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Randonnée de 3 jours dans le Haut Atlas (Maroc) English translation pending
Bonjour,
Nous désirons faire une randonnée de 3 jours dans le Haut Atlas, mi-avril. Nous partirions de Imlil pour Setti Fatma en passant par Tizi n'Tacheddirt(3172 m.). Nous sommes 2 familles: 4 adultes, 4 ados et 2 enfants de 9 et 10 ans.Cette ballade est-elle envisageable à cette période de l'année? Connaissez-vous des guides sérieux qui pourraient nous accompagner, des gites sympas? Quels vetements et chaussures faut-il prévoir? Merci d'avance pour vos réponses.
Nous désirons faire une randonnée de 3 jours dans le Haut Atlas, mi-avril. Nous partirions de Imlil pour Setti Fatma en passant par Tizi n'Tacheddirt(3172 m.). Nous sommes 2 familles: 4 adultes, 4 ados et 2 enfants de 9 et 10 ans.Cette ballade est-elle envisageable à cette période de l'année? Connaissez-vous des guides sérieux qui pourraient nous accompagner, des gites sympas? Quels vetements et chaussures faut-il prévoir? Merci d'avance pour vos réponses.
Bons plans à Bangkok English translation pending
bonjour,
1/ combien de jours faut il prevoir sur Bangkok, 3 sont suffisants ou 4 ?
2/ avez vous des endroits sympas et/ou peut etre hors circuit touristique à voir ou à ne pas louper.
3/ hotel JW marriott ou Landmark ou Westin ?
merci
1/ combien de jours faut il prevoir sur Bangkok, 3 sont suffisants ou 4 ?
2/ avez vous des endroits sympas et/ou peut etre hors circuit touristique à voir ou à ne pas louper.
3/ hotel JW marriott ou Landmark ou Westin ?
merci
Trinidad et Tobago via Paramaribo (pour les Guyanais) English translation pending
Habitants à St-Laurent en Guyane française, Virginie et moi souhaitons partir sur les îles aux soleil et se baigner dans la mer bleu des Caraïbes. Il se trouve que tous les vols pour les Antilles françaises sont hyper cher et de plus, complets. Nous voilà donc en début de mois de décembre et nous n’avons toujours pas de destination en vue pour occuper nos vacances du 20 au 26 décembre 2003. A l’agence de St Laurent, on nous propose un vol pour Trinidad depuis Paramaribo. Sans trop réfléchir, on achète le billet.
Il nous faut donc faire nos visa multiple pour le transit via le Surinam. Il faut effectivement un visa multiple car on fait une entrée/sortie dans le sens aller et une entrée/sortie dans le sens retour. Attention, pour obtenir un visa multiple (valable 6 mois) il ne faut pas que votre passeport expire dans les 6 mois à compter de la date de demande du visa. Hélas, le passeport de Virginie expire le 24 février 2004. Elle fait donc un single visa pour l’aller depuis la Guyane et devra en faire un autre pour le retour depuis l’ambassade du Suriname à Port-of-Spain.
Samedi 20 décembre :
Traversée du Maroni en pirogue, 5 €. On arrive à Albina, c’est la cohue : les rabatteurs pour taxi nous sautent littéralement dessus, nous arrachent quasiment les sacs des mains pour les placer dans le taxi de leur copain… Bref, le piroguier nous branche avec son pote taxi, on monte dans la voiture, on va à la douane faire tamponner les visas puis on trace vers Paramaribo. Le taxi roule très très vite, il fait des pointes à 160 km/h, freine au dernier moment, évite les trous de justesses (mais lui au moins, il les évite, ce n’est pas le cas de son confrère dans le sens retour le 26 déc.) de cette route défoncée. Au bout de 2 heures, après avoir fait du change, nous voici à Paramaribo, on est samedi, tout est fermé. Le taxi nous l��che à l’hôtel Nobre, après nous avoir délesté de 30€ pour la course (c’est normalement 40€ pour la voiture, mais comme il a fait monté un pote à lui à Albina, il nous a pris que 30). L’hôtel est un peu cagneux, mais ça reste acceptable, vu le prix (70000 Gulden soit 20 €).
Dimanche 21 décembre :
Levé très tôt (3h30), on chope un taxi devant l’hôtel Nobre sans aucun mal (peut-être a-t-on eu de la chance ?) sur les coups de 4h30 du matin. Compter 45 minutes à une heure et 70000 Gulden (20€) pour rejoindre l’aéroport international Zanderij. A l’aéroport, on croise quelques St-Laurentais. Formalités de douanes, on grimpe dans l’avion, 1h15 plus tard, on atterrit à Port-of-Spain, capitale de Trinidad et Tobago. Il pleut salement. Comme on doit passer demain à l’ambassade du Surinam pour le single visa de Virginie, on choisi de rester sur Port-of-Spain cette nuit. Après avoir longuement tournoyé dans Port-of-Spain à la recherche d’un hôtel sympa, on tombe sur PEAK – YACHT SERVICES (55 $US la chambre double) à Chaguaramas. Il s’agit d’un port de plaisance privé. Hormis regarder les bateaux, il n’y a rien à faire dans ce coin là. On pensait pouvoir s’y baigner, mais la couleur de l’eau ne s’y prête pas. On profite d’une accalmie de pluie pour aller se balader en centre ville, sans trop savoir on atterrit dans Charlotte street – rien d’extraordinaire. On revient avant la nuit pour des questions de sécurité comme on nous l’a conseillé. Concernant la restauration, les 2 repas pris au Restaurant de chez PEAK ne sont pas exceptionnels, mais acceptables pour le prix (respectivement 110 TTD et 130 TTD ce qui fait environ 17€ et 19€).
Lundi 22 décembre :
Le Taxi d’hier vient nous chercher à PEAK comme convenu et nous amène au consulat du Surinam pour faire le single visa de Virginie, puis à la banque du consulat du Suriname pour payer le single visa (40$US) par virement (ce n’est pas pratique mais c’est comme ça).
Quand tout cela est fait, c’est à dire vers 11h00, on file vers Blanchisseuse, petit village sur la côte nord de Trinidad qu’on nous a recommandé pour son calme et sa beauté. Arrivé là bas, au terme d’une heure de route (très jolis paysages), on arrive dans Blanchisseuse. On va chez Almond Brooks, mais il y n’a personne. Le taxi insiste alors pour nous trouver une autre guest house, on tourne, on téléphone… Devant tant de bonne volonté de la part du taxi, on ne peut qu’accepter ses services. Au bout d’une heure, on trouve Second Spring, très belle guest house tenue par une française vraiment sympa (réservations possibles et conseillées sur www.secondspringtnt.com). On règle le taxi, la course annoncée au départ à 300 TTD nous coûte finalement 460 TTD (commercial ce taxi !). On déjeune chez Surf’s Country Inn, mais le repas est relativement décevant pour le prix. Le soir, on dinera chez Tandys, c’est bien mieux et moins cher. Il s’agit d’un tout petit boui-boui créole, il faut réserver avant d’y aller. Sinon, pour ce qui est de la plage de Blanchisseuse, la mer était relativement agitée lors de notre passage, par conséquent on ne s’est pas baigné. Ayant fait le tour du village, on décide de partir demain pour Tobago à la recherche de sable fin et d’eau turquoise.
Mardi 23 décembre :
On monte dans le pick up du livreur de journaux, il nous déposera à Port-of-Spain au départ du ferry car tous les vols pour Tobago sont complets aujourd’hui. On achète nos billets, on monte dans le bateau… puis on apprend qu’il n’y a pas de bateau les 24, 25 et 26 décembre à cause des fêtes. Ne sachant pas comment revenir sur Port-of-Spain pour prendre notre retour vers Paramaribo le 26 décembre, on décide de quitter le bateau. On file, à pied, en centre ville vers la BWIA afin de trouver un vol A/R vers Tobago pour demain. Il se trouve que tout les vols sont pleins pour la semaine, le moral est au plus bas. On décide alors d’aller à l’aéroport de Port-of-Spain et de s’inscrire sur les places « Stand-by ». C’est une liste d’attente qui permet de prendre les places éventuelles des personnes qui ont réservé leur vol mais qui ne se présentent pas à l’enregistrement. Il y a une douzaine de vol par jour en ce moment, ce qui offre pas mal de chance… cela dit, beaucoup de personnes sont également en stand by. Durant l’attente, on sympathisera avec un couple de « Tobagonians », Raquel et Mickëal. Ils ont pris un vol ce matin depuis Tobago pour faire un peu de shopping de noël dans Port-of-Spain. Ils se retrouvent bloqués, comme nous, alors qu’ils avaient prévu de rester seulement la journée. Bref, vers 22h30, après 5 heures d’attentes, nous voilà enfin dans l’avion, 15 minutes de vol suffiront pour arriver à Tobago. Raquel et Mickëal nous drive jusqu’à Banana quit, la guest house que Raquel nous a trouvé au terme de nombreux coups de fil sur son portable durant l’attente à l’aéroport à Port-of-Spain. Il se trouve que Banana Quit est fermé et que tout le monde dort. Raquel et Mickëal nous déposent alors à l’hôtel Indigo, il est à peu près minuit. L’hôtel est très sympas, la chambre annoncée au départ à 90$US tombe finalement à 60$US après un peu de négociation. On prend la chambre.
Mercredi 24décembre au vendredi 26 décembre – Crow Point :
On prend un taxi vers Crown Point, pour rejoindre Banana quit, la guest où on aurait dû atterrir hier soir. Le rapport qualité/prix est indéniable, 40$US, piscine privé (on en profitera pas une seule fois), studio avec kitchenette et salle de bain très correcte, tout ça à 5 minutes à pied depuis l’aéroport. On y reste jusqu’au 26 décembre.
Il se trouve que la zone de Crown Point est très touristique, cependant, il y a possibilité de trouver des plages de sable fin désertes en fouinant un peu. Evitez (Fuiez !!!) Pigeon Point, l’accès à la plage est payant, c’est bourré de touristes, ce n’est pas particulièrement beau, et les gens ne sont guère habitués à dire bonjour, merci, au revoir. Store Bay est plutôt sympa car accessible à pied depuis la guest, et peu de monde sur le côté gauche de la plage.
Un truck à faire, vraiment sympa, se faire déposer à Mt Irvine bay, ne pas y rester car trop touristique. Longer la côté en direction de Stone Heaven Bay. Un sentier longe la plage, passe un peu dans la forêt, puis retombe sur la plage - 20 minutes de marche pour accéder au paradis : Back Bay. La plage est longue, déserte, le sable est fin, l’eau est claire. C’est tout simplement le top ! Plusieurs personnes nous avaient averti qu’il y avait des risques de se faire voler les sacs pendant qu’on se baigne (les voleurs surgissent des bois, dérobent les sacs et repartent d’où ils sont venus) mais aucun problème pour nous. On croisera quelques locaux qui viennent se baigner une petite heure et repartent. A midi, on va manger dans un snack à Stone Heaven Bay, plage également touristique à éviter. Puis on revient à notre plage favorite où on passera le reste de la journée, vraiment le top.
Point de vue restaurant sur Crow Point, on a testé le Pelican Reef et le RU-B-Lou’S. Ni l’un ni l’autre n’est vraiment transcendant vu le prix, mais c’est quand même de qualité vu ce qu’on a mangé jusqu’à maintenant.
Voilà pour nos aventures à Trinidad et Tobago.
Pour le retour sur Paramaribo, on a dormi à l’hôtel Savhana (situé pas loin du luxueux Torarica) que je déconseille. On avait un grand lit… mais un petit drap. Les odeurs de remontées d’égouts un peu envahissantes… tout ça pour 93000 Gulden (30€). Le retour vers Albina en taxi, un peu mouvementé à cause des trous dans la route, nous coûtera 35 € (payé en Euro) pour 2. La pirogue pour traverser le Maroni nous coûtera 5 € par personne.
Ne pas hésiter à nous contacter par mail pour des renseignements complémentaires. Il nous reste un peu de documentation sur Trinidad et Tobago si vous êtes sur St-Laurent.
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Il nous faut donc faire nos visa multiple pour le transit via le Surinam. Il faut effectivement un visa multiple car on fait une entrée/sortie dans le sens aller et une entrée/sortie dans le sens retour. Attention, pour obtenir un visa multiple (valable 6 mois) il ne faut pas que votre passeport expire dans les 6 mois à compter de la date de demande du visa. Hélas, le passeport de Virginie expire le 24 février 2004. Elle fait donc un single visa pour l’aller depuis la Guyane et devra en faire un autre pour le retour depuis l’ambassade du Suriname à Port-of-Spain.
Samedi 20 décembre :
Traversée du Maroni en pirogue, 5 €. On arrive à Albina, c’est la cohue : les rabatteurs pour taxi nous sautent littéralement dessus, nous arrachent quasiment les sacs des mains pour les placer dans le taxi de leur copain… Bref, le piroguier nous branche avec son pote taxi, on monte dans la voiture, on va à la douane faire tamponner les visas puis on trace vers Paramaribo. Le taxi roule très très vite, il fait des pointes à 160 km/h, freine au dernier moment, évite les trous de justesses (mais lui au moins, il les évite, ce n’est pas le cas de son confrère dans le sens retour le 26 déc.) de cette route défoncée. Au bout de 2 heures, après avoir fait du change, nous voici à Paramaribo, on est samedi, tout est fermé. Le taxi nous l��che à l’hôtel Nobre, après nous avoir délesté de 30€ pour la course (c’est normalement 40€ pour la voiture, mais comme il a fait monté un pote à lui à Albina, il nous a pris que 30). L’hôtel est un peu cagneux, mais ça reste acceptable, vu le prix (70000 Gulden soit 20 €).
Dimanche 21 décembre :
Levé très tôt (3h30), on chope un taxi devant l’hôtel Nobre sans aucun mal (peut-être a-t-on eu de la chance ?) sur les coups de 4h30 du matin. Compter 45 minutes à une heure et 70000 Gulden (20€) pour rejoindre l’aéroport international Zanderij. A l’aéroport, on croise quelques St-Laurentais. Formalités de douanes, on grimpe dans l’avion, 1h15 plus tard, on atterrit à Port-of-Spain, capitale de Trinidad et Tobago. Il pleut salement. Comme on doit passer demain à l’ambassade du Surinam pour le single visa de Virginie, on choisi de rester sur Port-of-Spain cette nuit. Après avoir longuement tournoyé dans Port-of-Spain à la recherche d’un hôtel sympa, on tombe sur PEAK – YACHT SERVICES (55 $US la chambre double) à Chaguaramas. Il s’agit d’un port de plaisance privé. Hormis regarder les bateaux, il n’y a rien à faire dans ce coin là. On pensait pouvoir s’y baigner, mais la couleur de l’eau ne s’y prête pas. On profite d’une accalmie de pluie pour aller se balader en centre ville, sans trop savoir on atterrit dans Charlotte street – rien d’extraordinaire. On revient avant la nuit pour des questions de sécurité comme on nous l’a conseillé. Concernant la restauration, les 2 repas pris au Restaurant de chez PEAK ne sont pas exceptionnels, mais acceptables pour le prix (respectivement 110 TTD et 130 TTD ce qui fait environ 17€ et 19€).
Lundi 22 décembre :
Le Taxi d’hier vient nous chercher à PEAK comme convenu et nous amène au consulat du Surinam pour faire le single visa de Virginie, puis à la banque du consulat du Suriname pour payer le single visa (40$US) par virement (ce n’est pas pratique mais c’est comme ça).
Quand tout cela est fait, c’est à dire vers 11h00, on file vers Blanchisseuse, petit village sur la côte nord de Trinidad qu’on nous a recommandé pour son calme et sa beauté. Arrivé là bas, au terme d’une heure de route (très jolis paysages), on arrive dans Blanchisseuse. On va chez Almond Brooks, mais il y n’a personne. Le taxi insiste alors pour nous trouver une autre guest house, on tourne, on téléphone… Devant tant de bonne volonté de la part du taxi, on ne peut qu’accepter ses services. Au bout d’une heure, on trouve Second Spring, très belle guest house tenue par une française vraiment sympa (réservations possibles et conseillées sur www.secondspringtnt.com). On règle le taxi, la course annoncée au départ à 300 TTD nous coûte finalement 460 TTD (commercial ce taxi !). On déjeune chez Surf’s Country Inn, mais le repas est relativement décevant pour le prix. Le soir, on dinera chez Tandys, c’est bien mieux et moins cher. Il s’agit d’un tout petit boui-boui créole, il faut réserver avant d’y aller. Sinon, pour ce qui est de la plage de Blanchisseuse, la mer était relativement agitée lors de notre passage, par conséquent on ne s’est pas baigné. Ayant fait le tour du village, on décide de partir demain pour Tobago à la recherche de sable fin et d’eau turquoise.
Mardi 23 décembre :
On monte dans le pick up du livreur de journaux, il nous déposera à Port-of-Spain au départ du ferry car tous les vols pour Tobago sont complets aujourd’hui. On achète nos billets, on monte dans le bateau… puis on apprend qu’il n’y a pas de bateau les 24, 25 et 26 décembre à cause des fêtes. Ne sachant pas comment revenir sur Port-of-Spain pour prendre notre retour vers Paramaribo le 26 décembre, on décide de quitter le bateau. On file, à pied, en centre ville vers la BWIA afin de trouver un vol A/R vers Tobago pour demain. Il se trouve que tout les vols sont pleins pour la semaine, le moral est au plus bas. On décide alors d’aller à l’aéroport de Port-of-Spain et de s’inscrire sur les places « Stand-by ». C’est une liste d’attente qui permet de prendre les places éventuelles des personnes qui ont réservé leur vol mais qui ne se présentent pas à l’enregistrement. Il y a une douzaine de vol par jour en ce moment, ce qui offre pas mal de chance… cela dit, beaucoup de personnes sont également en stand by. Durant l’attente, on sympathisera avec un couple de « Tobagonians », Raquel et Mickëal. Ils ont pris un vol ce matin depuis Tobago pour faire un peu de shopping de noël dans Port-of-Spain. Ils se retrouvent bloqués, comme nous, alors qu’ils avaient prévu de rester seulement la journée. Bref, vers 22h30, après 5 heures d’attentes, nous voilà enfin dans l’avion, 15 minutes de vol suffiront pour arriver à Tobago. Raquel et Mickëal nous drive jusqu’à Banana quit, la guest house que Raquel nous a trouvé au terme de nombreux coups de fil sur son portable durant l’attente à l’aéroport à Port-of-Spain. Il se trouve que Banana Quit est fermé et que tout le monde dort. Raquel et Mickëal nous déposent alors à l’hôtel Indigo, il est à peu près minuit. L’hôtel est très sympas, la chambre annoncée au départ à 90$US tombe finalement à 60$US après un peu de négociation. On prend la chambre.
Mercredi 24décembre au vendredi 26 décembre – Crow Point :
On prend un taxi vers Crown Point, pour rejoindre Banana quit, la guest où on aurait dû atterrir hier soir. Le rapport qualité/prix est indéniable, 40$US, piscine privé (on en profitera pas une seule fois), studio avec kitchenette et salle de bain très correcte, tout ça à 5 minutes à pied depuis l’aéroport. On y reste jusqu’au 26 décembre.
Il se trouve que la zone de Crown Point est très touristique, cependant, il y a possibilité de trouver des plages de sable fin désertes en fouinant un peu. Evitez (Fuiez !!!) Pigeon Point, l’accès à la plage est payant, c’est bourré de touristes, ce n’est pas particulièrement beau, et les gens ne sont guère habitués à dire bonjour, merci, au revoir. Store Bay est plutôt sympa car accessible à pied depuis la guest, et peu de monde sur le côté gauche de la plage.
Un truck à faire, vraiment sympa, se faire déposer à Mt Irvine bay, ne pas y rester car trop touristique. Longer la côté en direction de Stone Heaven Bay. Un sentier longe la plage, passe un peu dans la forêt, puis retombe sur la plage - 20 minutes de marche pour accéder au paradis : Back Bay. La plage est longue, déserte, le sable est fin, l’eau est claire. C’est tout simplement le top ! Plusieurs personnes nous avaient averti qu’il y avait des risques de se faire voler les sacs pendant qu’on se baigne (les voleurs surgissent des bois, dérobent les sacs et repartent d’où ils sont venus) mais aucun problème pour nous. On croisera quelques locaux qui viennent se baigner une petite heure et repartent. A midi, on va manger dans un snack à Stone Heaven Bay, plage également touristique à éviter. Puis on revient à notre plage favorite où on passera le reste de la journée, vraiment le top.
Point de vue restaurant sur Crow Point, on a testé le Pelican Reef et le RU-B-Lou’S. Ni l’un ni l’autre n’est vraiment transcendant vu le prix, mais c’est quand même de qualité vu ce qu’on a mangé jusqu’à maintenant.
Voilà pour nos aventures à Trinidad et Tobago.
Pour le retour sur Paramaribo, on a dormi à l’hôtel Savhana (situé pas loin du luxueux Torarica) que je déconseille. On avait un grand lit… mais un petit drap. Les odeurs de remontées d’égouts un peu envahissantes… tout ça pour 93000 Gulden (30€). Le retour vers Albina en taxi, un peu mouvementé à cause des trous dans la route, nous coûtera 35 € (payé en Euro) pour 2. La pirogue pour traverser le Maroni nous coûtera 5 € par personne.
Ne pas hésiter à nous contacter par mail pour des renseignements complémentaires. Il nous reste un peu de documentation sur Trinidad et Tobago si vous êtes sur St-Laurent.
A+
Guide pour organiser un séjour au Sénégal English translation pending
Bonjour quelqu´un connais un bon guide au Sénégal qui est sérieu pour organisé mes sejours
Expiration de passeport et départ pour le Canada English translation pending
Je vis actuellement a` Los Angeles mais mon passeport va expirer le 6 Janvier . J'ai le droit de rester aux USA jusqu'en Decembre 2004 . Mais j'ai decide' de quitter les USA pour etudier au Canada . Or je ne sais comment proceder avec ma situation mi francaise mi americaine car je me suis mariee avec un americain . Ferai je mieux de me rendre immediatement au Canada pendant que mon passeport est valide et le faire pour prolonger au Canada ? Serai je en situation legale ? Suggerez moi des idees svp.
Bons plans ski aux alentours de Calgary English translation pending
Bonjour à Tous,
Je recherche des infos sur ce qu'il est possible de faire aux alentours de Calgary, pour faire du ski et de l'héliski. Si vous avez des bons plans pour l'hébergement, les bons endroits de hors piste, les stations à ne pas manquer, les meilleurs plans pour l'héliski... Merci pour vos réponses
Thierry
Je recherche des infos sur ce qu'il est possible de faire aux alentours de Calgary, pour faire du ski et de l'héliski. Si vous avez des bons plans pour l'hébergement, les bons endroits de hors piste, les stations à ne pas manquer, les meilleurs plans pour l'héliski... Merci pour vos réponses
Thierry
La Patagonie en juillet-août? English translation pending
Bonjour,
On envisage de partir en Patagonie l'été prochain (notre été européen). Il semblerait que ce ne soit pas la période la plus adaptée, ni au niveau climat, ni au niveau de la disponibilité des transports en commun et hébergements.
Qu'en dites-vous ?
Merci d'avance pour vos réponses.
Sandra
On envisage de partir en Patagonie l'été prochain (notre été européen). Il semblerait que ce ne soit pas la période la plus adaptée, ni au niveau climat, ni au niveau de la disponibilité des transports en commun et hébergements.
Qu'en dites-vous ?
Merci d'avance pour vos réponses.
Sandra
Votre avis sur El Senador English translation pending
Bonjour tout le monde!!!
Je recherche des informations au sujet de l'Hotel El Senador??
Est-ce que c'est bien comme endroit?? La température au mois de Septembre?? Est-ce qu'il y a beaucoup de pluie?? Et puis l'équipe de l'animation, comment c'est?? Et est-ce qu'il y une disco sur place?? Quoi on peut faire le soir apres le souper?? Et puis le jour y'a t-il des activités pas trop dispendieuses??
Voila quelque information que je désire avoir, Merci Beaucoup !!!
Kats
Je recherche des informations au sujet de l'Hotel El Senador??
Est-ce que c'est bien comme endroit?? La température au mois de Septembre?? Est-ce qu'il y a beaucoup de pluie?? Et puis l'équipe de l'animation, comment c'est?? Et est-ce qu'il y une disco sur place?? Quoi on peut faire le soir apres le souper?? Et puis le jour y'a t-il des activités pas trop dispendieuses??
Voila quelque information que je désire avoir, Merci Beaucoup !!!
Kats
Obtention du "visa familial" pour Cuba? English translation pending
Bonjours à tous,
Je suis trop contant. Ayant prévu des vacances à la RP en février, je ne pensais que je partirais en vacances avant. Coup de chance ou du destin, j'ai la possibilité de partir à cuba chez une copine. Sa famille est labàs, et ma question est : faut-il un visa spéciale pour pouvoir vivre chez elle ? J'ai entendu dire qu'il fallais un visa familiale, parceque avec un visa touristique on ne pouvais pas. C'est ce qu'elle veut me faire faire.
Quelqu'un serait-il au courant ou aurait des informations.
Merci d'avance, bruno.
Je suis trop contant. Ayant prévu des vacances à la RP en février, je ne pensais que je partirais en vacances avant. Coup de chance ou du destin, j'ai la possibilité de partir à cuba chez une copine. Sa famille est labàs, et ma question est : faut-il un visa spéciale pour pouvoir vivre chez elle ? J'ai entendu dire qu'il fallais un visa familiale, parceque avec un visa touristique on ne pouvais pas. C'est ce qu'elle veut me faire faire.
Quelqu'un serait-il au courant ou aurait des informations.
Merci d'avance, bruno.
Que peut-on apporter et donner à Cuba? English translation pending
Je lis souvent que de donner des t-shirts, dentifrice, shampooing, etc est beaucoup apprécié.
Est-ce vrai ?
Quoi apporter ?
Commment ça marche ?
Est-ce vrai ?
Quoi apporter ?
Commment ça marche ?
Meilleure saison pour visiter l'Inde? English translation pending
bonjour,
depuis quelques temps, une petite voix me dit que ça pourrait être sympa d'aller faire un tour en Inde cet automne (septembre-octobre pour 2-3 semaines), mais pour le moment, c'est juste une idée, et p'être bien une envie bientôt ! mais je me pose une question (pour le moment) : c'est le climat : est-ce le meilleur moment pour y aller ? le pire ?
et d'après ceux qui connaissent déjà que me conseiller vous : le nord, le sud ? des sites webs ?
merci d'avance, P.
depuis quelques temps, une petite voix me dit que ça pourrait être sympa d'aller faire un tour en Inde cet automne (septembre-octobre pour 2-3 semaines), mais pour le moment, c'est juste une idée, et p'être bien une envie bientôt ! mais je me pose une question (pour le moment) : c'est le climat : est-ce le meilleur moment pour y aller ? le pire ?
et d'après ceux qui connaissent déjà que me conseiller vous : le nord, le sud ? des sites webs ?
merci d'avance, P.
Getting to Ko Chang from Cambodia without going through Bangkok
Hi everyone!
I’m heading back to Thailand in July 2026 with a stopover in Cambodia to visit the Angkor site.
After Angkor, I’ve booked a stay on Ko Chang island. Does anyone know if there are direct transport options from Cambodia to Ko Chang without having to go back through Bangkok? That would be amazing!!
I think there are, but I’d need more details!!
I went to Thailand in February 2025 and don’t remember having to apply for a visa—is that still the case now? And for Cambodia too?
Thanks so much!!!
Laurence from Bayonne
June 2026 Photo Contest Theme: Such a Beautiful Landscape
Hello,
It might not be very original, but I see it hasn’t been suggested—or at least not for a very long time. I’d like to invite you to discover the beauty of the great outdoors through landscape photos. Whether they’re desert, sea, countryside, or mountain scenes—with or without other elements (people, buildings, animals, etc.)—they should make us want to dive right in without hesitation.
To participate: Photo submissions until Wednesday, June 24 at 11:59 PM You can post up to 3 photos, numbered and shared in separate messages, along with a short description of the place and the story behind it.
To vote: from Thursday, June 25 at 12:01 AM to Monday, June 29 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 July 2026’s photo contest.
For discussions about the theme, it’s here: Discussion thread for June 2026’s theme: Such a Beautiful Landscape
Good luck to everyone!
Philippe
Chumphon, Thailand: Doi Tapang
It might not be very original, but I see it hasn’t been suggested—or at least not for a very long time. I’d like to invite you to discover the beauty of the great outdoors through landscape photos. Whether they’re desert, sea, countryside, or mountain scenes—with or without other elements (people, buildings, animals, etc.)—they should make us want to dive right in without hesitation.
To participate: Photo submissions until Wednesday, June 24 at 11:59 PM You can post up to 3 photos, numbered and shared in separate messages, along with a short description of the place and the story behind it.
To vote: from Thursday, June 25 at 12:01 AM to Monday, June 29 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 July 2026’s photo contest.
For discussions about the theme, it’s here: Discussion thread for June 2026’s theme: Such a Beautiful Landscape
Good luck to everyone!
Philippe
Chumphon, Thailand: Doi Tapang
Templestay in South Korea
Hi,
While researching South Korea, I came across the term "templestay," which refers to a Korean program that lets you stay in a traditional temple to discover Buddhism and Korean culture by living like the temple residents and doing activities like making lanterns. A templestay isn’t just for foreign tourists—on the booking site, I saw that some temples are more geared toward foreigners, with English-speaking monks.
I was wondering if it’s still worth it, especially in temples where the monks don’t speak English?
While researching South Korea, I came across the term "templestay," which refers to a Korean program that lets you stay in a traditional temple to discover Buddhism and Korean culture by living like the temple residents and doing activities like making lanterns. A templestay isn’t just for foreign tourists—on the booking site, I saw that some temples are more geared toward foreigners, with English-speaking monks.
I was wondering if it’s still worth it, especially in temples where the monks don’t speak English?
Tips for a trip to Quebec: meeting locals and transportation
Hi, I’d like to visit Quebec this fall or starting in August (what do you recommend?). I’d love to meet some Quebecers and get some tips on transportation. I’m wondering if it’s doable with an electric mountain bike (not too much rain?). I’m planning to buy one second-hand and return it afterward. If there are any travel buddies out there too...thanks
From Avignon to Casamance Without Flying
Hi there,
Last February, I made a trip using "public transport" from France to southern Senegal via Spain, Morocco, Western Sahara, and Mauritania.
It’s a journey of about 5,000 km, where I took trains (as far as Marrakech), ferries (to cross Gibraltar and then to reach Casamance from Dakar), and mostly buses on the long desert straightaways. I hadn’t planned any stops in advance or booked any hotels, except for the very first train to Spain, which left plenty of room for the unexpected. Why travel by land and sea? In recent years, flight-free travel has been gaining popularity. On social media, posts explaining how to cross Europe by train as quickly as possible go viral. Traveling without flying—and making sure people know about it—has become a great way to earn a badge of eco-responsibility: an essential totem for anyone wanting to prove both their dedication to the ecological cause and the wisdom of slow travel. I haven’t flown in years, and this journey to West Africa could easily be filed under "responsible travel." But it wouldn’t be honest to say that: in reality, it wasn’t really my aversion to flying that motivated this long trek. I see overland travel primarily as a way to experience the world’s geography at a grounded, earthly pace—the pace of the locals. Besides, I’ll be flying back, which disqualifies any claim to being a model of sustainability. So no eco-badge, and no adventurer’s badge either: you won’t find any heroic tales of camel rides in lost lands or mineral train wagons in this account (popular with influencers, the Mauritania iron ore train now attracts tourists from all over the world, turning "the experience" into something you "have to do at least once in your life"). This five-part story, written on the road, has no other ambition than to recount a journey through places and people, and to share the thoughts they inspire in me. As simply and, I hope, as humbly as possible.
I’m posting the episodes here, which you can also find on my blog (with more photos) at the following links:
Episode 1: Spain, from Avignon to Algeciras
Episode 2: Morocco, from Tangier to Tarfaya
Episode 3: Western Sahara, from Tarfaya to Guerguerat
Episode 4: Mauritania, from Guerguerat to Nouakchott
Episode 5: Senegal, from Rosso to Saloulou
To help those who might want to make the same trip, I’ve also put together a summary of the route with recommendations—you can read it at the end of the story and on the blog: From France to Senegal Without Flying: Route and Itinerary Recommendations
Happy reading, and safe travels!
Last February, I made a trip using "public transport" from France to southern Senegal via Spain, Morocco, Western Sahara, and Mauritania.
It’s a journey of about 5,000 km, where I took trains (as far as Marrakech), ferries (to cross Gibraltar and then to reach Casamance from Dakar), and mostly buses on the long desert straightaways. I hadn’t planned any stops in advance or booked any hotels, except for the very first train to Spain, which left plenty of room for the unexpected. Why travel by land and sea? In recent years, flight-free travel has been gaining popularity. On social media, posts explaining how to cross Europe by train as quickly as possible go viral. Traveling without flying—and making sure people know about it—has become a great way to earn a badge of eco-responsibility: an essential totem for anyone wanting to prove both their dedication to the ecological cause and the wisdom of slow travel. I haven’t flown in years, and this journey to West Africa could easily be filed under "responsible travel." But it wouldn’t be honest to say that: in reality, it wasn’t really my aversion to flying that motivated this long trek. I see overland travel primarily as a way to experience the world’s geography at a grounded, earthly pace—the pace of the locals. Besides, I’ll be flying back, which disqualifies any claim to being a model of sustainability. So no eco-badge, and no adventurer’s badge either: you won’t find any heroic tales of camel rides in lost lands or mineral train wagons in this account (popular with influencers, the Mauritania iron ore train now attracts tourists from all over the world, turning "the experience" into something you "have to do at least once in your life"). This five-part story, written on the road, has no other ambition than to recount a journey through places and people, and to share the thoughts they inspire in me. As simply and, I hope, as humbly as possible.
I’m posting the episodes here, which you can also find on my blog (with more photos) at the following links:
Episode 1: Spain, from Avignon to Algeciras
Episode 2: Morocco, from Tangier to Tarfaya
Episode 3: Western Sahara, from Tarfaya to Guerguerat
Episode 4: Mauritania, from Guerguerat to Nouakchott
Episode 5: Senegal, from Rosso to Saloulou
To help those who might want to make the same trip, I’ve also put together a summary of the route with recommendations—you can read it at the end of the story and on the blog: From France to Senegal Without Flying: Route and Itinerary Recommendations
Happy reading, and safe travels!
3-month visa on arrival in Rwanda
Hi
Has anyone been to Rwanda recently and gotten a 3-month visa on arrival easily?
Thanks
Costa Rica: The dry season isn't what it used to be!
Introduction:
For years, I’ve heard about Costa Rica, which seems like a country "made for me"—nature, not cities.
I almost went in 2019, but a family issue made me cancel.
Initially, I wanted to spend at least three weeks there, planning to go in our summer despite it being the rainy season. Then I realized what I wanted to do could fit into two weeks, so I ended up going in February.
Plus, January’s weather was so awful that some sunshine should do me good.
I found a flight at a decent price, but with two downsides.
The first is that it leaves from Paris CDG, and the second is that it’s with Air France—a airline I’d sworn off after my misadventures with them back in 2008. We’ll see how it goes!
Travel health insurance for Georgia with Pegasus
Hi there,
I’m planning a trip to Georgia this summer and I’ve been comparing some airlines. I’m not particularly set on flying with Pegasus (though it’s convenient with direct flights from Lyon to Tbilisi), but right off the bat, Pegasus states this:
As of January 1, 2026, all foreign nationals traveling to Georgia for tourism purposes will be required to present valid travel health insurance. Guests who fail to provide the relevant health insurance will not be accepted on our flights to Georgia. Sincerely, Pegasus Airlines
In other words, if you don’t show proof of travel health insurance, you’ll be denied boarding. Personally, my credit card insurance has always been enough for me, and I’d rather not take out extra coverage... Have any of you run into this issue before? If not, what do you think? Why is Pegasus asking for this proof? Other airlines don’t mention it at all.
I’m planning a trip to Georgia this summer and I’ve been comparing some airlines. I’m not particularly set on flying with Pegasus (though it’s convenient with direct flights from Lyon to Tbilisi), but right off the bat, Pegasus states this:
As of January 1, 2026, all foreign nationals traveling to Georgia for tourism purposes will be required to present valid travel health insurance. Guests who fail to provide the relevant health insurance will not be accepted on our flights to Georgia. Sincerely, Pegasus Airlines
In other words, if you don’t show proof of travel health insurance, you’ll be denied boarding. Personally, my credit card insurance has always been enough for me, and I’d rather not take out extra coverage... Have any of you run into this issue before? If not, what do you think? Why is Pegasus asking for this proof? Other airlines don’t mention it at all.
What destination for a honeymoon by the sea and mountains?
Hello everyone,
Thanks for this amazing forum—I’ve spent hours browsing through it.
I’m reaching out to ask for your help as we’re looking for a destination for our honeymoon.
We never travel outside Europe, so we’re total newbies, but we want to treat ourselves for this special occasion.
Dates: June 23 → July 8 (possibly until July 12) Duration: 2 to 3 weeks Budget: Not really an issue for this trip
Our plan: - A seaside destination first and foremost, with beautiful beaches - We’d like to do some hiking or at least go on walks with scenic viewpoints - A relaxing trip with sunshine, lush greenery, and stunning landscapes - A safe destination
Our thoughts so far: - New Zealand: our dream, but it seems like the wrong time of year weather-wise ++ - Azores: ruled out due to unpredictable weather—what do you think? - Mauritius/Reunion combo: vetoed by my future wife ^^ - Seychelles: seems like it could work, but I’ve read about a few downsides (no shops to buy food, snorkeling not always amazing, occasional weather/tide issues making swimming tricky)
Other options: - French Polynesia: we’re really dreaming of it, but is 2 weeks too short for such a long trip? - Hawaii: same question—too far? - Sardinia?
Thanks so much for your help, and have a great weekend!
Blanche & Nicolas
Dates: June 23 → July 8 (possibly until July 12) Duration: 2 to 3 weeks Budget: Not really an issue for this trip
Our plan: - A seaside destination first and foremost, with beautiful beaches - We’d like to do some hiking or at least go on walks with scenic viewpoints - A relaxing trip with sunshine, lush greenery, and stunning landscapes - A safe destination
Our thoughts so far: - New Zealand: our dream, but it seems like the wrong time of year weather-wise ++ - Azores: ruled out due to unpredictable weather—what do you think? - Mauritius/Reunion combo: vetoed by my future wife ^^ - Seychelles: seems like it could work, but I’ve read about a few downsides (no shops to buy food, snorkeling not always amazing, occasional weather/tide issues making swimming tricky)
Other options: - French Polynesia: we’re really dreaming of it, but is 2 weeks too short for such a long trip? - Hawaii: same question—too far? - Sardinia?
Thanks so much for your help, and have a great weekend!
Blanche & Nicolas
Pet carrier size for in-cabin dog on Air Caraïbes
Hi there, we're flying with Air Caraïbes and bringing our dog—he'll be traveling in the cabin with us. The airline recommends a carrier size of 43×35×20 cm, but despite calling them several times, we can’t figure out if the 20 cm is the height or width, or if the carrier can be slightly larger. Thanks to anyone who replies and has flown with Air Caraïbes before!
In the land... of Senegambia
Hey fellow travelers!
So, a new year has begun. It’s time to reconnect with the VF buddies and wish you all my best for 2026—a year I hope is obviously full of travel, since, as I just made up: "If travel’s good, everything’s good" 😄.
To celebrate, I’m inviting you into my new "travel journal," the one from our latest trip in November 2025, a little two-week adventure.
This time, we headed to The Gambia, a tiny country tucked right in the middle of Senegal, before making our way to Casamance.
The Gambia is English-speaking, Senegal is French-speaking, but the locals? They couldn’t care less—because in this part of the world, they mostly speak Wolof, Fula, Jola, or Mandinka. Hence the title: Senegambia 😉.
As usual, I’m sharing the live updates I sent to friends and family—super casual, of course.
I know this isn’t the kind of destination that draws crowds, but if you love adventure, laughter, and emotion, it might just be your thing 😊.
Hugs 😘
So, a new year has begun. It’s time to reconnect with the VF buddies and wish you all my best for 2026—a year I hope is obviously full of travel, since, as I just made up: "If travel’s good, everything’s good" 😄.
To celebrate, I’m inviting you into my new "travel journal," the one from our latest trip in November 2025, a little two-week adventure.
This time, we headed to The Gambia, a tiny country tucked right in the middle of Senegal, before making our way to Casamance.
The Gambia is English-speaking, Senegal is French-speaking, but the locals? They couldn’t care less—because in this part of the world, they mostly speak Wolof, Fula, Jola, or Mandinka. Hence the title: Senegambia 😉.
As usual, I’m sharing the live updates I sent to friends and family—super casual, of course.
I know this isn’t the kind of destination that draws crowds, but if you love adventure, laughter, and emotion, it might just be your thing 😊.
Hugs 😘
Hitchhiking in Thailand
Is hitchhiking in Thailand a good idea? A bad one? Safe or not?
Instead of sharing my thoughts on the subject, I’ll tell you about my four short hitchhiking "adventures" over 40 years of traveling there. Hopefully, this will help you form your own opinion.
First, a general rule I always follow in Southeast Asia: whether you're a woman or a man, in the city or the countryside, if you're a foreigner—even in a small group—never let yourself get completely isolated once night falls.
Okay, here we go.
My first time:
This happened in the late 80s in Kanchanaburi province, on route 3272/4088, somewhere between the charming Thong Pha Phum and that spot on the Burmese border where a gas pipeline—owned at the time by a major French company—crosses. I don’t remember why or how I ended up on that remote road, but since I love getting lost, it was fine. Except that it was already mid-afternoon, no songthaew had shown up after an hour of waiting, and I wanted to get back to T.P. Phum before dark. So I started walking, keeping an ear out for any approaching engine to flag down (hand flat, palm down, waving as if saying goodbye). Soon after, a slightly upscale car stopped—a high-end Japanese model. Inside was a couple in their thirties. "You guys headin’ to Thong Pha Phum?" "Sure, no problem, my good farang, hop in." I was saved. We drove for 20-30 kilometers, then the guy pulled over: "Come on, let’s grab a drink..." Later, I’d learn we were near the spot where they were spending a short vacation, south of the reservoir stretching from T.P.P. to Sangkhlaburi—a place (that part of the lake) known for its waterfront resorts for couples, families (next stop...), and other Thais out for a good time (I’d stay there myself a weekend a few years later, in a dorm room with about thirty Thai friends). We had a drink. The woman barely sipped hers. We had a second. She didn’t say anything, but I could read in her eyes what she was thinking (no language barrier for that kind of communication). Then he ordered a third. She shot her husband a disapproving, embarrassed look. As for me, aware I was still far from "home" and that night was falling, I started pretending to drink too. You can guess the rest: the guy kept ordering, got drunker and drunker, and his wife didn’t dare scold him in front of me, but the looks she gave him—and her discomfort around the other people in the roadside joint—spoke volumes.
After a (very) long while, the woman couldn’t take it anymore and finally reminded him, I assume, that they still had to take me to T.P.P. But given his state, it was unanimously decided—by both of us—that there was no way he was driving. I felt stuck, especially since I don’t drive. And her? Oh, she could. I helped the guy as best I could, and the joint’s owner, taking pity on me, lent a hand. We got him into the back seat, where he fell asleep almost immediately. It was around 8 PM when, with her husband still snoring in the back, she dropped me off at the entrance of the guesthouse in Thong Pha Phum, near the market square. I thanked her, feeling a pang of sympathy for the moment she’d have to haul her husband from the car to their room. They drove off. I was hungry. At the far end of the market square was a great restaurant with a direct view of the Mae Nam Khwae. I headed that way.
Instead of sharing my thoughts on the subject, I’ll tell you about my four short hitchhiking "adventures" over 40 years of traveling there. Hopefully, this will help you form your own opinion.
First, a general rule I always follow in Southeast Asia: whether you're a woman or a man, in the city or the countryside, if you're a foreigner—even in a small group—never let yourself get completely isolated once night falls.
Okay, here we go.
My first time:
This happened in the late 80s in Kanchanaburi province, on route 3272/4088, somewhere between the charming Thong Pha Phum and that spot on the Burmese border where a gas pipeline—owned at the time by a major French company—crosses. I don’t remember why or how I ended up on that remote road, but since I love getting lost, it was fine. Except that it was already mid-afternoon, no songthaew had shown up after an hour of waiting, and I wanted to get back to T.P. Phum before dark. So I started walking, keeping an ear out for any approaching engine to flag down (hand flat, palm down, waving as if saying goodbye). Soon after, a slightly upscale car stopped—a high-end Japanese model. Inside was a couple in their thirties. "You guys headin’ to Thong Pha Phum?" "Sure, no problem, my good farang, hop in." I was saved. We drove for 20-30 kilometers, then the guy pulled over: "Come on, let’s grab a drink..." Later, I’d learn we were near the spot where they were spending a short vacation, south of the reservoir stretching from T.P.P. to Sangkhlaburi—a place (that part of the lake) known for its waterfront resorts for couples, families (next stop...), and other Thais out for a good time (I’d stay there myself a weekend a few years later, in a dorm room with about thirty Thai friends). We had a drink. The woman barely sipped hers. We had a second. She didn’t say anything, but I could read in her eyes what she was thinking (no language barrier for that kind of communication). Then he ordered a third. She shot her husband a disapproving, embarrassed look. As for me, aware I was still far from "home" and that night was falling, I started pretending to drink too. You can guess the rest: the guy kept ordering, got drunker and drunker, and his wife didn’t dare scold him in front of me, but the looks she gave him—and her discomfort around the other people in the roadside joint—spoke volumes.
After a (very) long while, the woman couldn’t take it anymore and finally reminded him, I assume, that they still had to take me to T.P.P. But given his state, it was unanimously decided—by both of us—that there was no way he was driving. I felt stuck, especially since I don’t drive. And her? Oh, she could. I helped the guy as best I could, and the joint’s owner, taking pity on me, lent a hand. We got him into the back seat, where he fell asleep almost immediately. It was around 8 PM when, with her husband still snoring in the back, she dropped me off at the entrance of the guesthouse in Thong Pha Phum, near the market square. I thanked her, feeling a pang of sympathy for the moment she’d have to haul her husband from the car to their room. They drove off. I was hungry. At the far end of the market square was a great restaurant with a direct view of the Mae Nam Khwae. I headed that way.
December Photo Contest Discussion: One or Multiple Shots of Towers
This is the place to chat about December’s theme!
I’ll start with a little TOUR of the world’s TOURS.
Of course, you can submit multiple photos of the same tower in the contest—it’s the quality of the photo that’ll be judged during voting, not just the subject!
Of course, you can submit multiple photos of the same tower in the contest—it’s the quality of the photo that’ll be judged during voting, not just the subject!
Old Burmese Adventures (oh, so many!)
Hey everyone,
Yesterday, I checked the Thailand forum to see if there were any questions to answer, but not much was happening—it was pretty quiet. Then I scrolled through the Southeast Asia section and realized that, even though Burma (Myanmar) was included, there weren’t many posts about it... I’ve only been there once, back in 1987, so it’s hard to create a photo thread about multiple trips like I sometimes do for Thailand. Still, that one trip was packed with unusual adventures, so I thought I’d share a few stories from it.
Since I didn’t take any notes at the time, this is all from memory—it’s not an exhaustive travel journal and isn’t meant to help plan a future trip to Myanmar.
Don’t expect photos; there won’t be any. I have some, but they’re slides that would need scanning and editing one by one to fix the wear and tear of time—way too much work.
The Context.
Back then (reminder: 1987), I was volunteering in Paris at the counter of a travel agency on Rue des Écoles. The agency was part of a well-known organization based in Mulhouse that mostly offered scheduled flights to Asia, charter flights to the Mediterranean, and flights to Mali with their own plane. They also had a few rare "roots"-style trips to certain destinations—trips where you didn’t bring your tennis racket but were ready to soak in everything, even if it meant tough conditions.
I’d already been to Thailand, Indonesia, and the Philippines in Asia. The director knew this, so he asked me to accompany a group to Burma. At the time, tours to Burma were already being sold by competitors, but they all had to go through the state-run agency, Touristburma (buses and hotels for tourists, and they only showed you what they wanted you to see—kind of like traveling in North Korea today). The service was only payable in dollars at the official exchange rate (which was six times worse than the black market rate, mind you...), and since it went through the state agency, all the money ended up with the junta.
My job was to do everything *without* going through Touristburma, which was completely illegal there. Nothing would be booked in advance. Back then, the Burmese visa was only valid for 8 days/7 nights, and since clients were paying for the experience, the itinerary was planned ahead. I’d have to find transport and a guide on the black market as soon as I arrived.
The clients weren’t misled—they knew from the start that the trip would be off the books, that officially we’d be a small group of friends (not an agency), unlike the truth (Touristburma wasn’t mandatory for individual travelers), and that it would be challenging. They also knew their trip would cost 3-4 times less while giving them a much better experience of Burma. As for pretending to be a group of friends, there were only six of us, so it worked out.
To cover all expenses (accommodation, transport, excursions), the agency gave me a sufficient budget. They also gave me the *same* budget a second time, which was strictly for bribing officials who might cause trouble, for backshish (tips), and, if needed, to "help" me get out of prison.
Before I left, I was thoroughly briefed by another guy who’d led the previous trip (he’d dealt with all the initial challenges). He explained everything I needed to know, what to watch out for, and advised me on what to bring as "gifts" (samples of well-known perfumes, specific cigarette and whisky brands, etc.). For the perfume samples, I rallied my family, friends, and even stores. For the rest, I’d pick things up at the duty-free shops in Don Muang (Bangkok’s only airport at the time)—I had the budget for it.
I couldn’t wait to leave...
Yesterday, I checked the Thailand forum to see if there were any questions to answer, but not much was happening—it was pretty quiet. Then I scrolled through the Southeast Asia section and realized that, even though Burma (Myanmar) was included, there weren’t many posts about it... I’ve only been there once, back in 1987, so it’s hard to create a photo thread about multiple trips like I sometimes do for Thailand. Still, that one trip was packed with unusual adventures, so I thought I’d share a few stories from it.
Since I didn’t take any notes at the time, this is all from memory—it’s not an exhaustive travel journal and isn’t meant to help plan a future trip to Myanmar.
Don’t expect photos; there won’t be any. I have some, but they’re slides that would need scanning and editing one by one to fix the wear and tear of time—way too much work.
The Context.
Back then (reminder: 1987), I was volunteering in Paris at the counter of a travel agency on Rue des Écoles. The agency was part of a well-known organization based in Mulhouse that mostly offered scheduled flights to Asia, charter flights to the Mediterranean, and flights to Mali with their own plane. They also had a few rare "roots"-style trips to certain destinations—trips where you didn’t bring your tennis racket but were ready to soak in everything, even if it meant tough conditions.
I’d already been to Thailand, Indonesia, and the Philippines in Asia. The director knew this, so he asked me to accompany a group to Burma. At the time, tours to Burma were already being sold by competitors, but they all had to go through the state-run agency, Touristburma (buses and hotels for tourists, and they only showed you what they wanted you to see—kind of like traveling in North Korea today). The service was only payable in dollars at the official exchange rate (which was six times worse than the black market rate, mind you...), and since it went through the state agency, all the money ended up with the junta.
My job was to do everything *without* going through Touristburma, which was completely illegal there. Nothing would be booked in advance. Back then, the Burmese visa was only valid for 8 days/7 nights, and since clients were paying for the experience, the itinerary was planned ahead. I’d have to find transport and a guide on the black market as soon as I arrived.
The clients weren’t misled—they knew from the start that the trip would be off the books, that officially we’d be a small group of friends (not an agency), unlike the truth (Touristburma wasn’t mandatory for individual travelers), and that it would be challenging. They also knew their trip would cost 3-4 times less while giving them a much better experience of Burma. As for pretending to be a group of friends, there were only six of us, so it worked out.
To cover all expenses (accommodation, transport, excursions), the agency gave me a sufficient budget. They also gave me the *same* budget a second time, which was strictly for bribing officials who might cause trouble, for backshish (tips), and, if needed, to "help" me get out of prison.
Before I left, I was thoroughly briefed by another guy who’d led the previous trip (he’d dealt with all the initial challenges). He explained everything I needed to know, what to watch out for, and advised me on what to bring as "gifts" (samples of well-known perfumes, specific cigarette and whisky brands, etc.). For the perfume samples, I rallied my family, friends, and even stores. For the rest, I’d pick things up at the duty-free shops in Don Muang (Bangkok’s only airport at the time)—I had the budget for it.
I couldn’t wait to leave...
Solo travel project in the Himalayas to discover wildlife and flora
Hi everyone,
I’m currently on the lookout for adventure and can’t stop thinking about the Himalayas. My main goal is this: I’d like to make a documentary about the region’s wildlife and flora using my own resources.
For now, I’m planning to stay there for a few months. I’d love to exchange ideas with you all to help me prepare for this trip as best as possible.
I’ve got a few questions in particular: - On this kind of trip, where and how do you find food?
- Which are the quiet spots where you won’t see another soul, and which are the best places to spot wild animals? (I’m guessing the two are connected)
- I’ve read several times that adventure/independent travel can be tricky in certain countries or areas—is that still the case today?
This is also my first solo trip, and I’m wondering if I’m being too ambitious. What do you think?
Thanks in advance for your feedback,
Axel
I’m currently on the lookout for adventure and can’t stop thinking about the Himalayas. My main goal is this: I’d like to make a documentary about the region’s wildlife and flora using my own resources.
For now, I’m planning to stay there for a few months. I’d love to exchange ideas with you all to help me prepare for this trip as best as possible.
I’ve got a few questions in particular: - On this kind of trip, where and how do you find food?
- Which are the quiet spots where you won’t see another soul, and which are the best places to spot wild animals? (I’m guessing the two are connected)
- I’ve read several times that adventure/independent travel can be tricky in certain countries or areas—is that still the case today?
This is also my first solo trip, and I’m wondering if I’m being too ambitious. What do you think?
Thanks in advance for your feedback,
Axel
You Don't Eat Cannibals (book)
Take a step back, forget your bearings, and momentarily set aside the boxes we use to categorize life: humans on one side, animals on the other. Immerse yourself in that unsettling zone where man, stripped of his humanity, and the beast—capable of emotions and sensitivity—stand face to face.
Who is the predator, who is the prey? Where do fear, barbarism, or extreme violence lie, and where do compassion and philosophy reside?
In this book steeped in anthropomorphism, Stéphanie Artarit weaves a cruel plot and pushes the boundaries of darkness without ever wallowing in the grim or sordid.
A story of love and vengeance, of fierce beasts and humans, where the abominable, the unbearable, and the unthinkable are pierced by the candor and fragile luminosity of the heroine, Bambi, around whom (very) dark passions rage.
The action takes place in the Pyrenees in the mid-1970s. A dilapidated, isolated house, the theater of the unthinkable, where a shattered family ignored by social services lives—or survives: a missing father, a helpless mother, two degenerate twins, Sam and Valerien, a violent older brother, Martin, an absolute bastard, a dog... and a young adolescent, Bambi, the precarious pillar of this teetering balance. To escape this hopeless daily life, she regularly finds refuge in a nearby zoo. Caught during yet another sneaky visit, she is taken to the owner of the place, Noel Rivière, who, moved by her misery (and her ethereal, unreal beauty...), hires her as an apprentice.
This could have been the start of a fairy tale, redemption through love, the bastard permanently neutralized... and a breather for the reader.
But no.
The zoo serves as the backdrop for the second part of the story, which introduces new characters... a little girl, Feline, and a chimpanzee, Adam, placed in an isolated enclosure upon arrival because he was aggressive and unable to live among his own kind.
Humans with primitive animality, animals with astonishing humanity... a deranged, fierce, and heartbreaking Jungle Book. A noir novel with fluid, poetic writing.
A breathless read, almost devoured in one go (in two sittings) because it’s impossible to catch your breath before finding out how far the author will push the limits and what fate she has in store for her characters...
You Don’t Eat Cannibals Stéphanie ARTARIT Belfond Noir
In this book steeped in anthropomorphism, Stéphanie Artarit weaves a cruel plot and pushes the boundaries of darkness without ever wallowing in the grim or sordid.
A story of love and vengeance, of fierce beasts and humans, where the abominable, the unbearable, and the unthinkable are pierced by the candor and fragile luminosity of the heroine, Bambi, around whom (very) dark passions rage.
The action takes place in the Pyrenees in the mid-1970s. A dilapidated, isolated house, the theater of the unthinkable, where a shattered family ignored by social services lives—or survives: a missing father, a helpless mother, two degenerate twins, Sam and Valerien, a violent older brother, Martin, an absolute bastard, a dog... and a young adolescent, Bambi, the precarious pillar of this teetering balance. To escape this hopeless daily life, she regularly finds refuge in a nearby zoo. Caught during yet another sneaky visit, she is taken to the owner of the place, Noel Rivière, who, moved by her misery (and her ethereal, unreal beauty...), hires her as an apprentice.
This could have been the start of a fairy tale, redemption through love, the bastard permanently neutralized... and a breather for the reader.
But no.
The zoo serves as the backdrop for the second part of the story, which introduces new characters... a little girl, Feline, and a chimpanzee, Adam, placed in an isolated enclosure upon arrival because he was aggressive and unable to live among his own kind.
Humans with primitive animality, animals with astonishing humanity... a deranged, fierce, and heartbreaking Jungle Book. A noir novel with fluid, poetic writing.
A breathless read, almost devoured in one go (in two sittings) because it’s impossible to catch your breath before finding out how far the author will push the limits and what fate she has in store for her characters...
You Don’t Eat Cannibals Stéphanie ARTARIT Belfond Noir
Turbulence on planes will become more and more frequent and more violent than before.
Hey everyone! 😊
Aircraft manufacturers will probably adapt in the coming years, but until future planes are designed to handle severe turbulence directly linked to climate change, personally, I’ll only unbuckle my seatbelt to go to the bathroom and take a few steps to keep my blood circulating.
I already made it a habit to stay buckled up during my flights.
My only issue is my preference for aisle seats—getting hit in the face with luggage isn’t great 😅.
What about you?
Feedback on Japan Itinerary
Hello Hello,
We’re two couples of friends heading to this amazing country and need your help to validate our itinerary.
First, I’ll share the overall plan for our trip. I can go into more detail for each day if everything looks good to you.
Thanks Thanks
30/10 Arrival at HND 31/10 Tokyo: Chiyoda, Yurakucho & Shinjuku 01/11 Asakusa, Ueno, Akihabara & TeamLab Planets 02/11 Day trip to Mount Fuji (Kawaguchiko) 03/11 Yanaka, Ueno, Shibuya & Izakaya 04/11 Ghibli Museum & Kichijoji 05/11 Shopping and Odaiba at sunset 06/11 Departure for Kyoto & first discoveries 07/11 Arashiyama, bamboo grove & zen temples 08/11 Fushimi Inari, Gion 09/11 Kyoto → Himeji → Hiroshima 10/11 Hiroshima (morning) → Osaka (afternoon) 11 & 12/11 Exploring Osaka and return to France 🙂
30/10 Arrival at HND 31/10 Tokyo: Chiyoda, Yurakucho & Shinjuku 01/11 Asakusa, Ueno, Akihabara & TeamLab Planets 02/11 Day trip to Mount Fuji (Kawaguchiko) 03/11 Yanaka, Ueno, Shibuya & Izakaya 04/11 Ghibli Museum & Kichijoji 05/11 Shopping and Odaiba at sunset 06/11 Departure for Kyoto & first discoveries 07/11 Arashiyama, bamboo grove & zen temples 08/11 Fushimi Inari, Gion 09/11 Kyoto → Himeji → Hiroshima 10/11 Hiroshima (morning) → Osaka (afternoon) 11 & 12/11 Exploring Osaka and return to France 🙂
France-Morocco road trip: Algeciras-Ceuta crossing
Hi everyone,
Even though I come to Morocco four times a year, it’s been a long time since I’ve made the trip by car. I need to refresh my knowledge! I’ll be traveling in early October. I have a car that’s about 20 years old. The plan is to cross via Algeciras/Ceuta.
A few questions:
1) Does this crossing still exist? If so, do I need to buy the ticket in advance or on the spot? From whom? Any advice is welcome!
2) What documents are required for the car?
3) If anyone is making the trip around the same time, it could be fun to drive together 😊
I know there are experts on this forum.
Thanks in advance
Even though I come to Morocco four times a year, it’s been a long time since I’ve made the trip by car. I need to refresh my knowledge! I’ll be traveling in early October. I have a car that’s about 20 years old. The plan is to cross via Algeciras/Ceuta.
A few questions:
1) Does this crossing still exist? If so, do I need to buy the ticket in advance or on the spot? From whom? Any advice is welcome!
2) What documents are required for the car?
3) If anyone is making the trip around the same time, it could be fun to drive together 😊
I know there are experts on this forum.
Thanks in advance