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Conseils sur hôtels à Cuba
Allo à vous toutes et tous!!
Ça fait 1 semaine que je lis tous vos messages sur Cuba et je ne peux toujours pas me décider!!!🤪 Nous sommes 3 couples avec 2 enfants (1 1/2an et 7 mois) et nous désirons aller à Cuba en mars. Ce que nous recherchons : - Une belle plage, -de la vague "raisonnable", -de la nourriture bonne et variée. Les mini-clubs ne sont pas vraiment un besoin car les enfants seront trop petits. Le night life ne nous attire pas vraiment et 1 ou 2 excursions potables seraient appréciées. Nous allons en vacances pour nous reposer, peut être faire 1 ou 2 excursions et surtout pour nous sauver de la NEIGE!!!😛 Nous hésitions entre les Cayo et Varadero. Cayo Largo m'a un peu déçue par les photos que j'ai vu des hôtels. Pour ce qui est de Varadero, la plage y est supposément merveilleuse mais j'ai lu qu, elle est très courte et qu'on ne peut pas y marcher longtemps. J'ai lu des commentaires tièdes sur le tryp peninsula de Varadero. Que pensez-vous du bella Costa, du Playa Pesquero et de Playa Coco (Cayo Guillermo)? On voudrait mettre environ 2000$can. pour 2 semaines.
Merci beaucoup pour toutes vos réponses, elle m'éclaireront sûrement!!😉
P.S.: La barre est haute pour les hôtels car nous sommes allé à Punta Cana et à Riviera Maya.
Ça fait 1 semaine que je lis tous vos messages sur Cuba et je ne peux toujours pas me décider!!!🤪 Nous sommes 3 couples avec 2 enfants (1 1/2an et 7 mois) et nous désirons aller à Cuba en mars. Ce que nous recherchons : - Une belle plage, -de la vague "raisonnable", -de la nourriture bonne et variée. Les mini-clubs ne sont pas vraiment un besoin car les enfants seront trop petits. Le night life ne nous attire pas vraiment et 1 ou 2 excursions potables seraient appréciées. Nous allons en vacances pour nous reposer, peut être faire 1 ou 2 excursions et surtout pour nous sauver de la NEIGE!!!😛 Nous hésitions entre les Cayo et Varadero. Cayo Largo m'a un peu déçue par les photos que j'ai vu des hôtels. Pour ce qui est de Varadero, la plage y est supposément merveilleuse mais j'ai lu qu, elle est très courte et qu'on ne peut pas y marcher longtemps. J'ai lu des commentaires tièdes sur le tryp peninsula de Varadero. Que pensez-vous du bella Costa, du Playa Pesquero et de Playa Coco (Cayo Guillermo)? On voudrait mettre environ 2000$can. pour 2 semaines.
Merci beaucoup pour toutes vos réponses, elle m'éclaireront sûrement!!😉
P.S.: La barre est haute pour les hôtels car nous sommes allé à Punta Cana et à Riviera Maya.
Mon voyage en Inde du sud
BONSOIR
nous sommes allés avec nos deux filles du 10 juillet au 2 Aôut en INDE DU SUD, avant de partir nous avons puisés de nombreuses informations sur les forum de voyage, c'est pour cela qu'aujourd'hui, je viens apporter ma propre pierre .Notre trajet de Chennai à Mysore en passanr par Gingee, Trichy, Thanjore, Madurai, les backwaters , Cochin, Ooty nous a permis de decouvrir un pays fabuleux .. Avant de partir, nous avions lu des informations diverses, voire contradictoire, chacun ayant sa propre experience, cela allait du meilleur au pire, si bien que nous sommes parti avec une petite apprehension surtout avec nos deux filles ..je ne detiens pas evidemment de verite, mais je veux juste donner quelques impressions de voyage qui sont bien sur personnelles ...
Tout d'abord, pour nous 4, unaniment, le voyage fut enchanteur .Sans etre de vrai routard, nous avons déjà voyagé avec nos enfants et nous avons trouvé en INDE DU SUD, contrairement à ce que j'avais parfois lu des conditions de voyage formidable ( et l'avis fut partagé par de nombreuses personnes rencontré la bas qui furent aussi surpris que nous ) .
il faut dire avant tout, que les conditions de voyage dependent du budget evidemment ...
nous sommes parti 25 jours et nous avons choisi pour perdre un minimum de temps de louer une voiture avec un chauffeur comme beaucoup nous l'avaient conseillé C'est bien sur plus cher que les transportst en commun, mais cela est bien pratique, fait gagner du temps et permet de s'arreter ou l'on veut et découvrir à loisir les richesses de la vie rurale . Nous avions lu plusieurs noms d'agence sur les forums avant de partir, et nous avons été sastisfait de leur service, le patron de l'agence parle francais( cela peu aider parfois), le chauffeur discret et serviable a étét inconstablement un plus pour notre voyage . Il ne s'agit pas de faire de la publicite pour faire de la publicité mais donner simplement des informations, chacun faisant evidemment son choix, mais ce qui est bien est bien, et cet agence est une agence tres serieuse avec des correspondant dans de nombreuses villes et cela est appreciable ...
Ensuite les hôtels, leur confort depend evidemment du prix, nous avons choisis des chambres doubles entre 700 et 950 rps ( de 100 à 120 frs la nuit par chambre ), on peut evidemment trouvé beaucoup moins cher, mais .... bref, pour "notre " prix, nous avons trouve des hotels de tres bon niveau avec de très bon restaurant ( et bon marché ), la aussi deuxieme surprise ..
Tout au long de notre voyage, nous avons rencontré des gens d'une grande gentillesse , extremement accueillant et souriant, respectueux et curieux, des gens qui vivent avec peu mais qui ont su garder une simplicite que tout notre richesse nous a fait perdre .on nous a dit qu'en Inde les gens souriaient aussi avec le coeur, en ce qui concerne le sud, c'est vrai ...Les paysages de l'Inde du sud ne sont peut etre pas au niveau de certaines destinations ( quoique, les backwaters, !! ), mais ils sont formidables car vivant, voir les campagnes, avec leur mosaique de couleur, les rouge, les vert, s'agitaient au rythme d'une vie rurale riche et elle aussi colorés ( les saris de toutes les couleurs au milieu des rizieres ), apporte des impressions et des emotions formidables et je ne parle des photos ! Et il y bien sûr l'approche de la culture hindou a travers ces temples absolument incroyable tant par leur architecture que leur religiosité .
Bien sur, nous avons cotoyé la misere et vu des choses difficiles, elles font partie du voyage
Pour conclure, je voudrais dire à nouveau combien, voyager en INDE DU SUD en respectant certaines regles d'hygienes élementaires, en mettant un peu plus d'argent pour les hôtels, est loin d'ete un calvaire, et à la porté de tous et il est possible de decouvrir un pays formidable dans de bonnes conditions et qu'il ne faut pas s'en priver laisser derrier soi certaines petites peur set oser partir, vous ne le regretterez pas, on ne la pas regretté
je me tiens evidemment a la dispositions de ceux qui voudraient des renseignements
PHILIPPE
nous sommes allés avec nos deux filles du 10 juillet au 2 Aôut en INDE DU SUD, avant de partir nous avons puisés de nombreuses informations sur les forum de voyage, c'est pour cela qu'aujourd'hui, je viens apporter ma propre pierre .Notre trajet de Chennai à Mysore en passanr par Gingee, Trichy, Thanjore, Madurai, les backwaters , Cochin, Ooty nous a permis de decouvrir un pays fabuleux .. Avant de partir, nous avions lu des informations diverses, voire contradictoire, chacun ayant sa propre experience, cela allait du meilleur au pire, si bien que nous sommes parti avec une petite apprehension surtout avec nos deux filles ..je ne detiens pas evidemment de verite, mais je veux juste donner quelques impressions de voyage qui sont bien sur personnelles ...
Tout d'abord, pour nous 4, unaniment, le voyage fut enchanteur .Sans etre de vrai routard, nous avons déjà voyagé avec nos enfants et nous avons trouvé en INDE DU SUD, contrairement à ce que j'avais parfois lu des conditions de voyage formidable ( et l'avis fut partagé par de nombreuses personnes rencontré la bas qui furent aussi surpris que nous ) .
il faut dire avant tout, que les conditions de voyage dependent du budget evidemment ...
nous sommes parti 25 jours et nous avons choisi pour perdre un minimum de temps de louer une voiture avec un chauffeur comme beaucoup nous l'avaient conseillé C'est bien sur plus cher que les transportst en commun, mais cela est bien pratique, fait gagner du temps et permet de s'arreter ou l'on veut et découvrir à loisir les richesses de la vie rurale . Nous avions lu plusieurs noms d'agence sur les forums avant de partir, et nous avons été sastisfait de leur service, le patron de l'agence parle francais( cela peu aider parfois), le chauffeur discret et serviable a étét inconstablement un plus pour notre voyage . Il ne s'agit pas de faire de la publicite pour faire de la publicité mais donner simplement des informations, chacun faisant evidemment son choix, mais ce qui est bien est bien, et cet agence est une agence tres serieuse avec des correspondant dans de nombreuses villes et cela est appreciable ...
Ensuite les hôtels, leur confort depend evidemment du prix, nous avons choisis des chambres doubles entre 700 et 950 rps ( de 100 à 120 frs la nuit par chambre ), on peut evidemment trouvé beaucoup moins cher, mais .... bref, pour "notre " prix, nous avons trouve des hotels de tres bon niveau avec de très bon restaurant ( et bon marché ), la aussi deuxieme surprise ..
Tout au long de notre voyage, nous avons rencontré des gens d'une grande gentillesse , extremement accueillant et souriant, respectueux et curieux, des gens qui vivent avec peu mais qui ont su garder une simplicite que tout notre richesse nous a fait perdre .on nous a dit qu'en Inde les gens souriaient aussi avec le coeur, en ce qui concerne le sud, c'est vrai ...Les paysages de l'Inde du sud ne sont peut etre pas au niveau de certaines destinations ( quoique, les backwaters, !! ), mais ils sont formidables car vivant, voir les campagnes, avec leur mosaique de couleur, les rouge, les vert, s'agitaient au rythme d'une vie rurale riche et elle aussi colorés ( les saris de toutes les couleurs au milieu des rizieres ), apporte des impressions et des emotions formidables et je ne parle des photos ! Et il y bien sûr l'approche de la culture hindou a travers ces temples absolument incroyable tant par leur architecture que leur religiosité .
Bien sur, nous avons cotoyé la misere et vu des choses difficiles, elles font partie du voyage
Pour conclure, je voudrais dire à nouveau combien, voyager en INDE DU SUD en respectant certaines regles d'hygienes élementaires, en mettant un peu plus d'argent pour les hôtels, est loin d'ete un calvaire, et à la porté de tous et il est possible de decouvrir un pays formidable dans de bonnes conditions et qu'il ne faut pas s'en priver laisser derrier soi certaines petites peur set oser partir, vous ne le regretterez pas, on ne la pas regretté
je me tiens evidemment a la dispositions de ceux qui voudraient des renseignements
PHILIPPE
Moyens de transports et conseils sur l'Arménie et Géorgie
Salut,
Avec ma copine on souhaite partir en armenie ainsi qu'en georgie (pour l'azerbaidjan on verra plus tard si on arrive a trouver une lettre d'invatation pas trop chere!!)
Nous souhaitons savoir si quelqu'un est deja parti dans cette region, si l'acces aux regions autonomes de georgie sont faciles, qu'elles sont les moyens de transports entre ces 2 pays (j'ai entendu dire qu'il y avait un train!), qu'elles sont les regions instables et aussi la question du logement: camping possible ou auberge?
Merci pour toutes infos
Avec ma copine on souhaite partir en armenie ainsi qu'en georgie (pour l'azerbaidjan on verra plus tard si on arrive a trouver une lettre d'invatation pas trop chere!!)
Nous souhaitons savoir si quelqu'un est deja parti dans cette region, si l'acces aux regions autonomes de georgie sont faciles, qu'elles sont les moyens de transports entre ces 2 pays (j'ai entendu dire qu'il y avait un train!), qu'elles sont les regions instables et aussi la question du logement: camping possible ou auberge?
Merci pour toutes infos
Legionellose à Bayahibe
Je viens de passer 10 jours en République Dominicaine à l'hotel Canoa à Bayahibe. Cependant la réservation effectuée au mois d'Octobre 2003 concernait un bungalow vue mer au viva Dominicus Beach . Huit jours avant le départ le tour opérateur m'informe que suite à la découverte de bacterie de legionellose dans le complexe Dominicus (Beach + palace), il doit arreter par mesure de précaution, la commercialisation sur cet hotel et de m'imposer dans un premier temps un hotel sur punta cana ou je ne voulais pas aller. Il a fallu que je me montre intransigeant pour obtenir une chambre sur BAyahibe.
Quelle ne fut pas ma surprise de constater sur place que le complexe Dominicus fonctionnait à plein régime.
Je cherche donc des personnes qui pourraient me renseigner sur la réalité de cette épidemie. Je recherche également des personnes ayant réservé leur séjour au Dominicus par Vacances Air Transat et qui ont effectué ce sejour normalement pendant le mois d'Avril 2004.
Quelle ne fut pas ma surprise de constater sur place que le complexe Dominicus fonctionnait à plein régime.
Je cherche donc des personnes qui pourraient me renseigner sur la réalité de cette épidemie. Je recherche également des personnes ayant réservé leur séjour au Dominicus par Vacances Air Transat et qui ont effectué ce sejour normalement pendant le mois d'Avril 2004.
Souvenirs
Bonjour à tous!!😉
Je demarre une nouvelle discussion:je voudrais savoir quelle a été la chose, la personne, qui vous a vraiment marqué pendant vos voyages.
Ce souvenir peut être positif ou négatif!!
Partagez vos meilleurs ou pires moments passés à l'étranger!!
On attend avec impatience vos récits!!!
Bisous et à bientôt!!
Je demarre une nouvelle discussion:je voudrais savoir quelle a été la chose, la personne, qui vous a vraiment marqué pendant vos voyages.
Ce souvenir peut être positif ou négatif!!
Partagez vos meilleurs ou pires moments passés à l'étranger!!
On attend avec impatience vos récits!!!
Bisous et à bientôt!!
Retour de Villa Cojimar
Bonjour,
Nous sommes partis pour une semaine(1er au 8avril) avec Vacances Signature. Très satisfait d'eux en passant. Nos vacances maintenant. 7 jours de beaux temps sur 7 !!! Pas de pluie du tout. WOW !!! L'hotel Villa Cojimar correspond à nos attentes, pas un gros complexe hôtelier, des petites villas genre chalet de campagne regroupés souvent par 4. La couleur jaune est priviligiée ce qui fait tropical. Nous avons eu le privilège ou la chance d'obtenir à notre avis la meilleure section de l'hôtel, les chambres 69 à 78 à 10 pieds du sable et de la plage. OUF! Une vue à couper le souffle, la mer pratiquement à 50 pieds de ta chambre et en prime de petits palmiers partout. Je le répète un décor féérique. Nous avions envoyé un courriel à notre grossiste pour lui demander une chambre dans une section tranquille tout près de la mer, je ne sais pas si la demande a été prise en considération mais bon nous avons obtenu ce que nous désirions. Nous avons lu sur ce site que la section 69-78 se situait près de la discothèque et du bruit. Cest faux ! La discothèque est complètement au fond donc très loin. Nous étions plus près de l'animation de soirée mais tout se termine à 11 h 00, donc pas de problème. Au contraire, c'est agréable de veiller à l'extérieur au son de la musique cubaine.
Recommandation des chambres : section 69-78 ou sinon 111-118 quand même assez près de la mer.
Le site est très joli et bien entretenu. Une végétation dense, des fleurs partout, des palmiers, des petits ponts....
Nous avons visité les autres hôtels sur l'île (Iberostar, Sol et Melia) et nous avons préféré villa cojimar pour son emplacement plus près de la mer, la plage plus large et moins achalandé, son côté rustique, son ambiance plus décontractée. Seul point à l'avantage du Sol, ses eaux plus profondes pour la baignade et moins d'algues.
La plage : L'eau est peu profonde surtout en après-midi, il faut marcher très loin pour avoir de l'eau à la ceinture. Pour les baigneurs, ça peut sembler désagréable mais nous ça n'a pas posé problème car nous prenions des marches en après-midi pour se rendre devant le Melia et le Sol et nous nous y baignions à cet endroit sans problèmes. Il faut marcher environ 25 à 30 minutes.
Playa Pilar : Voici une autre option pour les baigneurs. Pour 5 $ par personne, un taxi vous y amène et vous ramène à l'heure que vous désirez. Une plage à faire rêver, l'eau turquoise très claire, un décor enchanteur de bonnes vagues en après-midi, allez-y ça vaut vraiment la peine. La plus belle plage que nous y avons vue à Cayo Guillermo. UN petit conseil : prenez seulement une demi-journée si vous y allez car là-bas à notre grande surprise, il n'y a pas de toilettes, seulement des 'chiottes'!, ma copine a préféré l'option extérieur, je la comprends, je vous éviterai les détails de ces toilettes!! N'oubliez pas votre papier.
La nourriture : Après avoir lu les commentaires sur ce site, je m'attendais à mieux. Le point faible est le petit déjeuner, pas beaucoup de variétés, du café dans une distributrice mais par contre, du jus frais tous les matins. Le buffet est varié mais passable, rien pour écrire à sa mère. Nous nous sommes rabattus sur le grill le midi, c'était bien : hamburgers, hot-dogs, poissons et frites : bien. Le soir, c'est un peu mieux mais ça reste un buffet. Le service est efficace, les serveurs toujours présents pour remplir nos verres de vino tinto!! Si vous avez la chance de vous faire servir par Célia et Barbero vous serez aux anges, ils sont d'une gentillesse extrême.
Restaurants à la carte : Nous avons été déçus du Pasta et Pizza qui servaient la même bouffe qu'au buffet. Franchement du spaghetti sans goût et de la pizza à la pâte pas assez cuite. Le bodeguita, nous ne l'avons pas essayé. Passez votre tour, ça ne vaut pas la peine.
Excursions: Nous avons choisi la visite de la ville de Ciego de Avila. 140 km d'autobus, c'est dur pour les fesses sans compter le retour. Le seul point négatif à mon avis c'est le trajet trop long en autobus. Nous avons seulement eu 45 minutes libres pour visiter la ville. Nous avons eu la chance d'avoir un guide super! Carlos. Il s'exprime en français et nous raconte l'histoire de Cuba et de sa situation politique, économique et sociale actuelle tout au long du trajet. Fort intéressant ! Départ à 7 h 30 et retour à 17 h 30.
À recommander pour les explications de Carlos. Nous en sommes sortis enrichis de cette expérience qui nous aident à comprendre la mentalité des Cubains...
Pour ce qui est de l'animation, nous n'avons pas tellement participé, nous préférions décompresser sur notre terrasse à regarder les milliers d'étoiles dans le ciel. Superbe surtout les soirs sans lune car la lune prend son temps à se pointer le nez à cet endroit.
La piscine : Je n'ai jamais compris ce phénomène dans le sud, la mer est tout près!!!
Climat : J'appréhendais les vents avant notre départ. Bien sûr, c'est venteux mais je m'attendais à pire. Au contraire, les vents nous aident à supporter le soleil, c'est une brise toute douce qui nous caresse la peau. Personnellement, je prenais du soleil sans suer une goutte, que demander de mieux. Il faut par contre faire attention car la première journée j'ai pris un bon coup de soleil. Les soirées sont fraîches mais encore une fois très supportable. Un petit chandail, c'est tout. Le chasse-moustiques nous a été inutile.
Nous vous recommandons donc fortement cet endroit, voici ces points forts.
Points forts : accueil chaleureux, site enchanteur tout près de la mer (le plus près de tous), personnel souriant, belle plage large sans problèmes d'achalandage (pas de problème de chaises comme ailleurs), impression de grande intimité, ses villas décollés toutes mignonnes, ses palmiers partout, beau grand quai avec palapas, son côté romantique et paisible et son caractère modeste.
Allez-y sans hésiter, vous en serez ravis nous, nous sommes remplis de belles images qui resteront longtemps gravés dans nos mémoires.
Nous sommes partis pour une semaine(1er au 8avril) avec Vacances Signature. Très satisfait d'eux en passant. Nos vacances maintenant. 7 jours de beaux temps sur 7 !!! Pas de pluie du tout. WOW !!! L'hotel Villa Cojimar correspond à nos attentes, pas un gros complexe hôtelier, des petites villas genre chalet de campagne regroupés souvent par 4. La couleur jaune est priviligiée ce qui fait tropical. Nous avons eu le privilège ou la chance d'obtenir à notre avis la meilleure section de l'hôtel, les chambres 69 à 78 à 10 pieds du sable et de la plage. OUF! Une vue à couper le souffle, la mer pratiquement à 50 pieds de ta chambre et en prime de petits palmiers partout. Je le répète un décor féérique. Nous avions envoyé un courriel à notre grossiste pour lui demander une chambre dans une section tranquille tout près de la mer, je ne sais pas si la demande a été prise en considération mais bon nous avons obtenu ce que nous désirions. Nous avons lu sur ce site que la section 69-78 se situait près de la discothèque et du bruit. Cest faux ! La discothèque est complètement au fond donc très loin. Nous étions plus près de l'animation de soirée mais tout se termine à 11 h 00, donc pas de problème. Au contraire, c'est agréable de veiller à l'extérieur au son de la musique cubaine.
Recommandation des chambres : section 69-78 ou sinon 111-118 quand même assez près de la mer.
Le site est très joli et bien entretenu. Une végétation dense, des fleurs partout, des palmiers, des petits ponts....
Nous avons visité les autres hôtels sur l'île (Iberostar, Sol et Melia) et nous avons préféré villa cojimar pour son emplacement plus près de la mer, la plage plus large et moins achalandé, son côté rustique, son ambiance plus décontractée. Seul point à l'avantage du Sol, ses eaux plus profondes pour la baignade et moins d'algues.
La plage : L'eau est peu profonde surtout en après-midi, il faut marcher très loin pour avoir de l'eau à la ceinture. Pour les baigneurs, ça peut sembler désagréable mais nous ça n'a pas posé problème car nous prenions des marches en après-midi pour se rendre devant le Melia et le Sol et nous nous y baignions à cet endroit sans problèmes. Il faut marcher environ 25 à 30 minutes.
Playa Pilar : Voici une autre option pour les baigneurs. Pour 5 $ par personne, un taxi vous y amène et vous ramène à l'heure que vous désirez. Une plage à faire rêver, l'eau turquoise très claire, un décor enchanteur de bonnes vagues en après-midi, allez-y ça vaut vraiment la peine. La plus belle plage que nous y avons vue à Cayo Guillermo. UN petit conseil : prenez seulement une demi-journée si vous y allez car là-bas à notre grande surprise, il n'y a pas de toilettes, seulement des 'chiottes'!, ma copine a préféré l'option extérieur, je la comprends, je vous éviterai les détails de ces toilettes!! N'oubliez pas votre papier.
La nourriture : Après avoir lu les commentaires sur ce site, je m'attendais à mieux. Le point faible est le petit déjeuner, pas beaucoup de variétés, du café dans une distributrice mais par contre, du jus frais tous les matins. Le buffet est varié mais passable, rien pour écrire à sa mère. Nous nous sommes rabattus sur le grill le midi, c'était bien : hamburgers, hot-dogs, poissons et frites : bien. Le soir, c'est un peu mieux mais ça reste un buffet. Le service est efficace, les serveurs toujours présents pour remplir nos verres de vino tinto!! Si vous avez la chance de vous faire servir par Célia et Barbero vous serez aux anges, ils sont d'une gentillesse extrême.
Restaurants à la carte : Nous avons été déçus du Pasta et Pizza qui servaient la même bouffe qu'au buffet. Franchement du spaghetti sans goût et de la pizza à la pâte pas assez cuite. Le bodeguita, nous ne l'avons pas essayé. Passez votre tour, ça ne vaut pas la peine.
Excursions: Nous avons choisi la visite de la ville de Ciego de Avila. 140 km d'autobus, c'est dur pour les fesses sans compter le retour. Le seul point négatif à mon avis c'est le trajet trop long en autobus. Nous avons seulement eu 45 minutes libres pour visiter la ville. Nous avons eu la chance d'avoir un guide super! Carlos. Il s'exprime en français et nous raconte l'histoire de Cuba et de sa situation politique, économique et sociale actuelle tout au long du trajet. Fort intéressant ! Départ à 7 h 30 et retour à 17 h 30.
À recommander pour les explications de Carlos. Nous en sommes sortis enrichis de cette expérience qui nous aident à comprendre la mentalité des Cubains...
Pour ce qui est de l'animation, nous n'avons pas tellement participé, nous préférions décompresser sur notre terrasse à regarder les milliers d'étoiles dans le ciel. Superbe surtout les soirs sans lune car la lune prend son temps à se pointer le nez à cet endroit.
La piscine : Je n'ai jamais compris ce phénomène dans le sud, la mer est tout près!!!
Climat : J'appréhendais les vents avant notre départ. Bien sûr, c'est venteux mais je m'attendais à pire. Au contraire, les vents nous aident à supporter le soleil, c'est une brise toute douce qui nous caresse la peau. Personnellement, je prenais du soleil sans suer une goutte, que demander de mieux. Il faut par contre faire attention car la première journée j'ai pris un bon coup de soleil. Les soirées sont fraîches mais encore une fois très supportable. Un petit chandail, c'est tout. Le chasse-moustiques nous a été inutile.
Nous vous recommandons donc fortement cet endroit, voici ces points forts.
Points forts : accueil chaleureux, site enchanteur tout près de la mer (le plus près de tous), personnel souriant, belle plage large sans problèmes d'achalandage (pas de problème de chaises comme ailleurs), impression de grande intimité, ses villas décollés toutes mignonnes, ses palmiers partout, beau grand quai avec palapas, son côté romantique et paisible et son caractère modeste.
Allez-y sans hésiter, vous en serez ravis nous, nous sommes remplis de belles images qui resteront longtemps gravés dans nos mémoires.
Petites craintes de la République Dominicaine
Bonjour à tous! Je pars en RD pendant le mois de juillet. Au début j'étais vraiment très content, mais j'ai entendu plusieurs échos comme quoi la situation n'est pas très facile. Il y aurait des barbelés et des soldats à la sortie des hotels, bcp de violence, ... est-ce que qqn pourrait me rassurer et me dire qu'il y a quand même moyen de s'évader dans la nature, de rencontrer les dominicains, de prendre les moyens de transports locaux facilement et de voir sereinement autres chose que les hotels all-in?
Merci pour votre aide,
François
Merci pour votre aide,
François
L'endroit le plus merveilleux?
Bonjour a tous!
Nous sommes un jeune couple qui aimerait aller à cuba en juin seulement il y a tellement d'hotels et de lieux différent ...lequel choisir??Nous nous en remettons à votre experience et a vos souvenirs pour nous aider à choisir si vous le souhaitez!! Sachant que nous desirons all inclusive, un plage de sable blanc avec une eau turquoise( à se propos est il mieux d'aller coté atlantique ou caraibe?), de l'animation a l'hotel en soirée assez tranquille le coin, on veut vraiment se reposer, les boite de nuit le soir ne sont pas indispensable pour nous mais il faudrait pouvoir faire des excusrions passionantes ...exigents nous?? Merci pour votre aide!😉
Nous sommes un jeune couple qui aimerait aller à cuba en juin seulement il y a tellement d'hotels et de lieux différent ...lequel choisir??Nous nous en remettons à votre experience et a vos souvenirs pour nous aider à choisir si vous le souhaitez!! Sachant que nous desirons all inclusive, un plage de sable blanc avec une eau turquoise( à se propos est il mieux d'aller coté atlantique ou caraibe?), de l'animation a l'hotel en soirée assez tranquille le coin, on veut vraiment se reposer, les boite de nuit le soir ne sont pas indispensable pour nous mais il faudrait pouvoir faire des excusrions passionantes ...exigents nous?? Merci pour votre aide!😉
Température en avril à Varadero?
😎Bonjour....
Quelqu'un est-il déjà allé à Varadero, Cuba....pendant le mois d'Avril? est-ce beau? pas trop chaud et pas trop de pluie??
Aussi......quels sont les commentaires sur ces hôtels: Superclub Breezes varadero, Arenas Blancas, Barcelo Solymar, Bahia Principe?
Merci!
Quelqu'un est-il déjà allé à Varadero, Cuba....pendant le mois d'Avril? est-ce beau? pas trop chaud et pas trop de pluie??
Aussi......quels sont les commentaires sur ces hôtels: Superclub Breezes varadero, Arenas Blancas, Barcelo Solymar, Bahia Principe?
Merci!
Superclub Breezes Punta Cana
Bonjour,
Mon conjoint et moi envisageons un voyage de 2 semaines au Superclub Breezes de Punta Cana en février 2004 avec nos 3 enfants (4 - 6½ - 9 ans). On nous offre une suite familiale. Est-ce que quelqu'un d'entre vous y est déjà allé avec des jeunes enfants? Comment était-ce pour eux? Comment était le confort de la suite, si vous y êtes déjà allés? J'aimerais aussi avoir des commentaires sur le miniclub. Tous vos commentaires sont les bienvenus! Merci d'avance!!
Johanne
Mon conjoint et moi envisageons un voyage de 2 semaines au Superclub Breezes de Punta Cana en février 2004 avec nos 3 enfants (4 - 6½ - 9 ans). On nous offre une suite familiale. Est-ce que quelqu'un d'entre vous y est déjà allé avec des jeunes enfants? Comment était-ce pour eux? Comment était le confort de la suite, si vous y êtes déjà allés? J'aimerais aussi avoir des commentaires sur le miniclub. Tous vos commentaires sont les bienvenus! Merci d'avance!!
Johanne
Donne infos sur la Guadeloupe
bonjour,
je suis partis en Guadeloupe durant plusieurs semaines en début d'année, cette iles est magnifique.
Si vous désirez avoir des renseignements sur l'iles les plages les lieux à visiter et bien évidemment le logement (gites, bungalows),
n'hésitez surtout pas, car nous étions dans des gites sur la basse terre et nous avons été recu comme des rois !!!!
Sabine
je suis partis en Guadeloupe durant plusieurs semaines en début d'année, cette iles est magnifique.
Si vous désirez avoir des renseignements sur l'iles les plages les lieux à visiter et bien évidemment le logement (gites, bungalows),
n'hésitez surtout pas, car nous étions dans des gites sur la basse terre et nous avons été recu comme des rois !!!!
Sabine
Off on an adventure in Namibia!
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...
Trip to Israel / Holy Land in 2022
For once, given the destination, the author can’t set aside their religious beliefs, which inevitably shape this kind of journey.
The Trip
Early in the morning at Orly Airport, in the departure lounge for Tel Aviv, a group of about forty young men arrives, all looking identical! The same neatly trimmed beards, the same identical haircuts, the same outfits with a touch of whimsy… The effect of seeing these forty “clones” is striking and raises questions! Why such perfect uniformity among this group of guys? Do they belong to the same family, sports club, cultural association, or religious group? A mystery! At the same time, the waiting area fills up with men who are more expected, given our destination: they wear large felt hats and dress in black suits with white shirts—Hassidim? The ones I’ve glimpsed fleetingly in Paris or New York, who have always been a mystery to me. More discreet-looking women accompany them.
I’m already in Israel without even setting foot there! Plus, I witness the preparations for an improvised show.
The “clones” start a flash mob at seven in the morning in a Paris airport departure lounge! Some pull out musical instruments, others begin singing and dancing. A music with strange, unfamiliar sounds enchants the waiting passengers.
The flight crew finally arrives, cutting through the flash mob, bringing us back to the reality of the moment: waiting to take off soon for this so troubling and mysterious Middle East. We go through passport control, presenting our faces to the scanners that operate the exit gate. The group of “identical” young men gets held up by the system: logically, a scanner let the first one through but blocked the second because of his perfect resemblance to the first. To the machine, the same person shouldn’t be able to cross the border twice? But eventually, the whole group makes it through the glass doors, leaving the Republic behind. My simplistic explanation is left looking ridiculous.
At every new destination, I ask myself countless questions, revealing a certain anxiety tied to the unknown: fear of attacks (one just happened at a bus station in Jerusalem), possible police pressure, unexpected events. Israel isn’t known for being a relaxing destination. In reality, if I did face a serious difficulty in this country, it wasn’t one I had anticipated—and it wasn’t particularly tied to Israel!
I take my seat by the window, which is already occupied by a little girl. Her father, a Hassidic man, politely asks if I’d be willing to give up my seat for his daughter. I tell him I’d be happy to make her happy. Seeing me masked, he asks if I’d like him and his daughter to wear masks too. In response, I take off my mask so as not to impose any constraints on them and wish them a good flight.
It was the first time I’d approached and spoken to a Hassidic man. He didn’t speak the way I might have expected after watching *Rabbi Jacob* with Louis de Funès; he spoke perfectly without an accent, just like you and me! Beware of stereotypes! Throughout the flight, I sneak glances at my strange neighbor: he prayed silently without stopping for a minute. His daughter, as good as gold, never interrupted him. He used several religious accessories during his three-hour continuous prayer: a kippa, a prayer shawl, and a rosary?… I left that plane deeply impressed, me, who has a very distant relationship with my Creator and only prays now and then.
The Trip
Early in the morning at Orly Airport, in the departure lounge for Tel Aviv, a group of about forty young men arrives, all looking identical! The same neatly trimmed beards, the same identical haircuts, the same outfits with a touch of whimsy… The effect of seeing these forty “clones” is striking and raises questions! Why such perfect uniformity among this group of guys? Do they belong to the same family, sports club, cultural association, or religious group? A mystery! At the same time, the waiting area fills up with men who are more expected, given our destination: they wear large felt hats and dress in black suits with white shirts—Hassidim? The ones I’ve glimpsed fleetingly in Paris or New York, who have always been a mystery to me. More discreet-looking women accompany them.
I’m already in Israel without even setting foot there! Plus, I witness the preparations for an improvised show.
The “clones” start a flash mob at seven in the morning in a Paris airport departure lounge! Some pull out musical instruments, others begin singing and dancing. A music with strange, unfamiliar sounds enchants the waiting passengers.
The flight crew finally arrives, cutting through the flash mob, bringing us back to the reality of the moment: waiting to take off soon for this so troubling and mysterious Middle East. We go through passport control, presenting our faces to the scanners that operate the exit gate. The group of “identical” young men gets held up by the system: logically, a scanner let the first one through but blocked the second because of his perfect resemblance to the first. To the machine, the same person shouldn’t be able to cross the border twice? But eventually, the whole group makes it through the glass doors, leaving the Republic behind. My simplistic explanation is left looking ridiculous.
At every new destination, I ask myself countless questions, revealing a certain anxiety tied to the unknown: fear of attacks (one just happened at a bus station in Jerusalem), possible police pressure, unexpected events. Israel isn’t known for being a relaxing destination. In reality, if I did face a serious difficulty in this country, it wasn’t one I had anticipated—and it wasn’t particularly tied to Israel!
I take my seat by the window, which is already occupied by a little girl. Her father, a Hassidic man, politely asks if I’d be willing to give up my seat for his daughter. I tell him I’d be happy to make her happy. Seeing me masked, he asks if I’d like him and his daughter to wear masks too. In response, I take off my mask so as not to impose any constraints on them and wish them a good flight.
It was the first time I’d approached and spoken to a Hassidic man. He didn’t speak the way I might have expected after watching *Rabbi Jacob* with Louis de Funès; he spoke perfectly without an accent, just like you and me! Beware of stereotypes! Throughout the flight, I sneak glances at my strange neighbor: he prayed silently without stopping for a minute. His daughter, as good as gold, never interrupted him. He used several religious accessories during his three-hour continuous prayer: a kippa, a prayer shawl, and a rosary?… I left that plane deeply impressed, me, who has a very distant relationship with my Creator and only prays now and then.
Hitchhiking in the 70s-80s
“Hey, your Marker... - My Marker? - The one you used to make hitchhiking signs.”
The marker in question is sitting proudly on the kitchen table. Marielle found it at the bottom of a moving box.
I’ve been meaning to tell the long story of my love affair with hitchhiking for years. Here we go.
To be honest, I’m not quite sure when it started. My earliest memory goes back to a fair with a bike race in my maternal grandparents’ village. I was with my cousin, my little sister, and three girl cousins. There were six of us, ages ranging from six or seven to thirteen or fourteen. Our parents stayed at the fair, and we’d had enough. So we decided to walk home. Only it was four kilometers away. So we hitchhiked. A guy driving an old car picked us all up and dropped us off at the farm. He probably found it amusing to see us thumbing a ride by the side of the road, but maybe it also worried him a bit. With everything you read in the papers...
Around fifteen or sixteen, I started hitchhiking regularly, alone or with a friend, to go to the nearby town. But it was especially when I started boarding school in Orléans that it became more regular. The first year, I’d leave Monday morning and come back Saturday noon by bus. It was an old, uncomfortable bus where we froze in winter. To make matters worse, I often got motion sickness if, as was too often the case, I ended up sitting in the back. In the spring, a high school friend suggested I hitchhike back. It meant a slight detour, but the advantage was taking only national roads.
So that’s how, from the end of tenth grade to twelfth grade, I’d thumb a ride every Saturday on the Pont de Bourgogne. Drivers were used to seeing young people hitchhiking, and it worked pretty well. Our biggest fear? Soldiers! At that time, military service was still mandatory, and on weekends, it wasn’t rare to see them competing with us. They’d keep their uniforms on to go home. That gave people confidence—with everything you read in the papers—and they’d rarely wait more than five minutes. We, with our long hair, were definitely less popular. From time to time, three big red-faced guys in a van coming back from a construction site would flip us off, yelling things like “go get a haircut, you bums!” Those were the good old days.
We still had a good laugh, though. Patrice, the friend I’d hitchhike back from school with on Saturdays, is a musician—I’d later discover he’s an excellent composer. A die-hard Beatles fan, he knows their repertoire by heart and spends his time singing at the top of his lungs while we thumb a ride. One Saturday late morning, we’d been waiting for a while at the exit of Châteauneuf-sur-Loire when a little lady came up to him and asked if he could please sing a little quieter: a baby was sleeping in the house. He put on the most sorry face: “Oh, sorry ma’am, we didn’t realize.” No sooner had the lady gone back inside than he started again. Luckily, a car stopped just then, sparing me the embarrassment of seeing the lady come back out.
Saturday was also the day when the cigarette pack was dangerously low. So before leaving, we’d go buy some “Parisiennes,” the “P4s” as we called them back then. They were slightly thinner cigarettes with a mix of tobacco scraps. Sometimes they tasted like light tobacco, sometimes like dark. Not great, but by the end of the week, our pocket money was gone. They were sold in small packs of four, hence the name P4. We’d only pay 20 centimes. On Saturdays, it was rare for the two of us to manage to scrape together 1.50 F to buy a whole pack of Gauloises...
The last twenty kilometers, I’d usually do alone, Patrice having reached his destination. From time to time, luck would smile on me: an acquaintance would just happen to pass by and stop. One January Saturday, at the exit of Gien, I ran into another guy from Argenton whom I knew a little. That day, the weather was nice, but the temperature was well below zero. It was around noon, and it was the off-peak hour. We were shivering, stamping our feet by the side of the road, when a Citroën “Tube” arrived: it was his father’s boss’s, a mason. They were both sitting in the front, but since they were obese, they had us climb onto the open back. Even though we huddled against the cab to shelter from the wind, the twenty kilometers felt very long, especially since we were only going sixty kilometers an hour. Our hands and cheeks were blue when we finally arrived.
The year I took my baccalaureate, a friend with a 2CV would take me Monday mornings with one or two others we’d pick up in nearby villages. We’d share the gas costs, but it was still cheaper than the bus. And in winter, the bus was my nightmare. You had to get up at five to catch it at six. Not enough sleep, and outside it was freezing or raining—or both. The 2CV was luxury. Plus, Philippe would pick me up at home. On the other hand, since I didn’t have class Saturday mornings—well, I did, but we only had PE the first two hours and nothing after—I’d skip class and slip out right after breakfast to thumb a ride at the Pont de Bourgogne.
Those three high school years were formative in this optional subject that was hitchhiking. Little by little, I learned the rules of the game. First, you shouldn’t walk along the road while thumbing. Cars go too fast and can’t stop easily. Accepting a ride that’s too short is also a no-go. The guy who offers to take you a little way but drops you off at some vague crossroads in the middle of nowhere? No thanks. You need to get dropped off in a town. If it’s a fairly big city, you often have to cross it from one end to the other, but it’s better. At the exit, you have to choose your spot well. Actually, you have to put yourself in the driver’s shoes: they need to see you early enough, not be going too fast, and be able to stop easily without risking an accident. So when leaving a city, it’s better not to go too far. It’s wiser to find a spot where cars go slowly and can stop easily. And preferably near a café. The café is for when you still have a few coins for a coffee and need to warm up. From time to time, you’d run into someone nice who’d make a detour to drop you off at a better spot to start again. Finally, if possible, avoid hitchhiking on Sundays. Cars are packed with whole families who, most of the time, aren’t going far. And then there’s the little worry of those people who rarely leave home: with everything you read in the papers...
During those high school years, it was only short trips, rarely exceeding a hundred kilometers. Later, I aimed bigger, and things were a bit different. In 1973-74, I crossed part of France for the first time on two or three occasions, coming back from the German border or returning to Bordeaux, where we lived briefly. Since there weren’t many highways back then, we took national roads. It was during these trips that I realized it was better to leave in the evening. As I said earlier, Sunday is to be avoided, but on weekdays, there’s another problem: if you leave in the morning, you only make short hops. First, it often takes longer to get going because drivers are people going to work nearby. Which brings us back to those who drop you off in a bad spot, far from everything. There, you have to know how to refuse. You thank the driver for stopping—oh, if only everyone could be like you—while explaining why you’d rather stay put. People don’t take offense, by the way. Those who pick up hitchhikers often hitchhiked themselves when they were in the military or before they had a car. In the late afternoon, you’d often run into salespeople or truckers, in other words, people who drive a lot. At that time, salespeople no longer had appointments and were more relaxed. They wanted to talk about something other than the merits of their products. On the radio, it was time for *Les Grosses Têtes*. You’d also quite often run into small business owners, professionals, or even hippies. The conversations were pleasant and often enriching. A little later in the evening, truckers would take over. They’d already driven a few hundred kilometers, and the depot or customs was still far away. So they’d gladly take a hitchhiker to stay awake at the wheel and chat. The radio with Max Ménier’s show *Les routiers sont sympas*, you’d eventually get tired of it. So a hitchhiker was a change. Others, who’d hit the road at midnight to be at their destination by morning, were nice and offered to let you lie down on the bunk while they drove. When you’d been hitchhiking since six in the evening, freezing in the wind between two vehicles, you weren’t unhappy to take a little nap.
Speaking of Max Ménier, he’d often make announcements for hitchhikers. One evening, I called him. It was getting late, and I still had quite a way to go. No luck: the show had ended for good the day before!
In short, it’s better not to rush, sleep in, and leave after lunch, or better yet, in the late afternoon. Obviously, I’m talking about when you have several hundred kilometers to cover. That’s when you have to play it pro.
First thing, especially at night, but it also applies in the middle of summer when the light is blinding: dress to be seen from far away. I’ll admit I have an advantage over most other hitchhikers: I’m small and don’t scare people. To balance that out, racist drivers often take me for an Arab and are less likely to pick me up, but overall, the balance tips in my favor. Back to the need to be seen: at night, I wear light-colored clothes. In headlights, you can see me from far away.
Second thing: travel light. Forget the big backpack with a frame. Drivers don’t always have room in the trunk or on the back seat, especially if it’s rained and the ground is wet. Plus, it forces them to get out of the car. If they’re nice enough to pick up a hitchhiker, you shouldn’t ask for too much either.
Third thing: bring a cardboard sign and a big marker—like the ones in the photo at the start of this post—to write the name of your destination. In the early 80s, I ran a tourist house in the Cher, but I lived in the Netherlands. In the off-season, it was only open on weekends. On Fridays, I’d leave Holland and return on Mondays. 1200 km round trip. On the way there, in Paris, I’d stand at Porte de la Chapelle. At that spot, the road is very wide, and drivers could stop easily. Obviously, on the sign, I didn’t write Eindhoven, which not everyone knows, and even less Amsterdam because of its seedy reputation. In that case, you’d expect to see a police car stop and two officers in kepis ask for your papers. So as a first destination, I’d write Compiègne. We were well out of Paris, and since it wasn’t too far, a trucker or salesperson was less reluctant to stop. Once past Compiègne, I’d take out my Lille sign. Once in Belgium, it wasn’t really necessary to use a sign anymore, since everyone was going in the same direction. Usually, the guy who picked me up at Porte de la Chapelle would say he wasn’t going far but could take me a little way. Before that, I’d still ask if there was a gas station on the highway where he could drop me off before exiting. While talking, the guy would realize he wasn’t dealing with a dangerous criminal. He’d pretend to check his watch, think for a moment, then say that actually, he was going to Belgium and could take me to the border or a little beyond. To leave Paris on the way back, I’d take the train to Melun, where it was easier to hitchhike than at Porte d’Italie.
Over all those years, I think I was pretty lucky. Or maybe philosophical enough not to imagine a car would stop after a few minutes. An hour’s wait was average. Sure, I sometimes waited three, four, or five hours. Most often at odd hours and in terrible weather. When it doesn’t work, it doesn’t work. But there’s always a moment when things pick up. Sure, when you’re soaked in freezing rain in the early morning after a sleepless night, you’re less philosophical than when I’m writing these lines comfortably at my computer, but it still holds true.
Earlier, I mentioned clothing and the importance of being well-rested before leaving. When you’ve eaten well and just gotten out of the shower, shaved, you’re in a better mood. And somehow, drivers sense it. Or at least, that’s the impression I’ve always had. It’s better to look in shape than disgusted at standing there, half-heartedly thumbing a ride. In short, when I’d start to get fed up with waiting, I’d go into the first café I saw for a coffee. Coming back out, I’d be refreshed, and most of the time, a car would stop within minutes. I’ve often said that when I stood by the side of the road thumbing a ride, I felt a bit like a gambler in front of a slot machine. It was a matter of giving luck a chance. And well, it worked out pretty well.
Then, there are countries where hitchhiking works really well and others where it’s harder. In the 70s-80s, it worked best in Germany and England. In the late afternoon, it wasn’t rare to be invited for tea. Well, that was in England. Tea meant being offered room and board. In Germany, they’d offer you coffee. Once there, they’d first show you the guest room and point out the bathroom before sitting you down in front of a big plate of cold cuts. In the evening, they’d go out in town, and the next morning, they’d usually drop you off at a good spot for hitchhiking. On the other hand, in Mediterranean and Scandinavian countries, you’d better be patient. In Spain or Italy, it’s better to take the train, which was dirt cheap back then. However, if you’re a couple traveling light, it’s already easier in most countries.
In 1982, I went on a trip around Turkey with my girlfriend. We only had two small bags, which was plenty. It was November-December, and we wore our warm, bulky clothes. Leaving Eindhoven at nine in the morning, we arrived in Graz, near the Yugoslav border, at eleven at night. 1300 km in a day! In just four or five vehicles. One to the German border, about fifty kilometers from Eindhoven, the second to Hagen in the Ruhr, the third to Salzburg, and the last to Graz at the Yugoslav border. Record broken. During the night crossing of Yugoslavia, we ran into a trucker close to retirement who lent us the truck’s bunk. So we arrived fresh and rested near Skopje the next morning. We continued to Thessaloniki in northern Greece before taking the train to Istanbul. In Turkey, we traveled a good part of the country by hitchhiking too. With truckers in old, overloaded, slow trucks that climbed hills at fifteen kilometers an hour, but also in cars where five or six people were already crammed in. And every time, we were invited for tea. Once, we were even picked up by a big shot in his Mercedes with a chauffeur. Until then, the average speed was around fifty kilometers an hour. There, we were going two hundred. On a national road, not a nice European highway.
I’ve also hitchhiked in Nepal, from Lumbini, Buddha’s birthplace, to a village on the way to Pokhara. It must have been midday. No bus until the next day. I gave it a try. A small truck overloaded with rice sacks, with two or three young people already perched on top, stopped. I rode on the roof of the cab. At fifty kilometers an hour when it was going well, with a breathtaking view. Coming back from India, I also crossed part of Iran by hitchhiking, from Tehran to the Turkish border. I did this trip with an Austrian I met at the hotel who, like me, had to watch his pennies. We gave it a shot. There was almost no traffic, but to our great surprise, the first car that passed in the area would always stop. They’d just ask for a modest contribution for gas, and it cost next to nothing.
Sometimes, you get scared too. After leaving Turkey in early December 82, we spent about two weeks in the southern Peloponnese harvesting olives. A few days before Christmas, we hitchhiked back to Holland. A girl picked us up in her little Fiat 500. We were driving on a mountain road, and that morning there was a bit of black ice. After crossing a pass, we saw the old Ford Taunus ahead of us at fifty meters start to skid. The driver let out a “heeee!” while grabbing my knees. I reflexively grabbed the wheel. Finally, the Taunus got back on track. And we didn’t swerve. But those few seconds felt very long.
In January 77, while I’d been living in Germany for a few months, I decided to spend a few days in Italy. By hitchhiking, of course. I left in the early afternoon, and by ten at night, I wasn’t far from Frankfurt. I saw a big Mercedes stop. The four or five young people crammed inside were listening to Schlager at full volume. Beer cans littered the floor. They didn’t have a precise destination, and as long as they were going south, that was fine with me. They’d finished their military service that very day and had clearly already celebrated their discharge. The driver was going 160, zigzagging dangerously from one side of the highway to the other. I should have realized he wasn’t entirely sober either. Luckily, there was almost no traffic. Finally, I managed to get dropped off at a gas station just before Frankfurt, relieved. I hope their trip didn’t end tragically.
Another time, coming back from Holland with my wife, we were picked up early in the morning near Senlis by two guys from Lille. They were going to work near Tours and could drop us off at Porte d’Italie. Apparently, they were coworkers but barely knew each other. The driver offered us a beer—at six in the morning, sure!—before opening another can for himself. He was clearly having trouble staying in the right lane. We politely declined, the passenger too. Everyone was tense. Luckily, it was rush hour on the ring road, and we were going slowly. When we got out of the car, the passenger said goodbye with the look of a guy being offered the condemned man’s rum and cigarette.
Finally, there are the annoying remarks from drivers who are either gay when you’re alone or turned on by the sight of your girlfriend when you’re a couple. In those cases, I’d get in the back so the guy wouldn’t feel too confident. And if the conversation got a little too suggestive, we’d deflect until we got dropped off.
And luckily, there are the times, not so rare after all, when you run into really nice people who invite you to eat and sleep at their place and drive you to a good spot the next morning. In Germany and England, that was common. And then there are the big strokes of luck, like during our trip to Turkey when we crossed most of Germany in one car, or that other time when some Germans drove me from the exit of Geneva all the way to the Costa Brava.
Going back to “with everything you read in the papers” and its variant “with everything you see on TV”—and now on the internet—it’s always left me perplexed. Personally, I’ve never heard of hitchhikers assaulting drivers, even if it may have happened. On the other hand, what was most common were hitchhikers being assaulted, especially girls. Anyway, even armed, it seems a bit stupid to assault the driver—wouldn’t that risk causing an accident?
Finally, since that time, I’ve occasionally wanted to hitchhike somewhere far away in France. Most often, too busy with work, it never happened, but the nostalgia hasn’t completely disappeared.
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Other Hitchhikers
And then one day, I... settled down to become a driver myself. Ten years had passed, and you saw fewer and fewer hitchhikers. Or maybe I saw fewer because I had a regular job and wasn’t traveling the same way. And then I understood a few things.
Several times, I was tempted to pick up a hitchhiker, but they didn’t meet the required conditions. They were walking along the road instead of staying at the exit of the previous town. Hard to stop without risking an accident. Or the guy looked really scruffy. Or he was sulking, if not both. Then you think of that famous “with everything you read in the papers.” Not that I was scared, but unfortunately, the few hitchhikers I did pick up later were rarely interesting.
A few years ago, we picked up a young guy at the exit of a small town in Sologne. Not an easy spot for hitchhiking. Bad luck, he was a pretentious little jerk. He was barely 20 or 25 and talked like a bitter old man. He was a waiter in a restaurant. According to him, it was lucky he was there, otherwise the boss would have closed up shop long ago. You’d think he had thirty or forty years of professional experience behind him. As we approached Blois, he started ranting about Arabs, blaming them for all evils. And he laid it on thick. That morning, we were going to a teenager’s funeral who had just committed suicide, so he really got on our nerves, Mr. Know-It-All. Out of anger, I dropped him off next to a shopping center a few kilometers from downtown. Not nice, but it felt good.
Some time ago, we were driving around the Limousin on a Sunday to try out the used Twingo we’d just bought. We picked up a guy in his forties. A German who spoke French well. He started talking about the environment. He was a green Khmer. He got worked up all by himself with his pseudo-eco rant and, after a few kilometers, was almost yelling at us. As we were about to leave the main road for a small one, I dropped him off at a crossroads in the middle of nowhere. Normally, I would have made a little detour to take him to a better spot, but this time, I didn’t feel like doing the... eco-warrior a favor.
On the other hand, I’ve still done my good deed a few times. One June morning, coming back from Orléans, I saw a man in his sixties hitchhiking. The poor guy had had a rough time. He was from Montpellier and was coming back from Caen, where he’d been promised a job. Once there, they bluntly told him the position was already taken, and he had to go back. Except he didn’t have enough money left for the train. He’d spent the night hitchhiking without success. I could only take him as far as Lamotte-Beuvron, where I dropped him off near the fire station. Apparently, there was some vague shelter there or something, but it only opened a few hours later. In the meantime, he settled on the grass in a corner to sleep a little. While he was doing that, I quickly went to the train station to check the price of a ticket to Montpellier. It was within my means. Since he was sound asleep, I slipped the train ticket and 100 francs into his pocket. I couldn’t imagine him continuing to hitchhike all the way to Montpellier. And I bet he didn’t even have a piece of cardboard and a marker!
When we go to Brazil, we usually rent a small car. One day, we were coming back from Paracuru to Fortaleza when we saw a whole family hitchhiking. Two adults and two or three small children. Here near the equator, the sun sets very quickly, and it would soon be night. There was little traffic, and trucks wouldn’t stop because there was no room in the cab. As for the rich people driving big 4x4s, they wouldn’t stoop to picking up the lower classes. The only hope for this kind of family was usually a farmer or artisan who’d let them ride in the back of his pickup. Obviously, they were a bit surprised to see us. Everyone crammed in as best they could in the back of our little car. When we dropped them off, we got a whole string of “Deus lhes abençõe”—God bless you.
Still in Brazil, we were on the road from Barreirinhas to São Luís do Maranhão. About 150 km of deserted road with an isolated mud house here and there. A young woman flagged us down. She was very pregnant and had to get to the clinic twenty or thirty kilometers away to give birth. Someone was supposed to drive her, but the first signs of labor started earlier than expected, and the driver was unavailable. Even driving fast, we weren’t feeling great: it would be just our luck if she gave birth in the car!
Today, we’re in the age of smartphones and carpooling apps. Safety. With everything you see on TV... Three or four years ago, we signed up on a platform. Our first, and only, “client” was a little jerk who didn’t say a word the whole trip. No hello, no goodbye, and certainly no thank you. The next day, we found his Ray-Bans in the car. We didn’t run after him to give them back. Ha!
The North Cape by 4x4 in the Snow
Our trip lasted a month, from March 10 to April 10, 2024, and was done aboard our Land Rover Defender 110. For those interested, our 4x4 is equipped with mountain-approved 3PMFSF all-terrain tires (non-studded), a removable electric winch that can be attached to either the front or rear of the vehicle, two sand recovery boards, and we bring two pairs of snow chains. We sleep in our Land Rover, which is equipped with a diesel-powered independent heater, a small fridge, and has a layout that allows the dinette to be converted into a bed.
Starting from the Paris region, we crossed Belgium and Germany, took the ferry from Travemünde in northern Germany to Helsinki, followed the Russian border up to northern Finland, then headed into Norway all the way to the North Cape before returning via Norway, taking the ferry from Larvik in Norway to Hirtshals in Denmark, then passing through Germany and Belgium on our way back to France.
Tonight, March 10, 2024, we’ll be sleeping at our daughter’s place in the North.
Tuesday, March 11, we’ll cross Belgium and then enter Germany, where we’ll camp in Bremen.
Wednesday, March 12, we’ll have a quick visit to Bremen in the morning. We had planned to visit Lübeck, but some electrical issues with the car delayed us, so we head straight to the German port of Travemünde, where we’re set to embark at 11:30 PM to cross the Baltic Sea and arrive in Helsinki after 31 hours of sailing (one-way cabin ticket cost: 850 €—quite expensive since we booked last minute).
On the ferry, there are mostly semi-trucks and only a few campervans and passenger cars. The boat is quiet, and the Baltic Sea is calm.
About two hours before arriving in Helsinki, we hear noise along the hull. Surprise—looking out the porthole, we realize we’re sailing on frozen sea ice!
Thursday, March 14, we arrive at the port of Helsinki at 9:30 AM. Disembarking takes a while. As soon as we’re out, we head straight to Rastila Camping (cost: 27 €), about ten kilometers east of Helsinki. Then we go to a Land Rover garage to fix our headlight switch, which stopped working (a real hassle in Finland since you have to drive with low beams on at all times).
After the repair, we visit the stunning Temppeliaukio Church, which is built underground.
On our way back to the campsite, we stop at the supermarket for supplies. Prices are similar to France, except for imported products.
We settle into our snowy campsite spot.
Starting from the Paris region, we crossed Belgium and Germany, took the ferry from Travemünde in northern Germany to Helsinki, followed the Russian border up to northern Finland, then headed into Norway all the way to the North Cape before returning via Norway, taking the ferry from Larvik in Norway to Hirtshals in Denmark, then passing through Germany and Belgium on our way back to France.
Tonight, March 10, 2024, we’ll be sleeping at our daughter’s place in the North.
Tuesday, March 11, we’ll cross Belgium and then enter Germany, where we’ll camp in Bremen.
Wednesday, March 12, we’ll have a quick visit to Bremen in the morning. We had planned to visit Lübeck, but some electrical issues with the car delayed us, so we head straight to the German port of Travemünde, where we’re set to embark at 11:30 PM to cross the Baltic Sea and arrive in Helsinki after 31 hours of sailing (one-way cabin ticket cost: 850 €—quite expensive since we booked last minute).
On the ferry, there are mostly semi-trucks and only a few campervans and passenger cars. The boat is quiet, and the Baltic Sea is calm.
About two hours before arriving in Helsinki, we hear noise along the hull. Surprise—looking out the porthole, we realize we’re sailing on frozen sea ice!
Thursday, March 14, we arrive at the port of Helsinki at 9:30 AM. Disembarking takes a while. As soon as we’re out, we head straight to Rastila Camping (cost: 27 €), about ten kilometers east of Helsinki. Then we go to a Land Rover garage to fix our headlight switch, which stopped working (a real hassle in Finland since you have to drive with low beams on at all times).
After the repair, we visit the stunning Temppeliaukio Church, which is built underground.
On our way back to the campsite, we stop at the supermarket for supplies. Prices are similar to France, except for imported products.
We settle into our snowy campsite spot.
Crete Spring 2024
CRETE
Spring 2024 from April 11 to May 9
Thursday, April 11: Flight Montreal – Athens (Air Canada # AC 898) Flight Athens – Heraklion (Air Agean # A 3318) Fri 12, Sat 13, and Sun 14 April: Heraklion: Marin Dream Hotel: room great (a bit cramped); location great; breakfast excellent. Spectacular view (5th floor) of the port, balcony, close to the center and restaurants, cleanliness and comfort. I’ll definitely go back! We enjoyed this city, often unfairly criticized because it’s compared to the "three beauties." It’s a great entry point to the island, lets you catch your breath after a few hours of flying and jet lag, and you won’t get bored for 2-3 days. Monday, April 15 am: Car rental (pickup at the airport) Rental company: Auto Europe / Enterprise. Opel Corsica. Efficient and courteous service. Clean car in good condition. No issues. Quick return. I’ll rent again. PS: The two trips between the city center and the airport: public transport (bus): fast, efficient, and cheap.
Mon 15, Tue 16, and Wed 17 April: Agios Nikolaos Highlights: Kritsa, Knossos, Spinalonga, and Mochlos (for the breathtaking descent and the restaurant (Taverna Natural) a short distance from the descent). Accommodation in Ammoudara 72 100 (7-8 km from A.N.): Panorama Bay Villas Apartments. Location (elevated with a view of the blue sea), setting (unbeatable view), convenience, cleanliness, pool: Excellent. I’d run back here. A breakfast in Kritsa is lovely.
Thu 18 and Fri 19 April: Mirtos 720 56: A small seaside town, a bit sleepy, that can be summed up by a main street parallel and very close to the sea, with simple and smiling people. A base for lovely mountain hikes... and Gortyn. Accommodation: Hotel Mirtos: I’ve seen better! But it was only for 2 nights, and considering the rates, the enormous breakfast, and the kindness of the lady... it’s hard to complain. I’d go back if I’m in the area... for 1 or 2 nights. A taverna worth mentioning: Sigelakis, in Sivas. Sat 20, Sun 21, and Mon 22 April: Matala area: Matala: can someone explain the hype? But we were charmed by the region, its small villages (a little nod to Agia Galini), a small mountain school with its students and teacher, and its hidden little beaches... and a taverna (whose owner was a shepherd in another life) and a restaurant where we had our 3 dinners (no need to look elsewhere!). Accommodation in Kamilari(on) 700 20: Aelia Apartments: A long, narrow road through olive groves... the further we went, the more we thought we were on the wrong track! Phew! What an apartment (kitchenette, living room, two bedrooms including one in a mezzanine, balcony). Phew! What a setting, overlooking the surroundings from the terrace! I’d book again right away! Tue 23, Wed 24, and Thu 25 April: Plakias: A favorite! A lovely seaside walk with several terrace bars for an aperitif and really feeling on vacation. Morning hikes and discoveries, and in the afternoon, beach-pool at all-inclusive resorts a few kilometers away (one drink gets you in) and other small beaches. The charm of Spili, the softness of Loutro, and the enchantment of the Imbros Gorge. Accommodation: Horizon Beach Hotel: on the upper floor, a large bright room, a big balcony, and the vast sea right in front of us. Great location. A 10-15 minute walk from the center of Plakias. A great find: I’ll remember this address. In the center, on a street perpendicular to the sea, at the end of this street on your left (facing a tiny bar), one of our best dinners in Crete. The Plakias-Chora Sfakion road is breathtaking, but avoid the road—or rather the path—that hugs the sea too closely... which we didn’t do. Guaranteed sweating!
Fri 26, Sat 27, Sun 28, and Mon 29: Chania: The "big" city. The contrast with the Cretan countryside! Chania offers many attractions for tourists. We happily got "lost" in its alleys. We really enjoyed the quays for a drink at any time and for the lively atmosphere... but I wouldn’t want to be there in July! Accommodation: Boutique Hotel Del Doge. Good location. Close to the port and well soundproofed. A slightly faded decor but very decent. Spacious room and a somewhat narrow bathroom. Parking in a vacant lot along the sea: a 15-20 minute walk. I’d go back unless I find something better! Our favorite spots: we’ll remember Faka, To Stachi, and a restaurant in the center of a small square in the old part (every time we passed by, the TV was on a sports channel!) for the food, service, and friendliness of the staff. AND the ice cream! Great excursions to Valmos and Balos, Kefalas, Kaviles, Almirida, and Gavalochori. Three (3) days would have been enough to get a good sense of the city and the immediate area. It’s not a city—and I’m not even talking about the historic part—where it’s easy to drive. Tue 30, Wed May 1, and Thu 2: Paleochora. Or rather near Paleochora, in Kountoura Selinou (730 01), we stayed at Vienna Rooms Apartments. A few kilometers from the city, a short 10-minute drive, in a lovely olive grove that makes you forget the greenhouses that proliferate in the neighborhood. A large green garden, a big pool, tranquility, and the sea in front of you. Lovely apartments, well furnished, functional, and brand new (still smells new!) On the P-KS road, halfway, on the sea side, there’s a small, brand-new hotel where I’ll stop next time. What a view from the upper floor! Paleochora is a charming little town with a pleasant seaside promenade and an inner street parallel to it, lined with pretty shops. And an important detail: there’s a well-stocked wine bar, Monika Wine Bar, with attentive staff. A good selection of restaurants and a superb breakfast offering. What extraordinary excursions! Elafonissi, Sougia by boat, and up high, many tiny villages and breathtaking panoramas! Fri 03, Sat 04, and Happy Easter May 05: Rethymnon Accommodation: Hotel Casa dei Delfini. Very well located, comfortable, modern, with a certain prestige. A large dining room, stone walls, and a monumental staircase... feels like a castle (parador) in Spain... and a great breakfast. Friendly staff. The market where you can park is a 10-minute walk away. I’ll book again. Of the three "beauties" of Crete, this is our favorite. The center doesn’t (yet) have the "shopping mall" vibe that Chania has a bit too much. It feels good there. It has a cheerful air. Great restaurants. Easter day: visit around Arkadi. Otherwise, we strolled through the city to soak in the beauty of this island. Mon 06, Tue 07, and Wed 08 May: Athens. Flight Aegean #3307 (from Heraklion) Thu 09 May: Return flight: Athens-Montreal. Air Canada #899.
This was our second trip to Greece but our first to Crete. I say "first" because we’re seriously thinking of coming back in May 2025. We traveled in the blooming spring, so without the tourist crowds, and with restaurant and hotel staff in good shape... we could imagine what Crete must be like between July 15 and August 15!!! So our comments should be considered with that in mind. We’re a couple, she’s 76, and he—the driver, GPS, road map, and more—is 79. We’re living proof that Cretan roads are good. They wind, which is normal—we’re in the mountains—sometimes narrow, which is normal—we’re in the mountains—but they’re in very good condition, and Cretan drivers are respectful. Ideal travel climate: not a drop of rain or I don’t remember any! We’ll come back in May for a bit more warmth to enjoy the sea more. Food: the quality and quantity of breakfasts; dinners are good or even very good but sometimes a bit "copy-paste." Landscapes, green mountains, dark canyons (what we saw at 76+79), and endless deep blue, breathtaking. Tomatoes, olives, and honey: we’d want more. The trust restaurateurs show: you have to insist to get the bill!!! Easter: we were in Rethymnon: the crowd was much less oppressive than in Chania two weeks earlier. The kindness and eagerness of people in shops and on the street... which doubles or triples when you stammer a few words of Greek. Our favorites: Kamilari, Plakias, and... Heraklion, yes. In short, we loved it!
PS: Car rental: Why Auto Europe (Enterprise)? The ‘small local rental companies’ don’t rent (re: insurance) to people over 75 springs old!
Thursday, April 11: Flight Montreal – Athens (Air Canada # AC 898) Flight Athens – Heraklion (Air Agean # A 3318) Fri 12, Sat 13, and Sun 14 April: Heraklion: Marin Dream Hotel: room great (a bit cramped); location great; breakfast excellent. Spectacular view (5th floor) of the port, balcony, close to the center and restaurants, cleanliness and comfort. I’ll definitely go back! We enjoyed this city, often unfairly criticized because it’s compared to the "three beauties." It’s a great entry point to the island, lets you catch your breath after a few hours of flying and jet lag, and you won’t get bored for 2-3 days. Monday, April 15 am: Car rental (pickup at the airport) Rental company: Auto Europe / Enterprise. Opel Corsica. Efficient and courteous service. Clean car in good condition. No issues. Quick return. I’ll rent again. PS: The two trips between the city center and the airport: public transport (bus): fast, efficient, and cheap.
Mon 15, Tue 16, and Wed 17 April: Agios Nikolaos Highlights: Kritsa, Knossos, Spinalonga, and Mochlos (for the breathtaking descent and the restaurant (Taverna Natural) a short distance from the descent). Accommodation in Ammoudara 72 100 (7-8 km from A.N.): Panorama Bay Villas Apartments. Location (elevated with a view of the blue sea), setting (unbeatable view), convenience, cleanliness, pool: Excellent. I’d run back here. A breakfast in Kritsa is lovely.
Thu 18 and Fri 19 April: Mirtos 720 56: A small seaside town, a bit sleepy, that can be summed up by a main street parallel and very close to the sea, with simple and smiling people. A base for lovely mountain hikes... and Gortyn. Accommodation: Hotel Mirtos: I’ve seen better! But it was only for 2 nights, and considering the rates, the enormous breakfast, and the kindness of the lady... it’s hard to complain. I’d go back if I’m in the area... for 1 or 2 nights. A taverna worth mentioning: Sigelakis, in Sivas. Sat 20, Sun 21, and Mon 22 April: Matala area: Matala: can someone explain the hype? But we were charmed by the region, its small villages (a little nod to Agia Galini), a small mountain school with its students and teacher, and its hidden little beaches... and a taverna (whose owner was a shepherd in another life) and a restaurant where we had our 3 dinners (no need to look elsewhere!). Accommodation in Kamilari(on) 700 20: Aelia Apartments: A long, narrow road through olive groves... the further we went, the more we thought we were on the wrong track! Phew! What an apartment (kitchenette, living room, two bedrooms including one in a mezzanine, balcony). Phew! What a setting, overlooking the surroundings from the terrace! I’d book again right away! Tue 23, Wed 24, and Thu 25 April: Plakias: A favorite! A lovely seaside walk with several terrace bars for an aperitif and really feeling on vacation. Morning hikes and discoveries, and in the afternoon, beach-pool at all-inclusive resorts a few kilometers away (one drink gets you in) and other small beaches. The charm of Spili, the softness of Loutro, and the enchantment of the Imbros Gorge. Accommodation: Horizon Beach Hotel: on the upper floor, a large bright room, a big balcony, and the vast sea right in front of us. Great location. A 10-15 minute walk from the center of Plakias. A great find: I’ll remember this address. In the center, on a street perpendicular to the sea, at the end of this street on your left (facing a tiny bar), one of our best dinners in Crete. The Plakias-Chora Sfakion road is breathtaking, but avoid the road—or rather the path—that hugs the sea too closely... which we didn’t do. Guaranteed sweating!
Fri 26, Sat 27, Sun 28, and Mon 29: Chania: The "big" city. The contrast with the Cretan countryside! Chania offers many attractions for tourists. We happily got "lost" in its alleys. We really enjoyed the quays for a drink at any time and for the lively atmosphere... but I wouldn’t want to be there in July! Accommodation: Boutique Hotel Del Doge. Good location. Close to the port and well soundproofed. A slightly faded decor but very decent. Spacious room and a somewhat narrow bathroom. Parking in a vacant lot along the sea: a 15-20 minute walk. I’d go back unless I find something better! Our favorite spots: we’ll remember Faka, To Stachi, and a restaurant in the center of a small square in the old part (every time we passed by, the TV was on a sports channel!) for the food, service, and friendliness of the staff. AND the ice cream! Great excursions to Valmos and Balos, Kefalas, Kaviles, Almirida, and Gavalochori. Three (3) days would have been enough to get a good sense of the city and the immediate area. It’s not a city—and I’m not even talking about the historic part—where it’s easy to drive. Tue 30, Wed May 1, and Thu 2: Paleochora. Or rather near Paleochora, in Kountoura Selinou (730 01), we stayed at Vienna Rooms Apartments. A few kilometers from the city, a short 10-minute drive, in a lovely olive grove that makes you forget the greenhouses that proliferate in the neighborhood. A large green garden, a big pool, tranquility, and the sea in front of you. Lovely apartments, well furnished, functional, and brand new (still smells new!) On the P-KS road, halfway, on the sea side, there’s a small, brand-new hotel where I’ll stop next time. What a view from the upper floor! Paleochora is a charming little town with a pleasant seaside promenade and an inner street parallel to it, lined with pretty shops. And an important detail: there’s a well-stocked wine bar, Monika Wine Bar, with attentive staff. A good selection of restaurants and a superb breakfast offering. What extraordinary excursions! Elafonissi, Sougia by boat, and up high, many tiny villages and breathtaking panoramas! Fri 03, Sat 04, and Happy Easter May 05: Rethymnon Accommodation: Hotel Casa dei Delfini. Very well located, comfortable, modern, with a certain prestige. A large dining room, stone walls, and a monumental staircase... feels like a castle (parador) in Spain... and a great breakfast. Friendly staff. The market where you can park is a 10-minute walk away. I’ll book again. Of the three "beauties" of Crete, this is our favorite. The center doesn’t (yet) have the "shopping mall" vibe that Chania has a bit too much. It feels good there. It has a cheerful air. Great restaurants. Easter day: visit around Arkadi. Otherwise, we strolled through the city to soak in the beauty of this island. Mon 06, Tue 07, and Wed 08 May: Athens. Flight Aegean #3307 (from Heraklion) Thu 09 May: Return flight: Athens-Montreal. Air Canada #899.
This was our second trip to Greece but our first to Crete. I say "first" because we’re seriously thinking of coming back in May 2025. We traveled in the blooming spring, so without the tourist crowds, and with restaurant and hotel staff in good shape... we could imagine what Crete must be like between July 15 and August 15!!! So our comments should be considered with that in mind. We’re a couple, she’s 76, and he—the driver, GPS, road map, and more—is 79. We’re living proof that Cretan roads are good. They wind, which is normal—we’re in the mountains—sometimes narrow, which is normal—we’re in the mountains—but they’re in very good condition, and Cretan drivers are respectful. Ideal travel climate: not a drop of rain or I don’t remember any! We’ll come back in May for a bit more warmth to enjoy the sea more. Food: the quality and quantity of breakfasts; dinners are good or even very good but sometimes a bit "copy-paste." Landscapes, green mountains, dark canyons (what we saw at 76+79), and endless deep blue, breathtaking. Tomatoes, olives, and honey: we’d want more. The trust restaurateurs show: you have to insist to get the bill!!! Easter: we were in Rethymnon: the crowd was much less oppressive than in Chania two weeks earlier. The kindness and eagerness of people in shops and on the street... which doubles or triples when you stammer a few words of Greek. Our favorites: Kamilari, Plakias, and... Heraklion, yes. In short, we loved it!
PS: Car rental: Why Auto Europe (Enterprise)? The ‘small local rental companies’ don’t rent (re: insurance) to people over 75 springs old!
VoyageForum Members' 2025 Cruise Departure Calendar
hi everyone
I’ll go ahead and restart the cruise calendar for 2025 for now.
It can give people ideas and might help members meet up!
Two essential rules: don’t “quote” the calendar when replying—this’ll avoid any confusion and if you can, list your cruise in this example format: enter the month first, then date /username / SHIP / number of days / destination / departure port
FEBRUARY
14/02- poupou10 / CELEBRITY INFINITY /11 days / Greece Turkey Cyprus / Piraeus (Athens) AUGUST 01/08- poupou10 / REGAL PRINCESS /13 days / British Isles / Southampton YOUR TURN 😉 NUMBER OF CRUISES 2025: 2 JANUARY FEBRUARY 14/02- poupou10 / CELEBRITY INFINITY /11 days / Greece Turkey Cyprus / Piraeus (Athens) MARCH APRIL MAY JUNE JULY AUGUST 01/08- poupou10 / REGAL PRINCESS /13 days / British Isles / Southampton SEPTEMBER OCTOBER NOVEMBER DECEMBER
Two essential rules: don’t “quote” the calendar when replying—this’ll avoid any confusion and if you can, list your cruise in this example format: enter the month first, then date /username / SHIP / number of days / destination / departure port
FEBRUARY
14/02- poupou10 / CELEBRITY INFINITY /11 days / Greece Turkey Cyprus / Piraeus (Athens) AUGUST 01/08- poupou10 / REGAL PRINCESS /13 days / British Isles / Southampton YOUR TURN 😉 NUMBER OF CRUISES 2025: 2 JANUARY FEBRUARY 14/02- poupou10 / CELEBRITY INFINITY /11 days / Greece Turkey Cyprus / Piraeus (Athens) MARCH APRIL MAY JUNE JULY AUGUST 01/08- poupou10 / REGAL PRINCESS /13 days / British Isles / Southampton SEPTEMBER OCTOBER NOVEMBER DECEMBER
First trips after...
A turbulent period came to an end around 2022.
Many of us have returned to big trips after making only very small ones—or none at all. For a little anecdote, my dentist told me that due to the lack of travel, a lot of clients treated themselves to implants they would’ve otherwise skipped. The joy of traveling again probably gave some vacationers smiles they hadn’t dared to show before!
Here, you can share what’s on your mind: Have these new, real trips disappointed you, rejuvenated you, or just relieved a long frustration?
For my part, not being so young anymore, there was definitely relief but no explosion of joy. I just had the feeling of picking up the thread of life after a foggy pause, with the bitter taste that 2 or 3 years of my life had been partly stolen from me.
Many of us have returned to big trips after making only very small ones—or none at all. For a little anecdote, my dentist told me that due to the lack of travel, a lot of clients treated themselves to implants they would’ve otherwise skipped. The joy of traveling again probably gave some vacationers smiles they hadn’t dared to show before!
Here, you can share what’s on your mind: Have these new, real trips disappointed you, rejuvenated you, or just relieved a long frustration?
For my part, not being so young anymore, there was definitely relief but no explosion of joy. I just had the feeling of picking up the thread of life after a foggy pause, with the bitter taste that 2 or 3 years of my life had been partly stolen from me.
Petit tour dans le Péloponnèse
Tous nos séjours en Grèce nous ont enchantées alors, après un séjour en Crète, à Rhodes, à Zakynthos et en Grèce centrale, pourquoi pas un tour du Péloponnèse?
Nous avons quelques hésitations quant à la chaleur possible (notamment pour les randonnées) mais finalement, hop! la réservation des billets d'avion est faite fin janvier: ce sera un départ de Bruxelles (avec Brussels airlines) le 05/07 à 7h30. Puis arrive le (la) Covid avec son lot d'incertitudes: partira? Partira pas? Partira? Partira pas? Faut-il tout annuler, reporter? Au mois de juin les règles d'ouverture des frontières changent en permanence mais il arrive un moment où il faut bien se décider car certains hébergements ne sont plus annulables. Les frontières de la Grèce doivent théoriquement ouvrir totalement le 1er juillet (sous réserve de...) on doit partir le 5 ...alors, c'est décidé, on part! ...enfin, si tout se passe comme prévu!
L'ouest du Péloponnèse ne m'inspire pas plus que ça. Par contre Cythère me tente bien, alors voilà à quoi ressemblera notre circuit (on prendra le bateau pour Cythère à Neapoli):
Muriel
Nous avons quelques hésitations quant à la chaleur possible (notamment pour les randonnées) mais finalement, hop! la réservation des billets d'avion est faite fin janvier: ce sera un départ de Bruxelles (avec Brussels airlines) le 05/07 à 7h30. Puis arrive le (la) Covid avec son lot d'incertitudes: partira? Partira pas? Partira? Partira pas? Faut-il tout annuler, reporter? Au mois de juin les règles d'ouverture des frontières changent en permanence mais il arrive un moment où il faut bien se décider car certains hébergements ne sont plus annulables. Les frontières de la Grèce doivent théoriquement ouvrir totalement le 1er juillet (sous réserve de...) on doit partir le 5 ...alors, c'est décidé, on part! ...enfin, si tout se passe comme prévu!
L'ouest du Péloponnèse ne m'inspire pas plus que ça. Par contre Cythère me tente bien, alors voilà à quoi ressemblera notre circuit (on prendra le bateau pour Cythère à Neapoli):
MurielDiscussion au sujet du concours photo de juin 2020: "Multicolore"
Hello,
C'est ici qu'on en parle.
Philippe
C'est ici qu'on en parle.
Philippe
