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Et l'on continue à voyager .

Où est-ce ?

Bonjour,

Nous pensons partir en février en Egypte, nous sommes une famille avec deux petits garçons de 6 et 3 ans.

Nous sommes en fait un peu perdu dans tous les choix d'hôtels...

Quelle destination préférer? Quel est le temps en février? Quel hôtel vous semble nous convenir? Mon époux fait de la plongée, nous désirons la formule all in, pas trop loin des villages pour visiter, ...

Voilà, tous vos avis nous intéressent!

Merci!

Christine

🙂Bon c'est reparti pour une nouvelle serie !!! Voila une photo un peu originale et mais vous pouvez trouver l'endroit facilement en regardant bien !!(Et si vous trouvez le nom du bateau en plus alors là, je fais le tour de la place de la Concorde en string !!) 😏 😏😏 je plaisantais pour cette dernière !!!(on ne sait jamais !!)

Bonjour, Je reviens d'Alaska où j'ai passé 3 super semaines. J'étais déjà allée en Alaska il y a 8 ans. Cette fois, j'ai eu 2 jours de pluie… sur trois semaines, c'est terrible. Un grand ciel bleu, et à Tok (au sud de Fairbanks) nous avons branché un ventilateur dans la chambre. Il y a 8 ans, ce n'était pas ainsi, il faisait plus frais et nous avons eu de la pluie, bref, un vrai temps d'Alaska. Tout au nord, à Barrow, les habitants sont obligés de protéger le rivage avec d'énormes sacs afin que la mer n'attaque pas trop car les habitations pourraient s'écrouler… Quelle tristesse… 😕

A compter du 15 Septembre, le prix d'entree des parc nationaux en Thailande augmente comme suit: 400Bt au lieu de 200 pour les farangs 40Bt (et meme 80 dans certains endroits) au lieu de 20 pour les Thais et farangs residents.

Je sais je vais faire hurler les gens mais je reviens de 3 semaines en NZ et je dois avouer que mes reves de paysages a la Seigneur des Anneaux ont ete plus que decus... Clairement, ca n a rien a voir.

Certes tout est tres joli, les gens sont gentils mais franchement, quand on n'est pas une adepte des sports extremes ou junkie d adrenaline, il reste des randos mignonettes et des paysages entre la suisse et l irlande, bien verts. bref c est 'lovely' mais revenant de 5 mois en Amerique du Sud ou j avais vu des trucs grandioses et ou j en avais pris plein les yeux, j ai trouve qu il n y avait pas gd chose d exceptionnel et que tout etait petit, survendu et tres bien 'marketé'...

Voila, un reve brisé... Et je vous jure que j aurais adore adorer...

Pour ma part, le livre qui m´a fait découvrir mon gout pour le voyage: La Terre n´est qu´un seul pays d´André Brugiroux.

André, un francais comme l´indique son nom, qui a fait le tour du monde en stop pendant 5 ans, 18000km, 1 dollars par jour. Il nous donne le gout du partage des cultures, et nous fait lever de notre canaper pour regarder plus loin.......

Tous ceux a qui je l´ai fait lire on eu la meme inspiration ensuite... Le problème c´est que je crois il est dveneue à trouver mais bon, pas encore introuvable!

Voilà un thème qui je crois n'a pas encore été choisie, et c'est aussi des découvertes passionnantes lors de nos voyages.

Donc pour le fun en voici 2 à vous de suivre.😉

Musée Mercedes Stuttgart :



Triporteur au Mexique :

J'aimerais avoir votre opinion sur le pays d'Europe que vous avez préférez lors de vos voayges?? Pour ma part pas difficile à comprendre non?? 😉

Bonjour à tous!

Simple curiosité: combien de pays avez-vous visité? Et quels sont les pays que vous avez visité plusieurs fois, tellement c'était bien?

Bonne journée

Marliese

Bonjour à Tous,

Comme nombreux d’entre vous ici, je prépare un Tour du Monde, en lisant les différents forums, je constate que nous sommes vraiment beaucoup à partir dans les 12 prochains mois, alors ce serait sympa de recenser tous les projets de tour du monde en préparation, en donnant quelques infos,

Je me lance :

Dates de départ...................................env 15 janvier 2006 Nombres de mois, années....................env 2 ans En solo, duo, voir plus ........................solo Continent par ordre de passage ..........Asie, Océanie, Amérique du Sud et Centrale, Afrique Premier pays ......................................Inde Dernier pays ......................................Israel Nombre de vols prévus ......................entre 12 et 20 Site Web de votre tour .......................oui en construction

Et le LIEU incontournable de votre tour : ( si vous arrivez à répondre )

Voila pour moi, j’attend vos merveilleux projets ....

Mpolo57

« Il arriva à la croisée de 2 chemins, et là il décida d’aller là où il n’allait pas «

bon sang j'en ai marre de cette chaleur. (en france) l'air est irrespirable. en region parisienne du moins. je ne risque pas de partir en rando en ce moment

c'est infernal ! vous partez en été vous ?

à moins de rouler la nuit peut etre :) ou de partir dans l'hemiphere sud ...

Bonjour à tous, 🙂

Le 12.09.04 (cfr.post sur les portes), avait germé dans ma petit tête l'idée de lancer un post sur les plus beaux clichés de fontaines. Depuis l'eau à coulé (sous les ponts entre autre! 😉)... mais je n'ai jamais abandonné l'idée.

Je débute donc par les plus belles fontaines que j'ai pu photographier à Rome.

De 1 à 5 : Les fontaines de la Piazza Navona

6 : Détail de la fontaine de la Barcaccia ( Piazza di Spagna)

7 : Fontaine sur la piazza del popolo

8 : Fontaine sous le Capitole

9 et 10 : Célèbre Fontaine de Trevi

quels sont les endroits qui vous ont franchement éclatés ?....

quel rdt votre livre culte (en rapport avec voyage) ?

pour ma part voici un livre qui a sans doute confirmé mon attrait les voyages : l'usage du monde de Nicolas Bouvier.

si un livre vous a plu (mais vraiment très très beaucoup plu) n'hésitez pas à communiquer votre liste ici. merci

Salut tout le monde

Bon ben juste pour dire que plusieurs forumiens avaient leur appareil photo, j'ai pensé que les photographes pourraient faire leur reportage dans cette discussion (ce sera + facile à François d'en parler avec ce nouveau sujet plutot que d'ajouter les photos à la queue des 80 réponses du message de Pimpelune, non?).

La soirée était géniale, très enrichissante, très chaude aussi (je parle de la météo), nous étions environ 25 (et pourtant y avait pas mal d'absents!), chacun avait amené une spécialité (salade Tahitienne, salade Norvégienne, riz Cantonais, sushis, tarte au thon, tarte à la tartiflette, mousse au chocolat, brownies maison, j'en oublie et pourtant j'ai TOUT testé!! ).

On a tous été d'accord pour faire d'ici quelques temps une soirée VF Lyon n°4 ! 🙂🙂 Merci Pimpelune l'organisatrice !! 🙂🙂

Bon y a encore plein de choses à dire, alors je laisse la parole aux 25 forumiens d'hier soir pour compléter ce que j'ai dit, si possible en images!!) 🙂

... En ce 1er jour de l'an 2004 😉...

Voici trois jolies citations sur les voyages ... certains d'entre vous, s'y retrouveront peut-être ?

"Le véritable voyage de découverte ne consiste pas à chercher de nouveaux paysages mais d'avoir de nouveaux yeux" - M. Proust.

"Il n' y a d'homme plus complet que celui qui a beaucoup voyagé, qui a changé vingt fois la forme de sa pensée et de sa vie" A. De Lamartine.

"Tant il est vrai qu'on est persuadé que les voyages forment le jugement et perfectionnent l'homme, qu'on prétend être comme ces plantes qui ne peuvent porter de bons fruits qu'après avoir été transplantées" F.Deseine.

Et pour finir ...un proverbe chinois ... Puisque nous entamons une nouvelle année 🙂 ...

"Il faut rajouter de la vie aux années et non des années à la vie"

Bonne année 2004 à tous ... remplie de fabuleux voyages et de profondes découvertes.

Gene

Bonjour à tous!

Je compte aller en Bolivie, un mois cet été et je cherche des gens qui ont deja fait ce voyage pour me conseiller sur les sites à ne pas manquer

J'attends vos réponses!

Merci d'avance et à bientôt

Hello

This month’s photo contest theme for May 2026 is "Staircases"

Plural or singular? Does it really matter as long as you’re told you’ve gone up or down them well?

Anyway, it’s not that complicated, even though I’m sure some will manage to overcomplicate it—after all, why keep things simple when making them complicated is so much more fun (as an Indian proverb goes).

To participate: Submit your photos until Monday, May 25 at 11:59 PM You can post up to 3 photos, numbered and shared in separate messages, along with a short description of the location and the story behind it.

To vote: From Tuesday, May 26 at 12:01 AM until Saturday, May 30 at 11:59 PM After the deadline, it’s too late.

Please include the photo number, username, and the points awarded: Photo #1 = 3 pts Photo #2 = 2 pts Photo #3 = 1 pt

All VF members can vote (even those who didn’t submit photos). In case of a tie for first place, the winning photo will be the one with the most first-place votes, then second-place votes! The lucky winner will get to organize June 2026’s photo contest.

For discussions about the theme, click here: Discussion thread for May 2026’s theme: Staircases

Spitsbergen, 80° North latitude. A lost archipelago on the edge of the world, northeast of Greenland, the last lands before the pole. I’m aboard the *Grigoriy Mikheev*, a Russian ship from the Murmansk Polar Research Institute. Russian flag, Russian crew. Chartered by OceanWide Expeditions.

Last night, we were stuck in drifting pack ice in the long Hinlopen Strait. This incident led to an unforgettable barbecue and party on the ship’s foredeck, but we had to abandon our plan to head south and circle Spitsbergen. This summer, there’s too much ice in the strait, and it’s too thick. At dawn, the tide turned, allowing us to break free and head north again. The ship is now moving slowly through sea ice density that satellite maps estimate at around five-tenths. Our progress is punctuated by dull thuds: the ship’s bow constantly shoves and fractures enormous ice floes.

At breakfast, Tarik, our expedition leader, informs us that our program will be significantly altered. Since we can’t cross the strait, we’ll turn back and head north. To kick off our Plan B, Tarik plans a landing tonight on the small island of Låg (Lågøya), at 80°10' North. Last summer, he saw a large walrus colony there and hopes we’ll find them again. The weather is perfect—glorious sunshine—and walruses are truly addicted to sunbathing on the beaches.

We’ve now exited the strait and are sailing far from the coast. In case the walrus colony is there, we don’t want the ship’s approach to scare them into the water before we even see them. So, we scan the shore methodically with binoculars. We pass several bays, round a cape, and examine several shorelines littered with driftwood, but no walruses in sight. Several times, clusters of large rounded rocks trigger false alarms… but no, they’re just rocks…

Suddenly, Tarik spots them through his binoculars! On an isolated peninsula, our expedition leader’s highly trained eye has picked out, among those brown masses, the shape and white color of the enormous tusks of what he calls "the heavyweights of the Arctic!" Now, fifteen or twenty pairs of binoculars are pointed in the indicated direction… Sure enough, I see them now! They’re there, huge, sprawled in the sun on the beach. Without Tarik’s sharp eye, we might have missed them. They’re so tightly packed together that they really look like a mass of brown rocks. Only the white, saber-shaped tusks and the occasional furtive movements hint that they’re animals.

It’s 11 PM, and on the deck of the *Grigoriy Mikheev*, as you can imagine, excitement has ramped up several notches. Several of us have already rushed to our cabins to gear up, pulling on boots and life jackets in anticipation of a landing that promises to be absolutely amazing. Tarik reins in our enthusiasm a bit: Okay, so we were lucky to find them, but now we need to think about how to approach them. Not that they’re dangerous—at least not on land… Their enormous bulk and their pseudo-feet (flippers) only allow for very limited mobility. But when they feel threatened, their first instinct is to head for the water, where their perfect ease keeps them safe. So, the challenge will be not to scare them off, to avoid them bolting into the water in the first few seconds! That’s exactly what would happen if we arrived by Zodiac right in front of them.

So, Tarik decides we’ll make a wide detour to land on the other side of the peninsula where they are. From there, we’ll leave the Zodiacs on the beach and cross the peninsula on foot, about a kilometer and a half. That way, we’ll approach the herd from behind. This approach will also keep us downwind of them. There you go—with a few precautions, they shouldn’t hear us coming or catch our scent.

Everyone is geared up now and practically bursting with impatience… While the Zodiacs are being lowered into the water, Tarik and Delphine recap the approach rules: absolute silence, communication only by signs, no dragging feet on the rocks, watch your step, and strict coordination with slow movements.

Here we go… we’re off now! Spray flying from the Zodiac’s bow, icy air whipping our faces, gloves gripping the side ropes, freezing splashes, pure emotion… Ahh, I love this! We describe a wide curve offshore to round the peninsula. Ahead of us, the magnificent landscape of this intensely blue sea unfolds, with the hills of Lågøya and, in the distance, the ice-covered mountains of Nordaustlandet under the sun. It’s midnight now. In July, at 80 degrees North, the sun is just like midday.

This navigation takes us far from the walruses, on the other side of the cape. Easy landing on a shoreline of large pebbles covered in giant seaweed brought in by the currents. They look like long strips of plastic—sometimes translucent, sometimes white, beige, or orange. In places, there are huge tangled layers of it. Our boots sink into this material, which gives off a strong iodine smell. Unfortunately, there’s also some plastic waste—fishing floats and net debris. Seeing this here is crazy… A little farther on, in a cove, tides and storms have piled up numerous tree trunks from Siberia.

We begin crossing the peninsula on foot, staying close together. We’re walking on a nearly deserted polar tundra. We’re only ten degrees of latitude from the North Pole here. The violent winds and extreme temperatures that dominate this island for nine months of the year allow only a few rare plants to grow, close to the ground, between the rocks. In places, rocks are covered with large patches of black lichen.

Gérard, rifle slung over his shoulder, constantly scans the terrain. Tarik and Delphine are also very vigilant. We know no one ever lands here, and although this environment isn’t ideal for bears, you never know—better to be cautious. The terrain is mostly flat, but whenever a small rise blocks our view, Gérard moves ahead and only signals us to proceed when he’s sure there’s no "big man in fur" (tradition dictates we don’t name the polar bear).

After a few hundred meters, we find an enormous whale vertebra. Judging by the state of the bone, it’s likely a relic from the whaling era that ravaged this area in the 17th century and all over northern Spitsbergen. A little farther on, the remains of a grave catch our attention. The only human trace on this remote island, this burial is surely very old, also likely dating from the whalers’ time. But this whaler’s final resting place didn’t shelter him for long—there’s not much left, just a piece of skull and a few broken bones. Due to the permafrost, the body could only be buried a few dozen centimeters deep, between some planks held in place by large stones. This makeshift grave was probably ravaged by a bear shortly after the burial. Several stone blocks are overturned, the planks are broken open. We only linger for a minute to pay our respects to this whaler, whose poor remains now merge with the mineral landscape.

A slight rise bulges in the center of the peninsula, and here we are at the highest point. If our orientation is correct, we’re heading straight for the walrus colony. A moment of emotion… my heart’s pounding. Yes, they’re there, about three hundred meters ahead of us! They haven’t moved since we spotted them from the *Grigoriy Mikheev*’s deck. They’re sprawled in a heap, packed tightly together in the sun, on the shingle beach. The light breeze blowing in our faces confirms we’re on the right track—not to be sniffed out from afar by the big beasts.

By signs, Tarik tells us we’ll approach slowly, in stages, moving about thirty meters at a time, making as little noise as possible with our boots, then freezing completely for a minute or two, crouching down to let them forget us. This strategy proves excellent. We’re now less than a hundred meters away, and it doesn’t seem like our presence is perceived as a threat by the "heavyweights of the Arctic." At this distance, let’s not kid ourselves: we’re certainly spotted, but our way of approaching must seem reassuring—or at least manageable—since they’re only a few meters from the water and know they could dash into it in seconds if they felt the need.

We now advance in shorter stages—twenty meters at a time, then just ten, crouching, then freezing like statues, our breathing nearly held from emotion and concentration. We’re now thirty meters from the mastodons. Our presence must be starting to stress them because they’re moving more. While still sprawled against each other, some suddenly rear up on their flipper-feet, grunting and snorting like monstrous pigs. Their head shakes make their two enormous ivory sabers sway. They jab them into the fat of their neighbors, who in turn stir and emit irritated snorts.

At Tarik’s signal, we move a few more meters, "on velvet paws"… We’re right there now. I hold my breath, throat tight… Intense emotion, a fantastic spectacle—these enormous Arctic animals sprawled in the sun, with the magnificent backdrop of snow-covered mountains across the sound. I think to myself: *I’m here… this can’t be real!* It’s nearly 2 AM now, the air is crystal clear, and the Arctic sun bathes this scene in what might be the most beautiful light I’ve ever seen. We’re about fifteen meters away now. Tarik signals that we won’t go any closer. The walruses are still lying down, but occasionally, our close presence and the clicking of cameras trigger bouts of agitation that ripple through the herd, causing some jostling. They’re so tightly packed and tangled that it’s a bit hard to count them. In the end, we tally sixteen, plus one "little one," half-crushed in the general mass.

Seen from here, they’re truly impressive! The "sumo wrestlers of the Arctic!" According to Tarik, they must weigh about a ton—slightly more for the males than the females—and the "little one" must already be around 200 kg. When the weather’s nice like today, they love sprawling on the beaches to soak up the sun.

Walruses are marvels of Arctic adaptation. They can modify their blood circulation depending on thermal conditions. They withstand extreme cold by directing most of their circulation to vital organs (heart, lungs) and minimizing peripheral blood flow (skin and limbs) to prevent heat loss. Conversely, when they sunbathe, they direct most of their blood flow to the skin, turning themselves into true solar collectors.

At this latitude, there’s practically no difference in sunlight between day and night. Noon or midnight, the sun’s angle barely changes. Walruses make the most of these fair-weather phases by sprawling in the sun 23 hours out of 24… Enough to make siesta lovers dream, right? Twenty-three hours of lounging… and the twenty-fourth for eating!

And when we say "eating," what a feast! The proverb *"Who sleeps dines"* is fully justified here: when a walrus decides to feed, it gulps down between 50 and 60 kg of shellfish in an hour! Its food consists of large bivalve mollusks, which it tears from the seabed with its tusks and sucks up nonstop! A 50 kg meal certainly justifies a 23-hour nap for digestion, right? And speaking of digestion—it’s what the "big guys" in front of us are doing right now! You might wonder how we know this… Well, I’ll tell you: if you were here, downwind (or should I say *down the winds!*) of these marine giants, you’d have no doubt! Pfft… what flatulence! I can confirm that today’s scent is called *"Morsanus, from the North"* (*"Because I’m worth it!"*). Mmm, yeah… Tarik, you had a great idea putting us upwind… at least *they* can’t smell us, but we sure can!

But… heepp! Delphine discreetly signals to get our attention—she’s just spotted something: in the smooth water of the bay, a small V-shaped ripple runs along the beach, then turns toward the shore… So the colony wasn’t complete on the beach… Here’s an 800 kg bather stepping ashore now, right before our astonished eyes! She lifts her head and stays like that for a long moment, her enormous tusks half out of the water. She looks exhausted, resting a bit before coming out. Or more likely, she’s hesitating to climb onto the beach because she’s seen us… The shapeless head stays still for a moment, then violently snorts like a clogged drain! A misshapen head where you can’t make out anything that usually makes a head! No eyes, no ears, no mouth… A sort of monstrous cabbage! But the temptation to join the warmth of the "sunbathers" is too strong! Here’s our pachyderm bather climbing the few meters of the shore and sprawling right in the middle of her companions, who greet her with jostling, grunts, and tusk jabs! Then everything settles back into order—800 kg of fat and flesh added to the fifteen or so tons of local biomass. Welcome to the club!

It seems the walruses have gotten a bit used to us now. They’re moving and grunting much less. I realize it wasn’t obvious to approach them like this without scaring them into the water… It’s thanks to Tarik and Delphine’s advice that we managed it. It’s also, let’s be honest, because we’re all passionate here, and there’s been total discipline and cohesion from the start of this approach.

It’s past 2 AM now—time to head back… We’ll leave them to their wild world, to their life at the beginning of the world. We’re happy to have disturbed them as little as possible and not to have disrupted their nap too much. We leave stealthily, first backing up a few meters, then turning around and crossing the peninsula again, walking slowly, avoiding making noise with our boots as long as we’re still close.

We find the Zodiacs on the shoreline with the giant kelp. The sea is like a lake—easy boarding. We make another wide loop to round the cape, passing offshore. The sharp cold stings my cheeks and ears again—I put my hat back on. The cold—I hadn’t thought about it at all during our encounter with the walruses. In the Zodiac, with the engine noise, no one speaks. The faces and smiles are those of men and women who’ve just crossed an inner frontier—the one that separates dream from reality. But tonight, that frontier was porous, and the dream entered reality.

We return to the *Grigoriy Mikheev*, waiting at anchor. It’s past 3 AM, but I don’t feel any fatigue. A few minutes later, I’m in my bunk, rocked by a gentle swell and the hum of the engines. In the soft warmth of the blanket, a strange sleep overtakes me… A sleep filled with luminous, icy landscapes, with large beasts bearing saber-like tusks. Large beasts that sleep, snore, snort, grunt, and jostle in their sleep… in *my* sleep. An unforgettable memory. It was July 2004, in Spitsbergen.

Chris51.