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Bonjour Marie, merci pour tes conseils ainsi qu'à Montagnard74 et Djalma.

J'ai bien étudié les vols, mais venir de Lyon directement à SV n'est pas aisé. Transavia, uniquement le dimanche TAP , nuits à Lisbonne Aller et retour Combinaison Easy Jet TAP peu pratique, il faut récupérer les bagages et se réienregistrer. Etant spécialiste des retards d'avion, c'est pas cool quand on change de Cie entre les deux vols et que celles-ci ne sont pas en lien. De plus comme déjà dit, arriver à Praia coûte moins cher. J'ai donc pris mes vols, en dépit de vos conseils (c'est rare que je n'écoute pas les conseils des spécialistes), ayant bénéficié d'une réduction (Black Friday ?) J'ai donc sacrifié la visite de SV, ne faisant qu'y passer. 3 jours pleins à Santiago (je pense louer une voiture) deux demi journées (dues aux horaires de Ferry) et 3 jours pleins à SA. Louer une voiture à SA, faut que j'étudie les randos, car le peu que j'ai lu actuellement semble montrer que peu de randos sont en boucle, donc la voiture n'est pas forcément utile. A étudier.. Merci en tout cas pour les premiers conseils. Je vais surement poser d'autres questions et essayer de respecter les idées de ceux qui connaissent bien 😉 A+

Jour 7 : Direction les Ardennes

Hôtel : Bedford hôtel : Super bien placé pour parcourir Bruxelles à pieds. Un peu plus onéreux que nos standards habituels, mais il vaut le coup. Très grand petit déjeuner buffet, pour tous les choix, parking associé à l’hôtel en face avec prix avantageux et personnel sympathique.

Tranquillement, nous prenons la route pour Louvain la Neuve, car la première visite est pour le musée Hergé (et oui, encore BD) et celui-ci ouvre à 10h. 9h55 nous sommes devant la porte et 10h, nous sommes les premiers. Encore une visite pour moi très intéressante et davantage pour Madame, car elle a déjà lu Tintin. Il y a des planches d’origine, on comprend bien l’œuvre de Hergé en s’apercevant que mis à part ses trois premiers albums, ensuite il a fait un travail énorme pour chaque titre. Presque deux heures à déambuler et direction le centre commercial tout proche pour quelques achats. Ensuite c’est vers la vallée de la Meuse que notre voiture nous conduit. Le temps est splendide et les couleurs de l’automne sur les monts qui entourent la rivière sont magnifiques. C’est sur que sans le soleil, ce ne serait pas la même chose. On profite !



Pause repas rapide avec une spécialité de friand à la viande dans un village et c’est vers les jardins d’Annevoie-Rouillond que l’on se dirige. Si le prix est un peu excessif, la promenade, ensoleillée est très très agréable. Le parcours avec audio guide est parfait. Très facile comme marche, cela vaut vraiment le coup. Y'a même un château !



On essaie ensuite d’aller vers les ruines du château de Crèvecoeur mais l’accès est barré par de très importants travaux. La route nous mène à Dinant, ville que je n’avais pas prévu de visiter, mais en traversant la rivière, sur le pont, d’un commun accord nous nous arrêtons pour visiter le lieu. Bien nous en fait, car on découvre plein de choses sur cette ville, celle du créateur du sax. On est dans les Ardennes et ce n’est pas vraiment le plat pays. On traverse d’immenses forêts, attendant à rencontrer un sanglier, mais non. Le soleil commence à faiblir quand nous arrivons au Tombeau du Géant de Botassart, le Colorado de Belgique. Et voilà, faut qu’il se replonge aux US !!! Le Colorado de Belgique, n’importe quoi ! Et pourtant, à cet endroit, un belvédère permet d’observer un très beau méandre de la rivière La Sémois et qui ma foi, ressemble bien à Horseshoe Bend (toutes proportions gardées). Après quelques km, on arrive enfin à notre logement. Une installation rapide et direction Bouillon, pour se substanter. Un bon civet de cerf, et oui, il y a du gibier dans le coin et retour au bercail

Le + : la vallée de la Meuse ensoleillée Le - : on va vers la fin

Definitely, it was a great surprise this trip. Worth doing again to explore more! See you,

Day 6: Second day in Brussels

My wife is feeling better this morning, so we’ll probably walk even more today! Still in the same spirit, following the comic-strip murals, we head towards the Marolles district. Yoko Tsuno, XIII, Benoît Brisefer, Blake and Mortimer, Spirou, Boule et Bill, Léonard, Quick and Flupke, Le Chat, and many others keep us company as we wander through this typical Brussels neighborhood.











Place du Jeu de Balle, where the famous flea market is held, is of course full of "vendors." I don’t find a copy of the famous Tintin’s *Unicorn*, but instead, lots of plastic knick-knacks. In my opinion—but it’s just a snapshot—this place has lost the charm that made its reputation. It’s true we’re not here on a Sunday, and apparently, it’s better that day. The neighborhood is still worth the detour, and thanks to the free elevator, we reach the square where Brussels’ giant Ferris wheel is. From there, the city panorama is magnificent, especially since the weather is gorgeous. You can see far! The nearby mammoth—or Palace of Justice—imposes itself with its sheer size, and reading our *Routard* guide, we laugh at the anecdote about the scaffolding that Brussels locals say has needed renovation for as long as it’s been there. We head down to the Sablons; the beautiful square is closed, but the church (yes, you need one to sit down for a bit) is open. We continue along Rue de la Régence to Place Royale, where Godfrey of Bouillon stands proudly. (We’ll talk more about him later!) A quick detour to the Royal Palace. Last year in Denmark and Norway, and at Easter at the Zarzuela in Madrid, we also stopped for a quick photo in front of monarchs’ palaces, and honestly, they all look a bit alike. There’s the balcony for waving to the crowd, and the guards out front with stern expressions. Since we didn’t get an invitation from Philippe and Mathilde, we move on and head back toward Brussels’ famous museums. As I’ve said before, we’re not big painting experts, but our experience in Ghent sparked a little interest in us. We’ll try to build on that. Two choices are in front of us—we’re not doing both, let’s not get carried away! - The Magritte Museum - The Old Masters Museum Personally, I’d lean toward Magritte, but my wife doesn’t mind, so we leave it up to the ticket clerk and his opinion since we didn’t find *Museum of Painting for Dummies*. He recommends the Old Masters, arguing that it covers part of Belgium’s painting history. Okay, with an audio guide, we’ll manage. *Veni, Vidi, Vinci* (not Leonardo) I might ruffle some feathers here, but we left unconvinced. It was a bit too far from our interests, and on top of that, when you’re complete novices, not seeing a single famous painting—one you’ve seen in photos before—leaves a gap. Even the few Rubens were unknown to us! In hindsight, the Magritte Museum might have given us more of that *"This is not a pipe"* vibe. Anyway, time’s ticking, and if we want to avoid the 4 PM rain, we’d better get moving. Off to the National Basilica of the Sacred Heart in Koekelberg. The metro drops us off at a spot where we then have to cross a very pretty park—if you avoid the illicit substance dealers. The basilica itself is imposing. We decide to climb all the way to the top on foot since the elevator’s out of order. It’s no problem, and the view from up there is truly stunning, especially since the weather’s still beautiful and—despite the hour—it’s not raining! We cross the park again and take the metro toward Heysel. It’s not to see the stadium, the site of an incredible disaster, but it’s the easiest way to get to the Atomium. It’s also imposing, and to think that, like the Eiffel Tower, it was supposed to be demolished after the World’s Fair!



Back to the Grand Place by tram—more pleasant than the metro since it lets us see a bit of the city. There are people, tourists, but not *over*tourism, so it’s nice to poke around there. A break at the hotel, then an early dinner at Ginette’s (very good). A great day (no rain!)

The plus: The comic-strip murals The minus: Old Masters (yep!)

Hi Muriel, South Africa wasn’t the African destination I’d dreamed of. Bad memories from several trips to Southern Africa because of the Afrikaners—their behavior was pretty off-putting. Plus, Africa often means wild animals to me, and I’ve been so lucky on my travels—I’m afraid I’ll be disappointed by the South African parks (we’ve often had the animals all to ourselves). But wow! I have to admit, your photos of South Africa’s landscapes blew me away. So because of you, I might just change my mind. Thanks! See you,

Day 5: First day in Brussels

After gobbling down breakfast, we’ve got a big day of walking ahead. The weather’s nice, and as a comic book fan, I’m in for a treat. My wife isn’t feeling great, so we’ll take it slow, but no big deal—it’s vacation time.

I decided to explore the city through all the comic book hero murals. That way, we might stumble on some unusual spots while still hitting the must-sees.

I won’t list every mural we saw—there are too many—but what’s clear is that they’re well respected, with no extra tags added. Kudos to the people of Brussels!

After some time and seeing Tintin and the Smurfs, we arrive at St. Michael and St. Gudula Cathedral, which we visit.



After a lot of walking around the city, it’s nice to be able to sit down, and it’s true that in religious buildings, you can always find a place to rest. This one is large, imposing, and has the advantage of offering a sort of path with panels explaining the history of the place.

Next, we head to the Belgian Comic Strip Center, a must for fans. The building itself is worth the detour, and the content is super interesting, with the history of the 9th art.

A temporary exhibit on manga lets me explore that style a bit, but I wasn’t a fan at the start, and I’m still not by the end. The bookstore is packed with comics, but I don’t give in (I already have a lot of complete collections at home!).



We continue toward the Royal Galleries. Gorgeous! What’s surprising is seeing that one in three shops is a chocolatier. Sometimes they’re side by side! You even find a lace shop! Who still buys lace, especially in a place that’s basically a hub for all the luxury brands?

We walk down the Rue des Bouchers, which I would’ve called the “restaurant street” when I see, in an alley, a bunch of people lining up to photograph something. Of course, we go check it out and discover Jeanneke-Pis, the female counterpart to Manneken-Pis. Okay then!



To recharge, I treat myself to a cone of fries from a stand. Come on! It’s the thing to do! During the trip, I ate a lot of fries, but these were the best!

St. Nicholas Church nearby is pretty unique. It has the peculiarity of sharing a wall with some houses. We pass by the Bourse, an imposing building, and head to Place Sainte-Catherine and its church (seriously, so many churches!). There, we meet a volunteer from the association trying to raise funds for the building’s restoration. She’s passionate about history and starts telling us about the church’s past. Better than an audio guide! We laugh a lot because she has some great anecdotes, and she’s so into it that she forgets her role and doesn’t even talk about the association.

It’s already 4 PM, and of course, like every day, the rain starts pouring. Really, these tropical countries are so predictable!!!!

We quickly take shelter in the Halles Saint-Géry during the heaviest rain. When it lets up a bit, we head back to the hotel, not without passing by the murals of Lucky Luke, Ducobu, Asterix, Ric Hochet, among others. We also pass by Zinneken-Pis—yes, even dogs get their own statue.







Back at the hotel, my wife is pretty wiped out, so we rest. We’ll have dinner nearby at a cozy tavern, with an excellent carbonnade, among other things. A great, packed day!

The plus: The comic book murals The minus: Nothing

Hi, I’m planning to visit Cape Verde next April. I’ve seen there are quite a few experts here, so I’ll be asking them my questions.

I’d like to leave from Lyon airport, but the flight options aren’t great. The best scenario would be to fly into Praia (in terms of flights), even though I’ll have to spend a night in Lisbon on the way back.

However, based on the advice I’ve read, the best islands to visit (with 9 days there) are São Vicente and Santo Antão. We’re hikers, though lately health and other issues have slowed us down a bit (let’s just say age is catching up).

With all that in mind, I’m trying to put together a trip:

Dates | Comments | Night in ------------|-----------------------------------|---------- 14-Apr-27 | Arrival 11:15 PM | Santiago 15-Apr-27 | Visit Santiago | Santiago 16-Apr-27 | Visit Santiago | Santiago 17-Apr-27 | Flight to São Vicente 8 AM + | | boat to Santo Antão at 3 PM | Santo Antão 18-Apr-27 | Santo Antão | Santo Antão 19-Apr-27 | Santo Antão | Santo Antão 20-Apr-27 | Santo Antão | Santo Antão 21-Apr-27 | Ferry to São Vicente | São Vicente 22-Apr-27 | Visit São Vicente | São Vicente 23-Apr-27 | Departure at 12:20 PM | Lisbon 24-Apr-27 | Arrival in Lyon at 5:45 PM |

First question: Is this doable? Second question (there’ll probably be more): I like having my independence, so I’d prefer to rent a car, but I’ve read that many people use a driver’s services. What’s the price for a full day?

Thanks in advance! Cheers,

Day 4: Waterloo

Ibis Budget Hotel: It was just what we were looking for. A real classic.

We wanted to start our day at the Wellington Museum, but no luck—I hadn’t seen the info, but it’s closed on Mondays! Well, a museum honoring Napoleon’s victor probably wasn’t made with the legendary fair play of the English (rugby fans will agree).

We did some shopping at the local supermarket, grabbed some beer instead, and at 10 a.m. sharp, we arrived at the Memorial 1815. With the audio guide (yes, I like them), the visit was great. We got into reminiscing about our high school days and French history. I have to admit, some facts had faded with time. That guy Napoleon did quite a few things that still matter today. Yeah, some could’ve disappeared, I know!

We spent a good amount of time in the museum, then checked out the battle panorama—a massive 1912 fresco. It’s 110 meters long and 12 meters high, and it’s more about the scale than the style. After that, we climbed the Lion’s Mound. No ice axe or crampons needed—just 226 steps in a straight staircase. Nothing too challenging, and from the top, you can see "Waterloo, that bleak plain." It wasn’t raining, the sky was clear (well, clear enough), and we could really grasp the scale of such a battle—how many hectares that historic moment covered. Personally, I didn’t find it *that* big.

After making sure the lion was indeed facing France, we walked 1.5 km to Hougoumont Farm, the site of a fierce battle that was actually the key to the English victory. A really well-made film explains what happened, and some people in period costumes were there to give extra details. We walked back to the museum (another 1.5 km). There *is* a free shuttle, but walking felt good. We drove to the farm that was Napoleon’s last headquarters—the last place he slept as emperor before the defeat...

I don’t regret this historical visit at all—it’s really well done, and it made me want to learn more (I even watched Ridley Scott’s film that same evening). It was around 3 p.m., so it was high time to head to Brussels, our next stop, before any potential traffic jams that might be common in the capital. I’ll never know because we entered Brussels easily, and I even took a detour to the Pompidou Center to see the amazing Corto Maltese fresco. Yes, I came partly to see comic book murals! It’s magnificent, breathtaking!

Then we headed to our hotel, which I knew was super well-located—10 minutes from the Grand Place, with parking. That said, the GPS went haywire, and it was quite a challenge to get there, but we made it! Oh! I almost forgot—since 4 p.m., it’s been raining, like every day!

A little rest, and after the rain, we headed to the Grand Place. While it’s extraordinarily beautiful, I have to admit I was a little disappointed by the lighting on the buildings. They could be even better highlighted. (I might be risking the wrath of the Belgian forum community here, but I’m just saying what I think!) We wandered around the square, and—look—a little kid peeing! One of Belgium’s symbols is right there, proudly displayed, but so tiny!



We kept going, and our stomachs told us it was time to stop. We ended the day with mussels and fries. Back to the hotel. Napoleon movie—not fine Napoleon—and bedtime.

The +: Waterloo, really interesting The -: My GPS, which couldn’t handle Brussels’ bike lanes

Day 3: Visiting Ghent

Hotel in Bruges: La Villa des Raisins. It's a top B&B. Great location, amazing welcome from Joeri. He loves cooking, and when he shows you everything he offers for breakfast, he looks like he wants to devour it all himself—he’s so happy to see us enjoying it. There’s a covered parking lot right across the street, perfect.

We leave Bruges under a hazy sky, but it clears up quickly as we head to Ghent. I made sure to register my car for Ghent’s LEZ (Low Emission Zone). What’s that? Basically, your car can’t be too polluting, so you have to go to a dedicated website and register it using your vehicle registration document. If it’s approved, you can enter Ghent without any issues; otherwise, you’ll get a hefty fine. (Brussels has the same system.) So, I enter Ghent, but I didn’t account for a race (a marathon?) happening in the city. As a result, I struggle to find the parking spot I’d scoped out because many streets are closed. But once we’re parked, the sun comes out, and our visit to Ghent can begin. The city center is smaller than Bruges, but it also has canals. Gravensteen Castle quickly comes into view. It’s fully restored. We decide just to walk around it, but it’s very photogenic.



We wander through the city, dodging runners, marathoners, trail runners, walkers, and athletes—all of whom seem to share the same problem: "Their right foot is jealous of their left. When one moves forward, the other wants to overtake it. And so, like idiots, they run!" (Quote borrowed from a famous Belgian and slightly tweaked.) We pass through Street Art Street, which doesn’t look very inviting at first but is entirely decorated. Too bad, in our opinion, there are too many expressions. Plus, the street is narrow, and the race passes through it, so we don’t have much perspective. We quickly come across the town hall, a mix of styles that’s quite amusing—Baroque, Renaissance, Gothic. Across from it, the belfry towers over the square. Should we climb it or not? Big question. After discussing it at the entrance, the staff tells us we’d have to wait two hours for a chance to go up because the number of spots is limited. Oh well! A quick stop at St. Nicholas’ Church—we look for the famous organ but don’t find it. Turns out, we missed that part of the church was closed, and it was behind the gates that we spotted "the most beautiful organ in the city"! We had an appointment at 1:50 PM to see the famous painting *The Adoration of the Mystic Lamb*. It was 12:30 PM, so we head to the cathedral where it’s located and visit the free part of it. Around 1 PM, we make our way to the queue for the painting, and we end up going in at 1:15 PM. They’re pretty flexible with the schedule if the quota isn’t exceeded. Wow, what a shock! Not being art experts, we let the provided audio guide lead us through the story of the painting’s creation, the different scenes, and its very unique personal history. The augmented reality tour is really well done, and when you stand in front of the artwork, even if you’re clueless about painting like me, you feel like the wolf from *Tex Avery*—tongue hanging out. We’re glued to it for a good while! The rest of the visit, though interesting, seems dull in comparison! We grab a quick snack and continue wandering the streets to reach St. Michael’s Bridge and the Graslei. A special mention for the old post office, now renovated into a shop—so original! Like the day before, and as is often the case in tropical countries, around 4 PM, the rain starts, so we head back to the car to drive to Waterloo, our next stop. We get a friendly welcome at the Ibis Hotel. Another great meal at a nearby restaurant, Le Commercio, and a good night’s sleep awaits us.

The plus: *The Adoration of the Mystic Lamb* The minus: That weird rain every day at 4 PM!

Day 2: Visiting Bruges After an excellent and hearty breakfast (not frugal like I’d read in a comic), the weather is overcast but not forecast to be rainy—even better, we can feel the sun might just peek out. Bruges is a city best explored on foot, especially since our B&B is really close to the center (20 minutes away). Off to the cathedral, which is imposing and beautifully lit—because, yes, the sun has finally risen. Its treasury is a prime example of all the objects the Christian religion can preserve, packed with gold and precious stones. Next up, the Church of Our Lady. We explore this one more thoroughly than the last, as there are a few artworks worth the detour. We’re pretty blown away by the sarcophagi and the Romanesque frescoes painted inside them, especially knowing how quickly the work was done.



We head out, and the weather’s really nice, so a mini-canal cruise is a must. No waiting to board, and it’s sunny too—perfect. It’s really pleasant; we see the city from a different angle, the commentary is just enough, and the timing is spot-on. After a cone of fries, it’s already 2 PM, and time to step into the Basilica of the Holy Blood, where a small daily ceremony takes place—a priest brings out the vial of the Holy Blood (not 500, mind you) that supposedly contains a few drops of Christ’s blood. I’m not into that kind of thing at all, but my partner is, so it’s fun to watch the little ceremony and see how many people attend. Next, we visit the town hall, a beautiful building with an animated model that explains Bruges’ history, especially its relationship with the sea. The sky clouds over, so we skip climbing the belfry—visibility probably wouldn’t be that great anyway. Off to Minnewater, a park where autumn colors dominate, and then the Beguinage. The visit is shorter than planned because the rain starts to fall, and our legs are begging for a break. Back to the guest room, and luckily so—the rain picks up as we arrive. A little rest, and when the rain stops, we head out again to a restaurant whose name I’ve forgotten (it had a lot of consonants). Not touristy at all, no internet, and a menu in Flemish!!! What to eat? My partner figures out there are beers, but for the meal... On the advice of a kind customer who speaks French and sees our confusion, she helps us order two *varkenswagen* (we’re not so cocky now—I’ll let you guess what that is). We enjoy it, and we go back to our room satisfied with our day.

The plus: The mini-cruise—yes, it’s super touristy, but with the sunshine, it’s totally worth it. The minus: Even under torture, Flemish is hard to understand. 😉

Hi Muriel, my loyal follower! It’s great to have you following along. See you soon!

Introduction: As has become a habit, I’ve organized a trip for late October—a surprise trip for my poor wife, who follows along without saying much (or almost nothing). She knows she’s going away, when, but not where! Our friends and family keep bombarding me with questions to get the info, but I’m holding strong. The guesses are flying, the best one being, “Knowing him, he’s definitely heading somewhere sunny, even if all the southern destinations have already been done for a short stay.” It makes me laugh because there are still a few places I haven’t discovered yet. So yes, choosing to go to Belgium at the end of October—especially for someone as sensitive to the cold as I am—is bold. I’m not quite at Philippe Abrams’ level, but still, heading *Noooorth* from me is pretty daring. So, contrary to my friends’ predictions, I’m not flying south but taking my car, turning the wheel north, and off we go!

Day 1: The outbound trip When I say I’m not flying, it’s only half true because we’re leaving the day French media—with their signature doom-and-gloom—announce a terrible storm. While Storm Austen is indeed forecasted, the Belgians are reporting it as the first storm of the year with a bit more restraint. The drive won’t be entirely smooth as we reach the Hauts-de-France region: the wind is strong, the rain is heavy, but it’s not the apocalypse. Just drive carefully and slow down—sounds like a road safety message! We left Lyon at 8 AM and arrived in Bruges at 4 PM, “...and that’s even with the trucks at the entrance to Angoulême!” What’s he talking about—going through Angoulême? French cinephiles will get the reference. We got a warm welcome at our B&B, and since it was barely drizzling, we took a quick stroll around town to stretch our legs. Headed to the Markt, visited the Prinsenhof, the Palace of the Dukes of Flanders. We actually went in because it started pouring. It’s free, a first taste of Flemish culture, and it’s great.



A little tired, we headed back to our B&B, mostly because the heavy rain forced us to. We got soaked (some people must be laughing). After drying off, we went to the nearest restaurant, Parazzar, typically Bruges-style, and my wife tried her first beer. Personally, I don’t like beer—*What the heck was I thinking?*—so I had a red wine, a Tinto, which would’ve been local back in Charles V’s time. First fries—because I *love* them—and it’s time to call it a night. A good night’s sleep awaits.

The +: We made it! The -: It’s raining, it’s windy, it’s wet—party at the...

Hi David,

Hi there... Could you clarify the role of the porter? Do they carry the tourist?

Whoa! Not at all. Their role is to carry the tourist's backpack, but more importantly, to assist during the hike along with the essential walking stick. In some situations, the footing might not be stable, and having someone to support you, make things easier, and prevent falls is really helpful. Sometimes, the terrain can be quite steep! In our group, for example, a woman in her fifties seemed to have a slight knee issue (it happens), and the porter often offered her a hand to get over obstacles. I think it costs around $10-15. When I got back to France, I saw a report about "porters" where tourists were being carried in sedan chairs, like in colonial times. We didn’t see anything like that in Bwindi! On the other hand, in the recommendations given before the excursion, they mentioned the Ugandan helicopter—which, unfortunately, we might need in case of a bad fall, sprain, fracture, etc... And of course, the famous Ugandan helicopter is the sedan chair. 😎 See you,

Absolutely! It’s definitely better to finish the magical triptych with the most dazzling one: Samarkand. I even recommend doing it in the same order we did: Khiva, Bukhara, Samarkand.

I totally agree with Franck’s take. The experience just keeps getting better, even though Khiva already sets the bar so high. See you around!

Did you go to the contemporary cemetery next to it (which is impressive)?

That doesn’t ring a bell, but I’ll wait for your post about tomorrow. See you later!

The Caprivi Strip, Botswana, Zambia, and South Africa are calling our names.

Caprivi and South Africa: Haven’t visited Botswana: The best for wildlife! The country itself is like one big park. Zambia: Very rugged, very poor, not the best for animals (even though we saw a lot in the end at Luangwa), and the landscapes weren’t amazing either. But man, we got a serious reality check about our lives as Europeans.

Uganda is really the most well-rounded (wildlife + landscapes). You can easily explore it on your own. A+

Shah-I-Zinda was definitely our favorite spot, even though there are other stunning places. See you!

Thanks Franck for this really great travel journal. See you!

True, there was less water, but still...

Hi Franck, What a beautiful day in Epupa—it made me feel years younger! We had pretty much the same experiences as you, but yours were way better told. Keep up the great journey!