Ouest Addict #3.1 : Chroniques d’une folie solitaire
L’Ouest me rend-t-il fou ? Voilà la seule question qui me vient à l’esprit… dans un instant de lucide concentration au moment de commencer la rédaction de ce journal. C’est que je viens de relire mon roadbook – inachevé faute de temps.
Je dois me rendre à l’évidence, ce Ouest Addict #3.1 est une pure folie.
Car c’est bien sur un coup de tête que j’ai décidé d’allonger d’une semaine complète mon déplacement professionnel à Palm Springs.
Une folie, car j’ai à peine consulté l’avis de ma famille pour prendre ma décision – l’addiction de l’Ouest prend toujours le dessus… « je resterai quelques jours tout seul pour faire des photos… » leur ai-je dit.
Une folie, car l’itinéraire n’a cessé d’évoluer en préparant ce mini-trip en solitaire… de Palm Springs j’ai 6 jours pour rejoindre Las Vegas pour mon vol retour. Entre les deux : l’Ouest ! et toutes ses tentations. Mais 6 jours c’est court… et si l’objectif principal de ce trip était clair depuis le départ, une 2ème cible est venue se rajouter…
…Sur un coup de folie il y a à peine plus d’un mois. En l’espace de 24 heures, j’ai chamboulé toute la première partie ; annulé 2 nuits d’hôtels et le photo tour à Upper Antelope Canyon déjà réservés… Devrais-je aussi changer la 3ème nuit pour couper la route ? non, ça va aller.
Mais non ! c’est de la folie… mais qu’est-ce que j’ai fait là ?? Sur le forum, on conseille toujours d’être raisonnable, de bien tenir compte des distances et des temps de trajet, de réduire la charrette… J’ai fait tout l’inverse. J’ai chargé la mule sans réfléchir.
Je suis fou ; la mule vient de poser le diagnostic. Trop tard pour me retourner… Je n’ai pas d’autre option que de me lancer tête baissée dans cette aventure.
Cette petite folie solitaire je vais la partager avec vous ; au travers de ces chroniques. Parce que c'est un véritable plaisir de relater mes journées d’Ouest-immersion en presque live, parce-que prendre la plume me donnera l’impression d’être moins seul… d’être moins fou ? Je ne crois pas… mais vous êtes toutes et tous les bienvenu-e-s pour m’accompagner sur les sinueux chemins de l’Ouest-aliénation.
Olivier
PS: Habitué-e-s de VF, vous vous demandez peut-être "qui est ce fou? 😉" - et c'est vrai que je suis un membre très passif ici... Ces chroniques sont pour moi aussi l'occasion de faire connaissance avec la grande communauté de VF (et vice-versa) 🙂
Liens vers mes symptômes précédents :
Ouest Addict #1 : 2014 la Californie
Ouest Addict #2 : 2015 de San Diego à Las Vegas au travers de l’Arizona et l’Utah
Ouest Addict #2.1 : 2016 quelques jours de plus dans l’Ouest
Ouest Addict #2.2 : 2017 Palm Springs et environs
Ouest Addict #3 : 2017 Colorado, Utah, Wyoming et South Dakota: 4 états pour un roadtrip !
Ah ah ah Olivier l'humour belge j'apprécie ! Rendez-vous sur cette chronique à tous les fous d'Amérique ?
"Before you judge me take a look at yourself"
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"On ne voit bien qu'avec le coeur, l'essentiel est invisible pour les yeux" (St Exupéry)
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Ravi de te retrouver ici le fêlé de l'Ouest. J'ai pas mal de tes lectures en retard mais je m'y plonge dès que je peux.
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Eric
"Si partir vivre ses rêves remplit l'âme, les partager après les avoir réalisés la grandit"
"Qui veut apprendre à se connaître commence par explorer le monde"
C’est la 4ème fois que je me rends à Palm Springs pour ce congrès qui se tient chaque année au mois de mars – et c’est la période idéale… si l’été on évitera de s’attarder ici tant les températures y sont insupportables, en mars par contre, c’est l’été ! Des maximas autour des 25º, un soleil généreux, à l’ombre des palmiers il y règne comme une atmosphère de vacances :)
Allez, je suis avant tout ici pour travailler hein ! Et si il y a bien une chose à laquelle je ne m’habituerai jamais, ce sont les salles sur-air conditionnées. C’est quand même un comble de devoir prendre un pull avec soi, pour ne devoir l’enfiler qu’à l’intérieur – ça aussi ça me rend fou ! Heureusement il y a un remède tout simple : un zeste de wilderness et ça repart !
L’année dernière j’ai illustré mon passage en photos sur mon blog; mais il me restait un point d’intérêt majeur à explorer: Indian Canyons
Il s’agit d’une zone dans la réserve indienne des Cahuilla qui offre de nombreuses possibilités de balades et randonnées. On y rentre de la même manière que pour les parcs nationaux: en passant par une cahute où il faudra s’acquitter d’un droit d’entrée de 9$ par adulte. Il est ensuite possible de rejoindre les différents trailheads en voiture. Comme je n’ai pas énormément de temps (je vous ai dit que j’étais ici pour travailler ? :p), je me contente du Andreas Canyon Trail, boucle de 1 mile.
Et c’est une agréable surprise! La marche d’approche longe le canyon dans un premier temps, ce qui permet d’apprécier l’étendue de cette petite oasis.
On pénètre ensuite à l’intérieur de l’oasis. On se trouve alors au bord des eaux qui ont créé ce petit paradis.
Il fait bon à l’ombre des palmiers; et si les cascades ne sont pas impressionnantes, elles restent sympas à photographier…
J’apprendrai ensuite qu’il y a une cascade de près de 20 mètres sur le trail du Tahquitz Canyon. C’est malin ça… il faudra que je revienne !
Voilà un démarrage sympathique tout en douceur qui laisse présager un beau programme.
Bon courage dans cette dure labeur avec ta polaire 😉😉😉.
"Si partir vivre ses rêves remplit l'âme, les partager après les avoir réalisés la grandit"
"Qui veut apprendre à se connaître commence par explorer le monde"
Hello Olivier,
Magnifique début de carnet avec ce zest d'humour qui nous rend la lecture encore plus attrayante.
Nous passerons à Palm Springs en juin 2019 (oui, je sais, ça sera sans doute le cagnard !), un après-midi et une nuit pour ensuite remonter vers le nord par Joshua Tree.
Nous avons prévu de monter au Mount San Jacinto State Park. Pensez-vous qu'il y autre chose que nous ne devons absolument pas rater ?
Peut-être l'Andreas Canyon trail ou un autre site à venir dans la suite de votre carnet ?
En tout cas, je vous confirme que votre addiction ne se soigne pas et c'est tant mieux !
Vivement la suite ....
Nous passerons à Palm Springs en juin 2019 (oui, je sais, ça sera sans doute le cagnard !), un après-midi et une nuit pour ensuite remonter vers le nord par Joshua Tree.
Nous avons prévu de monter au Mount San Jacinto State Park. Pensez-vous qu'il y autre chose que nous ne devons absolument pas rater ?
Peut-être l'Andreas Canyon trail ou un autre site à venir dans la suite de votre carnet ?
Salut Frisco,
Prendre l'Aerial Tramway jusqu'au Mount San Jacinto est certainement une bonne idée pour prendre un peu d'air "frais". Les Indian Canyons il risque d'y faire trop chaud, surtout que ça n'ouvre que de 8 à 17h, donc à moins d'y être à l'ouverture, ce sera difficile d'en profiter.
Pour une demi-journée à Joshua Tree par contre je ne peux que recommander le schéma suivant:
entrée dans le parc par le nord-ouest 4-5 heures avant le coucher du soleil
aller jusqu'à Keys View
faire une courte rando: Hidden Valley pour la plus courte; sinon il y a qqlques trails sympas de ~4km
rester sur les rochers jusqu'au coucher du soleil
faire la route pour sortir du parc quand le ciel est encore tout coloré
Si tu n'arrives pas trop tard dans le coin, il est possible de faire l'Aerial Tramway + Joshua Tree dans la journée, et de faire étape à Yucca Valley ou Twentynine Palms...
En remontant vers le nord tu rejoindras inévitablement la route 66 à Amboy - ville presque fantôme si il n'y avait pas Kevin, le tenancier de la station service 😏
Merci pour toutes ces infos que nous allons intégrer dans la préparation de notre prochain trip.
Nous arriverons de Los Angeles, pas sûr que nous pourrons faire Mount San Jacinto et Joshua Tree dans la même journée mais un coucher de soleil sur Joshua Tree est une bonne idée.
En attendant, bonne rédaction que nous allons suivre de très près !
Jeudi 8 mars: Joshua Tree NP
Toujours en quête d’échappatoire pour fuir cette horreur qu’on appelle l’air conditionné, il y a un endroit que j’apprécie tout particulièrement dans le coin : le parc de Joshua Tree évidemment. Une fois n’est pas coutume, je lui consacre une après-midi jusqu’au coucher du soleil.
A mes yeux, la plus belle partie du parc se situe au nord-ouest – du côté de Yucca Valley. Je ne me lasse pas des paysages qui se dévoilent sous mes yeux une fois rentré dans le parc. Ni même de Keys View, ce magnifique point de vue sur la faille de San Andreas et sur la Salton Sea au sud
Le soleil se couche vers 17h45, je n’ai pas énormément de temps – mon choix se porte alors sur Skull Rock
Le trail du même nom est une boucle de 2,7 km qui permet d’apprécier les décors bien typiques du parc
Les plus belles lumières sont celles qui précèdent le coucher du soleil - qui sculptent la roche comme un rasoir
Thumb Up ! le parc lui même semble apprécier ma précence :)
Initialement je pensais me planter sur un rocher pour apprécier le soleil tirer sa révérence. Mais la zone de Skull Rock est un peu encaissée dans le relief du parc, et les rayons de l’astre se cachent déjà. Je reprends rapidement ma monture vers l’ouest, jusqu’au début de la piste du Geology Tour.
Le coucher du soleil se passe de commentaire :D
Allez, sur ce bonne nuit, ou bonjour chez vous – moi je vais me reposer, car demain marque le véritable point de départ de ma folle aventure…
As tu visité, un peu plus au Sud: Anza Borrego SP ??
Salut Jean,
Non je ne l'ai pas visité. Je l'ai déjà repéré sur Google Maps, mais je n'ai pas encore eu l'occasion d'étudier ce parc... il y a tant à faire...
Olivier
Toujours superbes tes photos comme d'hab. Et dire qu'après 5 fois dans l'Ouest je n'ai pas encore visité Joshua park 🙁🙁🙁. Il va falloir que j'arrive à le caser la prochaine fois.
"Si partir vivre ses rêves remplit l'âme, les partager après les avoir réalisés la grandit"
"Qui veut apprendre à se connaître commence par explorer le monde"
J'embarque dans cette folie solitaire 😉. Joshua Tree me donne bien envie, tes photos y sont pour beaucoup😎! Faut que j'arrive à l'intégrer à notre voyage d'avril 2019...
A bientôt pour la suite!
Ouest américain : road-trip multigénérationnel : https://voyageforum.com/v.f?post=7117430;#7117430 - tête-à-tête mère-fils, avril 2017 https://voyageforum.com/v.f?post=8104174;#8104174 - De Yellowstone à Disneyworld juillet 2018 https://voyageforum.com/v.f?post=9104079;a=9104079
J'embarque aussi dans ce post: j'aime beaucoup cette région, totalement en dehors des circuits classiques...
Jolies photos du narrateur
Je m'excuse à l'avance de la qualité des miennes, c'est juste pour répondre à ta question concernant Anza Borrego
The Slot connais pas, Fonts Point, oui.
Ce point de vue d'Anza Borrego que l'on atteint par une piste de 4 miles très sablonneuse (4x4) offre un panorama unique sur une zone de badlands stupéfiante.
Déjà chaud au printemps, une fournaise très vraisemblablement en été.
Vendredi 9 mars : de la Palme à la Pêche
Pour commencer un road-trip, rien de tel que … une journée de transition ! Et pour cause, Palm Springs – mine de rien – est relativement loin des deux objectifs que ma folie m’a imposés sur ce road-trip.
Et qu’est-ce qu’on fait pour ne pas s’ennuyer lors d’une journée de transition ? On charge la mule !
Au programme donc aujourd’hui : la Mojave Desert National Preserve. Souvent ignoré voire simplement traversé, voyons un peu ce que ce parc a à nous offrir…
Mais d’abord il me faut clôturer ma semaine professionnelle par 2 dernières sessions au congrès, et je peux enfin lancer mon compteur à miles à 11h30. Direction la 29 Palms Highway, et puis l’Amboy Road. Le long de celle-ci, de nombreuses boites-aux-lettres
Typique des USA je sais… mais ce qui m’interpelle c’est qu’on est en plein désert ici, et la première ville est à 20 ou 30km… qu’est-ce qui pousse les gens à venir habiter ici ? Enfin, je me tais, après tout, c’est moi le fou dans toute cette histoire :p
Arrivé dans le parc, je passe outre le Visitor Center de Kelso, direction Lava Tube. Je retrouve rapidement les arbres de Joshua si familier, mais le décor est tout différent !
Un peu plus loin je tourne à droite – aucune indication, donc bien penser à mettre à 0 son odomètre à Kelso : la piste se trouve à un peu moins de 15 miles. C’est une bonne piste à l’exception de quelques passages avec des cailloux, mais rien de bien méchant. 5 miles plus loin le trailhead. Trail de 300 mètres tout au plus qui mène à une échelle qui permet de descendre dans le « tube », qui ressemble plus à une grotte qu’un tube… En arrivant, j’ignorais complètement si le soleil serait bien orienté – c’est donc une agréable surprise de découvrir 2 beams de lumière dans la grotte
Celui du fond est plus photogénique
Ma folle euphorie m’impose de tester toutes les silhouettes possibles dans le beam – je vous ai gardé l’apparition d’un bio-man – ou la rencontre du troisième type qui passait par là (moi quoi!)
Mais ce qui m’avait surtout motivé à planifier la Mojave Desert National Preserve pour cette journée de transition, ce sont les dunes de Kelso – et hors de question de me rendre dans ce type d’endroit au milieu de la journée ! J’avais donc planifié d’attaquer le trail 1h30 avant le coucher du soleil.
La marche dans le sable est très pénible, et j’hésite même à faire l’ascension jusqu’au bout. Je zigue-zague pas mal pour trouver des passages où le sable n’est pas trop mou. Finalement, la dernière partie de l’ascension sur la crète est la plus facile : il suffit de marcher dans les traces, comme si on montait l’escalier
Mais vous avez vu le vilain soleil ? Il a décidé de se cacher… Dommage pour les photos, j’y aurais bien vu une belle lumière rasante…
En haut de la dune, je rencontre deux français, dont l’un vit à Montréal. On fait connaissance en attendant de voir si le soleil nous réserve une surprise, mais rien n’y fait…
La descente est très fun : on marche lourdement en se laissant enfoncer presqu’à pic, et le roulement des grains de sable fait un bruissement très étrange.
On parle, on parle, mais avec tout ça, je n’ai pas parcouru la moitié de la route nécessaire pour cette journée de transition, moi ! Ouest-aliénation quand tu me tiens…
Bonjour Olivier,
En cliquant sur tes différents liens, je suis resté scotché par la qualité et l'originalité des photos, et n'ai pas réussi à décrocher pendant 1 heure en parcourant toutes tes pages, en me disant : on dirait vraiment des photos de pro... Puis, en allant sur la page d'accueil, j'ai vu que tu es pro 😎!
Merci pour le plaisir visuel que tu nous offres... Il me faudra encore du temps pour tout découvrir.
J'ai un faible notamment pour tes photos de CBS, the Subway, Fantasy Canyon, Mammoth Hot Springs, et Chessler Park (surtout en imaginant tes enfants accomplir un tel effort !).
J'avais 2 questions à propos de tes différents trips :
- A CBS, pourrais-tu apporter des précisions sur la localisation du secteur à l'extrême droite, en contre-bas, souvent délaissé ?
Je suppose que cette photo est prise de ce secteur
- A Yellowstone, lors de votre balade improvisée, dans quel secteur se situe le pont de Nez Percé Creek, et dans quelle direction êtes-vous partis ?
J'avais 2 questions à propos de tes différents trips :
- A CBS, pourrais-tu apporter des précisions sur la localisation du secteur à l'extrême droite, en contre-bas, souvent délaissé ?
Bonne question... Tout ce dont je me souviens, c'est que depuis le parking on était parti vers l'extrême droite du site... C'est Mike mon guide qui disait qu'il était délaissé.
- A Yellowstone, lors de votre balade improvisée, dans quel secteur se situe le pont de Nez Percé Creek, et dans quelle direction êtes-vous partis ?
C'est après le Grand Prismatic, en montant vers Madison. Voici le point exact :) 44°34'22.1"N 110°49'13.4"W
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Olivier
Retour sur un coup de folie
Mercredi 31 janvier 2018, alors que j’erre comme souvent sur le net, un post sur un forum attire particulièrement mon attention : au milieu d’un circuit relativement classique, il y avait Havasu Reserve casé un peu maladroitement.
Il y a deux ans, j’avais tenté en vain d’obtenir une place de camping à Havasu Falls pour mon Ouest Addict #2.1. Réservations par téléphone uniquement ; ligne perpétuellement occupée ou en dérangement ; et quand j’obtiens enfin un interlocuteur au bout du fil après 2 semaines de tentatives infructueuses, c’est pour me dire que ma date est sold-out. Pour cette année, j’avais d’abord tenté ma chance en téléphonant au Lodge en juin dernier, mais celui-ci est fermé cet hiver. J’avais donc sorti de ma tête l’idée de voir les chutes du peuple des eaux bleu-vert…
…jusqu’à ce post. Et si je tentais ma chance ? Soyons fous ! Je sais que les réservations du camping ouvrent le 1er février à 8h00 MNT – le lendemain donc… nouvelle plateforme de réservation sur internet, ça risque d’être chaud – mais j’y suis :) une nuit, 2 nuits ? je suis en plein délire, l’hésitation est brève – tant pis ce sera une seule nuit, j’ai encore tout un programme derrière. Moins de 5 minutes et moins 159$ plus tard, j’ai mon sésame. Un petite folie quoi :)
Une petite folie qui vient avec son lot de conséquences – et je m’en rendrai compte plus tard quand je détaillerai mes journées dans mon road book… La première, c’est d’avoir dû me rapprocher le plus possible du trailhead hier – il était 23h00 quand je suis arrivé à Peach Springs. Il est 5h00 bien passé maintenant, je profite une dernière fois du wifi, avant de laisser ma folie m’emporter vers l’inconnu.
Les photos sont top ! Je ne me souviens pas en avoir déjà vu d'aussi bonnes de ce coin là.
Et celle de la lonely gas station est terrible. Très cinématographique. On imagine très bien un duo de fuyards fuyant un Terminator y débarquer dans une vielle caisse pourrie.
C'est à cause de ce genre de carnet que je me sens obligé de retourner encore et encore dans l'ouest.
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Patrice
"Faut pas trop tenter le diable, cet enfoiré ne reste jamais très longtemps sans réagir..." Johnny Dakota (le vrai)
Hello Olivier,
Je me joins aux autres (plus on est de fous, ... ) d'abord pour le plaisir de revoir des endroits que j'ai découverts l'an dernier (Joshua Tree et Indian Canyons) et puis pour découvrir la suite (que je ne connais pas). Tes photos sont splendides! Merci pour le partage.
Je vais tout de suite lire tes autres compte rendus, et je suis certaine que je vais en prendre plein les yeux.
A bientôt
Samedi 10 mars : descente au Paradis
J’arrive au parking de Hilltop peu avant 7h, et le lieu a des allures de bivouac du Paris Dakar : certains dorment encore dans leur tente plantée à côté des voitures, d’autres s’affairent autour de leur pickup pour les ultimes préparatifs de l’étape du jour.
Moi c’est facile, je suis tout seul !
Je pensais pouvoir mettre mon « petit » sac à dos photo dans celui-ci, mais j’ai préféré y renoncer – ou j’aurais dû me passer d’eau et de nourriture… mais je ne suis pas fou ! Si ?
7h20, je me lance sur le Supai Trail. Le début est assez éprouvant pour les chevilles et les genoux ; ça descend pas mal dans les switchbacks et il y a pas mal de cailloux.
Ensuite l’essentiel du trail se déroule dans le canyon, et le décor qui nous entoure est très agréable
Je croise les premiers convois de mules au trot
Je croise aussi un ranger, qui vérifie que je suis bien en possession d’une réservation en bonne et due forme. Et après près de 2 heures de marche, je vois enfin un signe qui me certifie que je suis sur le bon trail :D
En même temps, il aurait vraiment fallu que mon Ouest-aliénation me dévore tous les neurones pour que je puisse me tromper, hein !
10h05 : les premiers signes de civilisation !
Le village se trouve en fait 5 minutes plus loin – mais je m’arrête au premier lieu de ravitaillement, le Sinyella Café, pour bruncher avec un excellent Buritto. C’est étrange comme endroit… comme si le temps s’était arrêté ; il y règne un calme absolu : les oiseaux chantent, les enfants des locaux jouent pendant que leur père bricole; je resterais bien des heures à savourer cet instant. Ce bel équilibre sera gâché par le vacarme d’un hélicoptère, et aussi par l’accumulation des déchets chez certains locaux.
Je poursuis ma route, direction le Tourist Office pour m’enregistrer
Et puis ? Direction le paradis !
On commence avec Old Navajo Falls
Un peu plus loin c’est Little Navajo Falls – la photo ci-dessous n’en montre qu’une partie, mais j’aimais bien ce côté « minimaliste »
Et même quand il n’y a pas de cascade, l’Havasu nous offre un décor à couper le souffle
Avant d’arriver à la fameuse Havasu Falls
Je resterai longuement à photographier les chutes sur les travertines
Mais il est temps pour moi de me trouver un endroit où planter ma tente, surtout qu’il commence à pleuvoir ! Et là je me rends compte que tous les emplacements disposant d’une table sont déjà bien occupés ! Je trouverais finalement une place sur la rive est ; au bord de la paroi du canyon. Le temps de m’installer, la fine pluie semble s’estomper ; je peux poursuivre mon chemin vers Moony Falls !
Je me sens nettement plus léger, et ça fait du bien
Moony Falls n’est pas très loin, et je reste bouche bée devant ce saisissant spectacle
Mais il y a du monde en bas, et je me fais prendre dans un embouteillage avant la partie la plus risquée de la descente. Pendant une vingtaine de minute la voie est à sens unique car ils sont nombreux à remonter. Quand je peux enfin m’y engager, je dois vite rebrousser chemin car d’autres arrivent. Au final, je décide d’abandonner, car la voie est complètement détrempée et très glissante, et avec mon trépied et l’appareil photo, je n’ai qu’une main pour m’accrocher aux chaines… sur le coup j’ai vraiment regretté de ne pas avoir pris mon sac photo, mais c’était impossible. Ma dernière vue sur Moony Fall est donc celle-ci
Je termine en photographiant quelques travertines dans le camping
"Si partir vivre ses rêves remplit l'âme, les partager après les avoir réalisés la grandit"
"Qui veut apprendre à se connaître commence par explorer le monde"
C'est blindé sur place mais il n'y a personne dans l'eau. Hum, elle ne doit donc pas être bien chaude... 😉
@Olivier: Je vois que le trépied était de la partie 😉 les photos rendent très bien en tout cas.
Finalement, vu le prix d'entrée, il vaut mieux être seul pour descendre à Havasupaï maintenant 🤪
Les photos sont top ! Je ne me souviens pas en avoir déjà vu d'aussi bonnes de ce coin là.
Et celle de la lonely gas station est terrible. Très cinématographique.
Salut Patrice,
Merci! Malheureusement quand je suis repassé devant la station vendredi, j’ai eu la grosse déception de voir qu’ils avaient “réparé” l’enseigne avec de simples planches de bois peintes en blanc et rouge... super moche 🤮🤢
Je vois que le trépied était de la partie 😉 les photos rendent très bien en tout cas.
Finalement, vu le prix d'entrée, il vaut mieux être seul pour descendre à Havasupaï maintenant 🤪
Merci JP - quelque part, je trouve l’affluence bien modérée et c’est tant mieux; mais pour les porteurs de trépied, cela devient difficile de faire des photos sans personne... je crois que je vais en passer certaines sous Photoshop 🙂😉
Dimanche 11 mars : Tel un fou qui veut tenter sa chance
I wish I was a bird
Entre mes 2 campements du jour, il y a 55 miles… 55 miles, oui mais à vol d’oiseau… Entre les deux, il y a le Colorado River et cette merveille que l’on appelle le Grand Canyon ! Ahhh qu’est-ce que je voudrais être un oiseau aujourd’hui !
L’objectif principal de ce road trip, c’est la loterie pour The Wave à Kanab… Havasupai Falls c’était l’imprévu, le coup de folie… c’était juste pour remplir le week-end, car le bureau du BLM où se tient la loterie est fermé jusque lundi. Mais pour m’y rendre, je dois d’abord atteindre ma voiture, avant d’avaler les 400 miles nécessaires pour rejoindre Kanab ce soir. Avec la fatigue accumulée par les courtes nuits et les kilomètres de rando dans les jambes ; c’est de la folie pure de prendre le volant pour 6h30 de route.
Et la nuit fut agitée… je me réveille toutes les 2 heures par l’inconfort de ma position. Il pleut sans discontinuer, je sens que la serviette qui me sert d’oreiller est humide, ainsi que le fond de mon sac de couchage. Cela ne m’empêche pas de me rendormir à chaque fois – jusqu’à ce que je me réveille à 5h20 car j’ai les fesses mouillées ! Et non, je ne me suis pas « oublié », la folie de l’Ouest m’a pour l’instant épargné ces neurones-là.
Je fais le point quelques instants ; je sais que la journée risque d’être longue, très longue. Dure, très dure. il continue de pleuvoir, mais cela ne sert à rien de postposer mon départ. Je fais mon sac-à-dos minutieusement pour ne pas mélanger les affaires mouillées du reste – à 6h15 j’attaque les quelque 4 kilomètres qui me séparent du village.
7h15 j’atteins l’héliport. Je suis seul. Peu de temps après d’autres campeurs arrivent – tout le monde se questionne si l’hélico volera aujourd’hui. Je m’étais tellement préparé à ne pas compter dessus, que j’ignore la chance qui se présente à moi : si j’attends, je serai parmi les premiers au départ… à 10h – à condition qu’il n’y ait pas beaucoup de locaux qui useraient de leur droit de priorité. 3 heures d’attente d’un hypothétique hélicoptère ; peut-être une de plus pour embarquer. Autant mettre ces heures à profit et économiser 85$ et me refaire une santé ! Après un café et un excellent breakfast burrito au Sinyella Café je me lance sur le coup de 8h
La première heure, je ressors vite l’appareil photo – c’est qu’il est vraiment sympa ce trail ; il mériterait le détour même sans les chutes
Ensuite, je décide d’activer le mode mule sur ma machine à avancer. Après tout, comme je l’ai chargée, c’est la moindre des choses que la mule participe à l’effort. Tête baissée, j’avale la caillasse sans broncher. À 10h15, ma mule et moi atteignons le pied des switchbacks, pas peu fiers. Une pause d’un quart d’heure, je vide la bouteille d’eau de source du camping que je gardais « au cas où ».
J’enclenche les vitesses lentes, et c’est parti pour l’ascension finale. Quel calvaire…
La mule souffle.
La mule grogne à chaque fois qu’un hélico passe.
Sur les tronçons les plus pentus, la mule doit s’arrêter brièvement tous les 5 mètres.
Surtout ne pas regarder en haut… Je croise des arrivants, qui me sortent le classique « hey, how-r-u-doin’ ? » Je réponds comme par réflexe : « Exhausted ! » déclenchant leurs rires. Ce n’est pas drôle.
11h15 j’arrive sur le parking – liquidé… L’helico débarque son 4ème vol : 5 campeurs – je m’en fous, je l’ai fait – na !
Ravitaillement, je change de t-shirt, il est 11h30 quand mes jambes tremblantes touchent les pédales. Je regarde le road-book : j’ai 2 heures d’avance… Waouw. 3h15 pour l’ascension depuis le village alors que j’en prévoyais 4 et demi. La folle euphorie m’emporte ; je lance mon bolide ; ma journée ne fait que commencer.
Musique à fond sur la route ; les différents panneaux me rappellent d’excellents souvenirs de mon Ouest Addict #2 en famille : Seligman, Williams, Wupatki NM… tiens, ils ont fait un rond-point à la jonction entre l’US-89 et la route vers le grand canyon ?
Un peu plus tôt je m’étais arrêté pour faire le plein… J’ai à peine pu marcher – mes jambes sont tétanisées.
L’excitation m’emporte dès que j’aperçois les red-rocks au loin… J’avais oublié le panoramique qu’offre l’US-89 ; mais ici les nuages veulent gâcher mon euphorie.
16h un peu passé je m’arrête au trailhead de Waterholes Canyon. Quelques voitures, d’énormes pancartes Navajo Fee – Hiking Permit required… Oui je sais tout ça, et au vu du nombre de voitures, je me dis que c’est peut-être risqué. Comme il fait couvert, le jeu n’en vaut peut-être pas la chandelle… Un peu plus loin, Page quand à elle est sous le soleil
Je me rends quand même au Navajo Tribal Park & Recreation Office à Lechee, mais celui-ci est fermé. Pas de permis donc. En rejoignant l’US-89, je vois que le ciel se dégage au sud… allez, permis ou pas, j’y retourne !
Je descends dans le Waterholes Canyon pour visiter la section est. Le début du canyon n’est pas très intéressant, mais on me dit que ça se rétrécit plus loin. Je fonce, car le soleil n’est déjà plus très haut
Après un bon kilomètre et demi, je vois des cairns sur le côté indiquant un retour possible à la surface. Et là, qui c’est qui est là pour me faire une surprise ? L’Ouest ! Avec son plus bel apparat
Seulement du bout des mollets. Mais d’autres s’en donnaient à cœur joie; mais jamais bien longtemps!
Salut Olivier
JP avait raison elle était plutôt fraîche même pour un fou solitaire 😉😉😉
"Si partir vivre ses rêves remplit l'âme, les partager après les avoir réalisés la grandit"
"Qui veut apprendre à se connaître commence par explorer le monde"
Eh ben quelle nuit agitée 🙁🙁🙁. Mais bon même une mule grognon a du répondant et avale les miles sans succomber aux sirènes de la facilité. Et puis the cherry on the cake pour bien finir la journée. Tu risques de t'en souvenir longtemps de cette journée 😉😉😉.
"Si partir vivre ses rêves remplit l'âme, les partager après les avoir réalisés la grandit"
"Qui veut apprendre à se connaître commence par explorer le monde"
Lundi 12 mars : et maintenant, qu’est-ce qu’on fait ?
Abra-Kanabra ! J’ai donc réussi ce pari fou : faire Palm Springs – Kanab en passant par la Mojave National Preserve et Havasupai Falls en moins de 56 heures. Finie la folle épopée ; voici qu’aujourd’hui s’ouvre la deuxième partie de cette virée en solitaire : celle du roadbook inachevé ! A côté des heures des levers et couchers du soleil, et des noms d’hôtels réservés, il y a : The Wave Lottery ; et quelques lignes de ma West Wish List.
La loterie tout d’abord : ne pas se tromper d’heure ! J’ai changé en rentrant en Arizona vendredi. Samedi, alors que j’avais les fesses mouillées sous ma tente, tous les Etats-Unis passaient à l’heure d’été. Tous ? Sauf l’Arizona ! Mais ce n’est que de courte durée, puisque depuis hier soir, je suis en Utah… Perdu 2 heures en 2 jours. Ké casse-tête, ch’te jure – et on dit que c’est moi qui suis fou ?
Quand j’arrive sur le parking du BLM à 8h45, il est déjà complet. Un monde de fous (mais qu’est-ce que je viens faire ici moi ?) à l’intérieur. Je remplis ma fiche, comme 63 autres groupes. C’est dingue : il y a 2 ans à cette époque on était 35 groupes. Le tirage est rapide : 2 + 4 + 6 personnes. C’est fini, je peux rentrer bredouille à l’hôtel. Et je suis pris d’un énorme coup de fatigue… Comme si le fait d’avoir « atteint » l’objectif, mon corps me disait : bon maintenant t’arrête tes conneries et tu me « fous » la paix.
Je vais prendre le petit déjeuner dans un café de Kanab, histoire de remettre le pied à l’étrier. Et si j’allais à White Pocket ? Avec la pluie du weekend le sable ne sera pas trop mou, et comme à mon habitude, j’ai loué un SUV fullsize, afin de m’assurer une généreuse garde au sol – denrée de plus en plus rare sur les SUV récents. La piste ne devrait pas poser de problème à mon Ford Expedition, vrai 4WD avec de bons pneus Goodyear Wrangler. Dans mes bagages, un compresseur pour pouvoir les dé/regonfler si nécessaire ; et même une pelle pour parer à un éventuel enlisement. Je vous entends d’ici : “il est fou ce type”, et je vous donne raison :)
Mais White Pocket j’y ai déjà été – et comme les jours dans l’Ouest il ne faut pas en abuser, je me tourne vers ma West Wish List : Wire Pass, Buckskin Gulch, Edmaier’s Secret, Yellow Rock… Que du beau monde. Euh –« ça fait pas un peu beaucoup pour une journée ? » me dit ma mule. Mais non ! Bien sûr que si.
J’arrive vers midi sur le trailhead de Wire Pass. Alors que je remplis ma petite enveloppe avec les 6$ une voiture vient à mon niveau et le gars me demande où se trouve CBN. Je lui demande s’ils ont un permis évidement – il me regarde bizarre, et me précise « The Wave » - bon sang mais c’est bien sûr ! Je ne les aide pas et je les envoie chercher un permis à Kanab – Ils n’imaginent pas être si près du but. N’empêche que cela fait réfléchir. Sur le registre, de nombreuses lignes comportent « The Wave » comme destination, et la colonne Permit # n’est pas remplie. Ils sont nombreux à frauder – volontairement ou non. Et toi qui veux faire ça dans les règles tu restes là avec ta déception de perdre à la loterie.
Bon, c’est pas tout ça ; je parle, je parle, et je vous entends d’ici : vous voulez les photos du jour ! Je commence donc par Wire Pass. Je m’étais bien renseigné sur le premier tronçon obstrué et son contournement par la droite. J’y suis !
La paroi humide par endroit donne un effet sympa
En arrivant à la confluence avec Buckskin Gulch, je m’engage d’abord dans la branche sud, mais rapidement je rencontre un tronçon immergé. Tant pis, le nord alors, direction Edmaier’s Secret ! Mais ici aussi c’est fort mouillé
Et je dois rapidement enfiler mes chaussures d’eau. Nom-di-dju qu’elle est froide ! Au bout de quelques secondes la sensation de froid se transforme en douleur intense - qui ne cesse que lorsque le pied arrive à se thermoréguler à nouveau une fois sorti de l'eau.
J’arrive à la sortie du slot canyon, et là où le wash prend cours au milieu des prairies, je devine Edmaier’s Secret sur la droite. Je resterai une bonne heure sur ce secteur sud. La vue sur Buckskin Gulch est grandiose
Mais surtout ces contrastes de couleurs, ces courbes et ce lignes font le bonheur de mon objectif
Le vue d’en bas ne démérite pas non plus
Il est plus de 17h30 quand je rejoins le trailhead. Je sais que je n’arriverai pas assez tôt pour profiter des belles lumières sur Yellow Rock ; pour le coucher du soleil, j’opte donc pour un secteur facile d’accès en voiture : Old Paria
La mule a mis le turbo : 5h30 pour faire plus de 20 bornes de la boucle avec tous les arrêts photos😎. Pas de souci dans le wash en remontant d'Edmaier avec les dernieres pluies ?
J'aurai bien aimé voir la tête de la mule dans la montée dans les éboulis de Yellow Rock, après tous ces kms 😛. T'es sûr que c'était juste une histoire d'heure de sunset pour aller plutot à Old Maria 😉 😏 ?
La mule a mis le turbo : 5h30 pour faire plus de 20 bornes de la boucle avec tous les arrêts photos😎. Pas de souci dans le wash en remontant d'Edmaier avec les dernieres pluies ?
Je n'ai pas fait la boucle complète, juste un AR Wire Pass > secteur sud d'Edmaier. Mon GPS totalisera 13km quand-même. Le wash était fort boueux par endroit, mais ça passait
J'aurai bien aimé voir la tête de la mule dans la montée dans les éboulis de Yellow Rock, après tous ces kms 😛. T'es sûr que c'était juste une histoire d'heure de sunset pour aller plutot à Old Maria 😉 😏 ?
🤪 t'aurais dû voir la tête de la mule hier *strenous* CR ce soir si tout va bien 😉 - teasing: ce n'est pas Yellow Rock
Mardi 13 mars : Better luck next time
2ème et dernière chance d’obtenir un ticket pour The Wave ; à nouveau plus de 60 groupes ; à nouveau mon numéro de sortira pas au bingo. Bon ben voilà, je suis venu ici pour rien ! Je rentre à l’hôtel – plus rien ne me retient ici. Je m’affaire à trouver un hôtel pour ce soir – je choisis Hurricane – histoire de me rapprocher un peu de Las Vegas ; et enfin préparer le trail du jour
Ce sera White Domes – en bonne place sur ma Wish List, et c’est sur la route. 2 options de rando – je prends la plus courte, par Water Canyon, mais aussi la plus dure – la mule a pleine confiance en ses pattes dirait-on – même pas peur ! Le temps de charger les cartes topo et la trace GPS ; en route mon kiki.
La piste qui mène jusqu’au réservoir au trailhead est en très bon état, et accessible en voiture. Je démarre le trail vers 11h30. Au début le canyon me rappelle la Left Fork of North Creek du Subway – et c’est normal, on est tout près de Zion. 45 minutes pour arriver à Water Canyon, je sors le trépied pour les poses longues. Jusqu'ici tout va bien
Avant de continuer ma marche vers l’amont. Euh… ? mais comment on fait pour monter tout ça ?
Et « ça », ce n’est qu’un aperçu de ce qui attend la mule… Il faut monter, monter, et monter sur des chemins en corniche. Ceux-ci forment un labyrinthe vertical et la mule navigue au petit bonheur la chance… Mais rappelez-vous : la chance, la mule elle n’en a pas : je dois souvent rebrousser chemin – tantôt le chemin se termine sur un point de descente en rappel dans le canyon ; tantôt le chemin pris semble finalement redescendre dans le canyon.
La mule souffle, la mule grogne, la mule a mal aux pattes, très mal. Quand enfin j’atteinds le « sommet », je n’ai aucune idée où aller. Pas de cairn, rien. Je suis comme sur un plateau, mais c’est une cuvette ; et il faut encore monter pour en sortir
J’avance au cap ; en craignant l’impasse à chaque fois que je grimpe une bosse. Je regarde la carte, le plateau est comme un réseau de washes, et sur la fin le trail semble suivre l’un d’entre eux. Il est là… mince, je suis trop haut. J’avance prudemment, jusqu’à devoir descendre une paroi de 2 mètres. Dans le wash, quelques traces dans le sable à moitié effacées par la pluie. Je suis bon.
Mais le calvaire n’est pas fini ; cela continue de grimper
Il est presque 15h quand j’atteinds les domes blancs. 3h30 d’une pénible ascension de 660 mètres de dénivelée. Mais quelle récompense là-haut les amis ! Un sublime décor à rendre sotte la moindre mule.
En montant sur les domes, on aperçoit Zion au loin
Je reste 45 minutes sur le site ; avant d’attaquer la descente. L’eau dans le wash m’offre une dernière opportunité photo
Ah ! Un cairn m’indique l’endroit où il faut quitter le wash. Pas bien loin de là où j’y étais descendu finalement… Je poursuis, mais à nouveau c’est au pif… Comme je m’y attendais, je ne suivrai pas exactement le même chemin qu’à la montée. Plus je m’engage dans le canyon, plus ma trace GPS ne ressemble à rien. Impossible de s’y fier ; la précision ici ne vaut rien.
Mes genoux et mes chevilles s’endolorissent à chaque pas, à chaque choc. A chaque glissade aussi – et là tu stresses : il n’y a que toi sur le trail, et si ta mule se casse une patte, il faudra passer la nuit ici. Un peu de lucidité que diable !
C’est un soulagement d’atteindre Water Canyon. Le dernier tronçon de la rando me parait interminable… Il est 18h quand j’arrive à la voiture.
Salut Olivier,
Je suis ton récit avec grand plaisir !
Bon, honnêtement, c'est quand même plus pour la qualité de l'écriture et l'humour qui caractérise ton texte que pour tes photos mal cadrées, à moitié floues et on ne peut plus ternes 😏😏😏
Hey Pascal,
Maintenant que t'es là, le niveau de déconnade ne risque pas de baisser... 😉
Et les White Domes, un Must absolu, même si ça, on le savait déjà ! Dans chaque carnet, les gens ont du mal à trouver le chemin malgré le Gps, ça doit être quelque chose cette rando. 😮
Vivement la suite !
Bon, honnêtement, c'est quand même plus pour la qualité de l'écriture et l'humour qui caractérise ton texte que pour tes photos mal cadrées, à moitié floues et on ne peut plus ternes
Salut Pascal,
merci beaucoup pour ton retour! J'apprécie d'autant plus la critique photo très constructive 😉 - ça m'aide bien pour progresser 🤪 - donc je note: cadrage... netteté... et contraste... check! je vais travailler ça 😛😄😏
Olivier
Belle Wish-list ! 🙂
Bravo pour la préparation en amont : elle t'a permis d'aviser et de choisir selon la situation, et à chaque fois en sachant où tu allais ! Pas comme les touristes qui vont à the Wave les mains dans les poches et le nez au vent... 🤪
Les Park Rangers vont avoir du boulot dans la région ! 😏
merci beaucoup pour ton retour! J'apprécie d'autant plus la critique photo très constructive 😉 - ça m'aide bien pour progresser 🤪 - donc je note: cadrage... netteté... et contraste... check! je vais travailler ça 😛😄😏
Avec plaisir, tu sais moi quand je peux aider un petit jeune qui débute dans la photo 😏
Et puis ça n'a pas l'air mais sur VF il y a un minimum d'exigence artistique tout de même ! 😉
En ce moment, je passe surtout mon temps à rédiger mon carnet de l'Afrique du Sud de 2016 ! J'en suis déjà à la moitié (je sais, ça doit te faire rêver... 😛 😏) et je compte le terminer au plus tôt, parce que j'ai pas mal de traces et waypoints à préparer encore pour cet été...
Pour ton périple en Namibie, je suis vraiment resté sur ma faim, parce que les débuts étaient plus que prometteurs, tes photos juste splendides (pas au niveau de Tijdu quand même 😉, t'emballes pas non plus) et on avait envie de lire la suite... Un peu comme quand t'invites une fille dans un bon resto, et qu'après que t'aies payé, elle rentre directement chez elle 😏
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Et vivement la suite de Tidju...
Hi Guys,
Pour la suite il me reste une journée à vous raconter (je sais c’est court), mais il va falloir attendre un peu; je suis à Las Vegas et j’attends d’embarquer. Je compte bien mettre mon vol retour à profit pour vous rédiger ce dernier CR 😉
Olivier
Mercredi 14 mars : le jeu du chat et la souris – ou du ciel et la mule : round #1
La mule traine la patte ce matin… Alors qu’hier mon arrivée à Hurricane s’est faite sur un air de printemps
Quand je descends prendre le petit déjeuner je vois que le ciel est tout gris :( Je n’avais pas regardé les prévisions météo – et de toute façon quand je le fais, je me fais quand-même surprendre comme à Havasupai).
Je profite donc de ma chambre et du wifi pour vous poster les CR des derniers jours, avant de lever le camp. J’arrive vers 11h30 sur le trailhead du jour : Yant Flat. Il y a une dame dans sa voiture moteur allumé qui semble attendre que j’ai fini de préparer mon sac. Quand je passe à sa hauteur elle m’interpelle et me demande si je suis déjà venu. Non, mais je lui montre ma carte avec la trace et les waypoints. Elle en revenait. Elle commence à me parler de la piste où elle n’est pas à l’aise avec son petit SUV, surtout qu’on annonce beaucoup de pluie cet après-midi. Hein quoi de la pluie ? C’est vrai que les nuages au loin sont bien bien gris, et que les ornières sur certaines sections de la piste ne prédisent rien de bon si je dois sortir d’ici sous le déluge. La pluie est annoncée pour midi me dit-elle – avant de me montrer les simulations radar sur son téléphone avec une grosse tâche verte qui envahit peu à peu tout l’écran ; mais Yant Flat devrait être épargné jusque 15h ; « you gonna be fine » me lâche-t-elle pour conclure.
Je ne suis quand-même pas trop rassuré quand je me lance sur le trail. Je ne crois pas à la fiabilité des prévisions et le ciel est tout gris. Si c’est pour ramener des photos ternes et me faire encore taper sur les doigts par Swimmer 😉 c’est prendre des risques pour pas grand-chose.
Quand j’arrive au bout du trail, je m’oriente d’abord vers les formations que je vois sur la droite.
Hein, quoi ? il faut descendre là en bas ?? Moi qui croyais que Yant « Flat » c’était un « Plat »eau ! L’Ouest tu cherches à m’achever là ; je ne t’ai pas encore assez donné ?? Pas le temps de me poser de questions, je commence l’exploration.
Bizarrement, je suis plus à l’ouest que le premier waypoint que j’avais encodé. Au bout d’une demi-heure, je me décide d’aller vérifier par là-bas. Ça monte et ça descend ; la mule grogne à nouveau. J’arrive sur site – ah ouais !
Le soleil commence à faire de rares percées à travers les nuages, je profite de chaque brève opportunité pour shooter sans prendre le temps de travailler mes compositions. C’est sûr, Swimmer va encore me mettre une mauvaise note 😎 …
Oh my God, il est immense le site en fait – direction le second waypoint ; contre l’avis de la mule, car il faut à nouveau monter – descendre, grimper, crapahuter… Mais le maître-fou c’est moi, la mule n’a qu’à bien me soutenir. Le soleil commence à être plus généreux, et j’en oublie la menace de l’orage
Allez hop ! On va au troisième waypoint ! Comment ça non ? Tu vas avancer oui vieille bourrique ! ...un coup de cravache et ça repart. Le ciel se fâche, et le vent se lève… un vent à écorner les bœufs…Sauf qu’ici il n’y a que la mule et moi, et le vent il te balance des grains de sable à t’arracher l’épithélium… Mais il a du bon aussi, le vent semble tenir à l’écart les nuages – car malgré la belle éclaircie, l’orage reste proche, et semble vouloir me cerner au nord-est comme à l‘ouest.
Au loin. je devine les trombes d’eau que le ciel déverse. Le dernier waypoint semble être au-delà de ce vallon
Mais la mule en a ras les pattes, et je crains que nous perdions au jeu du chat et la souris avec ces nuages. Après avoir remonté le wash qui nous ramène au WP2, je rejoins la voiture en coupant à travers tout sur le plateau. Total 9,5km et 300m de dénivelée en 3h45. Il est 15h30 ; et surtout, on a gagné sur le ciel…
Mercredi 14 mars : le jeu du chat et la souris – ou du ciel et la mule : round #2
Avant de rejoindre Las Vegas, il me reste un point de passage obligé : Valley of Fire. Obligé, car les nuages sont restés derrière moi ; et obligé, car je n’y ai pas encore été ! La mule n’est pas d’accord – mais le fou a toujours raison. Je n’ai rien préparé – je n’ai même pas 2 heures avant le coucher du soleil ; alors je sors mon PTSW : Elephant Rock OK, Rainbow Vista blabla super "until after sunset" et White Domes also super "until after sunset". Mince, je dois choisir. Bah, White Domes a l’air plus sympa – avançons en faisant des arrêts rapides jusque-là.
Elephant Rock tout d’abord; à contre-jour d’en bas, je fais un bout du trail mais ça m’éloigne, et j’ai pas l’impression que je peux voir l’autre côté de l’éléphant. Je perds un temps précieux, je fais demi-tour.
Un peu plus loin je m’arrête pour cet arc-en-ciel
Avant de m’arrêter quand-même à Rainbow Vista. Je suis les instructions de PTSW et je trouve un autre éléphant
Et de sympathiques formations
Mais l’heure avance, et je traine de trop. Je relance ma monture au galop (pas la mule, l’autre monture – le mammouth qui rugit mais ne se plaint jamais). Je ne résiste pas à quelques arrêts le long de la scenic byway – la lumière est superbe
je vois un panneau « P3 Fire Wave » Oh oui ! pourquoi il n’en parle pas dans PTSW de celle-là ?? Nom di-dju ; 1 km de marche, le soleil est déjà bien bas ; j’avance au plus vite, contre ce vent qui continue de desquamer la mule. J’arrive évidemment trop tard.
Le ciel remporte le dernier round – la mule et moi sommes KO.
20h passé quand j’arrive sur Vegas – toujours impressionnant de voir cette vallée de lumière s’étaler sous mes yeux ; avant de les ouvrir de plus en plus grand au fur et à mesure qu’on approche du strip. Une douche, un burger, et une heure de blackjack. Gagné 100$ ; comme souvent quand je joue ici… Ah si au moins je pouvais avoir autant de chance à la loterie !
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So, the plan is Antalya for a few days, the Turkish Riviera for a few more, Cappadocia as the highlight, and a return via Antalya to wrap up the trip. And it was all planned by AI!
So, if you're ready, fasten your seatbelts—cabin crew, doors to automatic and cross check—boarding for Turkey now!
Bonjour tout le monde, nous voici rentrés d'un RT USA organisé par nos soins du 31/07/2026 au 26/08/2026.
La destination : Le Sud-Ouest USA avec le Texas, l'Arizona et le Nouveau-Mexique. 7000 kilomètres effectués à la louche.
L'Auto : Une Chevrolet Equinoxe pour deux en passant par BSP Auto et Avis. Et dedans 2 valises, un sac de voyage, deux valises cabines, la glacière de chez Walmart, le matos photos et les bouteilles d'eau (pack de 40).
Le trajet : Dallas DFW, Fort Worth, Houston, Austin, San Antonio, Alpine, El Paso, Tucson, Sedona, Albuquerque, Amarillo et Dallas pour finir avec départ sur DFW.
Les voyageurs : Deux séniors bien avancés dans l'âge (73 et 75) mais toujours en activité (pas épuisante physiquement) (pour rester vivants et financer les voyages), autonomes physiquement à 100%, intellectuellement beaucoup moins, passionnés des USA, pays où tout est possible, plus marcheurs que randonneurs, plutôt hôtels à partir de 3 étoiles que motels de bord de route, plutôt restos Italiens que nourriture US, adeptes des arrêts fréquents pour les photos, plutôt musées que rien, Plutôt sieste que marches forcées. Pas trop râleurs, juste ce qu'il faut pour rester français au pays du grand Satan qu'ils disent.
Pas trés doués pour les langues, Anglais des rues (mais bien pratique), Espagnol nul pour moi hormis : " Hola ! Una Cerveza por Favor ! " Cela fait court. Madame comprend tout mais refuse de parler.
Le coût du RT : Environ 12 000 euros avec les vols AF, Auto, Essence, cadeaux, visites et tutti quanti. Bien maitrisé puisque 13500 euros prévus au départ.
Le bilan positif : Un régal avec les longues routes à perte de vue. Des Musées à découvrir. Le constat de la présence Hispanique et de son Histoire importante dans ce secteur de l'Amérique. Des locaux adorables. Des touristes plus ou moins sympas. Un accent Texan abominable et difficile à comprendre. Des stations Gas qui sont de véritables magasins avec nourriture préparée et autre alcools vendus en Arizona et Nouveau-Mexique et des employés au top ! Toujours prêts à rigoler !
Le bilan négatif : La chaleur tout au long du séjour...43° sur Dallas en fin de séjour. Impossible de sortir dans les rues. Beaucoup de "Homeless" dans les rues de l'Hyper Centre de Dallas. Les breakfasts Hôtel toujours les mêmes. On s'y fait.
Donc, positif certes mais le concept commence à fatiguer. Il se pourrait que le modèle RT autonome soit repensé pour le prochain. SI celui qui est en haut nous prête vie.
Pour la suite, attendons les premières photos triées et passées à la moulinette.
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
Il arrive souvent qu'on nous demande quoi visiter en Belgique .
Et les réponses ramènent le plus souvent à Bruges , Gand, Anvers et Bruxelles , avec raison , ces villes valant la peine d'être visitées 😉 .
Toutefois, la Belgique, bien que petite , ne se limite pas à ces 4 villes .
J'habite l'une d'entre elles ( Bruxelles) , passe avec plaisir du temps dans les trois autres , mais j'ai envie d'aborder d'autres coins moins connus , qui pourront compléter le séjour de ceux qui ont envie d'en voir un peu plus , ou de voir autre chose .
C'est qu'entre deux voyages , j'aime bien visiter l'un ou l'autre coin du pays où j'habite .
D'où l'idée d'un carnet de balades .
La plupart des endroits dont je vais parler peuvent être visités en faisant l'aller-retour le même jour , au départ de Bruxelles , que ce soit en transports en commun ou en voiture .
Dans l'ordre chronologique des sujets abordés :
- Le barrage de la Gileppe ( province de Liège) -message 2 , page 1
- Le domaine de La Hulpe ( Brabant wallon ) - message 3 , page 1
- Malines ( province d'Anvers ) message 4 , page 1
- La côte - message 5 , page 1
- Le Westhoek , au départ de La Panne - message 6 , page 1
- Le Zwin, au départ de Knokke - message 7 , page 1
- Lier ( entre Malines et Anvers ) - message 8 , page 1
- Mons (Hainaut) - message 9 , page 1
- La région de Florenville . - message 12 , page 1
- Les Cantons de l'Est - message 13 , page 1
- Dinant - message 18 , page 1
- Le jardin japonais d'Hasselt - message 24 , page 2
- Louvain message 29 , page 2
- Louvain-la-neuve - message 32 , page 2
- Ostende - message 42 (page 3) et message 166 (page 9)
- Les floralies de Grand-Bigard . - message 43 , page 3
- Le bois de Halle -message 44 , page 3
- Les pralines - message 54 , page 3
- Charleroi - message 68 , page 4
- Namur - message 92 , page 5
- Le Bois du Cazier ( Marcinelle) - message 95 , page 5
- Les couques et les gozettes - message 96 , page 5
- Liège - message 99 , page 5
- Tournai - message 115 , page 6 .
- Audenarde ( Oudenaarde ) - message 121, page 7
- Jardin botanique de Meise - message 124, page 7 .
- Tongres ( Tongeren ) - message 125 , page 7 .
- Château de Beersel ( Brabant flamand) - message 126, page 7 .
- Bruxelles confinée ( messages 150 et 154 , page 8 )
- L'hôpital Notre Dame à la Rose , à Lessines ( messages 161 et 162 , page 9 ) .
- Westende ( message 167, page 9)
je complète cette liste au fur et à mesure de l'avancement du carnet ...
This travel journal is therefore intended solely for my photos, to present a consistent style.
All the shots were taken with a simple Samsung Galaxy smartphone and with whatever was at hand.
All stays combined, I’ve spent the equivalent of a year at most in Thailand, and I’m no great expert.
However, after many trips, lots of reading on VoyageForum and other sites, and conversations with many locals as well as expats, my view of the country is becoming clearer, though it’s constantly evolving. You never stop discovering and learning.
I guess I wanted to deliver a puzzle, mainly for those who want to get an idea of the country here and for those who feel nostalgic about it.
I don’t know if this minimalist sharing will interest anyone, but it’ll do me good to put it together. After so many months without traveling and then these other long months with VF closed, there’s plenty of material available.
There’ll be a mix of places, periods, and subjects, but it might well be intentional.
I suspect many Thais have dogs because they make excellent guardians for the home. Nothing better to deter burglars or to signal the presence of a snake. You’ll often see Thais tapping the top of their dog’s head, but don’t be fooled: it’s a sign of affection from them. Judging by the dogs’ reactions, they’re used to it.
Thailand is one of the countries on the planet where rabies is still present, so keep that in mind. It’s not just bites that can be dangerous, so don’t let just any dog lick you. Especially on a wound, of course.
Even though dogs often fear humans—this dangerous and unpredictable predator—we still need to stay cautious.
Be careful when walking into alleys because the dog will defend its master’s big yard. Be careful at night, and be careful when they’re in packs.
It sometimes crosses our minds that Thailand isn’t all that made for walking around, and dogs are one of the reasons.
That said, it’s not uncommon to see them chasing bikes or scooters. Cars, though? Much rarer—they’re too big.
It seems Thais prefer to give their dogs freedom by not locking them behind gates. Though sometimes the gate is closed, the little side door is wide open. Oh, and sometimes there’s no gate in front of the property, or it’s been full of holes for years.
You’ll often see dogs sleeping on the roadside, sometimes right on the road. When you approach, they move aside nonchalantly—or not at all. It’s less funny when they suddenly appear from thick vegetation, reminding visitors not to drive too fast. As a result, you’ll notice that dogs with injuries or missing legs aren’t that rare.
Since they believe in reincarnation and respect for all forms of life, they don’t chase dog packs away too much, and they don’t sterilize them enough. When you see a small pack roaming freely in the countryside, you think twice about running into them at the edge of a field.
A darker side of this is that euthanasia isn’t often practiced. Twice, we saw dogs at death’s door in temples, enduring terrible suffering with no one to help. The image (and the smell) of one of them, agonizing and exuding the stench of death, still comes back to me sometimes.
Some of you may have seen the YouTube vlog of a French woman living in Phuket who was given a little pig by her Thai friends. The animal, well-fed, quickly became a happy and enormous beast with its own garden. Yet it didn’t take long for it to fall seriously ill and become incurable. In her video, the French woman described how difficult it was to find a vet willing to perform euthanasia.
You’ll often see bowls by the side of the road. Thais leave food and water there for stray cats and dogs. Overall, they have a big heart for animals.
If you ever pop into a shopping mall, you might see people pushing their small dogs in strollers. It’s not just for fun—these strollers are provided for customers to put their pets in, otherwise you can’t bring them inside. It looks a bit odd when you expect to see a baby.
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.
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.
When we started looking for a summer destination a few months ago, our first criterion was to avoid extreme heat and heatwaves. We had already been to Norway two years ago and are considering going back in the future for other occasions. So, we had some fun asking ChatGPT which destinations enjoyed a mild climate during the summer without going too far. Among the list provided by the AI were the Canary Islands... The idea of a place we wouldn’t have thought of first, both not too far away and exotic enough, appealed to us: “Hmm, why not?”
This destination had never really attracted me, though Magali was a bit more interested. Five years earlier, COVID had caused a short break in my professional activity, and I had planned a trip because the flight price was attractive, and I was looking for a destination different from what usually appeals to me, more than out of deep interest. From a distance and with a social judgment I acknowledge (it’s not great, but it’s not completely wrong), I had the image of a destination for party-goers enjoying the sun without the slightest interest in local culture, with concrete coastlines and denatured landscapes—everything I detest the most. Still, I had done some quick research on the different islands and spotted Lanzarote for its beautiful volcanic landscapes, hiking trails, beaches, and the impression of a good balance between activity and fewer crowds than Tenerife or Gran Canaria. Then I dropped the idea of going, without ever reconsidering traveling to the Canaries...
Until now! Because we started researching the different islands of the archipelago to see which ones might appeal to us the most. It was La Gomera, the third smallest island of the archipelago, more praised for its hiking trails and preserved nature than for its beaches, away from mass tourism (fifty times fewer tourists than Tenerife) but still a bit more developed than its wild neighbor El Hierro, that caught our attention. Contrary to what might be suggested later, I’m not at all addicted to AI, but I use it from time to time to synthesize quick research or simply for experimentation. Since ChatGPT had started anticipating my tastes lately as if it had become my buddy (often successfully, sometimes off the mark), I asked which Canary Island would suit me best for a trip with my family. The tool answered first with... La Gomera. So, I tested it and teased it a bit to see if this suggestion was well-founded, as the method sometimes makes it contradict itself. But no luck: “You’d appreciate the wild nature of El Hierro, but with family, you’ll find little activity for the kids. You won’t like the touristy vibe of the big islands like Tenerife, Gran Canaria, Lanzarote, and Fuerteventura. You could consider La Palma, but it’s really La Gomera that will suit you best, based on your interests and the criteria given.” So, we dug deeper into our research and were convinced without a shadow of a doubt that this island was the one waiting for us.
Without knowing it, we had Canarians in our circle who revealed their origins when they heard about our travel plans. One from Tenerife insisted we’d be better off choosing Tenerife (obviously...) because it also has preserved spots and that La Gomera, “you can explore it in two or three days, you’ll get bored quickly...” The other, a colleague from Gran Canaria who had never visited La Gomera, still recommended it without hesitation because it turned out her parents had just gone there on vacation: they loved it and had encountered few tourists. She also tended to think this destination was usually the subject of short stays, but according to what her parents told her, taking your time there was also a great idea. However, in our research, the idea that La Gomera is an island you can explore in three or four days max kept coming up. So, we considered combining its visit with La Palma or El Hierro, the other two that caught our eye. But hopping between islands by ferry represents a significant budget for non-Canarians, even more so for a family of four. Then, scrutinizing Google Maps, it seemed obvious that two weeks were too short to discover two islands as they deserve, and that there seemed to be plenty to see in La Gomera, given its very unique culture. After all, we read that some people spend several months a year there, others never even leave... Finally, these landscapes and this atmosphere, which seemed to us a mix of Europe, North Africa, and Latin America, tempted us. So, it would be two weeks in La Gomera, deal!
La Gomera is therefore the second... well, the third smallest island of the Canaries since La Graciosa was recently recognized as a fully inhabited island. It has the shape of a rough circle about 20 to 25 kilometers in diameter and has just over 20,000 inhabitants, half of them in its capital, San Sebastián de la Gomera, the only real town. Like its Canarian sisters, La Gomera is a volcanic formation that rose about 10 million years ago. The island is very mountainous and rugged, covered with red and black rocky landscapes. Geological activity has shaped, between the sprawling massifs that end in steep cliffs in the ocean, six coastal valleys with tropical vegetation that have favored human settlement. They divide the island like slices of a cake; from the north clockwise: the agricultural Vallehermoso, the rustic Agulo, the green, humid, and fertile Hermigua, the sunny capital San Sebastián de la Gomera, the southern and isolated Alajeró-Santiago, and the seaside Valle Gran Rey. They constitute the six municipalities (more like cantons to our French understanding) of the territory.
The large solidified magma massifs that shape the heart of the island have created a large depression more protected from the sun at its center, allowing the growth of a vast laurel forest, today grouped within the Garajonay National Park, La Gomera’s green lung, which has earned it the status of a World Biosphere Reserve. Its completely European appearance contrasts sharply with the rocky and tropical landscapes of the rest of the island. Thus, the climate varies greatly from one point to another on the island: in summer, you can quickly go from a dry and sunny valley at 35°C to a humid forest area at altitude at 18°C.
La Gomera was populated late. As with the rest of the Canaries, human presence is thought to have begun about 2,000 years ago. Groups of animist Berbers, probably fleeing persecution, gradually populated the archipelago, especially the western islands and La Gomera, becoming its small aboriginal population: the Guanches (or later Gomeros). The animist and pastoral civilization of the Guanches thrived until the Spanish takeover in the 15th century, which, after a short period of harmony and mixing with the indigenous people, suddenly ended in bloodshed... La Gomera later became the “Columbus Island” after Christopher Columbus’s stopover, increasing the blending of populations. In the 20th century, many Gomeros emigrated to Cuba and other Latin American countries in search of a better life, bringing back a mix of cultures and traits quite palpable in today’s Gomeran culture. It is, however, in La Gomera that the vestiges of Guanche culture seem to have left the most traces, in the language, gastronomy, social practices... Moreover, most Gomeros, especially in remote villages, have a particular identifiable type and proudly claim their ancestral roots, even making La Gomera a bit exotic in the eyes of other Canarians.
Perhaps that’s why it has never really wanted to develop its tourist infrastructure too much. If we set aside the tourists who visit for the day by bus or boat from Tenerife on a marked itinerary (and whom we ultimately rarely encounter), La Gomera has remained a hidden gem, a destination focused on nature discovery that attracts hikers, nature-loving divers, and scientists for its fauna and flora, and to a lesser extent, beachgoers who don’t seek overly developed coastlines. Tourist activity is therefore limited. Roughly speaking, you’ll find a majority of Spaniards, including a substantial number of residents from other Canary Islands, many Germans who have a particular fondness for La Gomera and spend long stays there or own second homes, to the point that the German cultural footprint is clearly noticeable in some places (it’s said to be Angela Merkel’s favorite holiday spot), and still quite a few French. The presence of other nationalities seemed negligible to us. Most travelers come mainly for hiking, but it’s also a prime spot for whale watching. Additionally, the seaside resorts of La Gomera—San Sebastián, Santiago, and especially Valle Gran Rey—are well-known destinations for hippies, especially German ones, ranging from chic boho hippies to old-school hippies who’ve been there for decades, quite similar to those you’d meet in India in Goa, Rishikesh, or Paharganj. Thus, practices like naturism, vegetarianism, and local organic production are quite well established in some areas.
Some practical info:
- The round-trip flight from Paris to Tenerife cost us 365 € per person (outbound with Transavia, return with EasyJet), including checked luggage and three seats reserved side by side.
- We chose two bases to explore the island: one week in Valle Gran Rey, reputed to be the most pleasant of the three seaside resorts, and one week in Hermigua, more mountainous and close to the natural park. We booked two houses with balconies and views: the first at 120 € per night, the second at 99 €.
- The round-trip ferry between Tenerife and La Gomera cost us 270 € with the company Baleària Canarias, including discounts for children aged 4 and 12, but I don’t have the exact details. It was a bit cheaper than with the other company, Fred Olsen.
- Finally, we rented a car through the agency Cicar for 360 € for 16 days, which comes to 22.50 € per day.
- Apart from that, we didn’t plan anything and decided the day before or even the morning of what we wanted to do. We didn’t invest in any paper guide on the Canaries, as information on La Gomera was scarce, but we used the very comprehensive site La Gomera Travel, a travel guide published by the Canary Islands Tourism Council, a real goldmine of almost exhaustive information on the island.
Alright, off we go for 16 days of adventure discovering La Gomera!
This trip had been on my mind for about fifteen years.
But the discomfort of overnight stays, the difficulty of communication, and the prices of the few car rental options kept making me postpone the project.
And then, everything suddenly fell into place—I told myself, it’s time!
The preparations took longer than usual; the destination is still far from mainstream.
A bit of Kazakhstan?
Not in the end.
The south or not the south?
Yes, in the end.
Pre-book or go with the flow?
Only two stops were a leap into the unknown.
To help me find the ideal route, I made great use of this forum (thanks to everyone for patiently answering my questions!), pored over travel journals and blogs (Christian, Jeff), zoomed in on Google Maps and Yandex, and bought the guide published by OunTravela about this destination (the guide has been updated since).
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You’ve got your passport, international driver’s license, bank cards, and euros?
Off we go to Lyon—just one night left before our early morning flight.
Tomorrow night, we’ll be sleeping in Bishkek!
(Steak for my partner’s mischievous nephews...)
You’ll find here a post with some practical information.
And here, the version of the travel journal without comments.
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As a supplement, the route track.
Not necessarily ultra-accurate since Google has serious gaps for this destination...
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...
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!!!
January 2026
Here we go again for new adventures and the pleasure of sharing them with you here! First of all, I’d like to thank everyone who helped me with the preparations, even with some last-minute improvisations just days before departure. Thanks to Montagnard74, Jojoone1, Songsam, Attila, Dennis2, NadegerFERM, and the authors whose travel journals about Laos inspired me (Montagnard74, Muriel18, Mavietongs...).
In this story, written by Richard and illustrated by me, we’ll tell you about the journey of four friends: Catherine, Richard, Nathalie, and Bruno. A reinvented but overall successful trip, filled with discoveries and surprises, the scents of spices and frangipani flowers, (too) spicy food, sunsets, and... one big mess.
Preamble:
Africa was calling to me, so a year ago, with our usual travel companions, we decided to return to the continent we love so much.
Where to go?
Uganda quickly caught our attention—wildlife we’re used to seeing, plus gorillas and the shoebill we missed in Zambia.
We got in touch with Paul, who’s been mentioned several times on the forum back in September, booked our flight tickets, secured the gorilla permits, and by early October, the most important things were done.
We still had plenty of time to hold our "prep meetings" for the final itinerary.
Three days before departure, I sprained my ankle (my weak spot, as you’ll recall from our Colombia trip).
I wasn’t in great spirits, but after a year of waiting, nothing was going to stop me.
We’d see how it goes!
Off we went for our new adventures
Come along, I'm taking you to this country where it's so nice to wander and slow down...
This trip was in 2023, but when I wanted to write my travel journal, VF was still closed to contributions...
So, now that I've just finished my Japan travel journal here, I figured it was high time to honor this destination we came back from so enchanted.
Disclaimer 1: This is a written travel journal. There’ll be text! Too much, for some!
Disclaimer 2: This is an illustrated travel journal. There’ll be photos! Too many, for some!
I have to say, every time I try to discipline myself, to keep it shorter, to include fewer photos... I end up adding more. It feels like my dear Aunt Nicole, who exhausted us with her slide-show evenings in the 70s/80s, decided to take her revenge. The upside for you, readers, is that you can slip away anytime without offending Aunt Nicole. I won’t even notice!
Anyway, since I love maps, here’s one to give you an idea of where I’m taking you. As you can see, we only saw a tiny part of Laos (the areas circled in red); we only had 3 weeks for ourselves (my husband’s newly retired, I still work), and we prefer taking our time over rushing around like crazy.
In broad strokes, it was very classic:
First, we “settled in” at Luang Prabang (8 days), because we wanted and needed to.
From there, we took three days to venture a little further north—not far in kilometers, but as we know, distances aren’t just about km!
Then we flew south to Paksé, letting ourselves drift down to the 4,000 Islands while stopping by the pre-Angkorian archaeological sites.
We wrapped up with the Bolaven Plateau.
A few practical notes: We arrived via Bangkok, then took a Bangkok-Luang Prabang flight, having picked up our luggage in Bangkok to check it in for Luang Prabang. No issues—the Bangkok airport, which many of you know, is very well organized.
We got our visas on arrival in Luang Prabang. Quick, but to be fair, we were on a “small” plane, and the big flights had arrived earlier, so we weren’t too crowded in line!
At the end of our trip, we didn’t fly out of Paksé but from the nearby airport in Thailand, Ubon Ratchathani (a 2.5-hour drive from Paksé), then Bangkok and Paris.
You’ll notice we skipped Vientiane to stay longer in Luang Prabang. That said, there’s now a high-speed train between Vientiane and Luang Prabang—good to know—and soon the (Chinese) train will go all the way to Bangkok and even Kuala Lumpur!
With that intro out of the way, let’s dive into the heart of the matter.
To be continued: Slowing down the pace... in Luang Prabang
I’d been wanting to discover Sulawesi for years. But then life happened—COVID, the cost of flight tickets, you name it. Long story short, years went by, but we finally set off as a family for a three-week trip in southern Sulawesi: Rammang Rammang, Rantepao, Sengkang, Bira, and Selayar.
I like to spend a good amount of time in the places I visit, giving myself the chance to really get to know the area and meet locals. So no island-hopping this time—just the south. But when I say "just," it’s not restrictive at all, given how rich this island is in landscapes, little encounters, and magical moments.
Wednesday 07/08 - Thursday 07/09:
We left Montpellier for what was supposed to be five flights, though we only took four to start, landing in Jakarta.
We picked up our luggage there to catch a flight to Makassar the next day. That’s the only way we could get an affordable ticket (702 €).
I won’t bore you with the flight details—there’s not much to say. We arrived at 7 PM and considered heading straight to Makassar that evening. But we opted for a recovery night before taking off again. Good thing we did, because my son’s suitcase was missing...
First contact with the locals was a bit stressful—a trip without your luggage isn’t exactly fun. But right away, a woman reassured us: the suitcase was just enjoying some extra time in Singapore. Maybe it was doing some last-minute shopping. Anyway, nothing serious—it was supposed to arrive at 9 AM the next day. That gave us some breathing room since our flight wasn’t until noon.
So off we went to our hotel (Days Hotel & Suites) near the airport. It was cheap (40 € for three rooms—my kids are older and need their space), but it wasn’t worth much more. The place had definitely seen better days. But no big deal—we were only there for the night, and... we got to watch France beat Morocco in the World Cup live at 3 AM. That’s what really mattered!
Friday 07/10: In search of the lost suitcase
First challenge of the morning: finding our missing suitcase. They sent us to the airport basement, to the staff entrance. We were greeted with smiles, and an airport employee led me through the underground corridors back to the baggage claim. Right on time at 9 AM, the suitcase arrived, just like they’d promised. We were finally complete!
Off we went to change terminals, grab a well-deserved meal, and board our fifth flight to Makassar.
Little side note: I struggled for a while trying to book domestic flights directly on the airlines’ websites with no luck. Without meaning to advertise (though I guess I am a little), I realized it’d be easier to use sites like tiket.com or Traveloka. That turned out to be a great choice—I even ended up booking hotels through them later in the trip.
12:40 PM: We were on our way to Makassar. First good news: we were the only tourists. Well, the only European tourists on the flight, anyway.
No, you’re not dreaming—the bag is full of... potato chip packets.
To each their own souvenirs, I guess...
When we arrived in Makassar, a driver was waiting to take us straight to Rammang Rammang: 250,000 IDR (12 €) to our guesthouse (Rammang Rammang House). Forget about meeting people on the bus—we were headed straight to the first stop of our trip, and it was already stunning.
My kids’ guesthouse:
Ours:
View of the little lake:
But not everything is straightforward around here.
I wanted to get a local SIM card for internet and calls. I found them expensive at Jakarta’s airport (20 € for 20 GB), so I decided to wait. Well, no luck in Rammang Rammang either. You can’t just buy one from the local shop—you need a Telkomsat store (they have the best coverage). So we’d have to wait for Rantepao to get Wi-Fi... When I say "local shop," I mean the little shack around the corner. No big deal—we’d find one easily in Rantepao for 5 € and 25 GB. So there we were, offline, just the four of us enjoying the amazing view.
Saturday 07/11: Rammang Rammang
We woke up early to the sound of wedding music blasting through the village (everyone’s invited!). Off we went to explore the area.
A little walking, a little boat ride (shared with a French tourist and a Polish one—yes, there *are* tourists here, just not many; 750,000 IDR for up to 8 people) through a lovely canal, and we discovered the karst site. It was peaceful and beautiful.
The river:
The karst site:
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)
Okay, Palermo—we know it. We go there to marvel at the architectural wonders born from the Arab-Norman-Byzantine-Gothic mix. And rightly so. We also go to treat our taste buds to all kinds of delights, both savory and sweet. Again, rightly so. We go to succumb to the charms of Palermo’s women, their sun-kissed skin glowing with golden highlights. Still, rightly so. And all while fantasizing about a mafia we’ll never actually see. Anyway.
But you’ll also find street art everywhere, even in the historic center. Sometimes, you just need to step a few meters away from the main tourist highways like Cassaro, Via Maqueda, or the main arteries of the Ballarò, Capo, or Vucciria markets to stumble upon some amazing murals. Duck into one or two slightly grimy alleys, weaving past trash and crumbling walls, and you’ll find real gems.
For example, just 50 meters south of the main artery of the Mercato del Capo, there’s a great spot with dozens of murals in a tiny neighborhood of run-down mini-houses. You’ll find plenty more south of the Mercato di Ballarò, in the Albergheria (the grittier side, not the one near Cassaro). There’s some in Ballarò itself too, but it’s hard to spot when the market’s in full swing with stalls everywhere. La Kalsa isn’t left out either, nor is Vucciria—just step away from the restaurant-packed streets.
Here are a few examples that really caught my eye.
(In the heart of Albergheria, on a street every visitor walks down—lovely message from an unidentified artist)
We 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.
From Southern Shikoku, between land and sea, to the blue waters of Miyakojima and finally Tokyo’s megacity
Hi everyone,
I have to admit, I really hesitated before deciding to write this travel journal... Writing one takes a lot of time and energy, and since this is my 4th trip, I wondered if it would actually interest anyone other than myself (both for the discovery and the writing). But after a few "Are you going to write a journal?" requests and especially the renewed pleasure from reading other travelers’ travel journals about Japan or elsewhere on this forum or elsewhere, I’ve decided to share this 4th installment in the Land of the Rising Sun here.
The itinerary:
27 full days, from late May to late June 2025, right in the middle of the rainy season, including:
-->13 days in Shikoku, from Kochi (Kochi Prefecture) to Matsuyama (Ehime Prefecture)
-->7 days in Miyakojima (Okinawa Prefecture)
-->7 days in Tokyo
The trip was decided on fairly last-minute this year, as usual.
I regularly check flight prices to track fluctuations for this destination, even without concrete plans. Finding a slightly cheaper direct flight (900 €) than what I’d seen in previous months (around 1,200–1,400 € on average) for a Paris-Tokyo route with Japanese airline ANA was too tempting to resist the urge to return to this enchanting country. After long hesitations between exploring the San’in region (Matsue, Tottori, Yamaguchi) and southern Shikoku, the decision was made—I took the plunge! The tickets are booked: Paris to Kochi with a layover in Tokyo, all with ANA, the airline I’d been dreaming of... for 1,120 € per person. Okay, it’s not cheap, but it’s still better than in 2023.
We leave in 2 weeks!! Now it’s just a matter of getting everything ready!
Intense work ahead in these 2 weeks to:
finalize a more precise itinerary and reach an agreement—yep, because even though we both love Japan, our preferences differ slightly, and we have to choose between exploring new places or taking time to revisit beloved spots...
decide how much time to spend in each selected area without rushing while still exploring
research places that might interest us and watch videos about Japan
book accommodations: yes, it’s possible to do this on the spot as we go, but last year, we noticed that last-minute options were pretty expensive, so we’re booking ahead—even if it means keeping a few options open while we decide or see if better deals pop up later
reserve rental cars
order yen
check the weather regularly and wonder if choosing the *tsuyu* (rainy season) was really a good idea—and whether we’ll be stuck in non-stop rain???
What a tough job, right? Traveling to Japan for a month—such a hard life!
Despite this being my 4th trip, the excitement is just as intense as the first time.
The only small downside is that when we booked the flight tickets, there were only a few seats left, so we’re only sitting together on the international return flight. Plus, on the outbound flight, we’ve got the middle seats.
Another lingering question: what French-language films will be available? According to the internet, the selection seems limited.
Oh well, these are just minor details—it’s almost time to fly!
PS: I’ll be posting slowly and irregularly... so for those interested, be patient or maybe set an alert...
Before Our Departure
Preparing for this trip started 9 months before our departure in June. For those planning a similar itinerary, it’s important to book accommodations well in advance, especially in the Okavango and Savuti campsites—otherwise, you might not find any availability.
Introduction
After visiting Zambia three years ago and Namibia and western Botswana a year and a half ago, this year we chose Zimbabwe (Hwange NP) and the northern half of Botswana.
Our flight from Paris was to Victoria Falls with Ethiopian Airlines, with a layover in Addis Ababa. We rented a 4x4 from Bushlore in Kasane, complete with two rooftop tents since there are four of us on this adventure. Bushlore picked us up from our guesthouse to collect our 4x4 and, most importantly, gave us a rundown of the vehicle and its equipment. Pay close attention to what they tell you—it could be crucial if something goes wrong, as it did for us during the trip.
Our Itinerary
We arrived on June 12th at noon. At Victoria Falls Airport, we got our double-entry visa right away—I’d already pre-booked it online on the site https://www.evisa.gov.zw/.
Since our vehicle was in Botswana, we had to cross the border from Victoria Falls into Botswana for the first time.
The next morning, Bushlore picked us up from our guesthouse to collect our 4x4. After completing the formalities, we headed toward Zimbabwe and the town of Victoria Falls.
We woke up early the next morning to be at Victoria Falls at sunrise. The scenery was stunning, but since it was the start of the dry season, the Zambezi was still high, so the falls had a strong flow. This made it hard to fully appreciate their beauty.
In the early afternoon, we left for Hwange NP, where we stayed for 4 days. Two days at Gwango campsite near Dete, followed by two days at Robins Camp. We expected to see more animals at Robins, but that wasn’t the case. In Hwange, we didn’t spot any predators, but we did see plenty of mammals (buffalo, elephants, giraffes, zebras, and antelopes).
After a few days in Zimbabwe, we crossed back into Botswana at Pandamatenga. We stopped at Nata Lodge for a good night’s rest—driving on the dirt roads is exhausting.
We left Nata and headed toward Nxai Pan. The road was sandy but manageable. We made a small detour to admire some beautiful baobabs at "Baines Baobabs." Then we continued to our campsite, Nxai Pan South Camp. Keep in mind that many campsites in Botswana aren’t fenced (except for the shower/toilet areas), so animals can roam freely within the camp. Take precautions, especially after dark.
After our stop in Nxai Pan, we headed to Maun. We decided to break our journey in Maun before heading to Moremi and the Okavango Delta for three reasons: first, we needed to stock up on supplies and fuel for the next 5 days; second, our fridge had broken (luckily, Bushlore has a branch in Maun); and third, the drive from Nxai to our camp in Xakanaxa in the delta would’ve taken too long. I always avoid driving after dark.
We arrived at our Xakanaxa camp on June 21st in the early afternoon. Not wanting to waste time, we booked a boat ride on the Okavango Delta, leaving at 4:00 PM for a 2-hour sunset cruise. For those interested, to the right of the Xakanaxa X1 site, there’s a sign for boat rides. The organizer is very professional and offers prices that are nothing like those of the lodges.
It was a beautiful ride through the delta with a stunning sunset. Being on a boat is much more relaxing than driving on the dirt roads. That didn’t stop us from doing self-drive safaris the next morning and late afternoon, though.
Then came the time to leave the delta and head toward Savuti, a much drier region. And that’s when the toughest part of our trip began. First, we decided to go up via Khwai. The rainy season was over, but the area was still marshy. We had to cross a few small water patches, testing the depth to make sure we could get through. Luckily, a sign on the road pointed us toward a drier route. We reached Khwai without any issues, but then we made a major mistake. Instead of taking the main track toward Mababe Gate to reach Savuti Camp, we took a straight path north and then a right turn to get to our camp. Bad call—we got stuck in the sand, with one rear wheel buried halfway and a front wheel off the ground. We were genuinely scared we wouldn’t get out, especially since we were on a deserted track, 20 kilometers from our destination, with night falling in two hours. This is where paying attention to the vehicle instructions really paid off—we had to use the jack to get out of the mess. The result: we arrived at Savuti campsite just before dark (Distance: 146.3 km, Duration: 9 hours, 56 minutes, and 3 seconds, Average speed: 14.7 km/h, tracked with Osmand). At reception, the staff couldn’t understand how we’d gotten there—we hadn’t passed through any of Savuti’s reserve entry gates.
The next morning, no one felt like driving, so we did a game drive with a guide. I don’t know if it was some kind of reward, but the outing was amazing. We saw three lions and, best of all, a pack of African wild dogs that we had time to admire and photograph. The next day, we did a short self-drive and found one of the lions from the day before drinking at a waterhole. That was the end of our Savuti adventure.
Now we’re heading to Kasane. We returned our vehicle and settled in for our last two nights there. The next morning, since we no longer had a car, we decided to do one last early-morning game drive in Chobe NP. It turned out great—we followed two brother lions and saw plenty of other mammals. The only downside of Chobe is the number of tourists, which was a change from the other parks we’d visited. That said, we’re tourists too, so...
In the evening, we took one last boat ride on the Chobe River to end on a high note with a beautiful sunset.
After a good night’s sleep and plenty of wonderful memories, landscapes, animals, and emotions, it was time to leave. We left early in the morning with the same taxi company as before to cross the border into Zimbabwe one last time and head to the airport, where we took off to return to France.
We all have two lives. And the second one kicks off the day you realize you only have one, with the determination to spend the time you have left on what truly adds sparkle to your life, Kevin! I like to elegantly introduce a trip with a philosophical quote. First, it gives you the illusion that I’m some kind of deep thinker, and second, it lets me fill up the first few lines of my blank page when I don’t know how to tell you I’m diving back into what really lights up my life: another adventure beyond the horizon! And nearly every other year, like a toxic relationship, my horizon tends to take shape in Uncle Sam’s backyard. And this, despite his cousin Donald calling the shots. Speaking of which, it was partly that impulsive guy who pushed us to be just as impulsive and snag our four flight tickets at a ridiculously low price—a direct result of foreign tourism taking a hit from BetaMax’s repeated antics... Four tickets? Who are the other lucky ones? In this case, our lucky ones are actually lucky ladies: My Flo, always up for exploring the world with me on foot, camelback, or scooter, is obviously in on the fun. The other two seats went to our daughters, Sasha and Luna, both thrilled to be part of this new American adventure...
But what’s the American West like in February?... A gamble. Let’s call it Russian roulette since we’re not landing during peak weather season. That’s why we encouraged our transportation and accommodation to get cozy and produce a little camper van, so we can stay ultra-flexible in the face of any weather tantrums. We’ll be roaming in Kara the van with the motto "Follow the sun!" Bad weather? We bolt. Snow? We speed up. Sunny? We act like it was the plan all along and soak it up.
"Okay, but why keep coming back to the same corner of the globe? After ten American adventures, you must be tired of seeing the same things, right?" But I’m not crazy, you know!... The American West is like making love to your gorgeous wife over and over, always enjoying it just as much. And contrary to what you might think, the American West isn’t just the Grand Canyon, Monument Valley, Las Vegas, and Bryce Canyon. Proof is, after ten trips to the U.S., my retinas are still untouched by three-quarters of the places I scribbled on a napkin for this adventure... Oh, and add to that my wife, who I’ve easily converted to my religion, and boom... relapse is even easier! Because yes, we’ve landed in Los Angeles after a sunny flight over Greenland, still under Danish flag for now. And we’re already heading east through the XXL traffic of L.A.’s eight-lane highways, eager to dive into our first discoveries. But first, night is taking over the sky, and second, we’ve been officially awake for 24 hours, so I suggest wrapping up this intro. I’ll tell you more tomorrow morning. Sound good?
This travel journal aims to help future travelers (well, I hope so!), since there’s so little information available about this remote archipelago. Big thanks to Lolodesiles and Ayis for answering my questions while I planned this trip!
Context
This is our fourth trip to Indonesia as a couple—after Java-Bali in 2011, Flores-Komodo in 2013, and Sulawesi in 2016—each time for three weeks. It’s also our tenth trip to Southeast Asia overall.
We’re traveling like we have in previous years: with a rough itinerary that often changes based on who we meet, tips from other travelers, how tired we are, or what we’re feeling in the moment. In the Moluccas, it’ll change constantly, mostly depending on transportation.
Our only accommodation booking: the first few nights in Ambon when we arrive.
Planned route (to be refined on the spot): Ambon - Banda Islands - Lease Islands - Ternate - Tidore - Halmahera (between Sofifi and Tobelo) - Morotai and the neighboring unnamed archipelago.
Flights: Lyon-Paris-Singapore on Air France (428 € round-trip), with good meals, champagne, and wine (we like our little comforts when going on vacation 😏). Then Singapore-Jakarta-Ambon on Air Asia and Garuda.
Return flight: Ternate-Jakarta-Singapore on Lion Air, with a 3-day stopover in Singapore before heading home.
Episode 1: Ambon to Banda
Our guesthouse, booked two days before departure, is 45 minutes from Ambon Airport, near Natsepa Beach (northeast of Leihitu). It’s a pretty average beach—quiet on weekdays but packed on Sundays (we saw the difference). It’s lined with warungs.
This rainy day helps us readjust to the atmosphere of this country we love so much.
Our “Solim Guesthouse” is a lovely house with a living/dining room and garden, costing 15 € per night for two, including a hearty breakfast.
Dinner is at Gaba Gaba, a great restaurant just a short walk away, right by the water, recommended by our host. Fun fact: it’s in the Lonely Planet, and it might be the only LP-listed spot in the Moluccas that actually matches the description (the others either don’t exist or have nothing to do with what’s advertised 😠).
For the next two days, the super-friendly owner lends us his scooter. We set off to explore the coastal villages in northern Leihitu (the western part of Ambon Island, which has a weird shape).
Laundry and trucks washed in the same stream.
Liang Beach, described as the island’s most beautiful, is almost gone (climate change or something else?), but the colors are magical.
We continue 25 km toward a snorkeling spot our host recommended, taking a gorgeous, deserted little road through tiny villages in clove plantations (oh, those unforgettable scents!), stunning coves, and dense forest.
We’re greeted dozens of times with “Hello Mister”—a daily routine in the Moluccas. Every time we stop, we pose for photos to be saved on locals’ smartphones. They don’t see tourists often.
We ask for directions to the snorkeling spot (not easy—we only know basic Indonesian like *Selamat pagi*, *siang*, *sore*, and other polite phrases). Not many people know where it is (especially since we never know which village we’re in), but we eventually reach a small village that seems to be the right place. 🙂
We ask a local to take us there by boat (it’s not reachable by land).
The spot is at most 100 meters long, but the coral is in good condition (apparently not dynamited by fishermen, unlike in other parts of this beautiful country where fishing methods are destructive and nature pays the price 😠). The fish are plentiful and diverse. It’s a great start before heading to Banda. We’re happy to have the place to ourselves… though we don’t yet realize we won’t see a single tourist for the rest of the trip!
After two days of rest, we head to Tulehu Port in the morning, aiming for the Banda Islands. We know the journey is often tricky: the Pelni ferry runs twice a month but doesn’t match our dates, the 10-seat Suzi Air plane is always full (you can’t book—you have to show up on Mondays and Fridays), and it’s often canceled due to weather. So we opt for the Tuesday speedboat (which also gets canceled if there are waves or wind), with the next one on Saturday.
We’re used to Indonesian ports—crowded, rusty boats, no English speakers—but we still feel lost. When I ask about the speedboat to Bandaneira, people gesture wildly, someone takes me to the “harbor office,” then tells me there’s no boat, others try to sell me tickets, and some just say, “No boat.”
Luckily, an English-speaking local approaches us and confirms the speedboat is broken. The next one will be Saturday *if* it’s fixed—otherwise, even later. 🤪 😠
We’re crushed. We came here for the Banda Islands… 🙁
We decide waiting five days for a maybe-boat isn’t an option, so we decide to head straight to North Moluccas, which was planned for later. We’re so disappointed we don’t even want to stay in the area. The Lease Islands don’t appeal to us despite what we’ve read, and Seram would deserve its own trip with its remote mountain tribes.
Huge disappointment—we’d been dreaming of Banda for months, with its incredible drop-offs like Bunaken, its islands covered in nutmeg trees, etc. I’d read that Banda is in the world’s top 5, alongside Bunaken (amazing—we went in 2016), Komodo (incredible—we went in 2013), Sipadan, and another spot I’ve forgotten.
We take a taxi back to Ambon (45 minutes) to a travel agency to buy plane tickets to Ternate. There’s a daily ATR72 flight at noon—perfect timing.
Ambon is the capital of South Moluccas (or Central, depending on who you ask!) with 300,000 people. The city doesn’t seem unpleasant, but we don’t stop.
On the plane, there are only about ten passengers for 72 seats. The flight attendants are stunning, as always with Wings Air—clearly, they’re hired for their looks. 😊
Stopover in Bacan—a runway in the middle of coconut trees serving a tiny town—then we fly over countless volcanoes, the last one towering over Ternate.
Bonjour,
De retour sur le forum - et première rédaction d'un espèce de carnet de retour de notre 4ème voyage en Indo.
Contexte : une trentaine de jours, en scooter et en duo, sur Florès (et une petite incursion dans l'archipel de Solor, plus précisément à Lembata (chut, faut pas trop en parler !!!), qui donne envie d'en faire beaucoup plus là bas malgré les infrastructures sporadiques), en partie dans des destinations déjà bien connues du forum (la classique Ruteng / Bajawa / Riung / Moni voir baie de Maumere) ... et qui ne parlera pas du PN de Komodo ou de Wae Rebo, puisque nous n'y sommes pas allés 🏴☠️.
Texte en anglais (issu d'une autre plateforme). Sans nul doute, des traducteurs intelligents ou pas marcheront à merveille en cas d'anglophobie 🤪.
Disponible à toute fin utile pour des détails ou infos.
Equippement : Yam' Nmax 155 ; 2x saccoches cavalières (25L) + sac de selle (30L) + saccoche tunnel (15L pour le matos photo) ; casques et vêtements d'enduro amenés depuis la France.
Itinéraire : boucle depuis Labuan bajo jusqu'à Pulau Lembata ; juillet-août 2026
Road conditions graded from A (excellent) to D (very bad, at least for a Scooter… a CRF/KLX or even honda ADV would do better on that)
D1 : Labuan Bajo – Reok via Ranggoe, Rego & Tagol (130km ; 5hrs). Section LBajo – Rego (90 km ; B) is quite good tarmac, despite a lot of elevation with many small valleys and passes. Rego – Tagol (10km ; D) is a stone road (not gravel), some ascents & very poor condition ; necessary to lower tyre pressure. Tagol – Reok port (22km, quality depends considerably from D to B). Reok port – Towncenter : B. Night @Iffah Homestay (100k for fan room, mandi attached, no breakfast), simple but clean. Notes : path to danau Sano Limbung was closed ; access to Tiwu Pai & Wae Kuli (waterfalls) not permitted in july 2026.
D2 : Reok – Riung via Pota (105km ; 3h-3h30). The road is very narrow in some part, thanks to the uncut bushes (lowering visibility hence extra caution as animals/people can suddenly appear in a turn…) but generally good condition except many eroded sections and some unpaved ones. Grade C/B. 2 nights @Mentos (285k for AC room)
D3 : Boat tour in Riung (booked directly with a captain, 800k for two for private boat incl. lunch and NP fees) + sunset from Watu Mitong Riung (should not be missed).
D4 : Riung – Muku Saki via Mbay (around 100km ; 3h30). Quality varies from A in the vicinity of Mbay to eroded sections (C) in secluded places. Night @Sao Paolo Homestay (250k for fan room with mandi, maybe overpriced but nice house and great food). Note : if you happen to pass by Mbay on Saturday, the market is well worth a stop (cheapest Ikat on the trip : you’ll be asked normal prices providing you’re OK in Bahasa…)
D5 : Muku Saki – Tanjung Kajuwulu (near Ndete) (90km, 3h). Many patholes, eroded (C). Night at Déjà Vu Homestay (220k for a matress on the floor & outside mandi/toilets ; I woud define this as a tourist trap – the quote we had for food was double priced too…)
D6 : Tanjung Kajuwulu – Waiterang (east of Maumere, 55km , 1h30). Pathholes till maumere, then All good (TransFlores), C/A. Night at Sunset Cottage (new concrete room, very serene place ; 270k for AC with bathroom ; much prefered Sunset over Lena House (more customers, more built up).
D7 : Waiterang – Larantuka via Boru and Eputobi (TransFlores ; grade A ; 115km / 2h40). Particularly liked the drink stalls (marked as Rest Area Eputobi) and the out of order aquatic park just before Larantuka (obyej wisata waiplatin). Night @ Dewy Onong Homestay, which is not advertising itself as Larantuka Beach Homestay as some contributor signals here and on goole maps review. Best breakfast of the trip (Cumi Cumi !!!) ; 275k for AC room with bathroom.
D8 : Local Boat (Kapal Kayu) from the main port to Lembata (Lewoleba). Departure 8am ; price 60k/head + 50k for the bike. Stop enroute on Adonara (where we did not stop due to fights between communities). Night @Elmany Homestay (275k for AC room with bathroom, fan room with shared bathroom also available). Whole afternoon at Pantai Hadakewa, fantastic place (good snorkeling, great views of Ile Api aka Gn Lewotolo). Road condition : A (did not expect the TransLembata to be that good…).
D9 : Loop around Ile Api (50km, 2hrs), anticlockwise. Stops enroute at Situs Tulang Paus (whale squeletton), pantai Jotona, pantai Wena (we expected to snorkel from there, but wind was very strong that day), situs Watu Nale, Selat Sonia. The western coast is far less interesting. Road conditions : bad (C) on the eastern side (up to Riangbeda), good (B/A) afterwards. Night @Elmany Homestay.
D10 : Lewoleba – Lamalera via the western and south coast (70km, 2h30). Good road (B) for roughly the first 55km (up to Tapobali), then eroded track for the last 15km (in some parts steep and dangerous) up to Lamalera (D/C). Notes : 1/ Kuma resort denied us the entry for some drink ; 2/Pantai Waijarang « complex » is abandonned but closed with fences ; you can still sneak in ; 3/ some reports advise to skip Bukit Cinta (foreigner entry fee) for Bukit Doa Watomiten (stations of the cross) ; well Bukit Cinta has also been abandonned (well spent money…sic) but remains opened with structures falling (quickly) appart. Night @Lamalera Inn (200k per head including meals ; very basic fan room + attached mandi). Planned 2 nights, spent only one, as it’s the only tenant I had difficulties with (only interested in money, initially stated crazy prices, starts loud music at 6am … and drinking moke at 8am…)
D11 : Trip to Wulandoni for the Barter Market (Saturday only). Bad road (C) along the coast. Had to report at the Kantor upon arrival, which quite surprisingly asked 100k per person (foreigner) to go inside the (outside) market. Other « local » tourists (a group from Jakarta) were not asked to pay. Well, since a market is a public space and not a zoo, we refused payment and enjoyed the activity from the kopi stall next to it. Returned then to Lamalera for the catches of the day, then to Lewoleba via the mountain road (45km, 2 hours). First 10km to Puor is in very bad condition and uphill (D/C). The remaining is on a newly constructed road (A). Note : Air Panas Sabutobo is abandonned and falling apart (again…) but there are still some water pipes along the river that you can enjoy (depending how lucky you are, just with the forest sounds as companion). Night @Elmany Homestay
D12 : Chill day alond the northern coast (Batu Payung, Pantai Hadakewa with lot of snorkeling, drove till Wailolong and backtracked to Pantai Lewolein for more snorkeling (nice canyons there !) and another fantastic sunset over Ile Api (see GMaps pictures)). Night @Elmany Homestay
D13 : Monday weekly market at Pada, southwest of Lewoleba. Renowned but honnestly dont plan any itinerary specifically for it, just an ordinary Kampung weekly market. Returned to Larantuka and Flores with the 12pm local boat (the same boat that leaves from Larantuka at 8am). Same prices as the first leg. Night @ Dewy Onong Homestay
D14 : Larantuka – Waiterang along the northern coast (100km, 3h) via Pantai Kawaliwu, Tewuk Lewokluok (trail is easy to find, very nice snorkelling in a lagoon), Pantai Lato (to my opinion the most beautiful beach on Flores and you’ll be the only visitor, as opposed to Pantai Koka) and Pantai Hia, until rejoining the TransFlores near Nebe. Grade C on the costal eroded road / track. 3 nights @Lena Guesthouse (booked ahead as it fills up quickly, but we prefered its neighbour Sunset Beach Guesthouse)
D15 : Snorkeling trip organised by Lena Guesthouse (200k per head excluding NP fees and lunch)). The drop-off near Pulau Babi is a very nice spot.
D16 : scooter day trip around the Egon Range (too lazy to hike it…), through nice Sikka villages (route : Watublapi, Umauta, Bola, pantai Doreng, Nakatoli, foot of Gn Egon, Air panas Blidit). The track from Natakoli to the foot of Gn Egon is very steep, damaged and wet (with moss) ; I would recommend not to attempt that in case of bad weather.
D17 : Waiterang – Moni (130km, 3h30, transflores grade A/B) via Pantai Koka (refused to pay the mafia entry fee…) and Jopu (some rumah Adat Lio). Stopped at Museum Bikon Blewut, south of Maumere. Very nice artefacts (especially wooden statues from Papuan, great ikat collection) although very disorganized and sadly non-visited (hence masterpieces fall into oblivion). 2 Nights @Liahz Lodge (150k for fan room, basic bathroom… but right next to Air Panas Liasembe (free, no closing time) !!!).
D18 : Sunrise from Kelimutu with a nice weather (stayed until 8.30am). I don’t know if the sunrise is really worth it (lot of people ascending and watching the sunrise – a lot but nothing compared to e.g. Gn Bromo), nearly everyone going down around 7am, then there is virtually nobody. Trip (20km one way, good road B) to Kampung Adat Nggela (Lio). Although the village is habited and mostly out of the beaten path, I have mixed fillings due to the fact that most ladies (some are pushy) try to sell you (bad) pieces of ikat.
D19 : Moni – Ende via Detusoko paddy fields, Kampung Adat Saga (Lio) and Puncak Ndona ; 75km 2h30. We really liked Saga (nice setting on the mountain, friendly villagers, no selling, mix between traditional and more modern houses in that lively village). Sunset from Bukit Raja, on the peninsula with a 360 view on Gn Iya, Gn Meja Kota Ende and the mountains behind. Note : at the end of the road (search for Gunung Meja Tourist Info Center), there is a (sand) track leading to the path. 1/ only intend the track if you have off road driving experience ; 2/ dont trust the walking time stated by Maps.me. Took us 45mins on a steady pace to reach the summit. Night @Hoja Homestay, 300k for a comfortable AC room with bathroom.
D20 : Ende – Bajawa, via Air Panas Mengeruda ; grade A, 120km, 3 hours. Note : don’t plan to short in Mengeruda (Soa), very easy to spend a half day there, especially if playing with local kids. Stay @Cinnamon GH, 250k for double with fan and hot shower (cheaper options with shared hot shower availlable).
D21 : First day in Bajawa : Watu Nari Wowo (Avatar Hill, sic…), Kampung Adat Ngada Tololela & Gurusina (very very friendly people, complementary views of Gn Inerie & Wolo Deru). Sunset from Puncak Manulalu (well… Heaven’s door Bar & Restaurant)
D22 : Second day in Bajawa : Kampung Adat Ngio (hardly visited, best view on Gn Inerie), Air Panas Malanage, Kampung Adat Bena (the most visited Ngada village (after Bela ?) in the area, we went there at the end of the afternoon to avoid tours, early morning would be fine too), and Gunung Wolobobo for a terrific sunset
D23 : returned to Gunung Wolobobo for sunrise with Gn Ebulobo in the distance (search for a track on the eastern slope, near the communication antenna). You can circuit the rim to the usual viewpoint (westside, sunset spot), the path is easy to find. Then took again the road to Aimere, visiting Kampung Adat Belaraghi enroute (the setting is maybe less rewarding than all the previous villages). 56km ; 1h30. The road to Belaraghi is fine, except the final part.
D24 : Aimere – Ruteng (105km, 3h30). Nice detour by the paddy fields of Wodo (southwest of Golo Loni) of Sunset from Golo Curu (nice encounters with locals). Night @Tange GH, 130k for room with outside (private) bathroom, no breakfast.
D25 : Surroundings of Ruteng (paddy fields north and east of ruteng ; Maps.me has funny tracks starting from Kenda), and the rather pleasant city itself (pasar, churches, lapangan). We finally skipped Liang Bua.
D26 : Ruteng - Labuan Bajo (130km, 3h30). No visits of the waterfalls close to the TransFlores (entry fee (with bule prices) + mandatory guide etc…). Sunset from Bukit Hercadi with very few locals (Bukit Sylvia & Bukit Amelia, just south, were packed). 2 nights @Wellamas Homestay, away from the harbour and its advantages/disadvantages. 230k for comfortable AC room with hot shower.
D27 : New road to Golo Mori Convention Center (another big money well spent…), with nice views on the strait separating Flores from Pulau Rinca. Some empty beaches (e.g. Pantai Pasir Pajang ; we were there on a weekday perhaps frequented by people from LBajo only). 30km (40 mins) one way, perhaps the fastest road of Flores…
D28 : Morning on the peninsula north of Labuan Bajo before taking a flight to Jakarta in the afternoon. On Google maps, the asphalt road only goes to Teras Langit ; it now (august 2026) continues to Puncak Basok and is still in progress towards the eastern part of the peninsula. On the way back, two other nice Bukit where you can enjoy nice views on the bay (and the resorts…) : Bukit Lontar & Bukit Beta. Note : we only found one public (and nice and quiet) beach in the area ; tagged as Sunset Point Beach on Gmaps. All the rest was closed by fences ; they are privately owned (although the Indonesian consitution grants the coastline as public space).
We're a family of five: one dad, one mom, and three kids aged 10, 15, and 18.
Before diving into each stop in more detail, here are a few general thoughts:
We wanted to sample a bit of everything Japan has to offer in terms of landscapes, accommodation, and transport. We were after walks, temples, restaurants, shopping, and some downtime—but no "all-inclusive experiences" or museums for this first visit.
Three medium-sized (60x42x25) canvas suitcases, plus a duffel bag and a few small backpacks. 23 kg in the hold on the way out, 60 kg on the way back. 36 kg of shopping, without even trying. I think this is the maximum suitcase size if you don’t want to stress on the Shinkansen: they fit easily in the overhead racks.
Round-trip with Cathay Pacific, layover in Hong Kong: no need to collect luggage in Hong Kong—we checked it in at departure and picked it up in Tokyo, and the same on the way back (checked in Osaka, picked up at our final destination). This let us explore Hong Kong without worrying about our bags. Food and entertainment were pretty good—meals included a little Häagen-Dazs on each flight, and the entertainment had way more Asian cinema than you’d find on a Western airline, which was a nice way to see how much weight Western culture carries in Asia.
The original plan was to fly directly from Ishigaki to Hong Kong, but due to Typhoon Dolphin, we had to cancel the Ishigaki leg. Cathay didn’t bat an eye about swapping the Ishigaki-HK flight for an Osaka-HK one, even though it was twice as long.
We were a bit too attached to the idea of ending the trip with some beach time and replaced Ishigaki with Shirahama. It was a mistake—we should’ve visited Hiroshima or spent a little more time in Tokyo instead.
Last February, I made a trip using "public transport" from France to southern Senegal via Spain, Morocco, Western Sahara, and Mauritania.
It’s a journey of about 5,000 km, where I took trains (as far as Marrakech), ferries (to cross Gibraltar and then to reach Casamance from Dakar), and mostly buses on the long desert straightaways. I hadn’t planned any stops in advance or booked any hotels, except for the very first train to Spain, which left plenty of room for the unexpected.
Why travel by land and sea? In recent years, flight-free travel has been gaining popularity. On social media, posts explaining how to cross Europe by train as quickly as possible go viral. Traveling without flying—and making sure people know about it—has become a great way to earn a badge of eco-responsibility: an essential totem for anyone wanting to prove both their dedication to the ecological cause and the wisdom of slow travel.
I haven’t flown in years, and this journey to West Africa could easily be filed under "responsible travel." But it wouldn’t be honest to say that: in reality, it wasn’t really my aversion to flying that motivated this long trek. I see overland travel primarily as a way to experience the world’s geography at a grounded, earthly pace—the pace of the locals. Besides, I’ll be flying back, which disqualifies any claim to being a model of sustainability.
So no eco-badge, and no adventurer’s badge either: you won’t find any heroic tales of camel rides in lost lands or mineral train wagons in this account (popular with influencers, the Mauritania iron ore train now attracts tourists from all over the world, turning "the experience" into something you "have to do at least once in your life"). This five-part story, written on the road, has no other ambition than to recount a journey through places and people, and to share the thoughts they inspire in me. As simply and, I hope, as humbly as possible.
I’m posting the episodes here, which you can also find on my blog (with more photos) at the following links:
Episode 1: Spain, from Avignon to Algeciras
Episode 2: Morocco, from Tangier to Tarfaya
Episode 3: Western Sahara, from Tarfaya to Guerguerat
Episode 4: Mauritania, from Guerguerat to Nouakchott
Episode 5: Senegal, from Rosso to Saloulou
To help those who might want to make the same trip, I’ve also put together a summary of the route with recommendations—you can read it at the end of the story and on the blog:
From France to Senegal Without Flying: Route and Itinerary Recommendations
Hello and welcome aboard this new travel journal!
We’re heading off to Ireland together—a country I’ve wanted to explore for a very long time.
The moment has finally arrived.
We’ll be traveling as a family—my wife, my husband, and our 7-year-old daughter.
Here’s our itinerary:
24/07: Flight from Marseille to Dublin, overnight in Dublin
25/07: Dublin, overnight in Dublin
26/07: Dublin, overnight in Dublin
27/07: Pick up rental car, drive to Dingle, overnight near Tralee on the peninsula
28/07: Visit the Ring of Kerry
29/07: Adare, Bunratty Castle, Galway, overnight in Outheragh, near Galway
30/07: Cliffs of Moher, overnight in Outheragh
31/07: Connemara, overnight in Outheragh
01/08: Drive to Sligo via Westport and Downpatrick Head, overnight in Sligo
02/08: Slieve League, Silver Strand Beach, Glencolmcille, overnight in Sligo
03/08: Drive to Derry via Glenveagh National Park, overnight in Derry
04/08: Giant’s Causeway, Dunluce Castle, Portrush, Derry, overnight in Derry
05/08: Drive to Belfast, visit Belfast, overnight in Lisburn (Belfast suburbs)
06/08: Game of Thrones filming locations: Dark Hedges, Carrick-a-Rede, Ballintoy, etc., overnight in Lisburn
07/08: Drive to the Wicklow Mountains, visit Wicklow Mountains National Park, overnight in Blessington
08/08: Drive back to Dublin and return to Marseille.
Cost breakdown:
Flights:
Outbound flights with KLM via Amsterdam for 3: 175 € + 40,000 Flying Blue miles (so essentially a free ticket)
Return flight with Aer Lingus for 3: 489 €
Rental car:
10 days booked with Enterprise via Carigami: 443 € including zero-excess insurance.
Accommodation:
Dublin: 3 nights at Maldron Hotel New Cross: 394 €
Tralee: 2 nights in a caravan (Ocean Trail Oasis): 292 €
Outheragh: 3 nights Airbnb, family room with private bathroom: 430 €
Sligo: 2 nights at Clayton Hotel: 456 €
Derry: 2 nights at Belfray Inn: 255 €
Lisburn: 2 nights at Temple Golf Club: 232 €
Blessington: 1 night at Baltyboys Lodges B&B: 158 €
That brings our total to 3,325 € for three.
On the ground, visits, fuel, and food cost around 2,500 €.
So this was quite an expensive trip.
A few price examples:
1 liter of unleaded fuel: 1.89 €
3-day pass in Dublin: 18 €
1 scoop of ice cream: 5 to 6.5 €
Castle visit: 15 € per person
A coffee: 3-4 €
A glass of wine at a restaurant: 8-10 €
A half-pint of Guinness: 7-12 €
Now, here’s the day-by-day account of our adventure in Ireland:
Our decision is our decision. And it’s firm and final. Next winter, our plane will spread its great wings toward the island of Ceylon! "Wait a minute... Ceylon... Ceylon... that name rings a bell, but I can’t quite place it on the globe Grandma gave me for Christmas! Ceylon... Oh right, I’ve got it: Ceylon is the name of my tea!" Exactly. But the name on your pretty tea box is also the one used until 1972 for this island nation, a speck on the Indian Ocean at the southern tip of the Indian subcontinent: Sri Lanka!
For this new adventure, I’m exceptionally leaving my Flo behind, cowardly replaced by a double dose of testosterone. To write the book of this journey with me, I’m bringing along my brother, who’s used to this kind of thing, and... a guest star: My model of resilience. My dad! All aboard! Or rather, all aboard our tuk-tuk! Yes, you read that right: A real tuk-tuk, a little colorful rolling box that putters along at two miles an hour. The idea? Well, Sri Lanka and its winding roads overlooking the vastness of lush nature are tailor-made for this kind of vehicle. And since it’s one of only two countries in the world that allow foreigners to rent and drive these mini speedsters, we’ll be crisscrossing the island in our two-square-meter rolling box. Plus, adopting this mode of transport is a surefire way to connect directly with the locals, who’ll surely be curious to see a foreigner driving their iconic vehicle. Not to mention the... let’s say... spicy anecdotes it might generate. I mean, heading into a subtropical zone with my jet-black dad and his unpredictable digestive flora while deliberately choosing the tuk-tuk as our *only* means of transport? That’s the winning combo for an unforgettable adventure! "More seriously, Dad, Sullivan, I’m already loving the idea of living this adventure together, the three of us—brothers and father..."
So, does the intro to this new adventure get your salivary glands going? Yes? Too bad. Because unfortunately, the program handed out by the lady at the entrance has been slightly... let’s say *crumpled*. Some might even say "scrunched up and nearly tossed in the trash." First, six days ago, as the countdown echoed in us like a call to adventure, Cyclone Ditwah grabbed Sri Lanka, played with it like a rag doll, and left it battered on the ground. The toll is devastating: over a thousand dead, thousands of homes wiped out by relentless rains, roads and railways swallowed by massive mudslides. A country wounded once again, after the civil war, the 2004 tsunami, and the post-Covid economic crisis.
But as if this weather disaster wasn’t enough to shake our unbreakable adventurer spirit, fate decided to mess with us further by cutting our trio down to two. The victim? My brother, violently turned away because of a simple date on his passport that didn’t match the border officials’ expectations. Return to sender!
So now it’s just the two of us allowed to board the Qatar Airways Airbus A380 for this trip. If he were here, Denis Brognart would say, "And in the end, only one remains!" Except I know you’ll be with us, following our adventures! Right?
Hello everyone, I’m happy to welcome you to this new travel journal.
We’re heading to Costa Rica together—a Central American destination that dreams are made of for many French travelers and attracts crowds from France.
It was the country’s wild nature and safety that convinced us to go, since we’re traveling with our 7-year-old little one.
We didn’t have much vacation time in February 2026 (only 12 days), so we optimized as much as possible.
Here’s the itinerary:
Wednesday, February 11: Flight from Marseille to San Jose via Paris and Atlanta
Thursday, February 12: Pick up the car, drive to Poas Volcano, visit La Paz Waterfall Gardens
Friday, February 13: Poas Volcano and drive to Manuel Antonio
Saturday, February 14: Manuel Antonio National Park
Sunday, February 15: Nauyaca Waterfall and Playa Linda
Monday, February 16: Drive to Monte Verde and Santa Elena Reserve
Tuesday, February 17: El Tigre Waterfall Reserve and Treetopia Park
Wednesday, February 18: Monte Verde Reserve with a guide and drive to La Fortuna
Thursday, February 19: Sloth guided tour, Observatory Lodge Park
Friday, February 20: Arenal Volcano National Park, Termalistas del Arenal hot springs, and night tour
Saturday, February 21: Return to San Jose, flight to Paris via Atlanta
Sunday, February 22: Arrival in Paris and flight to Marseille.
That gives us a solid 9 days in the country.
Budget breakdown:
Costa Rica is an expensive country, but no more so than France. However, almost all hikes and waterfalls are paid entry, which can really add up.
For meals, sodas (6–10 €) are cheaper than restaurants (10–20 € per dish).
Flights:
We chose Delta Airlines for the price: Marseille to San Jose was 740 € per person (modifiable, with checked baggage and seat selection included).
Other direct flights from Europe were priced between 1200 € and 1600 € with more restrictive conditions.
That’s 2220 € for the family.
Accommodations:
Alajuela, first night: 139 € (1 night) at Rodeo Estancia Boutique Hotel, with personalized airport pickup, transfer to the hotel, and a briefing from Vert Costa Rica agency the next day.
Poas: 66 € (1 night) at Cabañas Tierra Fértil (entire apartment).
Manuel Antonio: 394 € (3 nights) at La Palapa Ecolodge (hotel in the jungle).
Monte Verde: Chalet Aloha Monteverde Cloud Forest (2 bedrooms): 125 € (2 nights).
La Fortuna: Arenal Dream Garden (1 bedroom): 217 € (3 nights).
Total: 941 €.
Car rental:
I went through Vert Costa Rica agency (Vincent is a French expat who set up the agency in Costa Rica and makes great YouTube videos with useful tips).
I rented a 4x4 that was delivered to the hotel the day after arrival and returned at the airport before the flight. The total was 772 €, including full insurance (zero deductible), a child seat, and a phone with a Costa Rican SIM and WhatsApp. The rental company was Poas Rent a Car. The vehicle was well-maintained—no complaints.
Gas: 100 € for the whole trip (3 fill-ups).
Activities:
To get discounts, I bought the pass offered by Vincent, which paid for itself after just one activity. It cost me 30 € (promo since I rented the car through him).
Prices are for 3 people. I’ve added stars to rate them:
La Paz Waterfall Gardens ****: 112 €
Poas Volcano National Park *: 33 €
Manuel Antonio National Park ****: 35 €
Nauyaca Waterfall ***: 25 €
Santa Elena Reserve **: 45 €
El Tigre Waterfall Reserve ****: 141 € (with meal)
Treetopia (ziplining, suspension bridges) **: 250 €
Guided tour of Monte Verde Reserve ***: 113 €
Sloth guided tour (with breakfast) ***: 115 €
Arenal Observatory Lodge (with meal) ****: 102 €
Arenal Volcano National Park *: 34 €
Termalistas del Arenal ****: 20 €
Night tour ***: 116 €
Total: 1171 €.
Meals: 600 €
My favorite restaurants:
Poas: Food court Mercaditas in Fraijanes
Manuel Antonio (near La Palapa): La Langosta and also El Patio
Near Nauyaca Waterfall: Ricar2 el Avión
Between Manuel Antonio and Monte Verde: Soda D’Calle
Santa Elena: HG’s Food
Guadalupe (between Monte Verde and La Fortuna): Soda Río Piedras
Arenal Observatory Lodge restaurant
Arenal Oasis Ecolodge restaurant
Other expenses: 300 € (groceries for breakfast, drinks, ice cream, souvenirs, etc.)
Total overall: 6065 € (about 2020 € per person).
Now, here’s the day-by-day account of this beautiful trip.
In early March, full of carefree joy and happy to return to Morocco, we landed in Marrakech under the sun.
We spent just one night in Marrakech at the Hôtel Toulousain, as we did on our previous trip. And we booked our 3 nights for the end of our trip, the second half of March... Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! But we’re not there yet...
Our first goal is to reach Magdaz, a mountain village in the Tessaout Valley, sometimes called the lost valley.
We discovered the village of Magdaz on this forum, and we were charmed by the photos and comments from travelers who came before us.
The road is easy—it’s dry, and the tarmac takes us right to the village gates at over 2,000 meters above sea level.
We arrive in the afternoon and are left speechless by the beauty of the place. A jewel of Berber architecture! Perfectly restored granaries and kasbahs!
A young man from the village guides us on the visit and opens the doors to the terraces overlooking the village.
Several magnificent collective granaries have been beautifully restored. The warm colors of the stone capture the light wonderfully. It’s stunning!
We won’t find anything decent to stay overnight there, so we head back down a bit and settle in at the Assounfou guesthouse. Lovely welcome. The place is in excellent condition and very clean. It’s spacious, but we’re the only ones there.
First day full of promise!
Hi everyone,
We (two adults, 74 and 70 years old) had already shared a travel journal about our first trip to the Philippines in February/March 2019 on this forum (https://voyageforum.com/v.f?post=9377175;search_string=carnet%20philippines). We had visited Manila, the Banaue rice terraces, Sagada, the Visayas (Bohol, Siquijor, Dumaguette), and on our way back to Luzon, the Taal volcano before returning to France. Delighted by this trip, organized by the French-speaking agency Alizé, we decided to further explore this beautiful country, this time focusing on Coron and Palawan.
Before writing this journal, I should mention that these are personal comments and don’t reflect any differing opinions. Without any literary or photographic talent, I’ll stick to the facts and share a few details about the visits, hotels, and restaurants.
Preparations
We decided to return in mid-January 2025 and consulted three French-speaking tour operators to create a trip based on our wishes (places to visit, type of accommodation) and budget. Comparing three operators helped us weigh their advice and make our choices. Only our first operator respected the budget, a second came close, and the third proposed a slightly more upscale trip. In the end, we chose the agency from our first trip. Our discussions helped refine our itinerary, and when we reviewed it point by point, the document provided was perfect, full of great tips. The most debated point was a 3-day, 2-night cruise between Coron and Palawan. We were tempted but worried about being the only "older" travelers among younger people and feared two uncomfortable nights. Reassured by our tour operator, we finally opted for this "exploration." We’ll come back to that later.
Once the choice was made and dates set, we booked our international flights with Cathay Pacific for 750 € per person, which offers the best schedules (short layovers) at an acceptable price for flights arriving in Cebu. Our trip started on February 25 and returned to Paris on March 15.
International flights
The round-trip flights went smoothly. Cathay does the job well, without frills. The service quality seems to have slightly declined compared to our previous trips with them. Hong Kong Airport is huge but very practical.
Note that not all airlines serve Cebu.
Recommendation: Fill out your Philippine entry form within 72 hours before your flight. This can prevent issues with the airline (possible boarding refusal) and saves a lot of time upon arrival (see the Philippine embassy website).
Domestic flights
For our two domestic flights—Cebu to Coron and Puerto Princesa to Cebu—our tour operator chose Philippine Airlines and their propeller planes. No problems there.
Day 1:
We landed around 12 PM (local time) after 17 hours of travel. A driver was waiting for us at the airport exit and took us to our hotel, intentionally chosen near the airport (Mandaue, about 10 minutes away) to help us recover and get a good night’s sleep before our early morning domestic flight the next day. The Mayoo Hotel, reasonably priced, was perfect for this. Large, beautiful room in a new building—clean, comfortable, with a spa. We could relax by the pool on the 16th floor and enjoy the city view. The breakfast was exceptional, and the staff was smiling, attentive, and helpful. An ATM in the lobby allowed for withdrawals. However, the hotel is in a neighborhood with nothing to see or do. We dined at the Korean restaurant K-GOGI across from the hotel—a real attraction and a great discovery.
Day 2:
After a restful night, we were driven to the airport around 6:30 AM for an 8:10 AM flight from Cebu to Busuanga (Coron).
The flight was uneventful. Upon arrival, we paid 200 pesos per person for the Coron tourist fee before a 40-minute transfer to our hotel: Natura Resort, located outside the city in a secluded spot. The setting is stunning—a beautifully maintained tropical garden, a pleasant pool, and the option to book massages. The cottages are tropical-style with thatched roofs, simple and unpretentious.
The owner, who speaks French, told us that given the heat and our ages, climbing the 721 steps to the top of Mount Tapyas wasn’t necessary. She gave us a few rooftop recommendations to watch the sunset over Coron Bay. After a good swim in the pool and a meal at the resort’s pleasant restaurant, we hired a tricycle to go into town. We were told it costs 150 pesos one way, and depending on the return time, it could exceed 250 pesos. But our driver gave us his WhatsApp number and charged the same price regardless of the time. He just earned two days’ worth of customers.
He dropped us off at the port where bangkas (local boats) gather for day trips. It was the end of the day, so there was a rush. A few shops around the port sold waterproof bags for marine excursions at reasonable prices (compared to back home), after some bargaining. We wandered the town’s alleys looking for the Top Hotel, whose rooftop is famous. Indeed, it’s perfectly located to admire the sunset and enjoy a refreshing drink.
We dined nearby at a small Chinese restaurant, then just had to call our driver to head back.
The night wasn’t entirely restful—our hotel had a soundtrack of all the countryside animals, and it seemed they had no set bedtime! :