L'Albanie par la route, avec un peu de Macédoine et de Grèce
by Yan55
This discussion is in French, the community’s main language.
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Nous étions déjà venus dans les Balkans en 2008 mais sans visiter l'Albanie, ce sera donc le but de notre voyage cet automne. Depuis ce voyage, il y a dix ans, le tourisme a explosé dans ces pays, ce qui ne se fait pas sans détérioration de l'environnement, hélas, surtout le long des côtes...
Après la traversée des Balkans, nous parcourrons l'Albanie du nord-ouest vers l'est, avec une petite incursion en Macédoine, puis descendrons en Grèce du nord avec un séjour sur l'île de Lefkada puis nous remonterons vers les gorges du Vikos, avant de repasser en Albanie où nous suivrons la côte, visiterons Berat, et reviendrons à Shkoder pour refaire la route en sens inverse (Montenegro, Croatie, Slovénie) et une halte à Venise avant de rentrer chez nous... le tout en un mois et demi, environ (du 10/09 au 18/10/2018)
La route jusqu'en Albanie :Le 10 et le 11/09/2018 : Traversée de la France (nous partons de l'ouest, région nantaise)
Le 12/09 : nous passons le col du Petit St Bernard puis c'est la descente vers la vallée d'Aoste. En Italie, nous prenons l'autoroute. Ce sera une très longue journée assez stressante du fait de la quantité incroyable de camions de toutes nationalités qui empruntent cette autoroute (nous en avions déjà fait l'expérience plusieurs fois, traverser l'Italie du nord, c'est coton ). 3ème étape près de Trieste, à Monfalcone, le long d'un petit port : Marina Nova. Endroit bien tranquille et balade le long de la plage qui nous permet de décompresser après toute cette route... et ce n'est pas fini!
Jeudi 13/09/2018 : Nous entrons en Slovénie. Il n'y a pas de péage pour aller de Kosina à Pasjak, à la frontière croate. Ce n'est pas une autoroute. La Slovénie est vite traversée et nous voilà en Croatie. Nous suivons la côte : Rijeka, Kraljevica, Novi Vinodolski. La côte est très urbanisée, aménagée à outrance... difficile de se garer par là... nous trouvons un petit coin sauvage pour déjeuner sur les falaises. Notre premier bain de mer depuis le départ. C'est bien agréable, la mer est toujours aussi transparente que quand nous étions venus en Croatie il y a dix ans déjà! Nous décidons de passer par la montagne en prenant une route qui monte en lacets jusqu'à Ottoçac, petite ville tranquille où nous changeons quelques euros à la banque (très bon taux, pas de commission), histoire d'avoir quelques kunas sur nous au cas où. La route traverse des villages où l'on peut encore voir des traces de la guerre qui est pourtant finie depuis vingt ans. On voit bien que tout est misé sur le tourisme, côte hyper moderne et construite, arrière-pays laissé à l'abandon, et ça, nous le verrons dans tous les pays des Balkans... Nous passons la nuit dans la montagne dans un cadre magnifique, mais il ne faut pas s'aventurer dans les bois environnants, il y reste des mines, comme l'indiquent les panneaux ornés d'une tête de mort.
Vendredi 14/09 : Il nous reste 11kms de piste caillouteuse à emprunter pour descendre de l'autre côté de la montagne et atteindre la route qui mène à la côte en passant par Knin, puis Sinj. Nous passons près du grand lac Perucko. La route serpente dans un paysage de collines et maquis jusqu'à Makarska où nous prenons la route de côte jusqu'à Dubrovnik où nous arrivons vers 17h30 (après avoir traversé la petite partie du littoral bosniaque et donc passage de frontières à chaque bout!). Ici, c'est évidemment très touristique et très développé : beaucoup d'immeubles et centres commerciaux, grosse circulation à cette heure. Nous allons au camping Kupari à 11kms de Dubrovnik où nous étions déjà venus il y a dix ans. Il n'a pas changé! Il est très agréablement situé dans un parc arboré, un peu sauvage et assez vaste pour que l'on ne soit pas les uns sur les autres contrairement à un autre camping que nous avions vus non loin où les gens étaient serrés comme des sardines dans un petit espace sans ombre... De plus il n'est pas cher : 18€ pour 2 et le fourgon. La plage est de l'autre côté de la route mais il y a un passage souterrain pour la traverser. Ce qui nous étonne beaucoup, c'est que le grand ensemble d'immeubles et de salles de réception situé autour de cette petite plage, dans un grand parc, est resté dans le même état d'abandon comme nous l'avions découvert en 2008. Ce complexe touristique réservé aux membres du gouvernement et de l'armée au temps de Tito, a été bombardé en 1991 et depuis la fin de la guerre, il est resté propriété de l'état qui n'a pas trouvé preneur pour le reconstruire et, depuis, le temps continue son oeuvre... Etrange, dans c'est endroit hyper-touristique, à proximité de Dubrovnik de trouver encore des bâtiments dans cet état alors que le potentiel est énorme... en attendant, il est accessible à tous, ce qui permet d'accéder à la plage et de s'y prélasser dans l'atmosphère un peu particulière de fin d'une époque !
Samedi 15/09/2018 : Passage de la frontière avec le Montenegro, puis nous prenons la belle route qui longe les bouches de Kotor. Par ici, c'est hyper-touristique, beaucoup plus qu'il y a dix ans. Beaucoup de circulation, des cars de touristes qui débarquent des groupes... l'horreur ! La côte est très bétonnée... nous quittons le bord de mer pour le lac Skadar et faisons une petite halte pour revoir le petit bourg de Virpazar que nous avions beaucoup aimé en 2008 et qui s'était révélé si tranquille à l'époque... mais là, horreur : une circulation énorme dans ce petit village, des véhicules garés partout, un monde de fou (nous sommes samedi, ceci explique peut-être cela). Nous sommes bien déçus, décidément...
Nous arrivons à la frontière albanaise à Hani i Hotit, après avoir traversé des endroits très très moches : entrepôts de matériaux, bâtiments construits n'importe où et n'importe comment), nous passons la frontière en 30mn et gagnons le bord du lac Skadar où nous trouvons un très joli endroit au bout d'un chemin où se trouve un camping. Nous sommes en pleine nature, face au lac où nous nous baignons et assistons au superbe coucher de soleil...
Anne
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Albanie : la région de Shkodër, Valbona et lac Koman :
Dimanche 16/09/2018 : Après la nuit très tranquille dans ce bel endroit environné d'oiseaux, nous partons pour la grande ville du coin, Shkodër (ou Shkodra). Il y a pas mal de monde dans les rues ce dimanche matin et beaucoup de circulation. Les albanais se garent n'importe comment, en deuxième et même troisième file. Heureusement que les avenues sont larges ! Nous avons la chance de réussir à nous garer dans une rue du centre.Près de là, une petite boutique de téléphonie fait aussi le change de monnaie et, malgré que nous soyons dimanche, elle est ouverte. Nous pouvons ainsi obtenir des leks à un bon taux et acheter une carte SIM 4G (15€ pour un mois)... 1€ = environ 125 leksLes commerces les plus répandus en Albanie sont les stations de lavage auto et les cafés ! Aux terrasses, pratiquement que des hommes. On a l'impression qu'ils restent là toute la journée devant un verre de raki et un café... Après avoir dégusté un petit café en bordure de rue où nous pouvons apprécier le trafic urbain, nous nous rendons à la citadelle. Difficile de se garer à proximité. Entrée : 200leks par pers. La visite n'est pas extraordinaire car il ne reste pas grand-chose à l'intérieur des remparts si ce n'est la belle vue sur la ville et la Mosquée de Plomb à ses pieds... des couples de mariés viennent s'y faire prendre en photo... Nous reviendrons à Shkodër à la fin du voyage... pour l'heure, nous prenons la route pour Fierze, dans la montagne, vers le nord. La route qui y grimpe semble interminable. Elle est relativement en bon état mais très étroite et ne comporte QUE des virages ! Il faut des heures pour couvrir peu de kms, nous sommes partis en début d'après-midi, nous n'atteindrons pas Fierze ce soir... nous cherchons un endroit où faire halte pour la nuit et, tout à coup, nous apercevons un bâtiment construit sur une colline avec un grand espace derrière. On dirait une école mais on se demande ce qu'elle ferait là en pleine nature sans rien d'autre que la montagne autour. Nous nous garons derrière et nous allons voir, la porte est ouverte et bientôt nous nous trouvons dans des salles de classe ou deux institutrices sont en train de faire le ménage car elles nous font comprendre que demain, ce sera la rentrée des classes... elles ne parlent pas très bien anglais et c'est un peu difficile de se comprendre mais elles sont ravies de notre visite et nous montrent les classes et les affiches de sciences nat, de géométrie, etc...vraiment sympa comme rencontre. Elles nous disent habiter le hameau en contre-bas que l'on n'aperçoit pas du tout de la route, il se nomme Mezi. Il y a plein de villages partout mais la route n'y passe pas, pour les atteindre, il faut emprunter des pistes caillouteuses qui descendent ou grimpent à pic dans le flanc des montagnes...ce ne doit pas être facile de circuler par là l'hiver quand il y a de la neige.
Lundi 17/09 : Le matin, quelques élèves arrivent et s'aventurent jusqu'au fourgon pour nous poser quelques questions en anglais ! une jeune fille nous dit :"beautifull Albania" en ouvrant les bras vers la montagne!... et c'est vrai que par ici, le paysage est magnifique...
Nous reprenons la route de montagne toujours aussi dangereuse et sinueuse. Heureusement qu'il n'y a pas des masses de circulation, c'est le moins que l'on puisse dire ! Nous arrivons au grand barrage puis à Fierze, petite bourgade aux maisons dispersées. Nous allons à l'embarcadère du ferry afin de réserver notre place pour faire la traversée du lac Koman, demain. Là se trouve un petit parking et un café où un jeune garçon nous propose de nous vendre un billet, soit 5€/pers + 5€ par mètre carré du véhicule, ce qui revient à 60€ pour nous. C'est le prix dont nous avions eu connaissance, pas d'arnaque, marché conclu...et à demain...
Pour l'instant, nous prenons la route jusqu'à Barjam Curi, bourg assez important avec une rue commerçante très animée où nous faisons quelques courses, puis nous continuons jusqu'à Valbone. La route est bien meilleure que celle que nous avons empruntée hier, elle suit la rivière Valbona. Le village de Valbone s'étale tout en longueur jusqu'au bout de la route goudronnée. A cet endroit commence le chemin qui monte à Theth. En fait, Valbone n'est pas vraiment un village, il n'y a aucun commerce, ce n'est qu'une succession de guest-houses avec de petits terrains de camping dans leurs jardins. Il y a ici énormément de jeunes allemands qui viennent faire de la randonnée... je n'aurais jamais cru qu'il y aurait autant de monde par ici ! c'est une région en plein développement, des travaux de nouvelles routes sont en cours et des hôtels assez luxueux commencent à émerger... Pour notre part, après avoir trouvé le départ du chemin qui longe la rivière, nous partons en balade à pied jusqu'au petit lac Liqeni i Xhemej, presque à sec en cette saison, où nous pique-niquons tranquillement. Nous sommes tout seuls, à part quelques vaches et... un renard qui vient boire dans le lac en nous tenant à l'oeil. Il n'a pas l'air farouche, mais il n'a pas l'air en très bonne santé non plus... nous continuons la balade en longeant le lit de la rivière... jolie promenade. Quand le soir descend, il fait froid malgré la chaleur de la journée, nous sommes en altitude. Pour la nuit, nous nous garons dans un renfoncement entouré de sapins au bord d'un grand pierrier... ce n'est pas la place qui manque ici...
Anne
Mes récits de voyages : www.unendroitoualler.fr
Mardi 18/09/2018 : Avant de quitter Valbona, nous cherchons un endroit où trouver de l'eau pour remplir notre réserve d'eau potable (nous sommes en fourgon aménagé)... après s'être renseignés auprès de jeunes allemands (l'Albanie est remplie d'allemands) qui se brossaient les dents près de leur voiture, nous allons demander à un gars qui travaille dans le resto/hôtel qui occupe une place importante au bout de la route goudronnée. Très gentiment, il sort dans le jardin et nous amène un gros tuyau sans embout... il va sans dire que ça éclabousse! on y arrive quand même et quand nous voulons le payer, il refuse... c'est vrai qu'ici, il y a de l'eau qui coule de sources partout, il y a même une cascade sur le côté du jardin...
Nous nous rendons à l'embarcadère de Fierze. Il y a déjà quelques véhicules, dont deux avec des caravanes, qui attendent là. Le ferry arrive vers 11h30 mais il faudra attendre un bon bout de temps avant de pouvoir embarquer... La manoeuvre se fait en marche arrière. Sur ce tout petit bac nommé "Berisha", il faut bien serrer les véhicules les uns contre les autres pour tous les caser mais les gars qui s'occupent de l'embarquement sont des as, tout va rentrer. Il y aura même une voiture sur la plate-forme de débarquement relevée ! Il y a aussi énormément de gens à pied qui arrivent, amenés par des bus, depuis leurs hôtels. Ce ne sont que des touristes, allemands en grande majorité, mais aussi des russes, anglais, slovaques, tchèques, quelques français et même un groupe d'indonésien(nes) qui passeront tout le trajet à faire des selfies sur le pont... là encore, je ne m'attendais pas à ce qu'il y ait autant de touristes ici, surtout en cette saison mais, apparemment, cette traversée du lac Koman fait partie des circuits touristiques. Il faut dire que le paysage est magnifique, parfois on se croirait dans un fjord norvégien...La traversée dure 2h30 et ça vaut le coup...
Une fois arrivés à Koman, le débarquement prend beaucoup de temps. Le débarcadère est minuscule et, ensuite il faut emprunter un tunnel étroit qui débouche sur une route complétement pourrie jusqu'à Quyrsac. Difficile d'imaginer une route avec autant de trous dans un lieu si fréquenté par un tas de touristes !
Heureusement, après Quyrsac, nous suivons une belle route jusqu'à Chengjin, au bord de la mer. La route qui longe la côte est en excellent état, bien sûr ! ici aussi, comme dans le reste des Balkans, tout le développement est en priorité porté sur le tourisme balnéaire...la mafia y serait-elle pour quelque-chose ?
Nous nous garons pour la nuit dans la pinède au bord de la très longue plage, plutôt sale et très bétonnée. Nous ne nous baignerons pas là, il paraît que c'est pollué...
Anne
Mes récits de voyages : www.unendroitoualler.fr
-Krujë, Elbasan :
Mercredi 19/09/2018 : Nous prenons la route vers Krujë mais le GPS, au lieu de nous faire prendre les grands axes, nous entraîne sur une piste caillouteuse de plus en plus défoncée. Au bout de quelques kms, nous faisons demi-tour. Un monsieur bien aimable nous indique la bonne route...et nous arrivons enfin à Krujë, ville construite sur les flancs d'une colline et donc aux rues étroites et escarpées. La citadelle, comme il se doit, se trouve au sommet et, pour l'atteindre, il faut traverser le centre-ville plutôt encombré à cette heure. Nous nous heurtons à une rue en travaux, barrée mais comme aucun panneau ne l'indiquait, il faut faire reculer tous les véhicules qui s'y étaient engagés pour pouvoir faire demi-tour. Quel bazar ! arrivés aux abords de la citadelle, il faut trouver une place dans un des petits parkings privés et payants, ce qui n'est encore pas une mince affaire car il y a là beaucoup de bus de tourisme et de véhicules en tous genres... Il est 11h30 et il fait très chaud...enfin, nous nous promenons dans les vieilles ruelles de la citadelle jusqu'au joli "tekké Dollma", lieu de culte bektachi (un ordre religieux dérivé du soufisme) renfermant des tombeaux, puis visite du Musée Ethnographique situé dans une belle maison ottomane. Visite intéressante. Après un petit tour dans le vieux bazar, nous allons déjeuner dans un des nombreux restaurants qui bordent les vieux murs de la citadelle. Pas terrible, cuisine médiocre, portion congrue et service pas sympa... Krujë est une ville touristique, ça se sent...
Nous reprenons la route, en direction de Tirana. Nous traversons les faubourgs de la capitale et empruntons la belle route vers Elbasan, bien indiqué. Mais bientôt, la route est barrée. Il faut tourner à gauche, des voitures font demi-tour, d'autres se retrouvent en travers de la route, ce qui crée un énorme embouteillage ou chacun veut avancer le premier sans s'occuper de bloquer ou non la circulation. Les albanais conduisent vraiment comme des idiots et, parmi tout ça, des policiers complètement incompétents et débordés par la situation qui ne gèrent rien du tout !
Enfin, nous réussissons à passer et nous arrivons à Elbasan où nous ne nous arrêtons pas (nous reviendrons demain mais, ça, nous ne l'avions pas prévu)... nous voulons continuer la route vers le lac d'Orhid mais, avant, nous suivons les conseils du "Petit Futé" et décidons d'aller voir l'église St Nicolas de Shelcan, à qui le guide accorde 3 étoiles et dit qu'elle renferme des fresques réalisées par Onufri, le grand peintre albanais du XVIème, célèbre pour ses icônes colorées. Dans le guide, il est mentionné que cette église se trouve à 12kms d'Elbasan mais ce qu'il ne mentionne pas, c'est que le hameau de Shelcan est d'abord difficile à trouver (nous avons demandé à une multitude de gens tout le long de la route) mais, surtout, très difficile d'accès. Une piste caillouteuse, défoncée, étroite, grimpe raide jusqu'au hameau qui ressemble plus à un groupe de fermes qu'un village. Nous avons le malheur de nous engager là avec le fourgon... nous nous garons dans une étroite entrée de chemin et arrivons devant la minuscule église qui semble fermée. Heureusement, un petit monsieur, dès qu'il nous aperçoit, vient nous ouvrir et nous fait visiter en détails cette jolie église qui renferme, il est vrai, de bien belles fresques... ce petit monsieur très aimable nous prend quand même 500leks pour la visite...! Au moment de partir, impossible de sortir le fourgon du recoin où il était garé et nous abimons la porte coulissante contre un piquet de clôture...On s'en souviendra de la petite église de Shelcan et des bons plans du Petit Futé !!! Avec tout ça, il est trop tard pour continuer, nous faisons demi-tour vers Elbasan et nous trouvons un coin en bordure de cette petite route pour y passer la nuit. Nous surplombons la campagne alentour, paysage bucolique de fermes et champs cultivés... une journée bien galère quand même !
Jeudi 20/09 : Comme nous devons repasser par Elbasan, autant s'y arrêter pour visiter la citadelle. Celle-ci ne se trouve pas sur le sommet d'une colline mais dans la ville elle-même. Elle ne présente pas beaucoup d'intérêt. Nous y voyons la mosquée du Roi, l'église, la tour de l'horloge mais tous ces bâtiments sont fermés. Pas beaucoup de vieilles maisons, beaucoup de constructions modernes moches et pour la plupart, comme toujours, pas terminées... Pas beaucoup d'intérêt donc pour les constructions mais des gens très gentils qui ont envie de nous parler, intrigués de voir des visiteurs dans cette ville peu fréquentée par les touristes... c'est ça le plus intéressant, finalement et c'est ce que nous aimons dans les voyages...
Nous reprenons la route vers le lac d'Orhid et, en cours de route, nous faisons halte à un grand marché de campagne où il fait bon flâner devant les étals, faire quelques achats de fruits et légumes et observer les gens. Un moment bien agréable loin des lieux envahis par les touristes.
Anne
Mes récits de voyages : www.unendroitoualler.fr
Merci à tous pour vos encouragements à poursuivre mon récit... voici la suite :
-Lac d'Orhid et petite incursion en Macédoine :
La route se poursuit sans problème jusqu'au lac d'Orhid, qui serait le lac le plus profond des Balkans et l'un des plus vieux du monde. Il est partagé entre l'Albanie et la Macédoine (devenue depuis peu "Macédoine du Nord")... Nous arrivons à ce qui est l'extrémité nord de la partie albanaise du lac, au petit village de Lin. Nous nous garons à l'entrée du village, devant un restaurant, et nous promenons jusqu'au bout de la rue qui s'adosse à la falaise et longe la rive...elle est bordée de jolies maisons en pierres sur lesquelles grimpent les treilles, beaucoup de petits jardins luxuriants : figuiers, pêchers, tomates, piments, etc... les gens sont assis devant leurs portes et nous saluent. Nous sommes pratiquement les seuls touristes, ça fait du bien ! Par un chemin qui grimpe dans la falaise derrière les maisons, nous montons jusqu'aux ruines de la cathédrale paléochrétienne où l'on peut admirer un pavement en mosaïque bien conservé, ce qui fait la renommée du lieu. Il fait très chaud là-haut, le soleil tape... nous redescendons au bord du lac et allons déjeuner dans le restaurant devant lequel nous sommes garés. Il a une agréable terrasse sur pilotis où nous dégustons le célèbre poisson du lac, le koran (sa chair ressemble un peu à du saumon) avec des frites maison. C'était bon, pas cher du tout et très sympa...
Nous partons pour Pogradec, au sud ... les bords du lac sont très aménagés (c'est à Lin que nous avons trouvé le plus d'authenticité), la route suit la rive, il y a pas mal de campings tout le long mais souvent, ils se trouvent en contre-bas de la route, ce qui doit être bruyant car il y a quand même de la circulation... nous dépassons la ville et, à l'extrémité du lac, un peu avant le parc de Dilon, nous nous installons dans un petit camping très plaisant, pas cher (12,50€ pour nous deux + le fourgon) et tranquille : les emplacements sont éloignés de la route, ils se situent dans le jardin derrière le restaurant, c'est le "camping Arbi". Une petite plage privée avec chaises longues est mise à notre disposition de l'autre côté de la route. Nous finissons là l'après-midi : bain dans le lac en compagnie des cygnes et farniente au soleil... endroit bien agréable...
Vendredi 21/09/2018 : La frontière macédonienne est toute proche. Nous passons la frontière au sud du lac et remontons jusqu'à la ville d'Orhid, classée par l'Unesco. C'est une ville plutôt chic, c'est un peu la Côte d'Azur macédonienne ici et il est plutôt difficile de trouver à se garer. Tous les stationnements sont payants et pleins. Nous trouvons enfin une place libre après avoir fait plusieurs tours dans la circulation assez intense (et nous ne sommes qu'un vendredi de septembre, ça doit être pire le week-end)... mais voilà qu'un nouveau problème s'offre à nous : comment payer? il n'y a pas de parcmètres mais des panneaux indiquant une procédure à faire à partir de son téléphone portable... nous voilà bien perplexes ... heureusement, voilà un gars qui fait payer les places en liquide ! et qui veut bien accepter les euros (car nous n'avons pas de dirhams macédoniens, bien sûr). C'est 1€ l'heure, nous payons pour 4 heures et nous partons à la découverte de la vieille ville en grimpant les escaliers et suivant les ruelles pavées le long de la colline jusqu'au sommet de laquelle se trouve la citadelle. En chemin, nous passons devant la grande maison de la famille Robev, à l'architecture traditionnelle, puis arrivons à l'église Ste Sophie dont les fresques avaient été recouvertes quand elle avait été transformée en mosquée... nous continuons jusqu'à l'église de Ste Marie Peribleptos qui renferme de très belles fresques. Dans tous les monuments, les prix d'entrée sont en dirhams et en euros (c'est une ville très touristique)... Nous arrivons enfin à la forteresse (ouf, ça grimpe et il fait chaud !) dont on peut faire le tour des remparts et admirer la vue sur la ville et le lac... En redescendant, nous visitons encore le site archéologique de Plaosnik et l'église St Panteleimon. Revenus au bord du lac, nous déjeunons d'une bonne pizza sur une terrasse installée entre les murs de pierre de la cour d'un église, un joli endroit (dans les restaurants, on peut payer en euros)... nous retrouvons notre fourgon et, avant de quitter Orhid, nous faisons le plein à la station placée sur une sorte de rond-point à l'entrée de la ville qui accepte les paiements en carte bancaire. L'essence est beaucoup moins chère en Macédoine.
Nous retournons vers le sud du lac, jusqu'au Monastère de St Naum. L'entrée sur le parking est payante (gratuite à partir de 18h) .Il n'est que 16h, nous payons donc 2,50€ et le gars nous dit que l'on peut y rester tant que l'on veut, et même y passer la nuit... nous nous garons donc dans un vaste espace herbu entouré d'arbres derrière le parking en dur et nous partons nous promener dans cet immense domaine composé d'hôtels, restaurants, plage, boutiques de souvenirs, etc... étonnant pour un monastère. Il y a pas mal de visiteurs. Nous passons le reste de l'après-midi au soleil à la plage et en fin de journée, nous faisons un tour dans le monastère entouré d'un beau jardin peuplé de paons.
Samedi 22/09 : La nuit a été bien calme... nous allons faire une belle balade à pied autour du monastère : la boucle passe par trois petites églises et longe les sources du lac (certains font ce tour en barque). Jolie promenade dans la nature. La deuxième église, appelée "Holly Mother", a, en son milieu, un trou circulaire où passe une des sources du lac... plus loin, nous arrivons à la chapelle Ste Anastase (très jolie) où le gardien nous ouvre la porte et quand nous lui demandons si elle est encore en activité, il nous annonce qu'il va y avoir un baptême à 11h...nous finissons la boucle en longeant des vergers et nous retrouvons le parking du Monastère... retour en Albanie...
Anne
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- Les sources thermales et le canyon du Lengarice, Permet et Girokaster :
Une fois revenus en Albanie, nous prenons la route de Korshë que nous ne ferons que contourner car nous voulons arriver à Permet cet après-midi et la route promet d'être longue. Après la halte déjeuner un peu après Erseke, près d'une ferme, nous prenons la route de montagne vers Permet. Nous avons rarement vu une route aussi défoncée, pleine de virages et de grands trous et ceci sur des kms et des kms... je demande à Yannick "mais pourquoi ne prenons-nous pas la route nationale ?", il me répond :" mais nous sommes sur la route nationale, il n'y en a pas d'autre"... si la route est affreuse, le paysage, lui, est magnifique et grandiose... Un peu avant d'arriver à Permet, un écriteau indique la direction des sources thermales, ce sera notre étape pour aujourd'hui. Nous pénétrons sur le site par un parking où il y a déjà pas mal de voitures garées. Nous sommes samedi et il fait très beau, il y a donc beaucoup de gens du coin à se baigner dans les piscines naturelles, plus quelques touristes allemands, bien sûr ! Par chance, nous réussissons à nous garer dans un petit coin bien tranquille au bord d'un ruisseau. Pour nous délasser de cette longue route fatigante, nous allons nous plonger avec délices dans l'eau sulfureuse et tiède des piscines naturelles formées par des petits murets de pierres et dominées par un vieux pont à une arche. Nous ne sommes pas tout seuls, les gens viennent barboter en famille, l'ambiance est bon enfant et sympathique. Dimanche 23/09 : Ce matin, il fait déjà chaud et les premières voitures arrivent pour profiter du lieu. Aujourd'hui, c'est dimanche et il va y avoir des amateurs de baignades... Nous allons à pied faire une grande et belle balade le long du lit caillouteux de la rivière Lengarice, en suivant les profonds canyons qu'elle a creusés. Il faut passer à gué à de nombreux endroits, c'est facile car l'eau n'est pas profonde mais il vaut mieux être chaussé de sandales pour marcher dans l'eau sans se cogner aux cailloux. Tout le long, de part et d'autre de la rivière, il y a des petites piscines et des plages de galets. Nous allons jusqu'au bout du canyon et, arrivés à un endroit où il est impossible de continuer, il n'y a plus qu'à faire demi-tour. Au retour, il y a déjà plusieurs familles installées sur les bords avec leur pique-nique pour passer un dimanche au soleil... Nous allons, nous aussi, nous tremper dans les divers bassins près du vieux pont... quel plaisir ! Après s'être bien prélassés dans l'eau tiède, nous quittons l'endroit qui commence à être bien envahi et nous allons jusqu'à la petite ville de Permet où nous déjeunons à la terrasse du très bon restaurant "Antigonea", recommandé par le Petit Futé, à bon escient, car l'accueil et la cuisine sont excellents... la petite ville de Permet est bien tranquille et endormie en ce dimanche après-midi... Après le repas, nous prenons la route (en très bon état, cette fois, ça nous change d'hier) jusqu'à Tepelene où nous faisons le plein d'eau potable. Il y a plein de sources, l'eau coule en cascades le long de la route et à l'entrée de la ville... Dans le milieu de l'après-midi, nous arrivons à la belle ville de Girokaster... Au pied de la citadelle, il y a un grand parking mais le GPS, au lieu de nous faire passer par la route venant de la ville moderne, nous fait grimper une rue étroite et pavée de la vieille ville, très, très pentue. Heureusement que nous sommes dimanche après-midi et que, de ce fait, il n'y a pas de circulation ! Ouf, nous arrivons sans encombres au pied de la citadelle...ensuite, visite de la forteresse et de quelques vieilles maisons ottomanes puis promenade tranquille dans le vieux bazar, on y déguste une glace, installés à une petite table sur le trottoir... atmosphère très calme et agréable aujourd'hui. En fait, il faut visiter les villes le dimanche après-midi... Pour la nuit, nous allons nous garer sur le parking d'un parc de loisir près d'une rivière bordée de restaurants sur pilotis, à environ 5kms de Girokaster. Ce n'est pas vraiment un endroit tranquille (il y a pas mal de bruits : vrombissements de moteurs, cris) mais il est trop tard pour trouver autre chose...pas d'autre choix de toute façon...
Une fois revenus en Albanie, nous prenons la route de Korshë que nous ne ferons que contourner car nous voulons arriver à Permet cet après-midi et la route promet d'être longue. Après la halte déjeuner un peu après Erseke, près d'une ferme, nous prenons la route de montagne vers Permet. Nous avons rarement vu une route aussi défoncée, pleine de virages et de grands trous et ceci sur des kms et des kms... je demande à Yannick "mais pourquoi ne prenons-nous pas la route nationale ?", il me répond :" mais nous sommes sur la route nationale, il n'y en a pas d'autre"... si la route est affreuse, le paysage, lui, est magnifique et grandiose... Un peu avant d'arriver à Permet, un écriteau indique la direction des sources thermales, ce sera notre étape pour aujourd'hui. Nous pénétrons sur le site par un parking où il y a déjà pas mal de voitures garées. Nous sommes samedi et il fait très beau, il y a donc beaucoup de gens du coin à se baigner dans les piscines naturelles, plus quelques touristes allemands, bien sûr ! Par chance, nous réussissons à nous garer dans un petit coin bien tranquille au bord d'un ruisseau. Pour nous délasser de cette longue route fatigante, nous allons nous plonger avec délices dans l'eau sulfureuse et tiède des piscines naturelles formées par des petits murets de pierres et dominées par un vieux pont à une arche. Nous ne sommes pas tout seuls, les gens viennent barboter en famille, l'ambiance est bon enfant et sympathique. Dimanche 23/09 : Ce matin, il fait déjà chaud et les premières voitures arrivent pour profiter du lieu. Aujourd'hui, c'est dimanche et il va y avoir des amateurs de baignades... Nous allons à pied faire une grande et belle balade le long du lit caillouteux de la rivière Lengarice, en suivant les profonds canyons qu'elle a creusés. Il faut passer à gué à de nombreux endroits, c'est facile car l'eau n'est pas profonde mais il vaut mieux être chaussé de sandales pour marcher dans l'eau sans se cogner aux cailloux. Tout le long, de part et d'autre de la rivière, il y a des petites piscines et des plages de galets. Nous allons jusqu'au bout du canyon et, arrivés à un endroit où il est impossible de continuer, il n'y a plus qu'à faire demi-tour. Au retour, il y a déjà plusieurs familles installées sur les bords avec leur pique-nique pour passer un dimanche au soleil... Nous allons, nous aussi, nous tremper dans les divers bassins près du vieux pont... quel plaisir ! Après s'être bien prélassés dans l'eau tiède, nous quittons l'endroit qui commence à être bien envahi et nous allons jusqu'à la petite ville de Permet où nous déjeunons à la terrasse du très bon restaurant "Antigonea", recommandé par le Petit Futé, à bon escient, car l'accueil et la cuisine sont excellents... la petite ville de Permet est bien tranquille et endormie en ce dimanche après-midi... Après le repas, nous prenons la route (en très bon état, cette fois, ça nous change d'hier) jusqu'à Tepelene où nous faisons le plein d'eau potable. Il y a plein de sources, l'eau coule en cascades le long de la route et à l'entrée de la ville... Dans le milieu de l'après-midi, nous arrivons à la belle ville de Girokaster... Au pied de la citadelle, il y a un grand parking mais le GPS, au lieu de nous faire passer par la route venant de la ville moderne, nous fait grimper une rue étroite et pavée de la vieille ville, très, très pentue. Heureusement que nous sommes dimanche après-midi et que, de ce fait, il n'y a pas de circulation ! Ouf, nous arrivons sans encombres au pied de la citadelle...ensuite, visite de la forteresse et de quelques vieilles maisons ottomanes puis promenade tranquille dans le vieux bazar, on y déguste une glace, installés à une petite table sur le trottoir... atmosphère très calme et agréable aujourd'hui. En fait, il faut visiter les villes le dimanche après-midi... Pour la nuit, nous allons nous garer sur le parking d'un parc de loisir près d'une rivière bordée de restaurants sur pilotis, à environ 5kms de Girokaster. Ce n'est pas vraiment un endroit tranquille (il y a pas mal de bruits : vrombissements de moteurs, cris) mais il est trop tard pour trouver autre chose...pas d'autre choix de toute façon...
Anne
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Bonjour,
Je ne sais pas vraiment la température qu'il faisait mais autour de 30° me semble juste...
nous avons bien sûr, fait des photos mais je n'ai pas encore eu le temps de les trier ... je vais essayer d'en ajouter à ce carnet mais, pour l'instant, je m'attèle d'abord à la rédaction des textes, ce qui prend déjà pas mal de temps... ce n'est pas fini !
En tout cas, merci de vous intéresser à la lecture de ce carnet, je ne travaille pas pour rien !
Anne
Anne
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- Ksamil, Butrint et passage en Grèce :
- Lundi 24/09/2018 : A la sortie de Girokaster, la route est toute en travaux sur plusieurs kms, beaucoup de circulation au ralenti, beaucoup de trous... ensuite, heureusement, elle est en bon état. Nous descendons vers le sud, vers Sarandë, où nous prendrons une petite route le long du parc de Butrint pour atteindre Ksamil. Avant d'arriver à Sarandë, nous faisons un arrêt au site appelé "Siri i Kalter" ou "source de l'oeil bleu". J'avais lu sur plusieurs compte-rendus que c'était un lieu paisible, une agréable promenade dans la nature et je m'attendais à y trouver le calme et la sérénité ! comme les photos peuvent être trompeuses, parfois! Au bout d'une piste cahoteuse de 2 kms, nous arrivons à un parking (entrée 200leks). Il y a là une quantité de véhicules garés dans tous les sens et même des grands cars de tourisme...et une foule incroyable de touristes qui se presse dans ce petit coin de verdure et qui se bouscule pour accéder au petit promontoire au-dessus de la fameuse source qui sourd depuis les profondeurs en un rond bleu d'une couleur extraordinaire. C'est très joli, en effet, mais jamais je n'aurais cru me retrouver comme à la sortie du métro parisien pour admirer ce petit coin !!! Pour partir du parking archi-bondé, il faut faire tout un tas de manoeuvres car les gens se garent n'importe comment...
Arrivés à Ksamil, sur la côte, nous dépassons la station balnéaire et allons nous garer au-dessus d'une petite crique de galets, dans une oliveraie bordée d'eucalyptus... malheureusement jonchée d'une montagne de déchets. Ça fait vraiment mal au coeur de voir ça dans un si joli coin... nous trouvons une place à l'ombre d'un arbre un peu à l'écart des ordures et nous y restons tout le reste de la journée : baignade, farniente, lecture. La crique est seulement fréquentée par quelques couples de baigneurs...seul bémol (à part les ordures) : le bruit qui provient de la musique des bars de plage de la station balnéaire de Ksamil et les jet-skis qui sillonnent la mer en frôlant les côtes...En face, on peut voir des îlots rocheux couverts de végétation...
- Mardi 25/09 : Nous partons de bonne heure pour visiter le site de Butrint. A cette heure, nous serons presque seuls à arpenter les allées boisées de ce beau parc parsemé de ruines grecques, romaines et vénitiennes. En venant de Ksamil, il y a un parking gratuit près de l'entrée, juste devant le petit bac qui traverse le canal de Vivari. L'entrée au parc est de 700leks/pers... Après 2heures passées sur place, nous prenons le petit bac, un radeau tiré par des câbles (7€ pour un fourgon, 10€ pour un Camping-car plus gros). C'est amusant comme transport ! Une fois arrivés de l'autre côté du canal, nous empruntons une petite route qui nous mène à Scala, à la frontière grecque. Nous arrivons en Grèce vers 13h et, d'un coup, il est 14h ! et oui, il faut avancer sa montre d'une heure quand on arrive en Grèce ! Nous trouvons une petite plage de galets avant Sagiada où nous allons nous poser pour le reste de la journée et la nuit...
Anne
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-Nord de la Grèce : Parga, Preveza :
Mercredi 26/09/2018 : Hier, il faisait un temps magnifique et, ce matin, c'est la tempête ! Nous quittons la petite plage pour prendre la route jusqu'à Parga. Nous nous garons un peu avant la forteresse et allons visiter cette jolie petite ville. Mais c'est incroyablement bourré de touristes ici ! La forteresse est plutôt à l'abandon, c'est un bel endroit qui domine la mer... la rue parallèle au port n'est qu'une suite de boutiques où se presse une foule de personnes de toutes nationalités, le port, quant à lui, est bordé de terrasses de restaurants qui ont tout l'air d'attrape-touristes...effarant ! Nous partons vite de là et nous arrêtons au bord de la plage d'Amoudia pour déjeuner. Ici, c'est tranquille et la plage est belle, dommage qu'il ne fasse pas beau...
Nous arrivons bientôt à Preveza où nous nous garons sur le parking du port. Nous nous promenons dans les rues piétonnes bordées de petits cafés sympas. Cette ville a l'air agréable. Le vent souffle de plus en plus fort. Nous nous réfugions dans une cafeteria où nous dégustons la boisson grecque par excellence : le café frappé, accompagné de quelques pâtisseries. La serveuse très gentille nous offre même des gâteaux "to taste the greeck specialities"...
Nous allons nous garer pour la nuit au bord de la longue plage de Preveza, à Mytikas... ce soir, on se croirait en hiver...
Anne
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-Ile de Lefkada :Jeudi 27/09/2018 : Ce matin, le soleil est revenu mais il y a beaucoup de vent. Nous partons pour l'île de Lefkada en prenant le tunnel après Preveza (3€), puis nous franchissons le pont qui relie l'île au continent, en passant près de l'imposant fort Santa Maura. Nous arrivons directement à la ville de Lefkada, capitale de l'île du même nom. Après nous être garés sur le port, nous flânons dans les jolies rues bordées de maisons aux tons pastels, d'églises et de commerces animés... Ambiance méditerranéenne, décontractée...cette petite ville est très agréable.
Nous partons sur la côte ouest. Nous déjeunons sur un petit parking au bord de la route qui domine la longue plage de Pefkoulia, puis nous allons à pied jusqu'au village d'Agios Nikitas, en empruntant le chemin le long de la mer en se faisant parfois asperger par les vagues... il y a de la houle aujourd'hui ! La rue principale du village est bordée de restaurants et boutiques de souvenirs... Au bout, un étroit chemin grimpe raide jusqu'en haut du cap qui domine la plage de Mylos. Dans le village, nous avions vu un panneau annonçant une pétition lancée par des amoureux de cette plage pour sauvegarder ce site sauvage afin qu'il ne devienne pas la proie du tourisme de masse... mais, est-ce possible ? Revenus au fourgon, nous continuons la route sinueuse qui serpente à flanc de montagne. Après avoir passé le village de Kalamitsi, nous arrivons à Exanthia. Enfin, un village resté authentique et tranquille... après un petit tour à l'église, à ce propos, nous avons remarqué que les campaniles, par ici, sont particuliers. Ils sont en métal, un peu comme des tours Eiffel... nous prenons un café frappé dans un sympathique petit café/librairie, vraiment sans chichis et fréquenté par des gens du cru (ça change des bars à touristes hyper-modernes ou trop sophistiqués)... Nous reprenons la route qui surplombe de magnifiques paysages se détachant sur la mer d'un bleu incroyable, jusqu'à Porto Katsiki. Très belle plage au pied des falaises mais difficile d'accès, parkings payants, bars de plage et beaucoup de monde... Arrivés au phare, endroit appelé "le saut de Leucade", à l'extrême pointe de l'île, nous trouvons enfin notre bonheur : un petit coin pour bivouaquer sur la falaise avec une superbe vue sur les îles d'Ithaque et Céphalonie, en face.
-Vendredi 28/09 : Le vent souffle en tempête et le ciel est gris. Pas de chance... A Vassiliki, qui n'est qu'un spot de véliplanchistes ne présentant aucun intérêt si ce n'est des bars et restos modernes, nous ne nous attardons pas. A Sivota, nous faisons un tour sur le port de plaisance où il y a beaucoup de voiliers à louer (prix intéressant, en cette saison, d'ailleurs) et où les quais sont bordés de terrasses... Un peu après Vlikho, nous empruntons un chemin caillouteux et cahoteux, très étroit, avec plein de trous sur 2 kms (à tel point que nous hésitons à l'emprunter jusqu'au bout, heureusement, une italienne qui y passe à bord de sa voiture nous rassure, ainsi qu'un autre fourgon qui nous croise en sens inverse, ouf... pas facile de se croiser ici, mais ça passe !)... et nous voilà sur une petite plage de galets où nous allons rester jusqu'à demain. Le temps s'améliore, nous pouvons nous baigner et faire une grande promenade à pied sur le chemin côtier, avec les voiliers voguant dans la baie et la vue sur l'île de Méganissi... Nous sommes tout seuls dans ce joli coin perdu... quel bonheur ! Demain, nous quitterons l'île pour remonter vers le nord vers le Golfe Ambracique...
Nous partons sur la côte ouest. Nous déjeunons sur un petit parking au bord de la route qui domine la longue plage de Pefkoulia, puis nous allons à pied jusqu'au village d'Agios Nikitas, en empruntant le chemin le long de la mer en se faisant parfois asperger par les vagues... il y a de la houle aujourd'hui ! La rue principale du village est bordée de restaurants et boutiques de souvenirs... Au bout, un étroit chemin grimpe raide jusqu'en haut du cap qui domine la plage de Mylos. Dans le village, nous avions vu un panneau annonçant une pétition lancée par des amoureux de cette plage pour sauvegarder ce site sauvage afin qu'il ne devienne pas la proie du tourisme de masse... mais, est-ce possible ? Revenus au fourgon, nous continuons la route sinueuse qui serpente à flanc de montagne. Après avoir passé le village de Kalamitsi, nous arrivons à Exanthia. Enfin, un village resté authentique et tranquille... après un petit tour à l'église, à ce propos, nous avons remarqué que les campaniles, par ici, sont particuliers. Ils sont en métal, un peu comme des tours Eiffel... nous prenons un café frappé dans un sympathique petit café/librairie, vraiment sans chichis et fréquenté par des gens du cru (ça change des bars à touristes hyper-modernes ou trop sophistiqués)... Nous reprenons la route qui surplombe de magnifiques paysages se détachant sur la mer d'un bleu incroyable, jusqu'à Porto Katsiki. Très belle plage au pied des falaises mais difficile d'accès, parkings payants, bars de plage et beaucoup de monde... Arrivés au phare, endroit appelé "le saut de Leucade", à l'extrême pointe de l'île, nous trouvons enfin notre bonheur : un petit coin pour bivouaquer sur la falaise avec une superbe vue sur les îles d'Ithaque et Céphalonie, en face.
-Vendredi 28/09 : Le vent souffle en tempête et le ciel est gris. Pas de chance... A Vassiliki, qui n'est qu'un spot de véliplanchistes ne présentant aucun intérêt si ce n'est des bars et restos modernes, nous ne nous attardons pas. A Sivota, nous faisons un tour sur le port de plaisance où il y a beaucoup de voiliers à louer (prix intéressant, en cette saison, d'ailleurs) et où les quais sont bordés de terrasses... Un peu après Vlikho, nous empruntons un chemin caillouteux et cahoteux, très étroit, avec plein de trous sur 2 kms (à tel point que nous hésitons à l'emprunter jusqu'au bout, heureusement, une italienne qui y passe à bord de sa voiture nous rassure, ainsi qu'un autre fourgon qui nous croise en sens inverse, ouf... pas facile de se croiser ici, mais ça passe !)... et nous voilà sur une petite plage de galets où nous allons rester jusqu'à demain. Le temps s'améliore, nous pouvons nous baigner et faire une grande promenade à pied sur le chemin côtier, avec les voiliers voguant dans la baie et la vue sur l'île de Méganissi... Nous sommes tout seuls dans ce joli coin perdu... quel bonheur ! Demain, nous quitterons l'île pour remonter vers le nord vers le Golfe Ambracique...
Anne
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- Grèce : golfe Ambracique, Arta, Ioanina, les villages zagoria et gorges du Vikos :
Samedi 29/09/2018 : Après avoir encore flâné un peu sur le port et dans les rue de la jolie ville de Lefkada, nous repassons le pont et nous voilà de nouveau sur le continent. Nous suivons la route qui fait le tour du golfe Ambracique où nous trouvons un endroit bien agréable pour déjeuner au bord du golfe, au bout d'un chemin non loin du village de Drimos... Pas grand monde par là, ça n'est pas un coin très touristique, pourtant c'est joli... Plus loin, en traversant la ville d'Amfilochia, nous apercevons des gens habillés de costumes traditionnels qui ont l'air de se mettre en place pour danser. Nous nous arrêtons et allons voir, bien sûr : il y a là des groupes de danseurs et danseuses, une estrade avec des musiciens et une table avec ce qui semble être un jury. Il doit s'agir d'un concours de danses traditionnelles. Les hommes sont vêtus de jupettes courtes et plissées avec des collants blancs et de gros pompons au bout de leurs souliers... il y a des gens de tous les âges et c'est plutôt amusant de voir des jeunes coiffés à la mode "footballeur" portant des jupettes plissées ! Ils dansent en se tenant la main et le premier de la file saute et exécute des pas quelque peu acrobatiques... nous restons un bon moment à les regarder...puis nous partons jusqu'à Arta. Après nous être garés sur un grand parking payant (2€) face au château, nous allons arpenter les rues complètement désertes (c'est samedi après-midi et tous les magasins sont fermés !), à la recherche des églises anciennes mentionnées dans le guide du Routard. Elles sont plutôt difficiles à trouver, il n'y a pas de centre ancien et les églises sont disséminées, entourées d'immeubles modernes et il n'y a pas grand monde dans les rues pour nous renseigner. En plus, les rares personnes à qui nous nous adressons ne savent pas parler anglais mais, pleines de bonne volonté, elles arrivent tout de même à nous aider... et nous trouvons enfin l'église Theodora. Des dames sont occupées à décorer les abords de l'église car, d'après ce que nous comprenons, il va y avoir un mariage, tout à l'heure. Elle ne sera ouverte qu'à 17h... en attendant, nous allons jusqu'à la Panagia Parigoritissa, très grande mais fermée, comme le sera d'ailleurs l'église Vassillios, très jolie extérieurement, avec ses frises de faïence. Décidément, pas de chance... allons-nous réussir à visiter une église ici ou nous sommes-nous arrêtés pour rien ? Nous retournons à l'église Theodora, où les travaux de décoration des dames n'ont pas beaucoup avancé... et ouf, à 17h30 voilà le pope qui arrive et ouvre l'église. Chouette ! Heureusement qu'il va y avoir un mariage ce soir, sinon, je ne sais pas si elle aurait été ouverte. A l'intérieur, nous pouvons enfin admirer les belles fresques au-dessus du narthex et le tombeau de Santa Theodora...
Avant de quitter la ville, nous allons voir le pont à 4 arches qui fait la célébrité de la ville, agréable endroit entouré de cafés très fréquentés aujourd'hui samedi... puis nous prenons la route jusqu'à Ioanina où nous trouvons un lieu de bivouac pour la nuit près du lac. Il était temps car la nuit tombe quand nous y arrivons. Il y a beaucoup de vent et des grosses vagues font ressembler le lac à l'océan. Heureusement, nous sommes abrités par de grands roseaux.
Dimanche 30/09 : Nous faisons le tour du fortin situé sur la péninsule. C'est un coin très sympa avec sa promenade ombragée de grands arbres le long du lac et des hautes murailles de la citadelle, puis nous quittons Ioanina pour prendre la direction des villages de montagne appelés villages "zagoria" :
Monodendri est le premier où nous arrivons. Nous flânons dans les ruelles de ce beau village aux maisons de pierres. Nous allons jusqu'au Monastère d'Agia Paraskevi, puis admirer une expo photo au "Rizarios photo center", installé dans une belle maison traditionnelle. Quand nous quittons le village, il commence à y avoir beaucoup de monde... Nous suivons la route bordée de concrétions en forme de galettes superposées qui donnent des roches aux formes curieuses, la "forêt de pierre", jusqu'au point de vue appelé "Oxia". Un chemin mène à un endroit en surplomb d'où l'on a une vue vertigineuse sur les gorges et le canyon de Vikos... Impressionnant ! Oxia étant un cul-de-sac, nous revenons sur nos pas et empruntons une route toute en lacets pour arriver au tout petit village de Vikos, bourré de randonneurs abrités sous leurs capes de pluie car, malheureusement, il pleut de plus en plus... ensuite, ce sera le village de Papingo (il y a deux Papingo le grand "Megalo Papingo" et le petit "Mikro Papingo"), que nous atteignons par une route en épingles à cheveux... Avec la brume qui descend, ce n'est pas très rassurant, nous traversons Megalo Papingo et nous garons pour la nuit à la sortie de Mikro Papingo, près d'une source... Il fait plutôt frisquet là-haut, environnés de brouillard...
Lundi 01/10/2018 : Ce matin, le temps est un peu plus clément qu'hier... nous partons faire une grande balade à pied en partant du parking de Megalo Papingo par des chemins de montagne qui grimpent dur dans les sous-bois pour rejoindre Mikro Papingo (2h30 aller/retour). Ce village est tout mignon, avec ses très jolies maisons de pierre aux toits de lauzes et ses treilles qui couvrent les tonnelles au-dessus des ruelles... en chemin, nous rencontrons un berger qui chante dans la montagne... c'était vraiment une belle promenade...
Nous reprenons ensuite la route toute en lacets qui descend près de la rivière Voidomina, où nous nous arrêtons pour déjeuner au bord de l'eau puis nous continuons notre route jusqu'à Kipi où se trouve un très beau pont de pierre à une arche dans un canyon, et un autre pont, à 3 arches un peu plus loin...
Nous faisons alors demi-tour pour remonter vers la côte en empruntant encore une route dans la montagne : très beaux paysages de versants couverts de maquis très sauvages... et nous arrivons vers 18h à la plage près de la frontière albanaise (à 3kms après Sagiada) où nous avions déjà fait étape en venant...nous y resterons toute la journée demain, le beau temps étant de retour...
Anne
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-Albanie : en remontant la côte, jusqu'à Zvernec :
Mercredi 3/10/2018 : Nous repassons donc la frontière albanaise une nouvelle fois et nous revoilà près de Butrint, que nous avons déjà visité à l'aller. Cette fois, nous faisons une promenade à pied en dehors du parc, sur le chemin le long du canal de Vivari, jusqu'au château d'Ali Pacha, en face du château plutôt, car celui-ci étant bâti sur un îlot, on ne peut pas y aller à pied (des barques proposent de vous y amener depuis le parking face au parc). Il reste quelques murailles mais la balade jusque là, hormis le fait qu'elle dégourdit les jambes, ne présente pas beaucoup d'intérêt...
Nous prenons la route de côte. Arrêt à Bunec où nous avions lu sur ce forum qu'il y avait une plage "paradisiaque" mais nous n'y trouvons que des débris et des constructions de bric et de broc fermées, devant des tas de galets le long de la mer et une sorte de digue en béton à moitié détruite... cet endroit ne nous inspire pas vraiment ! Nous repartons sur la route de côte en lacets. Nous voulons aller à Borsch où il doit y avoir une belle plage. Le GPS nous entraîne dans un petit chemin caillouteux et très étroit, par endroit les branchages frôlent le toit et les côtés du fourgon. Au bout d'1km de piste, nous débouchons tout au bout de la très longue plage de Borsch, dans un coin sauvage et curieusement, il s'y trouve un poste de police... nous verrons par la suite que ce policier doit surveiller la côte car il se tient le plus souvent assis sur sa terrasse à scruter l'horizon, il est même venu nous voir pour tailler une petite bavette mais son anglais étant nul, la conversation a coupé court. Il a tout de même accepté une petite rasade de bière et s'est mis au garde-à-vous pour qu'on le prenne en photo! Nous décidons de rester là et nous allons nous y trouver si bien que nous y resterons encore demain... C'est une très longue plage de galets, nous sommes à l'extrémité non aménagée, parmi les plantes qui poussent dans les cailloux, avec des trous d'eau douce où viennent boire des vaches et des troupeaux de moutons qui passeront à plusieurs reprises avec leur berger... sympa ! A l'autre bout de la plage, que nous apercevons au loin, il y a des immeubles et des aménagements de plage, mais c'est très très loin et tout est fermé, tant mieux... Ici, c'est le début de la "Riviera albanaise" mais, comme partout en Albanie mais surtout sur la côte, les collines sont truffées de squelettes d'immeubles inachevés et l'on ne voit aucun travaux en cours...
-Vendredi 5/10 : Nous prenons la route jusqu'à Porto Palermo où nous visitons le château d'Ali Pacha (encore un ) il a été bien conservé extérieurement, à l'intérieur les fonctions successives que l'histoire lui a fait subir ont laissé des traces (entrepôt d'armes, prison politique, stockage d'essence et d'huile pour l'armée, etc...) La visite commentée par le gardien est, somme toute, assez intéressante (100leks/pers). En revanche, le site autour est jonché de détritus et enlaidi par des bâtiments laissés à l'abandon. Une petite anse abrite quelques barques et accueillent quelques baigneurs. C'est bien moins grandiose que ce que j'imaginais d'après les commentaires que j'avais pu lire ici et là...
Nous arrivons ensuite à Himarë puis Livadhi: belles plages mais trop aménagées à notre goût... Après Vuno, nous voulons aller au canyon de Gjipe. Nous suivons la route à une voie toute goudronnée et bordée de réverbères, sur 2,5kms, jusqu'à un parking payant. Là, normalement, il faut continuer à pied pour accéder à une jolie crique mais il se met malheureusement à pleuvoir très fort. Nous rebroussons chemin... Au fait, pourquoi une route goudronnée et éclairée pour aller à une crique alors que d'habitude il s'agit de pistes caillouteuses ? parce que cette plage est officiellement privée et serait la propriété de la fille de l'ancien Premier ministre!
Nous continuons jusqu'à Dermhi, là aussi, difficile d'accès, pas facile de se garer, tout est privé. Comme il pleut, nous décidons d'aller déjeuner au restaurant. Justement, on nous avait recommandé (sur ce forum) le restaurant Luciano. Et bien, nous ne le recommanderons pas ! service pas sympa du tout et nourriture très quelconque, encore un attrape-touristes... Décidément, nous sommes plutôt déçus par cette "Riviera albanaise"... Tout est hyper construit, immeubles modernes, plages privées, parkings payants, constructions très moches... seuls deux villages ont gardé leur charme : Vuno et le vieux village de Dhermi... Nous reprenons la route qui monte au Llogara park en passant par le col du Llogara à 1043 m d'altitude. Dommage qu'il pleuve ! Avant de monter au col, au niveau de la plage de Palasas, nous voyons un grand panneau qui vante la construction d'un immense village vacances, commencé depuis 2015, et financé par l'Union européenne ! Nous sommes effarés de voir ça ! comment peut-on gâcher un site naturel aussi beau et sauvage et avec la bénédiction et les crédits de l'U.E en plus ? Et, en effet, de la route, on aperçoit bien cet immense chantier avec les toits d'une multitude bungalows serrés les uns contre les autres...Nous passons ensuite à Orikum (que des immeubles très laids), puis nous traversons Vlorë, grande ville mais peu de circulation. La route traverse une grande pinède remplie de détritus... Nous continuons jusqu'au lagon de Nartes et, à Zvernec, nous trouvons enfin notre bonheur. Il faut prendre une piste pleine de trous sur 3kms pour arriver à cette petite baie sauvage et tranquille où les vaches paissent devant la mer...Un grand groupe de flamants roses s'ébat sur le lagon, on entend leurs cancanements incessants. Très joli coin : d'un côté la mer, de l'autre le lagon avec de petits îlots couverts de végétation, le tout encadré par des collines plantées de maquis... Samedi 6/10 : Le beau temps est revenu. Nous partons à pied jusqu'à l'îlot de Zvernec où se trouve le Monastère de la Dormition-de-la-vierge-Theotokos, en suivant le chemin de terre puis la passerelle qui relie l'îlot où se trouve le Monastère (7kms aller/retour). Visite de la jolie église orthodoxe. Une fois revenus au fourgon, dans l'après-midi, nous allons explorer l'arrière de la colline qui ferme la baie. Il s'y trouve des concrétions rocheuses aux formes bizarres. On dirait que la falaise est faite de sable durci, ce qui forme des coulées et des lignes érodées par la mer et le vent, avec, par endroit, des roches plus dures qui émergent en formant des saillies étonnantes et, à d'autres endroits, creuse des cercles qui ressemblent à de grosses bulles éclatées... la couleur de la mer au soleil couchant jouant avec les nuages est d'un bleu fantastique... En face, la petite île Sazan se découpe sur l'horizon...
Nous continuons jusqu'à Dermhi, là aussi, difficile d'accès, pas facile de se garer, tout est privé. Comme il pleut, nous décidons d'aller déjeuner au restaurant. Justement, on nous avait recommandé (sur ce forum) le restaurant Luciano. Et bien, nous ne le recommanderons pas ! service pas sympa du tout et nourriture très quelconque, encore un attrape-touristes... Décidément, nous sommes plutôt déçus par cette "Riviera albanaise"... Tout est hyper construit, immeubles modernes, plages privées, parkings payants, constructions très moches... seuls deux villages ont gardé leur charme : Vuno et le vieux village de Dhermi... Nous reprenons la route qui monte au Llogara park en passant par le col du Llogara à 1043 m d'altitude. Dommage qu'il pleuve ! Avant de monter au col, au niveau de la plage de Palasas, nous voyons un grand panneau qui vante la construction d'un immense village vacances, commencé depuis 2015, et financé par l'Union européenne ! Nous sommes effarés de voir ça ! comment peut-on gâcher un site naturel aussi beau et sauvage et avec la bénédiction et les crédits de l'U.E en plus ? Et, en effet, de la route, on aperçoit bien cet immense chantier avec les toits d'une multitude bungalows serrés les uns contre les autres...Nous passons ensuite à Orikum (que des immeubles très laids), puis nous traversons Vlorë, grande ville mais peu de circulation. La route traverse une grande pinède remplie de détritus... Nous continuons jusqu'au lagon de Nartes et, à Zvernec, nous trouvons enfin notre bonheur. Il faut prendre une piste pleine de trous sur 3kms pour arriver à cette petite baie sauvage et tranquille où les vaches paissent devant la mer...Un grand groupe de flamants roses s'ébat sur le lagon, on entend leurs cancanements incessants. Très joli coin : d'un côté la mer, de l'autre le lagon avec de petits îlots couverts de végétation, le tout encadré par des collines plantées de maquis... Samedi 6/10 : Le beau temps est revenu. Nous partons à pied jusqu'à l'îlot de Zvernec où se trouve le Monastère de la Dormition-de-la-vierge-Theotokos, en suivant le chemin de terre puis la passerelle qui relie l'îlot où se trouve le Monastère (7kms aller/retour). Visite de la jolie église orthodoxe. Une fois revenus au fourgon, dans l'après-midi, nous allons explorer l'arrière de la colline qui ferme la baie. Il s'y trouve des concrétions rocheuses aux formes bizarres. On dirait que la falaise est faite de sable durci, ce qui forme des coulées et des lignes érodées par la mer et le vent, avec, par endroit, des roches plus dures qui émergent en formant des saillies étonnantes et, à d'autres endroits, creuse des cercles qui ressemblent à de grosses bulles éclatées... la couleur de la mer au soleil couchant jouant avec les nuages est d'un bleu fantastique... En face, la petite île Sazan se découpe sur l'horizon...
Anne
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- de Zvernec à Berat :
Dimanche 7/10/2018 : Il y a eu un gros orage dans la nuit et la foudre n'est pas tombée loin ! Nous reprenons le chemin plein de trous jusqu'à la route goudronnée en direction de Vlorë, mais...il y a beaucoup de trous là aussi ! Aux abords de la ville, la route est en piteux état, ainsi que l'environnement. C'est très sale, on dirait que les gens viennent déverser leurs poubelles dans la nature, tas de gravats partout et bâtiments à moitié construits, etc...
Nous passons la ville de Fier, puis arrivons à Roskovec, où les rues sont barrées par un grand marché. Il faut faire demi-tour et passer par des petites rues très encombrées... Après Roskovec, la route est dans un état lamentable et très étroite, par endroits, pourtant, il n'y en a pas d'autre, c'est la nationale...à un moment, elle devient une belle 4voies où il n'y a aucune circulation mais ça ne dure pas longtemps, nous revoilà sur une route étroite et défoncée ! Les abords des villes sont dans un état affreux et c'est là qu'il y a le plus de trafic. Les albanais déboîtent sans rien regarder, ils n'anticipent rien, ouvrent leur portière sans s'assurer qu'un autre véhicule arrive, doublent sans aucune visibilité...
Enfin, nous arrivons à Berat vers 11h30... Nous allons nous garer au petit camping "Vila Juri", très bien situé, tout près de la vieille ville (10€/nuit avec tous services). Accueil très sympa. Le gars nous propose de dîner là ce soir, repas traditionnel préparé par sa mère pour 10€/pers, ce que nous ferons et nous ne serons pas déçus (gens très gentils et très bon et copieux repas préparé sous nos yeux, ce n'est pas du réchauffé!)... Pour l'instant, nous partons à pied jusqu'en haut de la colline où se trouve la citadelle. Pour y arriver, il faut gravir une longue allée pavée qui grimpe dur (mais il y a un autre accès pour les voitures par derrière). Entrée à la citadelle : 100leks/pers... nous nous promenons dans les vieilles rues, visite du musée Onufri situé dans la belle cathédrale (200leks/pers), déjeuner au resto Onufri (copieux et sympathique). Après avoir bien arpenté la citadelle, nous descendons en ville. Juste en bas de l'allée qui monte à la citadelle, se trouve la Mosquée des Rois. Elle est toute en réfection mais le gardien nous fait quand même entrer (c'est dimanche et les ouvriers ne travaillent pas). Il est très avenant et nous décrit tout en italien ! il nous fait aussi visiter le tekke situé derrière et le caravansérail. Nous ne sommes que tous les deux, nous pouvons y rester tant que l'on veut, prendre des photos partout, les bâtiments sont beaux et intéressants... Nous donnons 200leks au gardien en repartant... Nous passons le pont qui enjambe l'Ossum et nous trouvons du côté de Gorica où nous avons une vue superbe sur la rive opposée où s'étage le quartier de Mangalem, surplombé par la falaise de la citadelle. Les maisons de style ottoman s'accrochent à la colline dans une grande unité architecturale. C'est la plus belle ville que l'on ait vue en Albanie... Nous passons un bon moment à la terrasse d'un café face à Mangalem, au bord de l'Ossum puis nous suivons la rue bordée de vieilles maisons ottomanes et de leurs petits jardins en terrasse. Tout au bout, se trouve un pont par lequel nous rejoignons le bout de Mangalem, là où se trouve la rue de notre parking...
Anne
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-Plage de Divjake (lagune de Karavaste) :
Lundi 8/10/2018 : Nous quittons Berat vers 10h et reprenons la route jusqu'à Fier puis, après quelques courses, nous continuons jusqu'à la côte. Par là, il n'y a plus de montagne, c'est le domaine des pinèdes, lagunes, grandes dunes et longues plages de sable. Il y a beaucoup de vent. Nous déjeunons devant la plage de Semanit mais nous ne restons pas, l'environnement n'étant pas très plaisant : la très longue plage est bordée de baraques abandonnées après la saison estivale, construites de bric et de broc, en piteux état et beaucoup de détritus partout...
Nous repassons à Fier puis nous rendons à Lushnje et enfin Divjake. Nous nous garons sur la dune au bord de la grande plage, près de la lagune de Karavaste. Derrière la dune s'étend une grande pinède où se cachent des petits campings, restos mais en cette saison, tout est fermé. Nous serons bien tranquilles... Nous sommes seuls dans l'immensité...la mer est trop forte pour se baigner et le vent n'est pas chaud... nous faisons une grande promenade le long de cette immense plage où de jeunes idiots s'amusent à rouler à fond la caisse sur la sable dur, tassé par le passage des véhicules... Nous sommes dans le parc national de Divjaka-Karavasta, qui serait un sanctuaire pour environ 45 000 oiseaux appartenant à 200 espèces différentes...le parc est composé de la pinède et du lagon, lui-même composé de deux lagons séparés de la mer par une vaste ceinture de dunes de sable. Il est classé comme zone d'importance internationale mais ça ne se voit pas. En effet, dans la soirée, nous entendons retentir des coups de fusil jusqu'à 1h du matin : des chasseurs, comme en témoignent les étuis de cartouches laissés au sol !
Mardi 9/10 : ce matin, il fait très beau et le vent s'est calmé. Nous allons nous baigner, il y a des hauts fonds ici, nous avons pied très loin... la mer est sableuse ...
L'après-midi, nous allons faire une balade à pied jusqu'au lagon, domaine des pêcheurs à la ligne qui sillonnent les bords parmi les roseaux en voiture ! Dans le guide, il est bien mentionné que toute cette zone souffre de nombreuses pratiques illégales (pêche, chasse, constructions illicites, véhicules qui roulent n'importe où)... La préservation de l'environnement n'est pas la préoccupation première des albanais. Dommage !
Anne
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- région de Kavajë : plage Generaljit + retour à Shkoder :
Mercredi 10/10/2018 : Nous prenons la toure qui passe par Divjakë jusqu'à Kavajë. A ce niveau, nous bifurquons sur une petite route où il est indiqué "Plazhi Genelajit" (nous verrons souvent l'indication de cette plage peinte à la main sur des murs ou des supports de fortune, ce qui laisse présager un coin sauvage...). Nous retrouvons les collines et les criques rocheuses par ici. La route, pleine de nids de poule, mène à une piste qui serpente dans les collines en traversant quelques villages endormis... 14kms de piste caillouteuse et tortueuse, ça semble très long... en revanche le paysage est magnifique... Nous arrivons enfin à la petite crique appelée "Plazja Generaljit". A notre grand étonnement, vu l'état de la route pour y arriver, tout est très aménagé. Un complexe touristique assez important, avec bungalows, paillotes, ponton avec bar sur pilotis, est implanté là et occupe la totalité de la place ! Ça a l'air assez neuf, en bon état, en tout cas et pas de bric et de broc comme à d'autres endroits... étonnant dans cet endroit si sauvage et éloigné. Enfin, ce qu'il y a de bien en cette saison, c'est que tout est fermé, il n'y a personne et nous pouvons nous garer tranquillement sur une bande herbeuse juste au-dessus de la plage. Nous allons passer le reste de la journée là et la nuit, dans un calme absolu !
Jeudi 11/10 : Il faut se retaper piste et route défoncées pour retrouver la Nationale qui va jusqu'à Shkoder, où nous arrivons vers 12h30 ( après avoir subi une déviation car route coupée vers Tirana, aucune indication bien sûr, tout le monde se débrouille comme il peut en se renseignant auprès des locaux et en se fiant à son GPS, lui aussi un peu perdu !)
A Shkoder, à cette heure, il y a beaucoup de trafic urbain, il est assez difficile de trouver une place pour se garer. Après avoir enfin trouvé une place pas trop loin du centre, nous allons jusqu'à la rue piétonne près de la grande mosquée. C'est un quartier animé et sympa. Nous y déjeunons dans un très bon resto "Oborri Shkodran", avec une agréable terrasse en jardin en arrière de la rue (repas complet copieux et savoureux pour 11€/pers). Nous avions, auparavant, cherché le petit resto associatif "Arti Zanave" indiqué dans le Petit Futé, mais sans succès... L'église St François est située juste derrière le resto où nous avons déjeuné, nous allons donc voir les "peintures anti-communistes uniques au monde"(dixit Petit Futé) qu'elle renferme puis nous reprenons notre fourgon pour quitter la ville et nous rendre à la frontière avec le Montenegro, à Muriqan, au sud du lac Skadar. En venant, nous étions passés par le nord du lac, le paysage y était très laid mais cette fois, par le sud, c'est beaucoup plus beau... nous quittons l'Albanie et entamons la route du retour...
Anne
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- La route du retour... et Venise :
Après avoir passé la frontière, à Muriqan, donc, nous prenons la direction vers la côte monténégrine et, avant Ulcinj, vers Bojana, nous nous garons pour la nuit le long d'une plage (vers Sv Nikola). A cette saison, il n'y a plus personne, toutes les installations (nombreuses) sur la longue plage de sable sont fermées... La nuit sera calme...
Vendredi 12/10/2018 : Nous continuons la route de côte très urbanisée, avec des immeubles énormes et très laids qui défigurent le paysage, surtout jusqu'à Bar (très moche, hyper construit)... Vers Petrovac, ça devient plus beau, plus sauvage. A Hercg Novi, nous passons en Croatie. Nous trouvons un joli coin près de la frontière pour déjeuner, à Gruda, petit village où les maisons sont construites en terrasses au-dessus de leurs jardins potagers bien entretenus.
La côte de Dubrovnik à Neum est très belle. A Neum (Bosnie), un énorme immeuble, tel une immonde verrue, surplombe et écrase le bord de mer...ensuite, la route redevient plus belle mais toute en lacets. Après être repassés en Croatie, nous nous garons pour la fin de la journée et la nuit sur un petit port le long d'un bras de mer (le Neretvanski kanal), à Blace, face à la péninsule de Peljesac. Promenade à pied jusqu'à la petite ville très tranquille et sympa... Belle région de marais et petits ports...
Samedi 13/10 : Nous prenons maintenant l'autoroute jusqu'au niveau d'Ottocac (péage 35€) et nous descendons sur la côte au niveau de Senj et nous rendons au fjord Smovnica, où nous étions déjà passés à l'aller. Nous prendrons là notre dernier bain de mer (malgré la forte houle et le vent qui souffle en tempête). Nous y passons le reste de l'après-midi et la nuit. Nous sommes en face de l'île de Krk.
Dimanche 14/10 Départ vers Rijeka et la frontière slovène. Nous traversons la Slovénie rapidement et arrivons à Trieste. Là, nous prenons un bout d'autoroute puis la route jusqu'à Palazzolo dello Stella, où nous nous garons pour déjeuner, dans un petit parking herbu et ombragé près d'une rivière où sont amarrés des bateaux.
Nous reprenons la route jusqu'au bout de la langue de terre qui fait face à Venise. A Punta Sabioni, nous nous garons au camping "Al Bateo" (23€ pour 2 pers+ fourgon, avec tous services), situé non loin du départ des ferries pour Venise. Nous allons prendre le billet pour demain : 1 journée ferry et vaporetto =20€/pers (avec ça, on peut aller partout : Venise, grand canal, Murano, Burano) 2 journées = 30€/pers
Lundi 15/10 : Nous prenons le ferry de bonne heure pour arriver à Venise avant qu'il y ait trop de monde... A l'arrivée, déjà, des groupes d'asiatiques se déversent en rangs serrés des cars de tourisme... La place St Marc n'est pas encore trop envahie... Venise est toujours aussi belle, nous y étions déjà venus il y a vingt ans et c'est toujours aussi magique... Après une bonne journée à déambuler dans la Sérénissime, nous rentrons au fourgon à la nuit tombée, fourbus mais enchantés !
Mardi 16/10 : Traversée de l'Italie jusqu'au Col du Mont Cenis, Modane et nuit à St Pierre d'Albigny, puis encore une étape nuit à Chénérailles et arrivée chez nous le jeudi 18...
En résumé, nous avons aimé en Albanie : -Le nord, Shkoder et le lac Koman, Valbona - le village de Lin, au bord du lac d'Orhid - Le Centre, surtout Permet et les sources thermales, les belles villes de Berat et Girokaster - Zvernec et la lagune de Karavaste (hors saison estivale) - le Parc de Butrint - la plage de Borsch Nous n'avons pas trop aimé le lac d'Orhid trop aménagé, la Riviera albanaise hyper bétonnée et pas accueillante, les ordures partout et la façon de conduire des albanais !
En résumé, nous avons aimé en Albanie : -Le nord, Shkoder et le lac Koman, Valbona - le village de Lin, au bord du lac d'Orhid - Le Centre, surtout Permet et les sources thermales, les belles villes de Berat et Girokaster - Zvernec et la lagune de Karavaste (hors saison estivale) - le Parc de Butrint - la plage de Borsch Nous n'avons pas trop aimé le lac d'Orhid trop aménagé, la Riviera albanaise hyper bétonnée et pas accueillante, les ordures partout et la façon de conduire des albanais !
Anne
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Bonjour et merci pour ce superbe carnet de voyage que j'ai suivi avec grand plaisir et beaucoup d'interets.
Nous envisageons ce voyage pour 2019 à peu prés à la meme période.J'aurai juste une question par rapport au route que vous avez emprunté, voyageant avec un camping car de 7,50 m, je me pose la question de savoir si je pourrai passer dans tout les endroits que vous avez fréquentés, et d'autre part, vous confirmez que vous n'avez pas rencontré de soucis pour vos bivouac (à cette époque de la saison)? y compris en Croatie
Cordialement
Cordialement
Bonjour Jean-Luc,
Notre fourgon fait 5,60m de long et il est vrai que nous n'avons vu que des gens en fourgon (des jeunes couples allemands principalement) mais lors de ma préparation de voyage, j'avais lu un blog où un couple avait fait ce parcours en gros camping-car et il était passé partout (en 2013)! et j'ai trouvé également un récit de gens en camping-car (je ne sais pas de quel taille mais pas un fourgon), donc ça doit pouvoir se faire.
Pour ce qui est des bivouacs, nous n'avons eu aucun problème à la saison où l'on était, même en Croatie. Sur l'application "Park 4 night", vous trouverez les coordonnées GPS de ces bivouacs.
Bonne soirée
Anne
Anne
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salut,
j'ai fait à peu près le même parcours en moto il y a quelques années. Est ce que le camping de arbi en Macèdoine est toujours géré par la petite famille Albanaise? Quand j'y étais les propriétaires passés dans les tentes et camping car pour y offrir le café, l'accueil était vraiment génial
j'ai fait à peu près le même parcours en moto il y a quelques années. Est ce que le camping de arbi en Macèdoine est toujours géré par la petite famille Albanaise? Quand j'y étais les propriétaires passés dans les tentes et camping car pour y offrir le café, l'accueil était vraiment génial
Bonjour Hervé,
Je ne sais pas si c'est la même famille qui tient le camping "Arbi", mais c'est vrai que c'est une affaire familiale et l'accueil y est vraiment sympa. Nous n'avons pas eu le café servi "à domicile", toutefois...
Vous faites une légère erreur en situant en Macédoine, il est tout près de la frontière, mais du côté albanais...
Bonne journée
Anne
Anne
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Bonjour Pascal,
Tu m'avais demandé si j'avais des photos de mon voyage en Albanie. Si tu veux les voir, avec les récits de ce voyage, tu peux aller sur mon site :
http://www.unendroitoualler.fr/albanie-2018/
J'y ai mis tout ! Anne
J'y ai mis tout ! Anne
Anne
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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
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
April 11 – Day 1
It was winter, a winter with beautiful weather, A season that only exists in the southwest of America, I remember very well what I told you that morning A month ago... A century ago, an eternity ago... We’ll go... wherever you want, whenever you want...
Well, yeah, back from our adventure in our enchanting American West just a month ago, we’re already taking a bite out of one of its lesser-known competitors. "Flo, if you had to pick just one reason to justify your love for the U.S., what would it be?" The greasy, dripping burgers? No, I don’t think I’m going out on a limb by saying it’d be the wide-open spaces... And that’s exactly what our new quest is taking us to—a land on the other side of the globe where the horizon also seems endless, where silence tastes like salty wind and sand, where freedom is measured in kilometers of desert tracks, where the GPS is mostly there to confirm you’re lost in the middle of nowhere... Add to that magic formula the fact that you’ll see more zebras, giraffes, wildebeest, and elephants than people per square kilometer, and you can imagine us setting foot in Southern Africa for the first time, more precisely at the small airport in Windhoek, capital of... of...? Brush up on your geography, damn it! We’re landing in Namibia!!!

To be honest, Namibian landscapes have been flirting with me for ages. So how did I resist this island of temptation for so long? First, the budget. Let’s just say that for the same amount of effort (and kidneys), the bank lets you choose two other adventures almost anywhere else on the planet. Then there were my girls. Yeah, back then, they were too little to dose up on Malarone, the only malaria remedy at the time... Long story short, ten years later, all the planets have aligned. First, I won the Euromillions! Well, almost... Let’s just say my girls are now old enough... not to take Malarone, but to stop following me on all my adventures! Jackpot! "Flo, how about a little two-person caprice, just the two of us, tackling the Namibian tracks?"

As we landed on the runway, first wow effect: The horizon is immense. It’s flat as can be, incredibly flat... So much flat space! Did I mention it was flat?... Looking into the distance, it feels like your gaze could circle the Earth without hitting a single obstacle—until you end up staring at your own backside. "Oh, what a nice view!" Well, it’s the first time I’ve seen my butt from this angle! Touching moment... Sorry, I’m rambling—must be the exhaustion from the three-flight marathon we just powered through via Ethiopia and South Africa... And yet, no time to philosophize about my anatomy. As usual, we want to rack up our first kilometers to be front and center at dawn tomorrow. After wrapping up the tedious Namibian immigration formalities and meeting the 4x4 that’ll be our companion day and night for the next fifteen days, we’re off! We’re not exactly fresh, but we’re ready to tackle the next five hundred kilometers in night mode, cruise control set due south! Just outside Windhoek, the local wildlife—a jackal—welcomes us with a smile: "Welcome to Namibia!" That’s what it said! Honest... Okay, first endless straight road, first flaming sunset, first corrugated dirt track, first Milky Way with zero light pollution... You get it—it’s definitely the day of firsts... First night camping, too, in the big trunk of our Toyota Fortuner parked by the side of the track... The real adventure, the kind that smells under the arms, can finally begin...

It was winter, a winter with beautiful weather, A season that only exists in the southwest of America, I remember very well what I told you that morning A month ago... A century ago, an eternity ago... We’ll go... wherever you want, whenever you want...
Well, yeah, back from our adventure in our enchanting American West just a month ago, we’re already taking a bite out of one of its lesser-known competitors. "Flo, if you had to pick just one reason to justify your love for the U.S., what would it be?" The greasy, dripping burgers? No, I don’t think I’m going out on a limb by saying it’d be the wide-open spaces... And that’s exactly what our new quest is taking us to—a land on the other side of the globe where the horizon also seems endless, where silence tastes like salty wind and sand, where freedom is measured in kilometers of desert tracks, where the GPS is mostly there to confirm you’re lost in the middle of nowhere... Add to that magic formula the fact that you’ll see more zebras, giraffes, wildebeest, and elephants than people per square kilometer, and you can imagine us setting foot in Southern Africa for the first time, more precisely at the small airport in Windhoek, capital of... of...? Brush up on your geography, damn it! We’re landing in Namibia!!!

To be honest, Namibian landscapes have been flirting with me for ages. So how did I resist this island of temptation for so long? First, the budget. Let’s just say that for the same amount of effort (and kidneys), the bank lets you choose two other adventures almost anywhere else on the planet. Then there were my girls. Yeah, back then, they were too little to dose up on Malarone, the only malaria remedy at the time... Long story short, ten years later, all the planets have aligned. First, I won the Euromillions! Well, almost... Let’s just say my girls are now old enough... not to take Malarone, but to stop following me on all my adventures! Jackpot! "Flo, how about a little two-person caprice, just the two of us, tackling the Namibian tracks?"

As we landed on the runway, first wow effect: The horizon is immense. It’s flat as can be, incredibly flat... So much flat space! Did I mention it was flat?... Looking into the distance, it feels like your gaze could circle the Earth without hitting a single obstacle—until you end up staring at your own backside. "Oh, what a nice view!" Well, it’s the first time I’ve seen my butt from this angle! Touching moment... Sorry, I’m rambling—must be the exhaustion from the three-flight marathon we just powered through via Ethiopia and South Africa... And yet, no time to philosophize about my anatomy. As usual, we want to rack up our first kilometers to be front and center at dawn tomorrow. After wrapping up the tedious Namibian immigration formalities and meeting the 4x4 that’ll be our companion day and night for the next fifteen days, we’re off! We’re not exactly fresh, but we’re ready to tackle the next five hundred kilometers in night mode, cruise control set due south! Just outside Windhoek, the local wildlife—a jackal—welcomes us with a smile: "Welcome to Namibia!" That’s what it said! Honest... Okay, first endless straight road, first flaming sunset, first corrugated dirt track, first Milky Way with zero light pollution... You get it—it’s definitely the day of firsts... First night camping, too, in the big trunk of our Toyota Fortuner parked by the side of the track... The real adventure, the kind that smells under the arms, can finally begin...

Preamble: Why La Gomera?
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!

And we start the trip with music!
We start the trip with music!
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!

And we start the trip with music!
We start the trip with music!
Come along, I'm taking you to this country where it's so nice to wander and slow down...This trip was in 2023, but when I wanted to write my travel journal, VF was still closed to contributions... So, now that I've just finished my Japan travel journal here, I figured it was high time to honor this destination we came back from so enchanted. Disclaimer 1: This is a written travel journal. There’ll be text! Too much, for some! Disclaimer 2: This is an illustrated travel journal. There’ll be photos! Too many, for some!
I have to say, every time I try to discipline myself, to keep it shorter, to include fewer photos... I end up adding more. It feels like my dear Aunt Nicole, who exhausted us with her slide-show evenings in the 70s/80s, decided to take her revenge. The upside for you, readers, is that you can slip away anytime without offending Aunt Nicole. I won’t even notice!
Anyway, since I love maps, here’s one to give you an idea of where I’m taking you. As you can see, we only saw a tiny part of Laos (the areas circled in red); we only had 3 weeks for ourselves (my husband’s newly retired, I still work), and we prefer taking our time over rushing around like crazy.

In broad strokes, it was very classic:
First, we “settled in” at Luang Prabang (8 days), because we wanted and needed to. From there, we took three days to venture a little further north—not far in kilometers, but as we know, distances aren’t just about km! Then we flew south to Paksé, letting ourselves drift down to the 4,000 Islands while stopping by the pre-Angkorian archaeological sites. We wrapped up with the Bolaven Plateau.
A few practical notes: We arrived via Bangkok, then took a Bangkok-Luang Prabang flight, having picked up our luggage in Bangkok to check it in for Luang Prabang. No issues—the Bangkok airport, which many of you know, is very well organized. We got our visas on arrival in Luang Prabang. Quick, but to be fair, we were on a “small” plane, and the big flights had arrived earlier, so we weren’t too crowded in line! At the end of our trip, we didn’t fly out of Paksé but from the nearby airport in Thailand, Ubon Ratchathani (a 2.5-hour drive from Paksé), then Bangkok and Paris. You’ll notice we skipped Vientiane to stay longer in Luang Prabang. That said, there’s now a high-speed train between Vientiane and Luang Prabang—good to know—and soon the (Chinese) train will go all the way to Bangkok and even Kuala Lumpur!
With that intro out of the way, let’s dive into the heart of the matter. To be continued: Slowing down the pace... in Luang Prabang
I 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)
Hakuna matata!

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)
Hakuna matata!

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
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
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:





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:





April 5 - Day 1
After as many weeks as I have fingers on my right hand, we're hitting the road again, fully recovered from our pharaonic adventure. Back in France to drop off our daughters (sorry, girls!), this time it's just the two of us, ready to be welcomed by a new destination. They say it offers one of the richest cultural heritages in the world for those willing to put in the effort. It's the land of the ancient Silk Road, where we'll follow a journey steeped in history and discoveries straight out of *One Thousand and One Nights*. A former Soviet bloc region independent only since 1991, we'll be walking in the footsteps of Genghis Khan, Tamerlane, Alexander the Great, Marco Polo...
Another fun fact about this country: it's strictly forbidden to import porn on your phone. True story. The same goes for painkillers! Unless it's about sodomy—though the two don’t seem connected, that’s just how it is. Don’t ask me why! Anyway, I’m getting off track. Here’s the big question: Where do you think we’ve just landed?... To give you a hint, the locals are known for being incredibly welcoming. No sooner said than done—our first taxi driver, proud to transport French travelers, refused to let us pay for the ride. Great vibes for these two weeks ahead. So, any guesses? Uzbekistan!!!
After as many weeks as I have fingers on my right hand, we're hitting the road again, fully recovered from our pharaonic adventure. Back in France to drop off our daughters (sorry, girls!), this time it's just the two of us, ready to be welcomed by a new destination. They say it offers one of the richest cultural heritages in the world for those willing to put in the effort. It's the land of the ancient Silk Road, where we'll follow a journey steeped in history and discoveries straight out of *One Thousand and One Nights*. A former Soviet bloc region independent only since 1991, we'll be walking in the footsteps of Genghis Khan, Tamerlane, Alexander the Great, Marco Polo...
Another fun fact about this country: it's strictly forbidden to import porn on your phone. True story. The same goes for painkillers! Unless it's about sodomy—though the two don’t seem connected, that’s just how it is. Don’t ask me why! Anyway, I’m getting off track. Here’s the big question: Where do you think we’ve just landed?... To give you a hint, the locals are known for being incredibly welcoming. No sooner said than done—our first taxi driver, proud to transport French travelers, refused to let us pay for the ride. Great vibes for these two weeks ahead. So, any guesses? Uzbekistan!!!

Preamble
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.
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.
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)
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...
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.
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.
Day 1 – February 14
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?


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?


Hello everyone!
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.
Next episode coming soon: Ternate.
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.
Next episode coming soon: Ternate.
Hi everyone,
With my girlfriend Christelle, we’ve chosen South Africa for our first trip to Southern Africa, focusing on safaris—after a long debate with a Cape Town/Kruger combo. But that would’ve meant cutting out St Lucia, which would’ve been harder to fit into another trip. And St Lucia—thanks to Michel and all those travel journals—we really wanted to go there.
So our 11-night itinerary ended up like this, mostly shaped by school holidays: - 3 nights in St Lucia - 1 night in Hluhluwe - 1 night at Mkhaya Game Reserve (Eswatini) - 1 night at Hlane Royal National Park (Eswatini) - 3 nights in Kruger (Berg en Dal / Satara / Tamboti) - 1 night at Shindzela Tented Camp in the Timbavati private reserve - 1 final night in Kruger at Lower Sabie
All of this in the off-season and rainy season, just a month after catastrophic floods that killed over 150 people and seriously damaged Kruger’s infrastructure.
I’ll jump straight to St Lucia and skip the loooong journey to get there (with a layover in Frankfurt, landing in Johannesburg, a domestic flight to Durban, and the rest by rental SUV—First Car Rental, perfect, no complaints).
To motivate readers—especially some familiar faces here—I’ll drop in a first photo.

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.

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).
Contexte : une trentaine de jours, en scooter et en duo, sur Florès (et une petite incursion dans l'archipel de Solor, plus précisément à Lembata (chut, faut pas trop en parler !!!), qui donne envie d'en faire beaucoup plus là bas malgré les infrastructures sporadiques), en partie dans des destinations déjà bien connues du forum (la classique Ruteng / Bajawa / Riung / Moni voir baie de Maumere) ... et qui ne parlera pas du PN de Komodo ou de Wae Rebo, puisque nous n'y sommes pas allés 🏴☠️.
Texte en anglais (issu d'une autre plateforme). Sans nul doute, des traducteurs intelligents ou pas marcheront à merveille en cas d'anglophobie 🤪.
Disponible à toute fin utile pour des détails ou infos.
Equippement : Yam' Nmax 155 ; 2x saccoches cavalières (25L) + sac de selle (30L) + saccoche tunnel (15L pour le matos photo) ; casques et vêtements d'enduro amenés depuis la France.
Itinéraire : boucle depuis Labuan bajo jusqu'à Pulau Lembata ; juillet-août 2026
Road conditions graded from A (excellent) to D (very bad, at least for a Scooter… a CRF/KLX or even honda ADV would do better on that) D1 : Labuan Bajo – Reok via Ranggoe, Rego & Tagol (130km ; 5hrs). Section LBajo – Rego (90 km ; B) is quite good tarmac, despite a lot of elevation with many small valleys and passes. Rego – Tagol (10km ; D) is a stone road (not gravel), some ascents & very poor condition ; necessary to lower tyre pressure. Tagol – Reok port (22km, quality depends considerably from D to B). Reok port – Towncenter : B. Night @Iffah Homestay (100k for fan room, mandi attached, no breakfast), simple but clean. Notes : path to danau Sano Limbung was closed ; access to Tiwu Pai & Wae Kuli (waterfalls) not permitted in july 2026. D2 : Reok – Riung via Pota (105km ; 3h-3h30). The road is very narrow in some part, thanks to the uncut bushes (lowering visibility hence extra caution as animals/people can suddenly appear in a turn…) but generally good condition except many eroded sections and some unpaved ones. Grade C/B. 2 nights @Mentos (285k for AC room) D3 : Boat tour in Riung (booked directly with a captain, 800k for two for private boat incl. lunch and NP fees) + sunset from Watu Mitong Riung (should not be missed). D4 : Riung – Muku Saki via Mbay (around 100km ; 3h30). Quality varies from A in the vicinity of Mbay to eroded sections (C) in secluded places. Night @Sao Paolo Homestay (250k for fan room with mandi, maybe overpriced but nice house and great food). Note : if you happen to pass by Mbay on Saturday, the market is well worth a stop (cheapest Ikat on the trip : you’ll be asked normal prices providing you’re OK in Bahasa…) D5 : Muku Saki – Tanjung Kajuwulu (near Ndete) (90km, 3h). Many patholes, eroded (C). Night at Déjà Vu Homestay (220k for a matress on the floor & outside mandi/toilets ; I woud define this as a tourist trap – the quote we had for food was double priced too…) D6 : Tanjung Kajuwulu – Waiterang (east of Maumere, 55km , 1h30). Pathholes till maumere, then All good (TransFlores), C/A. Night at Sunset Cottage (new concrete room, very serene place ; 270k for AC with bathroom ; much prefered Sunset over Lena House (more customers, more built up). D7 : Waiterang – Larantuka via Boru and Eputobi (TransFlores ; grade A ; 115km / 2h40). Particularly liked the drink stalls (marked as Rest Area Eputobi) and the out of order aquatic park just before Larantuka (obyej wisata waiplatin). Night @ Dewy Onong Homestay, which is not advertising itself as Larantuka Beach Homestay as some contributor signals here and on goole maps review. Best breakfast of the trip (Cumi Cumi !!!) ; 275k for AC room with bathroom. D8 : Local Boat (Kapal Kayu) from the main port to Lembata (Lewoleba). Departure 8am ; price 60k/head + 50k for the bike. Stop enroute on Adonara (where we did not stop due to fights between communities). Night @Elmany Homestay (275k for AC room with bathroom, fan room with shared bathroom also available). Whole afternoon at Pantai Hadakewa, fantastic place (good snorkeling, great views of Ile Api aka Gn Lewotolo). Road condition : A (did not expect the TransLembata to be that good…). D9 : Loop around Ile Api (50km, 2hrs), anticlockwise. Stops enroute at Situs Tulang Paus (whale squeletton), pantai Jotona, pantai Wena (we expected to snorkel from there, but wind was very strong that day), situs Watu Nale, Selat Sonia. The western coast is far less interesting. Road conditions : bad (C) on the eastern side (up to Riangbeda), good (B/A) afterwards. Night @Elmany Homestay. D10 : Lewoleba – Lamalera via the western and south coast (70km, 2h30). Good road (B) for roughly the first 55km (up to Tapobali), then eroded track for the last 15km (in some parts steep and dangerous) up to Lamalera (D/C). Notes : 1/ Kuma resort denied us the entry for some drink ; 2/Pantai Waijarang « complex » is abandonned but closed with fences ; you can still sneak in ; 3/ some reports advise to skip Bukit Cinta (foreigner entry fee) for Bukit Doa Watomiten (stations of the cross) ; well Bukit Cinta has also been abandonned (well spent money…sic) but remains opened with structures falling (quickly) appart. Night @Lamalera Inn (200k per head including meals ; very basic fan room + attached mandi). Planned 2 nights, spent only one, as it’s the only tenant I had difficulties with (only interested in money, initially stated crazy prices, starts loud music at 6am … and drinking moke at 8am…) D11 : Trip to Wulandoni for the Barter Market (Saturday only). Bad road (C) along the coast. Had to report at the Kantor upon arrival, which quite surprisingly asked 100k per person (foreigner) to go inside the (outside) market. Other « local » tourists (a group from Jakarta) were not asked to pay. Well, since a market is a public space and not a zoo, we refused payment and enjoyed the activity from the kopi stall next to it. Returned then to Lamalera for the catches of the day, then to Lewoleba via the mountain road (45km, 2 hours). First 10km to Puor is in very bad condition and uphill (D/C). The remaining is on a newly constructed road (A). Note : Air Panas Sabutobo is abandonned and falling apart (again…) but there are still some water pipes along the river that you can enjoy (depending how lucky you are, just with the forest sounds as companion). Night @Elmany Homestay D12 : Chill day alond the northern coast (Batu Payung, Pantai Hadakewa with lot of snorkeling, drove till Wailolong and backtracked to Pantai Lewolein for more snorkeling (nice canyons there !) and another fantastic sunset over Ile Api (see GMaps pictures)). Night @Elmany Homestay D13 : Monday weekly market at Pada, southwest of Lewoleba. Renowned but honnestly dont plan any itinerary specifically for it, just an ordinary Kampung weekly market. Returned to Larantuka and Flores with the 12pm local boat (the same boat that leaves from Larantuka at 8am). Same prices as the first leg. Night @ Dewy Onong Homestay D14 : Larantuka – Waiterang along the northern coast (100km, 3h) via Pantai Kawaliwu, Tewuk Lewokluok (trail is easy to find, very nice snorkelling in a lagoon), Pantai Lato (to my opinion the most beautiful beach on Flores and you’ll be the only visitor, as opposed to Pantai Koka) and Pantai Hia, until rejoining the TransFlores near Nebe. Grade C on the costal eroded road / track. 3 nights @Lena Guesthouse (booked ahead as it fills up quickly, but we prefered its neighbour Sunset Beach Guesthouse) D15 : Snorkeling trip organised by Lena Guesthouse (200k per head excluding NP fees and lunch)). The drop-off near Pulau Babi is a very nice spot. D16 : scooter day trip around the Egon Range (too lazy to hike it…), through nice Sikka villages (route : Watublapi, Umauta, Bola, pantai Doreng, Nakatoli, foot of Gn Egon, Air panas Blidit). The track from Natakoli to the foot of Gn Egon is very steep, damaged and wet (with moss) ; I would recommend not to attempt that in case of bad weather. D17 : Waiterang – Moni (130km, 3h30, transflores grade A/B) via Pantai Koka (refused to pay the mafia entry fee…) and Jopu (some rumah Adat Lio). Stopped at Museum Bikon Blewut, south of Maumere. Very nice artefacts (especially wooden statues from Papuan, great ikat collection) although very disorganized and sadly non-visited (hence masterpieces fall into oblivion). 2 Nights @Liahz Lodge (150k for fan room, basic bathroom… but right next to Air Panas Liasembe (free, no closing time) !!!). D18 : Sunrise from Kelimutu with a nice weather (stayed until 8.30am). I don’t know if the sunrise is really worth it (lot of people ascending and watching the sunrise – a lot but nothing compared to e.g. Gn Bromo), nearly everyone going down around 7am, then there is virtually nobody. Trip (20km one way, good road B) to Kampung Adat Nggela (Lio). Although the village is habited and mostly out of the beaten path, I have mixed fillings due to the fact that most ladies (some are pushy) try to sell you (bad) pieces of ikat. D19 : Moni – Ende via Detusoko paddy fields, Kampung Adat Saga (Lio) and Puncak Ndona ; 75km 2h30. We really liked Saga (nice setting on the mountain, friendly villagers, no selling, mix between traditional and more modern houses in that lively village). Sunset from Bukit Raja, on the peninsula with a 360 view on Gn Iya, Gn Meja Kota Ende and the mountains behind. Note : at the end of the road (search for Gunung Meja Tourist Info Center), there is a (sand) track leading to the path. 1/ only intend the track if you have off road driving experience ; 2/ dont trust the walking time stated by Maps.me. Took us 45mins on a steady pace to reach the summit. Night @Hoja Homestay, 300k for a comfortable AC room with bathroom. D20 : Ende – Bajawa, via Air Panas Mengeruda ; grade A, 120km, 3 hours. Note : don’t plan to short in Mengeruda (Soa), very easy to spend a half day there, especially if playing with local kids. Stay @Cinnamon GH, 250k for double with fan and hot shower (cheaper options with shared hot shower availlable). D21 : First day in Bajawa : Watu Nari Wowo (Avatar Hill, sic…), Kampung Adat Ngada Tololela & Gurusina (very very friendly people, complementary views of Gn Inerie & Wolo Deru). Sunset from Puncak Manulalu (well… Heaven’s door Bar & Restaurant) D22 : Second day in Bajawa : Kampung Adat Ngio (hardly visited, best view on Gn Inerie), Air Panas Malanage, Kampung Adat Bena (the most visited Ngada village (after Bela ?) in the area, we went there at the end of the afternoon to avoid tours, early morning would be fine too), and Gunung Wolobobo for a terrific sunset D23 : returned to Gunung Wolobobo for sunrise with Gn Ebulobo in the distance (search for a track on the eastern slope, near the communication antenna). You can circuit the rim to the usual viewpoint (westside, sunset spot), the path is easy to find. Then took again the road to Aimere, visiting Kampung Adat Belaraghi enroute (the setting is maybe less rewarding than all the previous villages). 56km ; 1h30. The road to Belaraghi is fine, except the final part. D24 : Aimere – Ruteng (105km, 3h30). Nice detour by the paddy fields of Wodo (southwest of Golo Loni) of Sunset from Golo Curu (nice encounters with locals). Night @Tange GH, 130k for room with outside (private) bathroom, no breakfast. D25 : Surroundings of Ruteng (paddy fields north and east of ruteng ; Maps.me has funny tracks starting from Kenda), and the rather pleasant city itself (pasar, churches, lapangan). We finally skipped Liang Bua. D26 : Ruteng - Labuan Bajo (130km, 3h30). No visits of the waterfalls close to the TransFlores (entry fee (with bule prices) + mandatory guide etc…). Sunset from Bukit Hercadi with very few locals (Bukit Sylvia & Bukit Amelia, just south, were packed). 2 nights @Wellamas Homestay, away from the harbour and its advantages/disadvantages. 230k for comfortable AC room with hot shower. D27 : New road to Golo Mori Convention Center (another big money well spent…), with nice views on the strait separating Flores from Pulau Rinca. Some empty beaches (e.g. Pantai Pasir Pajang ; we were there on a weekday perhaps frequented by people from LBajo only). 30km (40 mins) one way, perhaps the fastest road of Flores… D28 : Morning on the peninsula north of Labuan Bajo before taking a flight to Jakarta in the afternoon. On Google maps, the asphalt road only goes to Teras Langit ; it now (august 2026) continues to Puncak Basok and is still in progress towards the eastern part of the peninsula. On the way back, two other nice Bukit where you can enjoy nice views on the bay (and the resorts…) : Bukit Lontar & Bukit Beta. Note : we only found one public (and nice and quiet) beach in the area ; tagged as Sunset Point Beach on Gmaps. All the rest was closed by fences ; they are privately owned (although the Indonesian consitution grants the coastline as public space).
We're a family of five: one dad, one mom, and three kids aged 10, 15, and 18.
Before diving into each stop in more detail, here are a few general thoughts:
We wanted to sample a bit of everything Japan has to offer in terms of landscapes, accommodation, and transport. We were after walks, temples, restaurants, shopping, and some downtime—but no "all-inclusive experiences" or museums for this first visit.
Three medium-sized (60x42x25) canvas suitcases, plus a duffel bag and a few small backpacks. 23 kg in the hold on the way out, 60 kg on the way back. 36 kg of shopping, without even trying. I think this is the maximum suitcase size if you don’t want to stress on the Shinkansen: they fit easily in the overhead racks.
Round-trip with Cathay Pacific, layover in Hong Kong: no need to collect luggage in Hong Kong—we checked it in at departure and picked it up in Tokyo, and the same on the way back (checked in Osaka, picked up at our final destination). This let us explore Hong Kong without worrying about our bags. Food and entertainment were pretty good—meals included a little Häagen-Dazs on each flight, and the entertainment had way more Asian cinema than you’d find on a Western airline, which was a nice way to see how much weight Western culture carries in Asia.
Initial itinerary: Tokyo (3 nights) Hakone (2 nights) Takayama (1 night) Kanazawa (2 nights) Kyoto (4 nights) Osaka (1 night) Ishigaki (3 nights)
The original plan was to fly directly from Ishigaki to Hong Kong, but due to Typhoon Dolphin, we had to cancel the Ishigaki leg. Cathay didn’t bat an eye about swapping the Ishigaki-HK flight for an Osaka-HK one, even though it was twice as long. We were a bit too attached to the idea of ending the trip with some beach time and replaced Ishigaki with Shirahama. It was a mistake—we should’ve visited Hiroshima or spent a little more time in Tokyo instead.
Before diving into each stop in more detail, here are a few general thoughts:
We wanted to sample a bit of everything Japan has to offer in terms of landscapes, accommodation, and transport. We were after walks, temples, restaurants, shopping, and some downtime—but no "all-inclusive experiences" or museums for this first visit.
Three medium-sized (60x42x25) canvas suitcases, plus a duffel bag and a few small backpacks. 23 kg in the hold on the way out, 60 kg on the way back. 36 kg of shopping, without even trying. I think this is the maximum suitcase size if you don’t want to stress on the Shinkansen: they fit easily in the overhead racks.
Round-trip with Cathay Pacific, layover in Hong Kong: no need to collect luggage in Hong Kong—we checked it in at departure and picked it up in Tokyo, and the same on the way back (checked in Osaka, picked up at our final destination). This let us explore Hong Kong without worrying about our bags. Food and entertainment were pretty good—meals included a little Häagen-Dazs on each flight, and the entertainment had way more Asian cinema than you’d find on a Western airline, which was a nice way to see how much weight Western culture carries in Asia.
Initial itinerary: Tokyo (3 nights) Hakone (2 nights) Takayama (1 night) Kanazawa (2 nights) Kyoto (4 nights) Osaka (1 night) Ishigaki (3 nights)
The original plan was to fly directly from Ishigaki to Hong Kong, but due to Typhoon Dolphin, we had to cancel the Ishigaki leg. Cathay didn’t bat an eye about swapping the Ishigaki-HK flight for an Osaka-HK one, even though it was twice as long. We were a bit too attached to the idea of ending the trip with some beach time and replaced Ishigaki with Shirahama. It was a mistake—we should’ve visited Hiroshima or spent a little more time in Tokyo instead.
Hi there,
Last February, I made a trip using "public transport" from France to southern Senegal via Spain, Morocco, Western Sahara, and Mauritania.
It’s a journey of about 5,000 km, where I took trains (as far as Marrakech), ferries (to cross Gibraltar and then to reach Casamance from Dakar), and mostly buses on the long desert straightaways. I hadn’t planned any stops in advance or booked any hotels, except for the very first train to Spain, which left plenty of room for the unexpected. Why travel by land and sea? In recent years, flight-free travel has been gaining popularity. On social media, posts explaining how to cross Europe by train as quickly as possible go viral. Traveling without flying—and making sure people know about it—has become a great way to earn a badge of eco-responsibility: an essential totem for anyone wanting to prove both their dedication to the ecological cause and the wisdom of slow travel. I haven’t flown in years, and this journey to West Africa could easily be filed under "responsible travel." But it wouldn’t be honest to say that: in reality, it wasn’t really my aversion to flying that motivated this long trek. I see overland travel primarily as a way to experience the world’s geography at a grounded, earthly pace—the pace of the locals. Besides, I’ll be flying back, which disqualifies any claim to being a model of sustainability. So no eco-badge, and no adventurer’s badge either: you won’t find any heroic tales of camel rides in lost lands or mineral train wagons in this account (popular with influencers, the Mauritania iron ore train now attracts tourists from all over the world, turning "the experience" into something you "have to do at least once in your life"). This five-part story, written on the road, has no other ambition than to recount a journey through places and people, and to share the thoughts they inspire in me. As simply and, I hope, as humbly as possible.
I’m posting the episodes here, which you can also find on my blog (with more photos) at the following links:
Episode 1: Spain, from Avignon to Algeciras
Episode 2: Morocco, from Tangier to Tarfaya
Episode 3: Western Sahara, from Tarfaya to Guerguerat
Episode 4: Mauritania, from Guerguerat to Nouakchott
Episode 5: Senegal, from Rosso to Saloulou
To help those who might want to make the same trip, I’ve also put together a summary of the route with recommendations—you can read it at the end of the story and on the blog: From France to Senegal Without Flying: Route and Itinerary Recommendations
Happy reading, and safe travels!
Last February, I made a trip using "public transport" from France to southern Senegal via Spain, Morocco, Western Sahara, and Mauritania.
It’s a journey of about 5,000 km, where I took trains (as far as Marrakech), ferries (to cross Gibraltar and then to reach Casamance from Dakar), and mostly buses on the long desert straightaways. I hadn’t planned any stops in advance or booked any hotels, except for the very first train to Spain, which left plenty of room for the unexpected. Why travel by land and sea? In recent years, flight-free travel has been gaining popularity. On social media, posts explaining how to cross Europe by train as quickly as possible go viral. Traveling without flying—and making sure people know about it—has become a great way to earn a badge of eco-responsibility: an essential totem for anyone wanting to prove both their dedication to the ecological cause and the wisdom of slow travel. I haven’t flown in years, and this journey to West Africa could easily be filed under "responsible travel." But it wouldn’t be honest to say that: in reality, it wasn’t really my aversion to flying that motivated this long trek. I see overland travel primarily as a way to experience the world’s geography at a grounded, earthly pace—the pace of the locals. Besides, I’ll be flying back, which disqualifies any claim to being a model of sustainability. So no eco-badge, and no adventurer’s badge either: you won’t find any heroic tales of camel rides in lost lands or mineral train wagons in this account (popular with influencers, the Mauritania iron ore train now attracts tourists from all over the world, turning "the experience" into something you "have to do at least once in your life"). This five-part story, written on the road, has no other ambition than to recount a journey through places and people, and to share the thoughts they inspire in me. As simply and, I hope, as humbly as possible.
I’m posting the episodes here, which you can also find on my blog (with more photos) at the following links:
Episode 1: Spain, from Avignon to Algeciras
Episode 2: Morocco, from Tangier to Tarfaya
Episode 3: Western Sahara, from Tarfaya to Guerguerat
Episode 4: Mauritania, from Guerguerat to Nouakchott
Episode 5: Senegal, from Rosso to Saloulou
To help those who might want to make the same trip, I’ve also put together a summary of the route with recommendations—you can read it at the end of the story and on the blog: From France to Senegal Without Flying: Route and Itinerary Recommendations
Happy reading, and safe travels!
Hello and welcome aboard this new travel journal!
We’re heading off to Ireland together—a country I’ve wanted to explore for a very long time.

The moment has finally arrived. We’ll be traveling as a family—my wife, my husband, and our 7-year-old daughter.
Here’s our itinerary:
24/07: Flight from Marseille to Dublin, overnight in Dublin 25/07: Dublin, overnight in Dublin 26/07: Dublin, overnight in Dublin 27/07: Pick up rental car, drive to Dingle, overnight near Tralee on the peninsula 28/07: Visit the Ring of Kerry 29/07: Adare, Bunratty Castle, Galway, overnight in Outheragh, near Galway 30/07: Cliffs of Moher, overnight in Outheragh 31/07: Connemara, overnight in Outheragh 01/08: Drive to Sligo via Westport and Downpatrick Head, overnight in Sligo 02/08: Slieve League, Silver Strand Beach, Glencolmcille, overnight in Sligo 03/08: Drive to Derry via Glenveagh National Park, overnight in Derry 04/08: Giant’s Causeway, Dunluce Castle, Portrush, Derry, overnight in Derry 05/08: Drive to Belfast, visit Belfast, overnight in Lisburn (Belfast suburbs) 06/08: Game of Thrones filming locations: Dark Hedges, Carrick-a-Rede, Ballintoy, etc., overnight in Lisburn 07/08: Drive to the Wicklow Mountains, visit Wicklow Mountains National Park, overnight in Blessington 08/08: Drive back to Dublin and return to Marseille.
Cost breakdown:
Flights:
Outbound flights with KLM via Amsterdam for 3: 175 € + 40,000 Flying Blue miles (so essentially a free ticket) Return flight with Aer Lingus for 3: 489 €

Rental car:
10 days booked with Enterprise via Carigami: 443 € including zero-excess insurance.

Accommodation:
Dublin: 3 nights at Maldron Hotel New Cross: 394 € Tralee: 2 nights in a caravan (Ocean Trail Oasis): 292 € Outheragh: 3 nights Airbnb, family room with private bathroom: 430 € Sligo: 2 nights at Clayton Hotel: 456 € Derry: 2 nights at Belfray Inn: 255 € Lisburn: 2 nights at Temple Golf Club: 232 € Blessington: 1 night at Baltyboys Lodges B&B: 158 €

That brings our total to 3,325 € for three.
On the ground, visits, fuel, and food cost around 2,500 €. So this was quite an expensive trip. A few price examples: 1 liter of unleaded fuel: 1.89 € 3-day pass in Dublin: 18 € 1 scoop of ice cream: 5 to 6.5 € Castle visit: 15 € per person A coffee: 3-4 € A glass of wine at a restaurant: 8-10 € A half-pint of Guinness: 7-12 €

Now, here’s the day-by-day account of our adventure in Ireland:

The moment has finally arrived. We’ll be traveling as a family—my wife, my husband, and our 7-year-old daughter.
Here’s our itinerary:
24/07: Flight from Marseille to Dublin, overnight in Dublin 25/07: Dublin, overnight in Dublin 26/07: Dublin, overnight in Dublin 27/07: Pick up rental car, drive to Dingle, overnight near Tralee on the peninsula 28/07: Visit the Ring of Kerry 29/07: Adare, Bunratty Castle, Galway, overnight in Outheragh, near Galway 30/07: Cliffs of Moher, overnight in Outheragh 31/07: Connemara, overnight in Outheragh 01/08: Drive to Sligo via Westport and Downpatrick Head, overnight in Sligo 02/08: Slieve League, Silver Strand Beach, Glencolmcille, overnight in Sligo 03/08: Drive to Derry via Glenveagh National Park, overnight in Derry 04/08: Giant’s Causeway, Dunluce Castle, Portrush, Derry, overnight in Derry 05/08: Drive to Belfast, visit Belfast, overnight in Lisburn (Belfast suburbs) 06/08: Game of Thrones filming locations: Dark Hedges, Carrick-a-Rede, Ballintoy, etc., overnight in Lisburn 07/08: Drive to the Wicklow Mountains, visit Wicklow Mountains National Park, overnight in Blessington 08/08: Drive back to Dublin and return to Marseille.
Cost breakdown:
Flights:
Outbound flights with KLM via Amsterdam for 3: 175 € + 40,000 Flying Blue miles (so essentially a free ticket) Return flight with Aer Lingus for 3: 489 €

Rental car:
10 days booked with Enterprise via Carigami: 443 € including zero-excess insurance.

Accommodation:
Dublin: 3 nights at Maldron Hotel New Cross: 394 € Tralee: 2 nights in a caravan (Ocean Trail Oasis): 292 € Outheragh: 3 nights Airbnb, family room with private bathroom: 430 € Sligo: 2 nights at Clayton Hotel: 456 € Derry: 2 nights at Belfray Inn: 255 € Lisburn: 2 nights at Temple Golf Club: 232 € Blessington: 1 night at Baltyboys Lodges B&B: 158 €

That brings our total to 3,325 € for three.
On the ground, visits, fuel, and food cost around 2,500 €. So this was quite an expensive trip. A few price examples: 1 liter of unleaded fuel: 1.89 € 3-day pass in Dublin: 18 € 1 scoop of ice cream: 5 to 6.5 € Castle visit: 15 € per person A coffee: 3-4 € A glass of wine at a restaurant: 8-10 € A half-pint of Guinness: 7-12 €

Now, here’s the day-by-day account of our adventure in Ireland:
Day 1 – December 6
Our decision is our decision. And it’s firm and final. Next winter, our plane will spread its great wings toward the island of Ceylon! "Wait a minute... Ceylon... Ceylon... that name rings a bell, but I can’t quite place it on the globe Grandma gave me for Christmas! Ceylon... Oh right, I’ve got it: Ceylon is the name of my tea!" Exactly. But the name on your pretty tea box is also the one used until 1972 for this island nation, a speck on the Indian Ocean at the southern tip of the Indian subcontinent: Sri Lanka!
For this new adventure, I’m exceptionally leaving my Flo behind, cowardly replaced by a double dose of testosterone. To write the book of this journey with me, I’m bringing along my brother, who’s used to this kind of thing, and... a guest star: My model of resilience. My dad! All aboard! Or rather, all aboard our tuk-tuk! Yes, you read that right: A real tuk-tuk, a little colorful rolling box that putters along at two miles an hour. The idea? Well, Sri Lanka and its winding roads overlooking the vastness of lush nature are tailor-made for this kind of vehicle. And since it’s one of only two countries in the world that allow foreigners to rent and drive these mini speedsters, we’ll be crisscrossing the island in our two-square-meter rolling box. Plus, adopting this mode of transport is a surefire way to connect directly with the locals, who’ll surely be curious to see a foreigner driving their iconic vehicle. Not to mention the... let’s say... spicy anecdotes it might generate. I mean, heading into a subtropical zone with my jet-black dad and his unpredictable digestive flora while deliberately choosing the tuk-tuk as our *only* means of transport? That’s the winning combo for an unforgettable adventure! "More seriously, Dad, Sullivan, I’m already loving the idea of living this adventure together, the three of us—brothers and father..."
So, does the intro to this new adventure get your salivary glands going? Yes? Too bad. Because unfortunately, the program handed out by the lady at the entrance has been slightly... let’s say *crumpled*. Some might even say "scrunched up and nearly tossed in the trash." First, six days ago, as the countdown echoed in us like a call to adventure, Cyclone Ditwah grabbed Sri Lanka, played with it like a rag doll, and left it battered on the ground. The toll is devastating: over a thousand dead, thousands of homes wiped out by relentless rains, roads and railways swallowed by massive mudslides. A country wounded once again, after the civil war, the 2004 tsunami, and the post-Covid economic crisis.
But as if this weather disaster wasn’t enough to shake our unbreakable adventurer spirit, fate decided to mess with us further by cutting our trio down to two. The victim? My brother, violently turned away because of a simple date on his passport that didn’t match the border officials’ expectations. Return to sender!
So now it’s just the two of us allowed to board the Qatar Airways Airbus A380 for this trip. If he were here, Denis Brognart would say, "And in the end, only one remains!" Except I know you’ll be with us, following our adventures! Right?
Our decision is our decision. And it’s firm and final. Next winter, our plane will spread its great wings toward the island of Ceylon! "Wait a minute... Ceylon... Ceylon... that name rings a bell, but I can’t quite place it on the globe Grandma gave me for Christmas! Ceylon... Oh right, I’ve got it: Ceylon is the name of my tea!" Exactly. But the name on your pretty tea box is also the one used until 1972 for this island nation, a speck on the Indian Ocean at the southern tip of the Indian subcontinent: Sri Lanka!
For this new adventure, I’m exceptionally leaving my Flo behind, cowardly replaced by a double dose of testosterone. To write the book of this journey with me, I’m bringing along my brother, who’s used to this kind of thing, and... a guest star: My model of resilience. My dad! All aboard! Or rather, all aboard our tuk-tuk! Yes, you read that right: A real tuk-tuk, a little colorful rolling box that putters along at two miles an hour. The idea? Well, Sri Lanka and its winding roads overlooking the vastness of lush nature are tailor-made for this kind of vehicle. And since it’s one of only two countries in the world that allow foreigners to rent and drive these mini speedsters, we’ll be crisscrossing the island in our two-square-meter rolling box. Plus, adopting this mode of transport is a surefire way to connect directly with the locals, who’ll surely be curious to see a foreigner driving their iconic vehicle. Not to mention the... let’s say... spicy anecdotes it might generate. I mean, heading into a subtropical zone with my jet-black dad and his unpredictable digestive flora while deliberately choosing the tuk-tuk as our *only* means of transport? That’s the winning combo for an unforgettable adventure! "More seriously, Dad, Sullivan, I’m already loving the idea of living this adventure together, the three of us—brothers and father..."
So, does the intro to this new adventure get your salivary glands going? Yes? Too bad. Because unfortunately, the program handed out by the lady at the entrance has been slightly... let’s say *crumpled*. Some might even say "scrunched up and nearly tossed in the trash." First, six days ago, as the countdown echoed in us like a call to adventure, Cyclone Ditwah grabbed Sri Lanka, played with it like a rag doll, and left it battered on the ground. The toll is devastating: over a thousand dead, thousands of homes wiped out by relentless rains, roads and railways swallowed by massive mudslides. A country wounded once again, after the civil war, the 2004 tsunami, and the post-Covid economic crisis.
But as if this weather disaster wasn’t enough to shake our unbreakable adventurer spirit, fate decided to mess with us further by cutting our trio down to two. The victim? My brother, violently turned away because of a simple date on his passport that didn’t match the border officials’ expectations. Return to sender!
So now it’s just the two of us allowed to board the Qatar Airways Airbus A380 for this trip. If he were here, Denis Brognart would say, "And in the end, only one remains!" Except I know you’ll be with us, following our adventures! Right?
This trip had been on my mind for about fifteen years.
But the discomfort of overnight stays, the difficulty of communication, and the prices of the few car rental options kept making me postpone the project.
And then, everything suddenly fell into place—I told myself, it’s time!
The preparations took longer than usual; the destination is still far from mainstream.
A bit of Kazakhstan? Not in the end.
The south or not the south? Yes, in the end.
Pre-book or go with the flow? Only two stops were a leap into the unknown.
To help me find the ideal route, I made great use of this forum (thanks to everyone for patiently answering my questions!), pored over travel journals and blogs (Christian, Jeff), zoomed in on Google Maps and Yandex, and bought the guide published by OunTravela about this destination (the guide has been updated since).
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You’ve got your passport, international driver’s license, bank cards, and euros?
Off we go to Lyon—just one night left before our early morning flight.
Tomorrow night, we’ll be sleeping in Bishkek! (Steak for my partner’s mischievous nephews...)

You’ll find here a post with some practical information.
And here, the version of the travel journal without comments.
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As a supplement, the route track. Not necessarily ultra-accurate since Google has serious gaps for this destination...
From Bishkek to Karakol:

From Karakol to Kochkor:

From Kochkor to Baetov:

From Baetov to Kara-Köl:

From Kara-Köl to Bishkek:


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.
---/---
As a supplement, the route track. Not necessarily ultra-accurate since Google has serious gaps for this destination...
From Bishkek to Karakol:

From Karakol to Kochkor:

From Kochkor to Baetov:

From Baetov to Kara-Köl:

From Kara-Köl to Bishkek:


Hello everyone, I’m happy to welcome you to this new travel journal.
We’re heading to Costa Rica together—a Central American destination that dreams are made of for many French travelers and attracts crowds from France.

It was the country’s wild nature and safety that convinced us to go, since we’re traveling with our 7-year-old little one. We didn’t have much vacation time in February 2026 (only 12 days), so we optimized as much as possible.

Here’s the itinerary: Wednesday, February 11: Flight from Marseille to San Jose via Paris and Atlanta Thursday, February 12: Pick up the car, drive to Poas Volcano, visit La Paz Waterfall Gardens Friday, February 13: Poas Volcano and drive to Manuel Antonio Saturday, February 14: Manuel Antonio National Park Sunday, February 15: Nauyaca Waterfall and Playa Linda Monday, February 16: Drive to Monte Verde and Santa Elena Reserve Tuesday, February 17: El Tigre Waterfall Reserve and Treetopia Park Wednesday, February 18: Monte Verde Reserve with a guide and drive to La Fortuna Thursday, February 19: Sloth guided tour, Observatory Lodge Park Friday, February 20: Arenal Volcano National Park, Termalistas del Arenal hot springs, and night tour Saturday, February 21: Return to San Jose, flight to Paris via Atlanta Sunday, February 22: Arrival in Paris and flight to Marseille. That gives us a solid 9 days in the country.

Budget breakdown: Costa Rica is an expensive country, but no more so than France. However, almost all hikes and waterfalls are paid entry, which can really add up. For meals, sodas (6–10 €) are cheaper than restaurants (10–20 € per dish).

Flights: We chose Delta Airlines for the price: Marseille to San Jose was 740 € per person (modifiable, with checked baggage and seat selection included). Other direct flights from Europe were priced between 1200 € and 1600 € with more restrictive conditions. That’s 2220 € for the family.

Accommodations: Alajuela, first night: 139 € (1 night) at Rodeo Estancia Boutique Hotel, with personalized airport pickup, transfer to the hotel, and a briefing from Vert Costa Rica agency the next day. Poas: 66 € (1 night) at Cabañas Tierra Fértil (entire apartment). Manuel Antonio: 394 € (3 nights) at La Palapa Ecolodge (hotel in the jungle). Monte Verde: Chalet Aloha Monteverde Cloud Forest (2 bedrooms): 125 € (2 nights). La Fortuna: Arenal Dream Garden (1 bedroom): 217 € (3 nights). Total: 941 €.

Car rental: I went through Vert Costa Rica agency (Vincent is a French expat who set up the agency in Costa Rica and makes great YouTube videos with useful tips). I rented a 4x4 that was delivered to the hotel the day after arrival and returned at the airport before the flight. The total was 772 €, including full insurance (zero deductible), a child seat, and a phone with a Costa Rican SIM and WhatsApp. The rental company was Poas Rent a Car. The vehicle was well-maintained—no complaints. Gas: 100 € for the whole trip (3 fill-ups).

Activities: To get discounts, I bought the pass offered by Vincent, which paid for itself after just one activity. It cost me 30 € (promo since I rented the car through him). Prices are for 3 people. I’ve added stars to rate them: La Paz Waterfall Gardens ****: 112 € Poas Volcano National Park *: 33 € Manuel Antonio National Park ****: 35 € Nauyaca Waterfall ***: 25 € Santa Elena Reserve **: 45 € El Tigre Waterfall Reserve ****: 141 € (with meal) Treetopia (ziplining, suspension bridges) **: 250 € Guided tour of Monte Verde Reserve ***: 113 € Sloth guided tour (with breakfast) ***: 115 € Arenal Observatory Lodge (with meal) ****: 102 € Arenal Volcano National Park *: 34 € Termalistas del Arenal ****: 20 € Night tour ***: 116 € Total: 1171 €.

Meals: 600 € My favorite restaurants: Poas: Food court Mercaditas in Fraijanes Manuel Antonio (near La Palapa): La Langosta and also El Patio Near Nauyaca Waterfall: Ricar2 el Avión Between Manuel Antonio and Monte Verde: Soda D’Calle Santa Elena: HG’s Food Guadalupe (between Monte Verde and La Fortuna): Soda Río Piedras Arenal Observatory Lodge restaurant Arenal Oasis Ecolodge restaurant

Other expenses: 300 € (groceries for breakfast, drinks, ice cream, souvenirs, etc.) Total overall: 6065 € (about 2020 € per person).
Now, here’s the day-by-day account of this beautiful trip.
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It was the country’s wild nature and safety that convinced us to go, since we’re traveling with our 7-year-old little one. We didn’t have much vacation time in February 2026 (only 12 days), so we optimized as much as possible.

Here’s the itinerary: Wednesday, February 11: Flight from Marseille to San Jose via Paris and Atlanta Thursday, February 12: Pick up the car, drive to Poas Volcano, visit La Paz Waterfall Gardens Friday, February 13: Poas Volcano and drive to Manuel Antonio Saturday, February 14: Manuel Antonio National Park Sunday, February 15: Nauyaca Waterfall and Playa Linda Monday, February 16: Drive to Monte Verde and Santa Elena Reserve Tuesday, February 17: El Tigre Waterfall Reserve and Treetopia Park Wednesday, February 18: Monte Verde Reserve with a guide and drive to La Fortuna Thursday, February 19: Sloth guided tour, Observatory Lodge Park Friday, February 20: Arenal Volcano National Park, Termalistas del Arenal hot springs, and night tour Saturday, February 21: Return to San Jose, flight to Paris via Atlanta Sunday, February 22: Arrival in Paris and flight to Marseille. That gives us a solid 9 days in the country.

Budget breakdown: Costa Rica is an expensive country, but no more so than France. However, almost all hikes and waterfalls are paid entry, which can really add up. For meals, sodas (6–10 €) are cheaper than restaurants (10–20 € per dish).

Flights: We chose Delta Airlines for the price: Marseille to San Jose was 740 € per person (modifiable, with checked baggage and seat selection included). Other direct flights from Europe were priced between 1200 € and 1600 € with more restrictive conditions. That’s 2220 € for the family.

Accommodations: Alajuela, first night: 139 € (1 night) at Rodeo Estancia Boutique Hotel, with personalized airport pickup, transfer to the hotel, and a briefing from Vert Costa Rica agency the next day. Poas: 66 € (1 night) at Cabañas Tierra Fértil (entire apartment). Manuel Antonio: 394 € (3 nights) at La Palapa Ecolodge (hotel in the jungle). Monte Verde: Chalet Aloha Monteverde Cloud Forest (2 bedrooms): 125 € (2 nights). La Fortuna: Arenal Dream Garden (1 bedroom): 217 € (3 nights). Total: 941 €.

Car rental: I went through Vert Costa Rica agency (Vincent is a French expat who set up the agency in Costa Rica and makes great YouTube videos with useful tips). I rented a 4x4 that was delivered to the hotel the day after arrival and returned at the airport before the flight. The total was 772 €, including full insurance (zero deductible), a child seat, and a phone with a Costa Rican SIM and WhatsApp. The rental company was Poas Rent a Car. The vehicle was well-maintained—no complaints. Gas: 100 € for the whole trip (3 fill-ups).

Activities: To get discounts, I bought the pass offered by Vincent, which paid for itself after just one activity. It cost me 30 € (promo since I rented the car through him). Prices are for 3 people. I’ve added stars to rate them: La Paz Waterfall Gardens ****: 112 € Poas Volcano National Park *: 33 € Manuel Antonio National Park ****: 35 € Nauyaca Waterfall ***: 25 € Santa Elena Reserve **: 45 € El Tigre Waterfall Reserve ****: 141 € (with meal) Treetopia (ziplining, suspension bridges) **: 250 € Guided tour of Monte Verde Reserve ***: 113 € Sloth guided tour (with breakfast) ***: 115 € Arenal Observatory Lodge (with meal) ****: 102 € Arenal Volcano National Park *: 34 € Termalistas del Arenal ****: 20 € Night tour ***: 116 € Total: 1171 €.

Meals: 600 € My favorite restaurants: Poas: Food court Mercaditas in Fraijanes Manuel Antonio (near La Palapa): La Langosta and also El Patio Near Nauyaca Waterfall: Ricar2 el Avión Between Manuel Antonio and Monte Verde: Soda D’Calle Santa Elena: HG’s Food Guadalupe (between Monte Verde and La Fortuna): Soda Río Piedras Arenal Observatory Lodge restaurant Arenal Oasis Ecolodge restaurant

Other expenses: 300 € (groceries for breakfast, drinks, ice cream, souvenirs, etc.) Total overall: 6065 € (about 2020 € per person).
Now, here’s the day-by-day account of this beautiful trip.
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In early March, full of carefree joy and happy to return to Morocco, we landed in Marrakech under the sun.
We spent just one night in Marrakech at the Hôtel Toulousain, as we did on our previous trip. And we booked our 3 nights for the end of our trip, the second half of March... Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! But we’re not there yet...
Our first goal is to reach Magdaz, a mountain village in the Tessaout Valley, sometimes called the lost valley. We discovered the village of Magdaz on this forum, and we were charmed by the photos and comments from travelers who came before us. The road is easy—it’s dry, and the tarmac takes us right to the village gates at over 2,000 meters above sea level. We arrive in the afternoon and are left speechless by the beauty of the place. A jewel of Berber architecture! Perfectly restored granaries and kasbahs!

A young man from the village guides us on the visit and opens the doors to the terraces overlooking the village.
Several magnificent collective granaries have been beautifully restored. The warm colors of the stone capture the light wonderfully. It’s stunning!


We won’t find anything decent to stay overnight there, so we head back down a bit and settle in at the Assounfou guesthouse. Lovely welcome. The place is in excellent condition and very clean. It’s spacious, but we’re the only ones there. First day full of promise!
Our first goal is to reach Magdaz, a mountain village in the Tessaout Valley, sometimes called the lost valley. We discovered the village of Magdaz on this forum, and we were charmed by the photos and comments from travelers who came before us. The road is easy—it’s dry, and the tarmac takes us right to the village gates at over 2,000 meters above sea level. We arrive in the afternoon and are left speechless by the beauty of the place. A jewel of Berber architecture! Perfectly restored granaries and kasbahs!


A young man from the village guides us on the visit and opens the doors to the terraces overlooking the village.
Several magnificent collective granaries have been beautifully restored. The warm colors of the stone capture the light wonderfully. It’s stunning!


We won’t find anything decent to stay overnight there, so we head back down a bit and settle in at the Assounfou guesthouse. Lovely welcome. The place is in excellent condition and very clean. It’s spacious, but we’re the only ones there. First day full of promise!
You can post your personal photos in the following thread: https://voyageforum.com/forum/quelque-part-en-thailande-d10655574/
This travel journal is therefore intended solely for my photos, to present a consistent style. All the shots were taken with a simple Samsung Galaxy smartphone and with whatever was at hand.
All stays combined, I’ve spent the equivalent of a year at most in Thailand, and I’m no great expert. However, after many trips, lots of reading on VoyageForum and other sites, and conversations with many locals as well as expats, my view of the country is becoming clearer, though it’s constantly evolving. You never stop discovering and learning.
I guess I wanted to deliver a puzzle, mainly for those who want to get an idea of the country here and for those who feel nostalgic about it. I don’t know if this minimalist sharing will interest anyone, but it’ll do me good to put it together. After so many months without traveling and then these other long months with VF closed, there’s plenty of material available.
There’ll be a mix of places, periods, and subjects, but it might well be intentional.

I suspect many Thais have dogs because they make excellent guardians for the home. Nothing better to deter burglars or to signal the presence of a snake. You’ll often see Thais tapping the top of their dog’s head, but don’t be fooled: it’s a sign of affection from them. Judging by the dogs’ reactions, they’re used to it.
Thailand is one of the countries on the planet where rabies is still present, so keep that in mind. It’s not just bites that can be dangerous, so don’t let just any dog lick you. Especially on a wound, of course. Even though dogs often fear humans—this dangerous and unpredictable predator—we still need to stay cautious. Be careful when walking into alleys because the dog will defend its master’s big yard. Be careful at night, and be careful when they’re in packs. It sometimes crosses our minds that Thailand isn’t all that made for walking around, and dogs are one of the reasons. That said, it’s not uncommon to see them chasing bikes or scooters. Cars, though? Much rarer—they’re too big.
It seems Thais prefer to give their dogs freedom by not locking them behind gates. Though sometimes the gate is closed, the little side door is wide open. Oh, and sometimes there’s no gate in front of the property, or it’s been full of holes for years.
You’ll often see dogs sleeping on the roadside, sometimes right on the road. When you approach, they move aside nonchalantly—or not at all. It’s less funny when they suddenly appear from thick vegetation, reminding visitors not to drive too fast. As a result, you’ll notice that dogs with injuries or missing legs aren’t that rare.
Since they believe in reincarnation and respect for all forms of life, they don’t chase dog packs away too much, and they don’t sterilize them enough. When you see a small pack roaming freely in the countryside, you think twice about running into them at the edge of a field. A darker side of this is that euthanasia isn’t often practiced. Twice, we saw dogs at death’s door in temples, enduring terrible suffering with no one to help. The image (and the smell) of one of them, agonizing and exuding the stench of death, still comes back to me sometimes.
Some of you may have seen the YouTube vlog of a French woman living in Phuket who was given a little pig by her Thai friends. The animal, well-fed, quickly became a happy and enormous beast with its own garden. Yet it didn’t take long for it to fall seriously ill and become incurable. In her video, the French woman described how difficult it was to find a vet willing to perform euthanasia.
You’ll often see bowls by the side of the road. Thais leave food and water there for stray cats and dogs. Overall, they have a big heart for animals.
If you ever pop into a shopping mall, you might see people pushing their small dogs in strollers. It’s not just for fun—these strollers are provided for customers to put their pets in, otherwise you can’t bring them inside. It looks a bit odd when you expect to see a baby.
This travel journal is therefore intended solely for my photos, to present a consistent style. All the shots were taken with a simple Samsung Galaxy smartphone and with whatever was at hand.
All stays combined, I’ve spent the equivalent of a year at most in Thailand, and I’m no great expert. However, after many trips, lots of reading on VoyageForum and other sites, and conversations with many locals as well as expats, my view of the country is becoming clearer, though it’s constantly evolving. You never stop discovering and learning.
I guess I wanted to deliver a puzzle, mainly for those who want to get an idea of the country here and for those who feel nostalgic about it. I don’t know if this minimalist sharing will interest anyone, but it’ll do me good to put it together. After so many months without traveling and then these other long months with VF closed, there’s plenty of material available.
There’ll be a mix of places, periods, and subjects, but it might well be intentional.

I suspect many Thais have dogs because they make excellent guardians for the home. Nothing better to deter burglars or to signal the presence of a snake. You’ll often see Thais tapping the top of their dog’s head, but don’t be fooled: it’s a sign of affection from them. Judging by the dogs’ reactions, they’re used to it.
Thailand is one of the countries on the planet where rabies is still present, so keep that in mind. It’s not just bites that can be dangerous, so don’t let just any dog lick you. Especially on a wound, of course. Even though dogs often fear humans—this dangerous and unpredictable predator—we still need to stay cautious. Be careful when walking into alleys because the dog will defend its master’s big yard. Be careful at night, and be careful when they’re in packs. It sometimes crosses our minds that Thailand isn’t all that made for walking around, and dogs are one of the reasons. That said, it’s not uncommon to see them chasing bikes or scooters. Cars, though? Much rarer—they’re too big.
It seems Thais prefer to give their dogs freedom by not locking them behind gates. Though sometimes the gate is closed, the little side door is wide open. Oh, and sometimes there’s no gate in front of the property, or it’s been full of holes for years.
You’ll often see dogs sleeping on the roadside, sometimes right on the road. When you approach, they move aside nonchalantly—or not at all. It’s less funny when they suddenly appear from thick vegetation, reminding visitors not to drive too fast. As a result, you’ll notice that dogs with injuries or missing legs aren’t that rare.
Since they believe in reincarnation and respect for all forms of life, they don’t chase dog packs away too much, and they don’t sterilize them enough. When you see a small pack roaming freely in the countryside, you think twice about running into them at the edge of a field. A darker side of this is that euthanasia isn’t often practiced. Twice, we saw dogs at death’s door in temples, enduring terrible suffering with no one to help. The image (and the smell) of one of them, agonizing and exuding the stench of death, still comes back to me sometimes.
Some of you may have seen the YouTube vlog of a French woman living in Phuket who was given a little pig by her Thai friends. The animal, well-fed, quickly became a happy and enormous beast with its own garden. Yet it didn’t take long for it to fall seriously ill and become incurable. In her video, the French woman described how difficult it was to find a vet willing to perform euthanasia.
You’ll often see bowls by the side of the road. Thais leave food and water there for stray cats and dogs. Overall, they have a big heart for animals.
If you ever pop into a shopping mall, you might see people pushing their small dogs in strollers. It’s not just for fun—these strollers are provided for customers to put their pets in, otherwise you can’t bring them inside. It looks a bit odd when you expect to see a baby.
Hi everyone,
We (two adults, 74 and 70 years old) had already shared a travel journal about our first trip to the Philippines in February/March 2019 on this forum (https://voyageforum.com/v.f?post=9377175;search_string=carnet%20philippines). We had visited Manila, the Banaue rice terraces, Sagada, the Visayas (Bohol, Siquijor, Dumaguette), and on our way back to Luzon, the Taal volcano before returning to France. Delighted by this trip, organized by the French-speaking agency Alizé, we decided to further explore this beautiful country, this time focusing on Coron and Palawan.
Before writing this journal, I should mention that these are personal comments and don’t reflect any differing opinions. Without any literary or photographic talent, I’ll stick to the facts and share a few details about the visits, hotels, and restaurants.
Preparations
We decided to return in mid-January 2025 and consulted three French-speaking tour operators to create a trip based on our wishes (places to visit, type of accommodation) and budget. Comparing three operators helped us weigh their advice and make our choices. Only our first operator respected the budget, a second came close, and the third proposed a slightly more upscale trip. In the end, we chose the agency from our first trip. Our discussions helped refine our itinerary, and when we reviewed it point by point, the document provided was perfect, full of great tips. The most debated point was a 3-day, 2-night cruise between Coron and Palawan. We were tempted but worried about being the only "older" travelers among younger people and feared two uncomfortable nights. Reassured by our tour operator, we finally opted for this "exploration." We’ll come back to that later. Once the choice was made and dates set, we booked our international flights with Cathay Pacific for 750 € per person, which offers the best schedules (short layovers) at an acceptable price for flights arriving in Cebu. Our trip started on February 25 and returned to Paris on March 15.
International flights
The round-trip flights went smoothly. Cathay does the job well, without frills. The service quality seems to have slightly declined compared to our previous trips with them. Hong Kong Airport is huge but very practical. Note that not all airlines serve Cebu. Recommendation: Fill out your Philippine entry form within 72 hours before your flight. This can prevent issues with the airline (possible boarding refusal) and saves a lot of time upon arrival (see the Philippine embassy website).
Domestic flights
For our two domestic flights—Cebu to Coron and Puerto Princesa to Cebu—our tour operator chose Philippine Airlines and their propeller planes. No problems there.
Day 1: We landed around 12 PM (local time) after 17 hours of travel. A driver was waiting for us at the airport exit and took us to our hotel, intentionally chosen near the airport (Mandaue, about 10 minutes away) to help us recover and get a good night’s sleep before our early morning domestic flight the next day. The Mayoo Hotel, reasonably priced, was perfect for this. Large, beautiful room in a new building—clean, comfortable, with a spa. We could relax by the pool on the 16th floor and enjoy the city view. The breakfast was exceptional, and the staff was smiling, attentive, and helpful. An ATM in the lobby allowed for withdrawals. However, the hotel is in a neighborhood with nothing to see or do. We dined at the Korean restaurant K-GOGI across from the hotel—a real attraction and a great discovery.
Day 2: After a restful night, we were driven to the airport around 6:30 AM for an 8:10 AM flight from Cebu to Busuanga (Coron).

The flight was uneventful. Upon arrival, we paid 200 pesos per person for the Coron tourist fee before a 40-minute transfer to our hotel: Natura Resort, located outside the city in a secluded spot. The setting is stunning—a beautifully maintained tropical garden, a pleasant pool, and the option to book massages. The cottages are tropical-style with thatched roofs, simple and unpretentious.

The owner, who speaks French, told us that given the heat and our ages, climbing the 721 steps to the top of Mount Tapyas wasn’t necessary. She gave us a few rooftop recommendations to watch the sunset over Coron Bay. After a good swim in the pool and a meal at the resort’s pleasant restaurant, we hired a tricycle to go into town. We were told it costs 150 pesos one way, and depending on the return time, it could exceed 250 pesos. But our driver gave us his WhatsApp number and charged the same price regardless of the time. He just earned two days’ worth of customers. He dropped us off at the port where bangkas (local boats) gather for day trips. It was the end of the day, so there was a rush. A few shops around the port sold waterproof bags for marine excursions at reasonable prices (compared to back home), after some bargaining. We wandered the town’s alleys looking for the Top Hotel, whose rooftop is famous. Indeed, it’s perfectly located to admire the sunset and enjoy a refreshing drink.



We dined nearby at a small Chinese restaurant, then just had to call our driver to head back. The night wasn’t entirely restful—our hotel had a soundtrack of all the countryside animals, and it seemed they had no set bedtime! :
Preparations
We decided to return in mid-January 2025 and consulted three French-speaking tour operators to create a trip based on our wishes (places to visit, type of accommodation) and budget. Comparing three operators helped us weigh their advice and make our choices. Only our first operator respected the budget, a second came close, and the third proposed a slightly more upscale trip. In the end, we chose the agency from our first trip. Our discussions helped refine our itinerary, and when we reviewed it point by point, the document provided was perfect, full of great tips. The most debated point was a 3-day, 2-night cruise between Coron and Palawan. We were tempted but worried about being the only "older" travelers among younger people and feared two uncomfortable nights. Reassured by our tour operator, we finally opted for this "exploration." We’ll come back to that later. Once the choice was made and dates set, we booked our international flights with Cathay Pacific for 750 € per person, which offers the best schedules (short layovers) at an acceptable price for flights arriving in Cebu. Our trip started on February 25 and returned to Paris on March 15.
International flights
The round-trip flights went smoothly. Cathay does the job well, without frills. The service quality seems to have slightly declined compared to our previous trips with them. Hong Kong Airport is huge but very practical. Note that not all airlines serve Cebu. Recommendation: Fill out your Philippine entry form within 72 hours before your flight. This can prevent issues with the airline (possible boarding refusal) and saves a lot of time upon arrival (see the Philippine embassy website).
Domestic flights
For our two domestic flights—Cebu to Coron and Puerto Princesa to Cebu—our tour operator chose Philippine Airlines and their propeller planes. No problems there.
Day 1: We landed around 12 PM (local time) after 17 hours of travel. A driver was waiting for us at the airport exit and took us to our hotel, intentionally chosen near the airport (Mandaue, about 10 minutes away) to help us recover and get a good night’s sleep before our early morning domestic flight the next day. The Mayoo Hotel, reasonably priced, was perfect for this. Large, beautiful room in a new building—clean, comfortable, with a spa. We could relax by the pool on the 16th floor and enjoy the city view. The breakfast was exceptional, and the staff was smiling, attentive, and helpful. An ATM in the lobby allowed for withdrawals. However, the hotel is in a neighborhood with nothing to see or do. We dined at the Korean restaurant K-GOGI across from the hotel—a real attraction and a great discovery.
Day 2: After a restful night, we were driven to the airport around 6:30 AM for an 8:10 AM flight from Cebu to Busuanga (Coron).

The flight was uneventful. Upon arrival, we paid 200 pesos per person for the Coron tourist fee before a 40-minute transfer to our hotel: Natura Resort, located outside the city in a secluded spot. The setting is stunning—a beautifully maintained tropical garden, a pleasant pool, and the option to book massages. The cottages are tropical-style with thatched roofs, simple and unpretentious.

The owner, who speaks French, told us that given the heat and our ages, climbing the 721 steps to the top of Mount Tapyas wasn’t necessary. She gave us a few rooftop recommendations to watch the sunset over Coron Bay. After a good swim in the pool and a meal at the resort’s pleasant restaurant, we hired a tricycle to go into town. We were told it costs 150 pesos one way, and depending on the return time, it could exceed 250 pesos. But our driver gave us his WhatsApp number and charged the same price regardless of the time. He just earned two days’ worth of customers. He dropped us off at the port where bangkas (local boats) gather for day trips. It was the end of the day, so there was a rush. A few shops around the port sold waterproof bags for marine excursions at reasonable prices (compared to back home), after some bargaining. We wandered the town’s alleys looking for the Top Hotel, whose rooftop is famous. Indeed, it’s perfectly located to admire the sunset and enjoy a refreshing drink.



We dined nearby at a small Chinese restaurant, then just had to call our driver to head back. The night wasn’t entirely restful—our hotel had a soundtrack of all the countryside animals, and it seemed they had no set bedtime! :
Hi everyone!
If you're looking for great tips and offbeat spots, if you love exploring uncharted parts of a country, if the exotic is your adrenaline, then move along!
Our 15 days in early May in this part of Turkey (a country I first discovered during a city trip to Istanbul in 2017) will only tread well-worn paths and revisit popular routes. Simply because I kept hoping until the very end that our flight to Jordan wouldn’t be canceled. Events in the Gulf proved me wrong, so we left with: Zero preparation. Not a single hotel booked (well, except the first one), no visits planned, just a flight ticket bought three weeks earlier. No guidebook, no app—just the desire to explore southern Turkey and Cappadocia, whose images and the chance to stretch our legs had caught my eye.
Oh, wait—I did bring along a new guide: Gemini! Yes, my friends, generative AI was my chief advisor throughout the trip for sites to visit, accommodations, routes, and even restaurants! An experiment I wanted to try to form my own opinion on using this new technology. And what better way to test it than a Turkish getaway?
The verdict? You’ll have to wait for the trip recap to find out!
The main idea of the trip is also relaxation.
So, the plan is Antalya for a few days, the Turkish Riviera for a few more, Cappadocia as the highlight, and a return via Antalya to wrap up the trip. And it was all planned by AI!
So, if you're ready, fasten your seatbelts—cabin crew, doors to automatic and cross check—boarding for Turkey now!
A little sneak peek?
If you're looking for great tips and offbeat spots, if you love exploring uncharted parts of a country, if the exotic is your adrenaline, then move along!
Our 15 days in early May in this part of Turkey (a country I first discovered during a city trip to Istanbul in 2017) will only tread well-worn paths and revisit popular routes. Simply because I kept hoping until the very end that our flight to Jordan wouldn’t be canceled. Events in the Gulf proved me wrong, so we left with: Zero preparation. Not a single hotel booked (well, except the first one), no visits planned, just a flight ticket bought three weeks earlier. No guidebook, no app—just the desire to explore southern Turkey and Cappadocia, whose images and the chance to stretch our legs had caught my eye.
Oh, wait—I did bring along a new guide: Gemini! Yes, my friends, generative AI was my chief advisor throughout the trip for sites to visit, accommodations, routes, and even restaurants! An experiment I wanted to try to form my own opinion on using this new technology. And what better way to test it than a Turkish getaway?
The verdict? You’ll have to wait for the trip recap to find out!
The main idea of the trip is also relaxation.
So, the plan is Antalya for a few days, the Turkish Riviera for a few more, Cappadocia as the highlight, and a return via Antalya to wrap up the trip. And it was all planned by AI!
So, if you're ready, fasten your seatbelts—cabin crew, doors to automatic and cross check—boarding for Turkey now!
A little sneak peek?15 days across Gran Canaria, El Hierro, and a dash of Tenerife under the storm Thérèse!
The planned itinerary will be slightly disrupted...
(The version without discussions is here)
The planned itinerary will be slightly disrupted...
(The version without discussions is here)
This travel journal summarizes a trip I took in March to Argentine and Chilean Patagonia. It starts in El Calafate and ends in Ushuaia. During my planning, I considered looking into the Australis cruise from Punta Arenas to Ushuaia, as well as the W trek in Torres del Paine National Park. In both cases, I was put off by the prices. Instead of the cruise, I found two interesting wildlife excursions from Punta Arenas: whale watching in the Strait of Magellan and observing king penguins in Tierra del Fuego. The journey to Ushuaia was by bus. For Torres del Paine, things were a bit confusing, so I reached out to two agencies. In the end, I went with a rental car option, overnight stays on-site, and day hikes. I shared my full itinerary with the agency and ended up being taken care of by a local Argentine agency and a Chilean one.
So, here we go...
Hi everyone,
Way back when, before the internet and all that, there were Larousse encyclopedias, and in the proper names section, I came across a photo of Samarkand. Just the name made me dream. I kept it in the back of my mind for later, and last winter, I revisited the idea. Within a few weeks, I managed to plan our 16-day getaway. Oh, I didn’t do it all by myself—I used a travel agency to handle the flights, accommodations, transportation, and local guide. It was a custom trip for three people, tailored to what we wanted to do, what we wanted to see, within the time we’d chosen, at our own pace.
The main goal of the trip was to visit the three iconic cities of architectural art in Uzbekistan (just for the sheer beauty of it) and, very secondarily, to take a break with a short hike.
We left in early May, flying from Toulouse to Istanbul, then to Tashkent: - One day in Tashkent, 2 nights, - By car (6 hours) to the Fergana region: Margilan (silk and pottery), 2 nights, with a guide, - Back to Tashkent, then a flight to Khiva, 2 nights, 1 day with a guide, 1 day on our own, - Train to Bukhara (6 hours, sleeper cars), 3 nights, 1 day with a guide, 1 day on our own, - Train to Samarkand, 2 nights, 1 day with a guide, - By car to Tersak, 1 night with a local family, short hike, same guide, - By car to Shakhrisabz (Tamerlane’s hometown), then back to Samarkand, - Samarkand, 2 more nights, - Train back to Tashkent, final night, and return home.
What I took away from this Silk Road trip: - A completely safe country in May—don’t go later because of the heat, - The warm welcome and easy connection with Uzbeks, a multicultural people, - A constant puzzle with currency exchange (how much is that in euros? ) 1 € = 14,000 sums, - Logistics handled by a local agency—top-notch, - Delicious meals at a very reasonable price, - Total awe in Khiva and Samarkand (palaces, mausoleums, mosques, madrasas), - The length of the trip, which let us wander and take our time.
A few photos, but not too many—I don’t want to spoil the joy of discovery!
The main goal of the trip was to visit the three iconic cities of architectural art in Uzbekistan (just for the sheer beauty of it) and, very secondarily, to take a break with a short hike.
We left in early May, flying from Toulouse to Istanbul, then to Tashkent: - One day in Tashkent, 2 nights, - By car (6 hours) to the Fergana region: Margilan (silk and pottery), 2 nights, with a guide, - Back to Tashkent, then a flight to Khiva, 2 nights, 1 day with a guide, 1 day on our own, - Train to Bukhara (6 hours, sleeper cars), 3 nights, 1 day with a guide, 1 day on our own, - Train to Samarkand, 2 nights, 1 day with a guide, - By car to Tersak, 1 night with a local family, short hike, same guide, - By car to Shakhrisabz (Tamerlane’s hometown), then back to Samarkand, - Samarkand, 2 more nights, - Train back to Tashkent, final night, and return home.
What I took away from this Silk Road trip: - A completely safe country in May—don’t go later because of the heat, - The warm welcome and easy connection with Uzbeks, a multicultural people, - A constant puzzle with currency exchange (how much is that in euros? ) 1 € = 14,000 sums, - Logistics handled by a local agency—top-notch, - Delicious meals at a very reasonable price, - Total awe in Khiva and Samarkand (palaces, mausoleums, mosques, madrasas), - The length of the trip, which let us wander and take our time.
A few photos, but not too many—I don’t want to spoil the joy of discovery!





