JOUR 1 : PARIS>>>LIMA (24/06/2017) Vol direct Air France Altitude 152 mètres 17° à 22° Couvert
Voilà, c’est le premier départ de ce voyage (le deuxième sera celui d’Agnès et Camille mercredi 28 juin).
Me voici à Roissy, pour ce vol qui aurait dû avoir lieu hier, mais bon on fera avec ! Donc, maintenant, vous savez qu’il faut tout imprimer soi-même. Et évidemment pour moi ça ne marche pas, je suis reconnu par la borne mais le message me dit que mon vol a changé, oh, encore ! Bon, j’abandonne la borne tactile et vois une hôtesse qui est au filtrage. Elle me dit qu’il faut imprimer les étiquettes de bagages, et comme ça ne marche pas, elle m’envoie au comptoir n°7, juste à côté. Il y a 5 pupitres ouverts et zéro passager, du coup en 1 minute, c’est fait, poids de la valise 13,4 kgs. On décolle à 11h07, tout va bien à bord de ce B777-300 de 468 passagers !
Le vol sera somme toute normal, un repas simple avec un apéritif offert, un planteur en mignonette ! On aura un goûter avant le posé aussi. Ce vol va durer 11h55, on passera verticale Georgestown, capitale du Surinam. Survoleront une partie de la forêt amazonienne, où j’apercevrai plusieurs grands fleuves qui serpentent. A 30 minutes de l’atterrissage, la vue extérieure est vraiment belle, des chaines de montagnes enneigées et un relief chaotique à souhait ! Dernier virage au-dessus de l’océan, et on voit très bien la présence du « garùa », cette brume humide et persistante, très fréquente sur cette côte du Pacifique. On est en finale, et atterrissage. Il est 16h00 et il fait 22°.
Je passe l’immigration, nous sommes 4 vols en même temps, il y a vraiment beaucoup de touristes, j’aperçois des passeports allemands, espagnols, chinois, français etc, je récupère mon bagage soute.
A la sortie, un taxi avec mon nom doit être là, ah oui il y a pas mal de pancartes çà et là. Je ne trouve pas de suite, puis je vois mon nom, cool. Mon taxi va m’emmener jusqu’à la maison d’hôtes « chez Elisabeth », un hébergement qui m’a été recommandé par une voyageuse belge, il y a quelques mois.
20 kilomètres en tout, les premiers quartiers sont un peu délabrés, la circulation est dense, très dense, ça vient de droite puis de gauche, bref dépaysement total assuré ! Je vois de suite que 9 voitures sur 10 sont coréennes ou japonaises, rien de français ici en 4 roues, on est encore largué de ce côté-là !
Après 40 minutes environ, on arrive bien au 265 parque norte, quartier San Isidro. Elisabeth est là, et m’accueille chez elle dans un très bon français. Ce qui est bien ici, c’est que les terminaux de bus sont à 10 minutes à pied !
Je me pose un peu dans la chambre, il est 18h00 et donc 01h00 à Paris, la fatigue se fait sentir. J’ai quand même un peu faim et curieux d’aller à pied à l’extérieur !
Elisabeth me dit qu’à 10 minutes, il y a quelques restaurants, je sors puis à droite, puis à gauche pendant 5 minutes, puis à droite sur une grande artère. Je m’exécute, il est 18h30 et il fait quasiment nuit, il fait très bon dehors, environ 20° et pas de vent. Je tombe sur un restaurant chinois qu’Elisabeth me déconseilla, puis sur un autre. Le quartier est très résidentiel et sécurisé, je croise des policiers et policières, à vélo, qui me saluent. Il y a pas mal de banque ici, et des concessions de voitures flambant neuves. Elisabeth m’a parlé pour manger un peu péruvien de chercher le poulet à la braise, et toc, je passe devant un restaurant, où j’aperçois des poulets embrochés qui tournent allégrement ! Il s’appelle « caravana », très bien ici, on m’apporte la carte, super la boisson nationale qu’il faut tester, le « pisco sour », une boisson également revendiquée par le Chili. Excellent !
Allez c’est parti, un ¼ de poulet braisé, frites, salade césar incluse, avec 2 sauces : 5,75€, et 4,50€ pour la boisson.
Je rentre tranquillement à pied, il est 20h00 (03h00 à Paris), je suis naze ! Vais allez au dodo, je demande à Elisabeth de me servir le petit-déjeuner à 07h00, avec le jetlag, ça va le faire ! Bonne nuit !
C est sympa de lire ces premieres impressions; ca me rappelle ma 1ere fois en 2012...
Depuis, je suis alle 14 fois au Perou, et je decouvre sans cesse...
Une petite precision; qui m a saute au visage, et que ma compagne me rappelle de dire a mes amis qui viennent au Perou, en sortant de l aeroport, on n est pas a Lima, mais a Callao, qui est une ville tres pauvre et delabree juste avant Lima...
JOUR 2 : LIMA>>>NAZCA (25/06/2017) Bus Altitude 565 mètres 15° à 22° Distance 452 kms Soleil
Comme prévu, je suis au petit-déjeuner à 7h00 dans la salle à manger au rez-de-chaussée. C’est plutôt austère, bizarre, Elisabeth est aussi pas très conviviale. Bref, elle me sert un café, jus d’orange pressé, 4 biscotes, du miel et du beurre. Pour 2,50€, ça ira bien. Je suis seul, pas d’autre locataire actuellement. Je reste seul à manger, bof l’ambiance. Elisabeth revient pour me dire comment aller à l’océan et au quartier Miraflores, elle donne pas mal d’info, comme un marché typiquement péruvien. Je range quelques affaires pour ne pas à avoir le faire tout à l’heure à mon retour. Je repasserai pour récupérer ma valise à midi (mon bus étant à 13h15 et à 5 minutes à pied de chez elle).
Avec les indications de mon hôte, je vais à pied à la station du metropolitano, il s’agit de bus qui ont des voies réservées. Je le prends à Javier Prado et descend à Ricardo Palma. Puis à pied, traverse le quartier de Miraflores, qui ressemble bien à l’Europe. Bon à 8h00 du matin, il n’y a pas encore grand monde. Je descends ensuite le boulevard José Larco jusqu’à l’océan Pacifique. Je vois des bureaux de change, je verrai cela sur le retour. Arrivé à l’océan, la vue es vraiment belle, on est en fait sur une falaise qui domine la mer. Je prends quelques photos, et trouve une connexion Wi-Fi gratuit au centre Larcomar, sorte de mall avec restaurant e boutique de marque très connue.
Le temps de faire la publication de la journée de hier, et que Agnès en transfert plusieurs fois sur FB.
Le temps passe, je rentre tranquillement par Miraflores. Je m’arrête à un bureau de change, j’ai du $ canadiens, des £ sterlings et des couronnes suédoises. Ah voilà qu’elle me change mes $ en 30 pièces péruviennes ! Euh, vous n’avez pas des billets dans mon espagnol approximatif. Elle me dit non, du plus les billets suédois, elle a fait des yeux gros comme ça ! Je repars, 50 mètres à peine, un autre bureau, ah ici pas de souci, même si la suède, elle appelle ça « suissa », j’ai peur qu’elle pense à la Suisse. Non, tout va bien, je change les 3 monnaies que j’ai, en soles, et dans un taux meilleur que la précédente !
Je poursuis, arrive au parque Kennedy, agréable endroit où des cireurs de chaussures s’attèle à frotter fort. Juste à côté, la roue est réquisitionnée pour des activités festives de rue, sont en forme les péruviens et péruviennes.
Presque arrivé à la station pour rentrer vers Javier Prado, je vais voir le marché, que m’a indiqué Elisabeth, wha c’est du local, absolument typique, à faire si vous y allez ! En rentrant, une petite faim se fait sentir, j’achète un genre de chausson à la viande dans une échoppe de rue à 2 soles (0,55€) et une bouteille d’eau. Quelques 250 mètres, et je récupère ma valise et vais à pied à la compagnie de bus que j’ai choisi, la « cruz del sur » (la croix du sud). J’avais imprimé à la maison mon billet, du coup je passe directement à la dépose bagages. Il s’agit d’un petit terminal où tout est bien organisé et fonctionnel. Il y a du Wi-Fi gratuit. 13h05 embarquement et 13h15, le départ est effectué, super à l’heure ! Les bus des compagnies qui sillonnent l’Amérique du sud, sont d’un très grand confort, de type « buisness » dans un avion, télé individuelle, siège inclinable à 160°, repas servi à bord, mes 7h30 vont passer vite jusqu’à Nasca ma destination de la journée
On sort de lima par le sud et la route panaméricaine, les faubourgs sont très pauvres à voir les habitations, on est très rapidement dans une zone désertique, semi-volcanique, rien ne pousse ici sans eau, d’ailleurs il ne pleut quasiment jamais ici !
On longe assez souvent l’océan, des pélicans nous accompagnent, quelques maisons et plages.
Nous traversons la ville de Pisco, puis premier arrêt Paracas (où j’aurai dû faire étape hier…), on repart deuxième stop à Ica, puis arrivée tardive à 20h55, Nasca. Depuis le bus, j’aperçois mon hôtel à 200 mètres du terminal, 21h10 je suis dans ma chambre !
Le temps de me poser, puis je ressorts pour manger, à 50 mètres, il y a un resto qui semble bien tourner, c’est pas mal ici, sur place ou à emporter. Je m’installe et commande un plat et une grande bière. Brochette frites salade pour 6,85€ et la grande bière (620ml) à 2,30€. Whaaa ici ils vendent le pisco sour au litre, bon j’attendrai Agnès pour une telle quantité !
Bon, j'avais loupé la discussion en janvier ( parce que j'y étais, au Perou), alors pas question de louper le compte-rendu !
J'embarque donc, surtout si les bus sont cama !
Et aussi pour vivre un coin que j'avais volontairement zappé par manque de temps : Nasca et ces fameuses lignes , et colca ...
Bon, j'avais loupé la discussion en janvier ( parce que j'y étais, au Perou), alors pas question de louper le compte-rendu !
J'embarque donc, surtout si les bus sont cama !
Et aussi pour vivre un coin que j'avais volontairement zappé par manque de temps : Nasca et ces fameuses lignes , et colca ...
JOUR 3 : NAZCA (26/06/2017) Altitude 565 mètres 15° à 28° Distance 0 kms Soleil
J’espère que cette journée va être la hauteur de ses visites. Bien sûr, ici à Nasca, il y a les fameuses lignes ou appelées aussi géoglyphes, ce qui amène nombre de touristes, mais je vais essayer d’en faire un peu plus dans la région.
Pour commencer, un peu d’histoire, avant d’être une région ou une ville, Nasca est une civilisation plus ancienne que les Incas eux-mêmes. Egalement, ici le climat est aride, ce qui contraste avec Lima, il y fait 10° de plus en moyenne. Il ne pleut ici que 5 millimètres d’eau par an. On aperçoit depuis la ville des dunes de sable de 1300 mètres !
Je suis à l’hôtel et à 6h30 pour le petit-déjeuner buffet très simple. J’attends que l’agence touristique de l’hôtel ouvre pour réserver le survol si attendu. Il est 7h20, à l’agence, ils ont déjà mon nom d’enregistré, c’est parfait. 80$ plus loin, je n’ai plus qu’à attendre 8h00, heure du RDV pour le départ.
A savoir qu’une brume pernicieuse est aussi présente ici, et empêche souvent les avions de décoller. Bin ça sera mon cas, vol reporté à 11h00.
Et bien en attendant, j’en profite pour faire autre chose, je pars visiter avec un guide (Carlos), les canaux et aqueduc de Cantalloc. Il s’agit de constructions anciennes de la civilisation Nasca, qui permettait acheminer de l’eau, si rare ici, à la ville. Ils fonctionnent encore et irriguent les cultures de la vallée au milieu de cette zone désertique. Avec le même ticket, le guide (Carlos) m’emmène sur des ruines Incas à proximité de la ville, « Paredones ». Pas impressionnantes comme à Cuzco, mais déjà un avant-goût. Et on finit à seulement 1 kilomètre, pour voir à pied mon premier géoglyphe, « El Telar », il est gigantesque, il s’agit d’un triangle.
Retour à l’hôtel, pour partir cette fois en avion pour le survol qu’il ne faut pas manquer ici !
Il est 11h00, 3 français m’accompagnent. A l’aérodrome, tout est bien organisé. On décolle à bord d’un Cessna, vol de 35 minutes de pure extase !!! A droite, à gauche, explication dans le casque, on voit tout très très bien !!!Que dire !!! Ça secoue bien, mais pas malade, contrairement à la petite ado à bord.
Un mot sur ces fameuses lignes, il y en a environ 1000, dont une centaine représentant quelque chose de connu, une trentaine sont très nettes. Elles sont relevées en 1927 par un péruvien mais non étudiées. Puis un américain les survole en 1939, et elles seront vraiment étudiées par une allemande qui migra ici toute sa vie. Le site est inscrit au patrimoine mondial de l’Unesco.
De retour à l’hôtel, je me pose pour réaliser, mais ce n’est pas facile, c’est unique !
Je vais manger un bout en ville et repart à 15h00, toujours avec Carlos, cette fois direction un lieu qui m’a été recommandé par les Jojo , des amis voyageurs, je vais à la nécropole de Chauchilla. Il s’agit d’un cimetière pré-inca autrement dit, de civilisation Nasca. Des tombes à ciel ouvert où reposent des corps momifiés, certaines avec des chevelures de plus de 2 mètres, des poteries, des coquillages, elles auraient 2000 ans environ, lieu découvert en 1901. C’est assez impressionnant, le tout dans un décor lunaire ! Le détour vaut le coup. Sur le retour, Carlos me propose d’aller pour terminer sur un site peu connu, la pyramide et le temple Cahuachi, on prendra une piste de 16 kilomètres. On est littéralement entre pierres et sable, il n’y a rien ici, impression lunaire bis mais en pire !
On arrive au site en 1h20. Il y a d’autres pyramides et temples mais non découvert à ce jour. 30 ans de fouilles pour faire sortir cette pyramide en terrasse !
Sur le retour qui va être aussi long, Carlos coupe (on est en 4x4) à travers des « rio » à sec, des « pueblo » sans âme, chiens errants carcasses de voiture, 4 ou 5 habitant, ambiance western assurée. J’ai même cru que nous étions mal à un moment, pour dire on arrive à sortir par un petite rivière, ça passe, bref on arrive à l’hôtel à 18h45 !
Après ce périple sans nom, enfin si cette région à un surnom, qui après mon après-midi aventureuse, prend tout son sens : la « pampa arida » !
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JOUR 4 : NAZCA>>>AREQUIPA (27/06/2017) Altitude 2335 mètres 9° à 24° Distance 566 kms Soleil
Hier soir à 22h45, j’ai pris un bus de la même compagnie « cruz del sur » et atteint Arequipa à 8h00 ce matin. Nuit confortable sauf la conduite du chauffeur, beaucoup de freinages brusques ! Bref, je sors du terminal avec un beau mal de tête. Je prends un taxi à l’intérieur du terminal, ils sont officiels. Il m’emmène à mon hôtel plein centre, pour dire je suis à 100 mètres de la « plaza de armas ». En Amérique du sud, la quasi-totalité des grandes villes ont une place de ce nom symbolisant, le centre historique et le lieu de passage de tout le monde.
A mon hôtel, je prends une aspirine et 1 heure plus tard ça va bien mieux. Pour l’instant, je ne ressens rien par rapport à l’altitude, il fait très bon, bientôt les 20°, le soleil est assez puissant à cette altitude.
Allez, c’est parti, cette ville coloniale est superbe, ça se voit à peine le centre historique franchit. J’arrive sur la « plaza de armas », elle est carré comme d’habitude, 3côtés sont des arches avec boutiques de souvenirs et restaurants. Le 4ème côté, il s’agit de la cathédrale, dans un de ces coins, il y a aussi la « campaña » datant du 17ème siècle.
Je longe un des côtés dans le prolongement de la rue de mon hôtel, et arrive en 2 minutes à peine, au clou de cette ville, tout le monde en parle. Le monastère Santa Catarina, l’entrée semble un peu chère, 40 soles, mais cela vaudra le coup sans souci. Le plan du monastère en plusieurs est inclus, ensuite un guide personnel est possible en supplément. C’est vrai qu’il est magique ce monastère avec ses couleurs ! Ancien couvent dominicain, datant de 1579, pendant 400 ans, il abritât 170 nonnes et 300 esclaves d’Afrique. Ils vivaient reclus sans autorisation de sortir. Les religieuses venaient souvent de riches familles d’Espagne. Aujourd’hui, une partie du couvent est privée, et abrite encore 15 religieuses. Depuis 1985, elles ont droit de sortir et de parler, grâce à la levée de cet interdit par le pape Jean Paul II lors de sa visite de la même année.
Il est 12 h25, je vais allez manger quelque chose. Parfait chez Martin’s Pollo, ¼ poulet frites salade boisson, 4,40€ (pour la boisson ça y est j’ai testé le Inka Cola…comme un bonbon liquide pétillant bof) Je me dirige ensuite vers un marché très typique et très fourni, vous verrez les photos, ou le choix de pomme de terre fait pâlir, le Pérou en produit 4000 sortes, et exporte énormément. Aussi, on trouve des quantités de fruits, et un espace Smoothie étonnant : marché San Camilo.
Sortie nocturne ensuite, il parait que la ville est toute éclairée. Superbe ville et coup de cœur.
Dans la journée, j’ai eu mon Tours Opérator pour demain, ils me récupèrent à 7h30 à l’hôtel et je reste avec eux 2 jours, la suite >>> Canyon du Colca, vigognes, alpagas, condors, altitude etc etc
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JOUR 5 : AREQUIPA>>>YANQUE (28/06/2017) Altitude 3435 mètres 9° à 18° Distance 168 kms Soleil
Aujourd’hui départ pour le deuxième plus profond canyon du monde juste derrière celui du Cotahuasi (Pérou), pour info le grand canyon dans le Colorado est 2 fois moins profond. Ici, la profondeur est de 3400 mètres. En parallèle de cette journée, Agnès et son fils, sont à Roissy, ils enchaînent Paris>>Miami>>Lima>>Juliaca. Je les retrouve donc demain soir sur les bords du lac Titicaca.
Après un petit-déjeuner très bon sur le toit de l’hôtel, mon Tour Operator me récupère à 8h10. Nous sommes un petit groupe de 7 personnes dans un mini-van de bon confort de 15 places. Direction donc les montagnes de la cordillère des Andes. Ça monte doucement mais surement, le guide nous fait les commentaires, et propose à tout le monde de mâcher des feuilles de coca pour lutter contre le mal de l’altitude, je m’exécute et pendant 5 minutes, je mâche uniquement, ensuite il faut boire de l’eau. On arrive à des refuges pour faire des haltes, et là rebelote, cette fois une infusion aux feuilles et plantes de coca, tout le monde en prend, donc je fais pareil, ce n’est pas mauvais avec du sucre, une tisane en fait.
On atteint rapidement un plateau à 4000 mètres, où vivent bon nombre de vigognes, c’est vrai il y en a partout. Il fait frais dans les 14°. Quelques vendeuses au bord de route proposent des souvenirs. On continue par cette route unique, empruntée par de nombreux camions. Ça monte toujours pour arriver au sommet du col à 4910 mètres. On fait de nouveau un stop, en sortant du véhicule, j’ai eu un vertige (PAP aide moiiiii), puis cela disparait, drôle d’impression. On est là aussi sur un plateau entouré de 5 volcans, dont un très actifs, de la fumée est très largement visible.
On observe une végétation fait d’herbes diverses, où broutent nombreux lamas et alpagas, il y a quelques fermes qui en élèvent pour le lait et la fourrure. On voit aussi de la neige en bordure de route.
On va redescendre un peu, vers les 3650 mètres et s’arrêter pour déjeuner à Chivay, il y a une quinzaine de villages dans cette vallée, ils furent bâtis par les indiens Collahuas, une civilisation de 1000 ans antérieur aux Incas. Le village est petit, les routes peu goudronnées, on voit des enfants aller à l’école, et surtout beaucoup de femmes habillées avec des vêtements traditionnels très colorés et coiffées d’un chapeau aux larges rebords.
Il est 15h00, le guide me dépose à mon hôtel dans le village d’à côté nommé Yanque. Un hôtel tenu par Emmanuel qui vit ici depuis 20 ans avec sa femme péruvienne. (Regardez sur internet, c’est le top !) Voilà je suis assez fatigué, j’ai eu un mal de tête récurant, donc repos total. Dans la chambre, couette polaire, chauffage, et 2 couvertures andines.
Fin de soirée au restaurant de l’hôtel, au menu pour moi, de l’alpaga, jamais testé ! Et un pisco sour !
Mais aussi, quelque chose que je ne pensais pas voir ! Comme dit plus haut, Emmanuel a fait ici un observatoire astronomique, il a construit une coupole et possède un télescope puissant qui vient des États-Unis. Déjà, il faut savoir que la région se prête énormément à l’observation des étoiles, à l’œil nu, elles sont très lumineuses, la voie lactée est visible sans souci ainsi que Jupiter et Saturne. Ensuite on est monté au télescope, à l’œil nu, on voit une dizaine d’étoiles dans la même zone, au télescope, on en voit pour la même zone, environ 500 ! Mais bien sûr, le clou sera Saturne au télescope, je ne pensais pas voir cela un jour. A mon avis, Je ne pense pas voir les anneaux de Saturne, Emmanuel me dit : « mets ton œil la dedans » ! Oh la vache, 3 anneaux sont visibles, fascinant !!! Quelle journée !!! Emmanuel est le seul au Pérou à posséder un télescope privé. Pour la petite histoire, l’observation et l’étude du système solaire commença à Arequipa, les américains envoyèrent pendant 40 ans, de 1890 à 1930, des physiciens et scientifiques ici.
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JOUR 6 : YANQUE>>>LLACHON (29/06/2017) Altitude 3800 mètres 6° à 20° Distance 294 kms Soleil
Aujourd’hui journée intense, pour plusieurs raisons, déjà au moment où je me lève 5h00, Agnès et son fils sont posés à Lima en provenance de Miami, ensuite c’es mon anniversaire, ½ siècle aujourd’hui, puis ça sera des retrouvailles originales ce soir sur les bords du lac Titicaca.
Avant tout, j’ai encore une journée assez chargée.
Après le petit-déjeuner, à 6h30 à je suis récupéré par le mini-van, on s’arrête de suite au village, à la place centrale de Yanque. L’église coloniale est superbe, beaucoup de personnes en costumes traditionnels, mais il faut savoir qu’ils sont habillés comme cela tous les jours. Des petites filles costumées aussi, dansent au centre de la place, superbe !
On reprend la route vers le canyon de Colca, afin notamment d’y observer des condors, et profiter de paysages à couper le souffle !
On arrive à la « croix du condor », un mirador bien connu, le canyon est si profond que l’on ne voit pas la rivière en bas. Mince pas de condor ! Enfin si, un ou deux posés et loin, puis finalement le spectacle arrive : « El condor pasa ». J’ai la tête et l’appareil photo qui n’en peuvent plus, grandiose, une bonne vingtaine de condors nous survolent.
On va ensuite s’arrêter à plusieurs mirador pour observer un paysage superbe, avec en fond un volcan qui est en éruption : le « Sabancaya ». En route, on s’arrête au village de Maca, quasi détruit par un tremblement de terre en 1991, avec une église superbe et de nombreux vendeurs de souvenirs, et alpagas domestiqués. Ici et dans la région, ils bon nombre de sources chaudes ce qui prouve une activité sismique importante.
On redescend ensuite à Chivay pour déjeuner. Suite à ça, je comprends qu’il va falloir repasser à Patapampa, à 4910 mètres, pour se mettre sur ma destination de ce jour : Llachon.
On observe de nombreux lamas, alpagas et vigognes. On va traverser de longues steppes quasi désertiques et des lagunes où des flamants roses pataugent, pendant 5 heures. Les sommets enneigés de la cordillère des Andes nous accompagnent aussi.
Pendant ce temps, Agnès et son fils sont à Llachon depuis longtemps, leur avion en provenance de Lima pour Juliaca s’est posé à 12h40, je devrais arriver vers 21h00 ! A mon tour, j’arrive à Puno à 19h00, un taxi doit m’attendre pur m’emmener chez Felix, notre hôte à Llachon, 1h30 de route ! Il est 20h35 quand j’atteins par des routes défoncées et quasi impraticables, la maison de Felix. Voilà, on se retrouve tous, un peu patraque à cause de l’altitude, ici 3840 mètres ! Il ne fait pas chaud, 10° environ, rien n’est chauffé mais on a par lit, 5 couvertures en alpaga, vivement demain.
JOUR 7 : LLACHON>>>Lac TITICACA (30/06/2017) Altitude 3840 mètres 5° à 20° Distance 0 kms Soleil
Le jour se lève doucement ici face au lac, avec cette vue à tomber depuis la maison de Felix, on domine de 40 mètres le lac. Endroit coup de cœur assuré, c’est vrai que c’est paumé, la route pour y venir est difficile, mais venez-y ! De plus l’accueil de Felix et de sa famille est extraordinaire, comme nous sommes isolés (pas de wifi ici), sa femme prépare à souhait petit-déjeuner, déjeuner et dîner, comme bon vous semble. La salle de bain est à l’extérieur avec eau chaude, Felix a tout installer avec des panneaux solaires, il a de l’électricité depuis 17 ans quand même, et de l’eau potable depuis 10 ans environ.
Petit-déjeuner face au lac, avec café, thé, lait, maté de coca, crêpes, et beignets prépares par madame Felix !
Hier soir tous un peu malade, Felix nous a donner diverses plantes pour nous aide à supporter l’altitude, bref ce matin ça va beaucoup mieux, on est prêt pour 2 balades.
Première sortie à pied, juste en bas de la maison de Felix, c’est sauvage, et il y a une plage de 800 mètres environ. On discute avec un pêcheur, on est vraiment au bout du monde ! Il fait environ 20° au soleil.
Retour à la casa de Felix, où sa femme nous prépare des truites grillées !
Il est maintenant 13h00, et Felix nous a réservé la sortie en bateau pour une destination unique, les îles flottantes habitées « Uros ». Le gros avantage de le faire depuis chez Felix, c’est que nous allons débarquer sur une île isolée loin, très loin, des 1900 îles qui sont plus près de Puno et tout de même envahies par les touristes. Nous sommes seuls dans l’embarcation et seront seuls sur une île habitée par 2 familles, regroupant 22 personnes. La superficie de cet îlot est d’environ 350 mètres carré. 8 à 9 maisonnette y sont construite, ils possèdent une embarcation, pour la pêche, cueillir du roseau, et emmener les enfants à l’école. En fait, l’îlot est composé de 1 mètre de branche conglomérées et de 1 mètre de roseau appelé « totola ». Ce même roseau qui sert de médicament et de nourriture, que nous avons goûté sur place. 3 activités occupent ces habitants du lac Titicaca, la pêche, la chasse et l’artisanat. Expérience déjà inoubliable, de partager avec cette famille quelques moments forts !
JOUR 8 : LLACHON>>>CUZCO (01/07/2017) Vol direct Latam Altitude 3400 mètres 5° à 22° Ensoleillé
Aujourd’hui, c’est l’au revoir à la famille de Felix, c’était extraordinaire !!! Dernier petit-déjeuner, et il est temps de prendre un taxi, appelé par Felix, pour rappel, nous étions dans un endroit très reculé, accessible par des pistes parfois.
Direction l’aéroport de Juliaca, pour un vol local jusqu’à Cuzco, capitale de l’empire Inca. Nous sommes sur un vol avec la compagnie Latam, nous observerons les paysages superbes montagneux.
Atterrissage Cuzco à 14h00, on prend un taxi pour 20 soles (6€) et nous sommes dans le centre historique à l’Hostal Casa Elena, et donc nous avons du Wi-Fi pour vous conter tout cela !
Voilà, on est posé chez Elena et Yves, très central à 50 mètres de la rue Hatun Rumiyoc, cette rue Inca aux pierres parfaitement taillées et ajustées. Un petit tour rapide vers la plaza de armas, il fait déjà nuit. On trouve quasiment en face de notre hôtel, un petit restaurant local, 2 pisco sour, 1 coca, 3 plats de poulet/frites, 3 salades : 68,50 soles= 19,50€
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JOUR 9 : CUZCO >>>CHINCHERO>>>MORAY>>>MARAS>>>CUZCO (02/07/2017) Altitude 3700 mètres 3° à 19° Distance 145 kms Ensoleillé
Ce matin, départ pour une partie de la vallée sacrée des Incas, vers Chinchero, petit village où l’artisanat du textile est très répandu. Une bonne explication dans une boutique, avec un maté de coca offert.
Poursuite vers le site de Moray, il s’agit d’un ingénieux système de terrasse de recherches agronomiques Inca. Découvert en 1932, ce sont des sortes d’amphithéâtre creusés dans 3 petits cirques. La forme permet d’observer différentes températures, en plus chaud et en haut plus froid, permettant des cultures agricoles adaptées.
Puis direction les salines de Maras, il s’agit ici d’environ 3600 bassins de sel cristallisé, ils sont alimentés par une rivière salée. Seules les familles de Maras y travaillent. Ces bassins en terrasse datent de la période pré-Incas, et sont toujours en activité.
Retour à Cuzco, pour une balade dans le quartier historique.
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JOUR 10 : CUZCO >>>CHINCHERO>>>URUBAMBA>>>OLLANTAYTAMBO>>>AGUAS CALIENTES (03/07/2017) Altitude 2050 mètres 3° à 19° Distance 130 kms Ensoleillé
Journée riche en transport, on quitte Cuzco à 10h00 en mini-bus pour rejoindre Ollantaytambo, et prendre notre train à 13h27. 1h50 de route dans la vallée sacrée des Incas nous charge déjà en émotion. Nous passons de 3400 à 2800 mètres jusqu’au village pour prendre notre train. Un train mythique, un train cher, le plus cher du monde au kilomètre parcouru. Mais la balade de 1h3 vaut le détour, les paysages sont somptueux, on longe le « rio vilcanota », quelques maisons, des ruines Incas parfois, nous sommes en pleine montagne. Pour en avoir une image, rappelez-vous cette publicité mythique pour du café colombien avec cette musique si andine bien connue, ou encore l’émission « des trains pas comme les autres », voilà vous y êtes ! A savoir qu’il y a 4 classes dans ce train, de la moins chère à la plus chère, Niveau Expedition, Niveau Vistadome, Niveau Hiram Bingham (du nom de l’américain qui a découvert le Machu Picchu le 24 juillet 1911), Niveau Andean Explorer (couchette). Nous sommes en Vistadome pour cet aller, c’est très confortable et goûter servi à bord inclus. Comptez environ 70$ à 150$ par personne pour un aller dans cette classe, cela peut monter à 550$ pour la classe Hiram Bingham et plus encore pour la dernière en couchette !
On arrive à 15h05 au village Machu Picchu ou encore appelé Aguas Calientes, un village construit de toutes pièces pour les départs vers la cité Inca du Machu Picchu. Il y a des dizaines d’hôtel, des dizaines de restaurants, des milliers de touristes du monde entier ! Petits chiffes, 1 millions de visiteurs par an soit 2730 par jour, toutes les nationalités sont représentées.
On sort de la gare, on doit traverser une sorte de marché de souvenirs, des dizaines de boutiques. On arrive enfin dans la bourgade, et on trouve notre hôtel, bien placé à 20 mètres de la vente des tickets de bus pour demain monter au Machu Picchu, et aussi à 50 mètres du départ des bus, début des rotations à 5h30, puis toutes les 10 minutes, ça sera pour demain matin. Pour info, ticket de bus à 24$ par personne, pas trop le choix, sinon c’est 8 kilomètres à pied avec un dénivelé de 400 mètres !
A demain…
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JOUR 11 : AGUAS CALIENTES>>>OLLANTAYTAMBO (04/07/2017) Altitude 2780 mètres 11° à 22° Distance 54 kms Ensoleillé
Aujourd’hui, c’est LA journée du voyage ! Réveillé par la sonnerie du portable 4h30 comme prévu, je jette un oeil par la fenêtre de la chambre, eh bien oui, la queue pour prendre les bus et monter au Machu Picchu fait déjà 200 mètres. Ni une ni deux, on s’habille, on descend, on zappe le petit-déjeuner, mais la dame nous fait 3 sandwichs et nous donne 3 bananes. Le temps de tout cela, on se met dans la queue, on doit être dans les 500 premiers, sachant que pour cette demi-journée seulement 2500 personnes accèderont au site Inca. (Avant 2500 pour la journée, maintenant 2500 le matin et 2500 pour l’après-midi, et ceci depuis le 1er juillet 2017).
Il est 5h45 et notre bus démarre, les bus démarre à 5h30 et ensuite un toutes les 5 minutes. On arrive à l’entrée du site vers 6h20, on refait la queue, tickets et passeport obligatoire en main, petit sac à dos, aucuns grands sacs ou valises ne sont autorisés sur le site. On passe assez vite, nous marchons encore quelques mètres, nous montons de nouveau une centaine de marches, et voilà, le site est devant nous, ouvert à nos yeux qui prennent la totalité de notre visage ! Imaginez-vous cette vue de dingue ! ON Y EST !
Il est 6h40 ! Je ne rajoute rien les photos vont parler d’elles-mêmes…..
3h30 de marche dans le site, ça monte ça descends, autant vous dire que cela est assez physique. Il est 10h10, voilà ça c’est fait ! (A savoir que l’on peut sortir du site et ré-entrer une seule fois).
On reprend le bus, et nous sommes de nouveau à Aguas Calientes, il est 11h00. Notre train des Andes pour Ollantaytambo, notre destination de ce soir est à 14h55, le temps de se poser à l’hôtel qui a garder notre petite valise. Sachez que nos 2 autres valises sont restés à Cuzco à l’hôtel que nous retrouverons que demain soir. (Inutile donc de vous trimbaler tous vos bagages jusqu’à Aguas Calientes, les hôtels de la vallée gardent vos bagages sans souci, prenez le minimum pour une nuit).
Il est 16h25, nous arrivons à Ollantaytambo, nous remontons depuis la gare à pied vers le centre de cette bourgade jolie à souhait ! C’est déjà un coup de cœur, nous sommes très content d’avoir choisi d’y faire escale, un simple tour à pied ce soir, ne nous laisse indifférent ! Des dizaines de ruelles aux murs Inca authentiques, d’ailleurs c’est la seule ville du Pérou qui à garder le tracé Inca des rues !
P’tit resto et apéro Pisco Sour bien sûr pour ce soir.
JOUR 12 : OLLANTAYTAMBO>>>URBAMBA>>>CHINCHERO>>>CUZCO (05/07/2017) Altitude 3400 mètres 5° à 22° Distance 76 kms Soleil
Retour à Cuzco aujourd’hui, mais avant cela, petite balade dans notre village d’Ollantaytambo, cela vaut le détour. Des ruines Inca et une forteresse à visiter. Déjà bonne balade à pied dans les ruelles de ce village, on s’incruste souvent dans les cours des maisons, on y vend tout plein d’objets et souvenirs, on peut même manger ou boire.
De façon insolite, dans une de ces maisons vivent de nombreux cochon d’inde, c’est une nourriture très appréciée des péruviens, comme nous les lapins, ils sont à même la boutique ou dans des clapiers.
3 canaux d’eau irriguent les habitations, c’est superbe.
La forteresse est impressionnante, elle couvre un pan de montagne d’environ 800 mètres, c’est ici que les conquistadors essuyèrent une défaite face aux flèches des Incas.
Puis en face de cette forteresse, il y a des ruines Inca, l’entrée est gratuite, le village Inca s’appelle Pinkuylluna, on monte dans la montagne par un chemin et de hautes marches, très rapidement on domine le village, superbe, à faire absolument !
On a un transport prévu à 13h pour rentrer sur Cuzco, il est bien à l’heure, sur le parcours nous passons à côté de plusieurs ruines Incas, notamment les très belles terrasses de Machoqolqa.
Dernier grand tour de ville, on repère quelques souvenirs possibles à ramener, et on termine à notre resto favori et pas cher « Balcon del sol » ! Un petit mot sur des panneaux et pancartes visibles quasiment partout, dans les lieux publics notamment ? Jardins, restaurants, etc. Panneau vertical de couleur vert et blanc avec un gros S dessus et la phrase « Zona segura en casos de sismos », il s’agit d’indiquer à la population, que ici c’est une zone de sécurité en cas de séisme, eh oui, ici au Pérou, la terre tremble tous les jours, mais nous ne ressentons rien, samedi dernier, léger séisme à Lima par exemple, et depuis le début de l’année 2017, pas moins de 6200 secousses dans tout le pays entre 3,8 et 5,6 de magnitude. Bonne Nuit………
JOUR 13 : CUZCO (06/07/2017) Altitude 3400 mètres 2° à 24° Distance 0 kms Soleil
Journée à Cuzco aujourd’hui, on part de l’hôtel à pied, direction la cité Inca de Saqsayhuaman ou Saqsaywaman, elle se situe à 1 kilomètre en montée de notre hôtel. Ce site est somptueux et domine la vallée et la ville de Cuzco. C’est une cité ou un sanctuaire, où l’on trouve la plus grande concentration de pierres Inca, taillées et imbriquées parfaitement sans aucun mortier au Pérou. Il y a ici des mégalithes de 3 mètres environ, certaines peuvent peser 18 tonnes. Le mystère reste entier quant au déplacement de ces pierres puisque les Incas ne connaissaient pas la roue ! En tous les cas, les mystères Incas seront difficiles à percer, ils intriguent, c’est peut-être pour ça que 2 groupes d’archéologues travaillent devant nous !
Juste à côté, il y a un Christ blanc d’où le panorama permet de belles photos sur la ville. Nous resterons ici 3h et ferons 5 kilomètres à pied en tout.
Pause à l’hôtel, puis on repart pour un deuxième tour, il nous reste à voir le marché San Pedro. Ce marché est assez grand et conforme à ceux rencontrés ici au Pérou. Chaque zone a son domaine, artisanat, viande, ustensiles de cuisine, boulangerie, jus de fruits, restauration, fruits et légumes, épices et fruits secs, fleurs. Les prix sont bon marché. On se fait par la même occasion un petit goûter de rue, nous prenons des « empanadas », petits chaussons fourrés à la viande ou au fromage.
Dernier petit resto à Cuzco, nous retrouvons à notre restaurant favori, « el Balcon del sur », toujours exceptionnel ! Cette fois on goute le « cuy al horno », comprendre, cochon d’inde au four ! Excellente chair, très fin !
J’ai oublié de préciser hier que dans les lieux publics, il y a des détecteurs de séismes aussi.
JOUR 14 : CUZCO>>>LIMA (07/07/2017) Vol direct LC Peru Altitude 152 mètres 15° à 22° Couvert
Aujourd’hui, journée de transit, après le petit déjeuner, on attend notre taxi. Hier soir, en ville j’avais intercepté un taxi et demandé de venir aujourd’hui à 10h00 nous récupérer pour nous emmener à l’aéroport, à 9h55, il est bien là !
On arrive à l’aéroport de Cuzco, nous sommes sur un vol intérieur sur la compagnie LC Perù. 1h15 de vol et nous atteignons le pacifique et la capitale Lima. Le « garua » dont j’avais parlé lors du premier jour est bien là. L’hôtel nous a envoyé un taxi, qui est bien là, 45 minutes de trajet, Lima est très embouteillé. Voilà nous y sommes, notre hôtel est très central et modeste, 23€ la nuit, à la décoration coloniale authentique, il s'agit d'un vieux palais restauré par un peintre péruvien, patios, recoins, escalier en colimaçon etc, de plus il y a une terrasse-jardin suspendus et 2 paons sur le toit, original !
Comme on a faim, on part en ville en direction de la place centrale, on mange dans un petit resto. Puis petite balade dans le centre historique et la « Plaza Major », c’est superbe !
JOUR 15 : LIMA>>>PARIS (08/07/2017) Vol direct Air France 15° à 22° Couvert
Dernier jour, autant vous dire que c’était trop court, et que nous reviendrons !
Petit-déjeuner servi par un français dans cet hôtel original, toujours les animaux sur la terrasse, tortues, aras aux couleurs multicolores. Petit tour ce matin avant de partir pour l’aéroport, direction le marché central et le mini quartier chinois, quasiment sans chinois !
Le marché est très authentique, puisque nous ne croisons aucun touristes, il y a un monde fou, on peut y manger pour 6 soles (1€60 environ). Nous goutons d’ailleurs des mini-chorizos péruviens pour 1 soles 50 !
Quelques boutique de souvenirs où nous achetons les derniers cadeaux, puis on retourne à l’hôtel.
Lima étant très embouteillé, on part assez tôt pour l’aéroport, 1h15 de trajet. Nous enregistrons les bagages et passons la douane, au revoir le Pérou !
Expression : « C’est pas le Pérou »
Cela veut dire en général, « c’est pas grand chose » (par rapport au Pérou, POURQUOI…
Le terme "Pérou" fait référence à l'Eldorado, ce pays parsemé d'or, où les Européens menaient des explorations afin de le trouver. Ce symbole de richesse qu'était le Pérou, a fait naître le mot "pérou" dans cette expression, pour désigner une fortune ou un trésor. De ce fait, la marque de la négation dans cette expression permet de qualifier quelque chose qui est sans importance, sans grand intérêt par rapport au Pérou qui lui a de la valeur.
Devise du pays : « Libre y Feliz por la Unión » : « Libre et Heureux par l'Union »
A SUIVRE BIENTOT
CONCLUSION PAR THEMES :Climat :
Population :
Vie quotidienne/mœurs :
Sécurité :
Transports :
Argent :
Langues :
Altitude :
Hébergement :
A voir/A faire :
Les Incas :
Les conquistadors :
CONCLUSION PAR THEMES :
Climat :
Dans l'absolu, la période la plus favorable s'étend de mai à mi-septembre mais sur la côte et à Lima de décembre à mars (attention saison des pluies).
Dans les sites archéologiques et l'Altiplano : de mai à mi-septembre (hiver austral) et également pour le trekking dans les Andes : de mai-juin à octobre (saison sèche, hiver austral) et enfin dans la forêt amazonienne : juillet-août.
Population :
Les peuples descendant des Incas, principalement Quechuas et Aymaras, représentent 45% de la population, suivis par les métis Européens/Amérindiens 37% et les descendants d'Européens 15%.
Dans les Andes et dans la forêt amazonienne, au contraire, la proportion de population amérindienne est beaucoup plus forte. Dans des villes comme Cusco, Puno, Huaraz, ou encore Cajamarca, et dans toute la campagne andine et amazonienne, la grande majorité de la population est très nettement amérindienne.
Il existe encore 13 à 18 tribus indigènes au Pérou, vivant en forêt amazonienne.
Vie quotidienne/mœurs :
La pauvreté est largement visible au Pérou, peu de gens possèdent une voiture par exemple. L’agriculture est très souvent manuelle, charrue à bœufs. Le travail des enfants a été abaissé récemment, il est aujourd’hui fixé à 12 ans.
L’accueil de la population est très chaleureux, on cherche à nous aider en cas de difficulté. Les habitudes vestimentaires sont conformes à l’image colorée, c’est rarement du folklore, c’est bien réel.
La cuisine péruvienne est très variée et bonne. Le choix est large, basé sur viande, poisson, légumes et fruits. Quelques plats typiques à goûter, « lomo saltado »-« ceviche »-« aji de gallina »-« cuy »-« papa a la Huancaína »-« pollo a la brasa°»-« anticuchos°», n’oubliez pas les « empanadas°» vendus dans la rue, petits chaussons fourrés à la viande ou au fromage, le tout arrosé du fameux « pisco Sour », apéritif typique d’Amérique latine !
Sécurité :
La sécurité générale au Pérou s'est plutôt améliorée. La police est très présente dans les zones touristiques, et la loi tend à punir plus sévèrement une attaque contre un touriste que contre un Péruvien. Reste que les vols et les agressions ne sont pas rares à Lima et dans des villes comme en France, pour notre part, nous n’avons ressenti aucune insécurité.
Transports :
Le réseau de transport aérien ou routier est excellent, plusieurs aéroports sont répartis dans le pays et des compagnies de bus relient facilement les grandes villes. La location de voiture est possible, les routes sont en bon état.
Argent :
La monnaie nationale est le nouveau sol, le dollar américain et l’euro sont très répandus, à Aguas Calientes, tout peut être payé en $. Des distributeurs de billets sont disponibles partout, idem pour le change.
Langues :
Il y a 3 langues officielles, espagnol, quechua, aymara. Sachant que le quechua et l’aymara sont des langues maternelles, l’espagnol est apprit à l’école.
Altitude :
Le mal d’altitude (ou mal aigu des montagnes, alias soroche) est dû à une carence en oxygène (plus pauvre en altitude) et tout le monde peut être concerné ; il n’y a absolument aucune corrélation avec la forme physique ou le style de vie. Il peut apparaître à n’importe quelle altitude au-dessus de 2 500 m et à n’importe quel moment. Quelques effets : maux de tête, souffle court, nausées, vision momentanément brouillée, saignement de nez, perte d’appétit, insomnie, fatigue anormale. Dans la plupart des cas, ces troubles disparaissent au bout de quelques jours si l'on observe scrupuleusement quelques règles de base. Pour absorber plus d'oxygène, le corps doit aussi produire plus de globules rouges : donc, règle d'or, éviter tout effort inutile, mesurer ses gestes, marcher lentement, respirer doucement à pleins poumons, ne pas courir. Les fumeurs devront idéalement réduire leur consommation. De même, il n’est pas conseillé de prendre des somnifères ni de boire de l’alcool. À l’inverse, consommer beaucoup d’eau, de thé ou de soupes. La feuille de coca reste un remède courant. Vous pouvez la mastiquer ou, le plus courant, la boire en infusion, le mate de coca.
Hébergement :
C’est le domaine où votre budget sera faible, l’hébergement peut démarrer à 10€ la nuit (dortoir) à 100€ (luxe), eau chaude très rependue, chauffage présent en altitude. Le petit-déjeuner est souvent inclus, ainsi que le wi-fi. Chez l’habitant, cela est aléatoire, les couvertures en alpaga remplaceront le chauffage, parfois eau froide aussi, wi-fi rare.
A voir/A faire :
Côtoyer l’histoire des Incas et de la conquête espagnole bien sûr, au travers des vestiges Incas somptueux de la vallée sacrée ou des centres-villes coloniaux. Principaux sites : Cuzco, capitale de l’empire Inca, une ville coloniale construite sur des soubassements Inca. La vallée sacrée depuis Cuzco au Machu Picchu par le chemin de l’Inca ou en empruntant le train le plus haut du monde. Aussi l’Altiplano, le canyon Colca, la ville coloniale de Arequipa, on n’oublie pas la civilisation Nasca et ses fameux géoglyphes mystérieux...La forêt amazonienne pour les plus aventureux, aller à Puerto Maldonado.
Les Incas :
La civilisation inca est une civilisation précolombienne du groupe andin. Elle prend naissance au début du XIII siècle dans le bassin de Cusco dans l'actuel Pérou et se développe ensuite le long de l'océan Pacifique et de la cordillère des Andes, couvrant la partie occidentale de l'Amérique du Sud. À son apogée, elle s'étend de la Colombie jusqu'à l'Argentine et au Chili, par-delà l'Équateur, le Pérou et la Bolivie.
Elle est à l'origine de l'empire inca, l'un des grands royaumes de l'Amérique précolombienne. Cet empire avait pour chef suprême le Sapa Inca. L'empire inca fut conquis par les conquistadors espagnols sous les ordres de Francisco Pizarro à partir de 1532.
L'une des grandes singularités de cet empire fut d'avoir intégré, dans une organisation étatique originale, la multiplicité socioculturelle des populations hétérogènes qui le composaient.
Les conquistadors :
La conquête de l’Empire inca désigne, dans l'historiographie, l'annexion du territoire Inca, à l'Empire espagnol à partir de 1532 (date de la capture de l'Inca Atahualpa). Néanmoins, même si les évènements les plus significatifs ont eu lieu entre 1531 et 1534, lors des expéditions des conquistadors Francisco Pizarro et Diego de Almagro, la conquête est la conséquence directe de la première expédition espagnole de Pascual de Andagoya, en 1522, et elle s'achève à la fin de la résistance inca, en 1574.
QUESTIONS ???
Bonjour Didier,
Merci beaucoup de ce retour, je vais garder précieusement ce carnet. Le Pérou est dans notre top liste, je ne manquerai pas de revenir vers toi pour la préparation d'un prochain périple 🙂.
Mais probablement pas encore en 2018, trop de superbes destinations encore à découvrir, il faut faire un choix 🙁.
Isabelle
Bonjour Didier,
Merci beaucoup de ce retour, je vais garder précieusement ce carnet. Le Pérou est dans notre top liste, je ne manquerai pas de revenir vers toi pour la préparation d'un prochain périple 🙂.
Mais probablement pas encore en 2018, trop de superbes destinations encore à découvrir, il faut faire un choix 🙁.
Isabelle
l’hébergement peut démarrer à 10€ la nuit (dortoir) à 100€ (luxe)
L'entrée-de-gamme commence à 5 euros par nuitée, voire moins.
Pour ma part, en août 2016, au Pérou Nord puis sur l'axe Huacanvelica -> Abancay / Cachora, mes hébergements en chambre simple m'ont coûté de 10 à 30 soles, avec une moyenne à 17,7 soles sur 23 nuitées. En général, salle-de-bains collectives avec eau chaude. Wifi inclus systématiquement (sauf pendant le trek où l'électricité était déjà rare). Même à Huacanvelica où l'eau chaude n'est pas fréquente en entrée-de-gamme.
Les 2 seuls dortoirs utilisés m'ont coûté 20 soles, l'un à Yanama pendant un trek, l'autre à Paracas.
Peut-être est-ce différent dans les hauts-lieux touristiques que sont Arequipa et Cuzco. Mais il ne faut pas généraliser à tout le reste du Pérou.
Les peuples descendant des Incas, principalement Quechuas et Aymaras
Les incas n'étaient qu'une petite tribu au sein des ethnies andines.
S'ils ont effectivement réussi à dominer les autres ethnies et à établir un empire du nord du Chili au sud de la Colombie, ils n'ont pas pour autant remplacer les populations en place. Même s'ils ont effectivement imposé des déplacements de populations.
C'est d'ailleurs parce que la domination des Incas n'était pas bien acceptée par les populations locales que les conquistadors ont pu mettre à bas cet empire avec si peu de moyens. Nombre de populations locales se sont alliées aux conquistadors pour échapper au joug des incas. Pour s'apercevoir quelques décennies plus tard qu'ils n'avaient qu'échanger une domination pour une autre...
De nos jours, les amérindiens sont loin d'être des descendants des incas.
Certes, l'empire inca créé par Pachacutec (milieu du XVe siècle) est célèbre en Occident, mais à l'échelle de l'Histoire multi-millénaire du Pérou, cela n'a été qu'une courte période, moins d'1 siècle. Sans comparaison aucune avec la période de Chavin ou celle des Huari qui avaient déjà unifié le territoire. En la matière, les incas n'étaient que des héritiers.
Une réalité qui apparaît clairement quand on visite le Nord du Pérou.
La vallée sacrée depuis Cuzco au Machu Picchu par le chemin de l’Inca ou en empruntant le train le plus haut du monde.
C'est vraiment ce qu'ils en disent ? En tout cas, je n'ai pas souvenir d'une telle revendication quand je l'ai emprunté en septembre 2006.
A ma connaissance, la plus haute ligne ferroviaire du Pérou relie Lima à Huancayo.
Quand au niveau mondial, cela doit être la ligne ferroviaire desservant Lhassa au Tibet.
Par contre, ligne ferroviaire présentant le prix au km le plus élevé au Monde, c'est tout à fait possible. Moins convaincant évidemment comme argument de vente 😠. D'où l'attrait économique de l'accès routier jusqu'à Santa Teresa, puis Hidroelectica, avant de rejoindre à pied Aguas Calientes.
Fabrice
P.S. : Cuzco n'est pas dans la Vallée Sacrée, qui correspond à une courte portion de la Vallée de l'Urubamba, grossièrement entre Pisaq et Ollataytambo.
la conquête est la conséquence directe de la première expédition espagnole de Pascual de Andagoya, en 1522
Pas faux, même si je tique sur le "directe" qualifiant le lien de causalité. Car c'est de loin, Andagoya n'étant parvenu qu'au nord de l'Equateur, en extrême limite de l'Empire Inca de l'époque.
Avec Pizarro et Almagro pour compagnons lors de cette expédition, reconnaissons qu'Andagoya a été l'initiateur de ce qui aboutira plus de 10 ans plus tard à la conquête.
Sans doute cette première expédition a-t-elle diffusé auprès des populations côtoyées des maladies européennes (par ex. la variole) qui s'avérèrent mortelles pour les amérindiens. Dont le Sapa Inca Huayna Capac, père des frères ennemis Atahualpa et Huascar. Cause indirecte de la guerre civile qui précéda juste l'arrivée de Pizarro et facilita grandement sa conquête.
Merci pour avoir attiré l'attention sur Andagoya, dont j'ignorais tout.
Here we go... It s been almost a month since we got back, and my head is still over there... Just like every time... For my own sake, I know travel journals…
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
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!!!
Here we go with this second travel journal dedicated to the American West! It’s a must when you love it! 😊
We had left off in the charming town of Bisbee, which once thrived thanks to its copper mines. Today, mining is a thing of the past, and the town seems a bit sleepy.
Unfortunately, I didn’t dig deep enough on-site to answer all the questions my observations raised. Guess I’ll have to *dig* into the subject a bit more... no pun intended! 😊
Let’s hop back in the car and head a little further south to check out the esplanade that offers a view—if you can call it that—of the impressive open-pit mine.
Then, it’s off to the Lowell neighborhood.
Preserved almost exactly as it was, this area must’ve been bustling in its heyday. The vintage cars are still around, storefronts and signs look like they’re straight out of another era, and the whole place has a pretty amazing vibe. You’d almost think you were on Route 66!
Here, we’re not just discovering an old neighborhood—it’s a little slice of American history. And, a detail that’s great for my physical health: the area isn’t too spread out.
Lucky me! 😊
I won’t post too many photos here since I think I can turn them into a future photo exhibit. Between these and some shots from Route 66, I should have more than enough material! So, let’s keep a few under wraps... to preserve the surprise. 😊
So, a new year has begun. It’s time to reconnect with the VF buddies and wish you all my best for 2026—a year I hope is obviously full of travel, since, as I just made up:
"If travel’s good, everything’s good" 😄.
To celebrate, I’m inviting you into my new "travel journal," the one from our latest trip in November 2025, a little two-week adventure.
This time, we headed to The Gambia, a tiny country tucked right in the middle of Senegal, before making our way to Casamance.
The Gambia is English-speaking, Senegal is French-speaking, but the locals? They couldn’t care less—because in this part of the world, they mostly speak Wolof, Fula, Jola, or Mandinka.
Hence the title: Senegambia 😉.
As usual, I’m sharing the live updates I sent to friends and family—super casual, of course.
I know this isn’t the kind of destination that draws crowds, but if you love adventure, laughter, and emotion, it might just be your thing 😊.
Alright, this year, we're heading back to South America!
The initial plan was to retrace the route we imagined in the summer of 2020: a trip to northern Argentina starting from Córdoba.
Unfortunately, the flight to Córdoba no longer exists, and airfares to Javier Milei’s country are both outrageously priced and involve multiple layovers.
So, I tweaked Google Flights every which way and finally found a flight within my budget—departing from Clermont-Ferrand!
Not to Argentina, though...
Our transatlantic flight will cross the snow-capped Andes, landing in Santiago, Chile, with a return from Lima!
In between, two domestic flights and a big road trip loop starting from the coastal city of Arica to explore the treasures of northern Chile.
Our mode of transport: a pseudo 4x4 that won’t take us through sand dunes or devilish tracks but will let us tackle the entire secondary network, including unpaved main roads, while still being insured.
Is the suitcase packed with all-season clothes?
Are the driver’s license and passport ready?
Bank cards and a few euros too?
Off we go for just over 3 weeks of southern wanderings!
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To keep all my esteemed readers on track, here are a few maps outlining the Arica-Arica loop!
1- From Arica to San Pedro de Atacama via Pica and the Salar de Huasco
2- Around San Pedro
3- From San Pedro to Cariquima
4- From Cariquima to Putre
5 - From Putre to Arica
Gas stations in this part of Chile are located in Arica, Iquique, Pozo Almonte, Pica, Calama, and San Pedro de Atacama.
I’m sharing a little recap of this new 4-week trip to China—nothing fancy, just my experience.
We’re taking advantage of the extended visa exemption to return to China for the 4th time. I loved last summer’s trip so much that I’m a bit worried about being disappointed this year. Plus, I’ve had a few hiccups before this departure: my WeChat account got blocked, and I couldn’t recover it (luckily, Alipay still works fine); I couldn’t verify my 12306 account for weeks; Trip.com failed to book our second train; and I’ve got an injury that’ll slow me down during the trip... Ugh, I hate starting a trip with these kinds of issues. Then, oh surprise! Just before leaving, my 12306 account got verified! Super easy to use from that point on—I could book a few train tickets without fees.
We’re sticking with Free’s e-SIMs, which work great in China.
August 2–3
Anyway, on the morning of August 2nd, we took the RER to CDG. As usual, we couldn’t check in online. It’s always a bit frustrating, especially since we didn’t have any checked luggage. We flew with Air China. We arrived at the check-in counter at 9:50 AM, 2 hours and 40 minutes before the flight. The line for our check-in stretched 300 meters across the airport in both directions. What a joke!! We spent 1 hour and 45 minutes in that line just to reach the counter and get our boarding passes. By then, it was 11:35 AM, and boarding had already started at 11:20 AM. The screens showed a 25-minute walk to our gate—on the other side of the airport, of course—plus we had to go through passport control and security... Long story short, the plane didn’t leave without us 🙂 We boarded among the last passengers, and we took off at 12:30 PM. We’d flown Air China four times before, but this time, it felt *really* low-cost. The check-in chaos, the cramped seats (12 seats per row), no music by artists known outside China, mediocre food, and a boarding area at Beijing Airport with only 10 seats—worthy of Ryanair or EasyJet. And yet, the price was sky-high. Again, D.’s vacation requests were denied outside of July and August, so we’re traveling from August 2nd to 30th. We couldn’t have picked a worse time for inflated prices, and with the situation in Iran, we got hit with a 390 € fuel surcharge. I’ve never paid so much for flights—I felt like I’d bought business class, but nope, far from it!!
We landed in Beijing around 4:15 AM. It was 28°C with thick fog. We drove and drove and drove for 20 minutes, as usual in Beijing. Then we went through a first check, a second check, a third check, and waited for our connecting flight at 6:40 AM. A small Airbus A320, but way more space than in the Boeing 777 from the first flight. We landed in Kunming, Yunnan, around 10:15 AM in the rain.
We headed to the subway. You can’t pay at the machines with Alipay here either, so we set up the transport QR code directly in Alipay to scan at the subway gates. The process is a bit long the first time if you haven’t entered your info before, but once it’s done, it’s *so* much easier! We took Line 6 to the terminus for 6 yuan each.
We’d booked a hotel nearby, on the 16th floor. It’s actually studios on different floors of a huge residential building. The view’s pretty nice from here. We settled in quickly—back to those wooden beds, or rather, mattresses as hard as wood, which we *hadn’t* missed...
Then we went out for our first bowl of noodles of the trip and wandered through the shopping streets of the old town.
It was crowded, and the weather was cool—around 19–20°C. We tried a local specialty: milk skin, thick, dried, then grilled with rose jam. Yeah... we won’t be having that again. The taste and texture of the milk skin... no thanks.
We saw a lot of wild mushroom hotpot too. It’s on our list for later. We also passed through the Jinma and Biji gates, where I played with reflections in puddles. I *love* doing that 🙂
At the end of the day, we headed to a temple advertised as open 24/7 on Amap. Of course, when we got there, it was closed. We’ll go back tomorrow. That was the first of many disappointments with Amap this trip—I hadn’t had that issue on previous visits.
We were exhausted after that sleepless flight. Night was falling, and we decided to grab a quick bite without much appetite. We shared a delicious vegetable fried rice for 12 yuan—we even left half of it. The portions are *huge*.
After a couple of small purchases, we headed back at 9 PM, wiped out, after walking 17 km between the airports and these first steps in Kunming. I expected to see quite a few Western travelers here, but we didn’t spot a single one. Instead, we met lots of curious Chinese people, many of them super friendly and helpful—almost *too* eager, like when they’d run to serve us as fast as possible. It’s a bit much, but it’s great to be back!
I hope this travel journal might interest some people, but since we were completely self-sufficient (tent, sleeping bag, pot, cooking over a wood fire…) almost every day, I don’t have many hotel addresses or great restaurant tips to share! Sorry!
We used the Maio map at 1:50,000 scale. It’s part of the Boa Vista/Sal/Maio map. Bought on Amazon, but currently unavailable as of the latest news.
The people of Maio are extremely welcoming and warm, and we were always more than well received in the villages where we pitched our tent!
We’re usually big hikers, but since Maio is a beach island (gorgeous ones, at that!), we alternated a few hours of walking in the morning with some relaxation in the afternoon: beach, reading, fishing, resting…
1 euro = 110 escudos
Day 1 (Friday) Transfers by plane: Fogo-Praia-Maio
We opted for the plane to save some time on transfers, as the boat connections between Fogo and Praia take a while, and those between Praia and Maio are almost nonexistent.
You should budget around 40-50 euros per flight per person.
There are 2 flights per week between Praia and Maio—on Tuesdays and Fridays when we were there (January 2016), but currently on Mondays and Fridays.
A bit of a delay leaving Praia, but we arrived on Maio without any problems around 4 PM.
We took an *aluguer* (shared transport, 200 escudos per person) to the center of Vila do Maio, but it’s totally doable on foot with a backpack.
Since it was already a bit late, for this first night, we dropped our bags at Big Game Maio. A standard European-style hotel run by a very nice Italian family. It’s a bit pricey for us (5500 escudos for 2 people with breakfast), but after our 2 weeks in a tent on Fogo, we were happy to find a little comfort. And the breakfast is ultra-generous, with fresh products (cured ham, fruit, cheese, bread) and top quality. The hotel restaurant offers dishes that are a clever mix of Italian and Cape Verdean cuisine. Excellent!
Little tip: We didn’t try it, but Big Game Maio offers big-game fishing trips, diving, and quad rentals.
The hotel is 2 minutes from Vila’s beautiful beach, and we went for a dip at sunset and took a stroll around town. They’re redeveloping the waterfront with pretty sidewalks and light stone walls.
Vila beach
Sunset behind Santiago
Day 2 (Saturday): rest day + fishing
After 2 weeks of hiking and since Vila is such a peaceful place where it’s nice to take your time, we decided to spend an extra day there. We took the path heading south along the coast to reach Ponta Preta beach in 20 minutes. The path isn’t very pretty because there’s quite a bit of construction going on, which prevents you from really walking along the shore. Lots of real estate agencies, especially Italian ones, have taken over the land. But Ponta Preta beach is a stunning black-sand beach where we had the whole place to ourselves. We decided to go fishing from the rocks.
At 1 PM, the sun was blazing, so we headed back to Vila and dried the fish for the following days.
At 6 PM, we went fishing again, but this time at night from the rocks at the end of Vila beach.
8:30 PM: back to shower and eat at the restaurant.
The rocks and sea at Ponta Preta
Day 3 (Sunday): from Vila do Maio to Calheta de Baixo, via Monte Batalha (path 101) Hiking time: 5h
Since there aren’t many “summits” on Maio, we decided to head to Calheta de Baixo but via Monte Batalha. We left at 8:20 AM and somehow made it to Monte Batalha by 11 AM (2h40 of hiking). But the path is really hard to find in the middle of the dry grass and acacia trees. We kind of cut through randomly, aiming for the summit. Even though it’s not very high (around 300 m), the view is amazing—you can see all of Maio at 360°!
Short 30-minute break. The descent through the “forest” of acacias is even worse for finding your way. We oriented ourselves a bit by the sun to find the road connecting Vila to Calheta. We arrived around 1:30 PM at Calheta de Baixo. A very pretty little seaside village with colorful houses. An idyllic beach, a newly renovated square, and super-friendly people. We pitched our tent facing the sea on the terrace of an abandoned house (after asking the locals for permission).
We cooked some of the dried fish we’d caught the day before, along with fresh beans we’d brought from Fogo (and were still carrying!).
At the summit of Monte Batalha
Calheta
Calheta de Baixo
Day 4 (Monday): From Calheta de Baixo to Morrinho on foot. Hiking time: 3h. Then hitching a bus to Cascabulho, and a car to Pedro Vaz.
We left around 9:30 AM heading north (path 201), following the coastline where the beaches just keep coming—each one wilder and more beautiful than the last: Praia de Soca, Calheta Braca, Ponta de Pau Seco, Calhetina. We reached the dunes of Baia de Santana. There’s no real path, so you have to follow the coast, then go around the dunes, and when you spot the 3 coconut trees, head east toward them to find the track leading to Morrinho. Again, we discovered a village with a Wild West vibe, with colorful houses lined up on either side of a paved road. Just enough time to accept a drink offered by a local before jumping onto the passing school bus that took us to Cascabulho. There, we waited for a ride. A political delegation of 10 cars drove right past us without stopping. Luckily, one of the cars had a flat tire and came by 30 minutes later—and that one, thankfully, gave us a lift! They were heading to the inauguration of a water pump in Pedro Vaz. So that’s where we stopped too. After getting permission from the school principal, we pitched our tent in front of the village school… and became the attraction for all the kids who kept us company until nightfall! A woman gave us 2 jugs of water, but with all that company, it was tough to take a peaceful shower!!
Dinner: pasta with beans.
We were woken up by rain during the night and had to rush to bring all our stuff inside the tent!
The beaches just keep coming...
The dunes
The 3 coconut trees, a landmark to find the track
Day 5 (Tuesday): Rest day and fishing at Boca da Ribeira beach
We packed up at 8 AM because the kids had school. We filled the 2 water jugs that the woman lent us and headed down to camp at Boca da Ribeira beach, which is a bit further east of Pedro Vaz. It took less than an hour to get there. This time, we really were alone in the world! We pitched the tent and spent the day fishing, reading, playing, and swimming regularly because the sun was beating down hard!!! We caught a nice fish that we grilled over the fire in the evening. With the crabs and shellfish we gathered, we made a seafood rice! Yum! What a feast!
That night, once the tent was zipped up, we felt something like rain on the tent fabric. I decided to go out and gather our things, and then—shock!!! It wasn’t raindrops we were feeling and hearing, but bugs attracted by the light!! Not just a few bugs—a huge swarm of them!!! Thousands of bugs covering the whole tent, the ropes, slipping into the seams and hems! Everywhere! The blue tent had turned green!!! After that, it was a real struggle to get back inside without letting any in! A real challenge, and there were always 3 or 4 that managed to sneak in anyway. Total war!!!
Boca da Ribeira beach
Day 6 (Wednesday): From Boca da Ribeira to Ribeira Dom João. Hiking time: 3h30
We woke up leisurely and waited for the sun to dry our things, damp from the dew. A man passed by, and we gave him the water jugs we’d borrowed, which saved us a trip back to Pedro Vaz to return them to the woman.
We left around 10 AM. We followed the sea to Alcatraz, then headed toward Pilão Cão. The path runs alongside the small hills on our right, and we passed above Lagoa Cimidor. The terrain is arid, and the path is hard to find among the many goat tracks.
After 3h30 of hiking, we reached Ribeira Dom João with 2 young people we’d met along the way.
Since it was a public holiday in Cape Verde, the kids didn’t have school, and with the principal’s permission, we pitched our tent in the kindergarten. She even kindly opened the school toilets for us. The neighbor gave us the water we needed to wash up and cook. We cooked beef steaks on charcoal. A nice change from fish!! Charcoal is a widespread artisanal product on the island. People almost never cook directly over wood but always with these big chunks of charcoal.
The hills on our right
Ribeira Dom João
Day 7 (Thursday): From Ribeira Dom João to Vila do Maio. Hiking time: 3h30
We woke up at 6:30 AM to clear out of the school by 8 AM. The neighbor made us coffee to save time. It took us 2 hours to reach Barreiro, another Wild West-style town! Since we didn’t want to walk on the road, we took the old track and reached Vila do Maio in 1h30.
Last night before taking the plane back to Praia the next day.
Barreiro
The old track
The church in Vila do Maio
That’s where this trip ends!
Maio is truly a magical island! A remote, isolated place with incredible, wild beaches and villages with a Wild West feel—colorful houses on either side of well-paved, well-maintained, and decorated streets. And the locals are so warm and welcoming.
Even for hikers like us, it was a great discovery, and we were able to alternate hiking and relaxation with great pleasure! Too bad the area around Vila do Maio is being overrun by real estate construction—ongoing, unfinished, abandoned…
And we still haven’t seen everything!
Before setting off for new horizons at the end of this year, it’s time for me to share my trip to Cape Verde this summer 2025.
I particularly love these spontaneous trips, and our stay in Cape Verde is one of those because it was only at the beginning of April that we decided on this getaway, which had been catching our eye for a while, given our love for the mountains.
As always—well, when it’s open—I turned to VF, and I want to immediately thank Marie, aka ptitortue, who helped me a lot in planning this trip through her travel journals and our exchanges!
Because Cape Verde is both small and vast! We decided not to rush from one airport to another, to enjoy the places and the people, but also to relax, since the work backlog from being stuck in May (see my previous travel journal 😅) had to be caught up on in June.
So, 4 islands will be our winners from 06/28 to 07/19:
Santiago first for logistical reasons, as round-trip flights from the capital Praia were the cheapest (650 €/person from Lyon via Lisbon with TAP, still!)
São Vicente, because it’s the gateway to the next one but ultimately more than that...
Santo Antão, pretty much the main goal of the trip since Marie (and the photos) had really sold it to me.
And finally, Sal Island, for some rest—a non-negotiable condition for my other half—and we’ll see that I should’ve listened to Marie...
That said, what a chatterbox I am—buckle up, flight attendants at the doors, off we go on new beautiful escapes! (Thanks to Sophie for the easy loan)
Last note for my eager fan club 😏: yes, there will be alcohol—how could there not be in the land of grogue!
"So, my little wanderers, back at the decks? What’s this mystery destination you’ve got in store for us at the start of the year?"
Yes, the schoolyard bell’s ringing again! We’re hitting the road... or rather, the skies! At first glance, our destination might surprise more than a few. First off, simply because I was here exactly twenty years ago, and I don’t usually like retracing my own footsteps. Secondly, because the name of this place screams mass tourism—basically the opposite of what Flo and I look for.
Despite that, in this land of backsheesh, I’d promised myself I’d come back one day to experience it my way. And since Flo told me, during our wanderer chats, that this destination straddling Africa and the Middle East was in her top 2 travel dreams, the stars aligned for this roots-style trip to quickly make it onto our pharaonic festivities program! Unless you’re totally clueless in general knowledge, you’ve probably guessed by now—we’re off to Egypt! Of course, a few classics will be on our itinerary, but above all, we want to soak up a culture that can’t be appreciated in four-star resorts or on a Nile cruise boat. And let’s be clear, these next two weeks won’t be a walk in the park—neither for our two daughters who are joining us, nor for our bodies!
And that’s clear from the get-go: after our first flight, eight hours of trying (and failing) to sleep on Milan airport’s metal seats, our second flight, landing, passport stamps, our Uber ride, and our first Cairo kilometers, we finally drop our exhaustion at the little guesthouse we booked in Giza. Doesn’t all that energy deserve a little reward?
Oh, absolutely! And here it is: a full-on slap in the face for everyone! But just look at this view from our hotel terrace? For 20 € a night for four, even with this incredible view, I figured the room must be pretty shabby, right? Nope... Is the staff rude, then? Nope... Okay, so what’s the catch? You’re gonna tell me breakfast is included too? Well, yes! Honestly, this Egypt trip is off to a great start.
And the rest of the afternoon, spent rubbing shoulders with locals, only confirmed this vibe. After digesting our pyramid view, we dove into the hustle and bustle of our neighborhood with the goal of exchanging money, eating at street stalls, and testing the hospitality of the locals. Ten out of ten!
Eight little sun breads with baba ganoush and falafel? 80 pounds, or 1.5 €. A dozen Middle Eastern pastries? Same! 80 pounds! Two hawawshis, those little pita breads stuffed with meat and spices? 10 pounds each, or about twenty cents! Not to mention all those smiles and free "welcomes" left and right!!!
What a welcome! We end this first day with a sunset over the three sisters of Giza—where we’ll obviously be gawking tomorrow...
Hi everyone, we're back from a DIY USA road trip we organized from July 31, 2026, to August 26, 2026.
The destination: The Southwest USA, including Texas, Arizona, and New Mexico. Roughly 7,000 kilometers covered.
The car: A Chevrolet Equinox for two, rented through BSP Auto and Avis. Inside, we had 2 suitcases, a travel bag, two carry-on bags, a Walmart cooler, photo gear, and water bottles (a 40-pack).
The route: Dallas DFW, Fort Worth, Houston, Austin, San Antonio, Alpine, El Paso, Tucson, Sedona, Albuquerque, Amarillo, and back to Dallas to finish with a departure from DFW.
The travelers: Two seniors well advanced in years (73 and 75) but still active (nothing too physically demanding—to stay alive and fund our trips), fully independent physically, though a bit less so mentally. Big USA fans, a country where anything is possible. More walkers than hikers, preferring 3-star hotels over roadside motels, Italian restaurants over US food, frequent stops for photos, museums over nothing, naps over forced marches. Not too whiny, just enough to stay French in the land of the "great Satan," as they say.
Not great with languages—street English (but handy), and my Spanish is non-existent except for: "Hola! Una cerveza por favor!" That’s about it. My wife understands everything but refuses to speak.
The cost of the road trip: Around 12,000 €, including AF flights, the car, gas, gifts, visits, and everything else. Well managed, since we’d budgeted 13,500 € initially.
The positive side: A delight, with those endless open roads. Museums to discover. The realization of the Hispanic presence and its important history in this part of America. Lovely locals. Tourists who were more or less friendly. A terrible Texan accent that was hard to understand. Gas stations that were like real stores, with prepared food, alcohol sold in Arizona and New Mexico, and employees who were always up for a laugh!
The negative side: The heat throughout the trip... 43°C in Dallas at the end. Impossible to walk the streets. Lots of homeless people in downtown Dallas. Hotel breakfasts that were always the same. You get used to it.
So, it was positive overall, but the concept is starting to wear us out. We might rethink the DIY road trip model for next time. If the man upstairs grants us more time.
Next up, we’ll wait for the first batch of sorted photos to go through the wringer.
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...
Traveling with just one spare pair of underwear, considering a hot shower a miracle, never staying in the same place too long by sleeping wherever night catches us, taking whatever local, improbable, and rickety transport we can find—this is the DNA of us wanderers. Except this time, the script for our movie is going to be a whole different genre. On paper, the destination doesn’t exactly scream epic adventure: Réunion! And what’s more... we won’t be two, or four, or even ten. We’ll be a solid thirty. All from the same family. Yes, thirty. At this point, it’s not just a trip—it’s a summer camp on the move! Why inflict this on such a peaceful island? Because my brother decided to get married there with his lovely bride. A great idea, you might say... especially when it involves relocating the equivalent of a small Ardennes village 10,000 kilometers from home for three weeks! So who’s stepping up to be the guide and wave the little flag?
So, for an exceptional trip, exceptional stories! Don’t worry, the debates at the supermarket over whether to choose plain chips or roast chicken chips, the beach picnics washed down with ti’ punch, and other rougail sausages to digest by the pool will only make it into the family archives. Here, I’ll stick to the tales of our beautiful escapes, the ones where we explore the wild corners of this little volcanic rock planted in the middle of the Indian Ocean. So where exactly are we headed?
For the first week—the subject of this first installment—we’re taking it easy. We’ll start by rediscovering the coastline, from the Souffleur in Saint-Leu to the Hermitage lagoon, before a little trip to the Cirque de Cilaos and its legendary road with 400 turns, just to get our legs warmed up.
"How about a Christmas market this year, huh? A little romantic weekend getaway...
- Yes! That’d be cool! Strasbourg? Colmar?
- Feels a bit déjà vu, doesn’t it? Plus, slim chance of snow there... And I’d love something a bit more exotic with a touch of originality..."
"Okay, Google, give me the list of the five most beautiful Christmas markets in Europe.
- In fifth place, the Christmas market in Vilnius, the capital of Lithuania.
- Save your breath! Lithuania, here we come!"
We wanted cold, and cold is exactly what we got the moment we set foot in this new, unknown land. As for landscapes, forests and lakes stretch as far as the eye can see across this vast plain, its vegetation scorched by the frost of a winter that’s clearly already well underway here.
Lakes, in fact, set the scene for our first visit to Trakai Castle, whose brick-red towers and walls rise proudly against the azure sky of our first day. Lakes, because this castle was built on an island and is only accessible on foot via a series of walkways spanning half-frozen lake offshoots. I couldn’t have picked a better spot to build my castle! Translation: We’re totally sold! Proof is we spend two hours hiking around the area, alternating between forests, reeds, and cozy houses tastefully decorated for Christmas.
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.
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 three years at most in Thailand, and I’m not a big expert on the country.
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 piece together a puzzle, mainly for those who want to get an idea of the country here and for those who miss 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 guards 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 property, be careful at night, and be careful when they’re in packs.
It sometimes crosses our minds that Thailand isn’t really 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, are 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 broken for years.
You’ll often see dogs sleeping on the side of the road, sometimes right on the road. When you arrive, they move aside nonchalantly—or not at all. It’s less funny when they suddenly appear from thick vegetation, which reminds 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. Seeing a small pack roaming freely in the countryside, you might think it’s best not to cross paths with them at the edge of a field.
A darker side of this is that euthanasia isn’t often practiced. Twice, we saw dogs at temples on the brink of death, enduring terrible suffering. No one did anything about it. The image (and the smell) of one of them, dying and emitting 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 well-fed animal quickly became a happy, 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 in them 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 a gimmick—it’s just that 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.
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!
If I close my eyes and think of the Sultanate of Oman, I first smell a light scent of incense, feel the warmth of a sunbeam on my skin, before sand slips through my fingers. I taste the sweetness of a date, a real candy, then the flavor of coffee with a hint of cardamom and rosewater... I hear the desert wind whistling in my ears, the distant call of a muezzin, then the murmur of water. I open my eyes to see smiles, welcoming gestures, a turquoise sea, rocks ranging from ochre to purple, deep wadis where torrents burst forth, orange dunes, white sandy beaches where tiny crabs scurry at full speed. I see incredible oases emerging between arid mountains. I see abandoned villages that I’d dream were full of life, imposing fortresses overlooking valleys, and lively souks where offers are delicate and negotiation is a mutual courtesy.
All that, and so much more.
This is what I tried to capture in my illustrated travel journal, which I’ll fill in here and there with photos.
I drew this journal “cold,” after my return (actually, I made it this summer, while our trip was last winter). It’s a pretty special format—I bought it in Japan without really knowing what I’d do with it. Well, it found its purpose! Below is a photo of this accordion-style journal: here, it’s only partially open, because when fully unfolded, it’s 5 meters long!
For drawing enthusiasts: The accordion format is both a constraint (each sheet is 9 cm x 27 cm) and a freedom (you can create a fresco). The paper is also a bit special: it doesn’t allow for fine lines, but it takes ink well (liner pen). However, everything has to be done almost in one go (with a very light pencil sketch) because it erases poorly. It absorbs too much water for coloring with markers or watercolors (unless you avoid soaking it), but it works well with oil pastels and their use with a brush and solvent. Since it’s yellowish, it allowed me to create contrasts even with white pastel.
On the right, the "welcome marker"—those dates offered everywhere as a sign of hospitality. On the left, a tribute to those stunning doors worn by time, admired all over the old quarters, including the abandoned ones.
Oman is one of the world’s largest producers of frankincense resin. Incense burners are everywhere, from the simplest clay ones to the most precious handcrafted silver ones...
Hospitality will often lead you to accept a small coffee, an "Omani coffee," very light, subtly flavored with cardamom, maybe a touch of saffron, and occasionally rosewater.
Here, I’ve depicted a man in the common everyday attire of Omanis: the dishdasha, mostly white (during the week and daytime; colors are more common in the evening or on Fridays and Saturdays). While you’ll see some men dressed in Western clothes, they’re very few. The white dishdasha is truly the shared attire of all men. The dishdasha, which has no hood, is distinguished by a small pom-pom attached to the collar, the furakha, which is soaked in perfume. And believe me, Omanis go overboard with it! "It smells like the pom-pom" is an expression that’s now part of our shared language, my husband and I.
Another must of men’s attire is the kuma, a small round head covering, usually white with brightly colored patterns. The keffiyeh is also worn (but without the cord called an agal in Arab countries), and it’s mostly worn by those with roots in the desert, from what I understood.
And what about the women, you might ask? Some are veiled, some in full black (but not a burka—more like a chador + abaya), due to the influence of Saudi Arabia and the United Arab Emirates, whereas the traditional outfit used to be a layering of very colorful dresses. Most of the women we saw wore neutral clothing, a plain veil over their hair, but with their faces uncovered. We also saw many saris and colorful veils—don’t forget that 40% of the population consists of Indian, Nepalese, and Bangladeshi immigrants, who work a lot in tourism, hospitality, restaurants, services, and construction.
Just to clarify, as a tourist, there’s no pressure to wear a veil, and never any disapproving looks. Of course, you’ll save the mini shorts, plunging necklines, bare shoulders, and midriffs for the hotel terrace—but I’d say that’s the same for men and women, and with the sun being strong, it’s better for your skin too.
Here’s the introduction! In the next post, I’ll tell you about my itinerary, and we can dive in!
My buddy Christian and I (Patrick) are off for 28 days in Argentina in March.
We’ve already shared several trips as a duo (Bolivia Peru, Namibia, Laos, Costa Rica).
Since we’re starting from the idea that at our age (65) we won’t be coming back here—there are just too many other corners of the world to discover—we did the "grand tour" of Argentina, with 6 domestic flights to make the most of our 28 days.
Here are our stops:
1) Departure from Brussels to Buenos Aires via Madrid
2) Arrival and first contact with Buenos Aires
3) Early morning flight to Ushuaia. Boat trip on the Beagle Channel
4) Ushuaia: hikes in Tierra del Fuego National Park
5) Ushuaia: last hike and flight to El Calafate
6) El Calafate to El Chaltén by bus. First hike
7) El Chaltén: hike
8) El Chaltén: hike
9) El Chaltén: hike and bus back to El Calafate
10) El Calafate: Perito Moreno Glacier
11) Flight to Bariloche. Car rental and surrounding areas
12) Seven Lakes Region
13) Nahuel Huapi National Park region
14) Flight to Salta. Car rental
15) To Tilcara
16) To Humahuaca
17) To Purmamarca
18) To Jujuy via the salt flats
19) To Cafayate
20) Around Cafayate
21) To Cachi
22) Back to Salta
23) Flight to Iguazu
24) Waterfalls on the Argentine side
25) Waterfalls on the Brazilian side and flight to Buenos Aires
26) Buenos Aires
27) Return flight
28) Morning arrival
Happy reading!..
We landed in Victoria Falls, Zimbabwe, and headed straight to Kasane in Botswana to pick up our car.
Our vehicle is a 4x4 because in Zambia, it's practically impossible to use anything else, especially in the national parks. I’ve already had the pleasure of visiting South Luangwa National Park—it’s one of the reasons for this trip, the main one being to travel in Africa with one of my sons.
First stop: Livingstone on the banks of the Zambezi River. Along the way, we discovered a lovely restaurant at Socrates with a super-friendly owner (we’ll actually stop there again on our way back). We spent our first night in the rooftop tent after a stunning sunset, accompanied by the grunting of hippos in the river.
The next day, we set off early, heading to Kafue NP. In fact, we’ll always leave early—waking up between 5:00 and 5:30 AM and hitting the road an hour later. Kafue is a lesser-known park, mostly forested, and the animals are skittish because they’re not used to human presence. We crossed the park from south to north and came across various antelopes. Near Lake Itezhi-Tezhi, there are plains where wildlife is easier to spot.
After Kafue, we headed to South Luangwa. This journey requires stops in Mumbwa and Petauke. Two pleasant stops where we found lodges (a nice change from the rooftop tent) at affordable prices and met welcoming people.
For me, South Luangwa is Zambia’s most beautiful park—the river is stunning, the landscapes are gorgeous, and there’s a wide variety of wildlife, including, of course, big cats. A tip for those, like us, who aren’t with a guide: if you’re staying near the park for several days, don’t hesitate to do a "game drive" to scout out where the animals are so you can return the next day with your own vehicle. Of course, in the dry season, you’ll want to focus on waterholes to see the animals—and you’ll need a bit of luck too. The elephant population is growing, and we were lucky enough to see around sixty elephants crossing the Luangwa at dawn, spread across several groups. South Luangwa is the westernmost point of our trip, and we’re now heading east to Lower Zambezi.
Lower Zambezi is Zambia’s side of Mana Pools on the Zimbabwe side. We took a boat ride on the Zambezi to see elephants, hippos, crocodiles, and a multitude of birds living along the water and on the river’s islands. The sunset there is also magnificent.
To explore the park, we followed the waterways parallel to the Zambezi, mostly on the western side (see our route). Lower Zambezi is the last park we visit, and the final leg of our trip will be Victoria Falls.
Victoria Falls—or Mosi-Oa-Tunya ("The Smoke That Thunders")—are truly impressive, even during the dry season. We saw the falls from both countries: in Zambia for the overall view and the bridge that serves as the border, and in Zimbabwe to get as close as possible to the most spectacular parts of the falls.
This marks the end of our trip, which, despite a blown tire on the road, went off without any major issues. Zambia is a beautiful country that immerses you in wild, still-preserved nature.
The latest travel journal about Turkmenistan dates back to 2019. Here’s a quick update on this vast desert country, which is now a bit easier to visit than before.
This is my first travel journal. If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask. The country is slowly opening up, but it’s still possible to visit sites where you’ll be completely alone. In five days, I saw two Hongkongers, a few Germans, and a Chilean at the crater, ten Chinese people in a capital bazaar, and that’s it!
It’s possible to visit Turkmenistan from Uzbekistan. The easiest and most economical way is to take a taxi to the border from Bukhara. The trip takes a little over an hour.
Crossing the border takes quite a while because many Turkmen bring back items bought in Uzbekistan to resell in Turkmenistan. For example, diapers, baby products, or beauty products.
It took me over 2.5 hours to cross the border. To visit Turkmenistan, it’s mandatory to have a guide and go through a travel agency. British agencies often offer three-, five-, or seven-day trips for over 1,500 or 2,000 €.
But if your budget is more limited, you can contact a few Turkmen agencies directly by email, and they’ll make you an offer between 700 and 1,300 € for three to seven days. I took a five-day trip from Turkmenabat in the northeast of the country to Dashoguz in the north. The goal was to visit the main UNESCO-listed sites, including Merv, and archaeological sites like Nisa or Gonur Tepe.
Your guide will also be your driver. They’ll pick you up at the border. The formalities are very long because customs officers have to stamp multiple documents, and obtaining the visa you previously requested from your travel agency requires several checks. But the process goes relatively smoothly, even if each step takes a while.
Once on the other side, the first surprise is the brand-new highway all the way to Turkmenabat. A very long line of trucks stretches for several kilometers on the Turkmen side to cross the border into Uzbekistan. According to my guide, Turkmen trucks transport gas and cotton (though not this season, since the harvest is in September), but they mainly fill up their tanks because fuel is much cheaper in Turkmenistan. A full tank for a car costs about 3 €, which is unbeatable.
From the Farap border post, the goal is to reach the city of Mary, which is home to the UNESCO-listed site of Merv in its suburbs, about thirty kilometers away. This city is known as a foundation by Alexander the Great in the 4th century BC under the name Alexandria of Margiana. Several fortresses are visible.
After more than three hours on the road, we have lunch at a Turkish restaurant called Aladdin. Several quotes from the president are visible along the highway, but the road is in good condition, and we move along easily. This will be by far the best road in the country—things will get much worse later.
Roundabouts are particularly interesting because they feature emblems of Turkmen culture, like the dog, a carpet, the Ahal Teke horse, or Muslim symbols, even though the presence of Islamic artifacts is quite limited.
This time, I landed in Monastir on a direct flight from Nice, again with Tunisair. We left about ten minutes late, and the flight lasted around 1 hour 30 minutes. A meal was served on board (cucumber salad with Edam-like cheese, carrots, and two small portions of dishes I couldn’t identify—semolina with peppers, olives, and parsley, two small rolls, a square of processed cheese, and a chocolate cake). It’s worth noting because it’s not common on flights this short.
In February, France and Tunisia were in the same time zone, but now Tunisia is one hour behind. This time difference and the flight duration work perfectly for a short 15-day trip since it takes me a few days to adjust to jet lag.
Luckily, I’d asked my hotel about the taxi fare from the airport because the drivers (there were several around me) didn’t hesitate to quote outrageous prices. The actual fare is 20 dinars, but one asked for 120 dinars. I refused, and another offered 60 dinars. I replied, "That’s too expensive—I’ll take the metro!" (Having tried the Tunis metro, I had no desire to repeat the experience in Monastir with a suitcase!). I started walking toward the metro, and one of the drivers caught up with me, saying, "20 dinars is fine!" I’ll skip the details, but the negotiation took a little while.
When I arrived at the hotel, I told the receptionist someone had asked for 120 dinars. He put his hands to his head and said, "They’re awful!" He remembered our phone call two days earlier when I’d booked (he’s the one who told me I could take the metro).
The Mezri Hotel isn’t expensive. I got a sea-view room for 75 dinars (22 €). (I’d booked a balcony room for 90 dinars but wouldn’t have had time to enjoy it.) It’s well-located but noisy because there’s no double glazing.
The receptionist is a very kind older gentleman. He called a friend whose wife is from Tozeur to find out if I should take a bus or a *louage* tomorrow and what time.
I arrived at the hotel around 7:00 PM and had time to stroll along the corniche to the ribat. Despite some run-down buildings, the seaside seemed livelier and cheerier than Sousse’s.
Monastir is the hometown of former president Bourguiba. I passed his mausoleum by taxi. There are Tunisian flags along the avenue by the sea because every year on April 6—the anniversary of Habib Bourguiba’s death—the president of the Republic visits the Bourguiba Mausoleum in Monastir to pay respects.
The taxi driver mentioned other Tunisian presidents. He complained about rising prices and insecurity, blaming President Kaïs Saïed (I’d already heard that security was better under Ben Ali).
At the end of my stay, I’ll take time to explore Monastir, but tomorrow morning, I’m off to Tozeur—a long bus ride awaits me.
Here we go!!!
I left home at 4 AM on October 31st and headed to Barcelona. Driving through Barcelona on the ring road stresses me out a bit, but at 6 AM the traffic is smooth, and I arrive at the airport without any issues. I call the valet, who quickly comes to pick up my car. He takes photos of it from all angles before letting me go.
Baggage check-in hasn’t started yet, and there are already several of us waiting.
Once free, everything happens very quickly. The flight to Abu Dhabi is on time and goes smoothly. I’ve never had any problems with this airline, which I’ve been using for several years.
The flight to Bangkok arrives at 7 AM as scheduled. This is my first time in Thailand and Bangkok. I’m used to traveling in India, and I notice that everything here is well organized—the customs process is quick, and the luggage is already on the carousel.
I booked a taxi on Booking. All I have to do is find the right exit and door based on the agency’s instructions. A large sign with the names of people who booked is posted on a wall. A hostess greets me and calls the taxi, which arrives 5 minutes later. I booked one night at the Lost Inn BKK hotel in the Phra Nakhon district, and we arrive at 9 AM. The welcome isn’t warm, and I have to wait until noon, sitting on a chair, before I can check into my room. I’m exhausted, and sleeping sitting up isn’t ideal. Noon finally arrives—the room is small but clean, which is fine for one night. I quickly take a shower to wake up because I plan to spend the afternoon visiting the Grand Palace. First, I need to exchange some money, and the banks are all close together on the same street, which is very convenient. When I enter one, a hostess gives me a ticket and invites me to sit down. There are about twenty counters, and I wait quietly until my number is called. The exchange is quick, so I can head out to find the Royal Palace. It’s actually very easy, and the walk is pleasant.
Entry to the Royal Palace (500 baht).
It’s magnificent and grand, and there are quite a few of us visiting. The sky is gray, it’s very humid, and a shower interrupts the visit. It’s a vast complex of temples and palaces. The buildings are colorful and sparkling, with a great sense of serenity (without the tourists, of course). I quietly enjoy the place and try to take photos without tourists, which isn’t easy.
Very close to the Grand Palace is Wat Pho, one of the oldest Buddhist temples in the capital.
It’s very famous for its 46-meter-long reclining Buddha statue.
Walking around the temple, you can see different representations of Buddha, all covered in gold leaf.
Inside the temple, on one side, monks recite their prayers, while the other side is reserved for tourists who come to meditate in silence.
Before returning to the hotel, I have dinner at an Indian restaurant. I go to bed early because tomorrow’s wake-up call will be very early again.
Saturday, November 2nd
Wake-up at 4 AM, departure from the hotel at 4:30 AM. The taxi I booked via Booking is waiting for me and takes me to the airport. The trip is fairly quick—he takes small roads, and at this hour, there’s no traffic.
The flight to Phnom Penh is on time. Before boarding, I realize I left my fleece jacket on the carousel, but it’s too late to go back for it.
The flight goes well, and customs is quick.
At the exit, I take a tuk-tuk to Julieka’s GH near the museum. The welcome is friendly. I won’t be able to check into my room until noon, so I take the opportunity to exchange some euros on the market street. The street is lined with restaurants, and I’ll have my first meal there.
The museum is right across the street, so I don’t waste any time visiting it.
The representations of Hindu deities are very different from those in India, and I don’t recognize them. Many beautiful Buddhas are on display.
The museum is very pleasant, and there aren’t too many people, which is a plus.
At the exit, I return to the GH, settle into my room—which is decent and clean.
The Royal Palace is 1 km away. I walk along a garden, and at the end of the street is the Tonlé Sap, but I turn right. I arrive at a large esplanade and see the buildings with tiered roofs and glazed tiles. The entrance to the palace is a little further away.
At the entrance, I notice there isn’t the same crowd as at the one in BKK.
Khmer architecture is magnificent. The complex consists of gardens, palaces, pagodas with golden roofs, and slender spires.
The Silver Pagoda houses the small Emerald Buddha, which is actually made of jade. The silver flooring is covered with carpets. Photos are not allowed.
The walls surrounding the pagoda are covered with frescoes depicting scenes from the Ramayana.
My partner and I traveled from Sunday, July 5, 2026, to Wednesday, July 22, 2026.
We spent a long time debating whether to rent a car or use public transportation. In the end, after reading so many posts about travelers getting scammed by police or rental companies—even those recommended by blogs and reviews—we decided to stick with public transport. It worked out really well. Sure, we had a little less freedom to go where we wanted, but it was way less stressful for us.
Sunday, July 5:
Arrived at Cancun Airport. Withdrew cash from the ATM in the terminal just before exiting. The ADO bus counter (they pronounce it "A-Jee-O") is right behind you when you're facing the ATM. Bus to downtown Cancun cost 145 pesos per person.
Stayed at "Rose 5," booked on Booking. The studio was super clean and perfect for one night. The owner’s instructions for accessing the place were very precise, with photos included. Check-in was self-service with a code. The ADO bus terminal isn’t far, and there are shops and restaurants nearby. We really appreciated that the AC was already on when we arrived. By the way, I’d recommend always booking places with AC—it’s *really* hot in Mexico.
Monday, July 6:
Bought a SIM card with data from a TELCEL store. My partner, who’s on Free Mobile, was able to use her regular plan. Just so you know, I found the network pretty unstable. As soon as we left the cities, neither of us—me with TELCEL or her with Free—had any signal.
Another thing to watch out for: roaming charges. I had to turn my SIM back on for less than 30 seconds to get a bank SMS code, and my phone apparently connected to the internet—resulting in an 8-euro roaming fee.
Left on an ADO bus to Chiquila for 278 pesos per person. During our trip, ADO buses were always on time, comfortable, and clean. The AC is *cranked* though, so bring something to cover up with—it gets cold. Some routes were fully booked even in the low season, so try to reserve 1 or 2 days in advance either via the app (when it works) or at the counter.
When we arrived at the ADO terminal in Chiquila, the ferry company counters were right next to it. Ferries leave every 30 minutes, alternating between companies, so no need to book ahead. Just take whichever one is leaving next (330 pesos per person).
When we got to Holbox (pronounced "Hol-bosh"), we’d booked a place via Booking called "Casa de Nana." It was a huge studio with a fridge, cooking plate, and utensils. The best part? The *location*. It was 100 meters from the beach and 200 meters from a Chedraui supermarket. They provided bath towels and beach towels, and the AC worked perfectly. There’s a key box so you can leave your keys inside when you go out. The only downside was that no one was there to let us in when we arrived, so we had to wait a while. The Wi-Fi was good, which was lucky because during our 4-day stay in Holbox, the phone network *never* worked. According to locals, that’s pretty common in Holbox, along with water outages.
Luckily, I’d had the good idea to download an offline map, which helped us find our way back to the place more easily. You can walk there from the dock.
The restaurant next to our place (La Barracuda) was great if you like seafood—I’d recommend their octopus dishes.
Tuesday, July 7:
We did a kayak tour in Holbox’s mangroves at 6 AM. We were looking for a sunrise kayak tour with a French-speaking guide. That’s exactly what we got with "Kayaking Holbox," where Diego, the owner, speaks English and French. He was joined by Gustavo, another guide.
We’d booked for a group tour, but we were the only ones. Diego still went ahead with it instead of canceling due to lack of participants, so we got a private tour at the group rate—really professional of him. They showed us this amazing ecosystem for over 3 hours. We saw all kinds of birds: pink flamingos, pelicans, egrets, frigatebirds... rays, a horseshoe crab, and a little crocodile that was *so* well hidden. Diego and Gustavo have a real eye for spotting animals—I could’ve passed by the crocodile 100 times and never seen it, it blended in so well. Their explanations about the flora and fauna were super interesting. We also got a little break where we tasted mangoes and bananas that taste *nothing* like the ones in France. A real treat—those little Mexican yellow mangoes! I’d definitely recommend Diego and his agency for a French-language kayak tour (1000 pesos per person).
In the evening, we walked to Punta Coco to see the bioluminescence. No need for a guided tour—if you really don’t want to walk, you can take a taxi. At Punta Coco, you have to pass the beach bar/restaurant and then go left into a kind of inlet that forms a lagoon. You have to wiggle your feet or move your hands in the water to create movement, which makes the light appear. Just don’t expect the kind of photos you’ve seen online—they’re all edited! It’s fun to see, but you won’t be dazzled by the light...
Wednesday, July 8:
Whale shark tour with "My Holbox Tours." Why recommend this agency over others for swimming with whale sharks? Simply because Valérie surrounds herself with top professionals to make your experience unforgettable. We were with Captain Fernando, who does everything to position the boat perfectly and make your swim easier. In the water, we were with Humberto, who also goes above and beyond to make sure you have an incredible time. He doesn’t just "supervise" like some guides from other companies who leave you on your own. No, Humberto reads the whale shark’s trajectory and guides you—all you have to do is follow him. He really puts in the effort, even holding your hand to guide you through this quick but intense encounter. Humberto also films the moment and will offer to show you the videos and sell them to you. His footage is really high quality.
Fernando and Humberto also prepared food for us. Special mention for their guacamole! Valérie is there to make sure everything goes smoothly on the boat and to answer your questions in French, English, or Spanish about these animals. If you choose My Holbox Tours, you can be sure you’ll get a top-notch experience.
About the tour itself: before you go, you should know that the sharks can be *really* far away. The day we went, it took 3.5 hours by boat to reach them. The boats are small, and let me tell you—on the way there, when we weren’t going with the waves, it was *rough*. Out of 9 passengers, 4 got seasick. But once you’re face-to-face with the shark, you forget all about that. Even if swimming with a whale shark isn’t exactly a walk in the park—they swim pretty fast, so you need some endurance to keep up. You’ll usually get 2 turns. Our first swim lasted a little over 4 minutes, and the second about 2 minutes because the shark was moving fast and we were still tired from the first swim. It might seem short, but when you’re swimming, it feels *long*. Either way, it’s an experience you *have* to do—but choose your company wisely. On the way back, there’s a stop at Cabo Catoche. Honestly, the snorkeling is pretty disappointing if you’ve done it elsewhere in the world. But the lunch stop at Cabo Catoche is really nice for relaxing (white sand and hammocks).
Thursday, July 9:
Short morning walk to Punta Mosquito at 6 AM. Really nice.
Ferry to Chiquila (330 pesos per person) + ADO bus to Valladolid (300 pesos per person).
In Valladolid, we booked "Casa Lucia" via Booking. The hotel is gorgeous, with a colonial style, and very close to the ADO bus terminal and downtown. It’s super quiet and clean. There’s a shared kitchen you can use with a fridge, microwave, and water dispenser, plus a big table by the pool and a nice indoor terrace. Breakfast was simple but included. The only small downsides were the tiny room and bathroom, no mirror in the room, and a noisy fan.
Friday, July 10:
Not far from the ADO bus terminal is the colectivo station for Chichen Itza. They offer a round-trip to Chichen Itza with an option to stop at Ik Kil cenote on the way back and then drop you off in Valladolid for 370 pesos per person (Ik Kil entrance included).
For the Chichen Itza visit, we’d booked a tour with a guide often mentioned in groups—his name is Juan Pat. He’s a Maya who lives near the site and speaks excellent French. He reserves spots in advance for you and queues up to be the first on-site. It cost 500 pesos per person + entrance fees. His tour lasts 2 hours and focuses mainly on the main pyramid and the ball court. He’s passionate and fascinating, even if some of his claims, as a Maya, might be a little biased. I think it’s *really* important to have a guide—otherwise, you’ll miss so much. You can contact Juan Pat on WhatsApp at +52 985 121 2381.
Afterward, we went to Ik Kil cenote (showers and life jackets mandatory, lockers available). It’s *very* crowded, but still really beautiful with its lush vegetation.
Saturday, July 11:
Since we didn’t have a car but still wanted to visit other cenotes that seemed hard to reach by public transport, we decided to book a taxi for the day. We agreed on 1200 pesos to take us to 3 different cenotes and wait for us at each one. (To find taxis, just look where they park near the ADO bus station.)
He picked us up at Zaci cenote, which we’d walked to. We got there at opening time and were the first ones there—had the place to ourselves for a while! 150 pesos per person. A pretty cenote in the city center with lush vegetation. It’s a bit like Ik Kil but without the deep cylindrical effect.
Cenote Xcanahaltun: the most beautiful cenote we visited. Entry 250 pesos per person. It’s a closed cenote with a hole that lets light in—a cave-like setting. You can kayak inside. There are little fish at the edge that nibble dead skin off your feet. Since it’s closed, the water is *freezing*!
Cenote Palomitas: entry 250 pesos per person. Another stunning closed cenote, even more enclosed than Xcanahaltun. The hole in the ceiling is smaller, so it was pretty dark when we arrived—kind of an eerie vibe. But when the staff turned on the lights, it looked like a "Gothic cathedral" full of bright stalactites.
Cenote Sac Aua: entry 290 pesos per person. The ticket includes a guided cave tour (tip-based). This cenote is really unique with its central island and way less crowded than Suytun. Just so you know, the water is *really* cold in cenotes. In these three, in July, we had the place to ourselves for a while and never saw more than 2 families at once—so peaceful!
Sunday, July 12:
ADO bus to Bacalar (536 pesos per person).
In Bacalar, we stayed via Airbnb with a host named Luli, who offers several rooms with shared bathroom and kitchen.
The room is nicely decorated in a pleasant setting. It’s ideally located near the lagoon and downtown. The shared kitchen is handy. The mosquito net over the bed is useful because there are *a lot* of mosquitoes in Bacalar. Luli provides a water jug, which is really nice. The only big downside is the lack of water pressure in the shower—we had to rinse off by filling a bucket. Also, there’s no real door separating the room from the bathroom. We never met Luli in person, but she was very responsive via messages. The terrace in the middle of the vegetation is lovely.
From the ADO terminal to the place, we took a taxi for 40 pesos. Since this driver was honest about the price (we’d checked beforehand), we decided to use him every time we needed a taxi in Bacalar. Here’s his WhatsApp: +52 983 184 3585.
Monday, July 13:
We did a boat tour on the lagoon with "Bacalar Francophone Activities." Since we were just the two of us, it cost 3500 pesos. If we’d managed to be 4 people, it would’ve been 1000 pesos per person.
We had a private 4-hour tour on the lagoon with Steeve and his very comfortable boat. He’s from Quebec, so his French is perfect. During those 4 hours, Steeve showed us the lagoon’s iconic spots *and* places other boats don’t go. He told us about the lagoon’s history and gave great tips on where to go and where to eat. As a little bonus, he gave us a video taken with his drone during our swimming break.
Tuesday, July 14:
We went to Los Rapidos by taxi (400 pesos round trip) and entry was 225 pesos per person. It’s *very* touristy but really beautiful. You can eat there (expensive), relax, and go down the "rapids" as many times as you want. It’s worth it if you spend a few hours there. You can’t bring in food or drinks—you leave them at the entrance and pick them up on the way out.
Wednesday, July 15:
On Wednesdays, navigation is banned on Bacalar Lagoon, so we’d planned another excursion.
Visit to Calakmul from Bacalar with ABCtours (WhatsApp +52 983 319 8359).
This agency organized a trip from Bacalar to Calakmul with a French-speaking guide. Communication beforehand via WhatsApp was smooth. Mr. Checo, the driver, and Fernando, the guide (who spoke great French), picked us up on the day. Mr. Checo drove very carefully on the long road and always made sure we were comfortable. Fernando is passionate about flora and fauna—he’s a biologist with a degree in ornithology, so he knows *everything* about animals. The slightest sound or song, and he knows what it is. He’s got an eye for spotting them, from the biggest to the smallest.
During the trip, we stopped at km 27 for a short forest walk, then went to see the two main pyramids on the site. On the way back, we stopped at the bat cave for the magical spectacle of millions of bats flying out at dusk. In the end, we saw or glimpsed (some briefly) spider monkeys, howler monkeys, a toucan, 2 tapirs, turkeys, 2 deer, and lots of birds. If, like us, you’re more into flora and fauna than archaeology, I’d *highly* recommend this agency and tour with Fernando.
It’s not cheap, but the road between Bacalar and the site is *long* (3.5 hours). Price: 3900 pesos per person for 2 (3500 for 3, 3200 for 4).
Thursday, July 16:
ADO bus to Playa del Carmen (614 pesos per person).
In Playa del Carmen, we stayed in an Airbnb. The building is on the town hall square, next to the casino.
The best thing about this place is the *location*—super close to Fifth Avenue (La Quinta). The kitchen is pretty basic, but the fridge works well. There are supermarkets nearby. The rooftop pool is really nice. The two big downsides, though, are the soundproofing (you can *hear* the neighbor’s alarm and all the events on the square) and the *total* lack of water pressure in the shower. We had to fill a trash can with water to pour over ourselves. When we told the owner, he said it wasn’t normal and someone would come fix it, but we never heard back. Based on previous reviews, this seems to be a known issue that never gets resolved.
Playa del Carmen is *very* touristy on Fifth Avenue, but in a fun, musical vibe—we never felt unsafe. There are *tons* of little souvenir shops for tourists on this street. There’s a beautiful monumental sculpture on the beach (the two figures meeting in the air), next to which you can see the Voladores show (men climbing a pole, tying themselves with ropes, and descending headfirst while "flying" around the pole). The show is tip-based and happens several times a day. In our opinion, Calle 38 is prettier than Fifth Avenue—it’s lush, green, and quieter, with the sea at the end. Great for an early evening stroll. We had really good meals at great prices at "El Tio Noy" tacos, just a few meters from Fifth Avenue in a side street.
For souvenirs, we’d recommend going to Walmart instead of Fifth Avenue—you’ll find skulls, tequila, mezcal, keychains, mugs, glasses... at good, fixed prices.
Friday, July 17:
We did the excursion to Isla Contoy. Isla Contoy is an uninhabited, highly protected island. Only 200 people are allowed to land per day on a rotating basis, so only a few companies have permission to dock there. Most agencies subcontract the day to a third-party company.
We booked through VRM (Viviendo Riviera Maya), but it was Ocean Tours Mexico that handled the tour. Contoy is a little paradise. We were accompanied by multilingual guides, including French speakers, throughout the day. Steffy gave us info about the island during a short walk on the marked trails, and Leño Tlatemoa kept the mood up on the boat rides with music and dancing. Isla Contoy is *truly* stunning, and the lunch was delicious: grilled fish and chicken, guacamole and tortilla chips, rice, fruit, drinks (everything is brought and taken back by the guides). The snorkeling part was pretty disappointing if you’ve done it in Cozumel, though. The stop at Isla Mujeres isn’t very interesting either—it’s too short to explore, and the island is *extremely* touristy. Still, the excursion was very well organized, and we had a great day (2970 pesos per person).
Saturday, July 18:
We wanted to go snorkeling in Cozumel but thought the prices from French-speaking agencies were too high. Plus, for snorkeling, we figured we didn’t *need* a French-speaking guide.
So we found a much cheaper solution by taking the ferry from Playa del Carmen ourselves and choosing an agency in Playa. The round-trip ferry cost 663.50 pesos per person. Then we took a taxi to the snorkeling boat (100 pesos). The agency we chose is called Mystic Snorkel—they don’t have a physical office. The tour cost 1400 pesos per person. It was a small boat, but that day we were the only ones, so we got a private tour at the group rate. We stopped at 4 different sites, all very different and beautiful. We saw all kinds of fish, corals, a nurse shark, and turtles. El Cielo, with its huge starfish, is *exceptional*. If you’re going snorkeling in the Yucatan Peninsula, this is *the* tour to do—the other sites are pretty "poor" in comparison.
Sunday, July 19:
Morning dive with Triton Diving. I chose the Cozumel dive option. Great experience.
Booking via WhatsApp was easy. On the day of the dive, Selene, who speaks French, was our guide. She’s *very* attentive to the group’s safety. The briefings are clear and precise. In Cozumel, we did 2 very different sites: the first was a drift dive with lots of life—beautiful corals and fish. The second was a wreck, the C53, a 56-meter boat you can enter. Not much marine life, but a beautiful wreck intentionally sunk for divers—still in great condition. An unforgettable moment. Selene even took videos during the dive, which the club sends you for free afterward. I’d *highly* recommend this club.
Just so you know, in Playa del Carmen, the beaches were full of sargassum during our stay, despite barriers and daily cleanup. Locals told us the problem is getting worse and the sargassum is arriving earlier in the season. Tourism has taken a *big* hit this summer, and they’re wondering if tourism can even survive the sargassum season anymore. A lot of tourists are heading to the islands—Isla Mujeres and Cozumel—to enjoy the beaches, as the west side of those islands is sargassum-free.
Monday, July 20:
Colectivo to Puerto Morelos. First, a colectivo toward Cancun that drops you off between Puerto Morelos town and Puerto Morelos beach (40 pesos per person), then another from that junction to the beach (10 pesos per person).
In Puerto Morelos, we’d booked a room via Airbnb at "Piedra del Caribe." *Best* place we stayed in Mexico. It’s an aparthotel. Our room was ready before check-in, so they let us in early. The place matched the description—spacious, with a comfortable king-size bed. The shower had *great* pressure, which isn’t a given in Mexico. The staff was super friendly and welcoming. They let us use the pool, restrooms, and rooftop shower after check-out while we waited for our ride to Cancun Airport. They even kept our luggage. I *highly* recommend this place.
In Puerto Morelos, there was *way* less sargassum than in Playa del Carmen—it was actually swimmable.
We did the snorkeling tour with the fishermen’s cooperative for 450 pesos per person for 2 hours. The reef is close to the beach (you’re not allowed to swim there), so the boat ride is short. It’s not as pretty as Cozumel, but it’s nice and affordable. On Puerto Morelos’s page, you can also access a small, not-very-well-preserved reef. There’s also a cenote in the sea where fresh water mixes with saltwater—the water is murky there. We had a great dinner and excellent cocktails at "La Choza del Puerto."
Tuesday, July 21:
Wandered around Puerto Morelos (check out the church and read everything—it’s entertaining!), relaxed by the hotel pool, and left for Cancun Airport by taxi (400 pesos) booked via InDrive to head back to France.
Our highlights:
- Holbox
- The whale shark tour
- The cenotes
- The local flora and fauna (so present!)
- Isla Contoy
- Cabo Catoche (except for the snorkeling)
What we liked least:
- The bioluminescence (barely visible despite good conditions)
- The food—we found it not very diverse in taquerias
- The constant tipping
- The lack of water pressure in showers (fixed, wall-mounted, no hose or showerhead)
Don’t hesitate to ask if you have any questions while it’s still fresh in our minds.
Here we go—finally, the big day has arrived! A trip the whole family (my two kids, my husband, and me) had been looking forward to for so long.
To keep it short, we left from Nice, arrived in Namibia on June 25, 2025, and left again on the 21st—four weeks later.
We used an agency for all the camping reservations, activities, and the car rental. At least that side of things was taken care of. Michaël was our contact throughout the planning and the trip itself.
We spent our first night at Londiningi BB. A bit out of the city center but very quiet. The rooms were spacious and clean, and we could eat on-site that evening. Perfect for recovering from the flight.
This travel journal is our second on VoyageForum, following last year’s where we recounted our four weeks in Vietnam.
The goal remains the same: since some members on this site share tips, experiences, and great deals that help us prepare for our trips, we do the same after returning—both to give back a little and in the hope that our experiences might be useful to others in some way.
Our route was as follows: Bangkok, Siem Reap, Krabi, Suratthani, Koh Phangan, Koh Tao, Chumphon, Bang Saphan, Prachuab Khiri Khan, Sam Roi Yod, Hua Hin, Phetchaburi, Bangkok.
Beyond rediscovering Bangkok, our objectives were the long-held dream of seeing Angkor and exploring southern Thailand, much of which isn’t overly touristy.
A quick big thank-you to Barbot, who took the time to answer several of our questions.
12/07/2013
The cheapest flight we found earlier this year was a Paris-Bangkok route with a layover in Moscow for 1440 €, total for two people.
So, this time we tried Aeroflot. Airbus A318 for the first leg, A330 for the second. Nothing particularly annoying to report—the passengers were very calm, the cabin temperature was comfortable, and we had enough legroom.
That said, the quality of the meal trays was pretty mediocre, and the flight attendants weren’t exactly comedians.
We’d like to remind everyone that it’s best to exchange as little money as possible at the airport upon arrival, since the rate is about 5% worse than at city banks.
Of course, we made sure to take the airport exit where you can catch official taxis to avoid getting scammed. So, we queued up, a little lady gave us the ticket, and off we went with the driver.
Generally, this system works well because these drivers are registered, know their duties, and the risks they face if they break the rules. Except that day, right off the bat, we got the scammer of the day. His first move was to snatch the ticket from my wife’s hands—the one you’re supposed to keep in case of a complaint. My husband saw it, but after a full day of travel, we were a bit out of it, and honestly, there was no reason to be suspicious. But once we started driving, the guy refused to turn on the meter. We insisted more and more firmly, but nothing. So, I used the famous method of opening the door and starting to step out of the car. At 40 km/h, that scares the driver more than the passenger. He finally turned on the meter, but that didn’t calm him down—quite the opposite. For the next half-hour, he ruined the ride by demanding extra fees here and there. Having dealt with several scam attempts last year in Vietnam, this wasn’t exactly new, and we were proud of ourselves for staying pretty zen. Still, this guy was a little scary—he was completely wired and aggressive. Honestly, it was hard not to think he was on something. He’d be perfect for a *Scarface* remake. When we finally arrived at the hotel, he followed us to the entrance. We paid the two tolls (25 and 45 baht), gave him the usual 100 baht extra for the ride, and stayed polite but firm. So, meter: 245 baht + 100 baht + 25 and 45 baht for tolls—we paid the exact amount, no way we were tipping this guy. He left furious, but he was already like that before picking us up... Anyway, avoid Mr. Chartree Chidchen, number 089 826 7308, car E2663!
We were so relieved to finally settle in at Feung Nakorn Balcony hotel in the temple district. 42 € per night, great reception, all the staff is friendly. The AC works fine, the bed seemed hard at first but turned out to be comfortable. The hotel is quiet, away from the nightlife, but at this time of year, many places are less crowded than in high season. Even with a nice fish pond and outdoor breakfast area, it’s a decent hotel, though we felt we could’ve found something better.
After a night on the plane, the first afternoon is always a bit of a slog. We napped for a few hours, and when we woke up—guess what—we were starving. We visited a temple across from the hotel (nothing special) and then decided to take the Chao Phraya Express, the river shuttle that serves many piers along the river. It was a really enjoyable experience. The steel gangway wobbles when you board and disembark, the boat sits low in the water, and sometimes you get splashed. During peak times, you’re packed in like sardines, but most of all, there’s that exotic urban landscape passing by, especially the temple rooftops.
At that exact moment, the boat was packed. We didn’t see a ticket booth at the pier, and we tried in vain to pay the few baht for the ride. The cashier on the boat was too busy, and another employee we called didn’t have time to help us. Oh well, we weren’t going to force the issue. Still, this mode of transport is super practical for avoiding traffic, and at the piers, the lines with station names are clearly marked, with colors matching the flags on the boats. Combined with a map like the *Routard* guide, it’s easy to navigate.
We easily made it to the restaurant *Harmonique*, located near one of these piers. It’s a unanimous favorite on this forum, and let us tell you—it’s well-deserved. What a wonderful experience that evening! We only saw the outdoor gazebo because there was no way we were dining inside. It’s not flashy, so those looking for a luxurious setting should look elsewhere.
That night, the staff was a bit slow, and we had to track them down several times to move things along. But oh, my friends—what a feast on the plate! Start with the appetizer platter for two at 250 baht, featuring four specialties, each more tempting than the last, followed by their famous crab curry for 200 baht. There’s *so much* crab in there! The dish is so delicious and rich that when you finish, you feel—how to put it—like it was almost *too* good, to the point where you’re almost put off eating for days. And also, oh yes, we *will* be back. Their satay chicken is just as amazing, and it would be a crime not to mention their generous dessert with ice cream, warm banana, and chocolate, plus their *excellent* almond milkshake.
Later, we took a taxi to Kao San Road, mainly to book a Ko Tao-Chumphon trip for 600 baht per person at the Lomprayah counter. In hindsight, we should’ve booked all three of our trips there right away.
Kao San Road is *ultra*-touristy—better for younger crowds, but it’s still worth seeing. There’s rock ‘n’ roll, hippies, and crowds everywhere.
We walked back to the hotel, and when we got a little lost near a canal, a really nice older Thai man spontaneously appeared out of the night to kindly point us in the right direction.
Finally, a real long night of sleep ahead—we cranked up the AC. Sweet, the vacation has begun!
Hi there,
I just got back from a trip to Sri Lanka from December 18th to January 1st with 2 adults and 2 kids (12 years old).
If it helps, here’s my itinerary.
We left on December 18th from Madrid with Qatar Airways. No complaints. I booked my tickets back in March for 800 € per person. (I flew from Madrid because I live near the Spanish border and was too worried about strikes in France.)
We arrived on December 19th at 4 PM (local time). Before leaving France, I’d booked a taxi through MyTransfer for 59 € to Sigiriya. A van was waiting for us at the airport exit.
A never-ending 3-hour drive to Sigiriya. We stayed at Samana Guesthouse—very simple, clean, with a pool and an excellent Sri Lankan breakfast. Shower and straight to bed.
Friday, December 20th: Beautiful weather, but very humid and hot. We visited Lion Rock (36 € for adults) and then Pidurangala.
I loved both sites—they’re a must-do in my opinion.
Spent the late afternoon by the pool.
Saturday, December 21st: Another gorgeous day. The guesthouse manager offered us a free 2-hour tuk-tuk tour. We first visited a lake, rice fields, the temple, and the Sigiriya market, plus the usual tourist trap—the botanical garden (no pressure to buy anything at the end).
Then we took a tuk-tuk to Dambulla Temple, the Golden Buddha, and the wholesale market.
Sunday, December 22nd: Still beautiful weather. I’d booked a taxi for 8 AM. We did all the long trips by taxi to save time. I’d ask for prices from 2 or 3 WhatsApp taxi agencies 2 days or the day before—super responsive, always got replies within 5 minutes. We headed to Ella (4-hour drive) for 22,000 LKR.
Arrived in the afternoon at Rest Full Homestay—a small, family-run guesthouse. Clean, cozy, and an amazing Sri Lankan breakfast.
In the afternoon, we went to Nine Arches Bridge. It was a Sunday, a Sri Lankan holiday, so it was *packed*—mostly locals and very few white tourists! Even though it was crowded, it was cool because it was all Sri Lankans. We waited an hour for the train. It’s worth seeing, but honestly, I didn’t think it was that amazing.
Then we headed to the station to check if we needed to book tickets for the train to Haputale—turns out, no.
Monday, December 23rd: Beautiful weather. We hiked Ella Rock—a gorgeous trek. The final stretch is steep but shaded, so it wasn’t as tough as I’d read. The whole hike is stunning from start to finish. We saw the train pass twice (one blue, one red) and lots of women picking tea.
After that, we did Little Adam’s Peak. It’s not hard, but it was *packed* with tourists—meh. Luckily, at the top, you can walk a bit farther (down one side and back up) to get some space to yourself.
What I *didn’t* like was the commercial vibe at the big café/restaurant with a pool at the entrance of Little Adam’s Peak. Loud music, all that money being made right next to little souvenir stands run by Sri Lankans or tea-picking women. Felt off.
Ended the day buying souvenirs at one of the few shops we found during the trip.
Tuesday, December 24th: Beautiful weather. Took the train to Haputale. We got to the station 30 minutes before the 9:30 AM train. We could’ve taken 2nd or 3rd class—I went with 2nd (160 LKR per person).
It was crowded, but we managed to get seats—first 2, then 3. Only a 1-hour ride, but I *loved* it—windows and doors open the whole time.
Arrived in Haputale around 11 AM, and the mist was already rolling in.
We walked to our guesthouse, The Mist Holiday Bungalow. Simple but clean, with a great view of the tea plantations. The owner’s wife is Vietnamese and used to work for French tour operators, so her French is still pretty good—helpful for us since our English is terrible. They booked us a tuk-tuk for 4:45 AM the next day (2,000 LKR) to Lipton’s Seat.
Spent the afternoon wandering around Haputale. Not much charm, but there’s a nice fruit and veggie market and a short walk through the tea plantations.
Wednesday, December 25th: Beautiful weather. The tuk-tuk was on time to take us to Lipton’s Seat. We were the first ones there—the sky was just starting to turn pink. In the end, only about ten of us watched the sunrise. The guesthouse had packed us breakfast, and we walked back down (half on the road, half through the plantations). Didn’t see any tea picking since it was Christmas, but the walk was still incredible. We took detours through villages full of kids.
After that, we visited the tea factory. The tour was really interesting, and we took the bus back down to Haputale. Such a great moment—whole families were heading to mass, dressed up and made up. All so beautiful.
At noon, we left for Udawalawe National Park. Taxi for 14,000 LKR. Stayed at River Inn Safari Cottage. *Warning*: It’s the same place as Eagle Safari Cottage. I don’t recommend it. We’d always stayed with families before, but here it was just staff—totally different vibe. The pool was nice but not very clean (water was murky). The bungalow was big and fine, but it was brand new—so new the asphalt floor wasn’t fully dry. It’s in the middle of nowhere, so we had to eat on-site. Couldn’t leave a review on Booking because they never confirmed we’d stayed, and they canceled our reservation the next day.
Thursday, December 26th: Beautiful weather. I’d booked a safari through the hotel for 5:30–10 AM for 54 USD. Honestly, yes, there are a lot of jeeps, but it was great. The kids loved it—we saw everything there was to see.
Left by taxi at 11:30 AM for Welligama (12,000 LKR).
We didn’t stay in Welligama city but at Coconut Beach, between Welligama and Midigama. *Total crush* on the guesthouse: Sky Mountain Café with View. Such a lovely family. The mom makes amazing meals at reasonable prices. The view from the hill over the sea is unreal.
Spent the afternoon walking along the beach.
Friday, December 27th: Beautiful weather. My kids are surfers. Unfortunately, there weren’t any boards their size to rent at Coconut, so we took a tuk-tuk to Welligama Bay (1,000 LKR). They surfed from 8 AM to 5 PM—rental was 5,000 LKR for the day. Meanwhile, we walked the beach and swam. Water was 29°C.
Saturday, December 28th: Beautiful weather, rain from 4 PM until midnight. Same surf day. They were so well-behaved the whole trip, so this was their reward.
Sunday, December 29th: Beautiful weather. Beach day at Coconut. *Warning*: It’s a reef break. For surfers, there are three spots (Coconut Left, Middle, and Right). The boys bodysurfed (with fins) all morning, and at 1 PM, we took the bus to Hikkaduwa.
Stayed at Hotel Universal Beach. Nothing special—right on the water, but the rooms were dark even though they were clean. The manager was super nice, but the rest was meh, and breakfast was mediocre compared to what we’d had before (2 eggs and 3 slices of toast). Plus, it was late—8 AM.
First impression of Hikkaduwa wasn’t great—way too many Russians for our taste.
Monday, December 30th: Beautiful weather. Spent the whole day exploring. Turtle Beach, then the other side of the beach (toward Galle) near the fishing port. The beach there is much wider, with scattered hotels and super quiet. It’s beautiful—I should’ve booked somewhere in that area. Ended up having a great day away from the crowds.
Tuesday, December 31st: Overcast, then beautiful, rain at 4 PM. Had to end the year (and the trip) with some surf. Rented boards for the kids (3,000 LKR per board for the day). Bad luck—the waves were on a reef break but small. Not great for them, but no big deal. They still got out of the water by 2 PM. Walked the beach (which is gorgeous), had a juice, and went for a swim. Then back to surfing in the rain at 4 PM.
Wednesday, January 1st: Left by taxi at 5 AM (18,000 LKR). Flight at 10 AM. Arrived in Madrid at 8 PM.
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.
We did the Langtang trek (hike) from September 10th to 17th, with the first and last days being the trip from Kathmandu and back—so 6 days of actual walking. It’s a fairly well-known trek but certainly not as famous or crowded as those in the Annapurna or Everest regions, which is why we chose it.
In theory, it’s mandatory to have a guide for this trek. In reality, it seems there are ways to bypass the regulations: we met at least two people hiking without a guide—a South Korean, a New Zealander, and possibly also a couple of English women and an American couple, though we’re not sure if they had a guide.
The agency we booked with had told us it was an affordable trek for relatively older people in good shape—which is our case (I’m 72 myself). I have to say upfront that we found it quite challenging, maybe because we didn’t have good weather—it was the end of the monsoon season. To be clear, no matter your fitness level, I’d say doing this trek in the middle of the monsoon season would be suicidal.
Day 1 – Journey from Kathmandu to Syapru Besi
On Monday, September 8th, there had been violent protests in Kathmandu against the government, which had, among other things, blocked access to social media and been accused of nepotism and corruption. There were 19 deaths. The situation was very tense on the day of our departure, Wednesday the 10th. The agency warned us that public transport was very unreliable. So, we decided to take a jeep, at an additional cost of $100 ($160 minus what was already budgeted for the bus).
We left a little before 7 a.m. and it took us a good hour just to reach the outskirts of Kathmandu. Along the way, we saw several houses and vehicles set on fire by protesters.
The road to Syapru Besi is only 120 km, but it’s frankly awful. It’s always narrow, winds through endless mountains, and the shoulders range from bad to confusing to nonexistent. Several sections are just dirt tracks. We didn’t regret opting for the jeep, as we could stop several times at our convenience—if only to let Y (my Thai partner) throw up everything she had. She’d taken her usual motion sickness medication, but the constant turns, accelerations, and braking eventually made her terribly carsick.
In Nuwakot, we stopped for breakfast at a nice little restaurant, Jimbu. It was around 8:30 a.m., and we’d barely covered 60 km. The restaurant has a lovely garden overlooking the Trishuli Ganga, the river flowing down from Syapru Besi. First photo: the river in the bottom right corner, mist and clouds over the mountain on the other side.
An hour later, my second photo: the hills along the Trishuli Ganga. You can see the different crops—lush green rice paddies in the lower right and corn, already yellowed and likely harvested, in the foreground on the left. And of course, the mist and clouds through which you can glimpse the mountain on the other side of the river.
Last October, we landed in Marrakech to spend a few days with family exploring Morocco’s roads.
Transport: a rented Dacia.
Accommodations: small guesthouses.
Our first stop was just a few kilometers from Marrakech, at a lovely house perfect for relaxing and recharging before continuing. It’s called Bleu House, a little paradise on the outskirts of Marrakech. The welcome was very warm, with a beautiful pool and a lovely garden.
Next, we headed toward the Tichka Pass. The road has really improved in recent years—it’s much easier to drive now. No more getting stuck behind trucks, and today, the construction is practically finished.
Morocco has turned green after the recent rains. It’s a joy for the herds and shepherds.
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)
2- Around San Pedro
Vila beach
Sunset behind Santiago
The rocks and sea at Ponta Preta
At the summit of Monte Batalha
Calheta
Calheta de Baixo
The beaches just keep coming...
The dunes
The 3 coconut trees, a landmark to find the track
Boca da Ribeira beach
The hills on our right
Ribeira Dom João
Barreiro
The old track
The church in Vila do Maio
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.
On the right, the "welcome marker"—those dates offered everywhere as a sign of hospitality. On the left, a tribute to those stunning doors worn by time, admired all over the old quarters, including the abandoned ones.
Hospitality will often lead you to accept a small coffee, an "Omani coffee," very light, subtly flavored with cardamom, maybe a touch of saffron, and occasionally rosewater.
Here, I’ve depicted a man in the common everyday attire of Omanis: the dishdasha, mostly white (during the week and daytime; colors are more common in the evening or on Fridays and Saturdays). While you’ll see some men dressed in Western clothes, they’re very few. The white dishdasha is truly the shared attire of all men. The dishdasha, which has no hood, is distinguished by a small pom-pom attached to the collar, the furakha, which is soaked in perfume. And believe me, Omanis go overboard with it! "It smells like the pom-pom" is an expression that’s now part of our shared language, my husband and I.
Another must of men’s attire is the kuma, a small round head covering, usually white with brightly colored patterns. The keffiyeh is also worn (but without the cord called an agal in Arab countries), and it’s mostly worn by those with roots in the desert, from what I understood.
And what about the women, you might ask? Some are veiled, some in full black (but not a burka—more like a chador + abaya), due to the influence of Saudi Arabia and the United Arab Emirates, whereas the traditional outfit used to be a layering of very colorful dresses. Most of the women we saw wore neutral clothing, a plain veil over their hair, but with their faces uncovered. We also saw many saris and colorful veils—don’t forget that 40% of the population consists of Indian, Nepalese, and Bangladeshi immigrants, who work a lot in tourism, hospitality, restaurants, services, and construction.
Just to clarify, as a tourist, there’s no pressure to wear a veil, and never any disapproving looks. Of course, you’ll save the mini shorts, plunging necklines, bare shoulders, and midriffs for the hotel terrace—but I’d say that’s the same for men and women, and with the sun being strong, it’s better for your skin too.
Here’s the introduction! In the next post, I’ll tell you about my itinerary, and we can dive in!
Roundabouts are particularly interesting because they feature emblems of Turkmen culture, like the dog, a carpet, the Ahal Teke horse, or Muslim symbols, even though the presence of Islamic artifacts is quite limited.
Last October, we landed in Marrakech to spend a few days with family exploring Morocco’s roads.
Transport: a rented Dacia.
Accommodations: small guesthouses.
