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MSC Sinfonia
Je pars pour la premiere fois en fevrier pour une croisiere mediterrannee orientale (Egypte, Lybie, Rhodes) avec ma famille. Quelqu'un a-t-il des infos sur les cabine interieurs pour 2 enfants et 2 adultes? Je sui ségalement preneuse de renseignements sur les escales. Merci!
Cout de la vie en Afghanistan - Hors Kaboul.
Salute!
Je crois que tout est dans le titre... Avis a ceux qui en viennent, ceux qui ont lu...
😄
Merci!
Je crois que tout est dans le titre... Avis a ceux qui en viennent, ceux qui ont lu...
😄
Merci!
Logement bon prix au Rajasthan en Inde
Je Pars au Rajasthan en février, mon circuit Udaipur, Jaipur, Jaisalmer, Jodhpur, Delhi.
Cherche bonnes petites adresses, rapport qualité prix
Merci
Les trains en Inde: classes et commissions
salut à tous,
A quelques jours du départ, encore une petite question concernant les différentes classes pour les trains en Inde. Y-a t'il des personnes qui ont déjà pris la sleeper class ? qu'en pensez vous, a priori c'est la moins cher mais est ce correct pour passer une bonne nuit. Les autres classes paraissent mieux mais sont forcément plus chères. Est ce que la différence de prix est justifiée. quelles commissions se prennent les hotels pour la réservation des billets ?. Merci pour vos conseils. Richard et Nelly.
A quelques jours du départ, encore une petite question concernant les différentes classes pour les trains en Inde. Y-a t'il des personnes qui ont déjà pris la sleeper class ? qu'en pensez vous, a priori c'est la moins cher mais est ce correct pour passer une bonne nuit. Les autres classes paraissent mieux mais sont forcément plus chères. Est ce que la différence de prix est justifiée. quelles commissions se prennent les hotels pour la réservation des billets ?. Merci pour vos conseils. Richard et Nelly.
Les prix en Inde
J'ai fait un voyage en inde voila 3 ans. Est ce qu'il faut que je m'attende a une certaine inflation de prix. Ou bien c a peu pres stable (en particulier pour les petits frais qui se repetent svt style rickchaw, hotel...).
Merci pour vos reponses
Merci pour vos reponses
Un endroit pour se poser en Inde?
Hola! J'arriverai en Inde vers mi-décembre, au plus tôt, après un périple déjà assez long et j'aurai certainement envie de m'arrêter qlq part, pour plusieurs jours, plusieurs semaines, je ne sais pas, et au bord de l'eau (salée ou douce, mais de l'eau). Alors, pour cela, quel endroit me conseillez-vous? Merci tout plein pour vos bonnes idées! Et si un tchai vous tente, en chemin, pourquoi pas?
Ladakh: Marka Valley Trek en autonomie?
Bonjour tout le monde,
j'ai deux questions précises dont je n'ai pas trouvés la réponse sur le forum concernat le Markha valley trek :
1) Est il possibele de loger dans des Guest houses (ou tentes) le long du trek Markha sans apporter la sienne ?
2) Y a t il a manger genre tea house ou autre petite échoppe à bouffe ?
Merci
j'ai deux questions précises dont je n'ai pas trouvés la réponse sur le forum concernat le Markha valley trek :
1) Est il possibele de loger dans des Guest houses (ou tentes) le long du trek Markha sans apporter la sienne ?
2) Y a t il a manger genre tea house ou autre petite échoppe à bouffe ?
Merci
Sites incontournables au départ de Pondichery? (Inde)
Le neuf aout nous y seront.
Arrivé à Madras on part directement à Pondichéry où se trouve notre pied à terre.
Mais ensuite?
Quels sont les incontournables destinations à ne pas manquer vers Pondichéry ?
Notre circuit n'est pas défini, nous avons besoin de vos conseils sachant que nous avons 4 bonnes semaines.
Merci
Quels sont les incontournables destinations à ne pas manquer vers Pondichéry ?
Notre circuit n'est pas défini, nous avons besoin de vos conseils sachant que nous avons 4 bonnes semaines.
Merci
Bons plans vols aériens sur internet
Bonjour!
Nous souhaiterions partir en septembre pendant 1 semaine et nous recherchons des bons plans (vol uniquement) sur internet. Connaissez vous des sites fiables et intéressants?
Merci!
Nous souhaiterions partir en septembre pendant 1 semaine et nous recherchons des bons plans (vol uniquement) sur internet. Connaissez vous des sites fiables et intéressants?
Merci!
Inde à moto
salut salut... j arrive a dehli d ici 1 semaine pour un deuxieme voyage en inde... pas de limite de temps...
29ans et deja plus toutes mes dents...
j ai sur place (a diu) une enfield qui m attend donc une place de libre
je pense rester dans le nord ds un premier temps, puis j aviserais...
si tu es deja sur place ou prevois d arriver bientot envoies un mail qu on voit si nos routes se croisent qq part... histoire de boire un schillum ou fumer un tchai au choix...
mat
29ans et deja plus toutes mes dents...
j ai sur place (a diu) une enfield qui m attend donc une place de libre
je pense rester dans le nord ds un premier temps, puis j aviserais...
si tu es deja sur place ou prevois d arriver bientot envoies un mail qu on voit si nos routes se croisent qq part... histoire de boire un schillum ou fumer un tchai au choix...
mat
Maladie aux yeux chez les Indiens?
Après avoir lu et regardé plusieurs ouvrages sur l'Inde je me suis aperçu que de nombreux indiens avaient les yeux assez rouges et brillants. Je suppose que cela peut être dû au manque de soins médicaux, aux poussières. J'aimerais en avoir plus d'informations, et pourquoi pas d'autres éléments remarquables de la vie quotidienne des indiens.
Merci d'avance
Michael
Merci d'avance
Michael
Ouzbekistan, le retour
revenue il y a qq jours d'ouzbekistan, en vrac des infos : les médias locaux n'ont rien laissé filtrer au sujet des bombes à Taskent devant les ambassades ; et la ville a gardé son aspect habituel .. Des français se sont fait controler dans le métro et à l'occasion fait dérober du fric. Les hoteliers précisent bien qu'on ne doit montrer que son passeport et l'enregistrement, pas l'argent ; difficile peut-être de refuser à un flic ! nous on n'a pas pris le métro ! pour 500 soums on se déplace partout en taxi.
au sujet des enregistrement d'hotel, on a tout gardé précieusement et on ne nous a rien demandé à la sortie du territoire ! JUSTE la déclaration de devises, faut garder précieusement celle tamponnée à l'entrée er en remplir une autre à la sortie, en tenant compte des changes effectués, of course !
Les euros se changent sans problème, mais vu qu'il faut une brouette pour emporter les billets ouzbeks (1 usd = 1000 soums), avoir des petites coupures en dollars permet de payer les hotels, les taxis longues distances etc.
attention, même la banque peut arnaquer : des liasses de soums prises à la banque et entourées d'une bandelette de controle, ne contenaient que 98 billets et pas 100 ! petite fraude de 1000 soums, mais répétée, ça complète un salaire !
la vie locale n'est pas chère; on se nourrit pour pas cher dans les tchaichanas ; bon d'accord ce n'est pas varié et le schachlik on finit par en avoir marre, mais le reste est bien gras, on trouve dans les marchés de quoi compléter en fruits. En général dans les BB le petit déj est copieux (et compris dans le prix de la chambre).
Le gros poste budget, c'est l'hotel ; on a surtout fait des BB, autour de 10 usd la nuit par personne. A Andijan, l'hotel du même nom est en réfection et a un chambre utilisable très correcte pour 15 usd la nuit à 2 ; à Namangan, l'hotel Orzu est un caractéristique du viel hotel soviétique, surtout au niveau de la plomberie ! pour 10 usd la nuit à 2 ; mais l'accueil est fort sympathique.
A CHAKHRIZABZ, on peut loger chez l'habitant en demandant aux femmes qui vendent des souvenirs dans la cour de la mosquée, et la réceptioniste de l'hotel chakrizabz, consciente du prix prohibitif de l'hotel (40 usd !!!) propose une chambre chez elle ....
A FERGHANA, une 2éme Sonia BB, 80 rue BABOUR, et à KOKAND, une adresse super, Saima Jololona 31 rue turkestan
la ferghana ? aucun problème de déplacement, d'accueil ; c'est très tranquille, pas grand chose à voir ni à faire ... humer l'air du temps ouzbek, si possible avec un peu de russe pour les contacts, car peu de gens parlent anglais.
les fleuves : l'amou diara à la hauteur du pont de BEROUNI, coule tranquille, avec des bancs de sable, et ses eaux atteignent le bord des barges qui forment le pont. le syr daria lui aussi a des bancs de sable.
l'a fait chaud, un reget, ne pas être passer au KIRGUISISTAN, on peut obtenir le visa à Taskent en 48 h en payant le double du prix ..
BON VOYAGE à ceux qui partent !
au sujet des enregistrement d'hotel, on a tout gardé précieusement et on ne nous a rien demandé à la sortie du territoire ! JUSTE la déclaration de devises, faut garder précieusement celle tamponnée à l'entrée er en remplir une autre à la sortie, en tenant compte des changes effectués, of course !
Les euros se changent sans problème, mais vu qu'il faut une brouette pour emporter les billets ouzbeks (1 usd = 1000 soums), avoir des petites coupures en dollars permet de payer les hotels, les taxis longues distances etc.
attention, même la banque peut arnaquer : des liasses de soums prises à la banque et entourées d'une bandelette de controle, ne contenaient que 98 billets et pas 100 ! petite fraude de 1000 soums, mais répétée, ça complète un salaire !
la vie locale n'est pas chère; on se nourrit pour pas cher dans les tchaichanas ; bon d'accord ce n'est pas varié et le schachlik on finit par en avoir marre, mais le reste est bien gras, on trouve dans les marchés de quoi compléter en fruits. En général dans les BB le petit déj est copieux (et compris dans le prix de la chambre).
Le gros poste budget, c'est l'hotel ; on a surtout fait des BB, autour de 10 usd la nuit par personne. A Andijan, l'hotel du même nom est en réfection et a un chambre utilisable très correcte pour 15 usd la nuit à 2 ; à Namangan, l'hotel Orzu est un caractéristique du viel hotel soviétique, surtout au niveau de la plomberie ! pour 10 usd la nuit à 2 ; mais l'accueil est fort sympathique.
A CHAKHRIZABZ, on peut loger chez l'habitant en demandant aux femmes qui vendent des souvenirs dans la cour de la mosquée, et la réceptioniste de l'hotel chakrizabz, consciente du prix prohibitif de l'hotel (40 usd !!!) propose une chambre chez elle ....
A FERGHANA, une 2éme Sonia BB, 80 rue BABOUR, et à KOKAND, une adresse super, Saima Jololona 31 rue turkestan
la ferghana ? aucun problème de déplacement, d'accueil ; c'est très tranquille, pas grand chose à voir ni à faire ... humer l'air du temps ouzbek, si possible avec un peu de russe pour les contacts, car peu de gens parlent anglais.
les fleuves : l'amou diara à la hauteur du pont de BEROUNI, coule tranquille, avec des bancs de sable, et ses eaux atteignent le bord des barges qui forment le pont. le syr daria lui aussi a des bancs de sable.
l'a fait chaud, un reget, ne pas être passer au KIRGUISISTAN, on peut obtenir le visa à Taskent en 48 h en payant le double du prix ..
BON VOYAGE à ceux qui partent !
Coucou de Chennai
je suis de retour sur chennai, apres etre retrournee sur le kerala et tamil. je pense bien a vous tous, Alan le village de pecheurs de varkala est toujours aussi beau, Simba je n ai pas fait encore de reserve, mais j ai assiste au festival des elephants et ai bien pense a toi, Inextremis les petites stations de Munnar te plairaient, Nancy, je suis restee plus de deux heures sur le temple de tanjore, un exploit, il te faudrait au moins deux jours pour toi... Jaisalmer, les tchai et parothas toujours aussi divinsm, Parvat, je sais que goa s approche pour toi, didichris je devrai avoir tes adresses fin mars ou avril, Snakeup, je me suis regalee de prawns au moonraker de mamalla, Francois je te prete ma petite maison dans un champ de manguiers pour un repos bien merite quand tu veux. Bref, je vous ai tous emmene avec moi, et bien d autres amis VF que j ai oublie de citer. gros bisous a tous
HENDRUM ANBUDAN SANDRINE
HENDRUM ANBUDAN SANDRINE
Thé aux épices
C'est un pur délice...🙂
pour 4 personnes : 1l d'eau, 1c. à soupe de thé noir, 1 bâton de cannelle, 3 clous de girofle, 1/4 c. à café de gingembre moulu, 3 gousses de cardamone écrasées.
Placer le thé dans la théière. Faire frémir l'eau avec les épices à feu doux, pendant 5 minutes. Porter ensuite à ébullition et verser dans la théière. laisser infuser 5 minutes.
Amicalement Sandrine
pour 4 personnes : 1l d'eau, 1c. à soupe de thé noir, 1 bâton de cannelle, 3 clous de girofle, 1/4 c. à café de gingembre moulu, 3 gousses de cardamone écrasées.
Placer le thé dans la théière. Faire frémir l'eau avec les épices à feu doux, pendant 5 minutes. Porter ensuite à ébullition et verser dans la théière. laisser infuser 5 minutes.
Amicalement Sandrine
Cherche informations sur la Birmanie
Bonjour aux voyageurs,
Nous partons fin mars pour Myanmar (4 personnes) et souhaiterions des infos sur le pays.
Merci d'avance
Vassili
Nous partons fin mars pour Myanmar (4 personnes) et souhaiterions des infos sur le pays.
Merci d'avance
Vassili
The Foam of Days
Now that the curtain has fallen on the past year, it’s time to see what’s happening around here.
It seems pretty quiet, but I’ll read more in detail later.
First, I need to tell you all an anecdote.
My eldest little girl, in her third year of law school, was really scared she wouldn’t pass the year. I told her: “Trust yourself, you’ve worked so hard, and worst case, if you fail, you’ll just redo the year.” “But I don’t think I’ll make it—they changed the rules, and if I mess up even one unit, I have to start all over.” I knew her grades weren’t exactly stellar, and with what I was about to say, I wasn’t taking much of a risk. “Here’s the deal, sweetheart: if you pass, I promise I’ll take you to India, just the two of us.” I have to admit, India is a country I’ve talked about so much to all my grandchildren that in their minds, it’s become a magical, mythical place (hmm).
July had barely begun when my phone rang, her name flashing on the screen. “Mamido, I did it!” My promise came rushing back—oh no, oh no, oh no! “Congratulations, sweetheart!” A little shyly, she said: “Is the India trip still on?”
And me, replying: “Of course it is!”
And that’s that—a promise is a promise, or you risk losing that precious trust that keeps hearts warm and at peace.
We’re leaving in February. Only 8 days—yikes, the carbon footprint! But we can’t miss her tutorials, or she’ll be kicked out. Personally, that works just fine for me.
Going to India has become a challenge for me. It’s far, it’s exhausting, I sweat, I hate mosquitoes, the spices bother my mouth when I used to love them. There’s noise all the time—at night, the dogs bark nonstop, and we almost get run over. I’ll get lost in the streets because my sense of direction has vanished. I don’t like rice anymore. All that chaos and those cultural differences that once enchanted me now just overwhelm me. But I promised.
The upside—and it’s a big one—Raman, the same driver I’ve had forever, will be at the airport with a sign with our names. We’ll stop at the same little shop for chai (or tea, plain and simple) with that aroma that intoxicates me, halfway through the trip.
It’ll be a tiny trip—staying with friends, I’ll show her a few places I love: Chidambaram, Mamallapuram, and the clinic where I worked. Then we’ll head back. My little girl will go home to her parents.
As for me, I’ll leave right away for our Scottish island with Homme for our chilly winter.
How can you love a country so much you want to live there, then suddenly reject it, no longer able to appreciate what once made it special? That’s the mystery of love, I guess.
First, I need to tell you all an anecdote.
My eldest little girl, in her third year of law school, was really scared she wouldn’t pass the year. I told her: “Trust yourself, you’ve worked so hard, and worst case, if you fail, you’ll just redo the year.” “But I don’t think I’ll make it—they changed the rules, and if I mess up even one unit, I have to start all over.” I knew her grades weren’t exactly stellar, and with what I was about to say, I wasn’t taking much of a risk. “Here’s the deal, sweetheart: if you pass, I promise I’ll take you to India, just the two of us.” I have to admit, India is a country I’ve talked about so much to all my grandchildren that in their minds, it’s become a magical, mythical place (hmm).
July had barely begun when my phone rang, her name flashing on the screen. “Mamido, I did it!” My promise came rushing back—oh no, oh no, oh no! “Congratulations, sweetheart!” A little shyly, she said: “Is the India trip still on?”
And me, replying: “Of course it is!”
And that’s that—a promise is a promise, or you risk losing that precious trust that keeps hearts warm and at peace.
We’re leaving in February. Only 8 days—yikes, the carbon footprint! But we can’t miss her tutorials, or she’ll be kicked out. Personally, that works just fine for me.
Going to India has become a challenge for me. It’s far, it’s exhausting, I sweat, I hate mosquitoes, the spices bother my mouth when I used to love them. There’s noise all the time—at night, the dogs bark nonstop, and we almost get run over. I’ll get lost in the streets because my sense of direction has vanished. I don’t like rice anymore. All that chaos and those cultural differences that once enchanted me now just overwhelm me. But I promised.
The upside—and it’s a big one—Raman, the same driver I’ve had forever, will be at the airport with a sign with our names. We’ll stop at the same little shop for chai (or tea, plain and simple) with that aroma that intoxicates me, halfway through the trip.
It’ll be a tiny trip—staying with friends, I’ll show her a few places I love: Chidambaram, Mamallapuram, and the clinic where I worked. Then we’ll head back. My little girl will go home to her parents.
As for me, I’ll leave right away for our Scottish island with Homme for our chilly winter.
How can you love a country so much you want to live there, then suddenly reject it, no longer able to appreciate what once made it special? That’s the mystery of love, I guess.
Unusual trip to Rajasthan November 2022
Friday, November 4
My flight Barcelona - Abu Dhabi - Delhi went smoothly, it’s on time, and here I am back in India after 3 long years.
As I step off the plane, we head toward customs. It’s 3 AM, I’m tired but happy. The huge customs hall is below ground level and buzzing with people who’ve just arrived. In the end, they’re well organized—Indians to the left, foreigners to the right, and all along the hall, the customs officers’ posts, who remain very zen despite the crowd. It took me less than 2 hours to get out of the airport, which was pretty quick.
For this return trip, I got in touch with a driver from the "Lovers of India" group who was supposed to take me from the airport to Udaipur, passing through non-touristy villages like I love. This French-speaking driver had convinced me to travel by car, which was supposed to make moving from village to village easier. Two or three days before departure, I receive a message from the driver saying he was sick with a cold and sending another driver, his very kind brother who knows Rajasthan well but doesn’t speak French. I’m a bit disappointed by this message and doubtful about the driver’s sincerity, but I don’t have time to find another driver, so I stick to my plans, though I’m not at ease.
At the exit, the driver hasn’t arrived, and I wait half an hour before seeing him show up with a big smile, "Namaste." We don’t waste time and head to the car, which is clean and new.
We get to know each other in the car and hit the road toward Alwar. Along the way, we stop for lunch and to taste my first masala chai, which wakes up my taste buds.
I doze off during the drive, and we arrive at the Atlantic Hotel in Alwar at 10:30 AM. My room is on the ground floor, and I settle in quickly. The Wi-Fi isn’t working, but the staff do everything they can to fix it. At noon, Gajender, the driver, suggests visiting the Qila Fort, which is on the heights of Alwar. The fort is closed for restoration, but safari tours are offered—jeep, guide, driver, and visit for 1600 Rs.
We follow the great wall, which is impressive—the second largest in India and the third in the world.
We spot peacocks and monkeys.
The guide shows me an old stepwell lost in nature. It’s always my thing to check out these baoris, which can be stunning, but this one isn’t anything special. We arrive at the palace overlooking the city.
We walk around the palace, and I discover another stepwell that’s not worth lingering over.
The tour is over, and I had a great time despite the fatigue. We head back down to Alwar, near the City Palace, which has been turned into administrative offices. Gaju (the driver’s nickname) finds a parking spot near a dhaba where we have lunch (paneer masala, chapatis, chai)—it’s delicious. With my energy restored, we head to the palace. On the top floor is a museum that I visit.
At the exit of the museum, we have to go back down and walk around the palace to get to the Moosi Maharani Chhatri. I’ve been here once before and really liked it, and the place is still the same—calm and relaxing.
"This monument is the most artistic in Alwar and also the most royal, filled with fascinating history. Maharaja Vinay Singh of Alwar built this two-story cenotaph in 1815 in memory of his father, Maharaja Bakhtawar Singh. It’s also known as Moosi Maharani ki Chhatri, named after the king’s mistress, who performed sati upon his death. After the sati, she was accepted as the king’s wife. It’s an elegant monument, shaped like a flower and built with a mix of brown sandstone and white marble. The first floor is made of sandstone, while the upper floor and the chhatris (cenotaphs) are in white marble. Its sculpted pavilion has dome-shaped arches with intricate lace-like and exquisite floral patterns. There are complex motifs that shine brightly in the sunlight. The colorful circular ceiling is an important part of Moosi Maharani Ki Chhatri and is adorned with faded gold-leaf paintings of mythological figures and scenes. The footprints of Maharaja and Moosi Rani are engraved in marble inside the cenotaph, and locals pay their respects to them."
Near the chhatri, there’s a large water reservoir with a magnificent view. The place is peaceful and relaxing, and I stay here for a while, contemplating and daydreaming before heading back to the hotel for some well-deserved rest. The Wi-Fi is working now. I’m the only foreign guest, and since my room is near the entrance, I’ll be well taken care of throughout my stay.
I doze off during the drive, and we arrive at the Atlantic Hotel in Alwar at 10:30 AM. My room is on the ground floor, and I settle in quickly. The Wi-Fi isn’t working, but the staff do everything they can to fix it. At noon, Gajender, the driver, suggests visiting the Qila Fort, which is on the heights of Alwar. The fort is closed for restoration, but safari tours are offered—jeep, guide, driver, and visit for 1600 Rs.
We follow the great wall, which is impressive—the second largest in India and the third in the world.
We spot peacocks and monkeys.
The guide shows me an old stepwell lost in nature. It’s always my thing to check out these baoris, which can be stunning, but this one isn’t anything special. We arrive at the palace overlooking the city.
We walk around the palace, and I discover another stepwell that’s not worth lingering over.
The tour is over, and I had a great time despite the fatigue. We head back down to Alwar, near the City Palace, which has been turned into administrative offices. Gaju (the driver’s nickname) finds a parking spot near a dhaba where we have lunch (paneer masala, chapatis, chai)—it’s delicious. With my energy restored, we head to the palace. On the top floor is a museum that I visit.
At the exit of the museum, we have to go back down and walk around the palace to get to the Moosi Maharani Chhatri. I’ve been here once before and really liked it, and the place is still the same—calm and relaxing.
"This monument is the most artistic in Alwar and also the most royal, filled with fascinating history. Maharaja Vinay Singh of Alwar built this two-story cenotaph in 1815 in memory of his father, Maharaja Bakhtawar Singh. It’s also known as Moosi Maharani ki Chhatri, named after the king’s mistress, who performed sati upon his death. After the sati, she was accepted as the king’s wife. It’s an elegant monument, shaped like a flower and built with a mix of brown sandstone and white marble. The first floor is made of sandstone, while the upper floor and the chhatris (cenotaphs) are in white marble. Its sculpted pavilion has dome-shaped arches with intricate lace-like and exquisite floral patterns. There are complex motifs that shine brightly in the sunlight. The colorful circular ceiling is an important part of Moosi Maharani Ki Chhatri and is adorned with faded gold-leaf paintings of mythological figures and scenes. The footprints of Maharaja and Moosi Rani are engraved in marble inside the cenotaph, and locals pay their respects to them."
Near the chhatri, there’s a large water reservoir with a magnificent view. The place is peaceful and relaxing, and I stay here for a while, contemplating and daydreaming before heading back to the hotel for some well-deserved rest. The Wi-Fi is working now. I’m the only foreign guest, and since my room is near the entrance, I’ll be well taken care of throughout my stay.
A Turquoise Dream Come True in Uzbekistan - 2022
We took this trip from September 12 to October 7, 2022. I didn’t post this travel journal earlier in Voyage Forum because the site wasn’t back up yet (and also because I was short on time).
Then, at the end of 2024, I made a promise to a friend: to publish my travel journal on VF. So here it is!
We took off from Paris in the late afternoon on September 12 and arrived in Tashkent around 7:15 AM on the 13th.
This trip was the result of long contemplation and preparation (it was originally planned for the year of the lockdown (2020) and was prepared with the help and advice of Nasrullo Jumanov from Turquoise Travel.
Stages and Itinerary
Stage 1: Tashkent - September 13 and 14
Stage 2: Ferghana Valley – September 15 to 17
Stage 3: Nukus and Moynaq - September 18 and 19
Stage 4: Mysterious Khiva - September 20 to 22
Stage 5: Holy Bukhara - September 23 to 26
Stage 6: Asraf - September 27 and 28
Stage 7: Mythical Samarkand - September 29 to October 2
Stage 8: Tersak (via Shakhrisabz and Urgut) – October 3 and 4
Stage 9: Samarkand – October 5 and 6
Stage 10: Tashkent/Istanbul/Paris – October 6 and 7
Stage 1: Tashkent
September 13
At the airport exit, we were greeted by the owner of our B&B (B&B Gulnara).
Today was all about recovery and our first steps in the capital. Our first currency exchange made us feel like sudden millionaires.
Our first stroll down the avenue leading to Chorsu Market introduced us to the fact that 80 to 90% of the cars here are white Chevrolets.
A walk under the arcades facing Chorsu: hardware stores, cabinetmakers, lute makers (one of them gave me a little concert/demo of a few string instruments).
As we entered the market, many vendors called out to us, including this florist who asked where we were from: ‘France? Ah! Macron! PSG!’ He then recited a list of players from the Parisian team as well as past (Platini, Zidane, etc.) and current (Giroud, Griezmann, Mbappé, etc.) French national team players. Since we’re more into rugby (we live near Toulouse), he knew more players than I did!
The market sprawls outside around the large circular, multi-story hall. We bought some grapes and bottles of freshly squeezed pomegranate juice for just a few sums. This evening, we had a meet-up with Nasrullo. The reunion was very warm: we’d been exchanging messages for over two years, and I’d been ‘torturing’ him with changes to our itinerary and trip duration. We were finally eager to meet, and honestly, I wasn’t disappointed—in fact, it was the opposite. Nasrullo was very attentive throughout our trip and always made sure, even from a distance (and most often from a distance!), that everything went smoothly. His goal was for us to leave delighted with our trip and, why not, indirectly become ambassadors for this destination. September 14 Breakfast with Nasrullo, then we set off with him by taxi to explore some of the capital’s sites.
We started by visiting the Khazrati Imam complex, which includes the mausoleum of Kaffal Shashi, the Barak Khan and Muyi Muborak madrasas, and the great Khazrati Imam Mosque with its immense prayer hall.
In the Muyi Muborak madrasa, now a museum, you can see the oldest Quran in the world. It was written by three religious scholars, including the secretary of the Prophet Muhammad, on large ‘pages’ made of antelope skin. Next, we explored Soviet-era Tashkent, discovering its parks, canals, and squares: Independence Square with its storks and phoenixes, Amir Temur Square with its large statue and, in the background, the massive Soviet-era hotel that has become one of Tashkent’s iconic buildings. Nasrullo took us through Broadway Boulevard and along what he calls ‘Tashkent’s Montmartre’… Well, it’s far, very far from Montmartre (in every sense of the word!). Then we took the metro to Chorsu station. Rush hour is pretty much the same everywhere in the metro… When we arrived at Chorsu, it was time to say goodbye. Nasrullo had to head back to Samarkand. Before leaving, he recommended some chaikhanas at the end of the galleries facing the market. We ate there for just a few euros (2 or 3 € for two people). After eating, we headed back to our room to cool off (our B&B is about a 10-minute walk away).
Around 4 PM, we set off to visit the Kokeldash Madrasa, which is still active. On the way, we stopped to watch some bread vendors and take a few photos. We were hesitating about buying some for our evening picnic when a young woman approached us. In perfect English, she asked: ‘Are you looking for something? Do you want to buy bread? Which one? How much?’ She then spoke to one of the vendors and negotiated the price. ‘Do you want one?’ And she took two. She paid directly. I took out my wallet to reimburse her, but she refused. It’s on the house! Then the vendor asked where we were from. And off we went again: Macron, PSG, football players… We’ll have to get used to it. The young woman smiled at the questions and comments, barely gave us time to thank her, and left as quickly as she had approached us.
We continued our walk. Visited the madrasa. Then we crossed the boulevard to see the Tashkent Circus. I would’ve loved to go in and visit, but the ticket seller wouldn’t hear of it. We carried on around what should’ve been a park with old-fashioned rides and attractions. All we found was a construction site. Oh well! Back at our hotel, a message from Nasrullo was waiting for us. He had managed to change our train ticket for the next day. Instead of taking the 6:00 AM train, we’d take the 8:00 AM one. And instead of second class, we’d be in first class! Great! This evening, we had a picnic at one of the breakfast tables in the B&B courtyard. Under a shelter, the owner and his family were celebrating a birthday. The owner started by offering us some tea. Then they brought us some fruit (watermelon and melon). Finally, after the song, candles, and cake cutting, they brought us two generous slices of that beautiful birthday cake. Delicious!
We took off from Paris in the late afternoon on September 12 and arrived in Tashkent around 7:15 AM on the 13th.
This trip was the result of long contemplation and preparation (it was originally planned for the year of the lockdown (2020) and was prepared with the help and advice of Nasrullo Jumanov from Turquoise Travel.
Stages and Itinerary
Stage 1: Tashkent - September 13 and 14
Stage 2: Ferghana Valley – September 15 to 17
Stage 3: Nukus and Moynaq - September 18 and 19
Stage 4: Mysterious Khiva - September 20 to 22
Stage 5: Holy Bukhara - September 23 to 26
Stage 6: Asraf - September 27 and 28
Stage 7: Mythical Samarkand - September 29 to October 2
Stage 8: Tersak (via Shakhrisabz and Urgut) – October 3 and 4
Stage 9: Samarkand – October 5 and 6
Stage 10: Tashkent/Istanbul/Paris – October 6 and 7
Stage 1: Tashkent
September 13
At the airport exit, we were greeted by the owner of our B&B (B&B Gulnara).
Today was all about recovery and our first steps in the capital. Our first currency exchange made us feel like sudden millionaires.
Our first stroll down the avenue leading to Chorsu Market introduced us to the fact that 80 to 90% of the cars here are white Chevrolets.
A walk under the arcades facing Chorsu: hardware stores, cabinetmakers, lute makers (one of them gave me a little concert/demo of a few string instruments).As we entered the market, many vendors called out to us, including this florist who asked where we were from: ‘France? Ah! Macron! PSG!’ He then recited a list of players from the Parisian team as well as past (Platini, Zidane, etc.) and current (Giroud, Griezmann, Mbappé, etc.) French national team players. Since we’re more into rugby (we live near Toulouse), he knew more players than I did!
The market sprawls outside around the large circular, multi-story hall. We bought some grapes and bottles of freshly squeezed pomegranate juice for just a few sums. This evening, we had a meet-up with Nasrullo. The reunion was very warm: we’d been exchanging messages for over two years, and I’d been ‘torturing’ him with changes to our itinerary and trip duration. We were finally eager to meet, and honestly, I wasn’t disappointed—in fact, it was the opposite. Nasrullo was very attentive throughout our trip and always made sure, even from a distance (and most often from a distance!), that everything went smoothly. His goal was for us to leave delighted with our trip and, why not, indirectly become ambassadors for this destination. September 14 Breakfast with Nasrullo, then we set off with him by taxi to explore some of the capital’s sites.
We started by visiting the Khazrati Imam complex, which includes the mausoleum of Kaffal Shashi, the Barak Khan and Muyi Muborak madrasas, and the great Khazrati Imam Mosque with its immense prayer hall.
In the Muyi Muborak madrasa, now a museum, you can see the oldest Quran in the world. It was written by three religious scholars, including the secretary of the Prophet Muhammad, on large ‘pages’ made of antelope skin. Next, we explored Soviet-era Tashkent, discovering its parks, canals, and squares: Independence Square with its storks and phoenixes, Amir Temur Square with its large statue and, in the background, the massive Soviet-era hotel that has become one of Tashkent’s iconic buildings. Nasrullo took us through Broadway Boulevard and along what he calls ‘Tashkent’s Montmartre’… Well, it’s far, very far from Montmartre (in every sense of the word!). Then we took the metro to Chorsu station. Rush hour is pretty much the same everywhere in the metro… When we arrived at Chorsu, it was time to say goodbye. Nasrullo had to head back to Samarkand. Before leaving, he recommended some chaikhanas at the end of the galleries facing the market. We ate there for just a few euros (2 or 3 € for two people). After eating, we headed back to our room to cool off (our B&B is about a 10-minute walk away).
Around 4 PM, we set off to visit the Kokeldash Madrasa, which is still active. On the way, we stopped to watch some bread vendors and take a few photos. We were hesitating about buying some for our evening picnic when a young woman approached us. In perfect English, she asked: ‘Are you looking for something? Do you want to buy bread? Which one? How much?’ She then spoke to one of the vendors and negotiated the price. ‘Do you want one?’ And she took two. She paid directly. I took out my wallet to reimburse her, but she refused. It’s on the house! Then the vendor asked where we were from. And off we went again: Macron, PSG, football players… We’ll have to get used to it. The young woman smiled at the questions and comments, barely gave us time to thank her, and left as quickly as she had approached us.
We continued our walk. Visited the madrasa. Then we crossed the boulevard to see the Tashkent Circus. I would’ve loved to go in and visit, but the ticket seller wouldn’t hear of it. We carried on around what should’ve been a park with old-fashioned rides and attractions. All we found was a construction site. Oh well! Back at our hotel, a message from Nasrullo was waiting for us. He had managed to change our train ticket for the next day. Instead of taking the 6:00 AM train, we’d take the 8:00 AM one. And instead of second class, we’d be in first class! Great! This evening, we had a picnic at one of the breakfast tables in the B&B courtyard. Under a shelter, the owner and his family were celebrating a birthday. The owner started by offering us some tea. Then they brought us some fruit (watermelon and melon). Finally, after the song, candles, and cake cutting, they brought us two generous slices of that beautiful birthday cake. Delicious!
Le jardin à l'iranienne
Dans la série documentaire "Jardins d'ici et d'ailleurs" (2016), ARTE rediffuse ce jeudi 23/07/20 à 17h45 l'épisode "Bagh-e Fin" (26', ARTE 2016).
Déjà disponible jusqu'au 18/09/20 sur https://www.arte.tv/fr/videos/066315-007-A/jardins-d-ici-et-d-ailleurs/.
Vendredi 24/07/20, sera diffusé à 17h45 l'épisode "Avenue Chahar Bagh" (26', ARTE 2016), sur le grand axe central d'Ispahan. Inclus le palais Chehel Sotun et le Pont Si-o Se Pol.
Déjà disponible sur https://www.arte.tv/fr/videos/066315-008-A/jardins-d-ici-et-d-ailleurs/, jusqu'au 21/09/20.
Pour les non-initiés, c'est l'occasion de découvrir ou approfondir le jardin à l'iranienne.
Une version sous-titrée en anglais est aussi disponible pour vos amis iraniens. A ce jour, elles sont accessibles sur la version anglophone d'ARTE+7, mais aussi sur YouTube in https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0WuGNmBrv_A pour Bagh-e Fin, in https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v6r22b1YsV4&t=7s pour l'avenue Chahar Bagh.
Dommage que le commentaire français ignore tant la prononciation correcte des noms iraniens. Ainsi le chahar qui doit se prononcer "tchahar" pour un francophone. Ou le "gh" qui correspond à un type de "r" roulé (et non un simple "g").
Il aurait pu être judicieux d'indiquer une fois au moins que le jardin iranien existait déjà sous les Achéménides, on en a même retrouvé des traces à Pasargades. Un espace entouré d'un mur, qui est à l'origine du pairi-daeza.
L'article francophone de wikipedia (https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jardin_persan) permet d'approfondir la compréhension du jardin iranien.
Notez que le Jardin Persan est inscrit depuis 2012 par l'UNESCO au Patrimoine de l'Humanité, avec comme exemples les vestiges du jardin de Pasargades, Bagh-e Shahzadeh à Mahan, Bagh-e Eram à Chiraz, Bagh-e Fin près de Kashan, le jardin du palais de Chehel Sotun à Ispahan, les jardins Dolatabad à Yazd, Abbasabad près de Behshar, Akbarieh à Birjand, et Pahlevanpour à Mehriz.
Fabrice
Déjà disponible jusqu'au 18/09/20 sur https://www.arte.tv/fr/videos/066315-007-A/jardins-d-ici-et-d-ailleurs/.
Vendredi 24/07/20, sera diffusé à 17h45 l'épisode "Avenue Chahar Bagh" (26', ARTE 2016), sur le grand axe central d'Ispahan. Inclus le palais Chehel Sotun et le Pont Si-o Se Pol.
Déjà disponible sur https://www.arte.tv/fr/videos/066315-008-A/jardins-d-ici-et-d-ailleurs/, jusqu'au 21/09/20.
Pour les non-initiés, c'est l'occasion de découvrir ou approfondir le jardin à l'iranienne.
Une version sous-titrée en anglais est aussi disponible pour vos amis iraniens. A ce jour, elles sont accessibles sur la version anglophone d'ARTE+7, mais aussi sur YouTube in https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0WuGNmBrv_A pour Bagh-e Fin, in https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v6r22b1YsV4&t=7s pour l'avenue Chahar Bagh.
Dommage que le commentaire français ignore tant la prononciation correcte des noms iraniens. Ainsi le chahar qui doit se prononcer "tchahar" pour un francophone. Ou le "gh" qui correspond à un type de "r" roulé (et non un simple "g").
Il aurait pu être judicieux d'indiquer une fois au moins que le jardin iranien existait déjà sous les Achéménides, on en a même retrouvé des traces à Pasargades. Un espace entouré d'un mur, qui est à l'origine du pairi-daeza.
L'article francophone de wikipedia (https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jardin_persan) permet d'approfondir la compréhension du jardin iranien.
Notez que le Jardin Persan est inscrit depuis 2012 par l'UNESCO au Patrimoine de l'Humanité, avec comme exemples les vestiges du jardin de Pasargades, Bagh-e Shahzadeh à Mahan, Bagh-e Eram à Chiraz, Bagh-e Fin près de Kashan, le jardin du palais de Chehel Sotun à Ispahan, les jardins Dolatabad à Yazd, Abbasabad près de Behshar, Akbarieh à Birjand, et Pahlevanpour à Mehriz.
Fabrice
Voyage du West Bengal à Varanasi en passant par Bodhgaya
Atteints par le virus "Inde" depuis notre premier voyage en 2013 , (seulement😮 ! ), nous y revoilà pour un 8° séjour ( du 14 au 28 janvier 2020).
Cette fois-ci notre périple nous amènera de Calcutta à Varanasi en passant par des petits villages du Westbengal et par Bodhgaya..
Nous prendrons ensuite notre vol de retour de Delhi à Nice .
Je me lance enfin pour rédiger mon premier cahier de voyage en remerciant aux passage tous ceux et celles qui ont alimenté ce forum en postant carnets, photos et commentaires, fort utiles à la préparation d'un voyage. Je demande d'avance un peu d'indulgence concernant ce récit, où quelques fautes vont peut-être s'immiscer par ci par là car, même si je vis en France depuis longtemps, ma langue maternelle reste l'allemand. Vous voilà prévenus 🙂!
Notre séjour débute à Kolkata ou nous resterons 2 jours entiers. Nous logeons dans un petit hôtel de College street . Le personnel est très sympathique et très serviable, notre chambre très propre, que demander de plus? Certes , c'est bruyant côté rue mais l'avantage d'un petit balcon nous permet d'observer tout le trafic d'en bas. Celui -ci ne s'arrête guère même pendant la nuit...Ceci dit, nous dormons très bien, le voyage a été long !
Vue du balcon de l'hôtel
Je me lance enfin pour rédiger mon premier cahier de voyage en remerciant aux passage tous ceux et celles qui ont alimenté ce forum en postant carnets, photos et commentaires, fort utiles à la préparation d'un voyage. Je demande d'avance un peu d'indulgence concernant ce récit, où quelques fautes vont peut-être s'immiscer par ci par là car, même si je vis en France depuis longtemps, ma langue maternelle reste l'allemand. Vous voilà prévenus 🙂!
Notre séjour débute à Kolkata ou nous resterons 2 jours entiers. Nous logeons dans un petit hôtel de College street . Le personnel est très sympathique et très serviable, notre chambre très propre, que demander de plus? Certes , c'est bruyant côté rue mais l'avantage d'un petit balcon nous permet d'observer tout le trafic d'en bas. Celui -ci ne s'arrête guère même pendant la nuit...Ceci dit, nous dormons très bien, le voyage a été long !
Vue du balcon de l'hôtel
