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Bonjour, Je serai mi-février à Santo Antao pour randonner et je me pose quelques questions ‘pratiques’ : Les prises électriques sont elles les mêmes qu’en France ou bien faut-il un adaptateur (je logerai parfois chez des particuliers) ? Au niveau des tenues de rando pour février, c’est plutôt short et débardeur ou bien sweat et pantalon ? La rando étant itinérante, est-il facile de se procurer des bouteilles d’eau dans les petites localités de Santo Antao ? Faut il prévoir un répulsif particulier pour les insectes ? (5/5 convient-il ?) Faut il se couvrir bras et jambes le soir en raison des insectes en février ? Avez-vous des adresses de bons restaurants sur Mindelo pour gouter quelques spécialités ? La traversée entre Mindelo et Porto Novo est-elle très ‘remuante’ ? Tous vos trucs, astuces et bons conseils pour Mindelo et Santo Antao sont les bienvenus ! J’ai hâte d’y être !

Bonjour a tous,

Revenu depuis 4 mois d'un magnifique voyage au Vietnam, j'ai eu l'envie d'essayer de vous faire partager cette expérience magnifique en la couchant par écrit sur un carnet de voyage.

Cela va me permettre de revivre ce voyage et de faire partager ma (petite) experience sur le Vietnam.

Alors, bien sûr, je ne suis pas un expert de la destination. Bien sur, je ne peux parler que de ma propre expérience et je ne m’érige pas un spécialiste du pays, mais si je peux aider ne serait-ce qu'un tout petit peu à vous donner envie d'y aller, je serais très heureux.😄

Pour commencer, je vais parler un peu de nous et surtout du parcours.

Nous sommes une famille de 4, les parents et les 2 enfants de 18 et 15 ans, nous habitons en Israël depuis 11 ans maintenant.

Pour construire notre parcours, nous nous sommes basés sur le Guide Vert, les différentes suggestions que j'ai trouvé sur ce Forum et sur une agence locale.

Petit aparté sur le besoin d'une agence locale et ceci n'engage encore une fois que moi. Je suis convaincu qu'on peut faire un très beau voyage au Vietnam sans passer par une agence locale. MAIS, quand on a envie d'optimiser son temps, de voyager dans des conditions confortables et qu'on a les moyens de s'offrir ce service, je trouve que c'est une option très intéressante.

Notre parcours : J0-J1 : Voyage TLV-HANOI (via Hong-Kong) J2 : Visite complète d’Hanoi – train de nuit pour Sapa J3 : Bac Ha – nuit chez l’habitant J4 : Trek autour de Bac Ha – nuit chez l’habitant J5 : Marche de Can Cau – transfert vers Sapa – Trek vers Sa Seng et nuit chez l’habitant J6 : Treks autour de Sa Seng – Nuit a Sapa J7 : Trek dans la vallée de Sapa – Retour en minibus sur Hanoï – nuit à Hanoï J8 : Départ pour l’ile de Cat Ba – Embarquement sur une Jonque privée et départ vers la Baie de Lan Ha – nuit sur la Jonque J9 : Croisière dans la baie de Lan Ha – nuit sur la Jonque J10 : Retour sur l’ile de Cat Ba – Transfert vers la Baie d’Halong Terrestre – Nuit à Tam Coc J11 : Visite de la Baie d’Halong Terrestre - Nuit à Tam Coc J12 : Visite de Hoa Lu – Retour sur Hanoï - Nuit à Hanoï J13 : Vol pour Hué – Visite des tombeaux des anciens empereurs - Nuit à Hué J14 : Visite de la citadelle de Hué – Route vers Hoi An par le Col des Nuages et la Montagne de Marbre - Nuit à Hoi An J15 : Balade en Vélo autour de Hoi An et visite de la ville - Nuit à Hoi An J16 : Visite de MySon – Transfert vers Danang et vol pour Saigon – Nuit à Saigon J17 : Visite de Saigon J18 : Départ pour le Delta du Mékong et balade en barque – Nuit à Ben Tre J19 : Balade en Vélo sur l’ile de Quo Thien – Route vers Can Tho J20 : Marché flottant de Cai Rang – Route vers Chau Doc et visite de la Réserve Naturelle de Tra Su – Nuit à Chau Doc J21 : Route vers Saigon - Nuit à Saïgon J22 : Vol retour Saïgon-TLV (via Hong Kong)

Alors, en image cela donne ça :



Voila, j’espère que le sujet va vous intéresser, je poste la suite dès que possible.

An 80-Day Tour of Southern Africa

Back in South Africa

January 12, 2013, 5:30 AM, Flight BA043 London-Cape Town

Directly below, Windhoek glittered like a tangle of fairy lights still lit and tossed into a box.

The horizon, edged in purple, was setting up a backup fireworks display, and suddenly, like a cherry on the platter and with unbearable intensity, in less than two minutes the entire sun revealed a gray dam and then a vast, untouched massif.

A few more minutes and the glare to the east of the plane was total. In Africa, the sun is swift.

We still had a France to cross before landing, but it felt as if we were already there. To the west, the raking light revealed what looked like acne and long, swollen scars in a desert region that might be the Swartkloofberg. Further still, straight as far as the eye could see, the two parallel tracks of a dirt road.

At 11,500 meters altitude and 940 km/h, we had a sense of stillness until the Orange River appeared, an incongruous serpent, gray edged with green.

The first South African settlements were dotted with trees providing shade, then rivers highlighted by continuous lines of vegetation.

Water and shade that make life possible.

We’ll return here by the backroads.

Half an hour from Cape Town, the plane tilted toward the sea, crossing plantations (likely citrus) and then an explosion of cultivated greenery in circles on either side of an unruly river. Finally, the coastline was no longer just sand and water—a frothy hem, a suture?

A peninsula came into view, forming two magnificent bays, and... a flight attendant firmly instructed me to return to my seat: we’d arrived!

The Colors of Cape Town

The city was dressed up as I like them—deserted, fluid, free of its vendors.

In the parking lot of the endless beach next to the commercial port north of the city, about two hundred people were unloading their goods in front of their pickups or combis, none of which were from this century: mixed-race, ageless Black people, and white folks who looked like they’d stepped out of another era.

After a few minutes, intrigued, I played a game: first looking at the merchandise, then imagining who was selling it, and finally looking at who was actually manning the stall. Tall Black vendors were selling what they often sell in Europe—leather, sunglasses, watches; mixed-race folks offered discount bundles, and the tanned older white people seemed to have emptied their attics.

We left with an antique tin kettle for morning tea over an open fire, a pack of five exercise books (that’s 600 pages to fill), Bill Bryson’s earliest stories in English, some snoek rillettes (a local fish), and—never seen before—tuna biltong and snoek biltong.

In so-called advanced countries, Sunday is for sports: white cyclists dressed like pros sweating diligently, Black street vendors running in loops at red lights to sell trash bags that day; white golfers losing their balls, which a scantily clad Black man retrieves from the water; under the sails of kite surf boards, it’s all blondes, and in the foam, joyful splashes from a bunch of Black kids.

Searching for an unusual spot for lunch, we drove through the fishing port looking for a dive and, at the end of a dead-end road with no warning, we arrived at the Shimmy Beach Club—quite the program.

The place, open for just three weeks, aims to be ultra-trendy. You could be in San Francisco, Lisbon’s docks, or St. Barth. This time, the "visible" staff was diverse, but the clientele was exclusively white, except for one mixed-race couple.

For this Sunday lunch, the women had pulled out all the stops, and local starlets—who’d make ours look tame—were turning the terrace into a frenzy.

At Cape Town’s port, the girls have *port*. The trend seems to be crochet dresses over swimsuits.

For two hours, a team of employees watered and raked the sand, starting over when they finished. A child in a floaty pink dress and a gold headband, but a future adventurer, stepped onto the freshly raked artificial beach sand for the first time.

A lanky mixed-race man dragged a hose across the ground, followed by a white woman—enchanted?—who then started watering the sand herself, carelessly splashing the glass terrace her colleague had just swept. I suspect a tacit work arrangement to keep everyone employed.

A galleon packed with tourists (are there any in the hold? Does it take tourists to Robben Island?) left the port. A helicopter took off in its wake. Trawlers returned, cutting through a ballet of catamarans, their waterlines well above the water: a bad catch.

If there’s one country where you can’t pretend to ignore skin color, it’s this one. The question is in everyone’s mind, and here more than anywhere else, it’s a decisive economic and political factor.

Columbine of Brittany

200 km north of Cape Town and 9,000 km south of the Breton coast, but on the same cold ocean, we camped on the shore of the Columbine Cape Nature Reserve, sheltered by a rocky chaos that, at first light tomorrow, would transport us to Perros-Guirec.

Our first encounter with wild animals wouldn’t end well for them: it was crayfish season, and they were the size of lobsters at Lorient’s fish market. Bought for R60 (5.5 €) a pair from kids in Pater Noster, they’d end up between two rocks, over a fire. But first, we had to pair the Chenin blanc with some snoek biltong.

With no wood, I lit a fire at dawn with dried seaweed and kelp, as if petrified; it gave off a smell of court-bouillon and... tires. Two hundred fathoms away, on an outpost, an army of cormorants stood at attention, unmoved among the frolicking seals.

At the reserve’s exit, the guard spoke French; Patrick Mwanba had arrived from Congo three years earlier to study, but the cost of living here forced him to drop out. He’d like to return home because life is cheaper there, but the war made him hesitate.

Ding ding dong! Vroom! Arf arf, Woof! Buzz! (A night from hell!)

I’d long planned to visit Calvinia, the center of a region known for extensive sheep farming. An excellent provincial museum, run by an enthusiastic curator, kept us too late to start the drive north.

So we camped in a tiny, charming campsite set up in the garden of a house. A few trees, a patch of resilient grass, and a view of a pretty lit-up steeple—what else?

Well, it turned out to be a sound-and-light show, with the pretty steeple chiming the hours and half-hours. Then suddenly, we were in the VIP stands of the Karoo-Kalahari Truck Race: roaring trucks paraded under our canvas windows, and we realized we were on the main road through town. To top it off, we enjoyed an uninterrupted canine cacophony, from the *arf arf* of little dogs to the *woof* of a mastiff. Oh, and some mosquitoes—the first ones—insisted on keeping us company in the tent, and we hadn’t yet bought the arsenal to neutralize them.

I walked through Calvinia at night; the house gardens weren’t fenced, nor did they have the «Armed Response» signs so common in the country.

The Kalahari Trails

(No, no, I haven’t converted to hiking.)

North of Calvinia, in the south of the Northern Cape, small towns follow one another up to Upington, about a hundred kilometers apart—welcome havens. Between them, with no trees in sight, we stopped in the shade of a motionless cloud: the temperature exceeded 40°C in mid-January.

We were almost out of the High Karoo and into a region of pans drying up, until the first red dunes appeared, precursors of the Kalahari. In the sparse veld vegetation, gatherings of quiver trees in the kopjes, and a caravan of camels without a handler or packs, marching in perfect formation across a pan (no, I hadn’t overdone the Windhoek at the last stop, and no, I wasn’t dehydrated enough to hallucinate).

The historic part of these towns, European in style, was built on the same plans as those in the American Midwest or the Australian Outback: a grid of streets wide enough to turn a wagon pulled by eight pairs of oxen. The architecture was Dutch-inspired, tropicalized with awnings.

Then came more recent housing, functional in style, where the wealthier mixed-race people—who make up the majority of this state—lived, and further on, the township, an assemblage of corrugated iron and plastic, like everywhere else.

Orange, Right Bank

North of Augrabies Falls National Park, on the other side of the Orange River, stretches a rugged and wild territory the size of fifty Groix islands, crisscrossed by a few tracks—the Riemvasmaak.

The inhabitants were driven out half a century ago for a military base, and as soon as President Mandela was elected, he made it a symbol by allowing the exiled populations to return. Several ethnic groups live here on almost nothing, in government-built shacks.

A community camp is set up in a small cirque at the end of a canyon that, while not in the history books, offers a good descent. By mid-afternoon, the air was at 44°C, but luckily there was a spring... except it was a hot spring, with water at 38°C. And they haven’t invented a reversible spring yet. Once the birds and baboons had settled in, in absolute silence and far from any light pollution, we enjoyed the stars like nowhere else (well, that’s what they claim in the region).

The Orange didn’t choose the easy path: arriving from Lesotho, it was almost at the ocean. The terrain to the south and north of this massif seemed easier to cross. Was it to avoid the curse of the Okavango, whose waters disappear into the sands without ever seeing the sea, that it chose this rocky route, thinking that at least the granite wouldn’t steal its water?

I Love You, I Eat You

In the dry bed of the Auob, it lay panting, head raised, alert, between its paws but head-to-tail, a tawny springbok, motionless.

A few minutes earlier, their story had been written in a lightning-fast chase, captured in photos by the driver of the car that alerted us.

It would be a long time before it started eating at the groin without breaking its surveillance.

Earlier, there was a lion lounging in the shade and hundreds of antelopes: springboks and gemsboks (oryx) in herds, hartebeests and steenboks alone. Strange pairs, apart several times, formed by a springbok and a gemsbok.

A few solitary jackals moved slightly sideways, looking furtive. Ostriches, alone, looking a bit dazed.

It was a lucky morning in the Kgalagadi (KTP).

In and Out

Kgalagadi, Nossob Camp.

We were at the very end of the almost-empty camp, ten meters from the fence, whose structure wouldn’t resist an elephant (though there aren’t any here), but it was electrified.

At dusk, on the other side, ten meters away, three lions passed in a row, as if on parade, seemingly focused on their goal and indifferent to the camp, though they glanced at it.

A jackal had gotten into the camp and was trying to get out without success while scavenging. I offered it two pieces of snoek biltong (Don’t feed the animals!) from three meters away—it smelled strong and had bones (bones in biltong!). When it passed by again, it sniffed but didn’t dare approach. Curled up in the chair, motionless, by the faint moonlight, I finally saw it come closer, grab the nearest piece, and move ten meters away to enjoy it (how many jackals know the finer points of sea biltong?). A little reassured, it came back for the second piece.

Another Morning

By morning, the jackal was gone, but our luck hadn’t left us. Two cheetahs again, who found me in the way and slowly moved toward a calmer shadow. Enough birds of prey to form a squadron, but they’re solitary hunters. Two ostriches busy with their dozen unruly chicks. And while we’re at it, a group of four Kalahari lions, sprawled under a thorny bush. Lots of oryx crossing the dunes and herds of red hartebeest. Kori bustards and secretary birds.

It was the first time the Kgalagadi had spoiled us so much.

Bonsoir à tous,

voilà les amis VF, je suis de retour, et comme promis je vais vous raconter nos aventures 😉

MERCREDI 28 NOVEMBRE 2012 : c'est le jour J, nous bouclons les valises et partons pour l'aéroport de Nice - trajet d'environ 20 minutes - Le temps n'est pas super, mais bon, ce n'est pas grave. Quand nous arrivons à l'aéroport, nous sommes accueilli par un membre Costa, il nous coche sur sa liste, et nous dit que nous prendrons le prochain bus, car le premier est plein. Le deuxième bus arrive, nos bagages sont mis dans la soute du bus, puis nous nous installons. Le départ était annoncé à 12 h 30. Mais la personne de costa nous dit que nous attendons un couple qui est en retard. Après 30 minutes d'attente, le couple arrive et nous partons sous la pluie. A notre arrivée à Savone, c'est un peu le bazar, il pleut beaucoup et les bus font la queue pour se garer à l'abri pour que les passagers puissent sortir sans être mouillés, mais nous allons attendre encore 1/2 heure avant que cela soit notre tour.

Nous sommes montés rapidement à bord puisqu'il était presque 16 h (pas besoin d'embarquement prioritaire). Mais j'ai eu l'impression que Costa avait été dépassé à cause de la pluie, il y avait 2 bateaux le pacifica et le favolosa. petit encas au buffet, nous n'avions pas déjeuné, visite rapide des ponts piscines abrités. Puis, on va voir notre cabine au pont 10 samsara, les bagages ne sont pas encore arrivés et je ne peux pas défaire les valises. Pas question d'etre sur le balcon, ni sur les ponts tellement il pleut alors on se ballade dans le bateau, on prend le forfait all inclusiv. le bateau part, c'est le moment de l'exercice d'abandon de navire. Et toujours pas de valises 😠😠 cela devient inquietant. ah !!!! une valise à 18 heures 😏 Mais où sont les autres ? On va visiter le samsara, prendre nos bracelets électroniques, nos rendez-vous et on y reste un moment jaccuzzi, détente.. retour à la cabine, toujours pas de valises, nous aimerions nous doucher et nous changer. 😠 Et en attendant, nous débouchons la bouteille de champagne commandée avant notre départ !!!😏 Mais toujours pas de valise. nous demandons à notre fille de cabine, c'est une brésilienne, elle ne parle pas trop français, ni trop anglais, mais à 21 heures, nous avons enfin nos 3 dernières valises. Nous allons être en retard pour le diner, pas le temps de défaire toutes les valises, nous prenons juste ce qu'il nous faut pour se changer. On verra après le repas. Nous mangeons au restaurant samsara, nous avons droit aux 2 menus, celui de restaurant et celui du samsara, il y a du progrès, car l'année dernière un seul menu et peu de choix. Rien à dire sur la nourriture, nous avons bien mangé durant toute la croisière.

La mer est déchainée, nous apprenons par le today qu'il n'y aurait pas embarquement à Marseille demain, ce sera toulon et en chaloupe. La mer restera déchainée toute la nuit. Il rugit le golfe du lion. Les sacs en plastique sont mis dans les ascenceurs..

Mon appréciation personnelle : Beau bateau, beau samsara mais je prefère celui du luminosa pour sa petite terrasse sur l'avant du bateau, beaucoup d'ambiance, musique dans tous les bars, pas mal de monde sur les pistes de dance. Très peu d'italiens, beaucoup d'allemands, des francophones et beaucoup d'autres comme des chinois, des argentins des anglophones.... beaux spectacles, peut être est-ce du aux chanteurs et danseurs brésiliens et brésiliennes !!!!! environ 30 % de personnel brésilien

les photos seront pour la prochaine étape.

Bonjour, J'aimerais savoir si en février, c'est une bonne période ( température ) pour aller aux îles Canaries ? Quelles îles sont primordiales à voir à une visite ? Est-ce préférable de visiter en croisière ou demeurer dans des hôtels ? Est-ce qu'on y parle en français ? Est-ce que c'est l'euro qui est en vigueur là ? Merci

15 days across Gran Canaria, El Hierro, and a dash of Tenerife under the storm Thérèse!

The planned itinerary will be slightly disrupted...

(The version without discussions is here)

After spending 15 days in Tenerife in February 2026, here are a few observations that might be useful for you: - Choosing Puerto de la Cruz turned out to be an excellent decision (compared to Santa Cruz, which is Lonely Planet’s pick, for example). Puerto de la Cruz has two large beaches just a 10-minute walk from the center. The atmosphere around the small port is lovely. It’s a human-scale town. The bus station makes it easy to get anywhere on the island. Carnival season is an exceptional time to visit! - Opting for the unlimited weekly bus pass for 50 € is economical (especially if you're traveling solo), eco-friendly, and practical (lots of departures and returns). The roads on major routes are often congested, and the bus network is improving—you can support this effort by traveling this way. - For hikes, I tested Teide National Park (arrival and departure by bus). Starting from El Portillo at the park entrance, the Arenas Negra circuit (2.5 to 3 hours) is stunning toward the end. You can add a section of Route 1 on the other side of the road (maps and great info at the tourist office). At the other end of the park, "Roques de Garcia" is a spectacular route—crowded but a must-see... - Tourist towns like La Orotava or La Laguna are worth the visit. Garachico has a certain charm too...

Hi there, I’m heading to Tenerife for a week, from _ to February 14th. I’d love any tips for accommodations as well as hikes.

Thanks in advance for your advice and suggestions! Have a great weekend, Françoise.

Hi there, We’re heading to Tenerife for a week in January. I’m looking for a reliable car rental agency in La Laguna. Can anyone help me out? Thanks in advance.

Hello everyone, We’ll be on vacation in Costa Adeje from 12/28 to 01/09. We’ll be spending New Year’s Eve there, so we’re looking for a nice restaurant by the beach (Playa de la Pinta, Playa de Fanabe, or Playa de Torviscas) that hosts a New Year’s Eve celebration with a fun atmosphere (music). Why by the sea? Because we love counting down to midnight on the sand with all the fireworks. Any recommendations? Thanks in advance. Pascal & Co

Hi there, Has anyone here cycled in the Canary Islands in August? Is it not too hot? Not too crowded on the roads? Thanks

Hello,

First attempt at a travel journal for me and first post after 7 years away from this forum. 😮 I went to the island of La Palma for 15 days in September 2025. After visiting Lanzarote in February, I was looking for a different and greener island. Well, I wasn’t disappointed. 😎

We stayed in Breña Baja on the east coast of the island, 5 minutes from the airport. This choice was mainly motivated by the desire not to change accommodation during the stay and to be in a "central" location close to amenities. It worked out well, but if I were to do it again, I’d split the stay in two by getting another place in the north of the island to explore that area, which really appeals to me. Note that the island is "climatically divided in two": the west coast is sunnier and drier, while the east coast is often foggy or cloudy. It’s quite impressive when you come out of the LP-3 road tunnel connecting the two sides—you feel like you’ve changed regions even though it’s less than 3 km apart.

Flight options weren’t plentiful (no direct flights from France), so I went with Iberia, connecting in Madrid for 250 € round-trip per person excluding checked baggage (80 € round-trip for one 23 kg suitcase on this route). Make sure to buy the checked baggage at the same time as your flight, as it’ll cost about 15 € more if you add it later. I booked the tickets 5 months in advance directly on Iberia’s website. You could also take a low-cost airline to Tenerife or Gran Canaria and then a flight with a Canarian carrier, but in my opinion, that only makes sense if you’re visiting one of those islands first, as the connection isn’t "guaranteed." The ferry is an option from Tenerife (about 2.5 hours crossing).

Our departure from Lyon was initially scheduled for 6 AM but took off at 9 AM so the crew could rest after the late arrival of the previous flight. This let us grab breakfast on the airline’s dime—thanks, EU Regulation (EC) No 261/2004. 😉 Iberia took a week to reimburse me after I submitted my passport, receipts, and bank details via their online claim form.

Our small but spacious CRJ-1000 Air Nostrum Bye-bye, Bugey nuclear plant And hello, Madrid—or rather, its very dry region. Our layover was initially 4 hours but shrank to 1 hour due to the previous flight’s delay. That worked out for us because Terminal 4 at Barajas is way less comfortable for resting than Lyon’s T1.

Landing with a view of Playa de la Cangrejera and del Pozo. When I say the east coast is often cloudy... 😇 First sight of "plátano" plantations. Banana farming makes up 50% of the island’s GDP!

More to come soon. [;]

Hi there,

I’m planning a trip from Gran Canaria to El Hierro to Tenerife at the end of winter.

My current dilemma is where to book accommodations on Gran Canaria.

We’re planning to stay 7 nights on the island, and our goal is to hike, drive along small roads, discover a few villages, and admire some beaches (just for the views, not for swimming!).

Since the island is quite rugged, the journeys can be long even if the distances are short. I’d like to avoid driving 2 hours every morning and evening to reach the area we want to explore...

I’m thinking of splitting the 7 nights into 4 somewhere and 3 elsewhere.

But where? It seems the center and the northwest might be the best options.

Any advice, given that I’m mainly looking for peace and quiet, a beautiful view, a secluded spot, or a quiet village?

Thanks! :)

Hi there, We’re planning to visit the Canary Islands for 10 days. We love hiking and nature in general, and beaches too, though they’re less of a priority. I’m thinking of spending 5 days in Tenerife, then heading to another island—I’m torn between Lanzarote and Palma. I just can’t decide. Thanks for your advice! Juliette

Hi there! We’d love some tips on organizing stopovers on our own in Santa Cruz de Tenerife, Arrecife, Puerto del Rosario, Santa Cruz de La Palma, Las Palmas, and Funchal. Thanks so much for your help

Hi everyone,

I’m planning a trip to Tenerife this winter and have already booked my flight. I’d love any tips to help me prepare. My wife and I are into hiking and exploring all the interesting spots—countryside, villages, and towns. We usually get around by bus, but renting a car in Tenerife seems like a good idea to reach different sites. I’d appreciate any info on car rentals and accommodations. Thanks so much!

Hi there, How do you get from Santa Cruz de Tenerife to Tenerife South Airport for an EZS flight? Are there buses, taxis, or other options? Thanks! Mich74

Hi there, We’re leaving Las Palmas on 13/01 for a cruise on the MSC Opera with stops in Fuerteventura, Funchal, Tenerife, Lanzarote, and La Palma. Has anyone taken taxis from these places to explore the islands, and how much should we budget to compare with the ship’s excursions? Can you negotiate the fare? Any drivers you’d recommend? Thanks for your tips 👍 and happy New Year 2025 😊😊

Hi there, Could you please let me know if there are any campgrounds on the islands of Tenerife, Gran Canaria, La Gomera, Lanzarote, and La Palma? Thanks in advance!

Hi, Does anyone know if there are several car rental agencies at the port of La Estaca when the ferries arrive? The only one I can find is CICAR, but they're relatively expensive. All the others with reasonable prices are at the airport. Thanks, Gilles