... 😕 Oh well, we found it in the end, and so did you 🙂!
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Well, here’s a memory that won’t fade anytime soon! What a scare 🏴☠️! It’s true the trails are well-maintained, but the terrain remains treacherous with all sorts of unpredictable challenges... A simple misstep, harmless elsewhere, can take a very unpleasant turn here.
I still shudder remembering the English family I crossed paths with (very nice, by the way) on a particularly exposed section of the trail. Their two boys (I’d say 6 and 8 years old) were bounding ahead with all the carefree confidence of childhood, while the parents followed behind with the youngest strapped to their back in a baby carrier. For a moment, I imagined the slip—a single foot losing grip, the weight shifting, the child barely secured... It’s hard to say you *shouldn’t* do it in that case... if you overthink, you’d never do anything, and plenty of people get hurt more or less seriously just going about their daily lives! One thing’s certain: vigilance and attention are key—I totally agree! It’d be such a shame to ruin such a beautiful hike with a bad ending.
I’ll continue my story in a very different tone right away...
See you soon
Day 5: FUNCHAL. Okay, let’s set the record straight—I’m not much of a city person, and museums aren’t my thing at all. That said, I couldn’t skip Funchal while exploring Madeira. So, I put together a little itinerary that let us see what I thought (after some research) were the highlights of the city. No indoor visits—it was a conscious choice, especially since the weather was just too nice!
For those interested, here’s our planned route. The shuttle dropped us off at L (the cable car departure point), and we actually did L→J→K→L in a short morning before heading to Monte by cable car, then to the botanical garden via the second cable car (off the map). Finally, we walked back down to I and retraced our steps to A in the late afternoon before returning to the hotel area.
We left the hotel area by bus. We’d given up on taking the car—the traffic can be tricky, and parking is a hassle. Our hotel offered free shuttles, but the city buses also run through the Lido area, so no worries there. We started at Jardim do Almirante Reis, heading toward the market, which is apparently best visited in the morning. I was a bit skeptical about this tourist hotspot, but I was wrong. It lived up to its reputation—a festival of colors, scents, and sounds. It buzzes like a net just pulled from the water. People jostle, marveling at the vibrant, orderly stalls. I’d heard the vendors could be pushy, but I didn’t encounter any. They were certainly present, with endless chatter, but always with a smile. A few words of Portuguese—thank you, sorry, maybe later—and I always got a kind word or gesture in return. And yet, we didn’t buy anything.
After the market, we headed to the old town. Let’s cut to the chase—this was my favorite part of Madeira. Rua Santa Maria has a bit of a hipster vibe but is incomparable with its painted doors. The little squares, all the way to Fort St. James, are charming. It’s a pleasure to stroll through the cobbled alleys, discovering a church or the sea peeking through a sudden gap framed by a flowering bush.
Next, we took the cable car to Monte. Hmm. The view is pretty, the church too, and the surrounding streets are just as nice. The air is much fresher than by the sea. The *carreiros* (wicker basket sledges) are there, idle for now. I wasn’t convinced—I just couldn’t get into the vibe. Too many tourists, like everywhere else, but here, it felt like there wasn’t much behind it—just tourists and people whose only purpose seemed to be waiting for tourists. We skipped the Monte gardens; you’ve got to make choices. So, we took the second cable car (yes, I know, today we were in full lazy mode) to the botanical garden.
The botanical garden is beautiful, spacious, and full of plants. There’s even a cute little self-service café with very reasonable prices. That said, it didn’t blow me away—it’s a classic botanical garden, no frills, just showcasing the island’s climate and the exotic plants imported over the years. I did appreciate the cactus area, though—impressive in size and variety—and the palm trees. But I have to rant about the birds, kept at the very bottom of the garden, many of them in small, bare, cramped cages. I’m not usually an animal rights activist, but this was borderline unacceptable. It’s also a shame there weren’t more signs—you wander around without always knowing where you are or what’s around you.
We left the garden through the lower gate (we’d entered at the top, so we did the visit descending instead of climbing) and were immediately accosted by a VERY unpleasant taxi driver (I suspect he was hurling insults, but since I didn’t understand... I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt). He didn’t like that we preferred to walk down! The ride was offered for 10 €, but we only took 20 minutes to reach the town hall square! Another steep descent—this one was pretty intense. No sidewalks or pedestrian zones, and it’s a bit dangerous when you see how fast cars barrel down the slope. The incline is impressive—you need good knees to walk down (or good brakes, depending on your mode of transport) and the stamina of an athlete to climb it in one go. The people of Madeira seem to have adopted the principle that the shortest path from point A to point B is... a straight line, no matter the elevation. That makes for some spicy routes, especially by car—on the way up, you instinctively lean forward so the front wheels don’t lift off (no joke). But at least you avoid hairpin turns.
Back to the newer part of the city, with the town hall and its square paved in basalt and marble, the St. Lawrence Palace, the theater, the municipal gardens, and the cathedral. Nice, but quick (distances aren’t huge), and, in my opinion, less typical than the old town. St. Catherine’s Park was disappointing, but it’s under construction. Then we headed back to the hotel area in about half an hour—doable, but not exactly charming. Better to take a bus; it’s faster, less tiring, and you don’t miss much.
We then continued to the famous seaside promenade, which I didn’t find all that special unless you’re into endless rows of restaurants, cafés, and shops.
So that’s Funchal. A superficial look, sure, but it was enough for us. The city’s small—you can easily explore it in a day. We didn’t see many neighborhoods, like the heights of São Pedro, but we preferred to prioritize nature and hikes.
To be continued... (hang in there, only 2 days left! 😛)
Really great to live through your trip... especially since we’ve been there too. We were there in April, just before the Flower Festival... And I see we all feel pretty much the same way... A beautiful island with such contrasts, both in landscapes and weather... *Your* "Ponta de São Lourenço" and *ours* under the sun are quite different, but the photos are just as stunning... The disembarking tourists had us laughing... We stayed on the sunny coast in Calheta (Calhau Grande), which I can only recommend. Thanks! !
Hi Muriel, sure, in the sunshine, even the shabbiest place can look charming—or maybe it’s just our brains a little high 😛. Personally, a bit of light and I feel great, but under the gloom, the mood often takes a nosedive 😕.
Joking aside, I went back to your blog (Funchal seemed pretty gloomy for you ), and I really think it’s great. Lovely photos and such a simple, nice navigation (unlike others).
je vois qu'on ressent à peu près tous la même chose
That’s quite possible, and it would make sense after all. Before my trip, I’d only read glowing reviews—everything is beautiful, the island is magnificent. No downsides at all. So when I came back "between disappointment and enchantment" 😉, I wondered if I was being too picky or if, by any chance, other travelers hadn’t said it all 😊 or at least left out a few negatives... 😏
Nous y étions en avril juste avant la fête des fleurs
Hmm, I’m starting to think April might be better than May... In April, the spring blooms are at their peak, whereas in May, some flowers are already fading while the summer ones aren’t out yet. Something to consider...
Nous logions sur la côte du soleil à Calheta (Calhau Grande) que je ne peux que conseiller
Yes, I really think Funchal isn’t the best place to stay, at least not for an extended period.
6th and penultimate day (already!) – a day that was supposed to be dedicated to the south coast. However, I’d like to try to save some time and attempt the **25 Fontes hike** in the afternoon, hoping there’ll be fewer people on this trail, which turns out to be the island’s most popular.
We set off early toward the west. First stop: **PONTA DO SOL**, a tiny village still asleep (it’s early and it’s Sunday), exuding the subtle charm of another era. Under its festive garlands, with its colorful seaside facades and its all-white church, it looks like a sleeping princess in a dragon’s lair. Indeed, on either side of the modest cove bordering the ocean, dark rock walls rise, both protective and menacing, and on their gentler slopes, banana trees climb the hillside. A short stroll through the alleys, a brief walk on the jetty where a few fishermen doze amid the crashing waves, and we’re back on the road. I think I would’ve liked to spend a night in one of those discreet hotels by the sea, letting the evening drift by to the murmur of the waves, my gaze carried by the white foam of the rolling crests. In Ponta do Sol, time doesn’t quite flow like it does elsewhere.
Our second stop is **JARDIM DO MAR**, a pedestrian village that’s undergone a very studied renovation. We got lost in its alleys, which bravely tackle the steep terrain, between stone walls interwoven with lush vegetation, under the trellis of a low vine, the imposing silhouette of still-green banana bunches. Here, we meet a man with a sun-tanned face, bent over a narrow strip of land overlooking the void; there, a lazy cat or a goat trapped in a small patch of wild grass. Here and there, between the brand-new houses and the sophisticated B&Bs, stand the crumbling walls of a shack overrun by brambles, hinting at another era, another world—harsher, no doubt, than the one where tourists drag their shoes and suitcases over the uneven cobblestones. Down below, a charming promenade lines the sea, but the towering dark cliffs block any view. Here, all you see is water stretching endlessly, dark pebbles, and large concrete blocks, like a slightly disconcerting futuristic beach.
Back on the road with the **ER223**, rated three stars in the *Évasion* guide, which describes it with plenty of superlatives. I’d ended up dreading it—no doubt we and our car were going to plunge into the ocean. It’s a pretty mountain road with a few tight turns and nice viewpoints, nothing alarming or even worrying when you take it at the slow pace of a photo hunter. The most real threat is probably the chunks of rock breaking off from the overhanging mountain. So, definitely not the right place for a picnic!
As we keep driving west, we approach **PONTA DA PARGO** and run into clouds, mist, and finally, rain. The strong wind gives us a few glimpses of sunshine, just enough for a photo. The countryside is very green (you quickly understand why), a little desolate, inhospitable, dotted with “for sale” signs and abandoned houses. Lands you can imagine being merciless to their inhabitants, battered by the elements, and at the very end, the lighthouse—a lighthouse like so many others, with the eternal battle between rock and water raging below.
Fed up with the too-black basalt, the too-strong wind, the too-cold rain. We head full north through the forest, then east via the plateau road and **Paul da Serra**. Fed up with driving, we want to hike. All I can think about is the **25 Fontes** and the **Risco waterfall**. The road climbs, still in the fog, but the blue sky seems so close. We keep going. When we arrive at the **Rabaçal** parking lot, it’s 9°C, it’s raining, and it’s windy—but maybe down below, sheltered by the laurel forest... we believe, we go. Our shoes are waterproof—time to test how waterproof our jackets are! No way we’re waiting for the shuttle in this weather. Besides, is there even a shuttle? It’s Sunday, and the trailhead sign has nothing indicated. Of course, we’re the only ones starting the hike, even though several cars are parked in the lot. A 30-minute steep descent in the pouring rain. We’ll meet the owners of those cars on their way back up (so there’s no shuttle), drenched and looking dazed. Oh well, we keep going. We’ll do the whole hike in the same conditions and won’t be bothered by crowds at all!
I really loved the **Risco waterfall**, which, in these particular conditions, took on a supernatural air. I would’ve liked to continue along the path that you can glimpse in the distance, but it’s closed off by a gate. I also really liked arriving at the **25 Fontes**, but the path leading there isn’t very exciting. Sure, we didn’t have much of a view, but I found it a bit monotonous, and after an easy first section, you walk alongside the *levada* on a narrow, uneven stone path, often 40 to 60 cm off the ground. No risk of vertigo or a fatal fall, obviously, but a real danger of injury if you slip. Plus, you’re constantly forced to watch your step, which gets tiring after a while. So, the **25 Fontes & Risco hike** will be in last place in our week’s ranking, even ignoring the bad weather. Back to the parking lot via the road—a 40-minute climb (we could’ve done without that)—and guess what? The empty shuttle passes us, or rather, taunts us twice before disappearing. It seems it doesn’t stop outside the designated points, or maybe we were too wet for its taste. Grrr!
Back to **Funchal** via a small road heading full south toward the coast. The **ER110** is still closed after **Bica da Cana**. Apocalyptic scenes—the forest has been ravaged by fire, some trees have collapsed or slid, their ghostly silhouettes threatening the road. And under the downpour, the earth, held by nothing, flows like water, carrying away gravel and branches. We weave slowly through a land of desolation. Would you believe that when we arrived in Funchal, the sun was shining and it was over 20°C? And yet, it didn’t take us more than an hour to get back. Tonight, we’ll eat on the terrace. That’s Madeira for you—a meteorological paradox.
See you soon (for those who aren’t tired of this yet 😇[;])) for the last day and the wrap-up...
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After as many weeks as I have fingers on my right hand, we're hitting the road again, fully recovered from our pharaonic adventure. Back in France to drop off our daughters (sorry, girls!), this time it's just the two of us, ready to be welcomed by a new destination. They say it offers one of the richest cultural heritages in the world for those willing to put in the effort. It's the land of the ancient Silk Road, where we'll follow a journey steeped in history and discoveries straight out of *One Thousand and One Nights*. A former Soviet bloc region independent only since 1991, we'll be walking in the footsteps of Genghis Khan, Tamerlane, Alexander the Great, Marco Polo...
Another fun fact about this country: it's strictly forbidden to import porn on your phone. True story. The same goes for painkillers! Unless it's about sodomy—though the two don’t seem connected, that’s just how it is. Don’t ask me why! Anyway, I’m getting off track. Here’s the big question: Where do you think we’ve just landed?... To give you a hint, the locals are known for being incredibly welcoming. No sooner said than done—our first taxi driver, proud to transport French travelers, refused to let us pay for the ride. Great vibes for these two weeks ahead. So, any guesses?
Uzbekistan!!!
It was winter, a winter with beautiful weather,
A season that only exists in the southwest of America,
I remember very well what I told you that morning
A month ago... A century ago, an eternity ago...
We’ll go... wherever you want, whenever you want...
Well, yeah, back from our adventure in our enchanting American West just a month ago, we’re already taking a bite out of one of its lesser-known competitors. "Flo, if you had to pick just one reason to justify your love for the U.S., what would it be?" The greasy, dripping burgers? No, I don’t think I’m going out on a limb by saying it’d be the wide-open spaces... And that’s exactly what our new quest is taking us to—a land on the other side of the globe where the horizon also seems endless, where silence tastes like salty wind and sand, where freedom is measured in kilometers of desert tracks, where the GPS is mostly there to confirm you’re lost in the middle of nowhere... Add to that magic formula the fact that you’ll see more zebras, giraffes, wildebeest, and elephants than people per square kilometer, and you can imagine us setting foot in Southern Africa for the first time, more precisely at the small airport in Windhoek, capital of... of...? Brush up on your geography, damn it! We’re landing in Namibia!!!
To be honest, Namibian landscapes have been flirting with me for ages. So how did I resist this island of temptation for so long? First, the budget. Let’s just say that for the same amount of effort (and kidneys), the bank lets you choose two other adventures almost anywhere else on the planet. Then there were my girls. Yeah, back then, they were too little to dose up on Malarone, the only malaria remedy at the time... Long story short, ten years later, all the planets have aligned. First, I won the Euromillions! Well, almost... Let’s just say my girls are now old enough... not to take Malarone, but to stop following me on all my adventures! Jackpot! "Flo, how about a little two-person caprice, just the two of us, tackling the Namibian tracks?"
As we landed on the runway, first wow effect: The horizon is immense. It’s flat as can be, incredibly flat... So much flat space! Did I mention it was flat?... Looking into the distance, it feels like your gaze could circle the Earth without hitting a single obstacle—until you end up staring at your own backside. "Oh, what a nice view!" Well, it’s the first time I’ve seen my butt from this angle! Touching moment... Sorry, I’m rambling—must be the exhaustion from the three-flight marathon we just powered through via Ethiopia and South Africa... And yet, no time to philosophize about my anatomy. As usual, we want to rack up our first kilometers to be front and center at dawn tomorrow. After wrapping up the tedious Namibian immigration formalities and meeting the 4x4 that’ll be our companion day and night for the next fifteen days, we’re off! We’re not exactly fresh, but we’re ready to tackle the next five hundred kilometers in night mode, cruise control set due south! Just outside Windhoek, the local wildlife—a jackal—welcomes us with a smile: "Welcome to Namibia!" That’s what it said! Honest... Okay, first endless straight road, first flaming sunset, first corrugated dirt track, first Milky Way with zero light pollution... You get it—it’s definitely the day of firsts... First night camping, too, in the big trunk of our Toyota Fortuner parked by the side of the track... The real adventure, the kind that smells under the arms, can finally begin...
I hesitated about writing this travel journal...
This summer, we only did the classics (the 3 northern parks and Zanzibar) and let a local agency take care of everything from start to finish.
No craziness, no risks, no sleeping under the stars, no self-drive, no venturing off the beaten path, no incidents, and not even any delays in the pre-planned itinerary...
But don’t think we were disappointed!
The whole family (there were 6 of us) came back with smiles and memories of great moments spent together.
So, if you're looking for a "classic" way to discover Tanzania, this is the place to be.
Our 2-week itinerary:
- Arusha (1 night upon arrival)
- Tarangire (1 night)
- Ngorongoro (2 nights in Karatu then Irmisigiyo)
- Serengeti (3 nights in Robanda, Togoro Plains, and Seronera)
- Zanzibar Stone Town (1 night)
- Zanzibar Matemwe (3 nights)
- Zanzibar Jambiani (3 nights)
I could have titled my travel journal like Carmen: "Some trips are born twice." Indeed, we had considered this destination back in February 2020. However, an honest tour operator advised us against traveling at that time due to the climate. So, we gave up and opted for Guatemala instead (see "On the Mayan Lands" on this site).
So, why this title? When I was in primary school, over 65 years ago, the illustrations in my history books (Machu Picchu) and geography books (Lake Titicaca) made me dream, and those images stayed in my mind. It took until 2026 to finally make this dream come true!
We prepared our trip with Tout Pérou, a French-speaking "agency." Everything was handled via email and WhatsApp exchanges with our contact: Laurent, who was both competent, friendly, and full of good advice.
For 200 €, Tout Pérou provided us with drivers and guides whenever we wanted, helped us buy our domestic flights (cheaper when purchased in Peru), booked shuttles between airports and hotels, and got us a discount on the train ride to Aguas Calientes, as well as on the buses between Chivay and Puno and between Puno and Cusco. In short, Laurent took care of all the logistics and the Machu Picchu tickets. It was up to us to book our hotels. Tout Pérou provided a list, but we weren’t obliged to follow it. Another advantage of the package: we didn’t have to pay in advance; we paid the service providers directly day by day.
We didn’t meet Laurent in person because he was on vacation in Europe. Before his departure, he gave us a briefing, provided a summary table with the entire program, the service providers, their phone numbers, their fees, the schedules, and gave us plenty of advice (money, exchange, safety, etc.). After returning at the end of our stay, he kept checking in on us.
Lastly, we had also gathered information from Arnaud Lagadec, who runs a hotel in Cusco and offers tours of the region. He gave us a lot of useful information. Another contact: Thomas Montaigne, very friendly, who runs an agency in Arequipa (Agence Pérou Exclusif).
Day 1 – Paris to Lima
Foreword
I’ll share our trip without any pretension—I don’t have the talent of some contributors on this forum—and I’ll illustrate it with a few photos (taken with an ordinary smartphone). My comments are personal and only reflect my own views. So, please be kind! Feel free to comment on my story as you like, but let’s avoid pointless debates.
Even though we live in the south of the Paris region, true to our habits when the flight is in the morning, we chose to spend the night before our departure in a hotel near CDG and parked our car in a parking lot in Garches. This way, we avoid the stress that often comes with traveling around Paris (accidents, roadworks, traffic jams, etc.).
Check-in and border control went smoothly on that Sunday morning. Our Air France flight was uneventful. In Lima, border control took a particularly long time, and for the first time, we didn’t get an entry visa stamped in our passports.
As planned, a driver took us to the Miraflores district, where our hotel was located. We were surprised by the numerous signs about possible tsunamis, having forgotten that Peru is prone to such events and regularly experiences earthquakes. We’d see the consequences of these during our journey.
Exhausted from the early wake-up, the 13-hour flight, and the 7-hour time difference, we had dinner at the hotel before a restful night.
Note that this day was Peru’s presidential election day. As a result, we weren’t served beer—the sale of alcohol was banned that Sunday.
Hi everyone, I’m Patrick, 67 years old, a seasoned traveler (already 22 trips outside Europe).
In autumn 2025, I took my first 3-week trip to Japan, with stops in Tokyo, Kamakura, Matsumoto, Kamikochi, Takayama, Kanazawa, Kyoto, Nara, Osaka, Koyasan, Tokyo again, and Nikko.
I wanted to go back in May 2026 and explore some lesser-known places to complement my first trip.
Last year, there were four of us traveling together to discover Japan (a fairly classic itinerary). This time, I’ll be traveling solo for part of the trip and with a couple of French friends for the rest.
The weather was gorgeous in May, averaging around 25°C, with two very hot days in Kyoto and only two rainy days.
As usual, I organized everything myself, gathering plenty of information from various sites, including this one.
Transportation:
An ICOCA card is essential.
I got a 5-day Kansai-Hiroshima pass because I took the shinkansen between Hiroshima and Osaka three times, and it paid for itself quickly.
Accommodations:
Mostly through Booking. No issues at all. Average cost was 46 € per night.
Meals:
For breakfast, I alternated between buying food at a konbini to eat in my room or on the train and grabbing something at local cafés.
For lunch and dinner, I tried to vary my meals as much as possible—lots of sashimi, sushi, and ramen.
Okonomiyaki in Osaka and Hiroshima.
Oysters in every form (raw, grilled, fried) in Onomichi and Hiroshima.
A variety of seafood (shrimp, shellfish) in Hiroshima and Matsumoto.
Fish whose names often escaped me, but notably mackerel and eel (unagi).
Tempura and gyoza.
Chicken skewers (yakitori) and one teppanyaki meal.
One omakase meal (9 different dishes).
In the end, not much meat aside from a few yakitori skewers. No splurges on super expensive wagyu or Kobe beef.
Average dinner cost: 4,800 yen, drinks included.
The Itinerary:
Day 1: Departure from Brussels
Day 2: Arrival in Osaka
Day 3: To Himeji, then Kurashiki
Day 4: To Fukuyama, then Tomo no Ura, then Onomichi
Day 5: Cycling the Shimanami Kaido
Day 6: To Takahara, then Hiroshima
Day 7: To Kyoto to attend the Aoi Matsuri parade
Day 8: To Miyajima
Day 9: Hiroshima, then Kyoto
Day 10: Southern Kyoto
Day 11: Northern Kyoto
Day 12: Final day in Kyoto, then to Nagatsugawa
Day 13: Start of the Nakasendo Trail (Magome to Tsumago)
Day 14: Second day of the trail (Kiso Fukushima)
Day 15: Third day of the trail (Narai), then Matsumoto
Day 16: To Mt. Fuji (Kawaguchiko)
Day 17: To Tokyo
Day 18: Excursion to Enoshima and Kamakura
Day 19: Flight home, with a 10-hour layover in Hong Kong
Day 20: Arrival in Brussels
Avant notre Départ
La préparation de ce voyage a commencé 9 mois avant notre départ au mois de Juin. Pour ceux qui veulent faire un circuit similaire, il est important de réserver les hébergements très tôt, surtout dans les campsites de l'Okavango et de Savuti au risque de ne pas avoir de place.
Présentation
Après avoir fait la Zambie il y a 3 ans ainsi que la Namibie et l'ouest du Botswana il y a 1,5 ans, le choix s’est porté cette année sur le Zimbabwe (Hwange NP) et la moitié nord du Botswana.
Le vol depuis Paris est à destination de Victoria Falls avec Ethiopians airlines et une escale à Addis Ababa. Location d'un 4x4 chez Bushlore à Kasane avec deux tentes sur le toit puisque nous sommes 4 pour ce périple. La compagnie Bushlore vient nous chercher à notre guesthouse pour aller récupérer notre 4x4 et surtout nous faire une présentation de la voiture et de son équipement. Faites vraiment attention à ce que l'on vous dit car cela peut s'avérer primordial en cas de problème comme ce sera notre cas pendant le voyage.
Notre Parcours
Nous sommes arrivés le 12 juin à midi à destination. A l'aéroport de Victoria Falls dès l'arrivée nous faisons l'acquisition de notre Visa à "Double Entrée" que j'avais au préalable réservé sur internet sur le site https://www.evisa.gov.zw/ .
Comme notre véhicule est positionné au Botswana, nous devons nous y rendre depuis Victoria Falls en franchissant pour la première fois la frontière entre le Zimbabwe et le Botswana.
Le lendemain matin, la compagnie Bushlore vient nous chercher à notre guesthouse pour aller récupérer notre 4x4. A la fin des formalités, nous prenons la route direction le Zimbabwe et la ville de Victoria Falls.
Le matin réveil matinal pour être aux chutes Victoria au lever du soleil. Superbe paysage mais comme nous sommes au début de la saison sèche, il y a beaucoup d'eau dans le Zambèze et donc un débit important aux chutes. Ceci ne permet pas d'en apprécier toute la beauté.
En début d'après-midi , nous partons pour Hwange NP dans lequel nous restons 4 jours. Deux jours à Gwango campsite près de Dete et ensuite deux jours à Robins Camp. Nous pensions voir plus d'animaux à Robins, en fait cela n'a pas été le cas. A Hwange, nous n'avons pas vu de prédateurs mais quand même une multitude de mammifères ( buffles, éléphants girafes, zèbres et antilopes).
Après cette incursion de quelques jours au Zimbabwe, nous retraversons la frontière à Pandamatenga pour retourner au Botswana. Une escale au Nata lodge pour une bonne nuit de repos car il est fatigant de conduire sur la piste.
Nous quittons Nata pour nous diriger vers Nxai Pan, la piste est sablonneuse mais c'est relativement facile. Nous faisons un petit crochet pour aller admirer quelques beaux spécimens de baobabs à "Baines Baobabs". Ensuite nous reprenons la piste pour nous rendre dans notre campsite le Nxai pan South camp. Il faut savoir que beaucoup de campsites au Botswana ne sont pas clôturés (sauf la partie douches toilettes) et que donc les animaux peuvent se promener librement au sein du camp. Quelques précautions sont donc à prévoir surtout à la nuit tombée.
Après cette halte dans le pan de Nxai, nous reprenons la route pour Maun. Nous avons décidé de faire une halte à Maun avant de rejoindre Moremi et le delta de l'Okavango pour trois raisons. La première était que nous devions faire le plein de vivres et d'essence pour les 5 prochains jours, la seconde parce que notre réfrigérateur est en panne (heureusement bushlore à une succursale à Maun) et la troisième que le trajet de Nxai à notre camp de Xakanaxa dans le delta aurait pris trop de temps. J'évite toujours de conduire à la nuit tombée.
Nous arrivons donc le 21 Juin en début d'après-midi dans notre camp de Xakanaxa. Ne voulant pas perdre de temps nous réservons une balade en bateau sur le delta de l'Okavango, départ à 16h00 pour une durée de 2 heures pour assister au coucher de soleil. Pour ceux que cela intéresse à droite de l'emplacement Xakanaxa X1 , il y a un panneau pour faire des balades en bateau. La personne qui les organise est très pro et pratique des prix sans commune mesure avec ceux des lodges.
Une belle balade dans le delta et un superbe coucher de soleil. Il est bien plus reposant d'être en bateau plutôt que sur la piste. Ce qui ne nous empêche pas de faire le matin et en fin d'après-midi le lendemain des self-drive avec notre véhicule.
Voici venu le moment de quitter la zone du delta pour nous diriger vers Savuti, une région bien plus sèche. Et c'est là que commence la partie la plus difficile de notre voyage. Tout d'abord, nous décidons de remonter par Khwai , la saison des pluies est terminée mais la zone est marécageuse. Cela nous oblige à traverser quelques petites zones d'eau que nous sondons pour vérifier que nous pouvons les franchir. Heureusement sur la route un panneau nous indique la route à suivre pour rester plus ou moins au sec. Nous arrivons à Khwai sans encombre et c'est ensuite que nous avons commis une erreur majeure. Au lieu de suivre la piste principale pour remonter vers Mababe Gate et rejoindre Savuti Camp, nous avons pris une piste rectiligne qui remonte plein nord et ensuite une piste sur la droite pour rejoindre notre camp. Erreur de jugement puisque nous nous sommes ensablés, une roue arrière enfoncée à mi-hauteur dans le sable et une autre à l'avant qui ne touche plus le sol. Au point de connaitre une véritable peur de ne pouvoir nous en sortir, le tout sur une piste déserte et à vingt kilomètres de notre point de chute quand la nuit va tomber dans deux heures. Là où ma recommandation d'être attentif aux instructions relatives au véhicule prend tout son sens puisqu'il a fallu utiliser le cric de levage afin de résoudre le problème. Bilan : nous arrivons au camp site de Savuti peu avant la nuit ( Distance : 146,3 km, Durée : 9 heures, 56 minutes et 3 secondes, Vitesse moyenne : 14,7 km/h , trace prise avec Osmand ). A la réception, la personne ne comprend pas par ou nous sommes passées, car en effet nous n'avons franchi aucune porte d'entrée de la réserve de Savuti.
Le lendemain matin personne n'a envie de conduire et nous faisons donc un game drive avec un guide. Je ne sais pas si c'est une forme de récompense mais la sortie est formidable. Nous avons le plaisir de voir trois lions et surtout une troupe de lycaons que nous avons le temps d'admirer et de photographier. Le lendemain, nous faisons un petit self drive et nous retrouvons un des lions de la veille qui se désaltère à un point d'eau. Fin de notre aventure à Savuti.
Nous partons maintenant vers Kasane. Nous restituons notre voiture et nous nous installons pour nos deux dernières nuits à Kasane. Le lendemain matin, comme nous n'avons plus de voiture, nous décidons donc de faire un dernier game drive matinal à Chobe NP qui se révèle là aussi plutôt réussi avec le suivi de deux lions qui sont frères et beaucoup d'autres mammifères. Le seul inconvénient de Chobe est qu'il y a beaucoup de touristes , cela nous change des autres parcs que nous avons faits. Ceci dit nous sommes nous-mêmes des vacanciers donc ... Le soir, nous faisons une ultime balade en bateau sur la rivière Chobe pour finir en beauté avec un très beau coucher de soleil.
Une bonne nuit de sommeil et pleins de merveilleux souvenirs, de paysages, d'animaux et d'émotions mais il est temps de repartir. Nous partons tôt le matin avec la même compagnie de taxi qu'à l'aller afin de franchir une dernière fois la frontière vers le Zimbabwe pour rejoindre l'aéroport d'où nous décollons pour rentrer en France.
Nous avons atterri à Victoria Falls au Zimbabwe et sommes allés directement au Botswana à Kasane pour récupérer notre voiture.
Notre véhicule est un 4X4 car en Zambie, il est pratiquement impossible d'utiliser autre chose surtout dans les parcs nationaux. J'ai déjà eu le plaisir de visiter le parc national de South Luangwa, c'est une des motivations pour ce voyage, la principale raison étant de voyager en Afrique avec un de mes fils.
Première étape Livingstone au bord du fleuve Zambèze, sur la route nous découvrons un restaurant très agréable chez Socrates avec un patron super sympathique (d'ailleurs à notre retour nous y ferons une autre escale). Nous faisons notre première nuit dans le tente de toit après un superbe coucher de soleil, accompagné du grognement des hippos dans le fleuve.
Le lendemain départ de bonne heure, direction Kafue NP. En fait les départ seront toujours de bonne heure, lever entre 5h00 et 5h30 du matin et départ une heure plus tard. Kafue est un parc méconnu, il est essentiellement boisé, les animaux sont craintifs car peu habitués à la présence humaine. Nous avons traversé le parc du sud vers le nord et avons croisé la route de diverses antilopes. Aux abords du lac Itezhi-Tezhi, on trouve des plaines et une faune plus facile à observer.
Après Kafue, direction South Luangwa. Ce trajet nécessite de faire des étapes à Mumbwa et Petauke. Deux étapes agréables où nous avons trouvé des lodges (cela change un peu de la tente sur le toit de la voiture) à des prix abordables et rencontré des personnes accueillantes.
South Luangwa est pour ma part le plus beau parc de Zambie, la rivière est magnifique, les paysages superbes et on y trouve une grande diversité animale y compris bien sûr les grands fauves. Un conseil pour ceux qui comme nous ne sont pas accompagnés d'un guide, si vous restez plusieurs jours aux abords du parc, n'hésitez pas à faire un "game drive" et ainsi repérer les endroits où se trouvent les animaux, afin d'y retourner le lendemain avec votre propre véhicule. Bien sûr en saison sèche, il faut privilégier les points d'eau pour voir les animaux et aussi avoir de la chance. La population d'éléphant est en croissance et nous avons eu la chance de voir au petit matin la traversée de la Luangwa par un soixante d'éléphants répartis sur plusieurs groupe. South Luangwa est le point le plus à l'ouest de notre voyage, nous repartons vers l'est afin de nous rendre dans le Lower Zambezi.
Le Lower Zambezi est la partie Zambienne de Mana Pools coté Zimbabwe. C'est sur le Zambèze que nous avons fait une balade en bateau pour voir les éléphants, hippos, crocodiles et une multitude d'oiseaux qui vivent au bord de l'eau et sur les diverses îles du fleuve. Le coucher de soleil est là aussi magnifique.
Pour notre découverte du parc, nous avons longé les cours d'eau en parallèle du Zambèze surtout sur la partie ouest (voir notre trajet). Le Lower est le dernier parc que nous visitons, la dernière étape de notre circuit sera les chutes Victoria.
Victoria Falls ou Mosi-Oa-Tunya (la fumée qui gronde), ces chutes sont véritablement impressionnantes même pendant la saison sèche. Nous avons vu les chutes à partir des deux pays, en Zambie pour la perspective globale et le pont qui sert de frontière, au Zimbabwe pour être au plus prés des chutes les plus spectaculaires.
C'est la fin de notre voyage, qui malgré l'explosion d'une roue sur la route aura été sans problèmes majeurs. La Zambie, un bien beau pays qui nous projette dans une nature sauvage et encore préservée.
I’d been wanting to discover Sulawesi for years. But then life happened—COVID, the cost of flight tickets, you name it. Long story short, years went by, but we finally set off as a family for a three-week trip in southern Sulawesi: Rammang Rammang, Rantepao, Sengkang, Bira, and Selayar.
I like to spend a good amount of time in the places I visit, giving myself the chance to really get to know the area and meet locals. So no island-hopping this time—just the south. But when I say "just," it’s not restrictive at all, given how rich this island is in landscapes, little encounters, and magical moments.
Wednesday 07/08 - Thursday 07/09:
We left Montpellier for what was supposed to be five flights, though we only took four to start, landing in Jakarta.
We picked up our luggage there to catch a flight to Makassar the next day. That’s the only way we could get an affordable ticket (702 €).
I won’t bore you with the flight details—there’s not much to say. We arrived at 7 PM and considered heading straight to Makassar that evening. But we opted for a recovery night before taking off again. Good thing we did, because my son’s suitcase was missing...
First contact with the locals was a bit stressful—a trip without your luggage isn’t exactly fun. But right away, a woman reassured us: the suitcase was just enjoying some extra time in Singapore. Maybe it was doing some last-minute shopping. Anyway, nothing serious—it was supposed to arrive at 9 AM the next day. That gave us some breathing room since our flight wasn’t until noon.
So off we went to our hotel (Days Hotel & Suites) near the airport. It was cheap (40 € for three rooms—my kids are older and need their space), but it wasn’t worth much more. The place had definitely seen better days. But no big deal—we were only there for the night, and... we got to watch France beat Morocco in the World Cup live at 3 AM. That’s what really mattered!
Friday 07/10: In search of the lost suitcase
First challenge of the morning: finding our missing suitcase. They sent us to the airport basement, to the staff entrance. We were greeted with smiles, and an airport employee led me through the underground corridors back to the baggage claim. Right on time at 9 AM, the suitcase arrived, just like they’d promised. We were finally complete!
Off we went to change terminals, grab a well-deserved meal, and board our fifth flight to Makassar.
Little side note: I struggled for a while trying to book domestic flights directly on the airlines’ websites with no luck. Without meaning to advertise (though I guess I am a little), I realized it’d be easier to use sites like tiket.com or Traveloka. That turned out to be a great choice—I even ended up booking hotels through them later in the trip.
12:40 PM: We were on our way to Makassar. First good news: we were the only tourists. Well, the only European tourists on the flight, anyway.
No, you’re not dreaming—the bag is full of... potato chip packets.
To each their own souvenirs, I guess...
When we arrived in Makassar, a driver was waiting to take us straight to Rammang Rammang: 250,000 IDR (12 €) to our guesthouse (Rammang Rammang House). Forget about meeting people on the bus—we were headed straight to the first stop of our trip, and it was already stunning.
My kids’ guesthouse:
Ours:
View of the little lake:
But not everything is straightforward around here.
I wanted to get a local SIM card for internet and calls. I found them expensive at Jakarta’s airport (20 € for 20 GB), so I decided to wait. Well, no luck in Rammang Rammang either. You can’t just buy one from the local shop—you need a Telkomsat store (they have the best coverage). So we’d have to wait for Rantepao to get Wi-Fi... When I say "local shop," I mean the little shack around the corner. No big deal—we’d find one easily in Rantepao for 5 € and 25 GB. So there we were, offline, just the four of us enjoying the amazing view.
Saturday 07/11: Rammang Rammang
We woke up early to the sound of wedding music blasting through the village (everyone’s invited!). Off we went to explore the area.
A little walking, a little boat ride (shared with a French tourist and a Polish one—yes, there *are* tourists here, just not many; 750,000 IDR for up to 8 people) through a lovely canal, and we discovered the karst site. It was peaceful and beautiful.
The river:
The karst site:
Okay, Palermo—we know it. We go there to marvel at the architectural wonders born from the Arab-Norman-Byzantine-Gothic mix. And rightly so. We also go to treat our taste buds to all kinds of delights, both savory and sweet. Again, rightly so. We go to succumb to the charms of Palermo’s women, their sun-kissed skin glowing with golden highlights. Still, rightly so. And all while fantasizing about a mafia we’ll never actually see. Anyway.
But you’ll also find street art everywhere, even in the historic center. Sometimes, you just need to step a few meters away from the main tourist highways like Cassaro, Via Maqueda, or the main arteries of the Ballarò, Capo, or Vucciria markets to stumble upon some amazing murals. Duck into one or two slightly grimy alleys, weaving past trash and crumbling walls, and you’ll find real gems.
For example, just 50 meters south of the main artery of the Mercato del Capo, there’s a great spot with dozens of murals in a tiny neighborhood of run-down mini-houses. You’ll find plenty more south of the Mercato di Ballarò, in the Albergheria (the grittier side, not the one near Cassaro). There’s some in Ballarò itself too, but it’s hard to spot when the market’s in full swing with stalls everywhere. La Kalsa isn’t left out either, nor is Vucciria—just step away from the restaurant-packed streets.
Here are a few examples that really caught my eye.
(In the heart of Albergheria, on a street every visitor walks down—lovely message from an unidentified artist)
We all have two lives. And the second one kicks off the day you realize you only have one, with the determination to spend the time you have left on what truly adds sparkle to your life, Kevin! I like to elegantly introduce a trip with a philosophical quote. First, it gives you the illusion that I’m some kind of deep thinker, and second, it lets me fill up the first few lines of my blank page when I don’t know how to tell you I’m diving back into what really lights up my life: another adventure beyond the horizon! And nearly every other year, like a toxic relationship, my horizon tends to take shape in Uncle Sam’s backyard. And this, despite his cousin Donald calling the shots. Speaking of which, it was partly that impulsive guy who pushed us to be just as impulsive and snag our four flight tickets at a ridiculously low price—a direct result of foreign tourism taking a hit from BetaMax’s repeated antics... Four tickets? Who are the other lucky ones? In this case, our lucky ones are actually lucky ladies: My Flo, always up for exploring the world with me on foot, camelback, or scooter, is obviously in on the fun. The other two seats went to our daughters, Sasha and Luna, both thrilled to be part of this new American adventure...
But what’s the American West like in February?... A gamble. Let’s call it Russian roulette since we’re not landing during peak weather season. That’s why we encouraged our transportation and accommodation to get cozy and produce a little camper van, so we can stay ultra-flexible in the face of any weather tantrums. We’ll be roaming in Kara the van with the motto "Follow the sun!" Bad weather? We bolt. Snow? We speed up. Sunny? We act like it was the plan all along and soak it up.
"Okay, but why keep coming back to the same corner of the globe? After ten American adventures, you must be tired of seeing the same things, right?" But I’m not crazy, you know!... The American West is like making love to your gorgeous wife over and over, always enjoying it just as much. And contrary to what you might think, the American West isn’t just the Grand Canyon, Monument Valley, Las Vegas, and Bryce Canyon. Proof is, after ten trips to the U.S., my retinas are still untouched by three-quarters of the places I scribbled on a napkin for this adventure... Oh, and add to that my wife, who I’ve easily converted to my religion, and boom... relapse is even easier! Because yes, we’ve landed in Los Angeles after a sunny flight over Greenland, still under Danish flag for now. And we’re already heading east through the XXL traffic of L.A.’s eight-lane highways, eager to dive into our first discoveries. But first, night is taking over the sky, and second, we’ve been officially awake for 24 hours, so I suggest wrapping up this intro. I’ll tell you more tomorrow morning. Sound good?
When we started looking for a summer destination a few months ago, our first criterion was to avoid extreme heat and heatwaves. We had already been to Norway two years ago and are considering going back in the future for other occasions. So, we had some fun asking ChatGPT which destinations enjoyed a mild climate during the summer without going too far. Among the list provided by the AI were the Canary Islands... The idea of a place we wouldn’t have thought of first, both not too far away and exotic enough, appealed to us: “Hmm, why not?”
This destination had never really attracted me, though Magali was a bit more interested. Five years earlier, COVID had caused a short break in my professional activity, and I had planned a trip because the flight price was attractive, and I was looking for a destination different from what usually appeals to me, more than out of deep interest. From a distance and with a social judgment I acknowledge (it’s not great, but it’s not completely wrong), I had the image of a destination for party-goers enjoying the sun without the slightest interest in local culture, with concrete coastlines and denatured landscapes—everything I detest the most. Still, I had done some quick research on the different islands and spotted Lanzarote for its beautiful volcanic landscapes, hiking trails, beaches, and the impression of a good balance between activity and fewer crowds than Tenerife or Gran Canaria. Then I dropped the idea of going, without ever reconsidering traveling to the Canaries...
Until now! Because we started researching the different islands of the archipelago to see which ones might appeal to us the most. It was La Gomera, the third smallest island of the archipelago, more praised for its hiking trails and preserved nature than for its beaches, away from mass tourism (fifty times fewer tourists than Tenerife) but still a bit more developed than its wild neighbor El Hierro, that caught our attention. Contrary to what might be suggested later, I’m not at all addicted to AI, but I use it from time to time to synthesize quick research or simply for experimentation. Since ChatGPT had started anticipating my tastes lately as if it had become my buddy (often successfully, sometimes off the mark), I asked which Canary Island would suit me best for a trip with my family. The tool answered first with... La Gomera. So, I tested it and teased it a bit to see if this suggestion was well-founded, as the method sometimes makes it contradict itself. But no luck: “You’d appreciate the wild nature of El Hierro, but with family, you’ll find little activity for the kids. You won’t like the touristy vibe of the big islands like Tenerife, Gran Canaria, Lanzarote, and Fuerteventura. You could consider La Palma, but it’s really La Gomera that will suit you best, based on your interests and the criteria given.” So, we dug deeper into our research and were convinced without a shadow of a doubt that this island was the one waiting for us.
Without knowing it, we had Canarians in our circle who revealed their origins when they heard about our travel plans. One from Tenerife insisted we’d be better off choosing Tenerife (obviously...) because it also has preserved spots and that La Gomera, “you can explore it in two or three days, you’ll get bored quickly...” The other, a colleague from Gran Canaria who had never visited La Gomera, still recommended it without hesitation because it turned out her parents had just gone there on vacation: they loved it and had encountered few tourists. She also tended to think this destination was usually the subject of short stays, but according to what her parents told her, taking your time there was also a great idea. However, in our research, the idea that La Gomera is an island you can explore in three or four days max kept coming up. So, we considered combining its visit with La Palma or El Hierro, the other two that caught our eye. But hopping between islands by ferry represents a significant budget for non-Canarians, even more so for a family of four. Then, scrutinizing Google Maps, it seemed obvious that two weeks were too short to discover two islands as they deserve, and that there seemed to be plenty to see in La Gomera, given its very unique culture. After all, we read that some people spend several months a year there, others never even leave... Finally, these landscapes and this atmosphere, which seemed to us a mix of Europe, North Africa, and Latin America, tempted us. So, it would be two weeks in La Gomera, deal!
La Gomera is therefore the second... well, the third smallest island of the Canaries since La Graciosa was recently recognized as a fully inhabited island. It has the shape of a rough circle about 20 to 25 kilometers in diameter and has just over 20,000 inhabitants, half of them in its capital, San Sebastián de la Gomera, the only real town. Like its Canarian sisters, La Gomera is a volcanic formation that rose about 10 million years ago. The island is very mountainous and rugged, covered with red and black rocky landscapes. Geological activity has shaped, between the sprawling massifs that end in steep cliffs in the ocean, six coastal valleys with tropical vegetation that have favored human settlement. They divide the island like slices of a cake; from the north clockwise: the agricultural Vallehermoso, the rustic Agulo, the green, humid, and fertile Hermigua, the sunny capital San Sebastián de la Gomera, the southern and isolated Alajeró-Santiago, and the seaside Valle Gran Rey. They constitute the six municipalities (more like cantons to our French understanding) of the territory.
The large solidified magma massifs that shape the heart of the island have created a large depression more protected from the sun at its center, allowing the growth of a vast laurel forest, today grouped within the Garajonay National Park, La Gomera’s green lung, which has earned it the status of a World Biosphere Reserve. Its completely European appearance contrasts sharply with the rocky and tropical landscapes of the rest of the island. Thus, the climate varies greatly from one point to another on the island: in summer, you can quickly go from a dry and sunny valley at 35°C to a humid forest area at altitude at 18°C.
La Gomera was populated late. As with the rest of the Canaries, human presence is thought to have begun about 2,000 years ago. Groups of animist Berbers, probably fleeing persecution, gradually populated the archipelago, especially the western islands and La Gomera, becoming its small aboriginal population: the Guanches (or later Gomeros). The animist and pastoral civilization of the Guanches thrived until the Spanish takeover in the 15th century, which, after a short period of harmony and mixing with the indigenous people, suddenly ended in bloodshed... La Gomera later became the “Columbus Island” after Christopher Columbus’s stopover, increasing the blending of populations. In the 20th century, many Gomeros emigrated to Cuba and other Latin American countries in search of a better life, bringing back a mix of cultures and traits quite palpable in today’s Gomeran culture. It is, however, in La Gomera that the vestiges of Guanche culture seem to have left the most traces, in the language, gastronomy, social practices... Moreover, most Gomeros, especially in remote villages, have a particular identifiable type and proudly claim their ancestral roots, even making La Gomera a bit exotic in the eyes of other Canarians.
Perhaps that’s why it has never really wanted to develop its tourist infrastructure too much. If we set aside the tourists who visit for the day by bus or boat from Tenerife on a marked itinerary (and whom we ultimately rarely encounter), La Gomera has remained a hidden gem, a destination focused on nature discovery that attracts hikers, nature-loving divers, and scientists for its fauna and flora, and to a lesser extent, beachgoers who don’t seek overly developed coastlines. Tourist activity is therefore limited. Roughly speaking, you’ll find a majority of Spaniards, including a substantial number of residents from other Canary Islands, many Germans who have a particular fondness for La Gomera and spend long stays there or own second homes, to the point that the German cultural footprint is clearly noticeable in some places (it’s said to be Angela Merkel’s favorite holiday spot), and still quite a few French. The presence of other nationalities seemed negligible to us. Most travelers come mainly for hiking, but it’s also a prime spot for whale watching. Additionally, the seaside resorts of La Gomera—San Sebastián, Santiago, and especially Valle Gran Rey—are well-known destinations for hippies, especially German ones, ranging from chic boho hippies to old-school hippies who’ve been there for decades, quite similar to those you’d meet in India in Goa, Rishikesh, or Paharganj. Thus, practices like naturism, vegetarianism, and local organic production are quite well established in some areas.
Some practical info:
- The round-trip flight from Paris to Tenerife cost us 365 € per person (outbound with Transavia, return with EasyJet), including checked luggage and three seats reserved side by side.
- We chose two bases to explore the island: one week in Valle Gran Rey, reputed to be the most pleasant of the three seaside resorts, and one week in Hermigua, more mountainous and close to the natural park. We booked two houses with balconies and views: the first at 120 € per night, the second at 99 €.
- The round-trip ferry between Tenerife and La Gomera cost us 270 € with the company Baleària Canarias, including discounts for children aged 4 and 12, but I don’t have the exact details. It was a bit cheaper than with the other company, Fred Olsen.
- Finally, we rented a car through the agency Cicar for 360 € for 16 days, which comes to 22.50 € per day.
- Apart from that, we didn’t plan anything and decided the day before or even the morning of what we wanted to do. We didn’t invest in any paper guide on the Canaries, as information on La Gomera was scarce, but we used the very comprehensive site La Gomera Travel, a travel guide published by the Canary Islands Tourism Council, a real goldmine of almost exhaustive information on the island.
Alright, off we go for 16 days of adventure discovering La Gomera!
This travel journal aims to help future travelers (well, I hope so!), since there’s so little information available about this remote archipelago. Big thanks to Lolodesiles and Ayis for answering my questions while I planned this trip!
Context
This is our fourth trip to Indonesia as a couple—after Java-Bali in 2011, Flores-Komodo in 2013, and Sulawesi in 2016—each time for three weeks. It’s also our tenth trip to Southeast Asia overall.
We’re traveling like we have in previous years: with a rough itinerary that often changes based on who we meet, tips from other travelers, how tired we are, or what we’re feeling in the moment. In the Moluccas, it’ll change constantly, mostly depending on transportation.
Our only accommodation booking: the first few nights in Ambon when we arrive.
Planned route (to be refined on the spot): Ambon - Banda Islands - Lease Islands - Ternate - Tidore - Halmahera (between Sofifi and Tobelo) - Morotai and the neighboring unnamed archipelago.
Flights: Lyon-Paris-Singapore on Air France (428 € round-trip), with good meals, champagne, and wine (we like our little comforts when going on vacation 😏). Then Singapore-Jakarta-Ambon on Air Asia and Garuda.
Return flight: Ternate-Jakarta-Singapore on Lion Air, with a 3-day stopover in Singapore before heading home.
Episode 1: Ambon to Banda
Our guesthouse, booked two days before departure, is 45 minutes from Ambon Airport, near Natsepa Beach (northeast of Leihitu). It’s a pretty average beach—quiet on weekdays but packed on Sundays (we saw the difference). It’s lined with warungs.
This rainy day helps us readjust to the atmosphere of this country we love so much.
Our “Solim Guesthouse” is a lovely house with a living/dining room and garden, costing 15 € per night for two, including a hearty breakfast.
Dinner is at Gaba Gaba, a great restaurant just a short walk away, right by the water, recommended by our host. Fun fact: it’s in the Lonely Planet, and it might be the only LP-listed spot in the Moluccas that actually matches the description (the others either don’t exist or have nothing to do with what’s advertised 😠).
For the next two days, the super-friendly owner lends us his scooter. We set off to explore the coastal villages in northern Leihitu (the western part of Ambon Island, which has a weird shape).
Laundry and trucks washed in the same stream.
Liang Beach, described as the island’s most beautiful, is almost gone (climate change or something else?), but the colors are magical.
We continue 25 km toward a snorkeling spot our host recommended, taking a gorgeous, deserted little road through tiny villages in clove plantations (oh, those unforgettable scents!), stunning coves, and dense forest.
We’re greeted dozens of times with “Hello Mister”—a daily routine in the Moluccas. Every time we stop, we pose for photos to be saved on locals’ smartphones. They don’t see tourists often.
We ask for directions to the snorkeling spot (not easy—we only know basic Indonesian like *Selamat pagi*, *siang*, *sore*, and other polite phrases). Not many people know where it is (especially since we never know which village we’re in), but we eventually reach a small village that seems to be the right place. 🙂
We ask a local to take us there by boat (it’s not reachable by land).
The spot is at most 100 meters long, but the coral is in good condition (apparently not dynamited by fishermen, unlike in other parts of this beautiful country where fishing methods are destructive and nature pays the price 😠). The fish are plentiful and diverse. It’s a great start before heading to Banda. We’re happy to have the place to ourselves… though we don’t yet realize we won’t see a single tourist for the rest of the trip!
After two days of rest, we head to Tulehu Port in the morning, aiming for the Banda Islands. We know the journey is often tricky: the Pelni ferry runs twice a month but doesn’t match our dates, the 10-seat Suzi Air plane is always full (you can’t book—you have to show up on Mondays and Fridays), and it’s often canceled due to weather. So we opt for the Tuesday speedboat (which also gets canceled if there are waves or wind), with the next one on Saturday.
We’re used to Indonesian ports—crowded, rusty boats, no English speakers—but we still feel lost. When I ask about the speedboat to Bandaneira, people gesture wildly, someone takes me to the “harbor office,” then tells me there’s no boat, others try to sell me tickets, and some just say, “No boat.”
Luckily, an English-speaking local approaches us and confirms the speedboat is broken. The next one will be Saturday *if* it’s fixed—otherwise, even later. 🤪 😠
We’re crushed. We came here for the Banda Islands… 🙁
We decide waiting five days for a maybe-boat isn’t an option, so we decide to head straight to North Moluccas, which was planned for later. We’re so disappointed we don’t even want to stay in the area. The Lease Islands don’t appeal to us despite what we’ve read, and Seram would deserve its own trip with its remote mountain tribes.
Huge disappointment—we’d been dreaming of Banda for months, with its incredible drop-offs like Bunaken, its islands covered in nutmeg trees, etc. I’d read that Banda is in the world’s top 5, alongside Bunaken (amazing—we went in 2016), Komodo (incredible—we went in 2013), Sipadan, and another spot I’ve forgotten.
We take a taxi back to Ambon (45 minutes) to a travel agency to buy plane tickets to Ternate. There’s a daily ATR72 flight at noon—perfect timing.
Ambon is the capital of South Moluccas (or Central, depending on who you ask!) with 300,000 people. The city doesn’t seem unpleasant, but we don’t stop.
On the plane, there are only about ten passengers for 72 seats. The flight attendants are stunning, as always with Wings Air—clearly, they’re hired for their looks. 😊
Stopover in Bacan—a runway in the middle of coconut trees serving a tiny town—then we fly over countless volcanoes, the last one towering over Ternate.
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.
Preamble:
Africa was calling to me, so a year ago, with our usual travel companions, we decided to return to the continent we love so much.
Where to go?
Uganda quickly caught our attention—wildlife we’re used to seeing, plus gorillas and the shoebill we missed in Zambia.
We got in touch with Paul, who’s been mentioned several times on the forum back in September, booked our flight tickets, secured the gorilla permits, and by early October, the most important things were done.
We still had plenty of time to hold our "prep meetings" for the final itinerary.
Three days before departure, I sprained my ankle (my weak spot, as you’ll recall from our Colombia trip).
I wasn’t in great spirits, but after a year of waiting, nothing was going to stop me.
We’d see how it goes!
Off we went for our new adventures
Bonjour,
De retour sur le forum - et première rédaction d'un espèce de carnet de retour de notre 4ème voyage en Indo.
Contexte : une trentaine de jours, en scooter et en duo, sur Florès (et une petite incursion dans l'archipel de Solor, plus précisément à Lembata (chut, faut pas trop en parler !!!), qui donne envie d'en faire beaucoup plus là bas malgré les infrastructures sporadiques), en partie dans des destinations déjà bien connues du forum (la classique Ruteng / Bajawa / Riung / Moni voir baie de Maumere) ... et qui ne parlera pas du PN de Komodo ou de Wae Rebo, puisque nous n'y sommes pas allés 🏴☠️.
Texte en anglais (issu d'une autre plateforme). Sans nul doute, des traducteurs intelligents ou pas marcheront à merveille en cas d'anglophobie 🤪.
Disponible à toute fin utile pour des détails ou infos.
Equippement : Yam' Nmax 155 ; 2x saccoches cavalières (25L) + sac de selle (30L) + saccoche tunnel (15L pour le matos photo) ; casques et vêtements d'enduro amenés depuis la France.
Itinéraire : boucle depuis Labuan bajo jusqu'à Pulau Lembata ; juillet-août 2026
Road conditions graded from A (excellent) to D (very bad, at least for a Scooter… a CRF/KLX or even honda ADV would do better on that)
D1 : Labuan Bajo – Reok via Ranggoe, Rego & Tagol (130km ; 5hrs). Section LBajo – Rego (90 km ; B) is quite good tarmac, despite a lot of elevation with many small valleys and passes. Rego – Tagol (10km ; D) is a stone road (not gravel), some ascents & very poor condition ; necessary to lower tyre pressure. Tagol – Reok port (22km, quality depends considerably from D to B). Reok port – Towncenter : B. Night @Iffah Homestay (100k for fan room, mandi attached, no breakfast), simple but clean. Notes : path to danau Sano Limbung was closed ; access to Tiwu Pai & Wae Kuli (waterfalls) not permitted in july 2026.
D2 : Reok – Riung via Pota (105km ; 3h-3h30). The road is very narrow in some part, thanks to the uncut bushes (lowering visibility hence extra caution as animals/people can suddenly appear in a turn…) but generally good condition except many eroded sections and some unpaved ones. Grade C/B. 2 nights @Mentos (285k for AC room)
D3 : Boat tour in Riung (booked directly with a captain, 800k for two for private boat incl. lunch and NP fees) + sunset from Watu Mitong Riung (should not be missed).
D4 : Riung – Muku Saki via Mbay (around 100km ; 3h30). Quality varies from A in the vicinity of Mbay to eroded sections (C) in secluded places. Night @Sao Paolo Homestay (250k for fan room with mandi, maybe overpriced but nice house and great food). Note : if you happen to pass by Mbay on Saturday, the market is well worth a stop (cheapest Ikat on the trip : you’ll be asked normal prices providing you’re OK in Bahasa…)
D5 : Muku Saki – Tanjung Kajuwulu (near Ndete) (90km, 3h). Many patholes, eroded (C). Night at Déjà Vu Homestay (220k for a matress on the floor & outside mandi/toilets ; I woud define this as a tourist trap – the quote we had for food was double priced too…)
D6 : Tanjung Kajuwulu – Waiterang (east of Maumere, 55km , 1h30). Pathholes till maumere, then All good (TransFlores), C/A. Night at Sunset Cottage (new concrete room, very serene place ; 270k for AC with bathroom ; much prefered Sunset over Lena House (more customers, more built up).
D7 : Waiterang – Larantuka via Boru and Eputobi (TransFlores ; grade A ; 115km / 2h40). Particularly liked the drink stalls (marked as Rest Area Eputobi) and the out of order aquatic park just before Larantuka (obyej wisata waiplatin). Night @ Dewy Onong Homestay, which is not advertising itself as Larantuka Beach Homestay as some contributor signals here and on goole maps review. Best breakfast of the trip (Cumi Cumi !!!) ; 275k for AC room with bathroom.
D8 : Local Boat (Kapal Kayu) from the main port to Lembata (Lewoleba). Departure 8am ; price 60k/head + 50k for the bike. Stop enroute on Adonara (where we did not stop due to fights between communities). Night @Elmany Homestay (275k for AC room with bathroom, fan room with shared bathroom also available). Whole afternoon at Pantai Hadakewa, fantastic place (good snorkeling, great views of Ile Api aka Gn Lewotolo). Road condition : A (did not expect the TransLembata to be that good…).
D9 : Loop around Ile Api (50km, 2hrs), anticlockwise. Stops enroute at Situs Tulang Paus (whale squeletton), pantai Jotona, pantai Wena (we expected to snorkel from there, but wind was very strong that day), situs Watu Nale, Selat Sonia. The western coast is far less interesting. Road conditions : bad (C) on the eastern side (up to Riangbeda), good (B/A) afterwards. Night @Elmany Homestay.
D10 : Lewoleba – Lamalera via the western and south coast (70km, 2h30). Good road (B) for roughly the first 55km (up to Tapobali), then eroded track for the last 15km (in some parts steep and dangerous) up to Lamalera (D/C). Notes : 1/ Kuma resort denied us the entry for some drink ; 2/Pantai Waijarang « complex » is abandonned but closed with fences ; you can still sneak in ; 3/ some reports advise to skip Bukit Cinta (foreigner entry fee) for Bukit Doa Watomiten (stations of the cross) ; well Bukit Cinta has also been abandonned (well spent money…sic) but remains opened with structures falling (quickly) appart. Night @Lamalera Inn (200k per head including meals ; very basic fan room + attached mandi). Planned 2 nights, spent only one, as it’s the only tenant I had difficulties with (only interested in money, initially stated crazy prices, starts loud music at 6am … and drinking moke at 8am…)
D11 : Trip to Wulandoni for the Barter Market (Saturday only). Bad road (C) along the coast. Had to report at the Kantor upon arrival, which quite surprisingly asked 100k per person (foreigner) to go inside the (outside) market. Other « local » tourists (a group from Jakarta) were not asked to pay. Well, since a market is a public space and not a zoo, we refused payment and enjoyed the activity from the kopi stall next to it. Returned then to Lamalera for the catches of the day, then to Lewoleba via the mountain road (45km, 2 hours). First 10km to Puor is in very bad condition and uphill (D/C). The remaining is on a newly constructed road (A). Note : Air Panas Sabutobo is abandonned and falling apart (again…) but there are still some water pipes along the river that you can enjoy (depending how lucky you are, just with the forest sounds as companion). Night @Elmany Homestay
D12 : Chill day alond the northern coast (Batu Payung, Pantai Hadakewa with lot of snorkeling, drove till Wailolong and backtracked to Pantai Lewolein for more snorkeling (nice canyons there !) and another fantastic sunset over Ile Api (see GMaps pictures)). Night @Elmany Homestay
D13 : Monday weekly market at Pada, southwest of Lewoleba. Renowned but honnestly dont plan any itinerary specifically for it, just an ordinary Kampung weekly market. Returned to Larantuka and Flores with the 12pm local boat (the same boat that leaves from Larantuka at 8am). Same prices as the first leg. Night @ Dewy Onong Homestay
D14 : Larantuka – Waiterang along the northern coast (100km, 3h) via Pantai Kawaliwu, Tewuk Lewokluok (trail is easy to find, very nice snorkelling in a lagoon), Pantai Lato (to my opinion the most beautiful beach on Flores and you’ll be the only visitor, as opposed to Pantai Koka) and Pantai Hia, until rejoining the TransFlores near Nebe. Grade C on the costal eroded road / track. 3 nights @Lena Guesthouse (booked ahead as it fills up quickly, but we prefered its neighbour Sunset Beach Guesthouse)
D15 : Snorkeling trip organised by Lena Guesthouse (200k per head excluding NP fees and lunch)). The drop-off near Pulau Babi is a very nice spot.
D16 : scooter day trip around the Egon Range (too lazy to hike it…), through nice Sikka villages (route : Watublapi, Umauta, Bola, pantai Doreng, Nakatoli, foot of Gn Egon, Air panas Blidit). The track from Natakoli to the foot of Gn Egon is very steep, damaged and wet (with moss) ; I would recommend not to attempt that in case of bad weather.
D17 : Waiterang – Moni (130km, 3h30, transflores grade A/B) via Pantai Koka (refused to pay the mafia entry fee…) and Jopu (some rumah Adat Lio). Stopped at Museum Bikon Blewut, south of Maumere. Very nice artefacts (especially wooden statues from Papuan, great ikat collection) although very disorganized and sadly non-visited (hence masterpieces fall into oblivion). 2 Nights @Liahz Lodge (150k for fan room, basic bathroom… but right next to Air Panas Liasembe (free, no closing time) !!!).
D18 : Sunrise from Kelimutu with a nice weather (stayed until 8.30am). I don’t know if the sunrise is really worth it (lot of people ascending and watching the sunrise – a lot but nothing compared to e.g. Gn Bromo), nearly everyone going down around 7am, then there is virtually nobody. Trip (20km one way, good road B) to Kampung Adat Nggela (Lio). Although the village is habited and mostly out of the beaten path, I have mixed fillings due to the fact that most ladies (some are pushy) try to sell you (bad) pieces of ikat.
D19 : Moni – Ende via Detusoko paddy fields, Kampung Adat Saga (Lio) and Puncak Ndona ; 75km 2h30. We really liked Saga (nice setting on the mountain, friendly villagers, no selling, mix between traditional and more modern houses in that lively village). Sunset from Bukit Raja, on the peninsula with a 360 view on Gn Iya, Gn Meja Kota Ende and the mountains behind. Note : at the end of the road (search for Gunung Meja Tourist Info Center), there is a (sand) track leading to the path. 1/ only intend the track if you have off road driving experience ; 2/ dont trust the walking time stated by Maps.me. Took us 45mins on a steady pace to reach the summit. Night @Hoja Homestay, 300k for a comfortable AC room with bathroom.
D20 : Ende – Bajawa, via Air Panas Mengeruda ; grade A, 120km, 3 hours. Note : don’t plan to short in Mengeruda (Soa), very easy to spend a half day there, especially if playing with local kids. Stay @Cinnamon GH, 250k for double with fan and hot shower (cheaper options with shared hot shower availlable).
D21 : First day in Bajawa : Watu Nari Wowo (Avatar Hill, sic…), Kampung Adat Ngada Tololela & Gurusina (very very friendly people, complementary views of Gn Inerie & Wolo Deru). Sunset from Puncak Manulalu (well… Heaven’s door Bar & Restaurant)
D22 : Second day in Bajawa : Kampung Adat Ngio (hardly visited, best view on Gn Inerie), Air Panas Malanage, Kampung Adat Bena (the most visited Ngada village (after Bela ?) in the area, we went there at the end of the afternoon to avoid tours, early morning would be fine too), and Gunung Wolobobo for a terrific sunset
D23 : returned to Gunung Wolobobo for sunrise with Gn Ebulobo in the distance (search for a track on the eastern slope, near the communication antenna). You can circuit the rim to the usual viewpoint (westside, sunset spot), the path is easy to find. Then took again the road to Aimere, visiting Kampung Adat Belaraghi enroute (the setting is maybe less rewarding than all the previous villages). 56km ; 1h30. The road to Belaraghi is fine, except the final part.
D24 : Aimere – Ruteng (105km, 3h30). Nice detour by the paddy fields of Wodo (southwest of Golo Loni) of Sunset from Golo Curu (nice encounters with locals). Night @Tange GH, 130k for room with outside (private) bathroom, no breakfast.
D25 : Surroundings of Ruteng (paddy fields north and east of ruteng ; Maps.me has funny tracks starting from Kenda), and the rather pleasant city itself (pasar, churches, lapangan). We finally skipped Liang Bua.
D26 : Ruteng - Labuan Bajo (130km, 3h30). No visits of the waterfalls close to the TransFlores (entry fee (with bule prices) + mandatory guide etc…). Sunset from Bukit Hercadi with very few locals (Bukit Sylvia & Bukit Amelia, just south, were packed). 2 nights @Wellamas Homestay, away from the harbour and its advantages/disadvantages. 230k for comfortable AC room with hot shower.
D27 : New road to Golo Mori Convention Center (another big money well spent…), with nice views on the strait separating Flores from Pulau Rinca. Some empty beaches (e.g. Pantai Pasir Pajang ; we were there on a weekday perhaps frequented by people from LBajo only). 30km (40 mins) one way, perhaps the fastest road of Flores…
D28 : Morning on the peninsula north of Labuan Bajo before taking a flight to Jakarta in the afternoon. On Google maps, the asphalt road only goes to Teras Langit ; it now (august 2026) continues to Puncak Basok and is still in progress towards the eastern part of the peninsula. On the way back, two other nice Bukit where you can enjoy nice views on the bay (and the resorts…) : Bukit Lontar & Bukit Beta. Note : we only found one public (and nice and quiet) beach in the area ; tagged as Sunset Point Beach on Gmaps. All the rest was closed by fences ; they are privately owned (although the Indonesian consitution grants the coastline as public space).
We're a family of five: one dad, one mom, and three kids aged 10, 15, and 18.
Before diving into each stop in more detail, here are a few general thoughts:
We wanted to sample a bit of everything Japan has to offer in terms of landscapes, accommodation, and transport. We were after walks, temples, restaurants, shopping, and some downtime—but no "all-inclusive experiences" or museums for this first visit.
Three medium-sized (60x42x25) canvas suitcases, plus a duffel bag and a few small backpacks. 23 kg in the hold on the way out, 60 kg on the way back. 36 kg of shopping, without even trying. I think this is the maximum suitcase size if you don’t want to stress on the Shinkansen: they fit easily in the overhead racks.
Round-trip with Cathay Pacific, layover in Hong Kong: no need to collect luggage in Hong Kong—we checked it in at departure and picked it up in Tokyo, and the same on the way back (checked in Osaka, picked up at our final destination). This let us explore Hong Kong without worrying about our bags. Food and entertainment were pretty good—meals included a little Häagen-Dazs on each flight, and the entertainment had way more Asian cinema than you’d find on a Western airline, which was a nice way to see how much weight Western culture carries in Asia.
The original plan was to fly directly from Ishigaki to Hong Kong, but due to Typhoon Dolphin, we had to cancel the Ishigaki leg. Cathay didn’t bat an eye about swapping the Ishigaki-HK flight for an Osaka-HK one, even though it was twice as long.
We were a bit too attached to the idea of ending the trip with some beach time and replaced Ishigaki with Shirahama. It was a mistake—we should’ve visited Hiroshima or spent a little more time in Tokyo instead.
Last February, I made a trip using "public transport" from France to southern Senegal via Spain, Morocco, Western Sahara, and Mauritania.
It’s a journey of about 5,000 km, where I took trains (as far as Marrakech), ferries (to cross Gibraltar and then to reach Casamance from Dakar), and mostly buses on the long desert straightaways. I hadn’t planned any stops in advance or booked any hotels, except for the very first train to Spain, which left plenty of room for the unexpected.
Why travel by land and sea? In recent years, flight-free travel has been gaining popularity. On social media, posts explaining how to cross Europe by train as quickly as possible go viral. Traveling without flying—and making sure people know about it—has become a great way to earn a badge of eco-responsibility: an essential totem for anyone wanting to prove both their dedication to the ecological cause and the wisdom of slow travel.
I haven’t flown in years, and this journey to West Africa could easily be filed under "responsible travel." But it wouldn’t be honest to say that: in reality, it wasn’t really my aversion to flying that motivated this long trek. I see overland travel primarily as a way to experience the world’s geography at a grounded, earthly pace—the pace of the locals. Besides, I’ll be flying back, which disqualifies any claim to being a model of sustainability.
So no eco-badge, and no adventurer’s badge either: you won’t find any heroic tales of camel rides in lost lands or mineral train wagons in this account (popular with influencers, the Mauritania iron ore train now attracts tourists from all over the world, turning "the experience" into something you "have to do at least once in your life"). This five-part story, written on the road, has no other ambition than to recount a journey through places and people, and to share the thoughts they inspire in me. As simply and, I hope, as humbly as possible.
I’m posting the episodes here, which you can also find on my blog (with more photos) at the following links:
Episode 1: Spain, from Avignon to Algeciras
Episode 2: Morocco, from Tangier to Tarfaya
Episode 3: Western Sahara, from Tarfaya to Guerguerat
Episode 4: Mauritania, from Guerguerat to Nouakchott
Episode 5: Senegal, from Rosso to Saloulou
To help those who might want to make the same trip, I’ve also put together a summary of the route with recommendations—you can read it at the end of the story and on the blog:
From France to Senegal Without Flying: Route and Itinerary Recommendations
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...
Hello and welcome aboard this new travel journal!
We’re heading off to Ireland together—a country I’ve wanted to explore for a very long time.
The moment has finally arrived.
We’ll be traveling as a family—my wife, my husband, and our 7-year-old daughter.
Here’s our itinerary:
24/07: Flight from Marseille to Dublin, overnight in Dublin
25/07: Dublin, overnight in Dublin
26/07: Dublin, overnight in Dublin
27/07: Pick up rental car, drive to Dingle, overnight near Tralee on the peninsula
28/07: Visit the Ring of Kerry
29/07: Adare, Bunratty Castle, Galway, overnight in Outheragh, near Galway
30/07: Cliffs of Moher, overnight in Outheragh
31/07: Connemara, overnight in Outheragh
01/08: Drive to Sligo via Westport and Downpatrick Head, overnight in Sligo
02/08: Slieve League, Silver Strand Beach, Glencolmcille, overnight in Sligo
03/08: Drive to Derry via Glenveagh National Park, overnight in Derry
04/08: Giant’s Causeway, Dunluce Castle, Portrush, Derry, overnight in Derry
05/08: Drive to Belfast, visit Belfast, overnight in Lisburn (Belfast suburbs)
06/08: Game of Thrones filming locations: Dark Hedges, Carrick-a-Rede, Ballintoy, etc., overnight in Lisburn
07/08: Drive to the Wicklow Mountains, visit Wicklow Mountains National Park, overnight in Blessington
08/08: Drive back to Dublin and return to Marseille.
Cost breakdown:
Flights:
Outbound flights with KLM via Amsterdam for 3: 175 € + 40,000 Flying Blue miles (so essentially a free ticket)
Return flight with Aer Lingus for 3: 489 €
Rental car:
10 days booked with Enterprise via Carigami: 443 € including zero-excess insurance.
Accommodation:
Dublin: 3 nights at Maldron Hotel New Cross: 394 €
Tralee: 2 nights in a caravan (Ocean Trail Oasis): 292 €
Outheragh: 3 nights Airbnb, family room with private bathroom: 430 €
Sligo: 2 nights at Clayton Hotel: 456 €
Derry: 2 nights at Belfray Inn: 255 €
Lisburn: 2 nights at Temple Golf Club: 232 €
Blessington: 1 night at Baltyboys Lodges B&B: 158 €
That brings our total to 3,325 € for three.
On the ground, visits, fuel, and food cost around 2,500 €.
So this was quite an expensive trip.
A few price examples:
1 liter of unleaded fuel: 1.89 €
3-day pass in Dublin: 18 €
1 scoop of ice cream: 5 to 6.5 €
Castle visit: 15 € per person
A coffee: 3-4 €
A glass of wine at a restaurant: 8-10 €
A half-pint of Guinness: 7-12 €
Now, here’s the day-by-day account of our adventure in Ireland:
Our decision is our decision. And it’s firm and final. Next winter, our plane will spread its great wings toward the island of Ceylon! "Wait a minute... Ceylon... Ceylon... that name rings a bell, but I can’t quite place it on the globe Grandma gave me for Christmas! Ceylon... Oh right, I’ve got it: Ceylon is the name of my tea!" Exactly. But the name on your pretty tea box is also the one used until 1972 for this island nation, a speck on the Indian Ocean at the southern tip of the Indian subcontinent: Sri Lanka!
For this new adventure, I’m exceptionally leaving my Flo behind, cowardly replaced by a double dose of testosterone. To write the book of this journey with me, I’m bringing along my brother, who’s used to this kind of thing, and... a guest star: My model of resilience. My dad! All aboard! Or rather, all aboard our tuk-tuk! Yes, you read that right: A real tuk-tuk, a little colorful rolling box that putters along at two miles an hour. The idea? Well, Sri Lanka and its winding roads overlooking the vastness of lush nature are tailor-made for this kind of vehicle. And since it’s one of only two countries in the world that allow foreigners to rent and drive these mini speedsters, we’ll be crisscrossing the island in our two-square-meter rolling box. Plus, adopting this mode of transport is a surefire way to connect directly with the locals, who’ll surely be curious to see a foreigner driving their iconic vehicle. Not to mention the... let’s say... spicy anecdotes it might generate. I mean, heading into a subtropical zone with my jet-black dad and his unpredictable digestive flora while deliberately choosing the tuk-tuk as our *only* means of transport? That’s the winning combo for an unforgettable adventure! "More seriously, Dad, Sullivan, I’m already loving the idea of living this adventure together, the three of us—brothers and father..."
So, does the intro to this new adventure get your salivary glands going? Yes? Too bad. Because unfortunately, the program handed out by the lady at the entrance has been slightly... let’s say *crumpled*. Some might even say "scrunched up and nearly tossed in the trash." First, six days ago, as the countdown echoed in us like a call to adventure, Cyclone Ditwah grabbed Sri Lanka, played with it like a rag doll, and left it battered on the ground. The toll is devastating: over a thousand dead, thousands of homes wiped out by relentless rains, roads and railways swallowed by massive mudslides. A country wounded once again, after the civil war, the 2004 tsunami, and the post-Covid economic crisis.
But as if this weather disaster wasn’t enough to shake our unbreakable adventurer spirit, fate decided to mess with us further by cutting our trio down to two. The victim? My brother, violently turned away because of a simple date on his passport that didn’t match the border officials’ expectations. Return to sender!
So now it’s just the two of us allowed to board the Qatar Airways Airbus A380 for this trip. If he were here, Denis Brognart would say, "And in the end, only one remains!" Except I know you’ll be with us, following our adventures! Right?
This trip had been on my mind for about fifteen years.
But the discomfort of overnight stays, the difficulty of communication, and the prices of the few car rental options kept making me postpone the project.
And then, everything suddenly fell into place—I told myself, it’s time!
The preparations took longer than usual; the destination is still far from mainstream.
A bit of Kazakhstan?
Not in the end.
The south or not the south?
Yes, in the end.
Pre-book or go with the flow?
Only two stops were a leap into the unknown.
To help me find the ideal route, I made great use of this forum (thanks to everyone for patiently answering my questions!), pored over travel journals and blogs (Christian, Jeff), zoomed in on Google Maps and Yandex, and bought the guide published by OunTravela about this destination (the guide has been updated since).
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You’ve got your passport, international driver’s license, bank cards, and euros?
Off we go to Lyon—just one night left before our early morning flight.
Tomorrow night, we’ll be sleeping in Bishkek!
(Steak for my partner’s mischievous nephews...)
You’ll find here a post with some practical information.
And here, the version of the travel journal without comments.
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As a supplement, the route track.
Not necessarily ultra-accurate since Google has serious gaps for this destination...
Hello everyone, I’m happy to welcome you to this new travel journal.
We’re heading to Costa Rica together—a Central American destination that dreams are made of for many French travelers and attracts crowds from France.
It was the country’s wild nature and safety that convinced us to go, since we’re traveling with our 7-year-old little one.
We didn’t have much vacation time in February 2026 (only 12 days), so we optimized as much as possible.
Here’s the itinerary:
Wednesday, February 11: Flight from Marseille to San Jose via Paris and Atlanta
Thursday, February 12: Pick up the car, drive to Poas Volcano, visit La Paz Waterfall Gardens
Friday, February 13: Poas Volcano and drive to Manuel Antonio
Saturday, February 14: Manuel Antonio National Park
Sunday, February 15: Nauyaca Waterfall and Playa Linda
Monday, February 16: Drive to Monte Verde and Santa Elena Reserve
Tuesday, February 17: El Tigre Waterfall Reserve and Treetopia Park
Wednesday, February 18: Monte Verde Reserve with a guide and drive to La Fortuna
Thursday, February 19: Sloth guided tour, Observatory Lodge Park
Friday, February 20: Arenal Volcano National Park, Termalistas del Arenal hot springs, and night tour
Saturday, February 21: Return to San Jose, flight to Paris via Atlanta
Sunday, February 22: Arrival in Paris and flight to Marseille.
That gives us a solid 9 days in the country.
Budget breakdown:
Costa Rica is an expensive country, but no more so than France. However, almost all hikes and waterfalls are paid entry, which can really add up.
For meals, sodas (6–10 €) are cheaper than restaurants (10–20 € per dish).
Flights:
We chose Delta Airlines for the price: Marseille to San Jose was 740 € per person (modifiable, with checked baggage and seat selection included).
Other direct flights from Europe were priced between 1200 € and 1600 € with more restrictive conditions.
That’s 2220 € for the family.
Accommodations:
Alajuela, first night: 139 € (1 night) at Rodeo Estancia Boutique Hotel, with personalized airport pickup, transfer to the hotel, and a briefing from Vert Costa Rica agency the next day.
Poas: 66 € (1 night) at Cabañas Tierra Fértil (entire apartment).
Manuel Antonio: 394 € (3 nights) at La Palapa Ecolodge (hotel in the jungle).
Monte Verde: Chalet Aloha Monteverde Cloud Forest (2 bedrooms): 125 € (2 nights).
La Fortuna: Arenal Dream Garden (1 bedroom): 217 € (3 nights).
Total: 941 €.
Car rental:
I went through Vert Costa Rica agency (Vincent is a French expat who set up the agency in Costa Rica and makes great YouTube videos with useful tips).
I rented a 4x4 that was delivered to the hotel the day after arrival and returned at the airport before the flight. The total was 772 €, including full insurance (zero deductible), a child seat, and a phone with a Costa Rican SIM and WhatsApp. The rental company was Poas Rent a Car. The vehicle was well-maintained—no complaints.
Gas: 100 € for the whole trip (3 fill-ups).
Activities:
To get discounts, I bought the pass offered by Vincent, which paid for itself after just one activity. It cost me 30 € (promo since I rented the car through him).
Prices are for 3 people. I’ve added stars to rate them:
La Paz Waterfall Gardens ****: 112 €
Poas Volcano National Park *: 33 €
Manuel Antonio National Park ****: 35 €
Nauyaca Waterfall ***: 25 €
Santa Elena Reserve **: 45 €
El Tigre Waterfall Reserve ****: 141 € (with meal)
Treetopia (ziplining, suspension bridges) **: 250 €
Guided tour of Monte Verde Reserve ***: 113 €
Sloth guided tour (with breakfast) ***: 115 €
Arenal Observatory Lodge (with meal) ****: 102 €
Arenal Volcano National Park *: 34 €
Termalistas del Arenal ****: 20 €
Night tour ***: 116 €
Total: 1171 €.
Meals: 600 €
My favorite restaurants:
Poas: Food court Mercaditas in Fraijanes
Manuel Antonio (near La Palapa): La Langosta and also El Patio
Near Nauyaca Waterfall: Ricar2 el Avión
Between Manuel Antonio and Monte Verde: Soda D’Calle
Santa Elena: HG’s Food
Guadalupe (between Monte Verde and La Fortuna): Soda Río Piedras
Arenal Observatory Lodge restaurant
Arenal Oasis Ecolodge restaurant
Other expenses: 300 € (groceries for breakfast, drinks, ice cream, souvenirs, etc.)
Total overall: 6065 € (about 2020 € per person).
Now, here’s the day-by-day account of this beautiful trip.
In early March, full of carefree joy and happy to return to Morocco, we landed in Marrakech under the sun.
We spent just one night in Marrakech at the Hôtel Toulousain, as we did on our previous trip. And we booked our 3 nights for the end of our trip, the second half of March... Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! But we’re not there yet...
Our first goal is to reach Magdaz, a mountain village in the Tessaout Valley, sometimes called the lost valley.
We discovered the village of Magdaz on this forum, and we were charmed by the photos and comments from travelers who came before us.
The road is easy—it’s dry, and the tarmac takes us right to the village gates at over 2,000 meters above sea level.
We arrive in the afternoon and are left speechless by the beauty of the place. A jewel of Berber architecture! Perfectly restored granaries and kasbahs!
A young man from the village guides us on the visit and opens the doors to the terraces overlooking the village.
Several magnificent collective granaries have been beautifully restored. The warm colors of the stone capture the light wonderfully. It’s stunning!
We won’t find anything decent to stay overnight there, so we head back down a bit and settle in at the Assounfou guesthouse. Lovely welcome. The place is in excellent condition and very clean. It’s spacious, but we’re the only ones there.
First day full of promise!
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.
Hi everyone,
We (two adults, 74 and 70 years old) had already shared a travel journal about our first trip to the Philippines in February/March 2019 on this forum (https://voyageforum.com/v.f?post=9377175;search_string=carnet%20philippines). We had visited Manila, the Banaue rice terraces, Sagada, the Visayas (Bohol, Siquijor, Dumaguette), and on our way back to Luzon, the Taal volcano before returning to France. Delighted by this trip, organized by the French-speaking agency Alizé, we decided to further explore this beautiful country, this time focusing on Coron and Palawan.
Before writing this journal, I should mention that these are personal comments and don’t reflect any differing opinions. Without any literary or photographic talent, I’ll stick to the facts and share a few details about the visits, hotels, and restaurants.
Preparations
We decided to return in mid-January 2025 and consulted three French-speaking tour operators to create a trip based on our wishes (places to visit, type of accommodation) and budget. Comparing three operators helped us weigh their advice and make our choices. Only our first operator respected the budget, a second came close, and the third proposed a slightly more upscale trip. In the end, we chose the agency from our first trip. Our discussions helped refine our itinerary, and when we reviewed it point by point, the document provided was perfect, full of great tips. The most debated point was a 3-day, 2-night cruise between Coron and Palawan. We were tempted but worried about being the only "older" travelers among younger people and feared two uncomfortable nights. Reassured by our tour operator, we finally opted for this "exploration." We’ll come back to that later.
Once the choice was made and dates set, we booked our international flights with Cathay Pacific for 750 € per person, which offers the best schedules (short layovers) at an acceptable price for flights arriving in Cebu. Our trip started on February 25 and returned to Paris on March 15.
International flights
The round-trip flights went smoothly. Cathay does the job well, without frills. The service quality seems to have slightly declined compared to our previous trips with them. Hong Kong Airport is huge but very practical.
Note that not all airlines serve Cebu.
Recommendation: Fill out your Philippine entry form within 72 hours before your flight. This can prevent issues with the airline (possible boarding refusal) and saves a lot of time upon arrival (see the Philippine embassy website).
Domestic flights
For our two domestic flights—Cebu to Coron and Puerto Princesa to Cebu—our tour operator chose Philippine Airlines and their propeller planes. No problems there.
Day 1:
We landed around 12 PM (local time) after 17 hours of travel. A driver was waiting for us at the airport exit and took us to our hotel, intentionally chosen near the airport (Mandaue, about 10 minutes away) to help us recover and get a good night’s sleep before our early morning domestic flight the next day. The Mayoo Hotel, reasonably priced, was perfect for this. Large, beautiful room in a new building—clean, comfortable, with a spa. We could relax by the pool on the 16th floor and enjoy the city view. The breakfast was exceptional, and the staff was smiling, attentive, and helpful. An ATM in the lobby allowed for withdrawals. However, the hotel is in a neighborhood with nothing to see or do. We dined at the Korean restaurant K-GOGI across from the hotel—a real attraction and a great discovery.
Day 2:
After a restful night, we were driven to the airport around 6:30 AM for an 8:10 AM flight from Cebu to Busuanga (Coron).
The flight was uneventful. Upon arrival, we paid 200 pesos per person for the Coron tourist fee before a 40-minute transfer to our hotel: Natura Resort, located outside the city in a secluded spot. The setting is stunning—a beautifully maintained tropical garden, a pleasant pool, and the option to book massages. The cottages are tropical-style with thatched roofs, simple and unpretentious.
The owner, who speaks French, told us that given the heat and our ages, climbing the 721 steps to the top of Mount Tapyas wasn’t necessary. She gave us a few rooftop recommendations to watch the sunset over Coron Bay. After a good swim in the pool and a meal at the resort’s pleasant restaurant, we hired a tricycle to go into town. We were told it costs 150 pesos one way, and depending on the return time, it could exceed 250 pesos. But our driver gave us his WhatsApp number and charged the same price regardless of the time. He just earned two days’ worth of customers.
He dropped us off at the port where bangkas (local boats) gather for day trips. It was the end of the day, so there was a rush. A few shops around the port sold waterproof bags for marine excursions at reasonable prices (compared to back home), after some bargaining. We wandered the town’s alleys looking for the Top Hotel, whose rooftop is famous. Indeed, it’s perfectly located to admire the sunset and enjoy a refreshing drink.
We dined nearby at a small Chinese restaurant, then just had to call our driver to head back.
The night wasn’t entirely restful—our hotel had a soundtrack of all the countryside animals, and it seemed they had no set bedtime! :
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!
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...
Hi everyone,
Way back when, before the internet and all that, there were Larousse encyclopedias, and in the proper names section, I came across a photo of Samarkand. Just the name made me dream. I kept it in the back of my mind for later, and last winter, I revisited the idea. Within a few weeks, I managed to plan our 16-day getaway. Oh, I didn’t do it all by myself—I used a travel agency to handle the flights, accommodations, transportation, and local guide. It was a custom trip for three people, tailored to what we wanted to do, what we wanted to see, within the time we’d chosen, at our own pace.
The main goal of the trip was to visit the three iconic cities of architectural art in Uzbekistan (just for the sheer beauty of it) and, very secondarily, to take a break with a short hike.
We left in early May, flying from Toulouse to Istanbul, then to Tashkent:
- One day in Tashkent, 2 nights,
- By car (6 hours) to the Fergana region: Margilan (silk and pottery), 2 nights, with a guide,
- Back to Tashkent, then a flight to Khiva, 2 nights, 1 day with a guide, 1 day on our own,
- Train to Bukhara (6 hours, sleeper cars), 3 nights, 1 day with a guide, 1 day on our own,
- Train to Samarkand, 2 nights, 1 day with a guide,
- By car to Tersak, 1 night with a local family, short hike, same guide,
- By car to Shakhrisabz (Tamerlane’s hometown), then back to Samarkand,
- Samarkand, 2 more nights,
- Train back to Tashkent, final night, and return home.
What I took away from this Silk Road trip:
- A completely safe country in May—don’t go later because of the heat,
- The warm welcome and easy connection with Uzbeks, a multicultural people,
- A constant puzzle with currency exchange (how much is that in euros? ) 1 € = 14,000 sums,
- Logistics handled by a local agency—top-notch,
- Delicious meals at a very reasonable price,
- Total awe in Khiva and Samarkand (palaces, mausoleums, mosques, madrasas),
- The length of the trip, which let us wander and take our time.
A few photos, but not too many—I don’t want to spoil the joy of discovery!
After a first trip to South Africa in 2009 that enchanted us, we decided to return to this part of the world this year.
Given how much I enjoy reading others' travel journals, I'm mustering up the courage to try my hand at this kind of exercise (which I'm not used to at all 😕).
Thanks, of course, to everyone who answered my questions and helped finalize this trip...
So, it's decided—it'll be Southern Africa... but where, with only two weeks of vacation?
Victoria Falls, which we had to cancel in 2009 due to turbulent Zimbabwean elections, was automatically back on the itinerary (yes, I know some say "the falls, meh," but I wanted to see them 😛!). We added South Luangwa and ultimately swapped Chobe and Hwange for Lesotho.
We have no experience driving a 4x4, which limited our routes in both countries, especially since it's not yet the dry season... but that didn’t stop us from bringing back amazing memories.
Sunday, April 14: After a smooth flight (and even quite comfortable in BA’s brand-new 747), we land early in the morning in Johannesburg.
We pick up the car (a little Micra) and off we go toward Clarens, our first stop. We get back into the swing of driving (moving over to the right—sorry, to the left—to let others pass, flashing lights, hazard signals, "thank you," "you’re welcome"...).
I was expecting a small town, but Clarens looks more like a village: a large grassy square,
a few cars,
and dirt roads as soon as you leave the main street.
Still, we found the same quality of South African B&Bs here. We stayed at Patcham Place (the little white speck in the photo above is our Micra!).
We end the afternoon with a walk around Clarens and its surroundings. No doubt about it—it’s autumn...
Monday, April 15: We set off for Lesotho on nearly deserted roads, heading toward Malealea.
We quickly cross the border at Caledon Poort, and the atmosphere changes: more people on the roadside, animals, scattered huts... and lots of traffic police!
We still managed to get stopped four times! Mostly, after checking our driver’s license, it was just to chat for ten minutes or so (police aren’t like that back home!). Well, one officer wanted to fine us for not waiting for him to wave us through after I stopped at a stop sign. After some tough negotiations, he let us go 😇.
We leave the main road and find ourselves in wilder landscapes.
The road narrows until it becomes a dirt track. A short climb to the gates of paradise:
... and then it’s just a matter of descending toward Malealea.
Malealea is like a village within a village. You’ll find different types of accommodations, a canteen-style restaurant (no menu choices, but the food is great, and it’s a fun way to chat with others around big tables), and lots of activities offered in partnership with the locals.
We’re shown different rondavels to choose from... we pick this one:
Simple but clean and functional, with a private bathroom.
On the bed, "real" Basotho blankets.
We decided to stay two nights to have a full day there.
Tuesday, April 16: We opted for a four-hour pony trek to the waterfall—nothing difficult, everything is done at a walking pace, with just a few "slightly" steep climbs and descents where you have to trust the Basotho ponies (no worries, they’re sure-footed 😏).
The landscapes are truly stunning:
We walk down to the waterfall (which isn’t anything special—it’s the trek itself that’s worth it) and take the return path...
... crossing through Malealea village again.
We spend the rest of the day exploring the area, reading in the sun, and sipping marula coffee on the bar terrace.
We really loved the family atmosphere in Malealea and how the locals were involved in the activities.
Wednesday, April 17: We hit the road again toward Katse. The owner of Malealea advised us against taking our car through Theba Tseka (I know Chris did it last year around the same time, but since we’re not very adventurous, we’ll go back through Maseru and Leribe—oh well, we’ll just take the same route back from Katse).
Quick aside unrelated to the story: putting together a travel journal is taking even longer than I thought 🤪... so, the rest will come a little later...
The karst site:
(In the heart of Albergheria, on a street every visitor walks down—lovely message from an unidentified artist)
The large solidified magma massifs that shape the heart of the island have created a large depression more protected from the sun at its center, allowing the growth of a vast laurel forest, today grouped within the Garajonay National Park, La Gomera’s green lung, which has earned it the status of a World Biosphere Reserve. Its completely European appearance contrasts sharply with the rocky and tropical landscapes of the rest of the island. Thus, the climate varies greatly from one point to another on the island: in summer, you can quickly go from a dry and sunny valley at 35°C to a humid forest area at altitude at 18°C.
Laundry and trucks washed in the same stream.
We’re greeted dozens of times with “Hello Mister”—a daily routine in the Moluccas. Every time we stop, we pose for photos to be saved on locals’ smartphones. They don’t see tourists often.
Several magnificent collective granaries have been beautifully restored. The warm colors of the stone capture the light wonderfully. It’s stunning!
A little sneak peek?
