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Bonjour à tous

Je residence en france et la nationalité francaise, je voulais savoir si j'avais besoin d'un visa pour dubai ? Et le visa et pour combien de temps ? 1 ou 2 mois ? Si je pars pour 15 jours, le visa saurait de combien ? et si je pars pour 1 mois est ce que le visa saurait toujours le même ?

Le visa on la ici en france ou bien arrivé la-bas que l'on nous le délivre ?

🙁 J'ai lu des tas de choses et leurs contraire concernant la compagnie Air India, moi je préfère demander à ceux qui l'on vécu leurs sentiments sur l'accueil, le service en cabine, l'exactitude (horaires) etc...

Bonjour, je voudrais avoir l'avis de Québecois ayant travaillé ou travaillant en GB ou Irlande... votre avis personnel sur quels endroits est le mieux pour travailler/avoir du fun et tout le reste.

je planifie aller travailler dans l'un des deux pays l'été/l'automne prochain pour une longue période, surtout perfectionner l'anglais et voir autre chose que la belle province!

Salut,

Je dois aller bientôt dîner passage Brady à Paris et j'aimerais savoir quel est selon vous le meilleur des restos indiens qui s'y trouvent...

Merci de vos renseignements.

Je veux découvrir la Chine en faisant d'abord un court voyage de 2 semaines.

Pouvez-vous me dire quel circuit je devrais faire et quelles sont les saisons favorables, qui dépendent des régions j'imagine, vue la taille du pays.

Quels sont les tours operators organisant des vistes sérieuses en petits groupes ?

Merci de vos infos

Salut à tous et à toutes,

Connaissez vous le nom de l'endroit (ou des endroits) ou est (sont) situé la mine (les mines) de saphirs? Quelqu'un c'est-il rendu là bas et qu'elle souvenir en gardé vous?

Merçi

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Le pain. L’aliment le plus ancien de l’homme sédentarisé entré dans l’ère de l’agriculture. Une denrée vitale qui a nourri des générations d’hommes depuis des millénaires. Une diversité innombrable de ce met élémentaire, souvent anodin parfois délicieux, se décline à partir d’une recette simple, unique à base de farine, d’eau, de levure. Sa multitude infinie se décline de par sa variété de textures, de formes, de farines, d’eau, de mode de cuisson et de petits secrets jalousement transmis au fil des générations de boulangers ou de traditions familiales, tribales et culturelles.

De nos jours, en occident il s’apparente de plus en plus à du carton pâte ou à du béton ou parfois s’effrite comme du vulgaire plâtre, souvent fade, sans saveur. La société de consommation de masse est passée par là.

Il reste pourtant des artisans soucieux d’élaborer un produit de qualité. Qu’il soit au coin de votre rue ou à l’autre bout du monde, un boulanger sait encore vous combler et vous apporter la joie immense de goûter un produit simple, unique et vrai. L’harmonie conjuguée de l’odeur chaude et suave, de la croûte blonde et dorée, d’un cœur moelleux et délicat vous apporte un bonheur immense, parce que simple, naturel, essentiel, primordial. Cette palette infinie de couleurs blondes, dorées, ocres ou blanc cassé sont un plaisir pour les yeux. Cet éventail d’effluves de blé chaud, ou d’orge brûlant est une joie pour l’odorat. Cette multitude de textures craquantes et croquantes, tendre et fondante, élastique et flexible, onctueuse et souple sont un florilège pour notre palais.

Parlez nous de vos jardins secrets, de vos plaisirs inoubliables de pains d’exception dont vous vous êtes délectés afin de nous faire rêver, afin de ne pas rater ce boulanger rare qui confectionne encore un aliment simplement bon, nourrissant qui enrichira nos voyages de sensations élémentaires mais ô combien bénéfiques. 😉

Beub

j aimerai prendre le transiberien moscou pekin avec une halte a irkoutsk puis continuation sur pekin 1 semaine a pekin .ensuite pekin hanoi .ja imerai passer 2 mois entre le vietnam le laos la thailande et le cambodge. j ai deja fait le voyage plusieurs fois par avion.je sais que moscou pekin cest 8 jours. combien de jours pekin hanoi et quels sont les stops in contournables? APPAREMMENT EN COUPE 4 PLACES D APRES EMMANOMADE CA SERAIT 150 EUROS UN MOSCOU PEKIN.je connais bien la thailande pour y avoir sejourne 1 an sur les 5 dernieres annees avec extensions au laos.ja i rencontre beaucoup de routards qui m ont dit que la comunication etait hard avec les chinois qui seraient un peu racistes en dehors du business. quelqu un a t il deja fait ce trip

salut la compagnie !

voilà, en fait j'aimerai savoir quelques petites choses..Je pars pour Delhi le 16 aout, pour ensuite partir sur Leh..Je vais rester un mois ou deux dans cette region, j'en sais trop rien pour le moment..je verrai sur place. Bref, j'ai lu à de nombreuses reprises que le vol Delhi -Leh est toujours pris d'assaut...Peut-on reserver son vol en ligne, si oui où?ou bien faut-il acheter son billet une fois à Delhi? Et concernant le transport par la route, comment ca se passe?est-ce moins cher que l'avion? Voilà, par exemple, j'arrive à l'aéroport de Delhi, à qui dois-je m'adresser pour aller sur Leh?que ce soit en taxi, bus, camion, avion? arf alala je ne sais pas si je suis tres clair dans mes explications..

Aussi, est-il aisé de trouvé des cartouches de Gaz pour le rechaud sur Leh? Que me conseillez-vous plutot? Réchaud gaz ou essence....?

Y a possibilité sur Leh de planter sa tente qq part?

ahhhhh oui !! Au passage, y a t-il des personnes qui seront là bas en Aout et Septembre?...

MERCI A TOUS POUR VOS REPONSES! CIAOOOOOOOOOO!

Je cherche des infos sur la route de la Soie; en particulier sur les choses à voir ou à eviter, à Ürümqi, Turpan, Dunghuang... Le Lonely Planet parle de Tianchi, à 150 km de Ürümqi, qui semble être un petit morceau de la Suisse ou du Canada transplanté en Chine ! Qu'en est il exactement ? Tous les conseils, tuyaux, avis... seront les bienvenus !!

Santé à tous !

J'ai eu beaucoup de retours sur mon précédant message et j'y ai beaucoup réfléchi.

J'ai décidé de quitter ma société il y a 4 mois (graphiste) et profiter du chomage pour penser à ce que je souhaite vraiment faire de ma vie.

L'heure d'aujourd'hui est à la production (j'ai du oublier de régler ma montre) ... épargner, gagner plus, pour pouvoir acheter plus, recherche du bonheur dans l'avoir... Soit que cela plaise à certains, il en faut. Si nous pouvons dire qu'il fait beau, c'est parcequ'il a plu 2 jours avant 😉

Pas mal de personnes rêvent de partir, de s'évader, de découvrir, de rencontrer, de partager, de vivre ! Alors le fait de partir voyager, est ce une fuite ? en pensant qu'ailleurs on trouvera mieux ? est ce le besoin de se rendre utile ? est ce de ne plus supporter quelquechose ? de vouloir refuser sa propre vie ? ou plus encore, de se croire au dessus du reste du monde en pouvant dire : "j'ai fais le tour du monde" ??! Je commencerai par me retourner ces questions (merci), en même temps, je crois fermement qu'il est inutile de chercher dans cette direction.

COMMENT, pour faire QUOI et avec QUI ? voila qui me semble plus approprié que les questions existentielles.

Sur les conseils qui m'ont été donné, j'ai parcourus le forum et je suis tombé sur : "les meilleurs départs sont ceux ou tu prévois ton retour...(ou quelquechose du genre dans l'idée)" je suis également tombé sur : "c'est en mélangeant les cultures que le racisme disparaitra".

Supposons des amis que je connaisse sur le point de créer un centre de "créativité" Corps & Esprit sur Avignon. Ce projet avance à pas de géants, Bien être (medecine chinoise, tai chi, shiatsu, massages, Bio, conférences) & Arts (création artistique et graphique, musique, vidéo) La personne qui s'occupe de ça à un carisme de leadeur, des locaux sont sur le point d'être débloqués, de nombreux contacts ont été réunis et j'ai 120% confiance en ses compétences.

Supposons au sein de ce projet la création d'une dernière branche, celle du "Rêve créateur d'expérience" (ça fait très marketing ça...🤪), celle du VOYAGE, de la soif de découverte, celle créatrice de MATIERE (rien de mieux que la matière dans le domaine artistique) !

Supposons un équipage de 5 personnes intégrant cette structure nouvelle, prêtent à s'investir et croyant FERMEMENT à l'évolution ! les seules conditions pour un départ libre et "relax" c'est que chacun, malheureusement, doit disposer d'argent, de temps, mais surtout de FOI.

Alors voila ce que je propose : trouver ces 5 personnes complémentaires dont un leader possédant l'expérience du voyage, plus agé également. Bien réfléchir au retour plus qu'au départ, c'est à dire prospecter les associations, les lieux artistiques, danse/peinture/chant/théatre...et partir avec un réel objectif qui consisterait à briser les frontières (dans le coeur pas avec un char d'assault 😛) pour en ramener toute l'expression humaine, tout ce qu'on trouve, les contacts, les lieux, les gens prêts à s'ouvrir ! Lorsque je pense "Ramener", ça ne signifie pas prendre un chameau ou un indien pakistanais et le ramener avec nous... ça signifie plutôt s'impregner, recolter, langage, culture, musiques...Des tas de personnes ont fait ça oui mais ou sont elles aujourd'hui ??! Reparties ? Toujours en fuite ? Chacun fait son truc de son coté et je dis sincèrement bravo pour autant de courage ! gravir les plus hautes montagnes, plonger les plus beaux océans...oui, et puis ?

PENSER AU RETOUR ! toute cette expérience vécue et transportée qui permettra d'ouvrir les portes par l'ACTION. L'action au sein d'une structure stable avec un carnet d'adresses, avec des lieux et une continuité pour l'avenir AUTOUR DE SOI.

J'ai cessé de croire que les choses se passent seul.

A ceux/celles qui comprennent mes mots, je propose de discuter plus pragmatiquement autour de ça. Je suis sérieux et tout seul, très limité...Et si tout seul je reste à monter ce projet...alors le projet restera peut etre seul lui aussi.

Heureusement, je suis certain que je ne suis pas seul tout simplement parceque je crois qu'il y a quelquechose de fabuleux à créer 🙂

Peace,

JM

Hello a tous ..., par ce que pour faire de la bonne cuisines ils faut des bon produits et si possible importé, je propose cette discussion pour y mettre les adresses des épicerie du bout du monde que vous avez put croiser ou que vous connaisser ...

En temps qu'ancien cuisinier et voyageur, j'en est quelques une sousle coude, mais n'hésitez pas a complèté....

Je cherche aussi une épisserie Américaine ....

Une première pour commencer la liste (que j'éspère longue...)

Epicerie Arméniène:

Rue Bleu dans le 9 arrondissement àParis

Bonjour ! je viens de lire sur le site du lonelyplanet qu'il fallait réserver ses places de train en Inde plusieurs semaines à l'avance... J'y serai en décembre/janvier, mais je n'ai pas particulièrement planifié d'itinéraire, et surtout pas les dates exactes auxquelles je serai à tel ou tel endroit ! ce qui rend difficile toute réservation... Ne peut-on pas simplement prendre le billet sur place quelques jours à l'avance, voire le jour même ??? Cela serait un élément très restrictif à ma vision du voyage "aventure"...😕

Hi there,

I’ve never bought a SIM card abroad or even used prepaid cards in France...

So I’m wondering how it all works?

You buy a SIM card and pop it into your phone. Okay, so far so good... 😏

But after that?

I can’t find the price of prepaid cards or how they work with MegaCom.

If someone could give me a step-by-step guide... 😊

Thanks! 🙂

We did the Langtang trek (hike) from September 10th to 17th, with the first and last days being the trip from Kathmandu and back—so 6 days of actual walking. It’s a fairly well-known trek but certainly not as famous or crowded as those in the Annapurna or Everest regions, which is why we chose it.

In theory, it’s mandatory to have a guide for this trek. In reality, it seems there are ways to bypass the regulations: we met at least two people hiking without a guide—a South Korean, a New Zealander, and possibly also a couple of English women and an American couple, though we’re not sure if they had a guide.

The agency we booked with had told us it was an affordable trek for relatively older people in good shape—which is our case (I’m 72 myself). I have to say upfront that we found it quite challenging, maybe because we didn’t have good weather—it was the end of the monsoon season. To be clear, no matter your fitness level, I’d say doing this trek in the middle of the monsoon season would be suicidal.

Day 1 – Journey from Kathmandu to Syapru Besi

On Monday, September 8th, there had been violent protests in Kathmandu against the government, which had, among other things, blocked access to social media and been accused of nepotism and corruption. There were 19 deaths. The situation was very tense on the day of our departure, Wednesday the 10th. The agency warned us that public transport was very unreliable. So, we decided to take a jeep, at an additional cost of $100 ($160 minus what was already budgeted for the bus).

We left a little before 7 a.m. and it took us a good hour just to reach the outskirts of Kathmandu. Along the way, we saw several houses and vehicles set on fire by protesters.

The road to Syapru Besi is only 120 km, but it’s frankly awful. It’s always narrow, winds through endless mountains, and the shoulders range from bad to confusing to nonexistent. Several sections are just dirt tracks. We didn’t regret opting for the jeep, as we could stop several times at our convenience—if only to let Y (my Thai partner) throw up everything she had. She’d taken her usual motion sickness medication, but the constant turns, accelerations, and braking eventually made her terribly carsick.

In Nuwakot, we stopped for breakfast at a nice little restaurant, Jimbu. It was around 8:30 a.m., and we’d barely covered 60 km. The restaurant has a lovely garden overlooking the Trishuli Ganga, the river flowing down from Syapru Besi. First photo: the river in the bottom right corner, mist and clouds over the mountain on the other side.

An hour later, my second photo: the hills along the Trishuli Ganga. You can see the different crops—lush green rice paddies in the lower right and corn, already yellowed and likely harvested, in the foreground on the left. And of course, the mist and clouds through which you can glimpse the mountain on the other side of the river.

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.

Prologue

This journal recounts a trip to Rajasthan that’s already over a year old and that I’ve only now found the chance to write about. The summer of 2024 marked my return to India—my tenth trip—after six long years away since my last solo wanderings in Tamil Nadu in 2018 (the journal of which is published on this site). That absence was partly (but not only) due to the long COVID and post-COVID period, which saw a complete halt and then a major slowdown in global tourism. To top it off, Voyage Forum announced its closure in an end-of-the-world atmosphere. A sad time for our favorite social activity…

A few weeks after returning from Rajasthan, I tried to motivate myself to start writing a journal to publish on a forum claiming to be VF’s successor, which I’d eventually signed up for out of desperation. But I kept hesitating and putting the project off because, for one, I no longer have the time I used to. For another, the vibe wasn’t really taking off on that forum—it was overrun with ads and not very active, contrary to what its host’s name suggested. Despite its good intentions and commendable role as a stopgap, it also turned out to be very impractical to use, especially when you don’t have much time like me. I’ll admit I’d occasionally check back on VF to see if anything was happening. But all the discussions remained frozen in time, stuck in that fateful year, 2020. Then, rumors swirled online about shady reasons behind its closure, leaving little room for hope.

And then, one fine morning, I got a message at work from Marien informing me that VF had reopened. What a huge surprise! Even though the forum’s “end” had played out in a somewhat apocalyptic atmosphere, the memories of passionate and heated discussions, the frank debates, and the useful exchanges that made this site a traveler’s goldmine and a unique hub of conviviality all came rushing back to me like a breath of fresh air. I finally saw a sign and tried to motivate myself to find the time to publish the journal of this tenth trip to India and fifth to Rajasthan. But in the end, I got bogged down in professional and family obligations and never managed to find the time to get started. That’s now fixed, though, because I had two reasons for wanting to do it: I find that looking back on a trip to tell others about it is a highly beneficial introspective exercise. Also, I thought this journal could be useful to other travelers on a few points.

Because, “do we really need yet another journal about Rajasthan?” you might rightly ask! Especially in a time when so many journals about the “Land of Kings” have been published since VF’s return, not to mention the countless stories you can already find online about this region, one of India’s most touristy. And I’d add, why go back to Rajasthan for a fifth time, where I’ve already dragged my feet more than enough—through its forts, deserts, temples, cities, villages, bumpy roads, train stations, tasty street food stalls, cheap guesthouses, and more? Where some might see just another overhyped tourist destination full of the same old *Arabian Nights* clichés, worn to a thread, that I mentioned earlier, when there’s so much else to see in India? Well, first because it’s a magnificent country I never tire of, where I started an academic study and made so many connections. It’s also packed with places where you won’t find a single tourist (right, Marie-Jo?), even in the heart of well-trodden paths and classic itineraries. And most importantly, as I said earlier, things have changed in recent years. First, after six years without traveling far, the urge to go back to India was getting stronger. But this time, no more solo trips (often) or duo adventures (sometimes)—now it’s a team of four that has to come along! And even if you can argue with that, what better place than Rajasthan to introduce India to people who’ve never seen it? To kids you want to amaze? Plus, traveling with your new little family to your favorite country isn’t the same as going solo in often spartan conditions that only affect you. It’s a different challenge, but ultimately probably much harder. So, is it really reasonable to take two kids to India, including a two-year-old baby? That’s one of the main goals of this journal (but not the only one)—to try to answer that question.

As you can tell, it’s not so much the destination but the slightly unusual setup of this trip that, in my opinion, will make this journal interesting. Despite my experience and expertise (yes, I dare say it) in India, there were plenty of questions before we finalized the plan and said, “Alright, let’s go!” The questions were flying for us parents. Is it wise to travel to India with a two-year-old? What would we do (it happened) if the kids got very sick? Would they be able to handle a road trip on Rajasthan’s bumpy, dusty roads using public transport? Could they handle the shock of such a different world—the dirt, poverty, pollution, noise (…and the smell, as they say), the spicy food, monkeys, mosquitoes, snakes, tigers, leopards, and so on? In short, all the clichés that I usually joke about suddenly became potential realities. Another concern: as a mixed Franco-African family (not me, but my partner and her oldest), wouldn’t we risk not always being well received, given what you sometimes hear about that in India? How would Indians react to seeing a mixed-race family, the ultimate taboo in a country of purity and social segregation, which would undoubtedly raise many questions for them? Of course, not everything went as expected… Because, as you know, with India—and what makes it charming for some—there are always complications: sometimes where you don’t expect them… and sometimes where you do. I’ll go into detail about that in the journal to come (not right away) and in the final review (even later). These experiences could be useful to travelers who find themselves in similar situations and have the same questions we did before embarking on such a journey. And maybe it’ll spark the curiosity of those who aren’t concerned and will read yet another Rajasthan journal, but with its own unique twists.

Despite my unchanged constraints, which mean I have little time to write this, I don’t want to rush the story, so I’ll take my time. There will probably be lulls. I hope that won’t stop people from coming to react, debate, share their impressions, or ask for information.

I’ve been busy—here’s another travel journal on Rajasthan, with some new discoveries as always.

Thursday, January 25: I left home at 4:30 AM and headed to Barcelona airport. The roads weren’t blocked by farmers yet, so I made the trip without any issues. I arrived at the airport at 7:10 AM, called Parkvia, and someone picked up my car 15 minutes later. All that was left was to check in my luggage. My Etihad flight was at 10:25 AM, which gave me time for breakfast. We landed in Abu Dhabi at 7:30 PM. The flight to Delhi was at 10:15 PM, the transfer went smoothly without any stress, and we arrived in Delhi at 3:00 AM. I couldn’t waste any time upon arrival because I had a flight to Jodhpur at 6:55 AM. I got to customs, and what a nice surprise—the hall was empty. I went through immediately, had my passport and visa checked, and everything was fine. I grabbed my bag quickly and looked for the transfer to T2, which is outside. You have to walk along the taxi parking lot and take the long corridors—it’s well signposted, and the transfer took 10 minutes. At first, I was a little stressed, not knowing how long customs would take, but in the end, I was early for my 6:55 AM flight. I’m even glad I booked this one, as it got me to Jodhpur at 8:20 AM.

When I arrived, I took an auto-rickshaw to Jodhpur Palace GH, which I’d booked on Booking. The welcome was nice, and I was given a room right away. I was hoping to rest a bit, but unfortunately, it was very noisy. I settled in, took a shower, and was ready to go out and explore the city. The owner stopped me as I was leaving and told me I had to change rooms—I had to repack my bag before heading out. He showed me the way to the clock tower, which is about a 15-minute walk away.

A market lines the street leading to the tower, and the traffic is intense.



I set off in search of the stepwells and Gulab Sagar, a large basin with three water jets and a great view of Mehrangarh Fort. And yes, more baoris!



Toorji Ka Jhalra Bawdi isn’t far away. It’s a meet-up spot for tourists, with restaurants and terraces lining the area. The place is nice.





I looked for Mahila Bagh Ka Jhalra, went around in circles a bit, and finally found it right across from Gulab Sagar, where I’d already been. It’s not in good condition—it’s a shame it hasn’t been restored.



I went back through the clock tower area, found a currency exchange with a good rate, and booked my train tickets for the whole trip. The street was lively, with heavy traffic.





I was tired and headed back to the guesthouse. When I got there, I realized my phone wasn’t showing the right time, which gave me a chance to rest before going out for dinner. The Indigo restaurant is nearby and will be perfect.

This catchy and somewhat mysterious title comes from several questions I’ve been asking myself.

VF has been back open for a reasonable number of weeks and months now. The number of visitors overall matches past averages, but the number of members online in the last 24 hours seems relatively lower than what we used to see.

Yet, to my surprise, I’m seeing fewer travel journals, way fewer messages, and way fewer questions. I don’t see many new registered users online, and I notice a number of members who are logged in but either aren’t participating or have stopped participating.

Something’s not adding up for me because, in my opinion, VF is still appealing, and I don’t see which other sites could really compete.

Was there a real break between pre- and post-Covid? Does it just take more time for some people to discover the site or learn that it’s active again? Do people now prefer quick consumption on sites like FB or others I’m not familiar with? Where have the site’s old-timers gone, and what are they doing with their time now? What’s really going on here?