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tel que promis, je vous transmet mes commentaires sur le playa pesquero `.

premierement j ai passe des vacances extraordinaire dans un site merveilleux.

les seules commentaires negatifs que j ai entendus on ete le mauvais service offert par le grossiste tres mauvais. exemples un couple a de l eau dans sa chambre ils vont voir leus agents de voyage ca prit 3 jours avant qu il n est une nouvelle chambre. certains ont troves le site trop gros pas assez intime. d autres ont chiales contre certains employes marabout qui fonctionnaient seulement au pourboire, mais c est un peu notre faute au touriste a force de trop les tipper ils finissent par s habituer a ca j ai vu des gens donner 1 $$ de pourboire pour un mini cornet.

ce que je trouve plaisant avec le pesquero, c est qu il est encore en periode de rodage et il s ameliore a chaque jour, j ai suivi tout les commentaires sur le forum et presque tout les commentaires negatifs ont ete ameliores, je commence

prix du voyage:

il faut en profiter cette annes car l an prochain, il sera beaucoup plus chere. des gens ont reussis a la derniere minute a payer 860$$ un vrai deal

forfait or ou argent:

il en coute 150 $$ de plus personnes pour avoir le formait or, nous finalement, on a eu le meme service avec le forfait argent, on devait avoir le restaurant romantico en moin mais on a ete debrouillard et on y a meme ete 2 fois

accueuil:

l accueuil est plutot froid, sans musique ni sourire mais bon ca dure 30 minutes, on a tombe sut le pire il s appel roger si vous etes capable faite vous repondre par levis il est tres gentils et parle francais. ah oui, j oubliais a l acceuil a tout moment vous pouvez vous faire faire du change c est tres pratique

n.b. pour rendre votre sejour agreable, je vais tenter de vous conseiller le mieux possible en vous donnant des trucs qui allez voir ou allez etc car quand on y va jute une semaine si on sait toute ces choses, on sauve beaucoup de temps

reservation au restaurant:

allez y le premier matin, vous serez sur d avoir ce que vous voulez.le romantico se classe numero 1, ensuite le seafood le soir, le trattoria, le grill(barbecue), le mexicain, le creollo et le gondola se classe dernier selon plusieurs personnes. ca depend des gouts

details sur les restos:

1. romantico: ce restaurant est magnifique il est beau et chique. demande a etre servi soi par dianel, il est extremement gentils et parle un bon francais ou judili qui est toujours souriante et tres gentille. les langouste sont tres bonne et si vous etes un bon mangeur, ils se feront un plaisir de vous en donner 2 en entree homard et ananas excellent desset crepe flambe au rhum succulent il y a meme un digestif ca vous derangera pas de donner un bon pourboire a cette endroit car il n y a rien a redire. vous leur direz un petit bonjour de michel et elaine on les connait bien car on les avait connus au super club costa verde, ah oui j oubliais, il y a 2 musicens qui jouent de la musique durant le souper. je suis aller a leur rencontre pour qu ils viennent jouer a notre table, c est tres romantique demandez leur qu ils vous jouent une chanson romantique cubaine, elle est tres bonne nous on leur a donne 5 $$ de pourboire

le seafood: il est situe sur le bord de la plage et on y mange mieux le soir que le midi. les serveurs du bar sont plutot bete et fonctionnent au pourboire lorsqu on est sur la plage, on y va souvent et ca devient tannant

le tratorria. nous on y est allez 3 fois aussi bon le midi que le soir, il s agit de pizza mince et de pate. tortellini au fruit de mer pizza playa pesquero, canelloni sont excellent

le grill: tres bon aussi, un peu froid mais on est a cuba il y a differente sorte de viande tres bon

mexicain: moi j ai bien aime mais la majorite on trouve ca trop epice les repas pricipales ne ressembles au mexicain qu on connait a quebec. moi je vous conseil de prendre 2 entrees a la place du repas principales j ai oublie le nom mais il y a au moin 3 choix d entree de menu comme au quebec. aussi faite vous choisir par michel il est extremement gentils, lui aussi, on l; avait connu au costa verde, il nous a meme offert de lui dire si on voulait dans n impoete lequel restaurant une 2 e fois, il s organiserait pour nous obtenirs une reservations

le godola: nous on ni y est pas allez mais tout les gens qu on a vu n ont pas aimes mais il vaut que vous alliez le voir car, il est tres beau

le club cubano: on y a pas mange mais pour y prendre une biere au bar c est super informez vous quand jorge travail, il est trippant

beer garden: un petit fast food pas pire 24 h on y sert que de la biere mais on a des petits mets tres bien en apres midi ou en fait de soiree ca fait la faire. il y a biensur hamburger et hot dog mais le best sont les saucisse avec chou, le poulet pane et aussi les crevettes

creolo: nous on n y ai pas allez mais s etait partages certain ont aimes d autres noms

les bars: c est au lobby de l hotels qu on trouve le plus grandchoix de boissons. il est 24 h aussi. des fois, il y a beaucoup de monde, le soir un cubain y joue du piano. faite vous servir par pavel(garcon) et luismilla( fille) ils sont tres sympatique. je vous donne les noms pour etre sur de ne pas tomber sur les airs betes il vaut mieux adopter ces serveurs

a la discotheque:quand j y suis allez il y avait 2 serveurs principales. un jeune au cheveux noir vraiment mauvais qui veut jute des pourboires et l autre est tres gentils j ai oublie son nom mais vous alez le remarquer il est chalheureux pogner de main aux hommes acollade au femme, il prepare souvent notre drink prefere d avance lorsqu il voit qu on a presque termine

a l aquabar: les plus sympatique sont lionel.alfred et ulio. quand alfred est la demander le special alfred, c est mix super bon

autres bars: ils sont bien mais sans plus, ils ont rajoutes des mini bar pour accomodes lesgens (ex a la piscine ou a la plage) c est un des points qu ils ont ameliores suite au commentaire negatif) lors des spectacles, il y a des serveurs qui arpentent l agora(il y en avait pas avant)

chambres:elles sont belles et propres un petit cadeau par jour au femme de chambres est apprecies. il y a tout l equipement necessaire a l interieur tv radio cd fer a repasser frigidaire emplie a chaque jour de 2 bieres 2 colas et une grosse bouteille d eau il y a un cofret de surete aussi. on a eu un petit trouble a notre chambre et 15 minutes plustard s etait regles

le sites: il est super beau et immense, il y a un petit train qui passe toute la journee pour vous rendre ou vous voulez

les g. o. : s il y a une place ou vous pouvez donner un pourboire, s est au g. o. qui en ont generalement pas.moi, j aime relaxer en voyage meme j aime aussi m amuser. la bas j ai adore roberto il est jeune et tres energique a quels reprises, je lui ai remis des cadeaux et 1$ car il m etait le party dans la place et quand on voyage une semaine, s est tres court.

la discotheque: ca commence pas avant 22 45 apres le spectacle. il manque un peu de choix de musique si vous avez de bons c d, pourquoi ne pas les amener, ils vont se faire un plaisir de les faires jouer. c est vous qui faite l ambiance la musique est bonne roberto va animer le tous mais il faut embarquer biensur meme si c est tannant, on tipe un peu roberto et le dj et on passe une belle soiree 1$$ ca fait

les spectacles: ils sont tous bons, les g.o. sont droles, il vaut la peine de participer aux jeus meme si on fait un peu le clown, premierement s est drole pour les gens qui vous accompagnent et il y a de beaux prix(exemples excursios avec les dauphins pour 2 pers valeurs de 200$$ us

activites: il y a de tout, club enfants, club ados, basketball, tenis, badminton. squash, volleyball, water polo soccer, etc. ping pong, billard hockeys airs echecs geantsetc salles d entrainement jaccusi etc etc

vous allez recevoir un programme d activites vraiment varies, il s agit de participer, vers 1500 dirigez vous vers l aqua bar, il y a de la bonne musique et de belles activites

sports nautiques:on peut faire du catamaran 30 min gratuit on donne un pourboire . snorkling. amenerz vous des bananes votre masqu et tuba et dirigez vous au lti costa verde 5 minutes de marches pres du bord du centre de plongez, il y a une grosse dans le fond de l eau tirez vos morceau de bananes a cet endoit et vous verrez des centaines de poissons d toute les couleurs. si vous le voulez aller au super club costa verde en groupe donner 5$ dollard par personne et vous ferez du catamaran plus un tour de bateau banane.

excursions:j en ai 3 a vous conseiller.

1. randonnes a bicyclette voir un village(maison cubaine, ecole, eglise, epicerie, etc) c est gratuit et tres interessant. nous on avait amene des cadeaux aux enfants, ils etait 15 environs

2. baignade avec les dauphins, un peu chere 99$ us par personne mais ca vaut la peine. on va la bas en speed boat, on prend un drink avec un groupe cubain qui joue de la bonne musique, on est 20 minutes avec les pauphins ensuite, on a un gros souper au langouste et un gros spectacles avec 10 musiciens et 15 danseurs s est super

3. excursions en catamaran: on y est pas allez mais les gens nous ont dient que s etait super. on est 30 sur un catamaran, boissons a volontes, on fait du snorkling a un endroit bien choisi, on a un souper d inclus, on visite l ile de l amour c est super

achat: a l hotel meme, il y a pleins de choses a vendre boissons, cigares et vetements. si vous le voulez vous pouvez aller a guerdelavaka, il y a un marche il vous en coutera 18 $$ us en taxi allez retour c est bien mais sans plus. on sauve surtout sur la boisson. aalez au centre d achat plutot que pret du marche

il n y avait pas de mouche la plages etait belle un peu de coquillage

je pense avoir termine excuser la longueur et les fautes mais je voulais etre complet passez un beau voyage nous on u retourne l an prochain. en passant, on etait 2 couples mais on s est fait d autres amis et s etait encore plus le fun, si vous avez d autres questions ne vous genez pas.

si vous voulez en apprendre sur cuba, allez voir eddy au tennis bye j en aurais encore plein a dire

Prenant un immense plaisir à découvrir vos carnets de voyage 😏, je me suis décidée à poster le mien ...en toute modestie ...afin de vous faire partager ...quelques jours ...à Rome ...

Et comme le dit si bien un ami de VF ...l'important n'est pas la destination ...mais la déambulation (il se reconnaîtra et ne m'en voudras pas, je pense, d'avoir repris ses propos)--

1er jour 😉

Après un dernier dial ...vers les 3h00 du matin sur (ben! oui) VF avec un ami (je vous rassure j'avais dormi entre temps) ...je raccroche le pc ... et après un petit kawa bien chaud ...Mon loulou (c'est mon mari) et moi chargeons la voiture.

C'est vers 4h00 ...que nous démarrons ...il fait encore nuit ... le ciel est magnifiquement étoilé (cela présage du bon temps de la journée qui s'annonce), seuls quelques réverbères et un 1/4 de lune éclaire la route de campagne que nous empruntons pour rejoindre l'autoroute.

Une fois sur la E19 (peu fréquentée à cette heure) ...nous filons droit vers Zaventem (aéroport national) ... je ferme les yeux et pense à cette capitale d'Italie ...qui sera bientôt toute proche. (on est fan de ce pays en forme de botte ... nous avons déjà parcouru une bonne partie de son territoire ...mais pas encore découvert sa capitale)

Vers 5h00 ...arrivée à Zaventem ...Prise des billets (c'est que l'overbooking ça existe) ...Check in de notre bagage (1 seul nous ne partons que peu de temps) ...et après avoir embrassé mes parents (qui nous ont lifté jusqu'à l'aéroport)...nous passons de l'autre côté ...celui réservé à l'embarquement. 20 min à pied pour rejoindre la zone d'embarquement du nouveau terminal (pour les destinations européennes)...Mais quel plaisir ...les aéroports ont cette odeur ...si particulière, celle du départ vers ...le voyage ...essence même de notre ressourcement.

Nous voici arrivé au dernier contrôle, celui des bagages via détecteur au rayon x ...et quand je passe ...sous leur portique ...je sonne en beauté !!! Sur quoi ...une grande dame, tout en uniforme et le sourire absent des lèvres, me demande de la suivre ...direction la cabine de déshabillage . Ca commence fort! Elle me fait retirer mes pompes, ma pochette (dans laquelle je tiens ma carte bancaire), mes bracelets ...Me fait relever blouse ...et j'ai droit à la fouille en bonne et due forme ...Je ne vous raconte pas la tête de mon chéri (qui se marrait)...Quand il revoit la douanière ressortir avec mes fringues de la cabine pour tout passer au scan! (Y avait des barres de fer dans les semelles de mes bouts apparemment!!! ... à bon entendeur!) ...j'aurais pas osé rejouer ici le coup du pilote français aux USA ...

C'est donc rhabillée ...et ayant récupéré mes effets perso ...que nous pouvons ...enfin ...nous rendre à la porte d'embarquement.

6h30 du mat, le check in des tickets commence et nous empruntons le couloir qui mène à la porte de l'avion ...On prend place, moi près du hublot et mon loulou galant, à côté de moi ...

7h05 ...L'avion (Vol Virgin) se trouve en bout de piste de décollage ...il fait crisser les moteurs et avec toute sa superbe puissance met le coup d'accélérateur et commence sa course au sol pour quelques secondes plus tard s'envoler ... Comme d'hab ...je joints mes mains et prie ...

J'ouvre les yeux et observe Bruxelles ...Un peu plus bas ...la capitale européenne qui s'éveille ...Le coeur rempli de joie et le sourire aux lèvres ... Et puis vient cette traversée rapide vers le haut ...toujours plus haut ...dans la brume et soudain ...ce magnifique tapis de nuages ... sous nos yeux et ce ciel bleu azur ...que les habitants du bas ...ne perçoivent pas encore.

Pendant le vol ...Nous avons pu apercevoir les sommets enneigés de ces magnifiques montagnes suisse et le paysage vallonné toscan.

A 8h45 (après 1h40 de vol) ...atterrissage en douceur à Rome Fiumicino ... Grand aéroport ... Mais géré avec la souplesse italienne et tout le charme que cela procure ...

Soudain !!! Panne de courant ...On attend donc un peu pour les bagages ...Mais bon! on s'en fou ...On est là!

Une fois les bagages récupérés, on se dirige vers la sortie... Nous demandant ...Quel moyen de transport allons nous choisir pour rejoindre le centre (l'aéroport se trouve à + 30 Km) : soit le train (jusqu'à la gare Termini : + 20 euros pour deux (durée du tajet : 1/2 heure et départ toutes les 30 min environ) auquel s'ajoute ensuite le métro ou le bus ... ou alors le taxi (35 euros + 10 euros pour le chargement des bagages) ...On se dit ...Tentons d'abord le taxi et essayons de négocier ...attention aux arnaques toutefois ...certains petits filous repérant le touriste à plein nez (prendre les taxis officiels = blancs avec compteur) ... Puis ...Coup de bol ...On rencontre un autre couple ...et on s'allie pour du co-voiturage (divisant ainsi le prix par 2 ... Ce qui revient donc au même prix que le train ...avec le gain de temps en plus ) ...petit conseil donc : n'hésiter pas à faire du co-voiturage!

C'est donc, aimablement chargé par le taximen (dont la conduite fait honneur à l'italie toute entière !!!) ... et sous le soleil qui pointe déjà avec force ...Que nous rejoignons notre hôtel ... apercevant les nombreux dattiers et les ruines romaines ...Quel bonheur!

A l'hôtel (Pace Helvezia ...Superbement situé dans le centre historique) ...On dépose les bagages et on se pose, quelques instants, dans le salon ...afin de déterminer ce que nous allons découvrir, dans un premier temps ...

Première approche et découverte ...la Piazza Venezia (les principales artères de la ville convergent ici)...sous nos yeux : le Vittoriano, le Palazzo Venezia, le forum et la colonneTraiano, le forum Romain ...envahis par cette majestuosité qu'ont les vieilles pierres ...on s'assied à l'ombre d'un arbre, surplombant les fouilles romaines et on prend le temps de regarder la vie locale s'ébattre autour de nous ...entre les touristes (nombreux) et les locaux ... Tout le monde, la bouteille d'eau fraîche à la main ... (petit conseil, acheter les dans une supérette, plutôt que dans les cabanons sur rue (2 euros pour 1 bouteille soit le double du prix!) ...Puis on bourlingue avec douceur dans les rues typiques ...de cette merveilleuse ville ...et nous posons vers midi à la terrasse d'un petit resto (Bibo - Piazza SS Apostoli - compter environs 20 euros) : au menu ....Bien évidemment Pizza (pas celles que l'on mange chez nous ...Style roue de camion) mais la bonne, la vraie, l'italienne ...C'est là que j'y ai découvert la pizza - viande de grison et salade (roquette) ...

Début d'après-midi ...retour à l'hôtel ... il fait très très chaud ... un peu claqués quand même ...On s'adonne à une sympathique sieste (la chambre ayant l'air co ...par bonheur!).

Après ce petit repos (qui a fait un bien fou!) on reprend la route à pied (excellent moyen de découvrir la ville) ... repris d'un coup par la chaleur ...dès le 1er pas ...

Direction la superbe fontaine de Trevi ... Un des monuments qui m'a le plus flashé à Rome ... Extraordinaire ...énormément peuplée (c'est vrai) ...Mais dont le charme monte en puissance à l'intérieur de soi ...faisant ressentir ... une plénitude dingue!

Puis déambulation avec plaisir dans les nombreuses ruelles de la ville ...jusqu'à la Piazza Navona (qu'une amie de VF m'avait vivement conseillé) ...Plein de fontaines (celle de Neptune, celle de Maure et surtout celle des fleuves = représentant les 4 fleuves : Le Gange (Asie) - Le Rio de la Plata (l'Amérique) - Le Danube (L'Europe) et le Nil (l'Afrique)) ... je me suis assise longtemps sur le bord de ces fontaines ...fermant les yeux ...et écoutant le ruissellement ...

Sur ces places ...(celle là mais d'autres aussi) règne une ambiance chaleureuse et multiculturelle...ou pleins de regards se croisent et pleins de pas les foulent ... Plénitude ...

C'est à la tombée de la nuit ...Que nous rejoignons la Piazza della Rotonda et du célèbre Panthéon (superbe coupole)... découverte donc de la Rome baroque

On se pose, en début de soirée, dans une guinguette (un charme fou ...mais un vrai piège à touristes ...très peuplée et 15 % de + appliqué pour le service) Malheureusement, je ne me souviens plus du nom (se situe entre la fontaine de Trevi et la Piazza Navona)...

Ensuite retour à la fontaine de Trevi ...Que dire ...j'en suis tombée directement sous le charme ... Dans cette nuit noire ...elle est éclairée ...juste là où il faut ...et le spectateur n'a d'yeux que pour elle.Puis nous flânons ...en douceur ... nous reposons à la Piazza Venezia ...contemplons encore et toujours ...savourant pleinement ...

Vers minuit ...On regagne l'hôtel ... Profitons d'une bonne douche ...avant de regagner nos pénates

2ème jour 😄

Après une bonne nuit et un petit déj continental, nous entamons cette deuxième journée ... Le premier pas dehors et la chaleur déjà bien présente, contraste avec l'air co dont nous bénéficions dans la camera. C'est dingue ...déjà ...la ville est en pleine ébullition : on observe le ballet incessant des nombreux taxis et des bus en tout genre.

On se dirige vers une petite supérette à "bibitte fresca" ...pour faire le plein d'aqua frizante ...pour notre Parcours de la matinée.

C'est de la grande avenue qui rejoint le colisée ...que nous contemplons, les veilles pierres ...encore elles ...toujours elles : le Forum Di Cesar, le Forum Romain ... Et on s'adonne avec plaisir à notre deuxième pêché mignon : la photo.

Arrivés devant le Colisée ...on se sent ...comme écrasés par la masse et la majestuosité du monument ...On se pose pour en admirer chaque recoin, chaque vôute extérieure ...cette petite pause me permet de marchander avec un indien ...le coût de quelques bracelets ... J'adooooooooooore! On y vend de tout ...des choses jolies ...comme le ridicule du ridicule (ex : parapluie à fixer sur la tête par un cerceau ...pour protéger du soleil!!!! de toute beauté !!! Si!Si!) ...les marchands ambulants sont surtout des indiens ou des asiatiques ...les Romains ayant leur échoppes ...fixes, essentiellement composées de petites poteries sur les monuments de la ville et de chapelets en tout genre!Le Colisée est splendide ...Mais la méga file de touristes qui y est présente ...décourage réellement ... On poursuit donc notre chemin, un peu plus loin ...et ...rien que pour le plaisir (c'est la 1ère fois) ...on pose avec César et ses centurions ... Mon loulou, l'épée en main et le casque romain sur la tête ...quant à moi ...me voilà ...une seconde dans la peau d'une Cléopâtre "blonde" ...Une sacrée partie de plaisir ...qui se monnaie ...mais qui fera un souvenir ... (environs 5 euros ... petit conseil ...c'est le même prix pour le centurion seul ...ou avec ses "acolytes" ...donc chiner un peu!)

Ensuite direction l'Arc de Triomphe de Constantin ... Encore une fois ...une impression saisissante de démesure ... Non loin de là, un tas de vendeurs de brols en tout genre (chapeau, lunettes de soleil) se mettent à replier illico presto, leur étale ...C'est que les carabiniers arrivent !!! Cela aussi ...c'est le théâtre instantané de la vie locale, comme elle se déroule!

Puis ...nous allons au Palatin ( paf : 10 euros = entrée du Palatin et du Colisée, on ne peut prendre l'un sans l'autre)

Merveilleux ...Immense site ...Une des 7 collines de Rome ...berceau de la ville éternelle ...suscitant une vague d'émotions.C'est au travers des différentes fouilles du palatin que nous évoluons ...guide à la main, afin de comprendre ce que nous observons ...la ration d'eau diminuant ...tellement il fait très très chaud! (même à Pompéi, nous ne nous souvenons pas d'avoir eu cette chaleur!) ...Parfois quelques arbres ...permettent de se poser ...à l'ombre de leur branches ... et un joli chat sauvage ...pointe le bout de son nez.

Après cette visite qui apprend énormément de choses sur l'histoire ... On retourne vers le Colisée et le ticket en main ...on évite l'immense file d'attente (pour achat du ticket d'entrée), puisqu'il ne reste qu'à oblitérer le billet (je vous conseille vivement de procéder de la sorte ...Superbe gain de temps!) ... L'intérieur y est saisissant ...La cavea, les gradins ...Seule tristesse ...Ce fut le lieu de nombreux jeux antiques (Ca c'est Ok) mais aussi de nombreux combats entre les hommes et les animaux sauvages (lions, tigres, éléphants)

Ressortis et en nage ...on s'assied à l'extérieur de ce monument ...avalant à grandes gorgées de l'eau et encore de l'eau ... les fringues trempées de sueur ...

Retour à l'hôtel vers le milieu de l'après midi ...et le plaisir de s'installer sur un lit douillet ...pour sièster ...

Fin d'après-midi ...On reprend la route ...et en 2 secondes ... les gouttes recommencent à couler sur le visage et dans le dos ...Qué calor!!! Mama mia!!!

On continue à déambuler ...observant cette circulation éffrennée tant des véhicules (il y a beaucoup de smarts) que des nombreux piétons (locaux ou touristes) ... Pour se poser à la terrasse du 1er petit resto de la veille ... (on a la dalle! on a pas encore mangé depuis le petit déj) ... Cette fois ci ...on fait honneur aux pastas ... Al dente SVP ...un régal ...

C'est bien plus tard, dans la soirée ...qu'on reprend notre chemin ...direction la fontaine de Trévi ... je l'ai à peine quitté depuis la veille, mais elle m'a terriblement manqué et c'est le cœur rempli d'émotions que je la retrouve ...Comme le veut la tradition, chacun à notre tour (il y a un peu moins de gens) ...dos à la fontaine, nous jettons 2 pièces, l'une pour faire un vœux (chuuut!) et l'autre pour revenir à Rome (Ca c'est sûr ...nous y retournerons!).Puis plus loin ...sur une placette ...je craque ...pour un tatouage au henné ... Je me pose donc et avec plaisir ...je confie ma cheville gauche (oui! pas la droite, il paraît que c'est la gauche quand on est marié) ...à un berbère algérien (à Rome!!! ...j'adooooooooooooore ce mélange de culture!) et le laisse aller à son imagination et sa créativité ... C'est un pur moment de plaisir, de rencontre et de discussion.

On se pose ensuite à la terasse d'un bar ...et je savoure by night ...une de ces grappa! Un régal!

Tard dans la nuit et après avoir encore profité des joies locales ...de cette fourmilière humaine (Rome vit la nuit, c'est dingue!!!) ...on rejoint notre hôtel .

3ème jour

réveil, douche, petit déjeuner, C'est avec le plein de bibite fresca ... que nous empruntons les ruelles typiques jusqu'à la Piazza di Spagna.

On se pose près de la fontaine de la Barcaccia (aux pieds des escaliers de la Trinité) ... La main chatouillant l'eau fraîche ...je lis son histoire. On raconte que : Cette fontaine (en forme de barque et ornée de soleils à ses extrémités) fait référence à une crue du Tibre qui charria une barque jusque sur cette place. Après cette petite pause, on gravit les escaliers de la trinité des Monts ... il sont tour à tour gracieux et majestueux. Arrivés au sommet ...on a un point de vue magnifique sur la Ville ...

Une petite entrée rapide dans l'Eglise de la Trinita dei Monti (elle est aujourd'hui une propriété française et d'ailleurs les 3/4 des messes se font en français ...) ...entrée rapide, car c'est l'heure de la messe ...et y être présent, pendant l'office religieux avec notre matos photo ... Ca fait tâche et pas très respectueux!

Ensuite, nous nous dirigeons vers la place del Popolo ...c'est une des plus vastes de la ville ...et nous avons de la chance ...le dimanche, elle est fermée à la circulation automobile ...on peut donc s'y ballader librement! Il y a là les églises jumelles à l'entrée de la Via del Corso (pourtant, elles ne sont semblables que d'apparence) : l'Eglise Santa Maria di Montesanto et celle de Santa Maria dei Miracoli - mais aussi les nombreuses fontaines (encore et toujours ...à l'image de la ville Romaine) et l'obélisque égyptien (il y en a partout aussi) ..orné de lions et enfin, la célèbre église di Santa Maria del Popolo (mais encore une fois, nous avons préféré ne pas déranger l'office religieux qui s'y déroulait)

C'est en reprenant la Via del Corso (rue commerçante importante) que nous rejoignons la Piazza Venezia ...puis notre hôtel ... afin de retrouver un peu de fraîcheur (grâce l'air co) ...nous sommes trempés et pour ...ben! oui ...re-sièste!Fin après-midi, comme à notre habitude ...on remet le nez dehors ...

Nous flânons encore, avec délectation dans ces petites ruelles ...jusqu'à l'église de Gésu ...MAGNIFIQUE !!! Un intérieur à couper le souffle! Sa richesse stupéfie ...des fresques absolument démentielles ...l'autel Saint Ignace de Loyola ...est superbe.

Après cette visite ...on se pose sur les marches extérieures de l'Eglise et on sent un petit vent qui vient fouetter nos corps ...L'histoire raconte que la Piazza de Gésu est souvent battue par le vent, car selon une légende romaine, il en est ainsi depuis que le diable demanda au vent de l'attendre pendant qu'il entraît dans l'église ...Mais il n'en ressorti jamais et le vent attend toujours.

Puis direction La Piazza de la Minerva avec son Eglise et l'obélisque égyptien posé sur le dos d'un éléphant (également un coup de coeur!).On démambule encore jusqu'à la place de la Rotonda et du Panthéon (fermé) ...et là ...on se pose au moins 1h30 ...je ferme les yeux et ne pense plus à rien, au bord de la fontaine ...

On se pose ensuite dans une guinguette typique ...pour manger un bout, aux côtés de ces animations typiques de rue ... (statues hûmaine, musiciens ...)

Retour à l'hôtel ...où je m'écroule sur le lit (de fatigue)

4ème jour 😉

Comme d'hab ... petit déj ...et bonne douche ...bouteille d'eau sous la main et chapeau sur la tête ...nous entamons une nouvelle journée de visite :

Aujourd'hui : Direction le Capitole ( splendide également) ...c'est la plus petite colline de Rome, mais la plus prestigieuse. Découverte de l'église di Santa Maria d'aracoeli, de la piazza del Campidoglio, du palazzo senatorio, du palazzo dei conservatori ... Et une superbe vue sur le forum Romain ...

Nous sommes restés un bon bout de temps à cet endroit ...tellement il y a des choses à voir ... Mon loulou s'étant même à un moment couché sur cette place ...faisant une photo à effet d'optique (j'vous passe la tête des touristes qui le prenaient pour un fou ...se demandant ce qu'il pouvait bien photographier là ...Non! Non! ce n'étais pas leurs pieds!)

En guise de repas (à midi mais aussi au soir) ...ce fut, quelques portions de pizzas ...achetées dans une échoppe locale.En fin d'après midi ...nous avons été visiter le Vittoriano ...Monument imposant ...et qui nous a émmerveillé ...gardé par des hommes en uniforme ...il offre une vue unique et fabuleuse sur la ville (Capitole, Colisée, Forum Romain et Vatican) ...Un petit conseil, pour les amateurs de photos ...La nuit ...il vaut le coup de s'arrêter ...l'objectif pointé sur l'édifice au départ de la Via del Corso.

En début de soirée ...Nous avons réintégré l'hôtel ...C'est que le lendemain nous partons (le voyage ayant dû être écourté ...pour des raisons indépendantes de notre volonté ...Mais ce sont des choses qui arrivent!)

5ème jour 😏

Les bagages bouclés ...un taxi nous drope jusqu'à Rome Fiumicino ... Même rituel pour les Check in en tout genre (j'avais planqué mes pompes dans mes bagages ...les troquant contre mes petites slaches grecques ...je voulais pas revivre l'épisode de la fouille!)...et c'est avec 1h30 de retard (en cause le mauvais temps sur Bruxelles) que nous décollons (vol SN Brussels Airlines) vers 14h30 ... Incroyable ... Mais vrai ...du retard à Rome aussi et une file d'avions qui attendent le décollage (nous étions dans le 6ème d'une bonne quinzaine ...)

Cette fois (et en raison de la météo) ...la trajectoire aérienne empruntée est différente ...et nous passons au dessus du Sud de la France (Nice, Marseilles ...) avant de rejoindre notre plat pays ... Atterissage à Bruxelles : 16h00 ...Ayant du rentrer plus tôt que prévu ... Nous n'avons pas eu le temps de découvrir ...d'autres parties de Rome dont la Place Saint-Pierre et le Vatican (palais et musées) - Les termes di Caracalla ... Mais nous y retournerons ...c'est certain ...faisant confiance à cette pièce jettée dans la fontaine de Trevi.

__ En espérant ...n'avoir pas été trop longue 🤪...et vous avoir un peu emmené à Rome, à travers mon récit ...

Un site photos est en construction ...dès qu'il sera prêt ...je ne manquerais pas de vous indiquer l'adresse.

Gene

Hi there! 🙂

We’re heading to Sri Lanka for 23 days in January 2027—there are four of us—and we’ll wrap up the trip with 5 days in Mumbai. Our itinerary is coming together, but what do you think? (We can’t change the dates since our flights are already booked.)

We still have one night to slot in, and I’ve tentatively planned it in Tangalle, though it was a bit random. Would it make more sense to place it at a different stop? Or is there an intermediate stop I might be missing?

I’ve got accommodations sorted everywhere except Mumbai—it’s a nightmare (either way too expensive or really dodgy). By default, we’ve spotted the Residency Hotel Fort, but 70 € a night (with a discount) for a hotel that doesn’t offer anything special in India?!

Thanks so much for your help!

Day 1 – February 14

We all have two lives. And the second one kicks off the day you realize you only have one, with the determination to spend the time you have left on what truly adds sparkle to your life, Kevin! I like to elegantly introduce a trip with a philosophical quote. First, it gives you the illusion that I’m some kind of deep thinker, and second, it lets me fill up the first few lines of my blank page when I don’t know how to tell you I’m diving back into what really lights up my life: another adventure beyond the horizon! And nearly every other year, like a toxic relationship, my horizon tends to take shape in Uncle Sam’s backyard. And this, despite his cousin Donald calling the shots. Speaking of which, it was partly that impulsive guy who pushed us to be just as impulsive and snag our four flight tickets at a ridiculously low price—a direct result of foreign tourism taking a hit from BetaMax’s repeated antics... Four tickets? Who are the other lucky ones? In this case, our lucky ones are actually lucky ladies: My Flo, always up for exploring the world with me on foot, camelback, or scooter, is obviously in on the fun. The other two seats went to our daughters, Sasha and Luna, both thrilled to be part of this new American adventure...

But what’s the American West like in February?... A gamble. Let’s call it Russian roulette since we’re not landing during peak weather season. That’s why we encouraged our transportation and accommodation to get cozy and produce a little camper van, so we can stay ultra-flexible in the face of any weather tantrums. We’ll be roaming in Kara the van with the motto "Follow the sun!" Bad weather? We bolt. Snow? We speed up. Sunny? We act like it was the plan all along and soak it up.

"Okay, but why keep coming back to the same corner of the globe? After ten American adventures, you must be tired of seeing the same things, right?" But I’m not crazy, you know!... The American West is like making love to your gorgeous wife over and over, always enjoying it just as much. And contrary to what you might think, the American West isn’t just the Grand Canyon, Monument Valley, Las Vegas, and Bryce Canyon. Proof is, after ten trips to the U.S., my retinas are still untouched by three-quarters of the places I scribbled on a napkin for this adventure... Oh, and add to that my wife, who I’ve easily converted to my religion, and boom... relapse is even easier! Because yes, we’ve landed in Los Angeles after a sunny flight over Greenland, still under Danish flag for now. And we’re already heading east through the XXL traffic of L.A.’s eight-lane highways, eager to dive into our first discoveries. But first, night is taking over the sky, and second, we’ve been officially awake for 24 hours, so I suggest wrapping up this intro. I’ll tell you more tomorrow morning. Sound good?

Hi,

Right now, with the war raging in Iran and affecting all the neighboring countries of the Persian Gulf, many airports are completely closed to all traffic.

Several airlines like Qatar Airways, Emirates, and others have almost completely halted their operations.

Whether in the Middle East or Africa, many travelers are stranded—maybe for a long time... A heartfelt thought for them and the struggles this will cause.

Four months ago, I was in Kenya with a flight booked through Qatar Airways... I can’t even imagine how I’d react if I were stuck there now. ??

Wishing all these travelers courage, patience, and success in making it back home.

...

Doha Airport on October 21, 2025:



...

We’ve just returned from a cruise that my wife and I will remember—unfortunately, not in a good way. There’s so much to say that I’ll proceed chapter by chapter. Pre-Cruise On January 24th, 2025, I booked through a supposedly attentive cruise agent the repositioning cruise of the CFC Renaissance to the French West Indies, initially departing from Le Havre, then from Dunkirk, on November 1st, 2025. The return flight was included in the price of this trip. From January, right after booking, this adventure got off to a bad start. Used to major cruise lines, I asked my agent to reserve a table for 4 at the "Vatel" restaurant for the second seating, and to link this reservation to the cabin of friends traveling with us. First brush-off: "Ask the maître d’ at the restaurant entrance on the first night."

"To govern is to foresee, and to foresee nothing is to head for disaster," as Émile de Girardin said.

Following this maxim, in February, I started looking for transportation to Le Havre, which was initially the departure port. Then, I asked the travel agent which airport the return flight would land at. I knew flights from Pointe-à-Pitre to Paris served both main Parisian airports. Here, I found myself like a ping-pong ball between the cruise agent and CFC: The cruise agent said, "Ask CFC," and CFC replied, "No, your agent is your intermediary—ask them." It went back and forth like that. Impossible to pre-book the flight that would take us back to our final destination. During the summer, we learned that the departure port was no longer Le Havre but Dunkirk. We canceled our transfers to Le Havre but, of course, lost the cost of the reservations. Meanwhile, we purchased our "Beverage" package—we chose the "Fraîcheur" option, which included all non-alcoholic cocktails, canned sodas, fruit juices, bottled water, and regular coffees. This detail is important for the rest of the story. Every month, I followed up to find out the return airport. Nothing until October 28th (3 days before departure), when CFC finally informed me it was Orly, along with the flight number and time. Of course, on top of booking at full price, I had to arrange my final transfer home. Since I had very little time before the return flight, I had to book an Uber in a rush for the Orly/CDG transfer. Right after, we were told that our first stop in Lisbon—the most anticipated for many cruisers—had been canceled due to a strike at the port of Lisbon and replaced with Vigo, Spain. A completely unremarkable stop—nothing outstanding. As you can see, the prelude was already problematic, yet we’re far from reaching the peak of our disappointments. .......... to be continued soon.

Hi everyone, I’m starting to plan my next trip to Southeast Asia this winter (2.5 months, leaving in early December), and here’s a rough outline of my route—I’d love to share it with you and hear your thoughts and tips.

- I’ll start in Bangkok and already have three spots I’ve marked: Ayutthaya, Kanchanaburi, and Uthai Thani (I haven’t been to any of these places yet). - Next, I’d like to cross the country from west to east to reach the Laos border. I’d love suggestions for any interesting stops along this route—I don’t know this part of Thailand at all... - Then I’ll head into Laos, probably at Savannakhet (you can usually get a visa at the border). - > I’m tempted to spend a week in Hoi An, Vietnam, since I loved that city and the area when I visited two years ago. No visa needed for Vietnam now, so it could be a nice little detour. On the map, it doesn’t look too far, but I know you’ve got to be careful with these things, and I’m not sure if it’s a good idea. Any opinions on this? - Back to Laos (maybe via Dakta), and I’ll head south along the Mekong, probably doing the Bolaven Plateau loop that I missed last time. Then Paksé, the 4,000 Islands... I’ve been before, but I’d happily go back. - Crossing into Cambodia, I’ll follow the Mekong down to Phnom Penh (I know this area and love how untouristy it is). From there, I’ll probably spend a few days in Kep (quieter than Kampot). Still undecided, though. - Then back to Thailand (BKK), likely by plane from Phnom Penh since the borders between the two countries are currently closed (plus, let’s be honest, Cambodian roads... ;-). We’ll see how things look when the time comes. - After that, I’d like to explore southern Thailand, taking it slow with short hops. I’ve got my eye on Khao Sok National Park, and I’ve heard good things about Krabi... Again, I don’t know this region well, so any info or tips would be great.

So, I think this should be doable in 2.5 months, especially since I prefer short hops of 300 km max to avoid getting too tired, and I like staying 2-3 days in each place to explore. Plus, I’ll take a week off to relax if I find a spot I love—maybe by the sea for some real downtime.

Thanks for your feedback and for sharing your favorite spots! Pascal

Hey everyone, We bought a ticket a month ago on Trip. It was supposed to be a flight leaving at 2:30 AM to arrive in Kuwait at 4:30 AM to catch a connecting flight with the same airline (Kuwait Airways) at 8:30 AM the same day, arriving in Paris at 12:45 PM. But Trip just informed us that KA "modified" the first flight to depart at 1:20 PM, which means we’ll miss the second leg of the journey. No alternative offered for that portion. After checking, the only solution is to take the flight the next day—so more than 17 hours of layover. We have to go back to work the next day, even though we’d planned a rest day. Trip’s only options are to cancel or accept the change!!! We asked them to propose an alternative flight, but their response was to contact the airline. We did, and their answer? Wait a bit longer for the final schedule!!! From my research, this counts as a cancellation or at least a delay of over 3 hours, so the airline is obligated to find us an alternative flight and compensate us. Has anyone had this experience with this airline or another? Any advice? Thanks in advance

From Southern Shikoku, between land and sea, to the blue waters of Miyakojima and finally Tokyo’s megacity

Hi everyone,

I have to admit, I really hesitated before deciding to write this travel journal... Writing one takes a lot of time and energy, and since this is my 4th trip, I wondered if it would actually interest anyone other than myself (both for the discovery and the writing). But after a few "Are you going to write a journal?" requests and especially the renewed pleasure from reading other travelers’ travel journals about Japan or elsewhere on this forum or elsewhere, I’ve decided to share this 4th installment in the Land of the Rising Sun here.

The itinerary: 27 full days, from late May to late June 2025, right in the middle of the rainy season, including:

-->13 days in Shikoku, from Kochi (Kochi Prefecture) to Matsuyama (Ehime Prefecture)



-->7 days in Miyakojima (Okinawa Prefecture)



-->7 days in Tokyo



The trip was decided on fairly last-minute this year, as usual.

I regularly check flight prices to track fluctuations for this destination, even without concrete plans. Finding a slightly cheaper direct flight (900 €) than what I’d seen in previous months (around 1,200–1,400 € on average) for a Paris-Tokyo route with Japanese airline ANA was too tempting to resist the urge to return to this enchanting country. After long hesitations between exploring the San’in region (Matsue, Tottori, Yamaguchi) and southern Shikoku, the decision was made—I took the plunge! The tickets are booked: Paris to Kochi with a layover in Tokyo, all with ANA, the airline I’d been dreaming of... for 1,120 € per person. Okay, it’s not cheap, but it’s still better than in 2023.

We leave in 2 weeks!! Now it’s just a matter of getting everything ready!

Intense work ahead in these 2 weeks to:

finalize a more precise itinerary and reach an agreement—yep, because even though we both love Japan, our preferences differ slightly, and we have to choose between exploring new places or taking time to revisit beloved spots... decide how much time to spend in each selected area without rushing while still exploring research places that might interest us and watch videos about Japan book accommodations: yes, it’s possible to do this on the spot as we go, but last year, we noticed that last-minute options were pretty expensive, so we’re booking ahead—even if it means keeping a few options open while we decide or see if better deals pop up later reserve rental cars order yen check the weather regularly and wonder if choosing the *tsuyu* (rainy season) was really a good idea—and whether we’ll be stuck in non-stop rain???

What a tough job, right? Traveling to Japan for a month—such a hard life! Despite this being my 4th trip, the excitement is just as intense as the first time.

The only small downside is that when we booked the flight tickets, there were only a few seats left, so we’re only sitting together on the international return flight. Plus, on the outbound flight, we’ve got the middle seats. Another lingering question: what French-language films will be available? According to the internet, the selection seems limited. Oh well, these are just minor details—it’s almost time to fly!

PS: I’ll be posting slowly and irregularly... so for those interested, be patient or maybe set an alert...

Five years of an unintended break... The closure of VF, COVID... What a joy to rediscover the pleasure of sharing!

I’ve stayed true to my habits: the following account is a collection of practical tips rather than a travel journal...

Madagascar is as big as France and Belgium combined. In three weeks, choices have to be made! It was the Great Tsingy that inspired our trip. We decided to focus on the southwest and the RN7. We skipped the Deep South and the North. Oh well...

OUR ITINERARY IN 3 WEEKS:

Fri 6 June – Direct AF flight to Tana – Flight arrives at 10:30 PM – Tana Sat – Antsirabe Sun – Miandrivazo Mon – Drive to the Masiakampy pier – Descent of the Tsiribihina River by pirogue - Bivouac Tue – Descent of the Tsiribihina River by pirogue - Bivouac Wed – Descent of the Tsiribihina River by pirogue – Bekopaka Thu – Pirogue on the Manambolo River and Small Tsingy of Bemaraha – Bekopaka Fri – Great Tsingy of Bemaraha – Bekopaka Sat – Avenue of the Baobabs – Morondava Sun – Belo sur Mer Mon – Free day – Belo sur Mer Tue – Manja Wed – Andavadoaka Thu – Free day – Andavadoaka Fri – Salary Lagoon – Mangily Sat – Ranohira Sun – Isalo National Park - Ranohira Mon – Anja Reserve - Ambalavao - Fianarantsoa Tue – FCE train canceled – Visit to a Tanala village - Manakara Wed – Pirogue on the Pangalanes Canal – Ranomafana Thu – Ranomafana NP – Ranomafana Fri – Ambositra – Antsirabe Sat 28 June – AF flight to Paris – Flight departs at 11:55 PM

TRIP ORGANIZATION: I prepared my trip using the usual guides (LP and Rough Guide), the internet, and the Freytag & Berndt map (1:1,000,000). I’m old-school—I still love visualizing my route on a paper map, even though in Madagascar, it’s misleading because some National Roads are only national in name!...

The agency: Since we couldn’t deal directly with a driver-guide (we lacked reliable info to take the plunge), we went through an agency to organize the logistics of our trip. We didn’t feel like using bush taxis (not enough time) or driving a 4x4 ourselves (neither the skills nor the boldness). The French agency connected us with a local agency, to whom I sent my detailed itinerary by email. A few exchanges via email and WhatsApp calls allowed us to finalize everything quickly after some adjustments. As you’ve gathered... we multiplied the commissions, which inflated the budget. That said, in the end, we were thrilled with our decision and our choice. Our trip was booked by the end of 2024, and reservations were made immediately. No bad surprises: the bookings in the planned hotels were honored, often with one of the best rooms. On our last day in Tana, before departure, we were lucky enough to meet the director I’d been communicating with, who helped build and validate our circuit. A very warm debriefing.

The driver-guide: The agency assigned us Faly, 33, a driver-guide for over 10 years. He stayed with us from start to finish: he picked us up at the airport on arrival and dropped us off 23 days later. A very experienced driver (which is important here), an open and cultured guide, reliable, punctual, and a great companion. And a provider of good advice throughout the trip. We made the most of the long stretches on dirt roads or highways to listen to him talk about daily life, rituals, wildlife, and flora... No time wasted! With a great playlist in the background, we combined business with pleasure! Faly’s accommodation and meals were included (quite often, hotels offer free lodging and meals to driver-guides who bring clients), as was the fuel. That didn’t stop us from inviting Faly to share a beer or our evening meal sometimes. He didn’t always accept, wanting to let us "enjoy our romantic evenings," as he put it. Present without being intrusive! Faly is fully capable of organizing a tailor-made trip directly. I recommend him without any hesitation—we were delighted with his service. I’ll gladly share his contact details via PM to anyone who asks.

Local guides: It’s the national guide’s prerogative to choose the local guides (mandatory in the parks). Thanks to his experience, Faly always booked us amazing, competent, and interesting local guides.

Hotels: I told the agency I wanted charming, comfortable accommodations, without falling into flashy luxury. We loved all the hotels (except the Hôtel Kanto in Manja). The rooms, mostly bungalows, were always spacious and clean. Unfortunately, I can’t give the prices—I didn’t get the details. Breakfast is always included, usually fresh and hearty. Very often, a small bottle of water is provided in the room.

Tana Hôtel Les 3 Métis Power cuts are common (!) in Tana. Bring a headlamp.

Antsirabe Ecolodge – Les chambres du voyageur Maybe our favorite! A few bungalows, beautifully arranged in a splendid tropical garden. The dog Kodak welcomes us warmly.

Miandrivazo Hôtel Princesse Tsiribihina Magnificent view of the valley.

Bekopaka Hôtel Orchidée du Bemaraha 2 (yes, 2) beautiful pools, a large open common room.

Morondava Hôtel Baobab Café Brand new or at least, according to Faly, just renovated. Very comfortable but without much charm (international style).

Belo sur Mer Ecolodge du Menabe The bungalows, all made of wood, bamboo, and thatch, are set on the beach. Very spacious and fully equipped! Large open-air restaurant by the sea. No hot water from the tap—it’s available in plastic bottles heated by the sun in front of each bungalow. Actually, we never used it... Another very, very beautiful spot.

Manja Hôtel Kanto The only hotel on this leg of the journey, so no choice. The owner knows it and, as a result, doesn’t bother. It’s a real dive! Tiny, dark room, a sordid bathroom with only a trickle of water—we skipped the shower! Clean sheets, though. Obviously, no Wi-Fi. The only place where I didn’t leave a tip. We were well warned about the discomfort of this stop, both by the agency and Faly. We weren’t surprised, and it even became a running joke during the trip. On the other hand, we found a nice little market in town.

Andavadoaka Manga Lodge What bliss! Especially after the horrible Hôtel Kanto. A paradise-like spot, overlooking three beautiful deserted white-sand beaches. Meals are served on the terrace facing the sea. Stunning sunset. We loved spending a day lounging here! We were the only guests and were pampered.

Mangily (Ifaty) Mangily is the "suburb" of Ifaty. Hôtel Vovo Telo A large beachfront bungalow complex. More touristy but pleasant—we spent a lovely evening there with our feet in the sand.

Ranohira Le Relais de la Reine A splendid resort built by a Frenchman, at the foot of the rocks, very well integrated into the environment. Beautiful marked trail starting from the garden.

Fianarantsoa Villa Sylvestre Contrary to what its name suggests, it’s a hotel right in the city center. Quite decent, though.

Manakara Parthenay Club Pretty bungalows in a large garden by the sea, but swimming isn’t safe—the water is too dangerous and rough.

Ranomafana Hôtel Thermal Very spacious rooms.

Meals: Not all our meals were included. It’s really not expensive. 1 meat or fish dish: around 35,000 Ar 1 full menu (starter, main, dessert): around 70,000 Ar 1 large THB beer (65 cl): between 8,000 and 12,000 Ar 1 piña colada: 15,000 Ar 1 flavored rum: 6,000 Ar (sometimes free) 1 glass of baobab juice (!): 5,000 Ar

We always ate very well. Rice is everywhere, served in large quantities. Zebu meat is quite good if not overcooked. Personally, I prefer fish, and I feasted: grouper, captain, crab, small lobsters...

We happily discovered baobab juice (especially in Belo, on the west coast). And of course, flavored rums!

We bought 2 packs of 6 bottles of mineral water at Carrefour (!) (about 5,000 Ar per large bottle) at the start of our trip. That was enough, especially since we often got water in the bungalows.

We had a few picnics included in our trip. Instead of picking up the hotel’s lunchbox, Faly prepared delicious, fresh, and varied picnics for us: tuna pasta salad, fried rice with eggs, grilled vegetables, and avocado...

An exceptional address not to miss: Mad Zébu – Belo sur Tsiribihina A highly reputed restaurant, a favorite of LP and Rough Guide, and rightly so! Gourmet cuisine, refined and elegant. Barely more expensive than elsewhere, and it’s worth it. We stopped there on our way up to Bekopaka and the Tsingy NP. Fully booked! So Faly reserved for our return, three days later. We’re still thanking him! What a treat!

THE BUDGET: Ariary exchange rate: 5,000 Ar = 1 €

Pre-trip expenses: Direct Air France flights: 930 € per person round trip Cost of the circuit with the agency: 2,880 € per person

The visa: Issued on arrival, very quickly. 35 € per person for a stay under 30 days. Super simple. Super fast.

On-site expenses: As soon as we arrived at the airport (it was nearly midnight), Faly advised us to exchange our euros for all our needs. There are few opportunities on our route to find an ATM or an open bank with a good rate. To be more comfortable, he took us to a small office under military protection just outside the airport. I exchanged 1,200 € (I had asked the agency for advice on the amount to bring) at a rate of 4,750 Ar and became a millionaire. Faly recounted all the stacks. That covered all our expenses (meals, drinks, tips) without ever feeling deprived. Personal purchases were made at the end of the trip. Convenient—it served as an adjustment variable. We spent our last million (200 €) on marquetry and vanilla. Tip: We asked for 200,000 Ar in 5,000 Ar bills for tips. That wasn’t too much—I even ran short of small bills in the last two days.

Tips: Madagascar is a poor country where every service deserves a small reward. While not mandatory, it’s customary. But no one ever demanded or expected it openly. On the contrary, I sometimes had to remind a porter to give them my small bill. We never carried our luggage—porters were always present when the car arrived or waiting at our door to watch for our departure. I gave each of them 5,000 Ar. In restaurants, I rounded up to the nearest ten and left the change. Local guides also expect a tip: I gave around 20,000 Ar per day for the two of us. Finally, the national guide also expects a gratuity. I had read online to budget 5 € per day per person. I added more since we were so happy with his services. The tip was given at the end of the trip, in euros, outside the budget.

Total budget all included (excluding personal purchases): 8,690 € Clearly, Madagascar is a country where life isn’t expensive, but travel costs add up quickly due to the need to rent a 4x4 with a driver.

HIGHLIGHTS:

· The dirt roads Yes, I’m listing them among the highlights! We loved those long hours spent driving at 20 km/h on rocky, muddy, white, red, or gray sand tracks... surrounded by tropical vegetation, palm trees, pandanus, mango trees... The experiences were sometimes thrilling: crossing a river on a ferry (just planks of wood fixed on two motorized pirogues side by side) or crossing a river without a ferry, with just a kid running ahead of the 4x4 to show the way; soft sand where the 4x4 easily gets stuck... The tracks are quite narrow, and crossing paths with a bush taxi, a zebu cart, or a herd of goats is always epic. So many beautiful images, so many beautiful photos! Much more beautiful than on asphalt. So yes, we loved those long stretches on dirt roads. For us, it was clearly part of the journey. Faly was particularly careful, and the 4x4 was comfortable. No injuries, no fatigue, even after 7 or 8 hours on rough tracks. The national roads (including the famous RN7) are badly damaged by cyclones, huge trucks, and lack of maintenance. Potholes have turned into ostrich nests, and we didn’t drive much faster than on the dirt roads.

· The landscapes, villages, encounters... We crossed a variety of stunning landscapes: mountains with slopes covered in terraced crops, rice fields from apple green to emerald green, sugarcane fields, then tropical forests, baobab forests (they deserve a special paragraph below), traveler’s tree forests. And then coastlines with white sand dunes against a backdrop of blue hues!... Magical! We also passed through many villages with houses whose architecture varied by region. The Betsileo houses display beautiful decorative brick reliefs. On the west coast, the houses are more precarious, made of bamboo with palm-thatched roofs. In the Highlands region, we found solid houses with pastel plaster. Each region has its own landscape, crops, habitat, and clothing. Zebu carts are often the only means of transport in remote villages. We saw them very frequently. Again, the cart’s decoration depends on the region. And then, we met many villagers coming out of the bush and walking to the next market, carrying their crops on their heads or shoulders. More beautiful photos!

· The descent of the Tsiribihina River We boarded around 9 AM in a long pirogue with Gana, the local guide, and two pirogue men. So, five of us. The pirogue is long but narrow, about 65 cm wide. We sat one behind the other at the front on seats padded with what would become our mattresses during the bivouacs. We only took the bare essentials for two nights. A little goodbye to Faly, whom we’d see again in three days! Don’t forget us! The river is silty—meaning orange, opaque but clean. We glided along silently. Gana showed us the trees, birds, crocodiles (we saw five—apparently, we were lucky). The pirogue men rowed to get us as close as possible to these crocs sunbathing on the roots of big trees. Yeah, right!... as soon as we got too close, *splash*, they disappeared into the water. We marveled at the mini rice fields lining the river. Every tiny plot, no matter how small, is cultivated. Above them, banana fields. And on the water, a whole life of fishermen and villagers living with and from the river. Gana warned us we’d eat on the pirogue because the journey was long. So, I expected chips... But no—fried rice and zebu steak, cooked right in the pirogue!! Incredible! In the middle of the afternoon, we reached a small beach where we disembarked. Gana led us about a hundred meters to a sublime waterfall. We were alone there. We had time to swim. We’d brought our swimsuits and a towel (bought at the Carrefour in Antsirabe on Faly’s wise advice!). This swim in this paradise-like spot remains one of our best memories. We found our pirogue again and set off until our first bivouac. We’d sailed for 7 hours today. The tents were set up on a wide beach, without a single tree. A moment of solitude... Uh, where can we go to the bathroom?... Especially since it was a full moon, so we felt like we were in the spotlight. Anyway... we did as everyone else—walked away, dug a hole, and the others turned their backs. A hearty meal on the beach before a comfortable and silent night. The next day, same program, with slightly different landscapes. The gorges widened, the trees were different. But still many colorful birds. Again, we ate on the pirogue: grilled chicken and vegetables. 9 hours of sailing. A similar bivouac. This time, we got it. On the third day, we finished the descent with 5 hours of sailing. So, 7 hours, 9 hours, 5 hours... doing nothing. It might sound boring... but it wasn’t. Like the dirt roads, these were contemplative moments. It glides, it’s calm, relaxing, and there’s a lot of life on this river, animal and human. Contemplation. Suspended time. On arrival, we disembarked at a sort of joyful, bustling river port. Of course, Faly was already there to pick us up.

· The Tsingy de Bemaraha NP (Small and Great) I have vertigo. During my research, several agencies advised me against visiting the Great Tsingy. "Stick to the Small ones," they said. Grrr, no, not what I wanted—we’ve dreamed of this for years! The agency we chose also warned me but didn’t discourage me. So we started with the Small Tsingy, quite close to Bekopaka, guided by Alisha. This forest of sharp limestone rocks is impressive. No vertigo issues here. The day was completed with a short pirogue ride on the Manambolo River and a visit to two caves with pretty formations. The next day, Faly and Alisha drove us to the Great Tsingy (a good hour on a terrible track). Arriving at the park entrance, Alisha equipped us with harnesses, carabiners, and gave us some safety instructions. Faly was also equipped. Wait? He’s coming with us? I quickly understood he was there for me—if I got stuck, he could go back with me, and Philippe could continue with Alisha. A wise precaution that delighted and reassured me. In the end, it was unnecessary since the famous bridge crossing was fully secured by the harness and carabiners. 18 meters on planks, one by one, it didn’t sway too much—I walked looking straight ahead, not a glance down. I even managed to smile in the middle of the crossing—I have a photo to prove it! I was overjoyed! The circuit in the Great Tsingy is a loop, so we didn’t have to cross the bridge again. We climbed to viewpoints offering breathtaking panoramic views. It’s extraordinary, unique, incredible. All this to say that if you have vertigo, don’t hesitate! It’s doable! It’s completely safe and really worth pushing your limits a bit! For those who’ve done treetop adventure courses, it’s similar. Also, no need to be a great athlete—just a bit of agility to climb a few ladders and high steps. Don’t censor yourself! I even had a small regret—the loop was a bit short (about 2 hours). I would’ve liked to continue or even redo it, with less apprehension. Tip: Do the Small Tsingy before the Great ones, or not at all. And if you can only do one, do the Great ones without hesitation.

· Canoeing in the Belo mangrove The Belo sur Mer ecolodge lends small individual canoes for free to go to the mangrove. We left at high tide, paddled for about twenty minutes to reach a fairly sparse forest where we could easily venture in. Very shallow water, crystal clear—we could see the roots of all these trees, schools of tiny fish... It was quite surprising. Until then, I only knew impenetrable, tangled mangroves. Here, nothing like that—we walked through an aquatic forest. We loved this adventure so much we left a bit late. The tide had gone out, and we had to carry our canoes for the last few meters... Of course, the staff came to help (probably laughing silently!). The lodge owners gave all the necessary explanations and lent a waterproof bag for the phone (because yes, it’s worth taking photos!). A very useful precaution—the canoes are small, low in the water, and paddling quickly soaks you. Again, this isn’t just for Tony Estanguet! It didn’t cause us any problems, not even sore muscles the next day. A great experience. It’ll take about 2 hours.

· Isalo NP Big surprise when we saw this huge rocky massif appear on the RN7! A massif of colored sandstone, carved with crevasses giving it a ruined look. Le Relais de la Reine is a little gem cleverly nestled in the heart of these rocks. A small marked trail starts from the garden. We picked up the description at reception and set off. Without a guide, alone following the markers, it took us 2 hours to complete this magnificent little trail, giving us a first glimpse of the massif before the hike the next day. And we enjoyed being completely alone for this walk. It’s free, easy, and well-signposted. Don’t miss it. In the evening, Faly took us to the so-called Isalo Window site—a hole in a wall through which we could see the sunset. We met all the tourists in the area here. We weren’t blown away by the show... The next day, we left early to reach the start of the hike. We met Zozoly at the guides’ office in the small town of Ranohira. During this hike, we climbed through the rocks to a viewpoint offering stunning 360° views of the massif. Then we reached a site called the "natural pool," breathtakingly beautiful, especially since we were alone again. A sort of oasis, a cascading waterfall, palm trees and tree ferns, fine sand, all nestled at the bottom of a small canyon. Paradise-like. We resisted swimming, but it was really tempting. A long walk on the plateaus then led us to a well-equipped picnic site where a local team prepared grills. Concrete tables were tiered in a spacious, shady clearing where a whole family of ring-tailed lemurs frolicked. They knew the tourists’ habits and tried to snatch food. Playful and not very shy, they amused us with their antics! We had to resist not luring them with a piece of banana!! Thousands of photos!! After the meal, we set off again with Zozoly for another landscape. This time, we were by a small river at the bottom of a canyon with high walls covered in vegetation. The trail was narrow and slippery, on a ledge of the wall. We progressed carefully. No danger, though. We first reached the Blue Pool, which only turns blue in photos (surprise!), then the Black Pool fed by a shower of waterfalls. Two magnificent spots that showed us a completely different aspect of the massif.

· Anja Reserve This ficus forest is home to many groups of lemurs. Used to humans, whom they don’t fear, they move around us, ignoring us completely. It’s almost annoying... The best place on our trip to see lemurs.

· The FCE train To the great regret of Manakara’s inhabitants, the FCE train hasn’t reached here for over a year and a half. As a result, there are far fewer tourists—the train was part of the experience. We drove there and didn’t regret coming to this port on the east coast.

· Visit to a Tanala village This visit wasn’t part of our program—it was added by the agency to compensate for the train not running. Which was the case. Not big fans of this kind of visit, where we feel like we’re at a zoo, voyeuristic, lacking authenticity, we followed the local guide with some skepticism and exchanged dubious looks. And yet... the guide’s explanations about village life and the warm, smiling welcome from the villagers charmed us and dispelled all our concerns. We learned a lot, met smiling families, and were able to enter these beautiful bamboo houses. A very pleasant surprise, rich in lessons.

· The Pangalanes Canal Arriving in Manakara, we crossed a bridge overlooking the Pangalanes Canal. A cry of surprise: the water is turquoise! We took a short pirogue ride with a team of three pirogue men and Joël, a local guide who explained the drama caused by the train’s halt. We stopped in a fishing village where Joël bought fish for the barbecue. We ended up on a beach where the team prepared the meal while we went to watch the fishermen return on the nearby beach. We admired the fishermen’s dexterity in untangling their nets, sorting their fish, cleaning their gear. On our return, we found a small table set up on the beach, in the shade of palm trees and casuarinas. Lobsters, captain fish, grilled vegetables, sautéed potatoes. A real feast (included in the trip cost).

· Ranomafana NP A 4-5 hour hike (some climbing) in a dense secondary forest to look for lemurs. As usual, we were accompanied by a local guide who, while waiting to find our furry friends, gave us lots of info on the vegetation, birds, and Tanala ethnic rituals. In the forest, we met 4 or 5 trackers, armed with radios to alert guides of their findings. In the end, we saw several lemurs of different types. Quite far, quite high... A nice complement to our lemur encounters in Isalo. Here, it rains 200 days a year. We started the hike in thick fog, but the forest’s density protected us from the humidity. Be careful—it can be a bit frustrating to see the lemurs so far away, so high. Nothing like the Anja Reserve or Isalo NP. Here, what’s fun is the hunt.

· The baobabs We were captivated by these kings of the forest, noble, imposing, majestic. We spotted them from very far away, towering over the rest of the vegetation. Alone, in small groups, or in forests, our trip allowed us to see hundreds of them! Mainly on the west coast. All different—bald, hairy, shaggy, short and stout, tall and thin, like Laurel and Hardy. Philippe took to naming them. Respectfully!

OUR FAVORITES: · The variety of landscapes. · The Tsingy NP.

OUR DISAPPOINTMENTS: · The Avenue of the Baobabs, very overrated and the only place where we saw crowds. We saw many other "forests" of baobabs that were much more impressive. · It’s hard to approach the population calmly as swarms of children run up as soon as we arrive, asking for sweets. Without any aggression, their smiles and laughter quickly made us forget this small inconvenience. We never gave out candy, clothes, or money. We left pens at a school and clothes with Faly.

IF WE WERE TO DO IT AGAIN: · Same period, same duration, same pace, same itinerary, but if we were to do it again today, I’d go through Faly directly! · Maybe we should’ve stayed in Ambalavao instead of Fianarantsoa. · Plan a longer loop in the Great Tsingy—it felt a bit too short.

MISCELLANEOUS: The welcome: ‘Samala Vazaha,’ there are many, many kids, sometimes overwhelming, never aggressive. We were impressed by the villagers’ smiles and good humor, towards us or even among themselves—laughter was everywhere. Safety: No problems. Out of (excessive?) caution, we spread all our money across several bags that we padlocked whenever we left the hotel. Bribes: We were stopped several times on the road by police or gendarmes. They checked our papers, sometimes our passports. Faly was perfectly in order. No discussion, no bribes, a cordial greeting from the officers. However, several times we found ourselves at small "tolls" on the tracks for villagers who had leveled the road or filled a hole, or for the young guy who ran through the river to show the way... Faly complied without discussion: every service deserves a small bill. Language: French is still widely spoken. Credit card: Unused. Cash: You need it! The climate at this time: Ideal—blue skies, sunshine, and mild temperatures (20-25°C) throughout our trip. Temperatures started to drop by our departure—winter was setting in. Clothing: T-shirt or polo and a vest sometimes in the evening, sandals on our feet, hiking shoes for all the hikes. Tip: We left a bag in the car (completely safe) with things we didn’t need daily and dirty laundry. The two bags to take out at each stop were much lighter. Before leaving, we left several polos and T-shirts with Faly, which, once washed, will make a few people happy. Tourist crowds at this time: Low—we were sometimes the only guests at the hotel. Faly explained that at the Isalo picnic site, in high season, you have to queue for a table, whereas we had our pick. Photos: Lots! Too many! That’s the problem with digital—we take so many! Health issues: Nothing serious, just the usual mild traveler’s diarrhea. Mosquitoes: They’re voracious. We took anti-malaria treatment. I’m still not sure if it was the right thing to do... I’m always very skeptical about such precautions. Internet: Free Wi-Fi at the lodges’ reception (except at Hôtel Kanto!), sometimes (rarely) in the bungalows. Phone: We didn’t try to get a local SIM card—the evening Wi-Fi was enough for us to make calls and send messages via WhatsApp. Make sure to turn off mobile data and switch to airplane mode (I activated it a bit late—received calls, spam ones at that, were charged...). Electricity: French plugs. Personal purchases: Beautiful wooden objects (sculptures and marquetry) or zebu horn items in Ambositra. 1 kg of vanilla (400,000 Ar – 80 € per kg) in Tana.

IN CONCLUSION: A trip of contemplation. A pause for admiration, as our local guide in Isalo NP said. Nothing else to do but walk, look, and enjoy. Here, there are no old stones, no museums—it’s a trip where nature reigns supreme. And what nature!

Hey fellow travelers,

I'm back in the "travel journal" section to share our 15-day adventure in Kenya in November 2024. It was pretty much our first time in East Africa (since Zanzibar doesn’t really count 😜).

As usual, I’m sharing the journal I made for our loved ones—still as casual and cheerful as ever, just to give them a little break from their tough workdays 😄.

We organized the whole trip ourselves, and to be original here LOL, we took some *very* well-trodden paths: Naivasha, Tsavo, and Diani. But what I loved about this country is that it’s so easy to go off the beaten track—even on the "tourist highways" 😉.

So, if you're a safari fanatic or after stunning wildlife photos, you might be disappointed. But if you want to discover other sides of Kenya, you might just find what you're looking for 😉.

Looking forward to sharing this fun journey with you all 😊.

Hello,

A few months ago, I posted a message in the Southern Africa section about a family trip in July/August. In the end, since I had too much trouble deciding on the destination and procrastinated too much with the planning 😎, I changed my mind and we’re going for a completely different trip—to Madagascar, a country we already know a bit since we’ve traveled there several times for 4 to 6 months each time, though our last visit was back in 2012!

The tickets are booked: 19 days on the ground (excluding arrival and departure days in Tana), spanning July and August.

We’re not looking to rack up landscapes (and kilometers). The kids really want to see lots of animals, while we mostly want to show them what daily life is like in Malagasy villages. So ideally, we’d like a trip split into two parts: - For 8/10 days, a hiking portion. The idea isn’t to do a tough trek in very remote areas but rather to walk from one village to another. Let’s say 3-4 hours a day. And when we arrive in each village, we’d have time to explore a bit, chat with the locals, let our kids play with the village children, etc. Stay with locals when possible. Move to a new village every day or every 2-3 days. - A few days visiting 1 or 2 national parks (with lemurs if possible to keep everyone happy!) - With the inevitable travel days, we’ll quickly hit 19 days.

Does this kind of trip sound doable (and fun) to you? Do you know of any villages that would fit our hiking plans?

I don’t have a preferred region yet, except that very dry landscapes appeal to me less. My real love from past trips was the highlands and their bright green rice paddies against red earth, but I’m a bit worried about the cold at this time of year.

After my initial research (thanks to this forum), I get the impression that the Ambalavao/Ambohimahamasina area might meet our criteria. I saw there are "accueil paysan" (farm stays) in that area, which could match what we’re looking for and would let us visit Andringitra National Park and Ranomafana on the way there or back.

But I’m open to all your more original ideas!

For logistical questions (transport, guides, accommodations, etc.), I’ll tackle those later—it’ll depend on the area we choose.

Thanks in advance for your suggestions

Before I begin, I’d like to thank Michèle Buisson and her "Misha’s travel journals," which really helped me plan this trip. It’s tough to find information about this part of India, which is quite different from the "more traditional India." I’m so grateful to her for introducing me to a family who hosted me for 4 nights and 3 days. I can’t wait to return the favor and welcome you all to my place in early July!

Thursday, March 20th. The alarm goes off super early, but I’m already awake—I was too worried I’d sleep through it. I leave the house at 4:00 AM. The rain has stopped, and at this hour, there aren’t many trucks on the road. I arrive at Barcelona Airport easily by 6:20 AM, let the valet know I’m there, and he quickly picks up my car. This time, I’m flying with Etihad Airways again. I booked the ticket during my trip to Cambodia: Barcelona/Kolkata, Delhi/Barcelona for 567 €. At that price, I didn’t hesitate for long—I knew I had to take it. And I’m glad I did because, by the time I returned, the price had gone up to 700 €. I can already hear the reactions: "Wow, how’d you get a ticket for that price? What site did you use? You’re amazing, MarieJo!" One thing’s for sure—I’m really happy with this deal. The flights from Barcelona to Abu Dhabi and Abu Dhabi to Kolkata go smoothly, and we arrive on time at 2:55 AM. There aren’t many people at immigration, so I get through quickly. My luggage isn’t on the carousel yet. After collecting my bag, I check in for my next flight with IndiGo, a 5:40 AM flight to Guwahati, arriving at 7:00 AM. I’m starting to feel pretty tired, so I take a taxi from the airport to Gruham Sojourn Homestay. The house is upstairs, and the neighborhood seems quiet, with restaurants lining the street. The room won’t be ready until 10:00 AM, so I rest on the bench in the meantime. Once in the room, I take a shower—it really helps me feel refreshed. I need to exchange some euros, so I look up a nearby exchange bureau on Google and head out to find it. I locate it easily, and the staff are super friendly. I get a great rate (1 € = 90 INR). I wander around the neighborhood. The train station isn’t far, and small markets line the streets. I head back to my area, walking along the main avenue. About 500 meters from my street, I discover a museum. The visit is fascinating—I see the famous Majuli masks, among other things.



I’m not far from the Brahmaputra River, and the temptation to visit is too strong to resist. I’d hoped to find a promenade along the river, but that doesn’t exist here. I walk back calmly and notice several restaurants in my street. On the doorstep of my accommodation, I spot a pastry shop with cakes that look more like the ones we have in France than the typical ones here in India. A visit is a must, and I’m not disappointed!



Tonight, I’m dining at a restaurant in the street. The menu is a bit disappointing—burgers, pizzas, pasta—nothing very Indian. So, I’ll go with tomato pasta.

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.

It’s all in the title 😛

Hello everyone,

I’m so happy to share my climb with you, and if it inspires you to take it on, then it’ll be a success. Sometimes I’ll use the local language because I think it’s essential to connect with the people we meet along the way.

This adventure took place last year, just before winter, right after summer, and smack in the middle of autumn. That really sets the time of year. After climbing Mont-Beuvray—a story I shared here ages ago—I decided to tackle a much more adventurous peak: the summit of Haut-Folin, which rises to 901 m, and that’s no small feat, let’s be honest. It’s located in the Bois du Roi massif. Up there, you often brush against the clouds, which seem to take a mischievous pleasure in wrapping around you.

I’m going fully self-sufficient—no porters, no guide, no cook. I’m just treating myself to a very short approach flight. The flight is early in the morning on a small plane, the *Spirit of St Bernadette*, and it’s perfect. I’ll enjoy watching it deliver mail in the mountains. The pilot will drop me off at the hamlet of *La Pierre en Eau*, near Anost, a small village at the foot of this forest-covered giant.

Physical condition I’m now really seasoned for such an expedition because I’ve trained every day by walking to the village grocery store—round trip, in all weather, that’s 2.1 km. The 451 m elevation gain won’t be a problem for me. .../...

Hi there!

As mentioned in a previous post, we're heading to Morocco in April for 9 days instead of the originally planned 7.

Here's the itinerary I've mapped out to ideally have a complete trip, but I think it might be too ambitious. What do you think? Here's the itinerary (click)

For those who can't open the link: Marrakech (the afternoon of our arrival + 1 day, we’ve already been there without the kids, the goal is not to stay too long) – night Aït Ben Haddou Ouarzazate Skoura – night Oasis de Fint Dadès Gorges Tinghir – night Merzouga – night Zagora – night M’hamid – ideally a night in the desert Agdz Marrakech – night (itinerary via Telouet)

What do you think of this plan? Will it feel too rushed, or is it manageable? Since we don’t know the places, it’s hard to tell if we’ll want to stop everywhere along the way or if there’s enough time to spend at each spot. I’ve included some night-stop assumptions (1 or 2 nights).

We’d love to hear your thoughts! We’re traveling with my wife, a 13-year-old teen, and a 10-year-old. We’ll have our own rental car.

Thanks! !

"In one place, in one day, a single deed accomplished, May hold the theater filled until the end."

- Sunday morning, a chilly dawn - The kitchen - Smell of coffee and toast, a jar of honey on the table.

- Tits pecking at sunflower seeds in the transparent feeder stuck to the window.

- France Musique on the radio: Brahms, violin concerto by the lovely Hilary Hahn - Characters: - An old man in a plush dark blue dressing gown - An old woman in a worn-out duck-blue dressing gown. They dance cheek to cheek, the woman’s head resting on the old man’s broad chest. The old man breathes in the tangled hair of the lady. She smiles. Happy. Tomorrow, they’re off on a trip.

Wednesday, November 15, 2023 Flight Cairns – Sydney Okay, let’s recap. We’ve traveled through Western Australia, the Northern Territory, Queensland, and tonight we’ll be in New South Wales. We’ll even lose an extra hour—and a bunch of degrees! We’re on a flawless journey so far. One of our suitcases is almost two kilos overweight. The guy checking us in gives us a nice smile and decides to overlook the excess baggage fee.

A flight, for once, without a hitch, no delay (just half an hour…). Taxi… We discover our… room… We’ve got a suite like never before on this trip. It’s a posh apartment on the 7th floor—on cloud nine, really! We can’t believe it. 113.26 € per night! The Meriton Suites Mascot Central if you ever find yourself in this city… We even have a washing machine (and it works!). Such a change from the cabins in the west!



We don’t linger, though. We take the metro. Why? Well, yeah, we’re still kids at heart—off to the Opera House, of course!









Restaurant prices have doubled. Even tripled. We reluctantly settle for a pizzeria because that T-bone for 155 AUD (100 €)…

We know how to handle ourselves. There’s a Woolworths right downstairs. And we’ve got a kitchen, remember! And a terrace! We even have huge bats to brighten up our skies!

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.

After about 12 hours of flying from Toulouse (via Paris), we landed in Bogotá six years after our first trip to Colombia. This time, our journey will be very different, with only this stop in the Colombian capital in common. Our travel itinerary Bogotá / La Macarena (Caño Cristales) / Villa de Leyva / Barichara / San Gil / Girón / Mompox / Ciénaga and the Santa Marta lagoon / Minca / Los Naranjos (Tayrona Park) / Bogotá. Step 1: Bogotá (and Nemecon) Bogotá (1/3) This morning, we had a meet-up with Flora from Aventure Colombia, who helped me organize one of our stops, a few transfers, and tomorrow’s day trip, the program of which I changed at the last minute after deciding to skip the visit to the Salt Cathedral of Zipaquirá. Flora is a kind and lovely person, always available, and she did everything to answer my questions and give me advice. She’s a local contact I highly recommend. Flora can help you plan your trip, whether you want a fully organized tour or, like us, just need assistance with a specific stop or one or more transfers between cities. We left Flora after setting a meet-up for our return to Bogotá in a month. As we walked out of her agency, we headed to the wonderful Gold Museum, located just a hundred meters away. I was excited to revisit this amazing museum. Note: Free entry for those over 60, regardless of nationality. Just show your passport. Like six years ago, I was amazed by its museography, the beauty of the pieces on display, and that breathtaking shamanic room.





About two hours later, we decided to walk (careful, it’s a climb!) to the Monserrate cable car (3152m). Long wait to buy tickets and board the cable car! Once we arrived, a few raindrops, an impressive panoramic view of Bogotá’s vastness, a quick visit to the basilica (a pilgrimage site for Colombians), a walk through the tourist market, and at the top, plenty of small restaurants where we had our first Colombian meal. After our hearty lunch, we were lucky to see the sun return! No line for the descent. We then headed back to the hotel because Justine wanted to rest and recover from the trip. As for me, I continued my walk. I discovered a really nice craft market recommended by Flora, Pasaje Rivas, returned to Bolívar Square, and wandered through different streets, including the main pedestrian avenue (Calle 7), where there’s always something to see.



Tomorrow, a change of scenery as we head out for a hike in a small desert (Desierto de Chueca), located about 2 hours from Bogotá in the village of Nemecon. For this outing from Bogotá, with Flora’s help, we booked a car with a driver for the day. Flora also took care of booking the guide (since the site can only be visited with one). Nemecon (2/3) Today, we went to Nemecon to hike about 7.5 km in the ‘Desert of Checua.’ It’s nothing like sandy deserts! Instead, it’s geological formations sculpted by time, wind, and water. After two hours on the road—almost one of them spent navigating traffic jams with cars, trucks, buses, and a continuous flow of motorcycles on either side of our taxi—we reached Nemecon! The village center is really (too?) quiet. We met up with Deisy and headed toward the ‘desert,’ about twenty minutes away on a bumpy dirt road. Once there, a quick briefing, and off we went! Deisy didn’t stop talking (in Spanish) for over 3 hours!!! She told us so much about her region (flower farming, water management, traditions, songs, etc.), the origin of the site, and even mentioned Antonio Banderas, who filmed *The 33* in the village’s salt mine (the story of the survival of 33 Chilean miners after a collapse in their copper and gold mine). One hour of walking to reach the site, one hour to explore it, and one hour to return.





The advantage of this non-stop chatter was that it forced us to brush up on our Spanish at lightning speed. I even wondered if the effort to concentrate wasn’t more exhausting than the physical effort! Especially since on the way back, I got an oral quiz. Deisy wanted to make sure I remembered some of the information she’d given me during the visit: why is this rock white, that one red, and that one black? Back in the village, we had lunch at a restaurant recommended by Deisy before visiting the Nemecon salt mine. Before entering, a guide spent a good half-hour explaining the origin of the salt and the presence of many fossils in the area. Again, concentrating was tough because all the comments were exclusively in Spanish! An hour and a half wandering through the tunnels with a ‘lovely miner’s helmet’ on our heads!







We met our driver at the mine entrance. The return to Bogotá was a bit faster, but traffic in the city center was still heavy! We arrived in front of our hotel between 8:00 and 8:30 PM. It’s been a pretty intense start to the trip! Tonight, our legs are tired. Hopefully, tomorrow will be a bit more relaxed! Bogotá (3/3) We started the day by visiting the Santa Clara Church Museum, located next to the presidential palace. Alejandra (from the local agency ‘Gaia Tours Colombia,’ which organized our stay in Caño Cristales (La Macarena)) had recommended this visit for its rich mural paintings.



A few hundred meters further, after crossing the Plaza Mayor again, we visited the cultural complex housing the Botero Museum, the Mint Museum, and the Bank of the Republic Art Museum. Note that entry is free for all three museums. Botero Museum: There are fewer works by Botero here than in the Medellín museum, but more paintings and sculptures by other artists, all from Botero’s private collection (donated to Colombia). Mint Museum: We limited ourselves to visiting one room (on Flora’s advice) where three gold and gemstone monstrances and a Christ with a crown of emerald thorns are displayed. Photos are not allowed. Art Museum: We visited two temporary exhibitions. Lunchtime came quickly. We had a good meal at a reasonably priced small restaurant in the La Candelaria micro-district, near the Chorro de Quevedo square. We decided to spend the afternoon wandering the streets and alleys of the historic center to discover local street art.



We also passed through very lively pedestrian streets. I also decided to revisit Pasaje Rivas to show Justine all the shops selling more or less artisanal products. Tomorrow morning, we fly to La Macarena at 10:30 AM. Not to dance (you’d be surprised if I told you we were going to take a South American dance class, right?!), but to visit the fabulous Caño Cristales, a river naturally colored by aquatic plants. The planned program includes hiking, horseback riding, canoeing, and swimming among these plants. This site was long inaccessible because the area was controlled by the FARC. Access and tourism development became possible after agreements and amnesty measures between the Colombian government and paramilitary groups. As in other regions, former FARC members have been able to transition into various tourism-related activities.

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...

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...

Hi there, just back from a three-week round trip to Quebec and a side trip to New Brunswick. Departed from Montpellier, via CDG, then arrived in Montreal from July 31 to August 20, 2024. AF flights went smoothly.

The RT itinerary (without the visit details):

Arrival in Montreal; Trois-Rivières; Tadoussac; Matane; Gaspé; Campbellton; Trois-Pistoles; Quebec City; Montreal and return to France, AF to CDG then Hop! to Montpellier.

Observations:

Getting out of Montreal airport is a nightmare! Two hours at Avis Auto to pick up the car (nice ride, though—a WW SUV Atlas V6 for two). From what I’ve heard, Montreal Airport is a pain because it was initially under-dimensioned for its infrastructure, and it seems impossible to reorganize everything.

Quebecers: Wonderful people in terms of hospitality and behavior toward tourists—especially French ones. You can ask them for advice at the supermarket, for directions here and there, and those distant cousins are great! That said, I’d exclude Montreal, which, due to its size and perhaps its cosmopolitanism, can’t be considered as welcoming as the countryside and small towns we passed through. A bit like Paris, you could say.

Quebecers prefer Quebec City over Montreal, and I get it. On a positive note for the city, I left some money in the hotel at the end of my stay. Once back in France, I contacted the hotel (day before yesterday), and they confirmed the oversight and are taking steps to send the money back. A nice gesture. It’s the Nouvel Hôtel, 1740 Avenue René Lévesque. Well-located, too.

Tourists: Same as always!

Americans: Still lacking in culture and education, but we already knew that. Loud, intrusive, annoying, you could say. And I’ll skip the “Oh my God! Oh my God!” all day long. And always with a coffee cup in hand on the streets. Not just American tourists, actually. Coffee is either enjoyed at the counter of a café or at home in front of the day’s news. It must also be said that our cousins’ coffee is more like dishwater.

Tourists from the Middle Kingdom: No change there! Flagrant lack of European culture and respect. They can be quite annoying at times. Thankfully, they don’t like the countryside or small towns.

Tourists from the Land of the Rising Sun: As usual, impeccable behavior. Both in terms of dress and discretion.

The British: They feel at home. Well, they kind of are, actually. Distant, inaccessible—typical English folks.

South Americans: A lot of them in Montreal during my stay. Quite noisy, especially at breakfast. But deep down, they’re great and very polite. I really like them. Must be my 36.1% Iberian DNA from my ancestry test that makes me say that.

And the French? Always the same! Complainers, grumblers, never happy with the meal, always finding prices too high, cutting in line, sometimes with a Quechua backpack but not always. In short, we don’t change. That said, there were some really nice people and great encounters that will leave wonderful memories. Some folks from Marseille in Quebec City, Toulouse in Montreal, Perpignan... But not many Parisians. Or maybe they just don’t talk to outsiders. When I think that my wife is from the 14th arrondissement...

And lots of lovely young French people there on a Working Holiday Visa for two years.

Others? Italians? Didn’t run into many. Eastern Europeans? Didn’t see any, or they were super discreet.

The trip started on July 31. 2,000 photos to sort through. More to come later.

Hey fellow travelers,

We’re a couple in our fifties who’ve been traveling independently for ages—mostly in Asia, a bit in Africa, very little in the Americas, and never ever in West Asia until November 2023, when we discovered the Sultanate of Oman.



If we waited so long to explore this part of the world, it’s because a few questions were nagging at us, like: Can two Landais party lovers like us survive 15 days without apéro 😄? Or, more seriously: Can a feminist like me enjoy traveling in such a conservative country?

That is the question (and I feel your pain with this unbearable suspense 😅).

Ready to dive in?

PS: Apologies in advance for the casual tone of this travel journal—it’s the one I shared with our loved ones in real time, which explains everything.

Hi Has anyone sailed with the French company CFC? What do you think? Haven’t seen many reviews about this company.

Bonjour à toutes et tous . Quelques problèmes liés à l'arthrose (a 67 ans, cela arrive ??..🙂 ), et souhaitant continuer à randonner (France uniquement), j'envisage d'électrifier mon vélo. Aprés avoir pris quelques renseignements, je me dirigerais vers une remorque car mon vélo ainsi équipé ne pourrait plus être sur le porte vélo (grosse batterie de cadre, ou 2 batteries , une sur vélo et une en réserve dans la remorque) et j'envisage de ne garder qu'une voiture. En bref, quels sont vos retours si vous avez fait ce choix. Vous en remerciant, au plaisir de vous lire JeanMarc

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!