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Discussion Closure
Hi, I started a thread about Afghanistan.
Out of 4 pages, more than half had nothing to do with the country/topic. The mods closed the thread—why not ban off-topic members and clean it up instead? Instead of closing a thread that had 2 REALLY interesting videos! Because in my thread, there will be more videos to come...
If you close it as soon as a few members go off-topic, letting some former prostitute who’s never set foot in the country tell a guy who spent 10 days there what’s true or not about Afghanistan...
If all the anti-Taliban folks tell you *Le Figaro* or others do a better job than this YouTuber... LOL Journalists often haven’t even been there—they just copy each other or write articles via ChatGPT... *Le Figaro*, for example, gets millions in subsidies to churn out garbage... And now this young guy deserves to be silenced?
Reopen the thread and clean it up! Thanks
Out of 4 pages, more than half had nothing to do with the country/topic. The mods closed the thread—why not ban off-topic members and clean it up instead? Instead of closing a thread that had 2 REALLY interesting videos! Because in my thread, there will be more videos to come...
If you close it as soon as a few members go off-topic, letting some former prostitute who’s never set foot in the country tell a guy who spent 10 days there what’s true or not about Afghanistan...
If all the anti-Taliban folks tell you *Le Figaro* or others do a better job than this YouTuber... LOL Journalists often haven’t even been there—they just copy each other or write articles via ChatGPT... *Le Figaro*, for example, gets millions in subsidies to churn out garbage... And now this young guy deserves to be silenced?
Reopen the thread and clean it up! Thanks
Another side of my trip to Thailand: Villages, nature, countryside, mountains...
February 9th is a pivotal day during my trip to Thailand. Up until this date, my focus had been on cities, temples, and other urban landmarks. Starting February 10th, I’ll finally leave the city behind for the outskirts—one town, one life, farther from tourism, more real, more authentic... Then comes the bucolic surroundings of Chiang Mai, nature, the countryside, the mountains.
This morning, I head to visit the ethnographic museum. I’d been told about another one, but it’s permanently closed. I wonder if it’s the same one that might have changed its name and location.
I thoroughly enjoy visiting this museum. At first, I’m a bit annoyed because the place is packed with noisy school groups blocking the display cases without even showing the slightest interest. But soon, their chaperones manage to lead them into another room, giving me some peace. They maintain this distance throughout the tour, allowing me to explore the museum in complete tranquility. I really appreciate their tact.
I’m amazed by the absolutely stunning fabric displays and the countless everyday objects, especially the very old pottery. There’s so much beautiful basketry and intricately carved wood. The statues are also incredible... After seeing all of them, I no longer feel like buying any from the shops.
On my way back, not far from my hotel, I discover a rather unique place that only serves one drink, which they’ve made their specialty: egg coffee! A pretty surprising novelty. I have to try it.
At the bottom of the cup, they pour a layer of milk, topped with a layer of liquid coffee, followed by a layer of egg yolk, and finally a top layer that turns out to be a mix of coffee and cocoa powder. It’s a cold drink that, in the end, doesn’t have much flavor, and the price is pretty steep for such a small cup. You’re paying for the exclusivity!
Later in the day, I venture once again into small alleys, something I love doing when exploring a new city—no specific goal, just wandering east of the city, outside the walls.
I encounter very few tourists there and discover unsuspected little shops overflowing with lovely items, much cheaper than what you find in the heart of the tourist district. Then I wander through the floors of Warorot Market. I discover another kind of temple there: the temple of good deals. I love finding clothes that are really original for locals, not the flood of shirts and pants that tourists love but no Thai would ever buy, which invade the shops in the "Historic Square." I stop in my tracks in front of a stall with beautiful shirts featuring stunning geometric patterns in elegant color combinations and very short sleeves. Hmm, these would be perfect for showing off my biceps, one of which is adorned with the magnificent Ganesh tattoo I got last year in Bali. "When you’ve got nice things, you’ve got to show them off!" he said. 😜🙏💪 I pick out two for 380 baht and negotiate them down to 300. But the seller won’t go any lower. I understand I’ve reached the limit of her commercial possibilities. Just as I’m leaving the shop, happy with my purchase, my ever-helpful inner voice, Petite Voix, suggests: - You didn’t try them on because you were too lazy to take off the one you’re wearing and also because of the sweat, but you could just put one on over the one you’re wearing. It’s light enough that it won’t bother you.
I go back to the two sellers, who burst out laughing when I ask to try them on. - Oh no, it’s way too small for you! It’s a women’s shirt! - But they don’t look particularly feminine in style! And I chose XXL... I put the shirt on, and of course, it won’t close. Then I notice the buttons are on the wrong side. That’s why the sleeves seemed so short!!! They put the shirts back on the rack and refund me without any fuss, commenting amid total hilarity: - Well, thank goodness you tried it on just as you were leaving the shop!
Since I don’t want to walk too much before tomorrow’s first Big Outing with the driver, I end my stroll with a visit to two very pretty temples recommended by Joël.
I’d rather not post more temple photos. But these ones smell like village and countryside...
I’ve never seen anything like Wat Ket Karam, so extravagant...
And I end my day with two other lesser-known temples: Wat Noung Kham, simple and finally free of gold and glitter,
and Wat Dap Phai, where an intimate ceremony is taking place at the end of the day.
This morning, I head to visit the ethnographic museum. I’d been told about another one, but it’s permanently closed. I wonder if it’s the same one that might have changed its name and location.
I thoroughly enjoy visiting this museum. At first, I’m a bit annoyed because the place is packed with noisy school groups blocking the display cases without even showing the slightest interest. But soon, their chaperones manage to lead them into another room, giving me some peace. They maintain this distance throughout the tour, allowing me to explore the museum in complete tranquility. I really appreciate their tact.
I’m amazed by the absolutely stunning fabric displays and the countless everyday objects, especially the very old pottery. There’s so much beautiful basketry and intricately carved wood. The statues are also incredible... After seeing all of them, I no longer feel like buying any from the shops.
On my way back, not far from my hotel, I discover a rather unique place that only serves one drink, which they’ve made their specialty: egg coffee! A pretty surprising novelty. I have to try it.
At the bottom of the cup, they pour a layer of milk, topped with a layer of liquid coffee, followed by a layer of egg yolk, and finally a top layer that turns out to be a mix of coffee and cocoa powder. It’s a cold drink that, in the end, doesn’t have much flavor, and the price is pretty steep for such a small cup. You’re paying for the exclusivity!
Later in the day, I venture once again into small alleys, something I love doing when exploring a new city—no specific goal, just wandering east of the city, outside the walls.
I encounter very few tourists there and discover unsuspected little shops overflowing with lovely items, much cheaper than what you find in the heart of the tourist district. Then I wander through the floors of Warorot Market. I discover another kind of temple there: the temple of good deals. I love finding clothes that are really original for locals, not the flood of shirts and pants that tourists love but no Thai would ever buy, which invade the shops in the "Historic Square." I stop in my tracks in front of a stall with beautiful shirts featuring stunning geometric patterns in elegant color combinations and very short sleeves. Hmm, these would be perfect for showing off my biceps, one of which is adorned with the magnificent Ganesh tattoo I got last year in Bali. "When you’ve got nice things, you’ve got to show them off!" he said. 😜🙏💪 I pick out two for 380 baht and negotiate them down to 300. But the seller won’t go any lower. I understand I’ve reached the limit of her commercial possibilities. Just as I’m leaving the shop, happy with my purchase, my ever-helpful inner voice, Petite Voix, suggests: - You didn’t try them on because you were too lazy to take off the one you’re wearing and also because of the sweat, but you could just put one on over the one you’re wearing. It’s light enough that it won’t bother you.
I go back to the two sellers, who burst out laughing when I ask to try them on. - Oh no, it’s way too small for you! It’s a women’s shirt! - But they don’t look particularly feminine in style! And I chose XXL... I put the shirt on, and of course, it won’t close. Then I notice the buttons are on the wrong side. That’s why the sleeves seemed so short!!! They put the shirts back on the rack and refund me without any fuss, commenting amid total hilarity: - Well, thank goodness you tried it on just as you were leaving the shop!
Since I don’t want to walk too much before tomorrow’s first Big Outing with the driver, I end my stroll with a visit to two very pretty temples recommended by Joël.
I’d rather not post more temple photos. But these ones smell like village and countryside...
I’ve never seen anything like Wat Ket Karam, so extravagant...
And I end my day with two other lesser-known temples: Wat Noung Kham, simple and finally free of gold and glitter,
and Wat Dap Phai, where an intimate ceremony is taking place at the end of the day.
Argentina Situation in July 2025
Hello everyone!
July 5, 2025: Argentina Update
As I do every month, here’s an overview of the situation in Argentina—useful if you’re planning to visit in the coming weeks!
Vibe, economy, general situation, tips for tourists, and more...
Latest news for anyone thinking of visiting Argentina this year:
- Mixed outlook
- Current economic and social situation in Argentina
- Our friend Cristina
- What’s new for tourists?
What’s new? The parallel exchange rate and the official BNA rate are almost the same—just 2% higher for the parallel rate, which won’t really change your trip! Pay as much as possible in cash—discounts are still common at bars, restaurants, and even hotels. Even if it’s not advertised, always ask! You can still withdraw cash via Western Union, as before. Paying with a Visa or other card is still possible, and the CCL rate is even above the parallel rate today, meaning +3% compared to the official rate. However, you won’t get discounts when paying by card.
As always, **do not** withdraw money from ATMs—the fees in Argentina are still outrageous. Also, don’t forget that winter break in Argentina starts today, Friday, July 4, in 10 provinces for two weeks, until Sunday, July 20. On Friday, July 11, it begins in 9 more provinces until Sunday, July 27, and finally, in the last 4 provinces (including Buenos Aires and the city of Buenos Aires—the most populated), it runs from Friday, July 18, until Sunday, August 3. In short: 3 zones, each with two weeks off, stretching over 4 weeks total.
In previous years, I’d have warned you: “Be careful if you’re traveling, as buses, flights, and often accommodations are at high occupancy.” But this year, poorer and middle-class Argentines aren’t traveling because “No hay plata,” and those who can afford it are heading to Brazil, Chile, or even Miami for cheaper parties and shopping—Brazil can be twice as affordable! So, in Argentina, the top destinations for these staggered winter breaks are Bariloche (first place), followed by Ushuaia, San Martín de los Andes, and Villa La Angostura. Mendoza comes in fifth, then El Calafate, and finally Salta and Córdoba. As you can see, wealthy Argentines travel in winter to see snow—it’s chic to be cold and go skiing! Bariloche is the most expensive, while Córdoba is the cheapest. Same services, for example, a flight plus 7 days plus a hotel in the same category: Bariloche is 2.5 to 3 times pricier than Córdoba or even the sierras of Córdoba. Yet, there’s plenty of availability. Most people don’t have the money (and you might say Patagonian winter destinations aren’t exactly middle-class friendly either), but with fewer Brazilians or Chileans taking advantage of “cheap” Argentina, space is freed up. Brazilians alone used to make up 50% of Argentina’s international tourism—so there are suddenly fewer people on flights and in hotels! For these destinations, hoteliers are hoping for (at best) a 70% occupancy rate, though 50% would already make them happy. Why? 1- Lack of foreign tourists, 2- The middle class preferring to visit the old aunt in Posadas (to show family loyalty and spend as little as possible),
3- The wealthy opting for Bariloche, Punta Cana, Búzios, or Miami, which drastically lowers domestic occupancy rates and increases the outflow of USD abroad. +66% of Argentine tourists traveled abroad in the first five months of 2025. Six million Argentines vacationed abroad between January 1 and May 1, 2025.
To read the full article, check it out here: https://www.petitherge.com/2025/07/05-juillet-2025-situation-de-l-argentine.html
What’s new? The parallel exchange rate and the official BNA rate are almost the same—just 2% higher for the parallel rate, which won’t really change your trip! Pay as much as possible in cash—discounts are still common at bars, restaurants, and even hotels. Even if it’s not advertised, always ask! You can still withdraw cash via Western Union, as before. Paying with a Visa or other card is still possible, and the CCL rate is even above the parallel rate today, meaning +3% compared to the official rate. However, you won’t get discounts when paying by card.
As always, **do not** withdraw money from ATMs—the fees in Argentina are still outrageous. Also, don’t forget that winter break in Argentina starts today, Friday, July 4, in 10 provinces for two weeks, until Sunday, July 20. On Friday, July 11, it begins in 9 more provinces until Sunday, July 27, and finally, in the last 4 provinces (including Buenos Aires and the city of Buenos Aires—the most populated), it runs from Friday, July 18, until Sunday, August 3. In short: 3 zones, each with two weeks off, stretching over 4 weeks total.
In previous years, I’d have warned you: “Be careful if you’re traveling, as buses, flights, and often accommodations are at high occupancy.” But this year, poorer and middle-class Argentines aren’t traveling because “No hay plata,” and those who can afford it are heading to Brazil, Chile, or even Miami for cheaper parties and shopping—Brazil can be twice as affordable! So, in Argentina, the top destinations for these staggered winter breaks are Bariloche (first place), followed by Ushuaia, San Martín de los Andes, and Villa La Angostura. Mendoza comes in fifth, then El Calafate, and finally Salta and Córdoba. As you can see, wealthy Argentines travel in winter to see snow—it’s chic to be cold and go skiing! Bariloche is the most expensive, while Córdoba is the cheapest. Same services, for example, a flight plus 7 days plus a hotel in the same category: Bariloche is 2.5 to 3 times pricier than Córdoba or even the sierras of Córdoba. Yet, there’s plenty of availability. Most people don’t have the money (and you might say Patagonian winter destinations aren’t exactly middle-class friendly either), but with fewer Brazilians or Chileans taking advantage of “cheap” Argentina, space is freed up. Brazilians alone used to make up 50% of Argentina’s international tourism—so there are suddenly fewer people on flights and in hotels! For these destinations, hoteliers are hoping for (at best) a 70% occupancy rate, though 50% would already make them happy. Why? 1- Lack of foreign tourists, 2- The middle class preferring to visit the old aunt in Posadas (to show family loyalty and spend as little as possible),
3- The wealthy opting for Bariloche, Punta Cana, Búzios, or Miami, which drastically lowers domestic occupancy rates and increases the outflow of USD abroad. +66% of Argentine tourists traveled abroad in the first five months of 2025. Six million Argentines vacationed abroad between January 1 and May 1, 2025.
To read the full article, check it out here: https://www.petitherge.com/2025/07/05-juillet-2025-situation-de-l-argentine.html
Tips and suggestions for a trip to Northern and Southern India
Hello,
We’d love some tips and suggestions for a trip to India we’re planning for February 2026:
We’re a couple in our 70s based in Canada (Montreal), and we’re planning a 3-week trip to India in February 2025.
We’re looking for a moderate pace, with comfortable but authentic and immersive accommodations, and good service.
Ideally:
Northern India (Delhi, Agra, Jaipur, Udaipur, Ranthambore) Southern India (Kerala): Cochin, backwaters (cruise), Munnar
Charming or traditional lodgings (haveli, guesthouse, small hotels), comfortable without being luxurious.
Travel by train where possible, and with a private driver for the rest, plus likely a domestic flight.
What do you think?
We’d love some tips and suggestions for a trip to India we’re planning for February 2026:
We’re a couple in our 70s based in Canada (Montreal), and we’re planning a 3-week trip to India in February 2025.
We’re looking for a moderate pace, with comfortable but authentic and immersive accommodations, and good service.
Ideally:
Northern India (Delhi, Agra, Jaipur, Udaipur, Ranthambore) Southern India (Kerala): Cochin, backwaters (cruise), Munnar
Charming or traditional lodgings (haveli, guesthouse, small hotels), comfortable without being luxurious.
Travel by train where possible, and with a private driver for the rest, plus likely a domestic flight.
What do you think?
Grand Teton National Park
Every day, I look back at my 2022 trip to Wyoming. And every day, I tell myself I need to start getting ready to go back. Don’t agree? 😎
First trip to South Korea
Hi everyone,
I’m embarking on my first trip to Asia, starting with South Korea.
I’ll be traveling with my 15-year-old daughter, who came up with the idea...
We’ll be there from July 15th to 22nd.
I’ve currently planned to stay in Seoul from the 15th to the 19th, then head to Busan from the 19th to the 21st. We need to be back in Seoul on the evening of the 21st because our flight is at 10 AM on the 22nd.
I love modern cities, but for a first trip to Asia, I’d also like to see some traditional sights. Do you think Busan is a good idea?
I’m considering staying in Gyeongju instead and spending two days in Busan...
What do you think?
Maybe another city in a different region of Korea?
Thanks for your help
I’m embarking on my first trip to Asia, starting with South Korea.
I’ll be traveling with my 15-year-old daughter, who came up with the idea...
We’ll be there from July 15th to 22nd.
I’ve currently planned to stay in Seoul from the 15th to the 19th, then head to Busan from the 19th to the 21st. We need to be back in Seoul on the evening of the 21st because our flight is at 10 AM on the 22nd.
I love modern cities, but for a first trip to Asia, I’d also like to see some traditional sights. Do you think Busan is a good idea?
I’m considering staying in Gyeongju instead and spending two days in Busan...
What do you think?
Maybe another city in a different region of Korea?
Thanks for your help
2-day budget safari in northern Tanzania
Hi there,
We’re currently planning our trip to Tanzania for August 2025.
We’re a family with two teens (16 and 14) and we’re used to traveling with our backpacks, using local transport to create authentic exchanges with locals.
We’d like to do a short safari (2 days and 1 night) during our 3-week trip on a small budget.
If we had to choose just one park in Tanzania in August, which one would you recommend?
Is it easy to rent a jeep with a driver in August without going through an agency in Tanzania?
Who can help us decode the rates offered by agencies? - Park entry: how much per person? Does it vary by age? Are the rates different depending on the park? - Cost of the driver and a guide? - Is accommodation in the park taxed? - Do we need to budget for a tip?
We’d like to do a short safari (2 days and 1 night) during our 3-week trip on a small budget.
If we had to choose just one park in Tanzania in August, which one would you recommend?
Is it easy to rent a jeep with a driver in August without going through an agency in Tanzania?
Who can help us decode the rates offered by agencies? - Park entry: how much per person? Does it vary by age? Are the rates different depending on the park? - Cost of the driver and a guide? - Is accommodation in the park taxed? - Do we need to budget for a tip?
Solo traveler: Discovering Argentina differently
If you dream of an extraordinary adventure, you’ve come to the right place! Argentina, this land at the end of the world, offers a unique change of scenery and the perfect opportunity to travel solo. With its spectacular landscapes, stretching from the ends of Tierra del Fuego to the high Andean plateaus, this vast country captivates both nature lovers and those passionate about authentic encounters. Here, the notions of borders and distance fade away: the glaciers of Patagonia, the Iguazu Falls in the heart of the tropical forest, wild steppes, and Andean villages nestled in colorful valleys. In Argentina, you quickly forget the passing of time, as the human experience and the beauty of the places leave their mark on every moment.
The perfect place to escape mass tourism
When traveling solo, there’s nothing like Argentina to get off the beaten path and avoid the crowds. Of course, some iconic spots like the Perito Moreno Glacier in El Calafate or Tierra del Fuego National Park in Ushuaia attract travelers from all over the world. However, the country’s vastness offers plenty of opportunities to find yourself almost alone in nature. A sunrise over the Andes, an afternoon riding with gauchos in the pampa, or a hike deep in Patagonia—these suspended moments happen far from the crowds.
A country ideal for connecting with local communities
One of Argentina’s strengths is the warmth of its people. Deeply attached to their traditions and genuinely curious about visitors, Argentinians have a knack for breaking down barriers, whether linguistic or cultural. You might find yourself chatting in Spanish over a mate (the local herbal tea), joining an impromptu barbecue, or even trying a few tango steps in a milonga. Simply showing interest in their culture and history is often enough to start a conversation. With Argentinians’ innate sense of hospitality, you never feel alone, even as a solo traveler.
Meeting local communities: a unique human adventure
Traveling solo in Argentina also means encountering its diverse communities. Staying with a local family or in an estancia (an Argentine ranch) lets you dive into the daily lives of families who often live self-sufficiently. In the Northwest, for example, you can share the life of an Andean community and learn to cook delicious local specialties. In Bariloche, some stays even include discovering a Mapuche community, offering a chance to better understand their relationship with the land and the importance of their ancestral traditions.
Diverse experiences for an unforgettable trip
Argentina is a true playground for outdoor enthusiasts: hikes in the steppes, sailing on the Beagle Channel in Tierra del Fuego, whale watching in Puerto Madryn (from June to December), or exploring the Iguazu jungle to encounter its wildlife and flora. And just when you think you’ve seen it all, Argentina still has surprises in store. In the Salta region, the Quebrada de Humahuaca reveals mountains with seven colors that tell the geological history of the Andes. It’s a feast for the eyes!
Why not join a small group with Tierra Latina?
Traveling alone doesn’t mean you can’t share parts of your journey with other enthusiasts. That’s what Tierra Latina offers: small-group tours (between 2 and 12 people), designed to balance the freedom of traveling in a small group with the camaraderie of exchanges between travelers. Each itinerary is crafted to alternate highlights (like visiting must-sees: Buenos Aires, Ushuaia, Perito Moreno…) with more intimate moments, far from mass tourism.
The focus is on authentic encounters and respect for local communities—that’s Tierra Latina’s signature. For example, in northwestern Argentina, Tierra Latina offers the chance to spend time in an Andean community to learn about traditional dish preparation during a cooking workshop. It’s an opportunity to exchange recipes and knowledge passed down through generations. The goal: to go beyond simple sightseeing and experience true moments of sharing.
In a small group, you quickly feel like part of a family of travelers, all united by the beauty of the landscapes. You also benefit from French-speaking guides who share their tips and anecdotes while leaving plenty of free time to explore at your own pace. Whether you’re traveling solo, as a couple, or with friends, you’ll find the perfect balance between independence and the comfort of being surrounded.
Human connections at the heart of the journey
At Tierra Latina, the goal is to put people at the center of the experience. Accommodations are chosen for their authentic character, often tested and approved by the team itself. Whether you’re staying with an Andean family in a small village in the Quebrada de Humahuaca or in an estancia in the heart of the Patagonian steppe, you’ll take part in local life and contribute to the economy of these sometimes isolated regions.
This responsible approach to travel helps minimize environmental impact while maintaining a privileged connection with those who make Argentina so rich: its people. You’ll leave with intense memories, marked by moments of sharing that are hard to replicate elsewhere. So, ready to pack your bags? Follow the guide and fly off to this fascinating country—you’ll only want one thing: to come back!
The perfect place to escape mass tourism
When traveling solo, there’s nothing like Argentina to get off the beaten path and avoid the crowds. Of course, some iconic spots like the Perito Moreno Glacier in El Calafate or Tierra del Fuego National Park in Ushuaia attract travelers from all over the world. However, the country’s vastness offers plenty of opportunities to find yourself almost alone in nature. A sunrise over the Andes, an afternoon riding with gauchos in the pampa, or a hike deep in Patagonia—these suspended moments happen far from the crowds.
A country ideal for connecting with local communities
One of Argentina’s strengths is the warmth of its people. Deeply attached to their traditions and genuinely curious about visitors, Argentinians have a knack for breaking down barriers, whether linguistic or cultural. You might find yourself chatting in Spanish over a mate (the local herbal tea), joining an impromptu barbecue, or even trying a few tango steps in a milonga. Simply showing interest in their culture and history is often enough to start a conversation. With Argentinians’ innate sense of hospitality, you never feel alone, even as a solo traveler.
Meeting local communities: a unique human adventure
Traveling solo in Argentina also means encountering its diverse communities. Staying with a local family or in an estancia (an Argentine ranch) lets you dive into the daily lives of families who often live self-sufficiently. In the Northwest, for example, you can share the life of an Andean community and learn to cook delicious local specialties. In Bariloche, some stays even include discovering a Mapuche community, offering a chance to better understand their relationship with the land and the importance of their ancestral traditions.
Diverse experiences for an unforgettable trip
Argentina is a true playground for outdoor enthusiasts: hikes in the steppes, sailing on the Beagle Channel in Tierra del Fuego, whale watching in Puerto Madryn (from June to December), or exploring the Iguazu jungle to encounter its wildlife and flora. And just when you think you’ve seen it all, Argentina still has surprises in store. In the Salta region, the Quebrada de Humahuaca reveals mountains with seven colors that tell the geological history of the Andes. It’s a feast for the eyes!
Why not join a small group with Tierra Latina?
Traveling alone doesn’t mean you can’t share parts of your journey with other enthusiasts. That’s what Tierra Latina offers: small-group tours (between 2 and 12 people), designed to balance the freedom of traveling in a small group with the camaraderie of exchanges between travelers. Each itinerary is crafted to alternate highlights (like visiting must-sees: Buenos Aires, Ushuaia, Perito Moreno…) with more intimate moments, far from mass tourism.
The focus is on authentic encounters and respect for local communities—that’s Tierra Latina’s signature. For example, in northwestern Argentina, Tierra Latina offers the chance to spend time in an Andean community to learn about traditional dish preparation during a cooking workshop. It’s an opportunity to exchange recipes and knowledge passed down through generations. The goal: to go beyond simple sightseeing and experience true moments of sharing.
In a small group, you quickly feel like part of a family of travelers, all united by the beauty of the landscapes. You also benefit from French-speaking guides who share their tips and anecdotes while leaving plenty of free time to explore at your own pace. Whether you’re traveling solo, as a couple, or with friends, you’ll find the perfect balance between independence and the comfort of being surrounded.
Human connections at the heart of the journey
At Tierra Latina, the goal is to put people at the center of the experience. Accommodations are chosen for their authentic character, often tested and approved by the team itself. Whether you’re staying with an Andean family in a small village in the Quebrada de Humahuaca or in an estancia in the heart of the Patagonian steppe, you’ll take part in local life and contribute to the economy of these sometimes isolated regions.
This responsible approach to travel helps minimize environmental impact while maintaining a privileged connection with those who make Argentina so rich: its people. You’ll leave with intense memories, marked by moments of sharing that are hard to replicate elsewhere. So, ready to pack your bags? Follow the guide and fly off to this fascinating country—you’ll only want one thing: to come back!
Visa for transit in India en route to Sri Lanka
Hi there,
I’ve been reading conflicting info about whether an Indian visa might be required for a few-hour layover in Mumbai.
Do we need anything besides the Sri Lankan ETA if we’re just transiting through India without leaving Terminal 2 at the airport? We’re flying from Brussels via Frankfurt and then Mumbai with Lufthansa.
Thanks so much—I’m totally lost here! 😅
I’ve been reading conflicting info about whether an Indian visa might be required for a few-hour layover in Mumbai.
Do we need anything besides the Sri Lankan ETA if we’re just transiting through India without leaving Terminal 2 at the airport? We’re flying from Brussels via Frankfurt and then Mumbai with Lufthansa.
Thanks so much—I’m totally lost here! 😅
Trip to Crete: renting a car and other questions
Hello,
We’re planning to spend a week in Crete soon. We’ve read that renting a car is a must. We’ll be landing in Heraklion.
We’re used to traveling modestly, hiking, and wandering around in rather bucolic spots.
We’d love to hear any tips or experiences that might match our travel style.
Thanks in advance!
Françoise and Jean-Pierre
Lake Chiew Lan in Khao Sok National Park
Hi,
I’m heading to Thailand (first time!) in a week. We planned to be in Khao Sok National Park on February 1st and 2nd.
I got a message yesterday saying it wouldn’t be possible to do any activities on Lake Chiew Lan as planned because of “weather conditions.” Despite all my research, I can’t find any info that supports this. Does anyone have recent updates? Is it really impossible to visit the lake, and if so, are there any alternatives?
They’re offering a walk to Bang Hua Rad waterfall instead. Any thoughts?
We’re really disappointed—the lake looked amazing 😢
Arriving at LAX at 1:05 PM: Is staying in Barstow doable or not?
Hello,
I’ve already gone through some threads dating back to 2010, but opinions are pretty mixed...
What’s the verdict in 2025?
- We’re arriving for a 15-day trip on Friday, June 13, theoretically at 1:05 PM (AF22).
- Rental car (Toyota RAV4) booked with Alamo ("requested" starting at 2:30 PM).
- Room reserved at the Best Western Desert Villa Inn in Barstow (check-in "6/7 PM" listed...) that same evening.
Does this seem reasonably doable to those familiar with the area, for a couple in their seventies, or would it be better to stop sooner (but where?)—even if it means extending the drive to Williams the next day? 😕...
Thanks for your advice!
Northwest and Northeast Vietnam Circuit
Hello,
We’ll arrive in Hanoi on April 17, 2025, and plan to head to the Northwest (Sapa region) and Northeast starting on April 20. How many days do you recommend for this trip? We’re two couples and a 4-year-old child. Should we book through an agency in Hanoi and do the circuit by van, or can we manage with buses—like an overnight bus from Hanoi to Sapa, then 2–3 days in the Sapa region, followed by a bus from Sapa to Ha Giang for a 3-day loop?
Thanks in advance for your tips, itinerary ideas, accommodation suggestions, guesthouses, restaurants, and any great deals!
Opodo e-ticket
Hi,
I just booked a trip to Vietnam on OPODO. The reservation is confirmed, but I can't figure out if they send an e-ticket and when? The site is pretty unclear, and it's hard to get information. I couldn't find any answers on the forums about e-ticket issuance. The airline used is Turkish Airlines, but it's the travel agency (so OPODO) that issues the tickets and sends them to the customer.
If anyone has any info or has had a recent booking with OPODO, thanks in advance.
Have a good evening
Review of a cruise on the Costa Fortuna – November-December 2024
I’ve finally gotten around to writing a review of our transatlantic cruise on the Costa Fortuna. We’ve always loved cruises, especially transatlantic ones. In recent years, we were MSC customers (Diamond card). But this year, we decided to return to Costa, though there was one downside: we lost all the points from our old Costa card (I think we were "Gold"). Still, since we’re former customers, the company generously gave us 1 point and the bronze card. It’s better than nothing.
Our departure nearly went wrong. The ship was leaving Marseille on Friday, December 22 at 2:00 PM, and we were told to be at the port by 10:30 AM. This unusual departure time meant we had to travel to Marseille the day before (since we live in the Paris area). So, we booked a flight from Orly to Marseille on the 21st at 5:15 PM. But December 21 was a particularly rough day in France with a big snowstorm. And as everyone knows, planes and trains don’t handle snow very well. At Orly, in the waiting area, everyone was anxious as the minutes ticked by. The departure time kept getting pushed back in 15-minute increments. They eventually let us board the plane with no guarantees. Once inside, the captain announced we were waiting for a takeoff slot. About an hour later, he said the plane needed de-icing and the wait could be long since airport staff were overwhelmed. Miraculously, after what felt like forever, the de-icing truck finally arrived, and we took off—over two hours late. When we landed in Marseille, the terminal was practically empty. Luckily, our hotel wasn’t too far away.
We later found out that passengers who took the train were even less lucky—trains were canceled. Later, at our table, we met a neighbor who had boarded in Malaga by plane because his Paris-Marseille train had turned back. He’d incurred extra costs, lost two days of the cruise, and had quite a bit of stress.
The next day in Marseille, our boarding went smoothly. We were surprised by the large number of passengers. We later learned that 1,300 people had boarded in Marseille. Since the ship wasn’t full (between 2,300 and 2,500 passengers), the French were in the majority (a rare occurrence). We noticed during the cruise that the French are just as loud as the Italians. The only upside? At least we could understand what was being said.
More to come later.....
Our departure nearly went wrong. The ship was leaving Marseille on Friday, December 22 at 2:00 PM, and we were told to be at the port by 10:30 AM. This unusual departure time meant we had to travel to Marseille the day before (since we live in the Paris area). So, we booked a flight from Orly to Marseille on the 21st at 5:15 PM. But December 21 was a particularly rough day in France with a big snowstorm. And as everyone knows, planes and trains don’t handle snow very well. At Orly, in the waiting area, everyone was anxious as the minutes ticked by. The departure time kept getting pushed back in 15-minute increments. They eventually let us board the plane with no guarantees. Once inside, the captain announced we were waiting for a takeoff slot. About an hour later, he said the plane needed de-icing and the wait could be long since airport staff were overwhelmed. Miraculously, after what felt like forever, the de-icing truck finally arrived, and we took off—over two hours late. When we landed in Marseille, the terminal was practically empty. Luckily, our hotel wasn’t too far away.
We later found out that passengers who took the train were even less lucky—trains were canceled. Later, at our table, we met a neighbor who had boarded in Malaga by plane because his Paris-Marseille train had turned back. He’d incurred extra costs, lost two days of the cruise, and had quite a bit of stress.
The next day in Marseille, our boarding went smoothly. We were surprised by the large number of passengers. We later learned that 1,300 people had boarded in Marseille. Since the ship wasn’t full (between 2,300 and 2,500 passengers), the French were in the majority (a rare occurrence). We noticed during the cruise that the French are just as loud as the Italians. The only upside? At least we could understand what was being said.
More to come later.....
A long journey around Australia
Sunday, October 1st, 2023
Mulhouse-London
We dumped our trash on our neighbors. We hugged, overflowing with emotion. Then Léa from Taxis S showed up. She knows us well. For ages, she’s been our driver. She was practically the official taxiwoman for the trips of the company where Dom and I met. She knew us when we were single! Almost teenagers! She knows everyone and fills in the biographies of people we’d forgotten.
Across the street, while we loaded the luggage, S., perched in his window frame, waved a handkerchief. This wasn’t just any trip.
Then things got tricky. It’s funny how fate sinks its teeth into our happy moments—there’s this whole intermediate phase where the poison seeps in unnoticed because you’re still in the dark...
First, there was a delay on our flight to London. Dom immediately went on high alert, while I stayed calm. In my mind, we had two hours. I knew we had to go from Terminal 5 to Terminal 4, but two hours—come on, that’s plenty, right?
Bad calculation! Because those two hours were between the first flight’s landing and the second’s takeoff. But flights close at least half an hour before departure. Getting from one terminal to another means taking a shuttle bus. We waited for the one going to Terminal 4... until a young guy paid to direct people (who hadn’t seen us) informed us it was no longer possible to access Terminal 4 without going through Terminal 2 first for a connection! That really cranked up the pressure. We started installing a mental countdown with a programmed explosion at the end—guaranteed stress with added beads of sweat. The terminal bus was driven by a young Pakistani guy. We were *so* tense we bombarded him with our frantic, repetitive questions. “So? When are we getting there? What’s happening? Why aren’t we moving?” Our eyes were glued to our watches. The poor guy knew. Perfectly. Because it was obvious—no way around it. We weren’t going to make it. It was impossible. But Dom and I stubbornly refused to believe it. Then the kid stopped the bus. Me, hysterical: “What are you doing? What’s going on? Our plane takes off in... in... 4 minutes!!!! We’re gonna miss iiiiiit!” He wasn’t calm either. “You’ve already missed it!” He explained we had to cross a zone that required an escort car to clear a path through the runways. Impossible to do without. It’s forbidden. We had to WAIT (!!!). Then he got a radio call—he had to rush to Terminal 3 to pick up a passenger who was *super* tight on time. “Amir!!!! It’s RIGHT NOW!” they yelled in his already-red ears, thanks to the complaints of two hysterical Frenchies. Dom and I were in overdrive, hallucinating! We wanted to stop him, maybe even hit him to prevent him from turning around. He picked up the girl, whom we instantly hated like the most despicable witch. I turned on my data, searched for Malaysia Airlines’ number at Terminal 4, called, and actually got someone—quite a feat. A woman cut off my frantic rambling with a blunt “It’s over, the check-in is closed, the plane is about to take off.” I heard her but refused to accept it. I yelled, “We’re coming!” She shot back her monolithic “It’s over.” Finally at the doors of that damn Terminal 4, we ran—*really* ran—a marathon, Gate 6, security checks, pat-downs, “Take off your belts,” we asked questions, everyone seemed confident, we ran with one hand holding up our pants, the other clutching our belt, Gate 6—the room was empty. A girl was sitting there, calmly on the phone. We pounced on her. She calmed us down. Little by little, the light came back. Our brains rebooted. We finally understood it was over. We’d have to start crafting a new plan with the new reality. It started with a return to Terminal 5 to talk to British Airways, which took a good hour. With the same driver as before. We were alone with him. He took the time to apologize, to assure us it wasn’t his fault, that our problem had no solution, that nothing could’ve changed the outcome. At BA, we were exhausted. We were greeted by a handsome young man in a navy-blue uniform with gold stripes everywhere. We could’ve made a scene, but we were just relieved to find someone who’d take charge of our story. It was a minimal response, but it was *a* response. I suppose we could’ve demanded a business-class upgrade or a free trip, but we were just happy with a few vouchers for food, a hotel room with breakfast, and a little bag with plastic toys, a razor, toothbrush, hygiene products, and a T-shirt... Trinkets... But we were fine with it all—we said thank you eagerly because the essential was assured. He found us seats on flights tomorrow. *Tomorrow.* We were afraid to hope! We had the exact same flights but a day later. The same crappy times, but it was all good. We felt saved from the shipwreck, like survivors. - And what about the luggage? - .... !!!!
Monday, October 2nd, 2023 London - Kuala Lumpur
It wasn’t the Ritz, but with exhaustion on our side, we slept well. The continental breakfast was way better than we’d expected from an Ibis Budget. Still, it wasn’t enough to restore my joy for life. The course correction had turned into an arduous obstacle course. I scoured the car rental site every which way. Couldn’t reschedule the car. I’d done it before, but this time... Not to mention the laptop battery was complaining—the Brits have this quirk of making their power outlets incompatible with our chargers. Frustrated, I called them but ended up with a girl who declared herself incompetent and offered to have someone from Avis in Perth call me back—someone who’d supposedly handle rentals better. I decided to wait while taking a bath. Barely settled in, the phone rang. I was soaking wet, of course, and asked Dom to answer. Unfortunately, she’s known for disliking my phone, and in a clumsy move, she hung up. We got annoyed. She put dry towels on the edge of the bathtub, but—another false move—they fell in the water. The phone rang again... I completely redid the plans for the next two days, then transferred the files to my phone to consult them later offline. I plugged in my USB cable... *Plop!* The battery died abruptly—my PC shut down without any of the usual polite warnings! I looked around, hoping to find someone to strangle... Long story short, you can tell the day started under the worst omens. I was in a foul mood and spread my bad vibes to Dominique, who was initially in much better spirits... I called Mastercard, hoping to get a refund for the non-refundable night in Perth we’d already paid for. Same old song: “We’ll call you back”... Then... I’ll cut it short—buses, trains, lots of waiting... We rushed to reach the infamous Terminal 4.
We tried new options and convinced ourselves that a delayed departure flight is unrecoverable, no matter the scenario. We were furious that BA hadn’t bothered to tell us, leaving us to run around like rats in a burning house.
Tuesday, October 3rd, 2023 Kuala Lumpur-Perth
The flight was pretty nice. 13 hours, though. Dom and I were facing each other across the aisle. We could get up easily whenever we wanted without bothering anyone and chat when we felt like it. Besides, their chicken was amazing. They were kind enough to offer Dom a truly remarkable glass of rum. Good movies too, including the excellent *Prisoners* by Denis Villeneuve. At KL, during boarding, we developed a nagging worry about our luggage. We checked with some Malaysian Airlines staff. I sensed their hesitation. They made calls. Then changed their minds, giving us smiles and thumbs up...
Wednesday, October 4th, 2023 Perth
*Happy is the man who, like Ulysses, has had a fine voyage.* Well, for us, it wasn’t that. Finally arrived, we experienced the loneliness of tourists watching the baggage carousel spin, emptying of its precious containers one by one, until only a handful of travelers were left, staring at each other in disbelief. Without luggage, you’re kinda screwed. Not even a change of socks—our feet had been swimming in the same shoes for 3 days. No adapter, so no laptop. No toiletries. We could’ve cried! The lost luggage guy played his part. If you want compensation, fill out the disclaimer on the website made for that. And then, “Don’t worry, your luggage will arrive tomorrow!” “Don’t worry?!” From the start of the trip, we’ve been jerked around, fed lies. Tomorrow is the *absolute* last chance to get them back. Beyond that, we’d have to scramble a whole new trip. And lose a lot in the process! I have no idea how to go about it. Tomorrow... OMG... Tomorrow... We landed at 1 AM. Avis, the car rental place, opens at 6:30. Luckily, we found some decent breakfast. It cheered us up and gave us a second wind. Incorrigible, we started believing again! Well, then we just killed time. What else was there to do?
In front of Avis’s little shack, we were freezing. We’d been there since dawn. The girl who showed up, a Latina, immediately saw us as a nuisance who’d ruin her hopes of a peaceful start. Her face and tone were as unwelcoming as possible. You know us—it ended with hugs. She gave us a gorgeous, brand-new car! A hybrid with ultra-sophisticated features, all buttons you shouldn’t touch if you want to drive this thing without causing irreparable damage! We’re off! Driving on the left is easy at first. You think about it constantly. It’s counterintuitive, it takes effort. It’s later, when you get used to it and confidence sets in, that it becomes dangerous—old reflexes can send you into a wall. Anyway, the car and I immediately clicked.
In Perth, underground parking next to the hotel, friendly welcome—we ended up forgetting all the morning’s mishaps. Should we go sightseeing?
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Across the street, while we loaded the luggage, S., perched in his window frame, waved a handkerchief. This wasn’t just any trip.
Then things got tricky. It’s funny how fate sinks its teeth into our happy moments—there’s this whole intermediate phase where the poison seeps in unnoticed because you’re still in the dark...
First, there was a delay on our flight to London. Dom immediately went on high alert, while I stayed calm. In my mind, we had two hours. I knew we had to go from Terminal 5 to Terminal 4, but two hours—come on, that’s plenty, right?
Bad calculation! Because those two hours were between the first flight’s landing and the second’s takeoff. But flights close at least half an hour before departure. Getting from one terminal to another means taking a shuttle bus. We waited for the one going to Terminal 4... until a young guy paid to direct people (who hadn’t seen us) informed us it was no longer possible to access Terminal 4 without going through Terminal 2 first for a connection! That really cranked up the pressure. We started installing a mental countdown with a programmed explosion at the end—guaranteed stress with added beads of sweat. The terminal bus was driven by a young Pakistani guy. We were *so* tense we bombarded him with our frantic, repetitive questions. “So? When are we getting there? What’s happening? Why aren’t we moving?” Our eyes were glued to our watches. The poor guy knew. Perfectly. Because it was obvious—no way around it. We weren’t going to make it. It was impossible. But Dom and I stubbornly refused to believe it. Then the kid stopped the bus. Me, hysterical: “What are you doing? What’s going on? Our plane takes off in... in... 4 minutes!!!! We’re gonna miss iiiiiit!” He wasn’t calm either. “You’ve already missed it!” He explained we had to cross a zone that required an escort car to clear a path through the runways. Impossible to do without. It’s forbidden. We had to WAIT (!!!). Then he got a radio call—he had to rush to Terminal 3 to pick up a passenger who was *super* tight on time. “Amir!!!! It’s RIGHT NOW!” they yelled in his already-red ears, thanks to the complaints of two hysterical Frenchies. Dom and I were in overdrive, hallucinating! We wanted to stop him, maybe even hit him to prevent him from turning around. He picked up the girl, whom we instantly hated like the most despicable witch. I turned on my data, searched for Malaysia Airlines’ number at Terminal 4, called, and actually got someone—quite a feat. A woman cut off my frantic rambling with a blunt “It’s over, the check-in is closed, the plane is about to take off.” I heard her but refused to accept it. I yelled, “We’re coming!” She shot back her monolithic “It’s over.” Finally at the doors of that damn Terminal 4, we ran—*really* ran—a marathon, Gate 6, security checks, pat-downs, “Take off your belts,” we asked questions, everyone seemed confident, we ran with one hand holding up our pants, the other clutching our belt, Gate 6—the room was empty. A girl was sitting there, calmly on the phone. We pounced on her. She calmed us down. Little by little, the light came back. Our brains rebooted. We finally understood it was over. We’d have to start crafting a new plan with the new reality. It started with a return to Terminal 5 to talk to British Airways, which took a good hour. With the same driver as before. We were alone with him. He took the time to apologize, to assure us it wasn’t his fault, that our problem had no solution, that nothing could’ve changed the outcome. At BA, we were exhausted. We were greeted by a handsome young man in a navy-blue uniform with gold stripes everywhere. We could’ve made a scene, but we were just relieved to find someone who’d take charge of our story. It was a minimal response, but it was *a* response. I suppose we could’ve demanded a business-class upgrade or a free trip, but we were just happy with a few vouchers for food, a hotel room with breakfast, and a little bag with plastic toys, a razor, toothbrush, hygiene products, and a T-shirt... Trinkets... But we were fine with it all—we said thank you eagerly because the essential was assured. He found us seats on flights tomorrow. *Tomorrow.* We were afraid to hope! We had the exact same flights but a day later. The same crappy times, but it was all good. We felt saved from the shipwreck, like survivors. - And what about the luggage? - .... !!!!
Monday, October 2nd, 2023 London - Kuala Lumpur
It wasn’t the Ritz, but with exhaustion on our side, we slept well. The continental breakfast was way better than we’d expected from an Ibis Budget. Still, it wasn’t enough to restore my joy for life. The course correction had turned into an arduous obstacle course. I scoured the car rental site every which way. Couldn’t reschedule the car. I’d done it before, but this time... Not to mention the laptop battery was complaining—the Brits have this quirk of making their power outlets incompatible with our chargers. Frustrated, I called them but ended up with a girl who declared herself incompetent and offered to have someone from Avis in Perth call me back—someone who’d supposedly handle rentals better. I decided to wait while taking a bath. Barely settled in, the phone rang. I was soaking wet, of course, and asked Dom to answer. Unfortunately, she’s known for disliking my phone, and in a clumsy move, she hung up. We got annoyed. She put dry towels on the edge of the bathtub, but—another false move—they fell in the water. The phone rang again... I completely redid the plans for the next two days, then transferred the files to my phone to consult them later offline. I plugged in my USB cable... *Plop!* The battery died abruptly—my PC shut down without any of the usual polite warnings! I looked around, hoping to find someone to strangle... Long story short, you can tell the day started under the worst omens. I was in a foul mood and spread my bad vibes to Dominique, who was initially in much better spirits... I called Mastercard, hoping to get a refund for the non-refundable night in Perth we’d already paid for. Same old song: “We’ll call you back”... Then... I’ll cut it short—buses, trains, lots of waiting... We rushed to reach the infamous Terminal 4.
We tried new options and convinced ourselves that a delayed departure flight is unrecoverable, no matter the scenario. We were furious that BA hadn’t bothered to tell us, leaving us to run around like rats in a burning house.
Tuesday, October 3rd, 2023 Kuala Lumpur-Perth
The flight was pretty nice. 13 hours, though. Dom and I were facing each other across the aisle. We could get up easily whenever we wanted without bothering anyone and chat when we felt like it. Besides, their chicken was amazing. They were kind enough to offer Dom a truly remarkable glass of rum. Good movies too, including the excellent *Prisoners* by Denis Villeneuve. At KL, during boarding, we developed a nagging worry about our luggage. We checked with some Malaysian Airlines staff. I sensed their hesitation. They made calls. Then changed their minds, giving us smiles and thumbs up...
Wednesday, October 4th, 2023 Perth
*Happy is the man who, like Ulysses, has had a fine voyage.* Well, for us, it wasn’t that. Finally arrived, we experienced the loneliness of tourists watching the baggage carousel spin, emptying of its precious containers one by one, until only a handful of travelers were left, staring at each other in disbelief. Without luggage, you’re kinda screwed. Not even a change of socks—our feet had been swimming in the same shoes for 3 days. No adapter, so no laptop. No toiletries. We could’ve cried! The lost luggage guy played his part. If you want compensation, fill out the disclaimer on the website made for that. And then, “Don’t worry, your luggage will arrive tomorrow!” “Don’t worry?!” From the start of the trip, we’ve been jerked around, fed lies. Tomorrow is the *absolute* last chance to get them back. Beyond that, we’d have to scramble a whole new trip. And lose a lot in the process! I have no idea how to go about it. Tomorrow... OMG... Tomorrow... We landed at 1 AM. Avis, the car rental place, opens at 6:30. Luckily, we found some decent breakfast. It cheered us up and gave us a second wind. Incorrigible, we started believing again! Well, then we just killed time. What else was there to do?
In front of Avis’s little shack, we were freezing. We’d been there since dawn. The girl who showed up, a Latina, immediately saw us as a nuisance who’d ruin her hopes of a peaceful start. Her face and tone were as unwelcoming as possible. You know us—it ended with hugs. She gave us a gorgeous, brand-new car! A hybrid with ultra-sophisticated features, all buttons you shouldn’t touch if you want to drive this thing without causing irreparable damage! We’re off! Driving on the left is easy at first. You think about it constantly. It’s counterintuitive, it takes effort. It’s later, when you get used to it and confidence sets in, that it becomes dangerous—old reflexes can send you into a wall. Anyway, the car and I immediately clicked.
In Perth, underground parking next to the hotel, friendly welcome—we ended up forgetting all the morning’s mishaps. Should we go sightseeing?
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Southwest Part 2: 55 Days in Colorado, New Mexico, Arizona, Nevada, and Utah
This travel journal is the second part of the trip whose first part you can find here: 1st part...
Sunday, August 7: the day we discover a magical place... Edmaier's Secret...
We got up at 8:00 AM, had breakfast on the terrace of our tiny house, and then set off again toward yesterday’s trail. This time, we stopped after 4.5 miles on House Rock Valley Road at the Buckskin Gulch Trail parking lot. We weren’t interested in that trail today—the slot canyon is muddy anyway after the recent storms...
Instead, we explored a lesser-known area that became our playground. And what a playground it was, folks—an out-of-this-world spot, THE highlight of our trip!!! 😏
Just imagine being in the middle of these landscapes, and the cherry on top... no one else around!!!!! Well, we did meet a couple who were coming back—it was 9:30 AM 😮. Did they camp there? Did they turn back? 🙁
After paying the entry permit online, we set off with plenty of water (6L for the four of us) plus a gallon we hid along the way for the return trip. 😉 After a one-hour approach hike along a wash, we reached the sea of sand.
We had to cross it to reach our goal: a strip about 2 km long and 1 km wide that you can explore freely since there’s no marked trail... We entered a few GPS points into our Garmin Etrex, and off we went!!! 😎 It was... magical, enchanting, a true love-at-first-sight moment!
Brain Rock, waves, fine and brittle rock, colors—it goes up, it goes down.
Just thinking about it gives me chills... I remember sitting still for two minutes, taking in these wonders with such emotion that I teared up...
Sunday, August 7: the day we discover a magical place... Edmaier's Secret...
We got up at 8:00 AM, had breakfast on the terrace of our tiny house, and then set off again toward yesterday’s trail. This time, we stopped after 4.5 miles on House Rock Valley Road at the Buckskin Gulch Trail parking lot. We weren’t interested in that trail today—the slot canyon is muddy anyway after the recent storms...
Instead, we explored a lesser-known area that became our playground. And what a playground it was, folks—an out-of-this-world spot, THE highlight of our trip!!! 😏
Just imagine being in the middle of these landscapes, and the cherry on top... no one else around!!!!! Well, we did meet a couple who were coming back—it was 9:30 AM 😮. Did they camp there? Did they turn back? 🙁
After paying the entry permit online, we set off with plenty of water (6L for the four of us) plus a gallon we hid along the way for the return trip. 😉 After a one-hour approach hike along a wash, we reached the sea of sand.
We had to cross it to reach our goal: a strip about 2 km long and 1 km wide that you can explore freely since there’s no marked trail... We entered a few GPS points into our Garmin Etrex, and off we went!!! 😎 It was... magical, enchanting, a true love-at-first-sight moment!
Brain Rock, waves, fine and brittle rock, colors—it goes up, it goes down.
Just thinking about it gives me chills... I remember sitting still for two minutes, taking in these wonders with such emotion that I teared up...
Recap of 6 weeks in Sumatra April-May 2024
Sumatra at a leisurely pace, from mid-April to the end of May—pure bliss!
Outbound/inbound flight to Kuala Lumpur to reach Medan, then our stops: Medan - Berastaggi - Toba / Ambarita - Ketambe - Pulau Nias / Teluk Dalam - Bukittinggi - Harau Valley - Padang / Rimba.
A journey shaped by the ethnic groups: the Bataks around Berastaggi and Toba, the Ono Niha on Nias Island, and the Minangkabaus starting from Bukittinggi. Christians in the north and Muslims in a matrilineal society at the end of the trip. Rare animals in their natural habitat, orangutans in the canopy and hawksbill turtles within snorkeling distance.
Though Sumatra isn’t a hotspot for Western tourists, it’s incredibly easy to explore Indonesia’s largest island.
Since there were four of us and the journeys are very long (avg. 30 km/h), we opted for taxis between regions and rented scooters on-site; 3 days trekking in the primary forest of Gunung Leuser and guesthouses for accommodation the rest of the time, meals at local warungs.
As I struggled to find info on Nias Island before our trip (thanks to Filemich for reassuring me about this stop), I’ll focus on this destination!
We took an overnight ferry (https://www.wjl-line.com) from Sibolga to Teluk Dalam, in a 4-person cabin, and stayed at Taman Baloho Indah guesthouse, a bit outside the town and by the Indian Ocean—I highly recommend it. You can reach Erwin, the owner (a name from Dutch colonization), via WhatsApp at +62 812 6074 2874. He rents scooters and can also take you fishing if you ask, then you get to enjoy the fish cooked by his wife.
Thanks to our guide Nitra (WhatsApp: +62 822 1383 9300), a young woman passionate about her history, we explored the east coast to visit a megalithic site, then crisscrossed the island’s interior for several days, from village to village, all still very traditional. She lives in Bawomataluo, the most famous of them. She was our gateway to her world, its rituals, and customs. We spent a week on the island—absolute heaven!
Don’t hesitate to ask me about places, accommodations, or contacts for taxis or guides from our long stay—I’d be happy to answer!
Three weeks in Norway (July 2022): fantastic memories despite the rain
Our trip to Norway was two years ago already, but I thought it might still be of interest—and it’ll let me relive it a bit by proxy.
Before booking our flight tickets, we debated the route: should we prioritize the north with the Lofoten and Senja islands, or the south with its countless fjords? I was tempted to stay in the south—the country is so vast, and the drive north is long... but my husband really didn’t want to miss the Lofoten. In the end, we figured that since Norway is known for being expensive, we might only visit once (funny how we said the same thing before our first trip to the American West, and look how that turned out 😎), so we didn’t want to skip anything. That meant a 2–3 day drive up north. With 22 days on the ground, it was doable. Especially since, as usual, we skip big cities and gave Oslo a pass.
Practical details: - Flight tickets: 1195 € for 4 with Air France (Paris–Oslo outbound, Tromsø–Bergen–Paris return) - Car rental: 2020 € for 21 days (including the outrageous drop-off fee between Oslo and Tromsø—about 1000 €) - Tolls and ferries: 250 € for the portion billed directly by the rental company. Some ferries required advance booking and payment at the time of reservation—I’ll note their prices as I go through the story. - Hotels: 4135 €, averaging 188 € per night. We blew past our usual budgets from trips to the U.S., but oh well... - Food: 1570 €, averaging 71 € per day for 4 in a country where everything’s expensive... How’d we manage? We rarely ate out, mostly grocery shopped, and even packed half a suitcase with non-perishables: pasta, rice, a few cans, and even some cured sausage! We also stayed 3 nights at Clarion Collection hotels, where an evening buffet was included in the room rate.
Before booking our flight tickets, we debated the route: should we prioritize the north with the Lofoten and Senja islands, or the south with its countless fjords? I was tempted to stay in the south—the country is so vast, and the drive north is long... but my husband really didn’t want to miss the Lofoten. In the end, we figured that since Norway is known for being expensive, we might only visit once (funny how we said the same thing before our first trip to the American West, and look how that turned out 😎), so we didn’t want to skip anything. That meant a 2–3 day drive up north. With 22 days on the ground, it was doable. Especially since, as usual, we skip big cities and gave Oslo a pass.
Practical details: - Flight tickets: 1195 € for 4 with Air France (Paris–Oslo outbound, Tromsø–Bergen–Paris return) - Car rental: 2020 € for 21 days (including the outrageous drop-off fee between Oslo and Tromsø—about 1000 €) - Tolls and ferries: 250 € for the portion billed directly by the rental company. Some ferries required advance booking and payment at the time of reservation—I’ll note their prices as I go through the story. - Hotels: 4135 €, averaging 188 € per night. We blew past our usual budgets from trips to the U.S., but oh well... - Food: 1570 €, averaging 71 € per day for 4 in a country where everything’s expensive... How’d we manage? We rarely ate out, mostly grocery shopped, and even packed half a suitcase with non-perishables: pasta, rice, a few cans, and even some cured sausage! We also stayed 3 nights at Clarion Collection hotels, where an evening buffet was included in the room rate.
Modification insurance with Edreams
Supposedly modification insurance = big scam, let me explain:Hello,
I’ve been an Edreams customer for decades, spending tens of thousands of euros with them. For this latest trip, we knew our departure date but weren’t sure about the exact return date. So, we booked tickets supposedly "Modifiable sans frais" (fee-free modifiable).
We left on September 3rd, and a week before the initially booked return date, we finalized our schedule. I went to my booking to make the change. And then... I found out that if you’ve already taken your outbound flight, you can no longer modify the return flight!!!!!!!
Like most people, I didn’t read the long, complicated, and tedious fine print in the terms and conditions—which I later took the time to go through. Here’s an excerpt: "Flexible Name Guarantee Our Superflex fare includes a Flexible Name Guarantee that allows customers to change the full name of one of the passengers on their flight tickets. This contractual guarantee takes effect at the time of booking and expires 24 hours before the start of the trip, determined by the date and time of departure of the first flight included in the booking."
In short, I paid an extra 500 € for this insurance (for 4 tickets) that’s absolutely useless.
In my opinion, when I book a modifiable ticket, it’s PRECISELY BECAUSE I KNEW I’D NEED TO CHANGE MY DATE ONCE I ARRIVED AT MY DESTINATION.
But I learned that this insurance stops 24 hours before departure.
So, if you’re thinking of changing your return dates after you’ve already taken your outbound flight, well, this insurance won’t work—and they make sure not to clearly explain that to you.
So, dear EDREAMS, thank you for being my booking portal for 15 years. I’ve traveled all over the world (74 countries visited—who can top that?), spent a fortune on your site, and I’m saying "Adios". On top of that, I’ll take care of your online reputation since it’s my job (digital marketing).
Hasta la vista
I’ve been an Edreams customer for decades, spending tens of thousands of euros with them. For this latest trip, we knew our departure date but weren’t sure about the exact return date. So, we booked tickets supposedly "Modifiable sans frais" (fee-free modifiable).
We left on September 3rd, and a week before the initially booked return date, we finalized our schedule. I went to my booking to make the change. And then... I found out that if you’ve already taken your outbound flight, you can no longer modify the return flight!!!!!!!
Like most people, I didn’t read the long, complicated, and tedious fine print in the terms and conditions—which I later took the time to go through. Here’s an excerpt: "Flexible Name Guarantee Our Superflex fare includes a Flexible Name Guarantee that allows customers to change the full name of one of the passengers on their flight tickets. This contractual guarantee takes effect at the time of booking and expires 24 hours before the start of the trip, determined by the date and time of departure of the first flight included in the booking."
In short, I paid an extra 500 € for this insurance (for 4 tickets) that’s absolutely useless.
In my opinion, when I book a modifiable ticket, it’s PRECISELY BECAUSE I KNEW I’D NEED TO CHANGE MY DATE ONCE I ARRIVED AT MY DESTINATION.
But I learned that this insurance stops 24 hours before departure.
So, if you’re thinking of changing your return dates after you’ve already taken your outbound flight, well, this insurance won’t work—and they make sure not to clearly explain that to you.
So, dear EDREAMS, thank you for being my booking portal for 15 years. I’ve traveled all over the world (74 countries visited—who can top that?), spent a fortune on your site, and I’m saying "Adios". On top of that, I’ll take care of your online reputation since it’s my job (digital marketing).
Hasta la vista
A "relaxed" 16-day tour of Corsica in autumn 2024
CORSICA From September 24, 2024 to October 9, 2024
Thank you, thank you, thank you for reactivating my favorite forum, which has given me so many ideas for my trips since... 2008—it’s been ages, as they say!
So, to celebrate its return, I’m sharing this little travel journal from our latest road trip, not too long ago, since it was Corsica in the autumn.
Autumn is the ideal season to visit Corsica: fewer tourists, perfect temperatures around 25°C, and, most importantly, less stress on the roads. You can feel it everywhere. Servers and shopkeepers are more relaxed and have time to chat (yes, Corsicans do talk... but not all of them!)
09/24 Arrival in Erbalunga Whether you're from northern France or Belgium, like us, the easiest way to reach the Isle of Beauty is by flying from Lille-Lesquin Airport. Volotea offers two destinations: Bastia and Ajaccio. Be careful, though—while the ticket prices are attractive, the airline makes up for it with baggage fees. A 25kg suitcase for 212 €—that really drives up the cost of transportation! For us, it’ll be Bastia. After this short flight and an arrival that lets you clearly see the east coast of Cap Corse, we’re welcomed by our friend Jean-Claude, who’s kindly hosting us for a few days. We met this Corsican and his wife during our four-year stay in French Guiana, and I have to say, he completely changed my opinion of Corsicans and even made me want to visit his island. The house, clinging to the rock above the sea, is stunning and offers a breathtaking view of the island of Elba. I’d always heard of Elba but must admit I wouldn’t have known where to place it before. We’ll stay here for five nights, long enough to explore the north of the island.
Since we’ve just arrived, Jean-Claude wants to show us his village, ERLALUNGA, a quiet little port, and the small village of CASTELLO above it, where he spent a lot of time in his childhood...
09/24 Arrival in Erbalunga Whether you're from northern France or Belgium, like us, the easiest way to reach the Isle of Beauty is by flying from Lille-Lesquin Airport. Volotea offers two destinations: Bastia and Ajaccio. Be careful, though—while the ticket prices are attractive, the airline makes up for it with baggage fees. A 25kg suitcase for 212 €—that really drives up the cost of transportation! For us, it’ll be Bastia. After this short flight and an arrival that lets you clearly see the east coast of Cap Corse, we’re welcomed by our friend Jean-Claude, who’s kindly hosting us for a few days. We met this Corsican and his wife during our four-year stay in French Guiana, and I have to say, he completely changed my opinion of Corsicans and even made me want to visit his island. The house, clinging to the rock above the sea, is stunning and offers a breathtaking view of the island of Elba. I’d always heard of Elba but must admit I wouldn’t have known where to place it before. We’ll stay here for five nights, long enough to explore the north of the island.
Since we’ve just arrived, Jean-Claude wants to show us his village, ERLALUNGA, a quiet little port, and the small village of CASTELLO above it, where he spent a lot of time in his childhood...
Ferry crossing from France or Spain to Morocco
Hi everyone, we’d like to go to Morocco for the first time around April, preferably from France or Spain. Which departure port would you recommend, and for arrival in Morocco, are there any ports that are better? I’ve read that some arrival ports aren’t very safe. Thanks for your advice!
Anyone coming back from Holguin?
Hi fellow travelers, I’m sending this little message to ask if anyone is coming back from Holguin in Cuba, and how the temperature is over there? Did they have any water outages in that area? And regarding money exchange, is it better to exchange into Cuban or US currency? Sorry for asking these questions, as it’s been a few years since I’ve been to Cuba. Do they still require proof of COVID vaccination, since COVID has been making a gradual comeback here? Thanks for reading!
Dated November 4, 2024
Travel health insurance (Uzbekistan)
Hi there,
I feel like a total newbie—I’ve never really thought about this before, beyond repatriation—what happens if I get seriously ill or injured abroad? Thankfully, it’s never happened to me.
But now I’d like to cover my bases.
Do you know of any insurance providers, or where to look and how to choose one, that covers potential hospitalization costs, specifically in Uzbekistan?
I don’t even know if this kind of coverage is tied to a specific destination, in Europe (France?), or if it’s arranged directly in the country... 🤪
Catherine
I feel like a total newbie—I’ve never really thought about this before, beyond repatriation—what happens if I get seriously ill or injured abroad? Thankfully, it’s never happened to me.
But now I’d like to cover my bases.
Do you know of any insurance providers, or where to look and how to choose one, that covers potential hospitalization costs, specifically in Uzbekistan?
I don’t even know if this kind of coverage is tied to a specific destination, in Europe (France?), or if it’s arranged directly in the country... 🤪
Catherine
Father's authorization to leave France with a minor
Hello,
I’m a divorced mom with a 12-year-old, planning to take the train from France to London for a 5-day trip over Christmas.
My question: is it mandatory to present the father’s authorization (which I’ll probably never get)?
I’ve heard so many different stories from people who’ve already traveled—I’m totally lost.
Please share your experiences!
Have a great day
Have a great day
Solo woman in Uzbekistan
Hello everyone, after our trip was canceled due to COVID, I’ve decided to travel alone at 66 since my husband is no longer healthy enough to join me. I speak a little English and, while I’m taking this trip as a challenge, I’ll admit it stresses me out a bit. I’ll be leaving in May for 3 weeks. If it’s easy to plan the route and accommodations with Airbnb, I’m a little worried about transportation. Do you think it’s better to hire a guide for visiting the cities? I’d love all your tips. Corinne
Majorque, rien que pour vos yeux English translation pending
Salut à tous,
Dimanche pluvieux, rentrée dans 2 jours, des masques partout, bref ambiance sinistrose à fond😕... alors je me suis dit qu'il est tant de me replonger dans les photos de Majorque et de vous en faire profiter afin d'égayer (je l'espère) les jours à venir 🙂
Majorque... Franchement cette destination ne m'a jamais fait rêver. Les Baléares, dans mon imaginaire personnel, c'était un peu les vacances Fram pas chères, de la bidasse au bord de la plage et train de siroter des mauvais cocktails, et de la jeunesse encannaillée en boite de nuit au son des boum boum boum...
Cet été, on projetait d'aller en Sicile. Nous c'est Papa, Maman, notre p'tit gars de 10 ans, et notre princesse de 6 ans. Et j'étais plus particulièrement motivé par les îles éoliennes, qui est un des must de la plongée méditerranéenne (ah oui, je suis plongeur, alors c'est toujours un critère obligé de nos destinations de vacances 😎) avec des décors volcaniques qui semblaient magiques. Mais pour différentes raisons, celà ne s'est pas fait. Alors quand ma femme, ayant vu le blog d'une instagrameuse, m'a parlé de Majorque à la place des Eoliennes, j'ai plutôt bondi... Elle a insisté, j'ai cédé, on a acheté le Lonely Planet, et j'ai commencé, toujours peu motivé, à le feuilleter... Et là, ce que je lisais n'était pas du tout en phase avec l'image d'Epinal que j'en avais... Majorque était décrit comme un écrin naturel, à base de criques turquoises, montagnes plongeant dans la mer, petits villages, plantations d'agrumes... Et de très beau coin à plongée, notamment pas mal de grottes autour du Cap de Formentor. Destination parfaite pour allier plaisir des enfants et des parents 🙂 Alors j'ai dit banco !
Un chaine montagneuse (Sierra de Tramontana) couvre la cote Ouest de l'île et se termine par le Cap de Formentor, avec nombreuses criques, parfois sauvages, un peu partout. Le Nord est formé de 2 grandes baies (celles de Pollenca et Alcudia). L'Est est très bétonné ; de belles criques mais pas vraiment sauvages. Le Sud c'est essentiellement la baie de Palma où s'entassent les jeunes anglais et allemands venus ce retourner la tête... Pas grand chose à voir au centre.
Alors on a préparé celà gentiment. Etant donné que nous ciblions la découverte du Nord et de l'Ouest de l'île , on a ciblé un logement dans la région de Sa Pobla, proche de la baie de Pollenca. Billets Transavia en poche en février pour un départ en Juillet, réservation d'une villa par Air b'n'b, il n'y avait plus qu'à... Et la Covid est arrivé🏴☠️. On n'a rien annulé, on a a serré les fesses, et finalement on est passé entre les gouttes. Nos vols ont été maintenus aux dates et horaires prévus.
La dernière chose à faire était la réservation de la voiture de location, faite au dernier moment. Oubliez les prestataires institutionnels, il y a une multitude d'agences locales à l'aéroport de Majorque. On est passé par Wiber, RAS
Et ces deux semaines furent incroyables. Un vrai choc, je ne m'attendais pas à une telle beauté à 1h30 de vol de Paris 😛
Je vais vous raconter, et surtout vous montrer tout celà, tranquillement 😉
Dimanche pluvieux, rentrée dans 2 jours, des masques partout, bref ambiance sinistrose à fond😕... alors je me suis dit qu'il est tant de me replonger dans les photos de Majorque et de vous en faire profiter afin d'égayer (je l'espère) les jours à venir 🙂
Majorque... Franchement cette destination ne m'a jamais fait rêver. Les Baléares, dans mon imaginaire personnel, c'était un peu les vacances Fram pas chères, de la bidasse au bord de la plage et train de siroter des mauvais cocktails, et de la jeunesse encannaillée en boite de nuit au son des boum boum boum...
Cet été, on projetait d'aller en Sicile. Nous c'est Papa, Maman, notre p'tit gars de 10 ans, et notre princesse de 6 ans. Et j'étais plus particulièrement motivé par les îles éoliennes, qui est un des must de la plongée méditerranéenne (ah oui, je suis plongeur, alors c'est toujours un critère obligé de nos destinations de vacances 😎) avec des décors volcaniques qui semblaient magiques. Mais pour différentes raisons, celà ne s'est pas fait. Alors quand ma femme, ayant vu le blog d'une instagrameuse, m'a parlé de Majorque à la place des Eoliennes, j'ai plutôt bondi... Elle a insisté, j'ai cédé, on a acheté le Lonely Planet, et j'ai commencé, toujours peu motivé, à le feuilleter... Et là, ce que je lisais n'était pas du tout en phase avec l'image d'Epinal que j'en avais... Majorque était décrit comme un écrin naturel, à base de criques turquoises, montagnes plongeant dans la mer, petits villages, plantations d'agrumes... Et de très beau coin à plongée, notamment pas mal de grottes autour du Cap de Formentor. Destination parfaite pour allier plaisir des enfants et des parents 🙂 Alors j'ai dit banco !
Un chaine montagneuse (Sierra de Tramontana) couvre la cote Ouest de l'île et se termine par le Cap de Formentor, avec nombreuses criques, parfois sauvages, un peu partout. Le Nord est formé de 2 grandes baies (celles de Pollenca et Alcudia). L'Est est très bétonné ; de belles criques mais pas vraiment sauvages. Le Sud c'est essentiellement la baie de Palma où s'entassent les jeunes anglais et allemands venus ce retourner la tête... Pas grand chose à voir au centre.
Alors on a préparé celà gentiment. Etant donné que nous ciblions la découverte du Nord et de l'Ouest de l'île , on a ciblé un logement dans la région de Sa Pobla, proche de la baie de Pollenca. Billets Transavia en poche en février pour un départ en Juillet, réservation d'une villa par Air b'n'b, il n'y avait plus qu'à... Et la Covid est arrivé🏴☠️. On n'a rien annulé, on a a serré les fesses, et finalement on est passé entre les gouttes. Nos vols ont été maintenus aux dates et horaires prévus.
La dernière chose à faire était la réservation de la voiture de location, faite au dernier moment. Oubliez les prestataires institutionnels, il y a une multitude d'agences locales à l'aéroport de Majorque. On est passé par Wiber, RAS
Et ces deux semaines furent incroyables. Un vrai choc, je ne m'attendais pas à une telle beauté à 1h30 de vol de Paris 😛
Je vais vous raconter, et surtout vous montrer tout celà, tranquillement 😉
Évasion en Thaïlande English translation pending
J'ai déjà expliqué ici le contexte de mes publications et pourquoi je remonte à ce point dans le temps. Cette fois-ci, on est en 2014. Je pars du présupposé que les choses n'ont pas considérablement changées et que ces voyages peuvent encore, malgré le temps passsé, en inspirer d'autres...
dimanche 30 novembre 2014 Mulhouse - Amsterdam
Bien sûr, tu le sais, ça fait des mois que j’en parle, ce matin on part vers Bangkok, Thaïlande. Pour Dom et moi, la voyago-thérapie : le must pour réduire à rien les agressions du moment, essentiellement liées à des histoires de boulot; mais je vais pas m'égarer là-dedans, ce n'est pas l'endroit!
Escale à Amsterdam...
Lundi 1 décembre 2014 Bangkok
Même si c’est hautement probablement faux, on arrive à Bangkok alors qu’il m’a semblé n’avoir, à aucun moment, fermé l’œil. Les habituelles files d’attente à la douane présentent, il faut le souligner, des visages aimables… les bagages...Le taxi (rigolard comme ce n’est plus permis en occident :), l’hôtel...Nickel avec une magnifique terrasse au bord de la Navalaï River...Tous les flags sont au vert ! Tu nous connais, on traîne pas trop avant d’aller découvrir la ville ! On demande notre chemin à un type super accueillant qui hèle aussitôt un môme avec un « tuk tuk », une sorte de mobylette encarénée très appréciée des touristes because costless en diable ! Notre mentor négocie pour 40 baths (1 euro !), un tour des temples du nord. On se laisse driver sans discuter...
Après le troisième temple, le môme tourne bizarre. Il a arrêté d’être juste aimable. Nous presse. Puis, au milieu d’une visite, nous enjoint de le suivre, il veut nous montrer, dans une certaine urgence, quelque chose. Il nous emmène vers un homme d’âge respectable, une sorte de bonze aimable, affable, qui nous raconte, dans un français correct, sa jeunesse à Bordeaux, puis glisse insensiblement sur la théorie économique et ses inconstances, de la difficulté induite à placer le fruit de notre dur labeur dans quelque chose de pérenne. On le sentait venir. Devine où il est le plus sûr de placer son argent ? Dans la pierre précieuse, naturellement ! Et là, le monde est quand même bien fichu, figure toi que notre interlocuteur connait justement quelques joailliers d’art qui accepteraient de nous vendre à prix coûtant des saphirs de la région, et sans taxes encore! Bon. Le môme nous a embarqués dans un traquenard. On réussit cependant sans trop de difficulté à se débarrasser du fâcheux et reprenons l’expédition où nous l’avions laissée. Quand je demande au môme où se trouve la prochaine destination, je l’oblige à répéter plusieurs fois tant la chose me semble incongrue, mais c’est bien ça, sa réponse s’entend : « Thaï export !». On décide aussitôt d’abandonner la virée. On lâche 40 baths au gamin et sautons de sa mobylette au premier feu rouge. Ensuite, on a agité nos petites mains pour tenter d’attirer un taxi sous le cagnard, un Thaï d’un âge plus que respectable, nous a embarqué dans un véhicule qu’il a eu toute les peines du monde à maintenir sur la route, propulsés dans une sorte de jeu vidéo mortel, un grand thief auto à travers une circulation en délire… Mais ça va. Pour une poignée d’euros il nous a ramené à notre hôtel, sains et saufs ! Là, faut se remettre, pot au bord de la rivière... « Ça doit être possible de faire une ballade sur le fleuve, tu crois pas? » J’en parle à notre hôte à l’accueil, le truc est organisé dans la foulée ! Une efficacité qui laisse ébahi ! On a un bateau pour une virée d’une heure à travers la ville.
En traversant un petit village sur pilotis, je vois nager un drôle de truc, comme un chien. A force d’écarquiller les yeux, on distingue tout un groupe de Varans!
dimanche 30 novembre 2014 Mulhouse - Amsterdam
Bien sûr, tu le sais, ça fait des mois que j’en parle, ce matin on part vers Bangkok, Thaïlande. Pour Dom et moi, la voyago-thérapie : le must pour réduire à rien les agressions du moment, essentiellement liées à des histoires de boulot; mais je vais pas m'égarer là-dedans, ce n'est pas l'endroit!
Escale à Amsterdam...
Lundi 1 décembre 2014 Bangkok
Même si c’est hautement probablement faux, on arrive à Bangkok alors qu’il m’a semblé n’avoir, à aucun moment, fermé l’œil. Les habituelles files d’attente à la douane présentent, il faut le souligner, des visages aimables… les bagages...Le taxi (rigolard comme ce n’est plus permis en occident :), l’hôtel...Nickel avec une magnifique terrasse au bord de la Navalaï River...Tous les flags sont au vert ! Tu nous connais, on traîne pas trop avant d’aller découvrir la ville ! On demande notre chemin à un type super accueillant qui hèle aussitôt un môme avec un « tuk tuk », une sorte de mobylette encarénée très appréciée des touristes because costless en diable ! Notre mentor négocie pour 40 baths (1 euro !), un tour des temples du nord. On se laisse driver sans discuter...
Après le troisième temple, le môme tourne bizarre. Il a arrêté d’être juste aimable. Nous presse. Puis, au milieu d’une visite, nous enjoint de le suivre, il veut nous montrer, dans une certaine urgence, quelque chose. Il nous emmène vers un homme d’âge respectable, une sorte de bonze aimable, affable, qui nous raconte, dans un français correct, sa jeunesse à Bordeaux, puis glisse insensiblement sur la théorie économique et ses inconstances, de la difficulté induite à placer le fruit de notre dur labeur dans quelque chose de pérenne. On le sentait venir. Devine où il est le plus sûr de placer son argent ? Dans la pierre précieuse, naturellement ! Et là, le monde est quand même bien fichu, figure toi que notre interlocuteur connait justement quelques joailliers d’art qui accepteraient de nous vendre à prix coûtant des saphirs de la région, et sans taxes encore! Bon. Le môme nous a embarqués dans un traquenard. On réussit cependant sans trop de difficulté à se débarrasser du fâcheux et reprenons l’expédition où nous l’avions laissée. Quand je demande au môme où se trouve la prochaine destination, je l’oblige à répéter plusieurs fois tant la chose me semble incongrue, mais c’est bien ça, sa réponse s’entend : « Thaï export !». On décide aussitôt d’abandonner la virée. On lâche 40 baths au gamin et sautons de sa mobylette au premier feu rouge. Ensuite, on a agité nos petites mains pour tenter d’attirer un taxi sous le cagnard, un Thaï d’un âge plus que respectable, nous a embarqué dans un véhicule qu’il a eu toute les peines du monde à maintenir sur la route, propulsés dans une sorte de jeu vidéo mortel, un grand thief auto à travers une circulation en délire… Mais ça va. Pour une poignée d’euros il nous a ramené à notre hôtel, sains et saufs ! Là, faut se remettre, pot au bord de la rivière... « Ça doit être possible de faire une ballade sur le fleuve, tu crois pas? » J’en parle à notre hôte à l’accueil, le truc est organisé dans la foulée ! Une efficacité qui laisse ébahi ! On a un bateau pour une virée d’une heure à travers la ville.
En traversant un petit village sur pilotis, je vois nager un drôle de truc, comme un chien. A force d’écarquiller les yeux, on distingue tout un groupe de Varans!
Choix de tente pour un voyage à vélo English translation pending
Bonjour 🙂
Je prépare actuellement une traversée de l'Europe et de l'Asie à vélo (départ prévu pour Avril 2021 sauf si contre-indication du COVID).
Je me pose aujourd'hui la question du choix de la tente qui m'accompagnera. Pour mettre un peu de contexte, je vais voyager seul, pour une durée indéterminée et je compte dormir 100% du temps en tente (camping sauvage tous les soirs).
Je me suis déjà renseigné de mon côté et voici mes attentes quant au choix de la tente : - suffisament d'espace pour pouvoir accueillir mes sacoches et moi (donc tentes 2 places) - au moins une abside permettant de stocker un peu de matériel et surtout de pouvoir allumer mon réchaud (même si c'est pas très conseillé) en cas de forte pluie - capable de me protéger de la pluie (même en cas de grosse averse durant toute une nuit - forcément, je serais regardant sur le poids de la tente (je me fixe un 3 kg grand max) -je n'ai aucune contrainte de prix
Après avoir écumé les blogs de de voyageurs et sites de ventes en ligne, j'en suis arrivé à la conclusion que la tente Hubba Hubba NX de MSR semblait être un choix judicieux : https://www.aventurenordique.com/tente-msr-hubba-hubba-nx.html
J'aimerais cependant avoir votre avis quant au choix de cette tente. Avez-vous déja eu l'occasion de la tester en condition de voyage réel ? Quels sont vos retours (surtout les points négatifs) ?
Ma plus grosse inquiétude repose sur l'imperméabilité (1200 mm pour le double toit et 3000 mm pour le sol). N'étant pas un fin connaisseur, ces caractéristiques vous semblent-elles suffisantes pour pouvoir passer la nuit au sec en cas de gros orages qui persisterait toute la nuit ? J'ai vu qu'il est possible d'ajouter une bâche de sol supplémentaire ? (est ce là un choix ou un élément supreflus ?)
J'ai également une 2ème interrogation quant au stockage de mon vélo la nuit. Le fait de laisser le vélo dehors ne risque t-il pas de l'endommager sur le long terme ? Comment faites vous habituellement ? Laissez-vous le vélo dehors sans protection, ajoutez vous- une bâche ? Ou préférez-vous vous munir d'une tente avec une plus grande abside pour pouvoir le rentrer dedans ?
Cordialement, 🙂
Je me pose aujourd'hui la question du choix de la tente qui m'accompagnera. Pour mettre un peu de contexte, je vais voyager seul, pour une durée indéterminée et je compte dormir 100% du temps en tente (camping sauvage tous les soirs).
Je me suis déjà renseigné de mon côté et voici mes attentes quant au choix de la tente : - suffisament d'espace pour pouvoir accueillir mes sacoches et moi (donc tentes 2 places) - au moins une abside permettant de stocker un peu de matériel et surtout de pouvoir allumer mon réchaud (même si c'est pas très conseillé) en cas de forte pluie - capable de me protéger de la pluie (même en cas de grosse averse durant toute une nuit - forcément, je serais regardant sur le poids de la tente (je me fixe un 3 kg grand max) -je n'ai aucune contrainte de prix
Après avoir écumé les blogs de de voyageurs et sites de ventes en ligne, j'en suis arrivé à la conclusion que la tente Hubba Hubba NX de MSR semblait être un choix judicieux : https://www.aventurenordique.com/tente-msr-hubba-hubba-nx.html
J'aimerais cependant avoir votre avis quant au choix de cette tente. Avez-vous déja eu l'occasion de la tester en condition de voyage réel ? Quels sont vos retours (surtout les points négatifs) ?
Ma plus grosse inquiétude repose sur l'imperméabilité (1200 mm pour le double toit et 3000 mm pour le sol). N'étant pas un fin connaisseur, ces caractéristiques vous semblent-elles suffisantes pour pouvoir passer la nuit au sec en cas de gros orages qui persisterait toute la nuit ? J'ai vu qu'il est possible d'ajouter une bâche de sol supplémentaire ? (est ce là un choix ou un élément supreflus ?)
J'ai également une 2ème interrogation quant au stockage de mon vélo la nuit. Le fait de laisser le vélo dehors ne risque t-il pas de l'endommager sur le long terme ? Comment faites vous habituellement ? Laissez-vous le vélo dehors sans protection, ajoutez vous- une bâche ? Ou préférez-vous vous munir d'une tente avec une plus grande abside pour pouvoir le rentrer dedans ?
Cordialement, 🙂
Recherche guide pour visite en voiture du sud de l'île Maurice English translation pending
Bonjour à tous,
n'ayant pas trouvé ce qui me concernait dans le forum, je me permets de vous solliciter pour savoir si quelqu'un pourrait me recommander un guide sympa pour une visite du sud de l'ile , en voiture, avec découverte du Parc des georges de la rivière Noire, Grand bassin, Chamarel, les terres aux 7 couleurs et autres pépites, pour mon mari et moi, la dernière semaine d'octobre.Mais , je recherche un guide local , qui ne nous prendra pas pour des "pigeons" mais privilégiera la découverte des lieux authentiques de cette ile. Quelqu'un a-t-il eu la chance de connaitre ce type de personne et pourrait-il nous en faire profiter?
merci à tous de votre aide.
Gingibus
n'ayant pas trouvé ce qui me concernait dans le forum, je me permets de vous solliciter pour savoir si quelqu'un pourrait me recommander un guide sympa pour une visite du sud de l'ile , en voiture, avec découverte du Parc des georges de la rivière Noire, Grand bassin, Chamarel, les terres aux 7 couleurs et autres pépites, pour mon mari et moi, la dernière semaine d'octobre.Mais , je recherche un guide local , qui ne nous prendra pas pour des "pigeons" mais privilégiera la découverte des lieux authentiques de cette ile. Quelqu'un a-t-il eu la chance de connaitre ce type de personne et pourrait-il nous en faire profiter?
merci à tous de votre aide.
Gingibus