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This is the place for chit-chat on this month’s theme—reflections! I’m sure you’ve got some amazing ones to share. 😄

A somewhat lengthy title... I could have simply written: from Bangkok to Chiang Rai, via Chiang Mai, since that was my route. But when poets embellish our travel journals with their verbal flourishes, you’ve got to try not to be too ordinary.

Skyscrapers of excess? You’ll have gathered that from the photo illustrating this journal—though it might change as the trip goes on.

The excess of markets—not so much in their size, though... Chatuchak... But in their sheer number. Day markets, night markets, floating markets, fresh produce markets, fish markets, meat markets, spice markets, fabric markets... and even... amulet markets... For luck, good fortune, protection. Not to mention, sadly, the market for girls—and boys, incidentally. I’ve even heard they’re displayed in windows. I’ve heard about that one, like you have, but I didn’t set foot in it, so I can’t say anything about it. Some even claim there’s a black-market trade in children. Disgusting! It reminded me of the book *The Parcel* by Anosh Irani, which I recommended in another journal. The story is set in India, but I’ve been told it exists in Thailand too. So, the "famous Thai markets" we’re bombarded with in paper and online guides—sure, they amazed me in the first few days, and I don’t regret visiting them. But no matter how big they were, I quickly got my fill since you saw the same things at every stall...

I had a market overdose.

Excess of tourism? I should say *tourists*, since I saw them literally swarming in the streets and those famous markets. I’d forgotten about them. I’d lost the habit, living in an Indian city for so long...

Waterfalls are a bit like markets. At this time of year, they’re not particularly spectacular, but they’re everywhere. There are the ones everyone goes to see. For example, Erawan, which I decided to skip even though it was in my original itinerary—I guessed it’d be a nightmare with the selfie circus. On the other hand, you come across them all over the place, hidden in the mountains and forests, not listed in any guide. Not to mention the ones you can find in temples or even private homes... Yes, really! Thais love waterfalls, so they install them in their gardens—and I even saw one in the middle of the city, right on the street! Sometimes they’re tiny, but very photogenic.

But what do ice cubes have to do with this? Why the excess of ice cubes? Not only are they everywhere by the ton, but they put them in *everything* you drink. You’d think they’d even put them in soup! And it’s not just one or two ice cubes—no! They fill the container to the brim, whatever it is, then pour the liquid on top to fill the gaps. They’ll make you an excellent coffee right in front of you, piping hot, then—bam! An avalanche of ice cubes in the glass. Okay, I’m exaggerating a little. They *do* sometimes ask if you prefer your coffee—or tea—hot. Everything edible, and especially everything drinkable, is refrigerated: vegetables, fruit, hot drinks (I mean, drinks that are *usually* hot), but meat and fish are left out in the open. They just wave a little whisk to shoo away the flies when they get too eager. Mind you, I never put fruit, cheese, eggs, or water in the fridge in France, but I do in India. And I refrigerate meat and fish too... Though sometimes one of those little flies sneaks into the fridge...

You won’t find practical or technical details in this journal, like addresses or prices. Others do that better than me. You also won’t find the names of obscure or unknown places I discovered, or directions to get there.

I don’t really feel like recounting what I saw day by day, following my schedule and route. There might be flashbacks, projections into the future. It’ll depend on my memories, what I felt, what I hated, what comes back to me—and maybe your questions and our exchanges. And for those who’ve never read me before, you’ll have to get used to my parentheses and digressions, maybe on a completely different subject, as my thoughts wander. Stories within stories. There’ll also be long, endless sentences—but still punctuated, so you can follow along. Though I used to curse Proust and his sentences that started on one page and ended on the next, sometimes even further. I’d have to reread them twenty times to follow and understand what he was saying. I hated Proust. But hey, I was 20. Maybe I’d like him now?

See? The digressions are starting already. Forgive me.

You’ll find few photos here. First, the number is limited, and second, photos aren’t the main purpose of either VF or a travel journal. They’re too often used to mask the poverty of the text. And, sorry to say it, but so many of them are just plain ugly! If you really want to see photos, I’ll share some links where you can browse them at your leisure

The Afrosiyob races through a premature twilight, lashed by a blizzard of thick snow. In the endless gray, a monumental industrial complex occasionally emerges, ghostly. Here and there, in the middle of nowhere, a human silhouette appears (a soldier?), standing motionless by the tracks. On the screen mounted in the middle of the ceiling, a dashing Bollywood cat in vibrant colors writhes in all directions, throwing smoldering glances at a dancer on the verge of fainting. A server moves down the central aisle, offering crepes for sale—ones I suspect are stuffed with ground beef. I’m in Central Asia, in Uzbekistan, somewhere between Bukhara and Samarkand.

I chose the title "notes"—scattered thoughts, rough drafts. I’m not sure what I’ll write, but one thing’s certain: this won’t be a linear travel journal.

And a photo... there must be a photo, so here:



Local tourists between a Bactrian camel and an electric car, in front of ancient walls—it’ll do.

Hello everyone!

We're off! After exploring the north, the four friends have now discovered the south. We’re excited to share this new travel journal, dedicated to our little group and our strong friendship, written by Richard and illustrated with Kate’s photos. I’ll chime in from time to time with practical tips.

First of all, a big thank you to everyone on VoyageForum who helped us plan this trip. It would’ve been quite different if we’d just relied on guidebooks.

The itinerary lasted just over 3 weeks: Mahabalipuram, Pondicherry, Thanjavur, the Chettinad region, Madurai, Munnar, Munroe Island, Cochin, and Chennai. We traveled by train, taxi, and private car with a driver, took a domestic flight, and stayed in guesthouses, Airbnb apartments, and hotels. For each of us, including flights, the total budget barely reached 2000 €, and we didn’t hold back—knowing we avoid resorts and love street food and small Indian restaurants.

This catchy and somewhat mysterious title comes from several questions I’ve been asking myself.

VF has been back open for a reasonable number of weeks and months now. The number of visitors overall matches past averages, but the number of members online in the last 24 hours seems relatively lower than what we used to see.

Yet, to my surprise, I’m seeing fewer travel journals, way fewer messages, and way fewer questions. I don’t see many new registered users online, and I notice a number of members who are logged in but either aren’t participating or have stopped participating.

Something’s not adding up for me because, in my opinion, VF is still appealing, and I don’t see which other sites could really compete.

Was there a real break between pre- and post-Covid? Does it just take more time for some people to discover the site or learn that it’s active again? Do people now prefer quick consumption on sites like FB or others I’m not familiar with? Where have the site’s old-timers gone, and what are they doing with their time now? What’s really going on here?

Hi there, We're thinking of spending 3 weeks in Koh Samui at the start of 2026. Where can we find accommodation close to a pretty beach that's not too touristy but not isolated either, near a small town or village? We've already been to Surin Beach on Phuket Island. We really liked that spot, but we've heard Koh Samui is great too. Thanks for your tips!

So happy the forum reopened last October!!! I’ve started reading again (posts, travel journals) and chiming in on a few discussions. Now I’m stepping it up by writing a new travel journal—I’ve already posted a few between 2018 and 2020.

My latest trip was to Italy from August 27 to September 26, 2024. As the title says, it was a wander through Tuscany in parts of the region that aren’t the most visited. No Firenze-Siena-Pisa trilogy, no San Gimignano; there’ll be a quick detour into Siena, but I’ll skip the best-known sights. That choice, plus traveling in September, should help dodge overtourism. It worked out—crowds were light, sometimes very light, the whole way. Here’s the practical rundown: - a long trip outside peak season (ah, retirees!) - solo camping (caravan) - a mix of activities (hiking, mountain biking, sightseeing) in places that aren’t always packed with tourists. Still, I don’t feel like I ended up in some hidden-away spots. Not sure if this will draw any readers.

DAY 1: Tuesday, August 27, 2024 The heat was intense on the drive in across the plain; two big storms—more rain and hail than lightning and thunder—threw the weather off, the first near Imola, the second on the four-lane road up the Savio valley. I left the Cesena-Roma four-lane at the Verghereto exit and climbed up to Balze (1,100 meters). The campsite is even higher (1,200 meters), in the forest near the source of the Tevere (Tiber). Staying up here will cut down on driving for the first part of the trip: a route through the Appennino (Apennines) on the border between Toscana and Emilia-Romagna. The temperature was surprisingly mild for the altitude, the air thick with moisture by late afternoon. I drove back down from the campsite to Balze (2 km on the road) to grab groceries (it’s doable) and scout tomorrow’s hike. .

The endpoint of the planned hike is just a few meters from this sign (the trail crosses this road about 3 km from Balze). I realized Balze and the source of the Tevere (Tiber) are actually in Emilia-Romagna, not Toscana. I always thought the Tevere (Tiber), which flows toward Roma (Tyrrhenian side), started in Toscana! I’ll come back to this quirk in Day 3’s write-up.

So, to start the year off right (Happy New Year!), This is where we can discuss January’s theme. With 20,000 km of French coastline (there’s a catch ;)), our beautiful country should be well represented!

Dig out those hard drives! Bruno

We took this trip from September 12 to October 7, 2022. I didn’t post this travel journal earlier in Voyage Forum because the site wasn’t back up yet (and also because I was short on time). Then, at the end of 2024, I made a promise to a friend: to publish my travel journal on VF. So here it is! We took off from Paris in the late afternoon on September 12 and arrived in Tashkent around 7:15 AM on the 13th. This trip was the result of long contemplation and preparation (it was originally planned for the year of the lockdown (2020) and was prepared with the help and advice of Nasrullo Jumanov from Turquoise Travel. Stages and Itinerary Stage 1: Tashkent - September 13 and 14 Stage 2: Ferghana Valley – September 15 to 17 Stage 3: Nukus and Moynaq - September 18 and 19 Stage 4: Mysterious Khiva - September 20 to 22 Stage 5: Holy Bukhara - September 23 to 26 Stage 6: Asraf - September 27 and 28 Stage 7: Mythical Samarkand - September 29 to October 2 Stage 8: Tersak (via Shakhrisabz and Urgut) – October 3 and 4 Stage 9: Samarkand – October 5 and 6 Stage 10: Tashkent/Istanbul/Paris – October 6 and 7 Stage 1: Tashkent September 13 At the airport exit, we were greeted by the owner of our B&B (B&B Gulnara). Today was all about recovery and our first steps in the capital. Our first currency exchange made us feel like sudden millionaires. Our first stroll down the avenue leading to Chorsu Market introduced us to the fact that 80 to 90% of the cars here are white Chevrolets. A walk under the arcades facing Chorsu: hardware stores, cabinetmakers, lute makers (one of them gave me a little concert/demo of a few string instruments).





As we entered the market, many vendors called out to us, including this florist who asked where we were from: ‘France? Ah! Macron! PSG!’ He then recited a list of players from the Parisian team as well as past (Platini, Zidane, etc.) and current (Giroud, Griezmann, Mbappé, etc.) French national team players. Since we’re more into rugby (we live near Toulouse), he knew more players than I did!

The market sprawls outside around the large circular, multi-story hall. We bought some grapes and bottles of freshly squeezed pomegranate juice for just a few sums. This evening, we had a meet-up with Nasrullo. The reunion was very warm: we’d been exchanging messages for over two years, and I’d been ‘torturing’ him with changes to our itinerary and trip duration. We were finally eager to meet, and honestly, I wasn’t disappointed—in fact, it was the opposite. Nasrullo was very attentive throughout our trip and always made sure, even from a distance (and most often from a distance!), that everything went smoothly. His goal was for us to leave delighted with our trip and, why not, indirectly become ambassadors for this destination. September 14 Breakfast with Nasrullo, then we set off with him by taxi to explore some of the capital’s sites.



We started by visiting the Khazrati Imam complex, which includes the mausoleum of Kaffal Shashi, the Barak Khan and Muyi Muborak madrasas, and the great Khazrati Imam Mosque with its immense prayer hall.





In the Muyi Muborak madrasa, now a museum, you can see the oldest Quran in the world. It was written by three religious scholars, including the secretary of the Prophet Muhammad, on large ‘pages’ made of antelope skin. Next, we explored Soviet-era Tashkent, discovering its parks, canals, and squares: Independence Square with its storks and phoenixes, Amir Temur Square with its large statue and, in the background, the massive Soviet-era hotel that has become one of Tashkent’s iconic buildings. Nasrullo took us through Broadway Boulevard and along what he calls ‘Tashkent’s Montmartre’… Well, it’s far, very far from Montmartre (in every sense of the word!). Then we took the metro to Chorsu station. Rush hour is pretty much the same everywhere in the metro… When we arrived at Chorsu, it was time to say goodbye. Nasrullo had to head back to Samarkand. Before leaving, he recommended some chaikhanas at the end of the galleries facing the market. We ate there for just a few euros (2 or 3 € for two people). After eating, we headed back to our room to cool off (our B&B is about a 10-minute walk away).



Around 4 PM, we set off to visit the Kokeldash Madrasa, which is still active. On the way, we stopped to watch some bread vendors and take a few photos. We were hesitating about buying some for our evening picnic when a young woman approached us. In perfect English, she asked: ‘Are you looking for something? Do you want to buy bread? Which one? How much?’ She then spoke to one of the vendors and negotiated the price. ‘Do you want one?’ And she took two. She paid directly. I took out my wallet to reimburse her, but she refused. It’s on the house! Then the vendor asked where we were from. And off we went again: Macron, PSG, football players… We’ll have to get used to it. The young woman smiled at the questions and comments, barely gave us time to thank her, and left as quickly as she had approached us.

We continued our walk. Visited the madrasa. Then we crossed the boulevard to see the Tashkent Circus. I would’ve loved to go in and visit, but the ticket seller wouldn’t hear of it. We carried on around what should’ve been a park with old-fashioned rides and attractions. All we found was a construction site. Oh well! Back at our hotel, a message from Nasrullo was waiting for us. He had managed to change our train ticket for the next day. Instead of taking the 6:00 AM train, we’d take the 8:00 AM one. And instead of second class, we’d be in first class! Great! This evening, we had a picnic at one of the breakfast tables in the B&B courtyard. Under a shelter, the owner and his family were celebrating a birthday. The owner started by offering us some tea. Then they brought us some fruit (watermelon and melon). Finally, after the song, candles, and cake cutting, they brought us two generous slices of that beautiful birthday cake. Delicious!

I'm heading to Ko Mook, Ko Sukorn, and Ko Ngai in early February. Does anyone know if there are sand flies on these islands? And what product to use? Happy holidays to everyone

After five trips to the American West, we had planned to switch countries and continents to visit Turkey. However, by the time we made up our minds, flight ticket prices had nearly doubled, reaching 400 € for a round-trip ticket. A bit disappointed, I started looking at transatlantic flight prices and stumbled upon discounted tickets from Basel-Mulhouse to Dallas—at the same price as our tickets to Turkey!

No hesitation needed; we bought the five tickets for a total of 1,860 € excluding baggage!

From Fort Worth Airport, we had two options: - Head west on a loop through Texas, New Mexico, and southern Colorado - Head east to change the scenery and explore East Texas, Louisiana, with a possible detour into Florida.

The latter option won unanimously, so here we are, off to discover new states, mainly Louisiana and Texas.

One of the main post-COVID challenges is finding a reasonably priced car rental. After an initial booking around 1,300 €, we kept an eye on prices a few weeks before departure and managed to snag a better deal at around 900 € for a comfortable sedan.

Yes, this summer will also be a first: no 4x4, no camping, and plenty of restaurants!

As always, I’ve planned a packed itinerary, ready to adjust on the go. A few weeks before departure, we learned we’d be at full capacity—our eldest son, Maxime, got his first-year med school results. By finishing as a top admit, he avoided the mandatory July-August internship that would’ve kept him from joining us. Instead, he wrapped up his internship at the last minute the night before our big departure.

We’ll get to savor these special moments together.

The itinerary: Day 1 - 07/15: Fort Worth Day 2: Dallas Day 3: Jefferson - Caddo Lake Day 4: Black Bayou Lake - Natchez - Stanton Hall and Rosalie Mansion Day 5: St. Francisville - Rosedown Plantation - Cat Island Wildlife Refuge Day 6: Mobile - USS Alabama Battleship Memorial Park Day 7 - 8: Pensacola Beach Day 9: Bellingrath Gardens - New Orleans Day 10 - 11: New Orleans Day 12: Plantation Route Day 13: Jungle Gardens - Tabasco Factory - Vermilionville - Lake Martin Day 14: Baton Rouge - USS Kidd Day 15: Houma - Cajun Man's Swamp Tour Day 16: Galveston, Texas Day 17: Space Center Houston - Painted Churches Day 18: San Antonio Day 19: Texas Hill Country Day 20: Texas Hill Country and evening in San Antonio Day 21: Austin and Waco

Day 0 - 07/14: The departure timing isn’t exactly relaxing. On Thursday late afternoon, we hit the road to Alsace, aiming to drop off our two cockers with family before reaching the airport at 2 AM for a 3-hour power nap. Not exactly fresh, we arrive at the terminal looking for a British Airways counter. None in sight, so we try our luck at a United Airlines counter—who knows, maybe it’ll work out. And bingo! The agent checks us in. We didn’t quite understand why, but maybe there’s some agreement between airlines. For the first time, we’re traveling without checked baggage, so no extra fees. Not a huge feat, given the scorching temperatures awaiting us!

The connecting flight to London goes smoothly.

During the layover, liquid checks get stricter—now requiring small bottles to be in a pre-approved clear bag, with only one bag allowed per passenger. Normally, no big deal, but between deodorant, sunscreen, after-sun lotion, hand sanitizer, contact lens solution, etc., we spend 20 minutes optimizing the arrangement! When we finally succeed, one of the security staff bursts out laughing and congratulates us!

With our stomachs growling, we grab an American breakfast before browsing the airport shops.

We then discover our plane for the long-haul flight and are thrilled to see it’s an A380—a first for Laetitia, though the rest of the family experienced it during our winter getaway. Still just as impressive!

With a hint of uncertainty, we take off for the States—my third trip in barely 12 months. This time, no endless badlands, canyons, slot canyons, hoodoos, or brain rocks, but a journey through five states (Texas, Louisiana, a quick stop in Mississippi, Alabama, and the northwest tip of Florida), where we hope to soak up a unique vibe... with a packed schedule of diverse visits.

Arrival at Fort Worth Airport and customs go smoothly. Since we have no checked baggage, we’re first in line at the Dollar counter. In just 3 minutes, the formalities are done. We decline the Toll Pass, which I don’t think we’ll need based on my "calculations," and head to the Dollar parking lot, where an employee tells us we can pick any car we want!

There are about thirty cars waiting. Too many choices!

After last year’s mishap in Oakland, where our 4x4’s trunk was broken into, we’re looking for a sedan to hide our luggage this time. Unfortunately, there are none—only SUVs. We finally settle on a comfortable 7-seater Ford SUV with a massive trunk when set up for five.

On the road from Fort Worth to Dallas, we accidentally take a toll highway without realizing until it’s too late to exit. Let’s hope Dollar doesn’t charge us a week’s worth of their pricey Toll Pass for a $2 toll. We’ll see... In the meantime, Maxime sets up Google Maps to avoid toll roads.

Since it’s not too late, we stop by the nearest Walmart for groceries before checking into our hotel room for three nights in East Dallas suburb.

Back on the forum, I’m starting to write up two 3-week trips to Kenya in August 2021 and 2023. In 2021, Quynh and I traveled with Régis (Rjulie95 on VF). Our son joined us in Baringo for the second half of the trip. In 2023, we went with two friends who’d been dreaming of seeing wild animals ever since we got back from Kenya. We didn’t need much convincing to go with them!

The two itineraries are almost identical (well, when you love something...) but we did make a few tweaks.

- The first part of the trip was with a local driver/guide, Félix, who was recommended by Sylvie56. Sylvie and her husband Ben are Kenya enthusiasts—they’ve been there countless times, always with Félix... and for good reason! He’s fantastic!

- The second part was with Melting Pot Safari, an agency that adapted to our photography needs. Tony Crocetta, the co-founder (along with his Kenyan friend Simon Chebon), is a wildlife photographer himself.

Here are the itineraries for both trips, including accommodations:

In 2021: Day 0: Paris / Nairobi - 67 Airport Hotel Day 1: Nairobi / Amboseli - Simba Cottage Day 2: Amboseli - Simba Cottage Day 3: Amboseli / Aberdares - Fishing Lodge Day 4: Aberdares - Fishing Lodge Day 5: Aberdares - Fishing Lodge Day 6: Aberdares / Samburu - Riverside Camp Day 7: Samburu - Riverside Camp Day 8: Samburu - Riverside Camp Day 9: Samburu / Nakuru - Merica Hotel Day 10: Nakuru / Baringo - Tumbili Cliff Lodge Day 11: Baringo - Tumbili Cliff Lodge Day 12: Baringo - Tumbili Cliff Lodge Day 13: Baringo / Maasai Mara – Meltingpot Bush Camp Day 14 to 18: Maasai Mara – Meltingpot Bush Camp Day 19: Maasai Mara / Nairobi – Roussel Guest House Day 20: Nairobi / Paris

In 2023: Day 0: Lyon / Paris / Nairobi - 67 Airport Hotel Day 1: Nairobi / Meru - Ikweta Camp Day 2: Meru - Ikweta Camp Day 3: Meru - Ikweta Camp Day 4: Meru / Samburu - Riverside Camp Day 5: Samburu – Riverside Camp Day 6: Samburu / Buffalo Springs – Samburu Simba Day 7: Buffalo Springs / Ol Pejeta – Sweetwater Camp Day 8: Ol Pejeta / Amboseli - Simba Cottage Day 9: Amboseli - Simba Cottage Day 10: Amboseli - Simba Cottage Day 11: Amboseli / Nakuru – Lake Nakuru Lodge Day 12: Nakuru / Baringo - Tumbili Cliff Lodge Day 13: Baringo - Tumbili Cliff Lodge Day 14: Baringo - Tumbili Cliff Lodge Day 15: Baringo / Maasai Mara – Meltingpot Bush Camp Day 16 to 20: Maasai Mara – Meltingpot Bush Camp Day 21: Maasai Mara / Nairobi / Paris

Here’s an itinerary—it’s not exactly what we did, but a combination of both.



Ready to join us on safari to see some wild animals?

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...

Hi everyone,

After my narrow victory over Herodotos (just one point ahead—I had a close call, even in December in the northern hemisphere!), I’m now honored to organize the next contest, the one for the closing year, whose results will be announced on the first day of the coming year. Out of affection for the poet with wind in his soles, who dreamed of ivory and setting sail, again and again, even in his final hours, I borrow the theme from the first line of a poem dear to me: I embraced the summer dawn.

So, as the year draws to a close, the theme will be: embracing dawn.

The verb here is just as important as the noun. More than just a subject about sunrises or that magical half-hour of pink light before the sun appears (a photographer’s nightmare: either I crank up the ISO and deal with noise, or I lug around a tripod, and say goodbye to spontaneity like a beggar on marble quays), this is about those happy little mornings—the thrill of joy in the soft light of the first hours, whether it’s a landscape, a person, an animal, a plant, architecture, or whatever else. What’s certain is that it makes you want to smile at the day breaking. Even if you go back to bed afterward.

Technical details (shamelessly borrowed from Ragamuffin, thanks!):

Participation Each VF member can submit up to 3 photos, until Wednesday, 12/25 at 11:59 PM, Milan time. Each photo must be posted in a separate message, with its number (1, 2, or 3). Don’t forget to add a little explanation (comment, location, etc.).

Voting: Each VF member can vote for the 3 photos they consider the best, based on their own criteria and the theme.

Voting will take place from Thursday, 12/26 to Tuesday, 12/31 at 11:59 PM, Milan time.

Selected photos will be ranked in order of preference: - 1st photo: 3 points - 2nd photo: 2 points - 3rd photo: 1 point

The winner is the author of the photo with the most points.

Results will be published on 01/01 (if I’m in any state to do so). In case of a tie, the number of first-place votes will decide. The winner will have the honor of organizing December’s contest.

For discussion, it’s here.

That’s all! Let’s welcome Dawn with rosy fingers, dressed in saffron...

Catherine

Hi everyone, The years go by and Machu Picchu has been on our "to-do list" for a few decades now... But Peru is, fortunately, so much more than this legendary site...

We went as a couple for a 15-day trip. For the first time, we delegated the logistics to a local agency (Paprika in Arequipa). This agency offers "classic" small-group tours and the option to do it privately, which we chose.

No complaints—they were perfect for organizing transportation, hotels, and French-speaking guides.

The "classic" southern Peru loop is: Lima, Paracas, Nazca, Arequipa, Colca, Titicaca, Cusco, Sacred Valley, Cusco. Nothing very original... but why get creative when there’s already so much beauty to discover?

We opted for a shorter loop, skipping Paracas/Nazca because the small planes in Nazca weren’t a unanimous hit, and it saved us dozens of hours on the bus. But we added a stop at Palccoyo (the rainbow mountains) between Titicaca and Cusco.

It might seem like a shame, but we don’t regret it at all.

This adventure began during Covid... Yep, Covid turned a lot of things upside down, but most of all, it kept us cooped up for a few months and stopped us from traveling for a while—even longer for a die-hard fan of the American West like me.

While borders were closed, I started imagining what an ideal itinerary might look like—one that would string together all the Southwest must-sees in just two weeks, during the best time of year: September and October. When the U.S. announced in September 2021 that borders would reopen in the coming weeks, I regained hope and began scouting flight tickets for a departure in September 2022.

But here’s the thing: tackling solo hikes, each one tougher than the last, right in the heart of the Wilderness, could be a risky—even reckless—endeavor for a father of three. After a quick chat with some virtual friends who are just as passionate about the Southwest as I am, with good physical condition and nearly the same list of must-visit spots, Franck and his brother Sullivan were in! 🙂

In November, we snagged flight tickets from Nice to San Francisco for the modest sum of 400 €, and a few days later, I booked a Toyota Tacoma pickup for 840 € !

It’s not cheap for just 15 days, and a pickup isn’t exactly ideal for luggage, but the prices for full-size 4x4s have become totally outrageous! Due to border closures, rental companies had to offload a lot of these big 4x4s, which tourists love. Then, supply and demand did the rest !

Franck and I spent the winter and spring trying to cram the equivalent of three weeks of hikes into two. But even with physical limits, we had to stay reasonable! Three to four months before departure, we entered the lotteries for different must-see spots: The Subway, Coyote Buttes North (home to the famous Wave), and Coyote Buttes South (CBS).

The Wave is the holy grail for any Southwest enthusiast. Since 2015, we’ve tried our luck with the online and on-site lotteries about ten times, but the spots are unfortunately limited: just 20 per day. A glimmer of hope, though—since early 2022, that number has increased to 64 people allowed per day, with 48 spots awarded via the online lottery.

After all three of us tried our luck for The Wave, on June 1st at exactly 5 PM, I got an email that started with, "Congratulations! You were successful in the Coyote Buttes North (The Wave) September 2022 Permit Lottery at Coyote Buttes North (The Wave)...". At 5:01 PM, I called Franck, whose dream it’s been for over 20 years—ever since the first photos were published in a travel magazine! He didn’t believe me when I told him, and I had to forward the email for him to finally accept the unbelievable: we were going to The Wave and all the incredible spots scattered across the protected area of Coyote Buttes North.

I’ve already been to Coyote Buttes South twice, but there are areas I couldn’t explore in the middle of summer because they were too remote. So, I had no trouble letting my buddies convince me to go back for a third time. Plus, given how hard it is to access, we had no trouble securing a permit online as long as we logged in at exactly 8 PM on the dot!

For The Subway, all three of us struck out. No big deal—we won at CBN and CBS!

Among the sites to visit, there are two that I’m particularly attached to because I know my chances of wanting to see them again are slim. The first is Angel Arch, one of the most legendary arches in the Southwest, due to its remoteness from any trace of civilization. To get there, the recommended hike is Upper Salt Creek, and you’re looking at a 50 km round-trip in an area with no water (in September) and populated by bears.

The second site is the Hopi Salt Trail, in Navajo land, which, after a very tough hike, lets you marvel at the turquoise-blue waters of the Little Colorado before it meets the Colorado River. The Hopi Salt Trail is, like The Wave, the holy grail for any Southwest enthusiast, and the windows of opportunity to see the water in that magical color are very short each year. For this, you have to monitor the Little Colorado’s gauges downstream from Cameron: if the level stays at its lowest for 10 consecutive days—meaning no rain—you can hope for turquoise water. The ideal period rarely exceeds 30 days a year, and it’s usually in June that all the stars align.

But unfortunately, one month before departure, while the flow rate at Cameron looked promising, several storms in September dashed our hopes of doing the Hopi Salt Trail, even at the end of the road trip.

We still had two consolation prizes, though:

After a last-minute cancellation, while keeping an eye out for available spots for The Subway, it turned out that three spots opened up exactly on the day we’d planned to go—so we rushed to grab them!! Regarding the 4x4 rental, the prices for full-size models dropped by several hundred dollars, and we ended up finding a Chevrolet Tahoe for less than $1000. A steal and a serious boost in comfort, so we could store all our gear and food without worry!

Here’s the initial plan in a perfect world: D1 The White Domes - Camping D2 Sunrise at The White Domes - The Subway D3 Coyote Buttes North D4 Coyote Buttes South - White Pocket D5 Wahweap Hoodoos - Sidestep Canyon - Colourful Canyon - White Rocks - Sunset at Yellow Rock D6 Broken Bow Arch - Reflection Canyon D7 Coyote Gulch D8 The Volcano (or The Oasis - Zebra Slot Canyon if the weather’s good) - North Caineville Mesa D9 The Needles: Squaw Canyon - Lost Canyon combo - Druid Arch - Chesler Park D10 Upper Salt Creek Day 1 - Camping D11 Upper Salt Creek Day 2 D12 Hopi-Navajo Territory: Ha Ho No Geh Canyon, Coal Mine Canyon, Bends of the Little Colorado D13 Grand Canyon: South Kaibab Trail and Bright Angel Trail D14 Upper East Zion: East Temple Loop, Jughandle Arch, Center of the Universe, and Checkerboard Mesa Summit And several backup options in case of bad weather, including Spencer Trail, West Cove, and Buffington Pockets.

Enough talking—time for action!

Bonjour à tous, Bienvenue à tous si vous souhaitez embarquer une seconde fois cette saison* pour cette magnifique croisière sur les côtes françaises. Elle nous a conduit sur quelques-unes des très belles îles de la Bretagne et fait découvrir des paysages remarquables.

*CR de PapiJP35

Samedi 29 août 2020, embarquement

Nous sommes depuis deux jours à Saint-Malo, et après qu’il ait plu toute la nuit, le ciel de ce matin est bas, lourd et noir. Nous nous y étions mentalement préparés. J’avais choisi cette semaine en prenant garde d’éviter celle des grandes marées (souvent propice au mauvais temps), mais la météo nous annonce tout de même une semaine catastrophique. Notre première préoccupation est d’aller vérifier que le bateau est bien arrivé. Rituel tellement plaisant, qui gonfle le cœur de joie. Nous marchons le long du port de plaisance sous ce lourd ciel breton, et oui, le Jacques Cartier est bien amarré au pied des remparts. La balade est très plaisante, le bateau est beau et parait imposant dans ce petit port à taille humaine, la ville est belle…. Et je monte sur mon petit nuage de bonheur pour ne plus en redescendre avant une semaine.

Pour la durée de la croisière Ponant nous a proposé de laisser la voiture sur un parking qui se situe à 2.7 km du port, le prix est de 3.30€ par jour et des navettes sont mises en place pour transférer les passagers jusqu’au bateau.

Nous avons cependant préféré laisser notre voiture au parking Qpark juste devant la porte d’entrée principale de la vieille ville parce que c’est un parking couvert, nous avons payé 55€ pour la semaine et nous sommes à 5 minutes à pieds du bateau (600m). Très bien, s’il ne pleut pas.

Après une très belle averse en début d’après-midi qui a vidé les rues de la ville en quelques minutes, nous embarquons à 16 h sous le soleil. Des tentes sont installées sur le port en guise de terminal de croisière, et dès notre arrivée nous sommes accueillis avec beaucoup de gentillesse et de prévenance. En dépit des mesures covid, nous arrivons à notre cabine en 20 minutes et nos bagages nous ont déjà précédés. Nous avons à ce moment le grand plaisir de découvrir que nous avons été surclassés au pont 4. Nous devons ce cadeau au Directeur des Départements Hôteliers de PONANT. En effet ce Monsieur était avec nous sur le LYRIAL en Corse, en télé travail 😉. Souvent mon mari a discuté avec lui et à la fin de la croisière il a dit qu’il nous réservait une surprise pour notre Croisière en Bretagne. Nous n’y pensions plus, et nous avons été contents et très touchés de cette généreuse surprise.

La différence entre les cabines du pont 3 et celles du pont 4 se porte au niveau du balcon. Au pont 3, la partie au-dessous de l’appui en bois est pleine et l’on ne voit pas la mer. Au pont 4 cette partie sous l’appui en bois est en verre et cela donne plus de lumière et une jolie vue lorsque l’on est assis. Le bateau est tout neuf, dans des tons très harmonieux, reposants, et clairs. La décoration est épurée dans des matières naturelles aux tons doux et confortables. Très beau et original le plafond miroir du grand salon. Et très lumineux le salon panoramique avec de larges baies vitrées qui permettent une vue très dégagée. En juillet nous avions sur le LYRIAL des produits Hermès en petits flacons individuels, cette fois ce sont des produits Clarins en distributeurs, les marques françaises sont très présentes, dans tous les domaines, partout sur le bateau, y compris à table et dans la boutique.

Cette fois, nous sommes 68 passagers à embarquer sur cette croisière pour 107 membres d’équipage. Des naturalistes nous avons appris que la compagnie espérait 70 passagers par croisière pour être satisfaite de ces croisières dans les conditions hors normes et exceptionnelles de cet été 2020. Ils nous ont dit aussi que si cet objectif était atteint cette destination pourrait être reconduite l’année prochaine. Cette version est bien différente de ce que peuvent écrire certains journalistes et me semble plus cohérente. Qui a pu croire que des bateaux feraient le plein un été comme celui-ci ? Ces bateaux-là, eux, ne sont pas restés vides et à quai.

Ce programme sur les côtes françaises a été monté en trois mois, entre les contacts à prendre et les autorisations à obtenir, quand il faut deux ans habituellement pour établir un nouvel itinéraire. Ce qui est plutôt une belle prouesse.

I’m not going back, the trip is in the past. I’m posting it anyway because the country probably hasn’t changed enough to make the story outdated, and the astonishing beauty of the place deserves to be shared here.

Saturday, May 31, 2014 Mulhouse - Marrakech

A flight that drags on for three and a half hours. Everything goes smoothly until immigration. Like almost everywhere, you have to fill out a little form with your details and arrival address. The problem comes when you hand it to the customs officer with your passport. Right away, you see the lines are way too long for the number of officers working. I steer Dom toward a line further to the left that’s clearly moving faster than the middle ones. Then I firmly pull him to the far left where I think I spotted a new counter opening. Big mistake. Huge. Because that line is notorious for how slowly the security agent checks each person. At 10 minutes per person, with about fifteen ahead of us, we’re looking at two and a half hours. The wait becomes torture. Everyone gets edgy. We watch enviously as people who were way behind us initially zip through the other lines. You feel like complaining. My advice? Don’t. You have no idea how much a pissed-off customs officer can ruin your day! The rule: stay calm and suck it up. Once that hurdle’s over, a taxi and boom, we’re at the Gallia, a no-frills but charming hotel just steps from Jemaa El Fna square. This place is insane! It’s teeming with people. You stick out like a sore thumb with your camera—suddenly, a ton of people want to be your best friend! You’re basically a walking wallet!



We’ve got a meet-up with friends who are here on a work trip with their company’s social committee.



We fully embrace our tourist roles—eating at restaurants made for us, with belly dancers who insist we join in. We go with the flow, we’re not prudes, we have a great evening, no way we’re missing out on the fun...



Sunday, June 1, 2014 Marrakech

Super nice breakfast in the hotel’s patio, a real riad, beautifully decorated.



Originally, we’d planned a trip to the Atlas Mountains, but we ended up wandering around the city instead. Before we knew it, we were in the middle of the central souk’s labyrinth. It’s a feast for the eyes, ears, and especially the nose!

In this time of general travel-journal scarcity, I’m stepping up to tell you about a far-too-short getaway to the Top West End, a local term for the very northern part of Western Australia, right on the border ( ;) ) with the Northern Territory.

As usual, I didn’t manage to keep it short, but this time I’ve got photos to go with it!

August 2020. Since the opportunities to explore the world are extremely limited right now, all we (R&X) can do is explore our own island! Well, just a part of it, because with the state borders still closed, we’re stuck in Western Australia (WA).

Luckily, we’re pretty fortunate because this state is huge: over 2.5 million km² (that’s more than four times the size of France or 1.5 times Quebec). What’s more, stretching over 20 degrees of latitude between the Antarctic Ocean and the Timor Sea, you’ll find climates ranging from Mediterranean to arid to tropical. That’s actually why we decided to head as far north as possible. Sick of the endless rainy winter in Perth, bring on the heat of the Kimberley... way up Nooorth!

Friday. At the airport, the main terminal was closed (not enough flights), so we ended up in the annex (where flights to the various mines usually depart from). There was no crowd at the gate, and in this huge, single departure lounge, empty seats were plentiful. Only three flights were listed on the screens for the rest of the morning: the first to Coondewanna (?), the second to Darwin, and ours to Kununurra (code KNX).

A cool breeze swept through the half-open corridors along the runways. At the top of the walkway leading to the Fokker 100 (the Airbuses and Boeings are now parked!), a flight attendant greeted us with a basket full of sanitary masks. We were actually the only masked passengers (the staff weren’t wearing them either). With zero Covid-19 cases in WA at the time, the only rule was to maintain social distancing—something pretty hard to do on a full plane!

It was also my first time wearing a mask—it felt weird, pretty uncomfortable, and after a while, painful behind the ears. I really feel for those who have to wear one all day, every day. The flight lasted three long hours, but luckily, I had a good book. From the window, I watched an endless expanse of salt lakes in all shapes and sizes—round, elongated, gray, white, sometimes blue and green—and an infinity of winding, capricious meanders, along with long straight lines that led nowhere. The last half-hour got more interesting as rocky, swollen formations and long, sloping plateaus appeared. Against the vast ochre landscape, green patches became more frequent.







Just before landing, rows of green fields briefly appeared, along with an surprisingly wide river—but we were already rolling down the tarmac. A few hangars, a myriad of small, stationary planes, and a tiny terminal topped with a sign: “Welcome to Kununurra.”







We wanted heat, and here it was—34°C the moment we stepped off the plane! We felt alive again and totally ridiculous in our jeans and sweaters. We quickly grabbed our suitcase and picked up the 4x4 we’d rented—more out of necessity, since only that type of vehicle can access the national parks we planned to visit.

Just four kilometers separated us from Kununurra, a town of 5,000 people founded in 1961 during the construction of the Lake Argyle Dam and the development of the Ord River Irrigation Area Scheme (more on that later). On the horizon, mountain ranges (a bit of an exaggeration, since we know Mt. Meharry, WA’s highest ‘mountain,’ doesn’t even reach 1,250 meters!) and closer to the road, a few irrigation canals cutting through stretches of bush, then a huge park overlooking a small lake lined with reeds.

A row of baobabs (yes, there are baobabs in Australia too!), a series of motels with immaculate lawns, a gas station, and there’s the main street leading to the town center—that is, the parking lots of the two supermarkets, the bottleshop, the pub, the Town Hall, the municipal pool, and the Tourist Office (already closed!), and at the next roundabout, another park, the Presbyterian church, and a few other shops. In short, two or three green blocks that you can explore in no time.

One road leads to the small industrial area and one of the town’s three or four campgrounds, while another heads toward the residential neighborhoods, which look just like the typical suburbs you find in any Australian city—except with tropical vegetation. We stocked up at Coles, an identical copy of the one near our place, and—surprise—the prices were practically the same.

We checked into one of the motels. The receptionist listed the town’s three or four restaurants, insisting that it’s always better to book a table. She recommended the Pump House, a bit outside town on the lake’s edge. “Best spot to watch the sunset, but hurry up.” she told us. It was only 5:00 PM!

When we got there half an hour later, the place was packed, and the sun had already disappeared behind a row of trees! Sure enough, we’d see a few days later that the sunset can be a stunning spectacle—if you wait a bit for the sky (especially if it’s cloudy) to blaze and reflect in the lake’s calm waters. A little disappointed, we headed back into town, where we easily found the other lively spot in town: the pub (nothing like an old English pub). Above the long L-shaped bar, several giant screens (thankfully muted) were broadcasting live footy, rugby league, etc. In one corner, players circled the pool table, while in another, customers were digging into plates of the day’s special. Instead of rooms, there were various patios where groups of friends and coworkers (easily recognizable by the fluoro vests they were still wearing) were gathered. We found a table under a mango tree—unfortunately, a little too close to the guitarist strumming his entire Country Music repertoire, complete with Keith Urban-style tremolos. Guaranteed culture shock!

Since it’s the custom here, we called the Country Club to book a table before the kitchen closed! The CC is the town’s—and even the region’s—fancy spot. Dark decor, modern furniture, dim lighting, and the air conditioning blasting. The twenty or so customers had taken refuge on the vast terrace, lit by torches. The view of the tall eucalyptus trees, illuminated by spotlights shifting from red to blue, was breathtaking.

The menu was minimal, but the grilled salmon was excellent, and the Pavlova (the meringue dessert Kiwis and Aussies have been arguing over since 1906) with melon and watermelon was absolutely divine.

It wasn’t even 9:00 PM, and we were already in bed. Had we already adopted the Top West End’s chicken schedule?!

To be continued... Journal dedicated to Attila

INTRODUCTION

Travel journal updated in MAY 2025

Since our travel plans outside Canada were canceled due to Covid-19, we decided to take our vacation in Quebec this summer and cover over 5,270 kilometers to explore the various tourist attractions of the North Shore and Gaspésie.

This summary will cover our experiences on the North Shore, while Gaspésie will be the subject of a future summary.

The North Shore, known for its stunning nature, is the perfect spot for outdoor enthusiasts since you can enjoy activities like hiking, wildlife observation, sea kayaking, fishing, and hunting (to name just a few).

It’s also one of the best places in the world to see whales.

Our journey along the North Shore took place between the villages of Tadoussac and Kegaska, as Route 138 ends at the beautiful, long beach in Kegaska.

Bonjour à toutes et tous,

En avril dernier, à la suite de Régis puis de Claire, nous avions partagé sur ce forum notre pérégrination atypique au Kenya dans la réserve du Masaï-Mara. A l'issue de ce récit, nous avions imaginé repartir soit en randonnée sur les plus hautes terres d'Ethiopie (une dizaine de jours dans les montagnes du Simien lors d'un long séjour en 2009), soit de suivre le cours tranquille de la rivière Luangwa, dans sa partie sud (deux semaines à cheval sur octobre et novembre 2019). Dans le but d'animer les colonnes désertées de Voyage Forum en raison d'une sournoise pandémie, nous avons choisi l'Afrique Australe, précisant que ce texte, destiné à notre entourage ne correspond pas tout à fait à l'esprit "Carnets de Voyages" du site, vous nous en excuserez. Comme la précédente, cette escapade est l'une des rares que nous ayons réalisée avec une agence : y prendrait-on goût ou vieillirait-on ? Pour agrémenter ses longues pages d'écriture (une trentaine pour la partie South Luangwa N P et une dizaine pour la visite de Mosi-oa-Tunya et alentours), Yolande a sélectionné les photos les plus représentatives de cette vadrouille zambienne, dont cette magnifique panthère, rencontrée dès notre entrée dans le sanctuaire.

En route pour le rêve, seule frontière encore ouverte. Bien amicalement. Jety 34.

Impossible de joindre la photo (au secours !), ci-joint le message de VF (??????)

et hop ! une nouvelle capitale européenne et ses alentours pour Cécile ....

Brel et Béart ont chanté cette charmante ville qui lui tardait de découvrir.. grâce à un CE généreux qui rend accessibles les Adagio Hôtel d'Europe...

11h de route ce dimanche de de retour de vacances... arrivée tardive et nocturne sur place donc dodo le 1er soir

La météo est mouvant mais que rien ne nous arrête... direction Utrecht..

1er choc: des vélos partout !!!! donc vitesse réduite ce qui permet de découvrir des bâtiments insolites





Utrecht centre ses canaux, l'Oudegracht





les touristes n ont pas encore envahi les bars des quais





Même le ramassage des poubelles se fait par péniche!



Pas de chance les 465 marches du Dom sont impossibles d accès

Hello les voyageurs, Je voulais savoir si certaines d'entre vous avaient déjà rencontré des soucis au Belize ? Je ne suis pas du tout de nature méfiante, je voyage souvent sans d'ailleurs faire assez attention. Il ne m'est jamais rien arrivé de négatif en voyage, si ce n'est au Belize. J'étais allée avec ma meilleure amie (depuis le Mexique car nous habitions là-bas). Nous avions une chambre d'hôtel basique. Durant la nuit, un homme (un voleur bien connu de la ville), est entré dans notre chambre et nous a volé toutes nos affaires de valeur. Nous l'avons vu mais au moment où il repartait. C'était trop tard. Ce qui est dingue dans cette histoire, c'est que cet homme avait eu la clef de notre chambre par le responsable de l'hôtel Encore plus dingue, ce sont des enfants qui étaient à côté de nous sur la plage, qui a renseigné que deux jeunes filles seules séjournaient dans tel endroit... Il vous est déjà arrivé une histoire complètement dingue ? Avez-vous eu des soucis au Belize ou pas du tout ? Je connais pas mal de personnes qui ont eu des problèmes à la frontière (moi aussi, ils ne voulaient pas nous laissé quitter le pays car il y avait une taxe à payer et nous n'avions du coup plus la moindre carte de banque ni centime...). Je vous raconte pas ça pour que vous soyez suspicieux des locaux lors d'un voyage. Simplement, le touriste est la proie facile par excellence (encore plus lorsqu'il s'agit de deux jeunes filles seules). Il faut juste rester sur ses gardes. Après, je ne sais pas trop comment j'aurais pu éviter cette arnaque ci ^^

Tous nos séjours en Grèce nous ont enchantées alors, après un séjour en Crète, à Rhodes, à Zakynthos et en Grèce centrale, pourquoi pas un tour du Péloponnèse?

Nous avons quelques hésitations quant à la chaleur possible (notamment pour les randonnées) mais finalement, hop! la réservation des billets d'avion est faite fin janvier: ce sera un départ de Bruxelles (avec Brussels airlines) le 05/07 à 7h30. ​ Puis arrive le (la) Covid avec son lot d'incertitudes: partira? Partira pas? Partira? Partira pas? Faut-il tout annuler, reporter? Au mois de juin les règles d'ouverture des frontières changent en permanence mais il arrive un moment où il faut bien se décider car certains hébergements ne sont plus annulables. Les frontières de la Grèce doivent théoriquement ouvrir totalement le 1er juillet (sous réserve de...) on doit partir le 5 ...alors, c'est décidé, on part! ...enfin, si tout se passe comme prévu!

L'ouest du Péloponnèse ne m'inspire pas plus que ça. Par contre Cythère me tente bien, alors voilà à quoi ressemblera notre circuit (on prendra le bateau pour Cythère à Neapoli):

Muriel

GENESE

Comme tous, le COVID a chamboulé nos plans. Normalement nous devions aller à Madagascar pendant un mois, projet reporté à l’année prochaine. Seulement, n’ayant jamais arrêté de travailler, malgré le confinement et le Covid j’avais réellement besoin de faire une « pause ».

Souhaitant limiter les risques de restrictions de déplacements nous ne quitterons pas l’Europe en nous centrant sur des endroits que nous avons toujours voulu visiter, mais habituellement trop fréquentés pour nous. Il y avait la Suisse avec ses montagnes et ses trains de légende, l’Islande et les îles Grecques.

Au final c’est l’attrait du soleil qui l’a emporté … enfin surtout auprès de madame ! Nous avions « entrevu » Santorin et Myconos lors d’une croisière en méditerranée en 2007 avec les enfants. Nous avions adoré … sauf la fréquentation !

Le premier élément à choisir est le point d’entrée, accessible en avion. Il y a Santorin et Myconos dans les Cyclades. Comme je rêvais de revoir la caldera de Santorin, le choix fut rapide. Ensuite je voulais des îles peu fréquentées ne nécessitant pas de trop long trajet en ferry. Sur 2 semaines 3 îles m’a paru être le bon choix. Avec le recul je confirme que c’est un bon dosage. Je me suis beaucoup servi du site Hellenica et Cycladen.be, qui sont très bien, pour faire mes choix.

La première sera Anafi, dans la catégorie « peu fréquentée » elle est très bien placée, en plus elle est petite, montagneuse et avec de belles plages. Une des raisons de sa faible fréquentation est le peu de liaison maritimes, ce sera donc à partir de cette contrainte que s’articulera le voyage.

Le second choix sera Astypalea car il y a un aéroport pour repartir, en plus c’est aussi une île peu fréquentée par les étrangers. Elle fait partie des Dodécanèse mais géographique se trouve proche des Cyclades.

Amorgos se glissera très naturellement entre les deux.

Une fois le planning établi j’ai réservé les vols chez Volotea qui a le bon goût de partir de Strasbourg … mauvais choix car les vols seront annulés 2 semaines plus tard.🏴‍☠️ Je me suis retourné vers Easy Jet qui part de Bâle Mulhouse, finalement tout aussi proche de chez nous que Strasbourg. Il faut dire qu’en Alsace nous avons la chance d’avoir pas mal d’aéroports dans un rayon de 3 heures autour de chez nous (en plus des deux précités il y a surtout Zurich et Frankfurt). Nous ferons donc BSL – Athènes – Santorin puis Astypalea – Athènes – BSL.

J’ai réservé par internet en direct les pensions : Villa Kalamiotissa pour Anafi Emprostiada Traditional Guest House et Pano Gitonia pour Amorgos Studio Killindra pour Astypalea Je réserve aussi une voiture à Amorgos puisque l’île est assez grande … et au final, suite à un échange avec mon logeur, également à Anafi.

Le roadbook sera assez rapide à établir … tant mieux car je n’ai que très peu de temps disponible, relancer mon entreprise suite au Covid-19 a accaparé tout mon temps.

En voiture ... pour ceux qui veulent 🙂

En cette année si particulière où les idées de voyage au-delà de nos frontières sont difficilement envisageables … l'occasion nous est donnée de « voyager » plus près de chez nous. Avec ce récit très illustré, je vous invite à découvrir (ou à redécouvrir) un de nos plus beaux sites du Sud-Ouest : le Cap Ferret. Entre les eaux du Bassin d'Arcachon et les vagues de l'Océan Atlantique, ma balade (photographique) suivra les rivages, de plages en dunes et traversera la pinède jusqu'au phare. J'ai choisi de vous présenter ces lieux que j'apprécie tout particulièrement depuis de nombreuses années mais en essayant d'éviter l'affluence estivale … Vous l'avez donc compris, ce sera ce coin de nature privilégiée qui sera à l'honneur mais sans l'agitation et la surfréquentation de la haute saison ! Certaines des photos présentées ont été prises à la fin de ce printemps, d'autres sont plus anciennes mais toutes vous feront partager, je le souhaite, le charme fou de cette si plaisante presqu'île.

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Au Cap-Ferret, un privilège des lèves-tôt consiste à assister parfois au spectacle de l'embrasement du ciel avant le lever du soleil … avec un plus, celui de contempler les nuances sur le miroir d'eau du Bassin d'Arcachon. Des lumières et des teintes dévoilées dans un superbe fondu enchaîné. De minutes en minutes, les tonalités varient passant comme ce matin-là de l'orangé au rose jusqu'à ce que le soleil inonde le paysage marin de sa lumière dorée. Splendide et éblouissant.



Je me trouve sur la plage du phare et il suffit de se retourner pour voir côté terre, le fameux phare avec sa lanterne encore allumée. Le phare du Cap Ferret qui veille sur cette extrémité de presqu'île sera un peu un fil rouge au cours de cette balade qui va vous mener du rivage côté Bassin jusqu'au littoral côté Océan. Un fil rouge … ou plutôt rouge et blanc à l'image des couleurs de sa haute colonne. Un phare qui domine toute cette extrémité de la presqu'île, on l'aperçoit de presque partout, aussi il sera présent sur plusieurs de mes photos de ce récit. En bordure de plage, les villas avec vue marine nous offrent à l'aurore un second miroir avec des reflets d'or sur leurs surfaces vitrées.





Un peu plus loin et un peu plus tard dans la matinée, nous voici à l'entrée du Quartier des pêcheurs que l'on pourrait également qualifier de quartier des ostréiculteurs. Un site classé pour le pittoresque de ses cabanes en bois. A côté de cette cabane, une pinasse, l'embarcation traditionnelle des lieux, vient de se refaire une beauté à coups de pinceaux. Elle attend sagement la prochaine mise à l'eau. Ici règne une atmosphère d'authenticité, celle des travailleurs de la mer et des parcs ostréicoles.





Dans ce hameau on prépare les fameuses huîtres du Bassin que l'on peut même déguster sur des terrasses aménagées avec vue imprenable sur l'étendue d'eau de la baie du Mimbeau.



C'est la dernière cabane ostréicole, tout au bout du quartier des pêcheurs, une cabane avec ici une vue dégagée sur la célèbre Dune du Pilat. J'aime bien cette atmosphère surannée donnée par cette ancienne Aronde des années 50/60. La présentation de la photo en sépia convient parfaitement en renforçant cette impression rétro … mais c'est peut-être dommage de se priver des jolies teintes jaunes des genêts en fleurs ! Bon, une précision, la photo n'a été prise qu'il y a deux ans seulement.



Faisons maintenant un bref crochet à proximité des cabanes des ostréiculteurs en passant parmi les pins. Avec ce soleil matinal et cette photo prise à contre-jour, les pins allongent leurs ombres sur le sol, un bel effet photogénique, je m'empresse de le capturer.



Un autre point de vue depuis ce bosquet. Ici, entre les pins et leurs lignes verticales s'invite la colonne toute droite du phare. Entre deux troncs elle s'immisce et tranche avec sa teinte claire par rapport à celle plus sombre de l'écorce des troncs de résineux.

Bonjour à tous

Le Vietnam pays magique multiculturel aux paysages diversifiés et époustouflants. Voilà ce que je vous invite à partager sans aborder s'il vous plaît ce qui aujourd'hui empêche la planète de vivre... Essayons d'être constructifs et positivons! Il est grand temps de rallumer les étoiles!

Pour commencer avec légèreté: La médecine des Dao, le bain aux herbes. C'est un moment délicieux après une journée de marche et de visites rien de tel pour vous requinquer! Ce bain est très souvent proposé aux touristes dans le nord, spécialité de l'ethnie Dao il est "accommodé" dans plusieurs maisons d'hôtes et hôtels aux besoins des touristes.

Traditionnellement les recettes sont destinées à chaque cas et en fonction de la pathologie: femmes enceintes ou qui viennent d'accoucher, nouveau-nés, malades, vieillards…les herbes seront donc choisies en fonction des besoins et du type de médication (orale, en bain, en emplâtre...). C'est dès l'aube que les femmes, les hommes, les chamanes iront cueillir ces plantes, racines et écorces dans la forêt, le tout sera combiné à un régime adapté (on ne mange pas de tout..) et souvent suivi d'un massage spécifique.

Nous en avons testé plusieurs à plusieurs endroits mais celui de la chamane Dao d'un petit village au nord de Muong Lay restera sans doute le plus authentique et le plus insolite.. On nous prend en main dès notre arrivée dans la maison de la chamane. Elle y vit avec sa fille et son gendre... Maison, je devrai plus dire assemblage de planches et de tôles et quand on connaît les rigueurs de l'hivers on peut rêver mieux. La pièce principale est bourrée de pots en tout genre remplis de décoctions plus ou moins troubles...ces sont les médications à avaler, beurk.. Il y a aussi de gros sacs (plastique) d'herbes, de racines, d'écorces, un vrai magasin d'herboriste (l'ordre et la propreté en moins) sans oublier bien sur l'hôtel des ancêtres. Derrière des rideaux, les couches des habitants, nous ne dormirons pas là, ouf.. Puis attenantes, les deux salles des bains avec 2 baquets chacune et entre les deux sous une pergola un énorme foyer construit en ciment surmonté d'une aussi énorme bassine où l'eau et les herbes "cuisent" jusqu'à parfois 12 heures...c'est là que l'on fait aussi cuire la soupe des cochons... Le feu est alimenté de poupée de maïs et de bois. C'est dans ces baquets que nous tromperont plus ou moins longtemps...le temps de "cuisson" est décidé par la chamane en fonction de chacun, jamais plus de 30 mm...et les herbes qui seront rajoutée dans les baquets seront aussi choisies en fonction de chaque "malade". C'est très très chaud, il faut vraiment se faire violence pour entrer là dedans et c'est sans compter qu'une fois immergés la dame ajoute de l'eau chaude bien sur...ouille. Une fois "les touristes bien cuits" on nous sort de là, inutile de préciser que nous ressemblons plus à des homards qu'à des visages pâles... Après cuisson, nous serons conduits ensuite vers le silo à grains, où une pièce spéciale massage à été aménagée à son top, on l'atteint via une échelle de bois...au sol deux couches. Ici commence le moment le plus douloureux de tous les massages faits au Vietnam par le gendre et la fille de la maison.. Pas de douces caresses, non, non, mais un pétrissage et un battage en bonne et due forme suivis de torsion, j'ai cru ma dernière heure arrivée... Pour clore la séance nous dînerons chez la chamane d'un souper spécial, la couleur des mets est importante, nous ne mangerons que du blanc et du vert....des légumes et des herbes inconnues de nous et un peu de poulet bouilli, élastique à souhait, sans doute celui que nous avons croisé sur le chemin en arrivant et des petits poissons frits (très bons). C'est sans conteste le meilleur soin reçu au Vietnam si l'on fait abstraction de la propreté des lieux, des serviettes (surtout apporter les siennes) et des moments douloureux.