Bonjour,
Le vol a été réservé hier pour un départ jeudi 26 mars.
En l'état actuel des choses, et bien sûr cela pourrait changer, est-ce qu'un ressortissant français peut embarquer à Sydney, effectuer 8h d'escale à Bangkok, avant de réembarquer pour Paris ?
Y'a t'il à votre connaissance des contraintes, une procédure à respecter voire une impossibilité en raison des restrictions qui ferment petit à petit de nombreuses frontières... et si c'était le cas, quelle solution pour revenir en France ?
Merci pour vos avis éclairés.
Bonjour à tous,
nous partons ma compagne et moi pour 5 semaines de voyages en van depuis Darwin jusqu à Sydney.
Malheureusement nous sommes un peu perdu devant la quantité de choses à faire et le peu de temps que nous avons.
On avait réfléchis à ça : Descendre à ULURU (C est un sacrifice et on espère que ça vaut le coup...) Faire les parcs autour de Darwin Barrière de corail a cairns La pointe nord Brisbane Friser island Sydney
Si vous avez des conseils à nous donner, incontournables etc...
Merci d avance
On avait réfléchis à ça : Descendre à ULURU (C est un sacrifice et on espère que ça vaut le coup...) Faire les parcs autour de Darwin Barrière de corail a cairns La pointe nord Brisbane Friser island Sydney
Si vous avez des conseils à nous donner, incontournables etc...
Merci d avance
Bonjour, a tous😏
Nous sommes quatre à vouloir partir 25 jours (Voyage compris)en Australie en SEPT ou OCT 2008
Nous hésitons sur les villes; car nous ne voulons pas passer par une agence, nous souhaitons tout faire question intendance par internet vols + hotels il semblerai que financièrement on serai plus gagannt
Voilà les villes PERTH- ADELAIDE- SYDNEY- Et le meilleur endroit sur la cote de CAIRNS pour la BARRIERE DE CORAIL )
ou un remplacement par DARWIN et BRISBANE. car on ne sais pas quel ville oculter
on souhaiterais avoir votre avis car il est trés difficile pour nous de choisir les villes car !! quand on regarde les catalogues des agences elle sont toutes magnifiques; et en 3 semaines a raison de 4 a 5 jours par villes le choix reste difficile
Et on souhaiterais Connaitre les bons tuyaus pour les hotels dans chaques villes et surtout un trés bel emplacement sur la cote de la barriere de corail pour le final (Bon rapport qualite prix ) car nous aimons aprés avoir vadrouiller toute la journer avoir un bon hotel. on vous remerci par avance, tout en vous adressant nos meilleurs voeux pour 2008..... Dans l'attente de vous lire... car votre aide nous sera précieuse.....
Nous hésitons sur les villes; car nous ne voulons pas passer par une agence, nous souhaitons tout faire question intendance par internet vols + hotels il semblerai que financièrement on serai plus gagannt
Voilà les villes PERTH- ADELAIDE- SYDNEY- Et le meilleur endroit sur la cote de CAIRNS pour la BARRIERE DE CORAIL )
ou un remplacement par DARWIN et BRISBANE. car on ne sais pas quel ville oculter
on souhaiterais avoir votre avis car il est trés difficile pour nous de choisir les villes car !! quand on regarde les catalogues des agences elle sont toutes magnifiques; et en 3 semaines a raison de 4 a 5 jours par villes le choix reste difficile
Et on souhaiterais Connaitre les bons tuyaus pour les hotels dans chaques villes et surtout un trés bel emplacement sur la cote de la barriere de corail pour le final (Bon rapport qualite prix ) car nous aimons aprés avoir vadrouiller toute la journer avoir un bon hotel. on vous remerci par avance, tout en vous adressant nos meilleurs voeux pour 2008..... Dans l'attente de vous lire... car votre aide nous sera précieuse.....
Sunday, October 1st, 2023
Mulhouse-London
We dumped our trash on our neighbors. We hugged, overflowing with emotion. Then Léa from Taxis S showed up. She knows us well. For ages, she’s been our driver. She was practically the official taxiwoman for the trips of the company where Dom and I met. She knew us when we were single! Almost teenagers! She knows everyone and fills in the biographies of people we’d forgotten.
Across the street, while we loaded the luggage, S., perched in his window frame, waved a handkerchief. This wasn’t just any trip.
Then things got tricky. It’s funny how fate sinks its teeth into our happy moments—there’s this whole intermediate phase where the poison seeps in unnoticed because you’re still in the dark...
First, there was a delay on our flight to London. Dom immediately went on high alert, while I stayed calm. In my mind, we had two hours. I knew we had to go from Terminal 5 to Terminal 4, but two hours—come on, that’s plenty, right?
Bad calculation! Because those two hours were between the first flight’s landing and the second’s takeoff. But flights close at least half an hour before departure. Getting from one terminal to another means taking a shuttle bus. We waited for the one going to Terminal 4... until a young guy paid to direct people (who hadn’t seen us) informed us it was no longer possible to access Terminal 4 without going through Terminal 2 first for a connection! That really cranked up the pressure. We started installing a mental countdown with a programmed explosion at the end—guaranteed stress with added beads of sweat. The terminal bus was driven by a young Pakistani guy. We were *so* tense we bombarded him with our frantic, repetitive questions. “So? When are we getting there? What’s happening? Why aren’t we moving?” Our eyes were glued to our watches. The poor guy knew. Perfectly. Because it was obvious—no way around it. We weren’t going to make it. It was impossible. But Dom and I stubbornly refused to believe it. Then the kid stopped the bus. Me, hysterical: “What are you doing? What’s going on? Our plane takes off in... in... 4 minutes!!!! We’re gonna miss iiiiiit!” He wasn’t calm either. “You’ve already missed it!” He explained we had to cross a zone that required an escort car to clear a path through the runways. Impossible to do without. It’s forbidden. We had to WAIT (!!!). Then he got a radio call—he had to rush to Terminal 3 to pick up a passenger who was *super* tight on time. “Amir!!!! It’s RIGHT NOW!” they yelled in his already-red ears, thanks to the complaints of two hysterical Frenchies. Dom and I were in overdrive, hallucinating! We wanted to stop him, maybe even hit him to prevent him from turning around. He picked up the girl, whom we instantly hated like the most despicable witch. I turned on my data, searched for Malaysia Airlines’ number at Terminal 4, called, and actually got someone—quite a feat. A woman cut off my frantic rambling with a blunt “It’s over, the check-in is closed, the plane is about to take off.” I heard her but refused to accept it. I yelled, “We’re coming!” She shot back her monolithic “It’s over.” Finally at the doors of that damn Terminal 4, we ran—*really* ran—a marathon, Gate 6, security checks, pat-downs, “Take off your belts,” we asked questions, everyone seemed confident, we ran with one hand holding up our pants, the other clutching our belt, Gate 6—the room was empty. A girl was sitting there, calmly on the phone. We pounced on her. She calmed us down. Little by little, the light came back. Our brains rebooted. We finally understood it was over. We’d have to start crafting a new plan with the new reality. It started with a return to Terminal 5 to talk to British Airways, which took a good hour. With the same driver as before. We were alone with him. He took the time to apologize, to assure us it wasn’t his fault, that our problem had no solution, that nothing could’ve changed the outcome. At BA, we were exhausted. We were greeted by a handsome young man in a navy-blue uniform with gold stripes everywhere. We could’ve made a scene, but we were just relieved to find someone who’d take charge of our story. It was a minimal response, but it was *a* response. I suppose we could’ve demanded a business-class upgrade or a free trip, but we were just happy with a few vouchers for food, a hotel room with breakfast, and a little bag with plastic toys, a razor, toothbrush, hygiene products, and a T-shirt... Trinkets... But we were fine with it all—we said thank you eagerly because the essential was assured. He found us seats on flights tomorrow. *Tomorrow.* We were afraid to hope! We had the exact same flights but a day later. The same crappy times, but it was all good. We felt saved from the shipwreck, like survivors. - And what about the luggage? - .... !!!!
Monday, October 2nd, 2023 London - Kuala Lumpur
It wasn’t the Ritz, but with exhaustion on our side, we slept well. The continental breakfast was way better than we’d expected from an Ibis Budget. Still, it wasn’t enough to restore my joy for life. The course correction had turned into an arduous obstacle course. I scoured the car rental site every which way. Couldn’t reschedule the car. I’d done it before, but this time... Not to mention the laptop battery was complaining—the Brits have this quirk of making their power outlets incompatible with our chargers. Frustrated, I called them but ended up with a girl who declared herself incompetent and offered to have someone from Avis in Perth call me back—someone who’d supposedly handle rentals better. I decided to wait while taking a bath. Barely settled in, the phone rang. I was soaking wet, of course, and asked Dom to answer. Unfortunately, she’s known for disliking my phone, and in a clumsy move, she hung up. We got annoyed. She put dry towels on the edge of the bathtub, but—another false move—they fell in the water. The phone rang again... I completely redid the plans for the next two days, then transferred the files to my phone to consult them later offline. I plugged in my USB cable... *Plop!* The battery died abruptly—my PC shut down without any of the usual polite warnings! I looked around, hoping to find someone to strangle... Long story short, you can tell the day started under the worst omens. I was in a foul mood and spread my bad vibes to Dominique, who was initially in much better spirits... I called Mastercard, hoping to get a refund for the non-refundable night in Perth we’d already paid for. Same old song: “We’ll call you back”... Then... I’ll cut it short—buses, trains, lots of waiting... We rushed to reach the infamous Terminal 4.
We tried new options and convinced ourselves that a delayed departure flight is unrecoverable, no matter the scenario. We were furious that BA hadn’t bothered to tell us, leaving us to run around like rats in a burning house.
Tuesday, October 3rd, 2023 Kuala Lumpur-Perth
The flight was pretty nice. 13 hours, though. Dom and I were facing each other across the aisle. We could get up easily whenever we wanted without bothering anyone and chat when we felt like it. Besides, their chicken was amazing. They were kind enough to offer Dom a truly remarkable glass of rum. Good movies too, including the excellent *Prisoners* by Denis Villeneuve. At KL, during boarding, we developed a nagging worry about our luggage. We checked with some Malaysian Airlines staff. I sensed their hesitation. They made calls. Then changed their minds, giving us smiles and thumbs up...
Wednesday, October 4th, 2023 Perth
*Happy is the man who, like Ulysses, has had a fine voyage.* Well, for us, it wasn’t that. Finally arrived, we experienced the loneliness of tourists watching the baggage carousel spin, emptying of its precious containers one by one, until only a handful of travelers were left, staring at each other in disbelief. Without luggage, you’re kinda screwed. Not even a change of socks—our feet had been swimming in the same shoes for 3 days. No adapter, so no laptop. No toiletries. We could’ve cried! The lost luggage guy played his part. If you want compensation, fill out the disclaimer on the website made for that. And then, “Don’t worry, your luggage will arrive tomorrow!” “Don’t worry?!” From the start of the trip, we’ve been jerked around, fed lies. Tomorrow is the *absolute* last chance to get them back. Beyond that, we’d have to scramble a whole new trip. And lose a lot in the process! I have no idea how to go about it. Tomorrow... OMG... Tomorrow... We landed at 1 AM. Avis, the car rental place, opens at 6:30. Luckily, we found some decent breakfast. It cheered us up and gave us a second wind. Incorrigible, we started believing again! Well, then we just killed time. What else was there to do?
In front of Avis’s little shack, we were freezing. We’d been there since dawn. The girl who showed up, a Latina, immediately saw us as a nuisance who’d ruin her hopes of a peaceful start. Her face and tone were as unwelcoming as possible. You know us—it ended with hugs. She gave us a gorgeous, brand-new car! A hybrid with ultra-sophisticated features, all buttons you shouldn’t touch if you want to drive this thing without causing irreparable damage! We’re off! Driving on the left is easy at first. You think about it constantly. It’s counterintuitive, it takes effort. It’s later, when you get used to it and confidence sets in, that it becomes dangerous—old reflexes can send you into a wall. Anyway, the car and I immediately clicked.
In Perth, underground parking next to the hotel, friendly welcome—we ended up forgetting all the morning’s mishaps. Should we go sightseeing?
https://voyageforum.com/images/posts/small/1733767537-5Nwk6t3DsBZNOzf.jpg
Across the street, while we loaded the luggage, S., perched in his window frame, waved a handkerchief. This wasn’t just any trip.
Then things got tricky. It’s funny how fate sinks its teeth into our happy moments—there’s this whole intermediate phase where the poison seeps in unnoticed because you’re still in the dark...
First, there was a delay on our flight to London. Dom immediately went on high alert, while I stayed calm. In my mind, we had two hours. I knew we had to go from Terminal 5 to Terminal 4, but two hours—come on, that’s plenty, right?
Bad calculation! Because those two hours were between the first flight’s landing and the second’s takeoff. But flights close at least half an hour before departure. Getting from one terminal to another means taking a shuttle bus. We waited for the one going to Terminal 4... until a young guy paid to direct people (who hadn’t seen us) informed us it was no longer possible to access Terminal 4 without going through Terminal 2 first for a connection! That really cranked up the pressure. We started installing a mental countdown with a programmed explosion at the end—guaranteed stress with added beads of sweat. The terminal bus was driven by a young Pakistani guy. We were *so* tense we bombarded him with our frantic, repetitive questions. “So? When are we getting there? What’s happening? Why aren’t we moving?” Our eyes were glued to our watches. The poor guy knew. Perfectly. Because it was obvious—no way around it. We weren’t going to make it. It was impossible. But Dom and I stubbornly refused to believe it. Then the kid stopped the bus. Me, hysterical: “What are you doing? What’s going on? Our plane takes off in... in... 4 minutes!!!! We’re gonna miss iiiiiit!” He wasn’t calm either. “You’ve already missed it!” He explained we had to cross a zone that required an escort car to clear a path through the runways. Impossible to do without. It’s forbidden. We had to WAIT (!!!). Then he got a radio call—he had to rush to Terminal 3 to pick up a passenger who was *super* tight on time. “Amir!!!! It’s RIGHT NOW!” they yelled in his already-red ears, thanks to the complaints of two hysterical Frenchies. Dom and I were in overdrive, hallucinating! We wanted to stop him, maybe even hit him to prevent him from turning around. He picked up the girl, whom we instantly hated like the most despicable witch. I turned on my data, searched for Malaysia Airlines’ number at Terminal 4, called, and actually got someone—quite a feat. A woman cut off my frantic rambling with a blunt “It’s over, the check-in is closed, the plane is about to take off.” I heard her but refused to accept it. I yelled, “We’re coming!” She shot back her monolithic “It’s over.” Finally at the doors of that damn Terminal 4, we ran—*really* ran—a marathon, Gate 6, security checks, pat-downs, “Take off your belts,” we asked questions, everyone seemed confident, we ran with one hand holding up our pants, the other clutching our belt, Gate 6—the room was empty. A girl was sitting there, calmly on the phone. We pounced on her. She calmed us down. Little by little, the light came back. Our brains rebooted. We finally understood it was over. We’d have to start crafting a new plan with the new reality. It started with a return to Terminal 5 to talk to British Airways, which took a good hour. With the same driver as before. We were alone with him. He took the time to apologize, to assure us it wasn’t his fault, that our problem had no solution, that nothing could’ve changed the outcome. At BA, we were exhausted. We were greeted by a handsome young man in a navy-blue uniform with gold stripes everywhere. We could’ve made a scene, but we were just relieved to find someone who’d take charge of our story. It was a minimal response, but it was *a* response. I suppose we could’ve demanded a business-class upgrade or a free trip, but we were just happy with a few vouchers for food, a hotel room with breakfast, and a little bag with plastic toys, a razor, toothbrush, hygiene products, and a T-shirt... Trinkets... But we were fine with it all—we said thank you eagerly because the essential was assured. He found us seats on flights tomorrow. *Tomorrow.* We were afraid to hope! We had the exact same flights but a day later. The same crappy times, but it was all good. We felt saved from the shipwreck, like survivors. - And what about the luggage? - .... !!!!
Monday, October 2nd, 2023 London - Kuala Lumpur
It wasn’t the Ritz, but with exhaustion on our side, we slept well. The continental breakfast was way better than we’d expected from an Ibis Budget. Still, it wasn’t enough to restore my joy for life. The course correction had turned into an arduous obstacle course. I scoured the car rental site every which way. Couldn’t reschedule the car. I’d done it before, but this time... Not to mention the laptop battery was complaining—the Brits have this quirk of making their power outlets incompatible with our chargers. Frustrated, I called them but ended up with a girl who declared herself incompetent and offered to have someone from Avis in Perth call me back—someone who’d supposedly handle rentals better. I decided to wait while taking a bath. Barely settled in, the phone rang. I was soaking wet, of course, and asked Dom to answer. Unfortunately, she’s known for disliking my phone, and in a clumsy move, she hung up. We got annoyed. She put dry towels on the edge of the bathtub, but—another false move—they fell in the water. The phone rang again... I completely redid the plans for the next two days, then transferred the files to my phone to consult them later offline. I plugged in my USB cable... *Plop!* The battery died abruptly—my PC shut down without any of the usual polite warnings! I looked around, hoping to find someone to strangle... Long story short, you can tell the day started under the worst omens. I was in a foul mood and spread my bad vibes to Dominique, who was initially in much better spirits... I called Mastercard, hoping to get a refund for the non-refundable night in Perth we’d already paid for. Same old song: “We’ll call you back”... Then... I’ll cut it short—buses, trains, lots of waiting... We rushed to reach the infamous Terminal 4.
We tried new options and convinced ourselves that a delayed departure flight is unrecoverable, no matter the scenario. We were furious that BA hadn’t bothered to tell us, leaving us to run around like rats in a burning house.
Tuesday, October 3rd, 2023 Kuala Lumpur-Perth
The flight was pretty nice. 13 hours, though. Dom and I were facing each other across the aisle. We could get up easily whenever we wanted without bothering anyone and chat when we felt like it. Besides, their chicken was amazing. They were kind enough to offer Dom a truly remarkable glass of rum. Good movies too, including the excellent *Prisoners* by Denis Villeneuve. At KL, during boarding, we developed a nagging worry about our luggage. We checked with some Malaysian Airlines staff. I sensed their hesitation. They made calls. Then changed their minds, giving us smiles and thumbs up...
Wednesday, October 4th, 2023 Perth
*Happy is the man who, like Ulysses, has had a fine voyage.* Well, for us, it wasn’t that. Finally arrived, we experienced the loneliness of tourists watching the baggage carousel spin, emptying of its precious containers one by one, until only a handful of travelers were left, staring at each other in disbelief. Without luggage, you’re kinda screwed. Not even a change of socks—our feet had been swimming in the same shoes for 3 days. No adapter, so no laptop. No toiletries. We could’ve cried! The lost luggage guy played his part. If you want compensation, fill out the disclaimer on the website made for that. And then, “Don’t worry, your luggage will arrive tomorrow!” “Don’t worry?!” From the start of the trip, we’ve been jerked around, fed lies. Tomorrow is the *absolute* last chance to get them back. Beyond that, we’d have to scramble a whole new trip. And lose a lot in the process! I have no idea how to go about it. Tomorrow... OMG... Tomorrow... We landed at 1 AM. Avis, the car rental place, opens at 6:30. Luckily, we found some decent breakfast. It cheered us up and gave us a second wind. Incorrigible, we started believing again! Well, then we just killed time. What else was there to do?
In front of Avis’s little shack, we were freezing. We’d been there since dawn. The girl who showed up, a Latina, immediately saw us as a nuisance who’d ruin her hopes of a peaceful start. Her face and tone were as unwelcoming as possible. You know us—it ended with hugs. She gave us a gorgeous, brand-new car! A hybrid with ultra-sophisticated features, all buttons you shouldn’t touch if you want to drive this thing without causing irreparable damage! We’re off! Driving on the left is easy at first. You think about it constantly. It’s counterintuitive, it takes effort. It’s later, when you get used to it and confidence sets in, that it becomes dangerous—old reflexes can send you into a wall. Anyway, the car and I immediately clicked.
In Perth, underground parking next to the hotel, friendly welcome—we ended up forgetting all the morning’s mishaps. Should we go sightseeing?
https://voyageforum.com/images/posts/small/1733767537-5Nwk6t3DsBZNOzf.jpg
Bonjour,
Je m’apprête a acheter nos billets d'avion pour la nouvelle Zélande. Lors de la réservation il est noté qu'un visa peut être nécessaire pour les escales en Australie. J'ai lu sur d'autres forum, que le visa n'etait pas obligatoire. Alors que faut il faire visa ou pas?
Je m’apprête a acheter nos billets d'avion pour la nouvelle Zélande. Lors de la réservation il est noté qu'un visa peut être nécessaire pour les escales en Australie. J'ai lu sur d'autres forum, que le visa n'etait pas obligatoire. Alors que faut il faire visa ou pas?
bonjour a tous!!
je vais a sydney en octobre et jaurais aime savoir quels sont les meilleurs quartiers ou vivre a sydney?? et ceux a eviter??
merci!!
Bonjour à tous,
Je vous explique mon petit problème; je suis partie en voyage en Australie et en Nouvelle-Zélande où nous avions loué un mobile-home. Malheureusement en route j'ai eu un accident, après hospitalisation, nous avons du rentrer. La société Brtiz (une des société les plus connues dans cette région du monde, véhicule en super état et pas trop cher) (http://britz.com/) à qui nous avions loué le véhicule n'a pas voulu nous rembourser le reste de la location mais nous a délivré un bon à valoir d'une valeur de un peu plus de 1000 $NZ ( soit environ 506, 7€ à la date d'aujourd'hui) que l'on peux utiliser en Australie et en NZ lors d'un prochain voyage pour la location de tout véhicule dans leur pannel de location (voiture, break, campervan, ..).
Ce bon n'est pas nominatif et permet la location d'un de leur véhicule jusqu'en septembre 2010.
Le camper van est un super myen de décrouvrir ces deux pays. Il n'ya pas d'arnaque, si nous renvendons ce bon c'est parce que nous ne pouvons plus refaire un tel voyage. nous souhaitons en avoir 400€.
Si vous êtes intéressée par ce bon, n'hésitez pas à me contacter en cas de quetsion!
merci d'avance!
Je vous explique mon petit problème; je suis partie en voyage en Australie et en Nouvelle-Zélande où nous avions loué un mobile-home. Malheureusement en route j'ai eu un accident, après hospitalisation, nous avons du rentrer. La société Brtiz (une des société les plus connues dans cette région du monde, véhicule en super état et pas trop cher) (http://britz.com/) à qui nous avions loué le véhicule n'a pas voulu nous rembourser le reste de la location mais nous a délivré un bon à valoir d'une valeur de un peu plus de 1000 $NZ ( soit environ 506, 7€ à la date d'aujourd'hui) que l'on peux utiliser en Australie et en NZ lors d'un prochain voyage pour la location de tout véhicule dans leur pannel de location (voiture, break, campervan, ..).
Ce bon n'est pas nominatif et permet la location d'un de leur véhicule jusqu'en septembre 2010.
Le camper van est un super myen de décrouvrir ces deux pays. Il n'ya pas d'arnaque, si nous renvendons ce bon c'est parce que nous ne pouvons plus refaire un tel voyage. nous souhaitons en avoir 400€.
Si vous êtes intéressée par ce bon, n'hésitez pas à me contacter en cas de quetsion!
merci d'avance!
Bonjour,
Je dois me rendre à Sydney dans 3 semaines. Je compte me loger en auberge de jeunesse, mais je cherche plutôt une chambre particulière. J'ai repéré plusieurs auberges, lu quelques avis (confort, propreté, etc), mais ceux ci sont parfois anciens et discordants. Et vous, quelle auberge me conseillerez vous? Merci,
Céline
Je dois me rendre à Sydney dans 3 semaines. Je compte me loger en auberge de jeunesse, mais je cherche plutôt une chambre particulière. J'ai repéré plusieurs auberges, lu quelques avis (confort, propreté, etc), mais ceux ci sont parfois anciens et discordants. Et vous, quelle auberge me conseillerez vous? Merci,
Céline
Nous sommes 2 couples de retraités. Nous cherchons à louer un camping car depuis Melbourne vers Darwin du 30 Mars au 29 Avril 2017. Nous avons contacté les sites de location mais avons bien du mal à nous faire une idée car les prix sont très différents d'un site à l'autre. (Nous pensons louer à environ 100 € / jour). Nous avons surtout un problème au sujet de l'assurance. On nous conseil de prendre le système avec caution (autour de 5000 €) et de prendre une assurance complémentaire, mais nous ne trouvons pas comment faire. Merci pour votre aide.
Salut à tous, j'ai besoin de conseils😛
En novembre et déc. 08 je serai à Singapour-Perth-Alice Spring-Darwin-Cairns-Sydney-Christchurch et Auckland,
C'est mieux de réserver depuis l'Europe dans chaque villes l'hôtel ou bien c'est de voir à l'arrivée sur place?
Peut-être qu'il existe un système plus économique, si je prends par exemple la même chaîne d'hôtels pour toutes les villes citées, je peux avoir un meilleur tarif??.
Je compte sur vous pour les conseils😉
A+ Vanouk
En novembre et déc. 08 je serai à Singapour-Perth-Alice Spring-Darwin-Cairns-Sydney-Christchurch et Auckland,
C'est mieux de réserver depuis l'Europe dans chaque villes l'hôtel ou bien c'est de voir à l'arrivée sur place?
Peut-être qu'il existe un système plus économique, si je prends par exemple la même chaîne d'hôtels pour toutes les villes citées, je peux avoir un meilleur tarif??.
Je compte sur vous pour les conseils😉
A+ Vanouk
Bonjour à tous,
Je pars pour la nouvelle caledonie cet été et j'aurais une question concernant une escale de 7 heures que j'ai à Sydney. D'après ce que j'ai compris sur le forum je dois me munir d'un ETA si je veux sortir de l'aéroport mais voilà 7 heures c'est beaucoup et en même temps peut être juste pour se ballader en ville. Ma question c'est pensez-vous que c'est possible d'aller faire un tour au centre de Syndey sans que ca soit hyper speed. Combien de temps faut-il pour se rendre en ville ..? SI c'est faisable avez-vous des conseils de visite pour le peu de temps que j'aurais?
De plus si l'entre vous pourrais me confirmer un élément concernant mon voyage, je pars de Lyon, vais a Heathrow, puis pars à Sindey avec escale de 2 heures à Singapour enfin 7 heures d'escale à sydney puis Noumea. Les 2 heures d'escale à Singapour se font sans changement d'avion, savez-vous s'il est qd même possible de sortir de l'avion?
Merci d'avance pour vos réponse
Je pars pour la nouvelle caledonie cet été et j'aurais une question concernant une escale de 7 heures que j'ai à Sydney. D'après ce que j'ai compris sur le forum je dois me munir d'un ETA si je veux sortir de l'aéroport mais voilà 7 heures c'est beaucoup et en même temps peut être juste pour se ballader en ville. Ma question c'est pensez-vous que c'est possible d'aller faire un tour au centre de Syndey sans que ca soit hyper speed. Combien de temps faut-il pour se rendre en ville ..? SI c'est faisable avez-vous des conseils de visite pour le peu de temps que j'aurais?
De plus si l'entre vous pourrais me confirmer un élément concernant mon voyage, je pars de Lyon, vais a Heathrow, puis pars à Sindey avec escale de 2 heures à Singapour enfin 7 heures d'escale à sydney puis Noumea. Les 2 heures d'escale à Singapour se font sans changement d'avion, savez-vous s'il est qd même possible de sortir de l'avion?
Merci d'avance pour vos réponse
Bonjour,
Passionnée et férue de voyages depuis toujours, une nouvelle idée me trotte dans la tête depuis qques temps: être au milieu d'un désert australien le jour de mes 30 ans !! Projet en août 2008 pour un voyage de 4 semaines maximum.
Besoin de vos premiers conseils pour mûrir cette idée dans le bon sens: quel itinéraire me conseillez vous de faire (à cette période et pour ce délai)? quel moyen de transport idéal pour cet itinéraire proposé et type d'hébergements possibles? quel budget approximatif pour 4 semaines en autralie: transport, nourriture, hébergement (hors billets d'avion)? Compagnies ou sites Internet conseillés pour l'achat des billets? est-facile de faire un tel trip toute seule?
merci d'avance pour vos précieux conseils !
Passionnée et férue de voyages depuis toujours, une nouvelle idée me trotte dans la tête depuis qques temps: être au milieu d'un désert australien le jour de mes 30 ans !! Projet en août 2008 pour un voyage de 4 semaines maximum.
Besoin de vos premiers conseils pour mûrir cette idée dans le bon sens: quel itinéraire me conseillez vous de faire (à cette période et pour ce délai)? quel moyen de transport idéal pour cet itinéraire proposé et type d'hébergements possibles? quel budget approximatif pour 4 semaines en autralie: transport, nourriture, hébergement (hors billets d'avion)? Compagnies ou sites Internet conseillés pour l'achat des billets? est-facile de faire un tel trip toute seule?
merci d'avance pour vos précieux conseils !
