Voici un carnet de voyage qui retrace nos 28 jours en Birmanie. Nous avons choisi de visiter ce pays lors de notre tour du monde qui a démarré le 1er Mars 2017.
Qui sommes nous ? Daïnah et Clément, un couple mixte français qui voyage pendant 1 an et demi sur 4 continents
Quand ? Nous sommes partis en Birmanie en Juillet 2017
Comment ? Nous avons passé la frontière Mae Sot / Myawaddy car nous venions de Thaïlande et nous avons franchi la même frontière pour sortir du pays.
Notre itinéraire:
Hpa-An (4 jours - 2 jours à l'aller et 2 jours au retour)
Yangon (4 jours)
Bagan (5 jours)
Mandalay (5 jours)
Hsipaw (3 jours)
Kalaw (2 jours)
Lac Inle (4 jours) et retour à Hpa-An pour repasser la frontière
Nous sommes arrivés à Hpa-An après avoir passé la frontière entre la Thaïlande et la Birmanie, il a beaucoup plu à Hpa-An à notre arrivée mais nous avons quand même pu visiter la ville et ses alentours.
Hpa-An, premiers pas en Birmanie
Hpa-an, notre toute première ville en Birmanie ! On préfère ne pas compter Myawaddy comme la première ville car la ville frontalière n’a rien d’accueillant et nous y sommes à peine passés. Nous voilà donc à Hpa-An pour 2 jours environ. Le temps n’est pas du tout favorable, il pleut non-stop et on décide de sortir tout l’attirail pour affronter la pluie et louer un scooter (la mousson on adore!).
Avant de vous parler des visites on va vous dire quelques mots sur l’hôtel où nous étions. Nous avons pris une chambre au Galaxy Motel, hôtel tenu par une famille birmane. Ils sont accueillants et adorables, la gérante parle un peu français et a toujours le sourire. Notre séjour fut juste parfait dans cet hôtel où nous avons mangé le meilleur petit déjeuner du séjour. Avant de les quitter, ils nous ont mêmes offerts des petits cadeaux ! Si un jour vous passez à Hpa-An, vous l’avez compris, c’est l’adresse à ne pas louper.
Concernant la ville en elle-même, on va essayer de vous détailler au mieux ce que nous avons ressenti en arrivant. La ville de Hpa-an est pauvre, c’est un fait. On décide de découvrir la ville à pied avant de nous aventurer aux alentours en scooter. Les hommes portent tous le longyi, un tissu qu’ils scindent autour de leur taille.
Nous avons immédiatement été saisi par l‘élégance et la beauté des birmanes. Vêtues de longs sarongs souvent assortis avec leur haut, elles traversent la ville avec leurs parapluies à la main en nous fixant. Ok, c’est peut être pas tous les jours qu’elles croisent une métisse et un blanc arpenter les rues de Hpa-an. On essaye de leur sourire mais nous sommes tellement curieux et ébahis de ce changement de décor qu’on doit avoir l’air de débarqués et de ne pas du tout être à notre place. Parce que oui, notre arrivée en Birmanie a été assez déconcertante car le Myanmar ne ressemble à aucun autre pays du sud de l’Asie.
On passe par un petit centre commercial qui nous permet d’avoir une idée des prix. C’est toujours utile et ça nous permet d’éviter les arnaques dans les plus petites supérettes. On se dirige ensuite vers le lac de la ville, un endroit sympathique pour se balader et où les birmans viennent entre amis, en famille ou en couple. On continue notre balade au bord de la rivière et on assiste à un match improvisé de volley-ball. On nous regarde du coin de l’oeil, les joueurs donnent le meilleur d’eux-mêmes et la foule est attentive.
Les alentours de Hpa-An
La grotte de Saddan
Malheureusement, la pluie n’a pas cessé et on doit donc s’armer de courage pour sortir. On part sous la flotte avec le scooter en espérant qu’en chemin la pluie ne sera qu’un lointain souvenir. On commence par la visite située la plus loin, la grotte de Saddan. Les paysages que nous traversons sont très jolis, il y a des rizières à perte de vue. Il y a beaucoup d’agriculteurs dans les champs, qui travaillent leur terre. Nous parcourons quelques kilomètres et nous arrivons à destination. Une fois arrivés à la grotte, nous laissons nos chaussures à l’entrée (oh la grosse erreur – nous allons vite le regretter).
Une famille birmane est déjà à l’intérieur de la grotte et elle prie devant l’image de Bouddha. En effet, à l’intérieur de cette grotte il y a un temple et une rangée de Bouddhas sur un des côtés. La grotte est vaste et il faut la traverser entièrement pour arriver ensuite à un endroit où on prend une barque pour revenir à notre point de départ. Rappelez-vous que nous avons laissé nos chaussures à l’entrée. Nous devons traverser toute la grotte à pied, dans le noir presque complet (on a quand même la lampe du téléphone) sachant qu’à certains endroits l’eau est montée.
On est pas super à l’aise, Daïnah est même même très anxieuse à l’idée de ne pas savoir où elle pose son pied dans l’obscurité. On traverse certaines parties de la grotte où les chauves-souris se font fait plaisir et on préfère se dire qu’on a évité toutes les crottes qui jonchaient le sol. Parcourir la grotte prend du temps, on monte, on descend, on traverse des flaques, des escaliers puis enfin on aperçoit la lumière, un fin filet, au loin. On sort de la grotte. Fin du traumatisme. A l’extérieur, notre regard est rapidement attiré par une grande photo d’Aung San Suu Kyi, dire qu’il y a 6 ans à peine, cela aurait été impossible de la voir afficher ici…
La famille birmane que nous avons croisé un peu plus tôt sort à son tour de la grotte. Pour eux, la traversée du retour est gratuite mais pour nous ce n’est pas le cas. On essaye de négocier mais personne ne parle vraiment anglais. On convient d’un prix fixe: 2000 kyats pour 2. La balade est très sympathique même si la pluie continue de tomber. Nous sommes à bord d’un petit bateau avec l’homme de la famille. Le batelier à l’arrière chantonne et mise à part le bruit de la pluie et le batelier, c’est le calme absolu. La traversée se passe bien, on doit juste bien se baisser en passant dans une grotte car l’eau est bien montée.
On arrive ensuite à notre point d’arrivée. Et là, ça se gâte, le prix vient de doubler. Ce n’est plus 2000 kyats pour 2 mais par tête. Clément est furieux et s’énerve. Notre problème c’est que nous n’avons pas de monnaie et que nous sommes obligés de donner un billet de 5000 kyats. On galère d’ailleurs pour avoir nos 1000 kyats en retour. Heureusement, l’homme qui était avec nous dans la barque nous défend et récupère notre billet.
Nous allons récupérer nos chaussures à l’entrée de la grotte et nous récupérons le scooter. La pluie est de plus en plus intense et on s’arrête rapidement au Mont Zwegabin. A une époque, il était possible de grimper jusqu’au sommet pour y dormir. Depuis la mort d’un touriste, il n’est plus possible de le faire. Nous ne tentons pas l’ascension car il est déjà tard et nous n’aurions pas le temps de faire l’aller-retour.
Nous nous arrêtons seulement au pied de la montagne où il y a un jardin. Ici, il y a près de 1000 statues de bouddhas alignées. Nous prenons quelques photos mais la pluie est bien trop forte et nous rebroussons chemin jusqu’à notre hôtel à contre coeur.
Le lendemain il est déjà temps de partir. Nous quittons le Galaxy Motel en leur promettant de revenir d’ici 3 semaines. Nous avons décidé de faire une boucle et de repasser par Myawaddy pour revenir en Thaïlande. Nous embarquons dans un bus pour l’ancienne capitale du pays, Yangon. Ce voyage ne sera pas de tout repos et on en sortira pas indemne.
Et voici la suite de notre voyage en Birmanie, cette fois on vous emmène à Yangon, la capitale destituée.
Yangon nous a profondément marqué. Elle nous a pris par le col et nous a forcé à la regarder droit dans les yeux. Ces yeux, ce sont d’abord ceux des chauffeurs de taxi qui nous attendent à la sortie de notre bus de nuit. Ce sont aussi ceux des birmans que nous croiserons et qui nous dévisageront sans comprendre d’où l’on vient. Ceux sont aussi ceux des indiens, étonnamment nombreux dans l’ancienne capitale birmane.
Cela rappelle des souvenirs à Daïnah. En effet, Yangon ressemble étrangement à la ville de Calcutta. La pauvreté qui te saute aux yeux, les bâtiments coloniaux décrépis et ces regards qui te marquent au fer rouge tant ils sont pénétrants. Mais comme Calcutta, Yangon nous a d’abord repoussé pour ensuite mieux se laisser découvrir. Voilà le récit de notre arrivée dans l’ancienne capitale birmane.
Circle Line et arrivée à Yangon
Encore sonnés, nous sommes impuissants face au tsunami de birmans qui veulent à tout prix nous faire monter dans leur taxi.
« Combien? »
« 5000 kyats par personne »
« C’est le même prix que le bus que nous venons de prendre »
De toute façon, il est hors de question de prendre un taxi. Nous avions déjà convenu de prendre la Circle Line (sorte de RER) qui nous emmènerait tranquillement (très tranquillement même car il faut compter 2h) vers le centre ville de Yangon. Nous marchons vers la gare la plus proche située à quelques kilomètres de la gare routière. Nous avons nos sacs sur le dos et nous marchons au bord de la route, le trottoir est inexistant. La gare routière est animée, il y a des familles qui se mêlent à des badauds qui errent dans le coin. Beaucoup de taxis nous voient de loin et manquent de nous écraser pour nous prendre dans leur véhicule. C’est peine perdu, on a déjà un autre itinéraire tout tracé.
La pluie s’invite à notre escapade. Les chauffeurs voient alors une aubaine et s’arrêtent à chaque fois devant nous, nous bloquant presque la route. On essaye de négocier mais c’est impossible, les prix restent trop chers et personne ne cèdera. D’un côté comme de l’autre d’ailleurs. Nous avançons vers notre destination, il continue de pleuvoir. Daïnah sent qu’elle tombe malade, elle a un mal de tête incroyable et ses jambes flagellent. Cette fin de journée va être un enfer pour elle.
Nous arrivons enfin dans un quartier résidentiel. Un petit coup d’oeil sur Maps.me et nous voilà dans la rue qui nous mène vers la Circle Line. L’aéroport n’est pas loin et on peut voir les avions atterrir juste au dessus de nos têtes. On entend un train au loin. C’est le nôtre mais il est déjà trop tard. Lorsque nous arrivons à la gare, le train est déjà loin et nous devons enjamber les rails pour nous rendre jusqu’au guichet.
« 2 tickets pour Yangon City, s’il vous plait »
« 200 kyats »
Le guichetier nous explique qu’il faut patienter une trentaine de minutes pour le prochain train. Autour de nous, les birmans nous regardent du coin de l’oeil. Ils sont sûrement surpris de voir des touristes par ici. De l’autre côté du quai, des hommes jouent à un sport local. Ils jonglent et se font des passes sur le quai avec une sorte de balle en bois. Le longyi traditionnel s’est habilement transformé en short pour libérer le mouvement de ces acrobates. Nous les regardons amusés.
Au loin, on voit un homme qui fait paître ses chèvres sur la voie ferrée, de l’autre côté des enfants s’amusent sur les rails. Entre tout ça, des hommes, des femmes et des enfants traversent continuellement les voies souvent chargés: courses, fruits, vélos, …Tout se transporte.
Nous regardons ce spectacle qui se déroule devant nous et l’attente s’en trouve fort réduite. On entend finalement le train qui arrive, les lumières oranges indiquent qu’ils faut libérer la voie. Entre temps, le quai s’est noirci de monde. Nous montons dans le train et nous arrivons à trouver deux places et poser nos sacs, un luxe.
C’est parti pour près deux heures de balade. Le train est plein et des marchands ambulants défilent pour écouler leurs stocks de marchandises: fruits, légumes, médicaments, snacks, etc. Il y en a pour tout les goûts. Ces hommes et ces femmes transportent leur marchandise en équilibre sur leur tête. Les marques de Thanaka sur leur visage nous sont encore inconnues mais c’est une marque de dépaysement qui ne trompe pas. Nous sommes bien en Birmanie.
Par la fenêtre, la banlieue puis la ville de Yangon défilent devant nous. Nous croisons beaucoup de bidonvilles construits au bord des rails et qui débordent de déchets. Ce n’est pas rare de voir des enfants jouer avec des sacs plastiques où d’autres objets insolites laissés là par un passant ou par un passager du train. Cette pauvreté extrême nous choque, nous n’avions encore jamais vu un tel niveau de pauvreté depuis que nous sommes en Asie et pourtant nous avions croisé des bidonvilles sur notre route notamment au Cambodge.
Autour de nous, des passagers amusés se retournent et nous sourient. Nous sommes les seuls touristes de la rame et nous sentons que nous sommes l’attraction principale. L’état de Daïnah se s’améliore pas, son mal de tête est toujours là et elle se sent fébrile. Décidément, cette arrivée n’est pas de tout repos.
Les 2h sont passées assez vite nous voilà maintenant au cœur de la ville. Nous avons trouvé un hôtel dans Chinatown. Nous marchons une trentaine de minutes avant de le trouver. Les chambres sont minuscules et la salle de bain est partagée. Daïnah est épuisée donc on ne va pas plus loin et on s’arrête ici. Cette dernière tombe de fatigue et commence à grelotter. Elle a de la fièvre. Il est 20h et on est tous les deux très fatigués. Clément va chercher de quoi manger et on s’endort rapidement, cette journée nous a épuisé.
Clément ira découvrir la ville de Yangon les jours suivants pendant que Daïnah se remettra sur pieds à l’hôtel. Elle a attrapé froid à cause de la clim dans le bus. Quelle ironie quand on sait qu’il fait 30°C à l’extérieur. Au bout de deux jours elle est de nouveau en forme et nous pouvons visiter tranquillement la ville. On la parcourt de long en large et on découvre à quel point cette ville est photogénique. Ces vieux bâtiments et ces ruelles étroites sont un régal à prendre en photo. A Yangon, on remarque également que la vie se fait à l’extérieur, à même la rue. On voit une quantité impressionnante de street food et de petits marchés au détour des ruelles. Même les magasins débordent à l’extérieur pour appâter le chaland. Avant de quitter cette ville hors norme, nous allons voir l’un des temples les plus sacrés du pays, la Pagode Swedagon.
La Pagode Swedagon à Yangon
Nous décidons d’aller voir la pagode Swedagon en fin de journée afin de la voir sous les derniers rayons du soleil puis de la voir s’éclairer à la tombée de la nuit. La pluie s’invite à notre escapade mais nous apprécions néanmoins la visite de ce véritable complexe bouddhiste. La pagode au centre se ferait presque voler la vedette par tous les fidèles qui se pressent dans les différents édifices qui l’entourent. Dès que la nuit tombe, des croyants viennent allumer des bougies et la pagode se pare de son habit doré. C’est un spectacle en soi. Ce jour-là, on finit notre journée dans un restaurant indien, décidément on ne se lassera jamais de la cuisine indienne!
On quittera Yangon 2 jours après notre arrivée. Nous reprendrons la Circle Line pour retourner à la gare routière d’où nous prendrons notre bus pour Bagan. En chemin, on discutera avec un birman dans le train puis avec un indien juste avant la gare routière. L’arrivée à Bagan sera totalement différente, on vous en parle très bientôt.
Nous partons de Yangon pour Bagan en bus de nuit. Nous utilisons une dernière fois la "Circle Line" de Yangon pour nous rendre jusqu’à la gare routière située à 20km de la ville. Dans le train, on papote avec un birman qui a sa fille qui vit en Allemagne. Elle a visité Paris cet été. On lui demande s’il a pu aller la voir mais il nous explique qu’en tant que birman c’est très difficile d’obtenir un visa pour n’importe quel pays. Il nous souhaite un bon voyage et descend du train. En chemin pour la gare, on croise un indien qui discute un peu avec nous. Lorsqu’on lui dit qu’on vient de France, il regarde Daïnah d’un air interrogateur:
« Oui mais toi tu viens d’Afrique, non? »
Cette franchise, il n’y avait qu’un indien pour dire ça comme ça 🙂 Daïnah lui explique son métissage et il nous indique un raccourci pour nous rendre jusqu’à la gare. Nous le saluons et continuons notre chemin.
Trajet en bus de Yangon à Bagan
C’est reparti pour une nuit en bus avec une température moyenne de 15°C. Cette fois Daïnah est préparée, elle a sa polaire et un foulard. Le trajet est malgré tout un enfer. On nous réveille tous à 23h alors que nous dormions profondément. On doit ensuite patienter car c’est la pause « dîner ». Nous on a pas faim du tout mais on nous oblige à descendre du bus. Le bus fera d’autres pauses pendant la nuit et finalement on ne pourra pas trop dormir pendant ce voyage de nuit, c’est ça aussi de prendre les bus les moins chers 🙂
On arrive à destination à 4h du matin. On refuse poliment les tuk-tuks mais ils nous suivent un bon moment avant de comprendre qu’on va faire la route à pied. Certains nous disent que la ville est à 7km. « C’est beaucoup trop loin » nous disent-ils. Mais bon, on a le temps et on y va à pied. En revanche, même à 4h du mat, les mecs n’oublient pas de te faire payer l’entrée de la ville, 25,000 kyats par tête (ça fait mal). On s’arrête au Golden Myanmar, un peu cher mais on a une belle chambre sur la terrasse avec salle de bain. On décide de se bouger direct car il fait beau et en temps de mousson on ne crache pas sur du soleil quand il y en a. Même quand on vient de dormir 2h en cumulé dans un bus de nuit frigorifié.
Découverte des temples de Bagan
On loue des vélos et nous partons sur les routes. On démarre par le temple Swezigon Pagoda. On ne s’en est pas rendu compte mais on est samedi et il y a plein de birmans qui se rendent au temple. Ce temple est donc blindé quand on le visite. Les birmans sont en famille ou entre amis. Ils sont venus en masse pour prier. Ils regardent beaucoup Daïnah, la pointent du doigt et certains rigolent. Quand tu es bien fatiguée, ce genre de choses passent mal du coup on ne reste pas longtemps ici même si c’est intéressant de voir comment les birmans occupent leur week-end. On s’enfonce dans le site de Bagan et on trouve un temple où on peut apercevoir le site d’un peu plus haut. Les temples s’étendent à perte de vue…On enfourche de nouveau nos vélos et on visites plusieurs grands temples. Comme pour le premier, il y a beaucoup de birmans qui viennent prier ou simplement profiter des lieux en amoureux. C'est tout simplement magnifique...
Le soir on choisit un temple pour le coucher de soleil. Ce temple permet d’avoir une vue à 360°C sur le site de Bagan et on peut monter assez haut pour avoir une belle vue. Sauf qu’il y a tellement de monde que c’est un supplice d’assister au coucher de soleil dans ces conditions. On se demande même comment l’édifice peut supporter tant de monde. Le coucher de soleil est malgré tout magnifique et on essaye de faire abstraction de ce qui nous entoure pour en profiter. On prend ensuite les vélos pour repartir vers la ville. Il y a énormément de trafic et on est bien contents d’avoir des vélos qui se faufilent partout !
Les deux jours suivants, on se repose et on profite de Nyaung Oo. Bon il n’y a pas grand-chose à y faire mise à part un marché. On trouve notre petit QG, le restaurant Kyaw. Les serveurs sont supers sympas, ils discutent un peu avec nous à chaque fois et on s’est rapidement pris d’affection pour eux. Du coup, on ira tous les jours ! Soit pour boire un verre, soit pour manger. On a goûté pas mal de plats et on a tout trouvé super bon. Vous pouvez y aller les yeux fermés.
Notre dernier jour à Bagan
Le dernier jour, on décide de tester les e-bike. Des scooters électriques avec lesquels vous pouvez parcourir jusqu’à 60km ! On visite dès le matin et cette fois le site est beaucoup plus calme. On est souvent seuls au monde et ce sentiment est très agréable. On doit néanmoins faire un aller-retour express car en descendant d’un temple, j’ai déchiré mon pantalon. Je dois donc aller me changer pour continuer les visites…Nous avions noté quelques temples à visiter notamment pour leur point de vue mais le tremblement de 2016 a fait beaucoup de dégâts et il n’est plus possible de visiter autant de temples qu’avant à Bagan. Cela est bien mentionné à l’entrée des temples.
Cette journée passe super vite et l’histoire aurait pu s’arrêter là. Mais on a sûrement été trop gourmands en kilomètres et notre cher e-bike n’a pas réussi à nous ramener à Nyaung Oo. Nous sommes tombés en panne au beau milieu de la route. Heureusement, la gentillesse légendaire des birmans est venue à notre secours. Deux jeunes se sont arrêtés pour nous aider. Ils nous ont poussé jusqu’à notre hôtel en s’accrochant à notre e-bike par un pied! Heureusement qu’ils étaient là car on a bien fait 10km avec eux. Moralité: les e-bike c’est bien mais il faut être conscients de leur limite.
Vélo ou scooter pour visiter Bagan ?
Nous avons utilisé le vélo et le e-bike pour visiter Bagan. Nous avons beaucoup apprécié la visite en vélo malgré la chaleur qui régnait lors de la visite. On peut se déplacer facilement de temples en temples et on peut plus facilement se faufiler. La visite en e-bike a été un peu chaotique mais on pense avoir été un peu trop gourmands en kilomètres. On a croisé plusieurs voyageurs qui n’avaient eu aucun problème avec leur e-bike car ils avaient fait « seulement » une quarantaine de kilomètres. Personnellement, on recommande davantage le vélo car on apprécie ce moyen de transport mais on a trouvé ça très sympa d’avoir une alternative comme le e-bike.
La magie de Bagan a opéré sur nous et on en garde un très beau souvenir. Après quelques jours à Bagan, nous nous rendons maintenant à Mandalay. On vous raconte la suite très vite :)
Ben faudrait peut être poser la question au gouvernement Birman Alain et pas à un voyageur qui prend la peine de nous faire un retour et qui a contribué à l'enrichissement d'une partie de la population !
Le boycot n'aurait aucune incidence sur la situation des Rohingyas et ne ferait que plonger tout le reste du pays dans la misère et l'oubli.
Mais comme d'hab chacun fait comme il veut hein !
Le monde est comme un miroir, si tu lui souris, il te sourit aussi!
Ah t'es drôle Christophe mais je ne suis pas sûre que notre ami goute ton humour ( c'est le cas de le dire 😉 ).
Il a du partir dire 2 mots à Aung San Suu Kyi et il a bien raison d'ailleurs !
Le monde est comme un miroir, si tu lui souris, il te sourit aussi!
Rohingya, Rohinga, mohinga... il faut savoir de quoi l'on parle avant de se lancer dans un vaste débat, n'est-ce pas ?
Pour ma part, je me contenterai d'un débat sur la mohinga... ce qui normalement devrait éviter toute polémique 😄
On précise que nous sommes allés en Birmanie en Juillet 2017 avant la "crise des Rohingyas". Nous n'avions donc pas connaissance de ce qu'il se passait dans le pays lors de notre séjour. En ce qui concerne la nourriture, nous n'avons pas pu goûter le "mohinga" mais nous avons en revanche adoré les "Shan Noodles" et les salades de thé, un délice.
A présent, nous continuons notre carnet de voyage et on vous emmène à Mandalay.
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Après Bagan direction Mandalay, nous y sommes restés plus longtemps que prévu et nous avons pu prendre le temps de découvrir la ville et ses alentours. Mandalay, c’est le genre de ville qui stimule ton imagination ou au moins celle de Daïnah, qui pensait trouver une ville figée dans le temps et aux inspirations coloniales. Autant vous le dire tout de suite, Mandalay ce n’est pas ça du tout. C’est juste une grande ville insipide. Ce qui vaut le coup en revanche, ce sont les alentours de Mandalay. Nous l’avons bien compris et pour s’y rendre nous avons louer un scooter. C’est le plus économique et ce qui nous a offert également le plus de liberté. Bon il y a quand même quelques sites qui valent le détour à Mandalay, on vous en parle en détail dans cet article.
Mandalay: arrivée un peu chaotique
Une fois n’est pas coutume, notre bus nous amène jusqu’à notre hôtel. Enfin « notre » celui que nous avions noté sur Maps.me car nous n’avions fait aucune réservation. Tant mieux pour nous car quand on arrive sur les lieux, l’hôtel ne nous met pas en confiance. On cherche finalement un autre hôtel et on tombe sur le E1 Motel. Et là c’est le sketch qui commence…Nous demandons une chambre double, « with one double bed » in English. La jeune fille n’a pas l’air de saisir et elle nous montre 3 chambres (oui vous avez bien lu TROIS) avec deux lits jumeaux. On lui demande un seul lit pour 2 et là elle nous regarde sans comprendre. Bon, on finit par abandonner car la jeune fille ne comprend toujours pas et on prend une chambre à lits jumeaux même si on en utilisera qu’un…Cela devait sûrement la dépasser de rencontrer un couple mixte.
Les affaires sont posées, nous avons notre nid douillet et on va sans plus tarder découvrir cette fameuse ville de Mandalay. Et bien la ville est plutôt sale, les visages des birmans sont plutôt fermés et ce n’est pas vraiment joli. Voilà. En revanche, on croise plusieurs restos qui nous donnent l’eau à la bouche. On pousse jusqu’aux remparts du palais royal puis on se cherche un petit resto pour dîner. On se rappelle une adresse pour manger des chapatis pour pas cher vu sur un blog et on tombe finalement dessus. Effectivement, les prix sont imbattables et c’est vraiment bon. Les femmes réalisent les chapatis sous nos yeux et ils sont servis encore bien chauds.
Le lendemain petite journée « off ». On va quand même faire un grand tour au marché Zegyo. C’est un très grand marché où on trouve de tout et on s’y perd pendant un bon moment. On en profite pour faire du shopping, Clément craque pour un longjyi et Daïnah aussi 🙂 Le shopping se prolonge car il se met à pleuvoir. Après l’averse on file à l’hôtel pour se reposer puis on ressort pour dîner. On goûte pour la première fois des shan noodles (un véritable délice) accompagnés de brioches chinoises. La journée se conclue ainsi et on réserve notre lendemain à la visite des alentours de la ville.
Visite de Sagaing
Nous louons un scooter directement à notre hôtel. Un birman arrive avec un scooter tout neuf et le moins qu’on puisse dire c’est qu’il a peur de nous laisser son bébé.
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On essaye de le rassurer comme on peut et on part en lui montrant que c’est bon, on gère 🙂 Pour sortir de Mandalay, on longe le fleuve et ce qu’on voit est déconcertant. Il y a des bidonvilles partout au bord du fleuve, la misère était déjà présente dans la ville mais aux alentours, c’est indéniable. On roule un moment puis on prend un long pont qui surplombe l’Irrawwaddy.
Nous visitons la pagode situé sur la colline de Sagaing ainsi que la pagode Soon U Ponya Shin. En arrivant à cette deuxième pagode c’est le drame. Clément entend un léger cri et une odeur de cramé…Daïnah vient de se brûler avec le pot d’échappement sur la jambe. Elle verse un peu d’eau froide dessus et on va visiter la pagode. La pagode est très colorée mais vraiment différente de ce que nous avons pu voir jusqu’à présent. On visite avec nos lonjyi puis on reprend le scooter. La brûlure ressemble désormais à une énorme cloque…Le mal est fait.
Visite de Inwa (Ava)
Cela ne nous empêche pas de continuer notre route vers une autre ville emblématique, Inwa, anciennement appelée Ava. C’est une ancienne capitale royale birmane qui a gardé quelques sites très bien conservés. Lorsqu’on arrive, on trouve un petit restaurant au bord de la route qui fait de très bonnes soupes pour quelques centimes d’euros. Clément en reprend d’ailleurs deux fois. Une fois le ventre rempli, on visite la ville. Il y a un ticket d’entrée à payer de 10,000 kyats. On aurait facilement pu frauder car la personne au guichet ne vérifiait pas trop mais on a préféré la jouer réglo.
L’arrivée à Ava est synonyme de remontée dans le temps. Ici les touristes se déplacent principalement en calèches sur des chemins en terre et les anciens temples en ruines nous transportent des siècles en arrière. Nous sommes les seuls à oser nous déplacer en scooter (économies obligent) à travers cette cité parfaitement conservée où on s’imaginerait vite croiser un membre de la classe royale birmane.
Mais la réalité est toute autre, Ava est aujourd’hui déserte et on ne croise plus grand monde à part quelques birmans curieux et des amoureux transits. Son charme n’en reste pas moins indéniable et on passe beaucoup de temps à visiter cette ville atypique. On croise un petit temple blanc où on s’arrête un moment pour fuir le soleil l’espace de quelques minutes. Un peu plus loin on croise une ancienne tour de garde. Il était encore possible d’y monter l’an passé mais depuis le tremblement de terre de 2016 elle est interdite au public. On s’arrête à une dernière pagode où il est possible de monter afin de surplomber la ville, le panorama est superbe. Notre journée n’est pas encore terminée, nous devons encore nous rendre à Amarapura pour découvrir le célèbre pont U-Bein.
Le Pont U-Bein à Amarapura
Nous reprenons notre scooter pour nous rendre vers Amarapura. Dans cette ville on peut admirer le pont U-Bein, connu pour être le pont le plus long en bois de teck du monde. Nous avons souhaité visiter ce lieu en fin de journée afin d’admirer le coucher de soleil et voir les lumières s’éteindre lentement sur le pont. On a encore un peu de temps devant nous alors on décide de traverser le pont à pied et de boire un verre de l’autre côté. Il y a beaucoup de monde sur le pont, des touristes mais surtout énormément de birmans qui s’amusent à se prendre en selfie sur le pont. Nous traversons tranquillement le pont et nous nous posons à un café. On cherche ensuite un spot pour admirer au mieux le coucher de soleil. On trouve un endroit au bord de la rive et on s’installe. Daïnah installe la GoPro pour faire un timelapse et cela intéresse beaucoup les enfants qui jouent autour de nous. Le soleil commence à décliner et le ciel se transforme peu à peu sous nos yeux. Des teintes mauves, roses et bleu ondulent dans le ciel et nous offre un de nos plus beaux couchers de soleil du voyage.
On reste là à observer ce ciel qui décline jusqu’à ce que la nuit tombe. Il est temps de rentrer à Mandalay après ce superbe spectacle. Il est passé 20h lorsqu’on arrive enfin à Mandalay et pour conclure cette si belle journée, on va manger des chapatis. Après cette longue journée, inutile de vous dire qu’on a dormi comme des bébés.
Visite de Mingun
Le lendemain, on se rend compte un peu tardivement que le bateau pour Mingun part vers 9h et que c’est le seul de la journée ! Il est 8h30 et nous sommes encore à l’hôtel. Heureusement, celui-ci n’est pas loin de l’embarcadère et on se dépêche pour y arriver. Sauf qu’on doit retirer de l’argent entre temps car on a pas assez d’argent pour payer le bateau. On pensait vraiment pas y arriver car nous n’avions croisé aucun distributeur automatique sur la route mais heureusement on en voit un juste avant l’embarcadère en face d’un hôtel de luxe.
Les bords du fleuve sont en fait des bidonvilles et la misère est saisissante. Certains n’ont que quelques branches pour toit et on peut apercevoir des enfants qui jouent dans l’eau sale du fleuve ou qui se lavent. C’est assez incroyable de voir ça là alors qu’en face se dresse des hôtels de luxe et une grande ville comme Mandalay. On atteint l’embarcadère dans les temps et là surprise il y a plein de touristes. On en avait jamais vu autant au même endroit depuis notre arrivée en Birmanie. On paie le bateau et on embarque. C’est parti pour une traversée d’une heure sur le fleuve de l’Irrawwaddy.
On a un bel accueil en arrivant. Un troupeau de vendeurs ambulants nous attend avec des bibelots de toute sorte. On passe notre chemin et surprise. On enfile nos lonjyi et on découvre la ville. On commence par la pagode Hsinbyume, un superbe temple blanc qui contraste fortement avec le ciel bleu en arrière. C’est un superbe édifice. On croise pas mal de birmans dont quelques birmanes qui s’arrêtent en croisant Daïnah. Cette dernière a désormais une technique sans faille pour ce genre de situation, elle se retourne, regarde les birmanes et leur lance un « mingalaba » (« bonjour » en birman), cela se traduit généralement par quelques rires, des sourires et un « mingalaba » en retour.
Après Hsinbyume, nous allons voir la cloche de Mingun. Cette cloche a été pendant longtemps la plus lourde et la plus grande de l’histoire mais cela n’est plus le cas à présent. On peut néanmoins la faire sonner et aller à l’intérieur, ce qui vaut quand même le détour.
Nous terminons notre visite de Mingun par la pagode inachevée qui ressemble donc plus à un gros bloc de pierre qu’à un véritable temple. Il était possible de monter au sommet mais une fois de plus, le tremblement de terre de 2016 a fait des dégâts et il n’est plus possible d’y monter. Après cette visite, on se repose devant ce temple et une vendeuse ambulante nous interpelle. Elle nous parle en français pour nous présenter ces différents articles et elle nous lance même un « c’est moins cher qu’à Leclerc ». On reste interloqués et on la quitte en riant. Décidément, certains touristes apprennent des phrases atypiques aux birmans !
Nous retournons à Mandalay avec le bateau de 12h30 (qui part en fait à 13h). On a donc toute l’après-midi pour visiter la ville de Mandalay sous le soleil. On marche plusieurs kilomètres à pied pour nous rendre à la pagode Kuthodaw. La marche est plutôt agréable dans ce coin de la ville et les gens que nous croisons sont beaucoup plus souriants. Ils nous disent « bonjour » presque à chaque fois et cela change un peu la vision que nous avions de la ville. On arrive enfin à la pagode et on visite. Le ciel commence à changer et on s’en qu’on va se prendre une belle pluie. On repart vers notre hôtel mais c’est trop tard, il pleut à grosses gouttes. On ne peut pas aller plus loin et on décide de s’abriter dans un bar (tant qu’à faire), quelques minutes plus tard c’est le déluge et un gros orage éclate. On décide de manger sur place en buvant quelques bières et on retourne à notre hôtel un peu plus tard dans la soirée sans une seule lumière. L’électricité a été coupé pendant l’orage.
Départ pour Hsipaw et retour à Mandalay
Nous partons quelques jours à Hsipaw en bus et nous revenons quelques jours plus tard à Mandalay pour une dernière journée de visite. Nous revenons avec le train ce qui est super agréable. Cette fois, on trouve un autre hôtel, l’Hôtel Venus qui est beaucoup mieux que celui où nous étions la dernière fois. Durant cette dernière journée à Mandalay, on décide de retourner au Marché Zegyo. Un vaste marché où il y a quantité de nourriture et d’objets en tout genre. On y passe un bon moment à prendre des photos. On décide ensuite d’aller dans le quartier des « faiseurs d’or ». Ces hommes tapent sur des sortes de livres pour affiner des feuilles d’or. Ces dernières seront utilisées par les birmans pour recouvrir certains Bouddhas d’or. Et oui, cela n’est possible que pour les birmans, les birmanes n’ont pas le droit de le faire.
On cherche pendant un moment ce fameux quartier mais le bruit qui se dégage des ateliers ne trompe pas. On suit ce bruit rythmé jusqu’à un atelier où plusieurs sont en plein travail. Vêtus simplement d’un longjyi, ils tapent sur un petit livre de manière régulière afin que chacun garde un certain rythme. Nous les regardons un moment accomplir ce travail titanesque. Le résultat est une feuille d’or incroyablement fine. Nous continuons ensuite notre route et nous tombons sur un véritable « showroom » dédié aux touristes. Il y a d’ailleurs des cars garés devant. Là, il y a des hommes qui travaillent et qui montrent ce qu’ils font aux touristes mais cette fois c’est juste une mise en scène. On ne reste pas là très longtemps et on va manger. Une fois de plus on mange des shan noodles et on accompagne notre repas d’une délicieuse salade de thé. Notre journée à Mandalay s’achève et nous partons ensuite pour la ville de Kalaw.
Nous vous raconterons très prochainement nos quelques jours à Hsipaw puis notre arrivée à Kalaw.
Voici la suite de notre carnet de voyage en Birmanie. Aujourd'hui, on vous emmène à Hsipaw au nord de Mandalay.
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Après notre séjour à Mandalay nous prenons le bus en fin d’après-midi pour nous rendre à Hsipaw, petite ville située un peu plus au nord du pays. Beaucoup de touristes y vont pour apprécier la campagne birmane et surtout pour revenir à Mandalay en train. En effet, ce trajet en train est mythique car il passe par le viaduc de Gokteik qui a un jour tenu le record de 2ème plus long pont du monde. Afin de le conserver, le train passe désormais à 7km heure sur ce viaduc, de quoi avoir le temps d’apprécier les alentours et de prendre des photos.
En route pour Hsipaw
Mais avant de faire ce trajet retour, nous avons d’abord effectué un trajet en bus pour nous rendre à Hsipaw. Un trajet interminable ! Nous sommes partis vers 12h et nous sommes arrivés à 20h. Nous avons pu prendre une bonne pause déjeuner dans un restaurant qui proposait un buffet. Le repas était super bon et nous avons pu goûter plusieurs spécialités birmanes car nous avions droit à une viande et 3 accompagnements. En remontant dans le bus, un birman commence à discuter avec Clément, sauf qu’on ne comprend strictement rien à ce qu’il dit. On se rappelle l’avoir vu siffler une bouteille de whisky dans le resto et on comprend qu’il est bourré. Il va donc essayer de dialoguer avec Clément pendant une bonne heure. Lorsque Clément essaye de l’ignorer, il crie « Hello! Hello! » et il recommence son charabia. Inutile de vous dire que cette heure à été très longue pour Clem ! Heureusement, il finit par s’endormir et Clément peut enfin avoir la paix !
Arrivée à Hsipaw et découverte de la ville
Nous sommes restés deux jours à Hsipaw et nous n’avons pas pu faire énormément de choses à cause de la pluie. On a quand même pu louer un vélo à notre hôtel pour se balader autour de la ville. Nous sommes partis dès le matin et nous avons eu un beau soleil. On a pédalé entre les rizières et on s’est enfoncés dans la campagne birmane. On croise des anciennes rails de train et quelques paysans affairés au champ. On pousse encore un peu et on arrive au Shan Palace. C’est un ancien palais où vit toujours une ancienne princesse Shan. Il est possible de le visiter et de la rencontrer mais ce n’est ouvert que deux heures par jour, de 15h à 17h. Inutile de vous dire qu’on a loupé le coche…
Après quelques heures de vélo on décide de faire une pause dans un petit resto le « Miss Pop Corn Garden ». C’est un resto en dehors de la ville en pleine campagne. C’est un endroit super agréable et on y reste plus d’une heure et demie. Le gérant est très sympa et nous parle un petit peu français, ça fait toujours plaisir ! On se prend chacun un truc à manger et on accompagne le repas d’un bon Fruit Shake. On repart ensuite plein d’énergie pour continuer notre balade.
On passe devant un monastère puis devant d’anciens temples. Ce lieu se nomme « Little Bagan » en référence aux sublimes temples de Bagan. On souhaite continuer notre chemin jusqu’à des sources chaudes mais il a beaucoup plus la veille et pendant la nuit, le terrain est impraticable, en vélo ou à pied. On aperçoit au loin des nuages menaçants et on préfère rebrousser chemin. On a bien fait, l’orage éclate quelques minutes plus tard et on a juste le temps de s’abriter dans notre hôtel pour ne pas être trempés.
En fin de journée, on va boire un verre dans un bar en face de notre hôtel. Le gérant est souriant et sympathique. Il nous confie qu’il a des tables de billards à l’arrière si on souhaite jouer. On garde ça en mémoire pour demain s’il pleut. On dîne sur place et on passe un moment agréable. On observe les birmans autour de nous et comme d’habitude ils ont une petite fiole de whisky posé sur la table en plus de leur bière. Certains mélangent le whisky à la bière pendant que d’autres le prenne sec. Ils sont bien partis pour prendre une cuite !
Le jour suivant il pleut énormément et nous ne pouvons pas faire grand chose. Nous restons à l’hôtel et nous nous rendons ensuite au bar pour aller jouer au billard. A l’arrière du restaurant il y a 6 tables de billards et plusieurs birmans sont là en train de jouer. Ils parient de l’argent et leurs parties sont bien plus intenses que les nôtres, l’alcool aidant. On se fait 2 parties puis on va dîner au bar, une fois de plus on se laisse tenter par une salade de thé et on prend un plat de viande à partager. Cette journée sans visites nous aura permis de nous reposer et de voir un peu comment les locaux passent leur journée quand il pleut (comprenez au bar pour les hommes!).
Train Hsipaw-Mandalay par le viaduc de Gokteik
Le lendemain, nous embarquons dans le train qui nous mènera jusqu’à Mandalay. Nous quittons notre hôtel vers 8h et nous patientons à la gare. Comme partout en Birmanie, nous croisons des meutes de chiens dans les rues dont un groupe de 10 chiens à la gare. Ils font leur petite vie et s’aboient dessus sans même se préoccuper des humains qui attendent le train.
On s’assoit sur un banc en bois et on regarde un peu autour de nous. Il y a des femmes qui arrivent chargés d’ananas sur leur tête et dans des sacs. Au bout du quai, on aperçoit également des montagnes d’ananas empilées les unes sur les autres. Les birmanes, toujours avec leur tanakha sur les joues, s’affairent. Elles attendent du monde pour vendre leurs fruits. L’odeur de l’ananas remplit le quai. Le temps passe et des voyageurs arrivent, des touristes mais aussi des locaux qui n’ont que quelques sacs comme bagages. Surtout de la nourriture d’ailleurs.
L’heure est arrivée, nous prenons nos billets de train et nous embarquons. Les sièges sont plutôt en bon état. Nous nous attendions à avoir des sièges en bois mais ils sont en fait rembourrés et confortables. Les passagers prennent place. Nous sommes dans un carré mais nous ne sommes que 2, ouf. Les vendeuses font des les allers-retours sur le quai pour écouler leur stock d’ananas. Ces dernières partent à une allure folle et remplissent bientôt le train. Nous aurions sans doute aussi craqué si Daïnah n’était pas allergique. Finalement, le train démarre et nous nous éloignons lentement de la gare de Hsipaw.
Nous nous faisons bercer de droite à gauche par les balancements du wagon. Les ananas ont laissé la place aux snacks et aux boissons sur la tête des vendeurs ambulants qui se déplacent de wagons en wagons. Cette fois nous nous laissons tenter et nous achetons des graines de tournesols à une vendeuse, visiblement ravie de vendre quelque chose à des touristes. Elle nous sourit et nous donne notre butin. Une birmane nous offre un peu plus tard des snacks au riz, on adore ça et on la remercie chaleureusement.
Les paysages défilent dans le train mais nous faisons attention lorsque nous passons la tête par la fenêtre. La végétation est luxuriante et au passage du train des branches ou des feuilles sont régulièrement coupées, on comprend mieux pourquoi il y a tant de feuilles d’arbres dans notre wagon. Par moment, le train grince en tournant et le wagon se balance davantage. Le train s’arrête à quelques gares et de nouveaux voyageurs affluent. Une famille s’installe sur le carré d’en face et nous sourient. Ils ont 2 enfants avec eux. Le train repart et très vite nous arrivons aux abords du viaduc. Le viaduc de Gokteik a été inauguré en 1901, il n’est plus tout jeune et il faut bien préparer le train avant tout passage. On s’arrête donc à la dernière gare avant le viaduc et les mécaniciens procèdent à une dernière inspection tandis que les militaires embarquent dans le train.
Le viaduc est célèbre et il ne faudrait pas qu’un accident se produise. En effet, il est interdit de se lever ou d’aller aux toilettes pendant la traversée du viaduc, on ne sait jamais. Le train redémarre lentement et nous arrivons rapidement au viaduc. Le train passe un tunnel et tourne en grinçant fortement. La tête de train arrive sur le viaduc à une allure de 7km heure. Wagon par wagon, curieux et habitués passent la tête par la fenêtre pour le clou de spectacle. Sous le viaduc, il y a plus d’une centaine de mètres et au loin de la verdure, uniquement. Nous passons très lentement sur le viaduc et chacun est comme hypnotisé par ce léger grincement et par la majesté architecturale de ce pont. Le passage aura duré 5 bonne minutes peut être moins mais la magie a opéré.
Le train reprend ensuite de la vitesse et beaucoup de touristes s’arrêtent à Pyin Oo Lwin. Soit pour prendre un bus qui les amènera plus rapidement à Mandalay soit pour y passer quelques jours. Nous, nous avons choisi de continuer notre route jusqu’à Mandalay. L’excitation est retombée et le temps se fait plus long. On regarde de temps à autre dehors mais le moment qu’on attendait est passé. Les vendeurs ambulants ne passent plus dans les wagons et on s’occupe comme on peut. La famille birmane a côté de nous nous propose à manger et nous donne également de la poudre pour soulager les douleurs d’estomac. On ose pas refuser et on goûte cette poudre marron qui pique le bout de la langue. Les enfants sont incroyablement calme et à chaque fois qu’ils croisent notre regard, ils sont souriants.
Le soleil commence à tomber alors que nous sommes toujours au beau milieux de montagnes. Le train doit faire des marches avant/arrière dans la montagne afin de descendre de plusieurs mètres. C’est long. La lumière s’allume dans les wagons, on aperçoit au loin des lumières et on espère que c’est Mandalay qui s’approche. Nous arrivons finalement vers 20h30 à Mandalay, crevés mais ravis de notre périple en train.
Notre voyage en Birmanie touche presque à sa fin. Notre étape sera le lac Inle.
Je vais aller à Hpa An mi-décembre et c'est avec intérêt avec je lis vos aventures :)
Au sujet de la grotte de Saddan, auriez vous pu garder vos chaussures aux pieds(pour éviter de marcher dans la crotte de chauve-souris) car cette grotte n'etait pas reellement "sacrée" ou bien auriez vous aimé avoir vos chaussures a la sortie de la grotte qui n'etait qu'une partie de l'excursion ?
Une fois arrivés à la grotte, nous laissons nos chaussures à l’entrée (oh la grosse erreur – nous allons vite le regretter).
Si je comprends bien l'aller se fait dans la grotte et au retour on la contourne en bateau ce qui fait une sorte de boucle ?
Merci et bonne journée,
Olivier.
Puissiez vous trouver de l'eau et de l'ombre.
Same same but different
Bonjour Olivier,
La grotte en elle-même n'est pas sacrée mais les birmans y ont installé un temple à l'entrée qui, lui, est sacré. Le problème vient plus du fait qu'il y avait de l'eau dans la grotte (20-30cm de profondeur) donc nous avons préféré enlever nos chaussures histoire de ne pas les tremper :). Je pense que vous pouvez les enlever et les garder avec vous le temps de traverser la grotte, puis les remettre en sortant pour prendre le bateau ! Oui le trajet se fait bien dans ce sens là, c'est peut-être possible dans le sens inverse mais nous n'avons vu personne le faire. N'oubliez pas d'amener une lampe frontale :).
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Uzbekistan!!!
It was winter, a winter with beautiful weather,
A season that only exists in the southwest of America,
I remember very well what I told you that morning
A month ago... A century ago, an eternity ago...
We’ll go... wherever you want, whenever you want...
Well, yeah, back from our adventure in our enchanting American West just a month ago, we’re already taking a bite out of one of its lesser-known competitors. "Flo, if you had to pick just one reason to justify your love for the U.S., what would it be?" The greasy, dripping burgers? No, I don’t think I’m going out on a limb by saying it’d be the wide-open spaces... And that’s exactly what our new quest is taking us to—a land on the other side of the globe where the horizon also seems endless, where silence tastes like salty wind and sand, where freedom is measured in kilometers of desert tracks, where the GPS is mostly there to confirm you’re lost in the middle of nowhere... Add to that magic formula the fact that you’ll see more zebras, giraffes, wildebeest, and elephants than people per square kilometer, and you can imagine us setting foot in Southern Africa for the first time, more precisely at the small airport in Windhoek, capital of... of...? Brush up on your geography, damn it! We’re landing in Namibia!!!
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Hi everyone, we're back from a DIY USA road trip we organized from July 31, 2026, to August 26, 2026.
The destination: The Southwest USA, including Texas, Arizona, and New Mexico. Roughly 7,000 kilometers covered.
The car: A Chevrolet Equinox for two, rented through BSP Auto and Avis. Inside, we had 2 suitcases, a travel bag, two carry-on bags, a Walmart cooler, photo gear, and water bottles (a 40-pack).
The route: Dallas DFW, Fort Worth, Houston, Austin, San Antonio, Alpine, El Paso, Tucson, Sedona, Albuquerque, Amarillo, and back to Dallas to finish with a departure from DFW.
The travelers: Two seniors well advanced in years (73 and 75) but still active (nothing too physically demanding—to stay alive and fund our trips), fully independent physically, though a bit less so mentally. Big USA fans, a country where anything is possible. More walkers than hikers, preferring 3-star hotels over roadside motels, Italian restaurants over US food, frequent stops for photos, museums over nothing, naps over forced marches. Not too whiny, just enough to stay French in the land of the "great Satan," as they say.
Not great with languages—street English (but handy), and my Spanish is non-existent except for: "Hola! Una cerveza por favor!" That’s about it. My wife understands everything but refuses to speak.
The cost of the road trip: Around 12,000 €, including AF flights, the car, gas, gifts, visits, and everything else. Well managed, since we’d budgeted 13,500 € initially.
The positive side: A delight, with those endless open roads. Museums to discover. The realization of the Hispanic presence and its important history in this part of America. Lovely locals. Tourists who were more or less friendly. A terrible Texan accent that was hard to understand. Gas stations that were like real stores, with prepared food, alcohol sold in Arizona and New Mexico, and employees who were always up for a laugh!
The negative side: The heat throughout the trip... 43°C in Dallas at the end. Impossible to walk the streets. Lots of homeless people in downtown Dallas. Hotel breakfasts that were always the same. You get used to it.
So, it was positive overall, but the concept is starting to wear us out. We might rethink the DIY road trip model for next time. If the man upstairs grants us more time.
Next up, we’ll wait for the first batch of sorted photos to go through the wringer.
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
We did the Langtang trek (hike) from September 10th to 17th, with the first and last days being the trip from Kathmandu and back—so 6 days of actual walking. It’s a fairly well-known trek but certainly not as famous or crowded as those in the Annapurna or Everest regions, which is why we chose it.
In theory, it’s mandatory to have a guide for this trek. In reality, it seems there are ways to bypass the regulations: we met at least two people hiking without a guide—a South Korean, a New Zealander, and possibly also a couple of English women and an American couple, though we’re not sure if they had a guide.
The agency we booked with had told us it was an affordable trek for relatively older people in good shape—which is our case (I’m 72 myself). I have to say upfront that we found it quite challenging, maybe because we didn’t have good weather—it was the end of the monsoon season. To be clear, no matter your fitness level, I’d say doing this trek in the middle of the monsoon season would be suicidal.
Day 1 – Journey from Kathmandu to Syapru Besi
On Monday, September 8th, there had been violent protests in Kathmandu against the government, which had, among other things, blocked access to social media and been accused of nepotism and corruption. There were 19 deaths. The situation was very tense on the day of our departure, Wednesday the 10th. The agency warned us that public transport was very unreliable. So, we decided to take a jeep, at an additional cost of $100 ($160 minus what was already budgeted for the bus).
We left a little before 7 a.m. and it took us a good hour just to reach the outskirts of Kathmandu. Along the way, we saw several houses and vehicles set on fire by protesters.
The road to Syapru Besi is only 120 km, but it’s frankly awful. It’s always narrow, winds through endless mountains, and the shoulders range from bad to confusing to nonexistent. Several sections are just dirt tracks. We didn’t regret opting for the jeep, as we could stop several times at our convenience—if only to let Y (my Thai partner) throw up everything she had. She’d taken her usual motion sickness medication, but the constant turns, accelerations, and braking eventually made her terribly carsick.
In Nuwakot, we stopped for breakfast at a nice little restaurant, Jimbu. It was around 8:30 a.m., and we’d barely covered 60 km. The restaurant has a lovely garden overlooking the Trishuli Ganga, the river flowing down from Syapru Besi. First photo: the river in the bottom right corner, mist and clouds over the mountain on the other side.
An hour later, my second photo: the hills along the Trishuli Ganga. You can see the different crops—lush green rice paddies in the lower right and corn, already yellowed and likely harvested, in the foreground on the left. And of course, the mist and clouds through which you can glimpse the mountain on the other side of the river.
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)
This travel journal is our second on VoyageForum, following last year’s where we recounted our four weeks in Vietnam.
The goal remains the same: since some members on this site share tips, experiences, and great deals that help us prepare for our trips, we do the same after returning—both to give back a little and in the hope that our experiences might be useful to others in some way.
Our route was as follows: Bangkok, Siem Reap, Krabi, Suratthani, Koh Phangan, Koh Tao, Chumphon, Bang Saphan, Prachuab Khiri Khan, Sam Roi Yod, Hua Hin, Phetchaburi, Bangkok.
Beyond rediscovering Bangkok, our objectives were the long-held dream of seeing Angkor and exploring southern Thailand, much of which isn’t overly touristy.
A quick big thank-you to Barbot, who took the time to answer several of our questions.
12/07/2013
The cheapest flight we found earlier this year was a Paris-Bangkok route with a layover in Moscow for 1440 €, total for two people.
So, this time we tried Aeroflot. Airbus A318 for the first leg, A330 for the second. Nothing particularly annoying to report—the passengers were very calm, the cabin temperature was comfortable, and we had enough legroom.
That said, the quality of the meal trays was pretty mediocre, and the flight attendants weren’t exactly comedians.
We’d like to remind everyone that it’s best to exchange as little money as possible at the airport upon arrival, since the rate is about 5% worse than at city banks.
Of course, we made sure to take the airport exit where you can catch official taxis to avoid getting scammed. So, we queued up, a little lady gave us the ticket, and off we went with the driver.
Generally, this system works well because these drivers are registered, know their duties, and the risks they face if they break the rules. Except that day, right off the bat, we got the scammer of the day. His first move was to snatch the ticket from my wife’s hands—the one you’re supposed to keep in case of a complaint. My husband saw it, but after a full day of travel, we were a bit out of it, and honestly, there was no reason to be suspicious. But once we started driving, the guy refused to turn on the meter. We insisted more and more firmly, but nothing. So, I used the famous method of opening the door and starting to step out of the car. At 40 km/h, that scares the driver more than the passenger. He finally turned on the meter, but that didn’t calm him down—quite the opposite. For the next half-hour, he ruined the ride by demanding extra fees here and there. Having dealt with several scam attempts last year in Vietnam, this wasn’t exactly new, and we were proud of ourselves for staying pretty zen. Still, this guy was a little scary—he was completely wired and aggressive. Honestly, it was hard not to think he was on something. He’d be perfect for a *Scarface* remake. When we finally arrived at the hotel, he followed us to the entrance. We paid the two tolls (25 and 45 baht), gave him the usual 100 baht extra for the ride, and stayed polite but firm. So, meter: 245 baht + 100 baht + 25 and 45 baht for tolls—we paid the exact amount, no way we were tipping this guy. He left furious, but he was already like that before picking us up... Anyway, avoid Mr. Chartree Chidchen, number 089 826 7308, car E2663!
We were so relieved to finally settle in at Feung Nakorn Balcony hotel in the temple district. 42 € per night, great reception, all the staff is friendly. The AC works fine, the bed seemed hard at first but turned out to be comfortable. The hotel is quiet, away from the nightlife, but at this time of year, many places are less crowded than in high season. Even with a nice fish pond and outdoor breakfast area, it’s a decent hotel, though we felt we could’ve found something better.
After a night on the plane, the first afternoon is always a bit of a slog. We napped for a few hours, and when we woke up—guess what—we were starving. We visited a temple across from the hotel (nothing special) and then decided to take the Chao Phraya Express, the river shuttle that serves many piers along the river. It was a really enjoyable experience. The steel gangway wobbles when you board and disembark, the boat sits low in the water, and sometimes you get splashed. During peak times, you’re packed in like sardines, but most of all, there’s that exotic urban landscape passing by, especially the temple rooftops.
At that exact moment, the boat was packed. We didn’t see a ticket booth at the pier, and we tried in vain to pay the few baht for the ride. The cashier on the boat was too busy, and another employee we called didn’t have time to help us. Oh well, we weren’t going to force the issue. Still, this mode of transport is super practical for avoiding traffic, and at the piers, the lines with station names are clearly marked, with colors matching the flags on the boats. Combined with a map like the *Routard* guide, it’s easy to navigate.
We easily made it to the restaurant *Harmonique*, located near one of these piers. It’s a unanimous favorite on this forum, and let us tell you—it’s well-deserved. What a wonderful experience that evening! We only saw the outdoor gazebo because there was no way we were dining inside. It’s not flashy, so those looking for a luxurious setting should look elsewhere.
That night, the staff was a bit slow, and we had to track them down several times to move things along. But oh, my friends—what a feast on the plate! Start with the appetizer platter for two at 250 baht, featuring four specialties, each more tempting than the last, followed by their famous crab curry for 200 baht. There’s *so much* crab in there! The dish is so delicious and rich that when you finish, you feel—how to put it—like it was almost *too* good, to the point where you’re almost put off eating for days. And also, oh yes, we *will* be back. Their satay chicken is just as amazing, and it would be a crime not to mention their generous dessert with ice cream, warm banana, and chocolate, plus their *excellent* almond milkshake.
Later, we took a taxi to Kao San Road, mainly to book a Ko Tao-Chumphon trip for 600 baht per person at the Lomprayah counter. In hindsight, we should’ve booked all three of our trips there right away.
Kao San Road is *ultra*-touristy—better for younger crowds, but it’s still worth seeing. There’s rock ‘n’ roll, hippies, and crowds everywhere.
We walked back to the hotel, and when we got a little lost near a canal, a really nice older Thai man spontaneously appeared out of the night to kindly point us in the right direction.
Finally, a real long night of sleep ahead—we cranked up the AC. Sweet, the vacation has begun!
If I close my eyes and think of the Sultanate of Oman, I first smell a light scent of incense, feel the warmth of a sunbeam on my skin, before sand slips through my fingers. I taste the sweetness of a date, a real candy, then the flavor of coffee with a hint of cardamom and rosewater... I hear the desert wind whistling in my ears, the distant call of a muezzin, then the murmur of water. I open my eyes to see smiles, welcoming gestures, a turquoise sea, rocks ranging from ochre to purple, deep wadis where torrents burst forth, orange dunes, white sandy beaches where tiny crabs scurry at full speed. I see incredible oases emerging between arid mountains. I see abandoned villages that I’d dream were full of life, imposing fortresses overlooking valleys, and lively souks where offers are delicate and negotiation is a mutual courtesy.
All that, and so much more.
This is what I tried to capture in my illustrated travel journal, which I’ll fill in here and there with photos.
I drew this journal “cold,” after my return (actually, I made it this summer, while our trip was last winter). It’s a pretty special format—I bought it in Japan without really knowing what I’d do with it. Well, it found its purpose! Below is a photo of this accordion-style journal: here, it’s only partially open, because when fully unfolded, it’s 5 meters long!
For drawing enthusiasts: The accordion format is both a constraint (each sheet is 9 cm x 27 cm) and a freedom (you can create a fresco). The paper is also a bit special: it doesn’t allow for fine lines, but it takes ink well (liner pen). However, everything has to be done almost in one go (with a very light pencil sketch) because it erases poorly. It absorbs too much water for coloring with markers or watercolors (unless you avoid soaking it), but it works well with oil pastels and their use with a brush and solvent. Since it’s yellowish, it allowed me to create contrasts even with white pastel.
On the right, the "welcome marker"—those dates offered everywhere as a sign of hospitality. On the left, a tribute to those stunning doors worn by time, admired all over the old quarters, including the abandoned ones.
Oman is one of the world’s largest producers of frankincense resin. Incense burners are everywhere, from the simplest clay ones to the most precious handcrafted silver ones...
Hospitality will often lead you to accept a small coffee, an "Omani coffee," very light, subtly flavored with cardamom, maybe a touch of saffron, and occasionally rosewater.
Here, I’ve depicted a man in the common everyday attire of Omanis: the dishdasha, mostly white (during the week and daytime; colors are more common in the evening or on Fridays and Saturdays). While you’ll see some men dressed in Western clothes, they’re very few. The white dishdasha is truly the shared attire of all men. The dishdasha, which has no hood, is distinguished by a small pom-pom attached to the collar, the furakha, which is soaked in perfume. And believe me, Omanis go overboard with it! "It smells like the pom-pom" is an expression that’s now part of our shared language, my husband and I.
Another must of men’s attire is the kuma, a small round head covering, usually white with brightly colored patterns. The keffiyeh is also worn (but without the cord called an agal in Arab countries), and it’s mostly worn by those with roots in the desert, from what I understood.
And what about the women, you might ask? Some are veiled, some in full black (but not a burka—more like a chador + abaya), due to the influence of Saudi Arabia and the United Arab Emirates, whereas the traditional outfit used to be a layering of very colorful dresses. Most of the women we saw wore neutral clothing, a plain veil over their hair, but with their faces uncovered. We also saw many saris and colorful veils—don’t forget that 40% of the population consists of Indian, Nepalese, and Bangladeshi immigrants, who work a lot in tourism, hospitality, restaurants, services, and construction.
Just to clarify, as a tourist, there’s no pressure to wear a veil, and never any disapproving looks. Of course, you’ll save the mini shorts, plunging necklines, bare shoulders, and midriffs for the hotel terrace—but I’d say that’s the same for men and women, and with the sun being strong, it’s better for your skin too.
Here’s the introduction! In the next post, I’ll tell you about my itinerary, and we can dive in!
With my girlfriend Christelle, we’ve chosen South Africa for our first trip to Southern Africa, focusing on safaris—after a long debate with a Cape Town/Kruger combo.
But that would’ve meant cutting out St Lucia, which would’ve been harder to fit into another trip.
And St Lucia—thanks to Michel and all those travel journals—we really wanted to go there.
So our 11-night itinerary ended up like this, mostly shaped by school holidays:
- 3 nights in St Lucia
- 1 night in Hluhluwe
- 1 night at Mkhaya Game Reserve (Eswatini)
- 1 night at Hlane Royal National Park (Eswatini)
- 3 nights in Kruger (Berg en Dal / Satara / Tamboti)
- 1 night at Shindzela Tented Camp in the Timbavati private reserve
- 1 final night in Kruger at Lower Sabie
All of this in the off-season and rainy season, just a month after catastrophic floods that killed over 150 people and seriously damaged Kruger’s infrastructure.
I’ll jump straight to St Lucia and skip the loooong journey to get there (with a layover in Frankfurt, landing in Johannesburg, a domestic flight to Durban, and the rest by rental SUV—First Car Rental, perfect, no complaints).
To motivate readers—especially some familiar faces here—I’ll drop in a first photo.
This travel journal is therefore intended solely for my photos, to present a consistent style.
All the shots were taken with a simple Samsung Galaxy smartphone and with whatever was at hand.
All stays combined, I’ve spent the equivalent of three years at most in Thailand, and I’m not a big expert on the country.
However, after many trips, lots of reading on VoyageForum and other sites, and conversations with many locals as well as expats, my view of the country is becoming clearer, though it’s constantly evolving. You never stop discovering and learning.
I guess I wanted to piece together a puzzle, mainly for those who want to get an idea of the country here and for those who miss it.
I don’t know if this minimalist sharing will interest anyone, but it’ll do me good to put it together. After so many months without traveling and then these other long months with VF closed, there’s plenty of material available.
There’ll be a mix of places, periods, and subjects, but it might well be intentional.
I suspect many Thais have dogs because they make excellent guards for the home. Nothing better to deter burglars or to signal the presence of a snake. You’ll often see Thais tapping the top of their dog’s head, but don’t be fooled: it’s a sign of affection from them. Judging by the dogs’ reactions, they’re used to it.
Thailand is one of the countries on the planet where rabies is still present, so keep that in mind. It’s not just bites that can be dangerous, so don’t let just any dog lick you. Especially on a wound, of course.
Even though dogs often fear humans—this dangerous and unpredictable predator—we still need to stay cautious.
Be careful when walking into alleys because the dog will defend its master’s big property, be careful at night, and be careful when they’re in packs.
It sometimes crosses our minds that Thailand isn’t really made for walking around, and dogs are one of the reasons.
That said, it’s not uncommon to see them chasing bikes or scooters. Cars, though, are much rarer—they’re too big.
It seems Thais prefer to give their dogs freedom by not locking them behind gates. Though sometimes the gate is closed, the little side door is wide open. Oh, and sometimes there’s no gate in front of the property, or it’s been broken for years.
You’ll often see dogs sleeping on the side of the road, sometimes right on the road. When you arrive, they move aside nonchalantly—or not at all. It’s less funny when they suddenly appear from thick vegetation, which reminds visitors not to drive too fast. As a result, you’ll notice that dogs with injuries or missing legs aren’t that rare.
Since they believe in reincarnation and respect for all forms of life, they don’t chase dog packs away too much, and they don’t sterilize them enough. Seeing a small pack roaming freely in the countryside, you might think it’s best not to cross paths with them at the edge of a field.
A darker side of this is that euthanasia isn’t often practiced. Twice, we saw dogs at temples on the brink of death, enduring terrible suffering. No one did anything about it. The image (and the smell) of one of them, dying and emitting the stench of death, still comes back to me sometimes.
Some of you may have seen the YouTube vlog of a French woman living in Phuket who was given a little pig by her Thai friends. The well-fed animal quickly became a happy, enormous beast with its own garden. Yet, it didn’t take long for it to fall seriously ill and become incurable. In her video, the French woman described how difficult it was to find a vet willing to perform euthanasia.
You’ll often see bowls by the side of the road. Thais leave food and water in them for stray cats and dogs. Overall, they have a big heart for animals.
If you ever pop into a shopping mall, you might see people pushing their small dogs in strollers. It’s not a gimmick—it’s just that these strollers are provided for customers to put their pets in, otherwise you can’t bring them inside. It looks a bit odd when you expect to see a baby.
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.
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
It’s an ancient city that breathes, a living spring.
Here, no kitschy signs like “I miss you in Fengyu,” nor mass-produced fake antiques.
The century-old houses still bear the marks of wind and rain; in the morning, you hear roosters crowing, and at dusk, smoke gently rises from the kitchens.
This city doesn’t try to please anyone—like the spring water flowing through it, it simply keeps living at its own pace.
Located in Eryuan County, in the Dali Prefecture of Yunnan, the ancient town of Fengyu is a nationally designated historical and cultural city. It’s nicknamed the “land of scholars and ink”—during the Qing Dynasty, the Fengxiang Academy produced four *jinshi* and eleven *juren* in the imperial examinations. The Bai families made studying and farming a true legacy. Even on market days, you’ll find stalls of calligraphy and paintings, while lintels and screen walls are covered with family mottos.
Fengyu was also an important stop on the ancient Tea Horse Road. It preserves the second-largest Bai architectural complex in China, just after Xizhou. The famous traveler Xu Xiake spent seven days here and compared it to the “peach blossom paradise.”
I’m inviting you on a stroll through my drawings—a completely subjective, far from exhaustive, and totally personal take, since it’s based on my own sketches. I put this travel journal together after returning in late 2024, mostly using felt-tip pens and pencils, with a few collages thrown in. I worked from our personal photos.
Let’s start with the shotengai...
Our first "wow" moment came as we stepped out of the subway in Asakusa, the Tokyo neighborhood where we’d booked our hotel for our first five nights. Exhausted after our long flight, we finally arrived and took an exit that led straight into a shotengai—one of those covered shopping streets that pop up in city centers and flourished between the 1950s and 1980s.
It was an instant aesthetic shock, like a close encounter of the third kind between the modern city, a typical Asian market with its street stalls, the vintage vibe of the arcade, the sheer abundance of goods, and the bustling crowd—a mix of tourists, pilgrims (thanks to nearby Senso-ji Temple), and locals (it’s a very working-class area).
In the end, it set the tone for a feeling we’d experience throughout the trip. Wherever we went, shotengai turned out to be fantastic spots for finding little restaurants, shops, or even fresh produce. Some are like real mazes, like in Kyoto, where we spent ages trying to relocate a restaurant we’d loved ;-)
In Kanazawa, the Omicho Market:
And in Kyoto, Nishiki Market:
The latest travel journal about Turkmenistan dates back to 2019. Here’s a quick update on this vast desert country, which is now a bit easier to visit than before.
This is my first travel journal. If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask. The country is slowly opening up, but it’s still possible to visit sites where you’ll be completely alone. In five days, I saw two Hongkongers, a few Germans, and a Chilean at the crater, ten Chinese people in a capital bazaar, and that’s it!
It’s possible to visit Turkmenistan from Uzbekistan. The easiest and most economical way is to take a taxi to the border from Bukhara. The trip takes a little over an hour.
Crossing the border takes quite a while because many Turkmen bring back items bought in Uzbekistan to resell in Turkmenistan. For example, diapers, baby products, or beauty products.
It took me over 2.5 hours to cross the border. To visit Turkmenistan, it’s mandatory to have a guide and go through a travel agency. British agencies often offer three-, five-, or seven-day trips for over 1,500 or 2,000 €.
But if your budget is more limited, you can contact a few Turkmen agencies directly by email, and they’ll make you an offer between 700 and 1,300 € for three to seven days. I took a five-day trip from Turkmenabat in the northeast of the country to Dashoguz in the north. The goal was to visit the main UNESCO-listed sites, including Merv, and archaeological sites like Nisa or Gonur Tepe.
Your guide will also be your driver. They’ll pick you up at the border. The formalities are very long because customs officers have to stamp multiple documents, and obtaining the visa you previously requested from your travel agency requires several checks. But the process goes relatively smoothly, even if each step takes a while.
Once on the other side, the first surprise is the brand-new highway all the way to Turkmenabat. A very long line of trucks stretches for several kilometers on the Turkmen side to cross the border into Uzbekistan. According to my guide, Turkmen trucks transport gas and cotton (though not this season, since the harvest is in September), but they mainly fill up their tanks because fuel is much cheaper in Turkmenistan. A full tank for a car costs about 3 €, which is unbeatable.
From the Farap border post, the goal is to reach the city of Mary, which is home to the UNESCO-listed site of Merv in its suburbs, about thirty kilometers away. This city is known as a foundation by Alexander the Great in the 4th century BC under the name Alexandria of Margiana. Several fortresses are visible.
After more than three hours on the road, we have lunch at a Turkish restaurant called Aladdin. Several quotes from the president are visible along the highway, but the road is in good condition, and we move along easily. This will be by far the best road in the country—things will get much worse later.
Roundabouts are particularly interesting because they feature emblems of Turkmen culture, like the dog, a carpet, the Ahal Teke horse, or Muslim symbols, even though the presence of Islamic artifacts is quite limited.
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
Last October, we landed in Marrakech to spend a few days with family exploring Morocco’s roads.
Transport: a rented Dacia.
Accommodations: small guesthouses.
Our first stop was just a few kilometers from Marrakech, at a lovely house perfect for relaxing and recharging before continuing. It’s called Bleu House, a little paradise on the outskirts of Marrakech. The welcome was very warm, with a beautiful pool and a lovely garden.
Next, we headed toward the Tichka Pass. The road has really improved in recent years—it’s much easier to drive now. No more getting stuck behind trucks, and today, the construction is practically finished.
Morocco has turned green after the recent rains. It’s a joy for the herds and shepherds.
When we started looking for a summer destination a few months ago, our first criterion was to avoid extreme heat and heatwaves. We had already been to Norway two years ago and are considering going back in the future for other occasions. So, we had some fun asking ChatGPT which destinations enjoyed a mild climate during the summer without going too far. Among the list provided by the AI were the Canary Islands... The idea of a place we wouldn’t have thought of first, both not too far away and exotic enough, appealed to us: “Hmm, why not?”
This destination had never really attracted me, though Magali was a bit more interested. Five years earlier, COVID had caused a short break in my professional activity, and I had planned a trip because the flight price was attractive, and I was looking for a destination different from what usually appeals to me, more than out of deep interest. From a distance and with a social judgment I acknowledge (it’s not great, but it’s not completely wrong), I had the image of a destination for party-goers enjoying the sun without the slightest interest in local culture, with concrete coastlines and denatured landscapes—everything I detest the most. Still, I had done some quick research on the different islands and spotted Lanzarote for its beautiful volcanic landscapes, hiking trails, beaches, and the impression of a good balance between activity and fewer crowds than Tenerife or Gran Canaria. Then I dropped the idea of going, without ever reconsidering traveling to the Canaries...
Until now! Because we started researching the different islands of the archipelago to see which ones might appeal to us the most. It was La Gomera, the third smallest island of the archipelago, more praised for its hiking trails and preserved nature than for its beaches, away from mass tourism (fifty times fewer tourists than Tenerife) but still a bit more developed than its wild neighbor El Hierro, that caught our attention. Contrary to what might be suggested later, I’m not at all addicted to AI, but I use it from time to time to synthesize quick research or simply for experimentation. Since ChatGPT had started anticipating my tastes lately as if it had become my buddy (often successfully, sometimes off the mark), I asked which Canary Island would suit me best for a trip with my family. The tool answered first with... La Gomera. So, I tested it and teased it a bit to see if this suggestion was well-founded, as the method sometimes makes it contradict itself. But no luck: “You’d appreciate the wild nature of El Hierro, but with family, you’ll find little activity for the kids. You won’t like the touristy vibe of the big islands like Tenerife, Gran Canaria, Lanzarote, and Fuerteventura. You could consider La Palma, but it’s really La Gomera that will suit you best, based on your interests and the criteria given.” So, we dug deeper into our research and were convinced without a shadow of a doubt that this island was the one waiting for us.
Without knowing it, we had Canarians in our circle who revealed their origins when they heard about our travel plans. One from Tenerife insisted we’d be better off choosing Tenerife (obviously...) because it also has preserved spots and that La Gomera, “you can explore it in two or three days, you’ll get bored quickly...” The other, a colleague from Gran Canaria who had never visited La Gomera, still recommended it without hesitation because it turned out her parents had just gone there on vacation: they loved it and had encountered few tourists. She also tended to think this destination was usually the subject of short stays, but according to what her parents told her, taking your time there was also a great idea. However, in our research, the idea that La Gomera is an island you can explore in three or four days max kept coming up. So, we considered combining its visit with La Palma or El Hierro, the other two that caught our eye. But hopping between islands by ferry represents a significant budget for non-Canarians, even more so for a family of four. Then, scrutinizing Google Maps, it seemed obvious that two weeks were too short to discover two islands as they deserve, and that there seemed to be plenty to see in La Gomera, given its very unique culture. After all, we read that some people spend several months a year there, others never even leave... Finally, these landscapes and this atmosphere, which seemed to us a mix of Europe, North Africa, and Latin America, tempted us. So, it would be two weeks in La Gomera, deal!
La Gomera is therefore the second... well, the third smallest island of the Canaries since La Graciosa was recently recognized as a fully inhabited island. It has the shape of a rough circle about 20 to 25 kilometers in diameter and has just over 20,000 inhabitants, half of them in its capital, San Sebastián de la Gomera, the only real town. Like its Canarian sisters, La Gomera is a volcanic formation that rose about 10 million years ago. The island is very mountainous and rugged, covered with red and black rocky landscapes. Geological activity has shaped, between the sprawling massifs that end in steep cliffs in the ocean, six coastal valleys with tropical vegetation that have favored human settlement. They divide the island like slices of a cake; from the north clockwise: the agricultural Vallehermoso, the rustic Agulo, the green, humid, and fertile Hermigua, the sunny capital San Sebastián de la Gomera, the southern and isolated Alajeró-Santiago, and the seaside Valle Gran Rey. They constitute the six municipalities (more like cantons to our French understanding) of the territory.
The large solidified magma massifs that shape the heart of the island have created a large depression more protected from the sun at its center, allowing the growth of a vast laurel forest, today grouped within the Garajonay National Park, La Gomera’s green lung, which has earned it the status of a World Biosphere Reserve. Its completely European appearance contrasts sharply with the rocky and tropical landscapes of the rest of the island. Thus, the climate varies greatly from one point to another on the island: in summer, you can quickly go from a dry and sunny valley at 35°C to a humid forest area at altitude at 18°C.
La Gomera was populated late. As with the rest of the Canaries, human presence is thought to have begun about 2,000 years ago. Groups of animist Berbers, probably fleeing persecution, gradually populated the archipelago, especially the western islands and La Gomera, becoming its small aboriginal population: the Guanches (or later Gomeros). The animist and pastoral civilization of the Guanches thrived until the Spanish takeover in the 15th century, which, after a short period of harmony and mixing with the indigenous people, suddenly ended in bloodshed... La Gomera later became the “Columbus Island” after Christopher Columbus’s stopover, increasing the blending of populations. In the 20th century, many Gomeros emigrated to Cuba and other Latin American countries in search of a better life, bringing back a mix of cultures and traits quite palpable in today’s Gomeran culture. It is, however, in La Gomera that the vestiges of Guanche culture seem to have left the most traces, in the language, gastronomy, social practices... Moreover, most Gomeros, especially in remote villages, have a particular identifiable type and proudly claim their ancestral roots, even making La Gomera a bit exotic in the eyes of other Canarians.
Perhaps that’s why it has never really wanted to develop its tourist infrastructure too much. If we set aside the tourists who visit for the day by bus or boat from Tenerife on a marked itinerary (and whom we ultimately rarely encounter), La Gomera has remained a hidden gem, a destination focused on nature discovery that attracts hikers, nature-loving divers, and scientists for its fauna and flora, and to a lesser extent, beachgoers who don’t seek overly developed coastlines. Tourist activity is therefore limited. Roughly speaking, you’ll find a majority of Spaniards, including a substantial number of residents from other Canary Islands, many Germans who have a particular fondness for La Gomera and spend long stays there or own second homes, to the point that the German cultural footprint is clearly noticeable in some places (it’s said to be Angela Merkel’s favorite holiday spot), and still quite a few French. The presence of other nationalities seemed negligible to us. Most travelers come mainly for hiking, but it’s also a prime spot for whale watching. Additionally, the seaside resorts of La Gomera—San Sebastián, Santiago, and especially Valle Gran Rey—are well-known destinations for hippies, especially German ones, ranging from chic boho hippies to old-school hippies who’ve been there for decades, quite similar to those you’d meet in India in Goa, Rishikesh, or Paharganj. Thus, practices like naturism, vegetarianism, and local organic production are quite well established in some areas.
Some practical info:
- The round-trip flight from Paris to Tenerife cost us 365 € per person (outbound with Transavia, return with EasyJet), including checked luggage and three seats reserved side by side.
- We chose two bases to explore the island: one week in Valle Gran Rey, reputed to be the most pleasant of the three seaside resorts, and one week in Hermigua, more mountainous and close to the natural park. We booked two houses with balconies and views: the first at 120 € per night, the second at 99 €.
- The round-trip ferry between Tenerife and La Gomera cost us 270 € with the company Baleària Canarias, including discounts for children aged 4 and 12, but I don’t have the exact details. It was a bit cheaper than with the other company, Fred Olsen.
- Finally, we rented a car through the agency Cicar for 360 € for 16 days, which comes to 22.50 € per day.
- Apart from that, we didn’t plan anything and decided the day before or even the morning of what we wanted to do. We didn’t invest in any paper guide on the Canaries, as information on La Gomera was scarce, but we used the very comprehensive site La Gomera Travel, a travel guide published by the Canary Islands Tourism Council, a real goldmine of almost exhaustive information on the island.
Alright, off we go for 16 days of adventure discovering La Gomera!
If you're looking for great tips and offbeat spots, if you love exploring uncharted parts of a country, if the exotic is your adrenaline, then move along!
Our 15 days in early May in this part of Turkey (a country I first discovered during a city trip to Istanbul in 2017) will only tread well-worn paths and revisit popular routes. Simply because I kept hoping until the very end that our flight to Jordan wouldn’t be canceled. Events in the Gulf proved me wrong, so we left with:
Zero preparation.
Not a single hotel booked (well, except the first one), no visits planned, just a flight ticket bought three weeks earlier. No guidebook, no app—just the desire to explore southern Turkey and Cappadocia, whose images and the chance to stretch our legs had caught my eye.
Oh, wait—I did bring along a new guide: Gemini! Yes, my friends, generative AI was my chief advisor throughout the trip for sites to visit, accommodations, routes, and even restaurants! An experiment I wanted to try to form my own opinion on using this new technology. And what better way to test it than a Turkish getaway?
The verdict? You’ll have to wait for the trip recap to find out!
The main idea of the trip is also relaxation.
So, the plan is Antalya for a few days, the Turkish Riviera for a few more, Cappadocia as the highlight, and a return via Antalya to wrap up the trip. And it was all planned by AI!
So, if you're ready, fasten your seatbelts—cabin crew, doors to automatic and cross check—boarding for Turkey now!
It often happens that we're asked what to visit in Belgium.
And the answers usually point to Bruges, Ghent, Antwerp, and Brussels—and rightly so, as these cities are well worth visiting ;).
However, Belgium, though small, isn’t just limited to these four cities.
I live in one of them (Brussels), enjoy spending time in the other three, but I’d like to highlight some lesser-known spots that could add to the trip for those who want to see a bit more or something different.
Between trips, I like exploring one or two corners of the country where I live.
Hence the idea for a travel journal of walks.
Most of the places I’ll talk about can be visited as a day trip from Brussels, whether by public transport or car.
In chronological order of the topics covered:
- The Gileppe Dam (Liège province) - message 2, page 1
- The Domaine de La Hulpe (Walloon Brabant) - message 3, page 1
- Mechelen (Antwerp province) - message 4, page 1
- The coast - message 5, page 1
- The Westhoek, from De Panne - message 6, page 1
- The Zwin, from Knokke - message 7, page 1
- Lier (between Mechelen and Antwerp) - message 8, page 1
- Mons (Hainaut) - message 9, page 1
- The Florenville region - message 12, page 1
- The East Cantons - message 13, page 1
- Dinant - message 18, page 1
- The Japanese garden in Hasselt - message 24, page 2
- Leuven - message 29, page 2
- Louvain-la-Neuve - message 32, page 2
- Ostend - message 42 (page 3) and message 166 (page 9)
- The floralies of Groot-Bijgaarden - message 43, page 3
- Halle Forest - message 44, page 3
- Pralines - message 54, page 3
- Charleroi - message 68, page 4
- Namur - message 92, page 5
- Le Bois du Cazier (Marcinelle) - message 95, page 5
- Couques and gosettes - message 96, page 5
- Liège - message 99, page 5
- Tournai - message 115, page 6
- Oudenaarde - message 121, page 7
- Meise Botanical Garden - message 124, page 7
- Tongeren - message 125, page 7
- Beersel Castle (Flemish Brabant) - message 126, page 7
- Brussels in lockdown (messages 150 and 154, page 8)
- Notre-Dame à la Rose Hospital in Lessines (messages 161 and 162, page 9)
- Westende (message 167, page 9)
I’ll keep updating this list as the journal progresses...
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...
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.
I’d been wanting to discover Sulawesi for years. But then life happened—COVID, the cost of flight tickets, you name it. Long story short, years went by, but we finally set off as a family for a three-week trip in southern Sulawesi: Rammang Rammang, Rantepao, Sengkang, Bira, and Selayar.
I like to spend a good amount of time in the places I visit, giving myself the chance to really get to know the area and meet locals. So no island-hopping this time—just the south. But when I say "just," it’s not restrictive at all, given how rich this island is in landscapes, little encounters, and magical moments.
Wednesday 07/08 - Thursday 07/09:
We left Montpellier for what was supposed to be five flights, though we only took four to start, landing in Jakarta.
We picked up our luggage there to catch a flight to Makassar the next day. That’s the only way we could get an affordable ticket (702 €).
I won’t bore you with the flight details—there’s not much to say. We arrived at 7 PM and considered heading straight to Makassar that evening. But we opted for a recovery night before taking off again. Good thing we did, because my son’s suitcase was missing...
First contact with the locals was a bit stressful—a trip without your luggage isn’t exactly fun. But right away, a woman reassured us: the suitcase was just enjoying some extra time in Singapore. Maybe it was doing some last-minute shopping. Anyway, nothing serious—it was supposed to arrive at 9 AM the next day. That gave us some breathing room since our flight wasn’t until noon.
So off we went to our hotel (Days Hotel & Suites) near the airport. It was cheap (40 € for three rooms—my kids are older and need their space), but it wasn’t worth much more. The place had definitely seen better days. But no big deal—we were only there for the night, and... we got to watch France beat Morocco in the World Cup live at 3 AM. That’s what really mattered!
Friday 07/10: In search of the lost suitcase
First challenge of the morning: finding our missing suitcase. They sent us to the airport basement, to the staff entrance. We were greeted with smiles, and an airport employee led me through the underground corridors back to the baggage claim. Right on time at 9 AM, the suitcase arrived, just like they’d promised. We were finally complete!
Off we went to change terminals, grab a well-deserved meal, and board our fifth flight to Makassar.
Little side note: I struggled for a while trying to book domestic flights directly on the airlines’ websites with no luck. Without meaning to advertise (though I guess I am a little), I realized it’d be easier to use sites like tiket.com or Traveloka. That turned out to be a great choice—I even ended up booking hotels through them later in the trip.
12:40 PM: We were on our way to Makassar. First good news: we were the only tourists. Well, the only European tourists on the flight, anyway.
No, you’re not dreaming—the bag is full of... potato chip packets.
To each their own souvenirs, I guess...
When we arrived in Makassar, a driver was waiting to take us straight to Rammang Rammang: 250,000 IDR (12 €) to our guesthouse (Rammang Rammang House). Forget about meeting people on the bus—we were headed straight to the first stop of our trip, and it was already stunning.
My kids’ guesthouse:
Ours:
View of the little lake:
But not everything is straightforward around here.
I wanted to get a local SIM card for internet and calls. I found them expensive at Jakarta’s airport (20 € for 20 GB), so I decided to wait. Well, no luck in Rammang Rammang either. You can’t just buy one from the local shop—you need a Telkomsat store (they have the best coverage). So we’d have to wait for Rantepao to get Wi-Fi... When I say "local shop," I mean the little shack around the corner. No big deal—we’d find one easily in Rantepao for 5 € and 25 GB. So there we were, offline, just the four of us enjoying the amazing view.
Saturday 07/11: Rammang Rammang
We woke up early to the sound of wedding music blasting through the village (everyone’s invited!). Off we went to explore the area.
A little walking, a little boat ride (shared with a French tourist and a Polish one—yes, there *are* tourists here, just not many; 750,000 IDR for up to 8 people) through a lovely canal, and we discovered the karst site. It was peaceful and beautiful.
The river:
The karst site:
Okay, Palermo—we know it. We go there to marvel at the architectural wonders born from the Arab-Norman-Byzantine-Gothic mix. And rightly so. We also go to treat our taste buds to all kinds of delights, both savory and sweet. Again, rightly so. We go to succumb to the charms of Palermo’s women, their sun-kissed skin glowing with golden highlights. Still, rightly so. And all while fantasizing about a mafia we’ll never actually see. Anyway.
But you’ll also find street art everywhere, even in the historic center. Sometimes, you just need to step a few meters away from the main tourist highways like Cassaro, Via Maqueda, or the main arteries of the Ballarò, Capo, or Vucciria markets to stumble upon some amazing murals. Duck into one or two slightly grimy alleys, weaving past trash and crumbling walls, and you’ll find real gems.
For example, just 50 meters south of the main artery of the Mercato del Capo, there’s a great spot with dozens of murals in a tiny neighborhood of run-down mini-houses. You’ll find plenty more south of the Mercato di Ballarò, in the Albergheria (the grittier side, not the one near Cassaro). There’s some in Ballarò itself too, but it’s hard to spot when the market’s in full swing with stalls everywhere. La Kalsa isn’t left out either, nor is Vucciria—just step away from the restaurant-packed streets.
Here are a few examples that really caught my eye.
(In the heart of Albergheria, on a street every visitor walks down—lovely message from an unidentified artist)
We 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).
La Pagode Swedagon à Yangon
On the right, the "welcome marker"—those dates offered everywhere as a sign of hospitality. On the left, a tribute to those stunning doors worn by time, admired all over the old quarters, including the abandoned ones.
Hospitality will often lead you to accept a small coffee, an "Omani coffee," very light, subtly flavored with cardamom, maybe a touch of saffron, and occasionally rosewater.
Here, I’ve depicted a man in the common everyday attire of Omanis: the dishdasha, mostly white (during the week and daytime; colors are more common in the evening or on Fridays and Saturdays). While you’ll see some men dressed in Western clothes, they’re very few. The white dishdasha is truly the shared attire of all men. The dishdasha, which has no hood, is distinguished by a small pom-pom attached to the collar, the furakha, which is soaked in perfume. And believe me, Omanis go overboard with it! "It smells like the pom-pom" is an expression that’s now part of our shared language, my husband and I.
Another must of men’s attire is the kuma, a small round head covering, usually white with brightly colored patterns. The keffiyeh is also worn (but without the cord called an agal in Arab countries), and it’s mostly worn by those with roots in the desert, from what I understood.
And what about the women, you might ask? Some are veiled, some in full black (but not a burka—more like a chador + abaya), due to the influence of Saudi Arabia and the United Arab Emirates, whereas the traditional outfit used to be a layering of very colorful dresses. Most of the women we saw wore neutral clothing, a plain veil over their hair, but with their faces uncovered. We also saw many saris and colorful veils—don’t forget that 40% of the population consists of Indian, Nepalese, and Bangladeshi immigrants, who work a lot in tourism, hospitality, restaurants, services, and construction.
Just to clarify, as a tourist, there’s no pressure to wear a veil, and never any disapproving looks. Of course, you’ll save the mini shorts, plunging necklines, bare shoulders, and midriffs for the hotel terrace—but I’d say that’s the same for men and women, and with the sun being strong, it’s better for your skin too.
Here’s the introduction! In the next post, I’ll tell you about my itinerary, and we can dive in!
Come along, I'm taking you to this country where it's so nice to wander and slow down...
I’m inviting you on a stroll through my drawings—a completely subjective, far from exhaustive, and totally personal take, since it’s based on my own sketches. I put this travel journal together after returning in late 2024, mostly using felt-tip pens and pencils, with a few collages thrown in. I worked from our personal photos.
And in Kyoto, Nishiki Market:
Roundabouts are particularly interesting because they feature emblems of Turkmen culture, like the dog, a carpet, the Ahal Teke horse, or Muslim symbols, even though the presence of Islamic artifacts is quite limited.
Last October, we landed in Marrakech to spend a few days with family exploring Morocco’s roads.
Transport: a rented Dacia.
Accommodations: small guesthouses.
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.
A little sneak peek?
The karst site:
(In the heart of Albergheria, on a street every visitor walks down—lovely message from an unidentified artist)
Laundry and trucks washed in the same stream.
We’re greeted dozens of times with “Hello Mister”—a daily routine in the Moluccas. Every time we stop, we pose for photos to be saved on locals’ smartphones. They don’t see tourists often.
