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Partir! English translation pending
namasté à tous les voyageurs!
chaqu'un d'entre nous à des reves ;quelque chose à accomplir ou tout simplement une envie de découverte.je n'ai que 18 ans ms g la chance d'avoir pu parcourir un petit bout de pays et les projet s'active ds ma tete.je lance un appel à tous ceux qui sont partit avec leur sac à dos pendant quelques années.etes-vous parti avec un projet ou simplement à l'aventure?et le budjet comment l'avez_vou gerer avec combien etez_vou parti?ce qui m'inquiete ce nest pa finalement de partir ms c la question du retour et oui ca r mes parents me font culpabiliser sur le bagage à avoir .je n'ai que mon bac et aucune formation certe des projets et je pense que la meilleur source d'apprentissage est ds le voyage.g une soif de découverte qui bouillone en moi ms g peur de ce retour .je suis parti cet été o népal et ce fu les plus bo mois de ma vie, je sui tomber amoureuse de la beauter du paysage, de ces sourires de ces odeurs, de c incroyables visages.devant cette immensiter je me suis extasier et le retour pour moi à été terrible.les étude à repprendre sont trés dure.les gens me paraissent tous triste.au secour, je me retrouve ds un monde dégoiste...je ne sais pas quoi faire ma seule envie est de partir....
chaqu'un d'entre nous à des reves ;quelque chose à accomplir ou tout simplement une envie de découverte.je n'ai que 18 ans ms g la chance d'avoir pu parcourir un petit bout de pays et les projet s'active ds ma tete.je lance un appel à tous ceux qui sont partit avec leur sac à dos pendant quelques années.etes-vous parti avec un projet ou simplement à l'aventure?et le budjet comment l'avez_vou gerer avec combien etez_vou parti?ce qui m'inquiete ce nest pa finalement de partir ms c la question du retour et oui ca r mes parents me font culpabiliser sur le bagage à avoir .je n'ai que mon bac et aucune formation certe des projets et je pense que la meilleur source d'apprentissage est ds le voyage.g une soif de découverte qui bouillone en moi ms g peur de ce retour .je suis parti cet été o népal et ce fu les plus bo mois de ma vie, je sui tomber amoureuse de la beauter du paysage, de ces sourires de ces odeurs, de c incroyables visages.devant cette immensiter je me suis extasier et le retour pour moi à été terrible.les étude à repprendre sont trés dure.les gens me paraissent tous triste.au secour, je me retrouve ds un monde dégoiste...je ne sais pas quoi faire ma seule envie est de partir....
Location de voiture à Johannesbourg (Afrique du Sud) English translation pending
Nous comptons l'été prochain rejoindre le nord de la namibie (traversée du Botswana), le Kaokoland plus exactement. Cette région encore très sauvage n'est pas d'un accès très aisée et donc demande une grande autonomie. Ayant avec mon épouse une certaine expérience de l'Afrique, nous faisons ce voyage avec notre fille de 10 ans pour lui faire découvrir "autre chose". Cette région est exceptionnelle par sa faune, ses paysages mais surtout sa population locale, les Himbas. Ce périple va durer 3 semaines et le trajet va se découper en trois parties : 5 jours d'approche tranquille (traversé du Botswana), 10 jours dans le Kaokoland (essentiellement en bivouac), 5 jours de retour réadaptation vers johanesbourg
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Monter un projet humanitaire English translation pending
Salut tout le monde,
J'aimerais avec des amis monter un projet humanitaire.
La destination m'est égal par contre ce qui me plairait c'est d'aider à construire une école et plus tard aider: par exemple alphabetiser les enfants ou les sensibiliser à quelque chose qui m'est chére comme le theatre. Evidemment il faudrait que ce soit dans un pays francophone. Le probléme c'est qu'il faut qu'il y est une volonté locale pour fonder une école et je ne sais pas comment entrer en contact avec des gens sur place capable d'assurer le fonctionnement de l'école une fois celle-ci construite.
Merci de m'aider car j'ai plein d'idées et de projets mais je ne sais pas comment les réaliser.
Salut.😉
J'aimerais avec des amis monter un projet humanitaire.
La destination m'est égal par contre ce qui me plairait c'est d'aider à construire une école et plus tard aider: par exemple alphabetiser les enfants ou les sensibiliser à quelque chose qui m'est chére comme le theatre. Evidemment il faudrait que ce soit dans un pays francophone. Le probléme c'est qu'il faut qu'il y est une volonté locale pour fonder une école et je ne sais pas comment entrer en contact avec des gens sur place capable d'assurer le fonctionnement de l'école une fois celle-ci construite.
Merci de m'aider car j'ai plein d'idées et de projets mais je ne sais pas comment les réaliser.
Salut.😉
Bons plans au Gabon English translation pending
salut à tous
j'ai prévu de partir au gabon en février prochain pour 2, 3 semaines voir un copain qui travaille la bas. je souhaiterais par ailleurs profiter du pays. Je suis passionné d'Afrique noir mais n'y suis jamais allé. je viens vers vous pour avoir si y a moyen d'avoir des infos sur les bons plans avion, les trucs a voir sur place, les endroits a ne pas rater etc...
c'est très difficile de trouver des guides sur ce pays qui ne s'est pas encore ouvert au tourisme donc je vous remercie de toutes infos que vous voudrez bien me donner
j'ai prévu de partir au gabon en février prochain pour 2, 3 semaines voir un copain qui travaille la bas. je souhaiterais par ailleurs profiter du pays. Je suis passionné d'Afrique noir mais n'y suis jamais allé. je viens vers vous pour avoir si y a moyen d'avoir des infos sur les bons plans avion, les trucs a voir sur place, les endroits a ne pas rater etc...
c'est très difficile de trouver des guides sur ce pays qui ne s'est pas encore ouvert au tourisme donc je vous remercie de toutes infos que vous voudrez bien me donner
Une journée dans les Alpes English translation pending
Bonjour à tous,
J'ai décidé de rester une semaine en France et une semaine en Suisse. Je veux absolument passer une journée de snowboard dans les Alpes (rêve d'une vie pour un snowboarder Québecois).
Connaissez-vous des petits coins de paradis à bas prix qui en falle vraiment la peine ???
France et Suisse quel est le meilleur endroit ?
Un ami m'a parlé de Flaine (un peu petit mais sympa semble-t-il )
Merci de vos suggestion
The one who likes winter and lots of snow
vinz
J'ai décidé de rester une semaine en France et une semaine en Suisse. Je veux absolument passer une journée de snowboard dans les Alpes (rêve d'une vie pour un snowboarder Québecois).
Connaissez-vous des petits coins de paradis à bas prix qui en falle vraiment la peine ???
France et Suisse quel est le meilleur endroit ?
Un ami m'a parlé de Flaine (un peu petit mais sympa semble-t-il )
Merci de vos suggestion
The one who likes winter and lots of snow
vinz
Visa et budget pour l'Ouzbékistan English translation pending
salut à tous,
je pars en ouzbékistan et je n'ai pas la moindre idéé actu du budget que je dois réserver (je pars du 27 février au 06 mars), je souhaiterai aussi savoir si j'ai esoin d'un visa etquel serait son prix, ainsi que le visa de transit car j'ai une escale à moscou...je sais que nombre d'entre vous sont pas mal baroufeurs, et certains d'entre vous pourraient me conseiller sur le prix d'un hotel qui ait un bon rapport qualité prix...merci à vous, José (e-mail: josep181@aol.com)
je pars en ouzbékistan et je n'ai pas la moindre idéé actu du budget que je dois réserver (je pars du 27 février au 06 mars), je souhaiterai aussi savoir si j'ai esoin d'un visa etquel serait son prix, ainsi que le visa de transit car j'ai une escale à moscou...je sais que nombre d'entre vous sont pas mal baroufeurs, et certains d'entre vous pourraient me conseiller sur le prix d'un hotel qui ait un bon rapport qualité prix...merci à vous, José (e-mail: josep181@aol.com)
3 mois à vélo à travers l'Australie. English translation pending
Salut à tous les utilisateurs forcenés du vélo,
Je suis actuellement en plein dossier pour trouver des sponsors et c'est très fastidieu. Mon projet concerne la trversé sud/nord de l'australie à vélo en réalisant dans le même temps un reportage sur le périple.
J'aimerais avoir des renseignements sur les organiqmes ou associations que je pourrais aider à travers mon projet.
Et ca serait cool si je pouvais avoir des retour d'expérience ssur la recherche de sponsors et d'aides par d'autre personnes.
merci d'avance pour les réponses qu j'aurais.😉
Je suis actuellement en plein dossier pour trouver des sponsors et c'est très fastidieu. Mon projet concerne la trversé sud/nord de l'australie à vélo en réalisant dans le même temps un reportage sur le périple.
J'aimerais avoir des renseignements sur les organiqmes ou associations que je pourrais aider à travers mon projet.
Et ca serait cool si je pouvais avoir des retour d'expérience ssur la recherche de sponsors et d'aides par d'autre personnes.
merci d'avance pour les réponses qu j'aurais.😉
Best of des destinations English translation pending
Petite pensee que j'ai en surfant un peu partout dans ce forum, quand on regarde le nombre de discussions et messages postes sur les destinations, l'Asie du Sud-Est et l'Afrique sont largement en tete talones par l'Europe et l'Asie du Sud.
J'ai le sentiment que c'est representatif des choix des voyageurs que nous sommes. 😎
Donc pour eviter la foule et les bains a touristes, il n'y a plus qu'a chercher la destination qui n'a aucune question sur ce forum ! 😏
Bon, c'etait ma reflexion du soir apres une overdose de boulot. Reflexion a 2 balles, basee sur aucune etude scientifique !
Bonne soiree a tous
Douya
J'ai le sentiment que c'est representatif des choix des voyageurs que nous sommes. 😎
Donc pour eviter la foule et les bains a touristes, il n'y a plus qu'a chercher la destination qui n'a aucune question sur ce forum ! 😏
Bon, c'etait ma reflexion du soir apres une overdose de boulot. Reflexion a 2 balles, basee sur aucune etude scientifique !
Bonne soiree a tous
Douya
Bénin quand tu nous tiens English translation pending
Un air chaud et sec pénètre dans l’avion, 7 heures du matin, 27 degrés, et les militaires étaient bien au rendez-vous, devant l’avion avec leurs mitraillettes. Douane passée, une 404 pick-up m’attend, direction « la gerbe d’or », un bon petit restaurant, pour un petit déjeuner à la française, le dernier avant 15 jours.
Départ sur Cove, village de 70 000 habitants à coté de la ville de Bohicon. Pas un vent, il fait chaud, 32 degrés, ma gorge est dessécher, je tousse, la pollution est désagréable, le bruit omniprésent, des véhicules épaves, ceci est la description de toutes ces grandes agglomérations africaines ! ! Sorti de Cotonou, la 404 roule à tombeau ouvert : 50km/h, ainsi une durée de 6 heures est prévue pour les 270 km, mais rappelons-nous que nous sommes en Afrique !
Nous croisons des sortes de voitures chargées comme des 40t, la population me salue lors de mes passages dans les villages, la terre est rouge, les pleines désertiques sont d’une beauté indescriptible, un panorama de plusieurs km, avec de temps en temps un dieu de la brousse : un baobab.
Bohicon, ville d’assez grande importance, ne m’attire pas donc je prends la piste qui va jusqu'à Cove. Il reste 70km mais c’est km qui compte, enfin l’Afrique comme tout le monde imagine, la poussière orangée sur ma figure, j’ai le sentiment être un aventurier, sale, les cheveux pailles mais la civilisation me rattrape après un virage, la maison du préfet, une maison immense en construction, et quelques mètres plus loin Cove.
C’est jour de marché, klaxon, bouchon, marchand sur le bord de la route sont de rigueur les jours de marché, les senteurs de fruits et légumes sur ces étalages colorés, des stand de tissus, vendu au mètre pour ainsi se faire de magnifiques vêtements par des doigts de fée de la couturière !
Loin des touristes, Cove a su garder le charme des villes africaines, les tournois de dames, awalé, des débats et discutions rythme le quotidien, le sourire des gens nous rassurent, leur sympathie, hospitalité me fais enlever tout stress de l’inconnu. Ici les gens prennent le temps de vivre et surtout de vivre avec le peu qu’ils possèdent. Cette solidarité entre eux m’impressionnera toujours.
Je loge chez le directeur de l’école, son école a été réhabilité par une association « nos amis du bénin », il dispose de l’eau courante, la seule du quartier, et de l’électricité.
Les enfants sont heureux de voir un blanc dans leur village, ils me disent bonsoir, même s’il est 6 heures du matin, de jouer au foot, de se balader, cela me donne tous les jours le sourire, je m’efforce d’écouter leurs histoires car le français, même s’il est enseigné à l’école, reste relativement peu parlé. La rencontre de jeunes, aidant les maçons à rénover leur école ou travaillant dans les champs pour financer leurs études, me donne une bien belle leçon d’humanité.
Les jours se succèdent et ne se ressemblent pas, chaque jour est une découverte différente, des rencontres avec les vénérations des habitants : les pythons, le temple des morts, le pèlerinage de Dhassa, dans l’une des plus grande cathédrale d’Afrique, la danse des revenants, la danse des masques, je m’aperçois que le Bénin est bien le berceau du voudisme. Les enfants y sont conviés dés leur plus jeune age.
Lors d’un détours dans un quartier, j’aperçois une famille de 6 enfants en train de préparer le repas du soir, c’est des poulets, les parents, las de leur journée au champs, laissent les enfants faire le pénible travaille pour un européen mais tout à fait naturel pour eux. Ils égorgent le poulet, récupèrent le sang pour ensuite un faire un bon petit jus, le poulet, même sans tête, se débat, court de partout, une fois totalement mort, ils le trempent dans de l’eau chaude pour mieux le déplumer.
Je suis juste a 5 000km de chez moi et pourtant on se croirait sur une autre planete!
Je suis juste a 5 000km de chez moi et pourtant on se croirait sur une autre planete!
Quels pays pour 3 semaines en Europe? English translation pending
bonjour! nous sommes 2 etudiants de 22 ans de montreal.. et nous souhaitons faire un voyage de 3 semaines cet ete... destination vers l'europe! nous sommes un peu confu face a toutes les destinations possibles... France? Italie? Espagne?...? tout a l'air si interessant.
Nous voulons decourvrir de beaux endroits et en fait on a pas bcp de criteres sauf s'amuser evidemment 😛
nous avions penser visiter 2 ou 3 pays... avec une passe de train (ferry)
budget de 3000$ chacun canadien 😕 (donc 2000 chaque parceque 1000 pour avions)
si vous avez queqlues suggestions pour nous.. elle seront les bienvenue! vous devez vous mettre dans la peau de 2 personnes qui n'ont jamais mi le pied en europe 😮
dates : 6 juillet au 26 juillet
Nous voulons decourvrir de beaux endroits et en fait on a pas bcp de criteres sauf s'amuser evidemment 😛
nous avions penser visiter 2 ou 3 pays... avec une passe de train (ferry)
budget de 3000$ chacun canadien 😕 (donc 2000 chaque parceque 1000 pour avions)
si vous avez queqlues suggestions pour nous.. elle seront les bienvenue! vous devez vous mettre dans la peau de 2 personnes qui n'ont jamais mi le pied en europe 😮
dates : 6 juillet au 26 juillet
Postcard project for my ULIS class kids!!! ;)
Hello everyone! 🙂🙂,
A BIG thank you to all the travelers who sent us postcards this year—my students are becoming real geography whizzes!!!!!!!! I’m renewing my call for your kindness this year! We’re also working on food, so if your postcards can make our mouths water with local dishes, traditional meals, or typical recipes, that’d be amazing!!
Here’s a quick recap of the project:
I’m reaching out to all travelers and globetrotters on this forum. I’m a teacher in Creuse, working in a ULIS program (which welcomes children aged 6 to 12 with disabilities into a mainstream school). This year, I’m starting a school journal project that will involve the kids in many different topics. A big part of the journal will focus on opening up to the world, diversity, travel, countries, culture... I’m launching a call to invite as many of you as possible to send us a little postcard (from France or anywhere in the world!) to take us on a journey and help us discover new places, countries, and horizons—much more fun and exciting than a regular geography textbook! One section of our journal could be called "We received mail from " and would be an opportunity to research that location and share what we learn with our readers (a super enriching activity in class). The project starts in September 2025 but has no real end date, as this journal and world discovery initiative will span several school years (the kids stay in my ULIS program for multiple years). Postcards can be sent anytime—throughout the year, across seasons, even during holidays! (The kids will find them when they return.) I hope this idea appeals to as many of you as possible and that you’ll spread the word to your fellow traveler friends. Make us dream, take us on a journey!!! For those who’d like to write to us in a language other than French, no problem—quite the opposite!! Thank you in advance for your participation(s)! Below is our address. Feel free to leave your own address on a corner of the postcard if you’d like us to write back! 😊
The ULIS program students Bonnat Elementary School 12 rue Georges Sand 23220 BONNAT Thank you, and see you soon, I hope! 😁 Julien
Here’s a quick recap of the project:
I’m reaching out to all travelers and globetrotters on this forum. I’m a teacher in Creuse, working in a ULIS program (which welcomes children aged 6 to 12 with disabilities into a mainstream school). This year, I’m starting a school journal project that will involve the kids in many different topics. A big part of the journal will focus on opening up to the world, diversity, travel, countries, culture... I’m launching a call to invite as many of you as possible to send us a little postcard (from France or anywhere in the world!) to take us on a journey and help us discover new places, countries, and horizons—much more fun and exciting than a regular geography textbook! One section of our journal could be called "We received mail from " and would be an opportunity to research that location and share what we learn with our readers (a super enriching activity in class). The project starts in September 2025 but has no real end date, as this journal and world discovery initiative will span several school years (the kids stay in my ULIS program for multiple years). Postcards can be sent anytime—throughout the year, across seasons, even during holidays! (The kids will find them when they return.) I hope this idea appeals to as many of you as possible and that you’ll spread the word to your fellow traveler friends. Make us dream, take us on a journey!!! For those who’d like to write to us in a language other than French, no problem—quite the opposite!! Thank you in advance for your participation(s)! Below is our address. Feel free to leave your own address on a corner of the postcard if you’d like us to write back! 😊
The ULIS program students Bonnat Elementary School 12 rue Georges Sand 23220 BONNAT Thank you, and see you soon, I hope! 😁 Julien
A little piece of Sulawesi with the family: Rantepao and Selayar
I’d been wanting to discover Sulawesi for years. But then life happened—COVID, the cost of flight tickets, you name it. Long story short, years went by, but we finally set off as a family for a three-week trip in southern Sulawesi: Rammang Rammang, Rantepao, Sengkang, Bira, and Selayar.
I like to spend a good amount of time in the places I visit, giving myself the chance to really get to know the area and meet locals. So no island-hopping this time—just the south. But when I say "just," it’s not restrictive at all, given how rich this island is in landscapes, little encounters, and magical moments.
Wednesday 07/08 - Thursday 07/09: We left Montpellier for what was supposed to be five flights, though we only took four to start, landing in Jakarta. We picked up our luggage there to catch a flight to Makassar the next day. That’s the only way we could get an affordable ticket (702 €). I won’t bore you with the flight details—there’s not much to say. We arrived at 7 PM and considered heading straight to Makassar that evening. But we opted for a recovery night before taking off again. Good thing we did, because my son’s suitcase was missing... First contact with the locals was a bit stressful—a trip without your luggage isn’t exactly fun. But right away, a woman reassured us: the suitcase was just enjoying some extra time in Singapore. Maybe it was doing some last-minute shopping. Anyway, nothing serious—it was supposed to arrive at 9 AM the next day. That gave us some breathing room since our flight wasn’t until noon. So off we went to our hotel (Days Hotel & Suites) near the airport. It was cheap (40 € for three rooms—my kids are older and need their space), but it wasn’t worth much more. The place had definitely seen better days. But no big deal—we were only there for the night, and... we got to watch France beat Morocco in the World Cup live at 3 AM. That’s what really mattered!
Friday 07/10: In search of the lost suitcase First challenge of the morning: finding our missing suitcase. They sent us to the airport basement, to the staff entrance. We were greeted with smiles, and an airport employee led me through the underground corridors back to the baggage claim. Right on time at 9 AM, the suitcase arrived, just like they’d promised. We were finally complete! Off we went to change terminals, grab a well-deserved meal, and board our fifth flight to Makassar. Little side note: I struggled for a while trying to book domestic flights directly on the airlines’ websites with no luck. Without meaning to advertise (though I guess I am a little), I realized it’d be easier to use sites like tiket.com or Traveloka. That turned out to be a great choice—I even ended up booking hotels through them later in the trip. 12:40 PM: We were on our way to Makassar. First good news: we were the only tourists. Well, the only European tourists on the flight, anyway. No, you’re not dreaming—the bag is full of... potato chip packets. To each their own souvenirs, I guess...

When we arrived in Makassar, a driver was waiting to take us straight to Rammang Rammang: 250,000 IDR (12 €) to our guesthouse (Rammang Rammang House). Forget about meeting people on the bus—we were headed straight to the first stop of our trip, and it was already stunning.
My kids’ guesthouse:
Ours:
View of the little lake:
But not everything is straightforward around here. I wanted to get a local SIM card for internet and calls. I found them expensive at Jakarta’s airport (20 € for 20 GB), so I decided to wait. Well, no luck in Rammang Rammang either. You can’t just buy one from the local shop—you need a Telkomsat store (they have the best coverage). So we’d have to wait for Rantepao to get Wi-Fi... When I say "local shop," I mean the little shack around the corner. No big deal—we’d find one easily in Rantepao for 5 € and 25 GB. So there we were, offline, just the four of us enjoying the amazing view.
Saturday 07/11: Rammang Rammang We woke up early to the sound of wedding music blasting through the village (everyone’s invited!). Off we went to explore the area. A little walking, a little boat ride (shared with a French tourist and a Polish one—yes, there *are* tourists here, just not many; 750,000 IDR for up to 8 people) through a lovely canal, and we discovered the karst site. It was peaceful and beautiful. The river:
The karst site:





Wednesday 07/08 - Thursday 07/09: We left Montpellier for what was supposed to be five flights, though we only took four to start, landing in Jakarta. We picked up our luggage there to catch a flight to Makassar the next day. That’s the only way we could get an affordable ticket (702 €). I won’t bore you with the flight details—there’s not much to say. We arrived at 7 PM and considered heading straight to Makassar that evening. But we opted for a recovery night before taking off again. Good thing we did, because my son’s suitcase was missing... First contact with the locals was a bit stressful—a trip without your luggage isn’t exactly fun. But right away, a woman reassured us: the suitcase was just enjoying some extra time in Singapore. Maybe it was doing some last-minute shopping. Anyway, nothing serious—it was supposed to arrive at 9 AM the next day. That gave us some breathing room since our flight wasn’t until noon. So off we went to our hotel (Days Hotel & Suites) near the airport. It was cheap (40 € for three rooms—my kids are older and need their space), but it wasn’t worth much more. The place had definitely seen better days. But no big deal—we were only there for the night, and... we got to watch France beat Morocco in the World Cup live at 3 AM. That’s what really mattered!
Friday 07/10: In search of the lost suitcase First challenge of the morning: finding our missing suitcase. They sent us to the airport basement, to the staff entrance. We were greeted with smiles, and an airport employee led me through the underground corridors back to the baggage claim. Right on time at 9 AM, the suitcase arrived, just like they’d promised. We were finally complete! Off we went to change terminals, grab a well-deserved meal, and board our fifth flight to Makassar. Little side note: I struggled for a while trying to book domestic flights directly on the airlines’ websites with no luck. Without meaning to advertise (though I guess I am a little), I realized it’d be easier to use sites like tiket.com or Traveloka. That turned out to be a great choice—I even ended up booking hotels through them later in the trip. 12:40 PM: We were on our way to Makassar. First good news: we were the only tourists. Well, the only European tourists on the flight, anyway. No, you’re not dreaming—the bag is full of... potato chip packets. To each their own souvenirs, I guess...

When we arrived in Makassar, a driver was waiting to take us straight to Rammang Rammang: 250,000 IDR (12 €) to our guesthouse (Rammang Rammang House). Forget about meeting people on the bus—we were headed straight to the first stop of our trip, and it was already stunning.
My kids’ guesthouse:

Ours:

View of the little lake:

But not everything is straightforward around here. I wanted to get a local SIM card for internet and calls. I found them expensive at Jakarta’s airport (20 € for 20 GB), so I decided to wait. Well, no luck in Rammang Rammang either. You can’t just buy one from the local shop—you need a Telkomsat store (they have the best coverage). So we’d have to wait for Rantepao to get Wi-Fi... When I say "local shop," I mean the little shack around the corner. No big deal—we’d find one easily in Rantepao for 5 € and 25 GB. So there we were, offline, just the four of us enjoying the amazing view.
Saturday 07/11: Rammang Rammang We woke up early to the sound of wedding music blasting through the village (everyone’s invited!). Off we went to explore the area. A little walking, a little boat ride (shared with a French tourist and a Polish one—yes, there *are* tourists here, just not many; 750,000 IDR for up to 8 people) through a lovely canal, and we discovered the karst site. It was peaceful and beautiful. The river:
The karst site:





Booking in advance or not? Your advice for a 4-week Japan itinerary
Hello,
I’m looking for advice from seasoned travelers about a roughly one-month trip to Japan. From late October to late November 2026.
We often travel in Southeast Asia but have never been to Japan. Based on what I’ve read, I’d love to hear your thoughts on:
- Is traveling day-to-day, without booking hotels or trains in advance, possible in Japan? (I’ve read many travel journals and blogs that say everything was booked way in advance… but that’s not how we usually travel.)
- Will the Japan Rail Pass be worth it for us? (According to an old simulator, I’m looking at around 400 € for trains compared to 570 € for the JRP.)
Here’s our rough itinerary (which may change):
- Arrival Osaka: 3 nights with Nara - Hiroshima and Miyajima Island: 3 nights - Kurashiki or Naoshima: 2 nights - Himeji: 1 night - Kyoto: 4 nights - Kanazawa: 2 nights - Takayama and Shirakawa-go: 3 nights - Around Mount Fuji: 3 nights - Tokyo with Nikko: 6 nights (no theme parks) Departure from Tokyo
Thanks for sharing your thoughts! :)
I’m looking for advice from seasoned travelers about a roughly one-month trip to Japan. From late October to late November 2026.
We often travel in Southeast Asia but have never been to Japan. Based on what I’ve read, I’d love to hear your thoughts on:
- Is traveling day-to-day, without booking hotels or trains in advance, possible in Japan? (I’ve read many travel journals and blogs that say everything was booked way in advance… but that’s not how we usually travel.)
- Will the Japan Rail Pass be worth it for us? (According to an old simulator, I’m looking at around 400 € for trains compared to 570 € for the JRP.)
Here’s our rough itinerary (which may change):
- Arrival Osaka: 3 nights with Nara - Hiroshima and Miyajima Island: 3 nights - Kurashiki or Naoshima: 2 nights - Himeji: 1 night - Kyoto: 4 nights - Kanazawa: 2 nights - Takayama and Shirakawa-go: 3 nights - Around Mount Fuji: 3 nights - Tokyo with Nikko: 6 nights (no theme parks) Departure from Tokyo
Thanks for sharing your thoughts! :)
A whimsical taste of coming back!
I left my heart’s country eight days ago and returned to my adopted one—or was it the other way around? Scotland-Morvan, Morvan-Scotland, I’m not quite sure anymore.
After a quarter without dragging my slippers around here, even though I’d loudly declared I had no interest left in this site, here I am again!
My imagination never stays fallow for long. Just enough time for my inner land to rest. It gets overgrown with fresh nettles, the kind you can pick without getting stung. Then, it’s time to till the fragrant earth and let the story grow.
I hesitated over where to set this story. Maybe the Highlands, maybe the Hebrides, maybe the Orkney Islands, maybe the Shetland Islands. All of Scotland is myth—easy to embroider. But in the end, no. I’d almost be too afraid to bare my soul.
The story will take place at home. Simple, practical.
1)
This morning, I was up well before dawn, feeling a bit grumpy, but nothing a bowl of coffee won’t fix. I love my bowl, and no one dares take it. It’s porcelain, edged with intertwined blue flowers. On the bottom, it says "Revol." The factory has existed long before the Revolution. It was my great-grandmother’s bowl. She drank roasted barley from it during the war, then her Leroux chicory.
Last year, a little guy dropped it. My bowl broke into three pieces. A black anger vibrated deep inside me. The little boy was so upset, on the verge of tears. How could I scold him!
I picked up the three pieces and took Little Boy in my arms. His hair smelled of the light, sweet sweat of toddlers. A gentle hug that healed—his budding sorrow and my anger—everything vanished, and time carried on.
Today, my bowl is even prettier. Man fixed it using the traditional kintsugi technique, except he didn’t use gold powder or lacquer but superglue, and he delicately painted the cracks with woad blue. And my bowl is even more beautiful now.
I’m lingering, I can tell—it’s just that a story wraps itself in life, and life can’t be told in the snap of a finger. Life is long. Like in architecture, you start with a rough sketch, called a "sous-cul" (the initial pencil drawing), then you make a tracing, which is the work itself, the one you later carefully roll up in a wooden tube. Life is like that: you erase, you start over, you use the nub of the pencil until it’s tiny, but you keep going—dreaming, loving.
"Living is a full-time occupation, a unique adventure. Always a surprise and a wonder, which sometimes turns into astonishment. And, from time to time, happiness."*
Alright, enough digressing—this introduction is definitely too long. Tomorrow, I’ll get to the heart of the matter. (I hate that expression; it feels like I’m cutting into someone’s skin.)
*Jean d’Ormesson
2)

After a quarter without dragging my slippers around here, even though I’d loudly declared I had no interest left in this site, here I am again!
My imagination never stays fallow for long. Just enough time for my inner land to rest. It gets overgrown with fresh nettles, the kind you can pick without getting stung. Then, it’s time to till the fragrant earth and let the story grow.
I hesitated over where to set this story. Maybe the Highlands, maybe the Hebrides, maybe the Orkney Islands, maybe the Shetland Islands. All of Scotland is myth—easy to embroider. But in the end, no. I’d almost be too afraid to bare my soul.
The story will take place at home. Simple, practical.
1)
This morning, I was up well before dawn, feeling a bit grumpy, but nothing a bowl of coffee won’t fix. I love my bowl, and no one dares take it. It’s porcelain, edged with intertwined blue flowers. On the bottom, it says "Revol." The factory has existed long before the Revolution. It was my great-grandmother’s bowl. She drank roasted barley from it during the war, then her Leroux chicory.
Last year, a little guy dropped it. My bowl broke into three pieces. A black anger vibrated deep inside me. The little boy was so upset, on the verge of tears. How could I scold him!
I picked up the three pieces and took Little Boy in my arms. His hair smelled of the light, sweet sweat of toddlers. A gentle hug that healed—his budding sorrow and my anger—everything vanished, and time carried on.
Today, my bowl is even prettier. Man fixed it using the traditional kintsugi technique, except he didn’t use gold powder or lacquer but superglue, and he delicately painted the cracks with woad blue. And my bowl is even more beautiful now.
I’m lingering, I can tell—it’s just that a story wraps itself in life, and life can’t be told in the snap of a finger. Life is long. Like in architecture, you start with a rough sketch, called a "sous-cul" (the initial pencil drawing), then you make a tracing, which is the work itself, the one you later carefully roll up in a wooden tube. Life is like that: you erase, you start over, you use the nub of the pencil until it’s tiny, but you keep going—dreaming, loving.
"Living is a full-time occupation, a unique adventure. Always a surprise and a wonder, which sometimes turns into astonishment. And, from time to time, happiness."*
Alright, enough digressing—this introduction is definitely too long. Tomorrow, I’ll get to the heart of the matter. (I hate that expression; it feels like I’m cutting into someone’s skin.)
*Jean d’Ormesson
2)

Societal Evolution
Hello everyone,
It’s something we often notice in this forum—and many others—this behavioral shift.
A long-time member, or even a new one, asks a question. They get one or more answers, some brief, some detailed, and then... nothing???
Not even a simple thank you!!!
From what I’ve gathered, if the answers don’t align with what they wanted to hear, it seems natural for the asker to just disappear!! 😕 Unless—(and I fear this is the case)—basic politeness is no longer part of our society????
Please forgive my little rant.
Wishing everyone all the best. Cheers,
Puma2A

...
It’s something we often notice in this forum—and many others—this behavioral shift.
A long-time member, or even a new one, asks a question. They get one or more answers, some brief, some detailed, and then... nothing???
Not even a simple thank you!!!
From what I’ve gathered, if the answers don’t align with what they wanted to hear, it seems natural for the asker to just disappear!! 😕 Unless—(and I fear this is the case)—basic politeness is no longer part of our society????
Please forgive my little rant.
Wishing everyone all the best. Cheers,
Puma2A

...
Trip to Thailand and Laos
Hello! 🙂
January 2026 Here we go again for new adventures and the pleasure of sharing them with you here! First of all, I’d like to thank everyone who helped me with the preparations, even with some last-minute improvisations just days before departure. Thanks to Montagnard74, Jojoone1, Songsam, Attila, Dennis2, NadegerFERM, and the authors whose travel journals about Laos inspired me (Montagnard74, Muriel18, Mavietongs...).
In this story, written by Richard and illustrated by me, we’ll tell you about the journey of four friends: Catherine, Richard, Nathalie, and Bruno. A reinvented but overall successful trip, filled with discoveries and surprises, the scents of spices and frangipani flowers, (too) spicy food, sunsets, and... one big mess.
January 2026 Here we go again for new adventures and the pleasure of sharing them with you here! First of all, I’d like to thank everyone who helped me with the preparations, even with some last-minute improvisations just days before departure. Thanks to Montagnard74, Jojoone1, Songsam, Attila, Dennis2, NadegerFERM, and the authors whose travel journals about Laos inspired me (Montagnard74, Muriel18, Mavietongs...).
In this story, written by Richard and illustrated by me, we’ll tell you about the journey of four friends: Catherine, Richard, Nathalie, and Bruno. A reinvented but overall successful trip, filled with discoveries and surprises, the scents of spices and frangipani flowers, (too) spicy food, sunsets, and... one big mess.

The Foam of Days
Now that the curtain has fallen on the past year, it’s time to see what’s happening around here.
It seems pretty quiet, but I’ll read more in detail later.
First, I need to tell you all an anecdote.
My eldest little girl, in her third year of law school, was really scared she wouldn’t pass the year. I told her: “Trust yourself, you’ve worked so hard, and worst case, if you fail, you’ll just redo the year.” “But I don’t think I’ll make it—they changed the rules, and if I mess up even one unit, I have to start all over.” I knew her grades weren’t exactly stellar, and with what I was about to say, I wasn’t taking much of a risk. “Here’s the deal, sweetheart: if you pass, I promise I’ll take you to India, just the two of us.” I have to admit, India is a country I’ve talked about so much to all my grandchildren that in their minds, it’s become a magical, mythical place (hmm).
July had barely begun when my phone rang, her name flashing on the screen. “Mamido, I did it!” My promise came rushing back—oh no, oh no, oh no! “Congratulations, sweetheart!” A little shyly, she said: “Is the India trip still on?”
And me, replying: “Of course it is!”
And that’s that—a promise is a promise, or you risk losing that precious trust that keeps hearts warm and at peace.
We’re leaving in February. Only 8 days—yikes, the carbon footprint! But we can’t miss her tutorials, or she’ll be kicked out. Personally, that works just fine for me.
Going to India has become a challenge for me. It’s far, it’s exhausting, I sweat, I hate mosquitoes, the spices bother my mouth when I used to love them. There’s noise all the time—at night, the dogs bark nonstop, and we almost get run over. I’ll get lost in the streets because my sense of direction has vanished. I don’t like rice anymore. All that chaos and those cultural differences that once enchanted me now just overwhelm me. But I promised.
The upside—and it’s a big one—Raman, the same driver I’ve had forever, will be at the airport with a sign with our names. We’ll stop at the same little shop for chai (or tea, plain and simple) with that aroma that intoxicates me, halfway through the trip.
It’ll be a tiny trip—staying with friends, I’ll show her a few places I love: Chidambaram, Mamallapuram, and the clinic where I worked. Then we’ll head back. My little girl will go home to her parents.
As for me, I’ll leave right away for our Scottish island with Homme for our chilly winter.
How can you love a country so much you want to live there, then suddenly reject it, no longer able to appreciate what once made it special? That’s the mystery of love, I guess.
First, I need to tell you all an anecdote.
My eldest little girl, in her third year of law school, was really scared she wouldn’t pass the year. I told her: “Trust yourself, you’ve worked so hard, and worst case, if you fail, you’ll just redo the year.” “But I don’t think I’ll make it—they changed the rules, and if I mess up even one unit, I have to start all over.” I knew her grades weren’t exactly stellar, and with what I was about to say, I wasn’t taking much of a risk. “Here’s the deal, sweetheart: if you pass, I promise I’ll take you to India, just the two of us.” I have to admit, India is a country I’ve talked about so much to all my grandchildren that in their minds, it’s become a magical, mythical place (hmm).
July had barely begun when my phone rang, her name flashing on the screen. “Mamido, I did it!” My promise came rushing back—oh no, oh no, oh no! “Congratulations, sweetheart!” A little shyly, she said: “Is the India trip still on?”
And me, replying: “Of course it is!”
And that’s that—a promise is a promise, or you risk losing that precious trust that keeps hearts warm and at peace.
We’re leaving in February. Only 8 days—yikes, the carbon footprint! But we can’t miss her tutorials, or she’ll be kicked out. Personally, that works just fine for me.
Going to India has become a challenge for me. It’s far, it’s exhausting, I sweat, I hate mosquitoes, the spices bother my mouth when I used to love them. There’s noise all the time—at night, the dogs bark nonstop, and we almost get run over. I’ll get lost in the streets because my sense of direction has vanished. I don’t like rice anymore. All that chaos and those cultural differences that once enchanted me now just overwhelm me. But I promised.
The upside—and it’s a big one—Raman, the same driver I’ve had forever, will be at the airport with a sign with our names. We’ll stop at the same little shop for chai (or tea, plain and simple) with that aroma that intoxicates me, halfway through the trip.
It’ll be a tiny trip—staying with friends, I’ll show her a few places I love: Chidambaram, Mamallapuram, and the clinic where I worked. Then we’ll head back. My little girl will go home to her parents.
As for me, I’ll leave right away for our Scottish island with Homme for our chilly winter.
How can you love a country so much you want to live there, then suddenly reject it, no longer able to appreciate what once made it special? That’s the mystery of love, I guess.
Preparing for Quebec: 1 month with the family
Hello everyone,
We’ve decided to head to Quebec next year—it’s been a dream for the whole family (after watching so many travel shows and the like...). There’ll be five of us: 2 adults, 2 teens (16 and 13), and a child (8 years old). We’re all pretty good walkers, though maybe the teens a little less so—it’s just that age, you know? 😊 That said, they’ve got no problem doing 15 km hikes, just not every single day.
We’re planning to go from July 23 to August 14, arriving and departing from Montreal, so almost 3 weeks. I’ve started looking into logistics and accommodation prices, but before I dive into bookings, I’d love some advice on the itinerary. I’ve read a few threads here and there. Our idea is to visit between 3 and 5 different places over the 3 weeks, so that means the same number of accommodations. The goal is to optimize travel as much as possible—I’ve realized that getting around can take a long time. I think the first two days will be in Montreal to adjust to the time difference, and the last two in Quebec City, though that’s not set in stone.
Anyway, I’m not really sure about the route. I’ve got time to plan everything, but I know the longer we wait, the more expensive and scarce accommodations will get. Same goes for budget—we’ve set aside a mid-range budget, flights included: 3k per person (1k for the flight). So if you’ve got any great tips or advice, we’re all ears!
I was thinking of going up the St. Lawrence River, but I’m not sure how long that takes or where to stop. Maybe there are other places worth visiting farther away...
Anyway, thanks for reading this far! If you’ve got any questions, don’t hesitate.
Thanks, everyone.
We’re planning to go from July 23 to August 14, arriving and departing from Montreal, so almost 3 weeks. I’ve started looking into logistics and accommodation prices, but before I dive into bookings, I’d love some advice on the itinerary. I’ve read a few threads here and there. Our idea is to visit between 3 and 5 different places over the 3 weeks, so that means the same number of accommodations. The goal is to optimize travel as much as possible—I’ve realized that getting around can take a long time. I think the first two days will be in Montreal to adjust to the time difference, and the last two in Quebec City, though that’s not set in stone.
Anyway, I’m not really sure about the route. I’ve got time to plan everything, but I know the longer we wait, the more expensive and scarce accommodations will get. Same goes for budget—we’ve set aside a mid-range budget, flights included: 3k per person (1k for the flight). So if you’ve got any great tips or advice, we’re all ears!
I was thinking of going up the St. Lawrence River, but I’m not sure how long that takes or where to stop. Maybe there are other places worth visiting farther away...
Anyway, thanks for reading this far! If you’ve got any questions, don’t hesitate.
Thanks, everyone.
How to get from Antalaha to Maroantsetra?
hi there
I’ll be in Antalaha in October and need to get to Maroantsetra. I’ve heard it’s possible by boat, but I can’t find any info about it. So I’m wondering if I’ll have to arrange something with local fishing boats or something else, and whether it’s a risky trip since the sea can get rough on Madagascar’s east coast. Has anyone done this before, or just know anything about it? What do you think?
I’ll be in Antalaha in October and need to get to Maroantsetra. I’ve heard it’s possible by boat, but I can’t find any info about it. So I’m wondering if I’ll have to arrange something with local fishing boats or something else, and whether it’s a risky trip since the sea can get rough on Madagascar’s east coast. Has anyone done this before, or just know anything about it? What do you think?
2 weeks in mojito country - March 2024 (Cuba)
Hey everyone,
A lot has happened in 4 years when it comes to travel. It wasn’t a little virus that would stop us from traveling, even if we sometimes had to adjust our destinations. So, I’m going to try to get back into posting travel journals, starting with destinations where there aren’t many recent stories.
I’ll begin with our trip of 2 weeks exploring the western part of Cuba. For those eager to read the story, I invite you to check out MyAtlas, where I started writing my travel journals during VoyageForum’s long hiatus: https://www.myatlas.com/Lofwyra/cuba-petit-detour-au-pays-du-mojito
Our itinerary, traveled in a 1954 classic American car with our driver Yoan, who spoke excellent French. I’ll add links to the posts as I write them.
2 nights in Habana Vieja - <<click here to go directly to the post>> 2 nights in Playa Larga** 2 nights in Cienfuegos** 3 nights in Trinidad*** 2 nights in Matanzas*** 3 nights in Viñales**** 1 night in Havana, downtown and Vedado
Before diving into the story, here are a few photos of what stood out to us beyond the usual sights of this country:
🙂 The birds, in large numbers—hummingbirds, pink flamingos, pelicans, and especially the tocororo, Cuba’s endemic bird, considered the national bird because the colors of its plumage match the Cuban flag.
🙂 Matanzas, a city that doesn’t get much attention, sandwiched between Varadero and Havana. It doesn’t have the architectural splendor of Trinidad or Cienfuegos, some streets are really dirty, but it has a dynamic, lively vibe that really touched us.
🙂 The ever-present blue, in the architecture, the cars, and the natural surroundings.
...and what we called the "Cuban style": rum and cigars in the company of Che 😎
There’s still so much more to remember about this captivating and vibrant country, despite the economic crisis hitting Cubans hard... to be continued in the story.
Happy reading, Pascale
A lot has happened in 4 years when it comes to travel. It wasn’t a little virus that would stop us from traveling, even if we sometimes had to adjust our destinations. So, I’m going to try to get back into posting travel journals, starting with destinations where there aren’t many recent stories.
I’ll begin with our trip of 2 weeks exploring the western part of Cuba. For those eager to read the story, I invite you to check out MyAtlas, where I started writing my travel journals during VoyageForum’s long hiatus: https://www.myatlas.com/Lofwyra/cuba-petit-detour-au-pays-du-mojito
Our itinerary, traveled in a 1954 classic American car with our driver Yoan, who spoke excellent French. I’ll add links to the posts as I write them.
2 nights in Habana Vieja - <<click here to go directly to the post>> 2 nights in Playa Larga** 2 nights in Cienfuegos** 3 nights in Trinidad*** 2 nights in Matanzas*** 3 nights in Viñales**** 1 night in Havana, downtown and Vedado
Before diving into the story, here are a few photos of what stood out to us beyond the usual sights of this country:
🙂 The birds, in large numbers—hummingbirds, pink flamingos, pelicans, and especially the tocororo, Cuba’s endemic bird, considered the national bird because the colors of its plumage match the Cuban flag.

🙂 Matanzas, a city that doesn’t get much attention, sandwiched between Varadero and Havana. It doesn’t have the architectural splendor of Trinidad or Cienfuegos, some streets are really dirty, but it has a dynamic, lively vibe that really touched us.

🙂 The ever-present blue, in the architecture, the cars, and the natural surroundings.

...and what we called the "Cuban style": rum and cigars in the company of Che 😎

There’s still so much more to remember about this captivating and vibrant country, despite the economic crisis hitting Cubans hard... to be continued in the story.
Happy reading, Pascale
Tuscany: Arezzo province and the Siena area
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.
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.
A long journey around Australia
Sunday, October 1st, 2023
Mulhouse-London
We dumped our trash on our neighbors. We hugged, overflowing with emotion. Then Léa from Taxis S showed up. She knows us well. For ages, she’s been our driver. She was practically the official taxiwoman for the trips of the company where Dom and I met. She knew us when we were single! Almost teenagers! She knows everyone and fills in the biographies of people we’d forgotten.
Across the street, while we loaded the luggage, S., perched in his window frame, waved a handkerchief. This wasn’t just any trip.
Then things got tricky. It’s funny how fate sinks its teeth into our happy moments—there’s this whole intermediate phase where the poison seeps in unnoticed because you’re still in the dark...
First, there was a delay on our flight to London. Dom immediately went on high alert, while I stayed calm. In my mind, we had two hours. I knew we had to go from Terminal 5 to Terminal 4, but two hours—come on, that’s plenty, right?

Bad calculation! Because those two hours were between the first flight’s landing and the second’s takeoff. But flights close at least half an hour before departure. Getting from one terminal to another means taking a shuttle bus. We waited for the one going to Terminal 4... until a young guy paid to direct people (who hadn’t seen us) informed us it was no longer possible to access Terminal 4 without going through Terminal 2 first for a connection! That really cranked up the pressure. We started installing a mental countdown with a programmed explosion at the end—guaranteed stress with added beads of sweat. The terminal bus was driven by a young Pakistani guy. We were *so* tense we bombarded him with our frantic, repetitive questions. “So? When are we getting there? What’s happening? Why aren’t we moving?” Our eyes were glued to our watches. The poor guy knew. Perfectly. Because it was obvious—no way around it. We weren’t going to make it. It was impossible. But Dom and I stubbornly refused to believe it. Then the kid stopped the bus. Me, hysterical: “What are you doing? What’s going on? Our plane takes off in... in... 4 minutes!!!! We’re gonna miss iiiiiit!” He wasn’t calm either. “You’ve already missed it!” He explained we had to cross a zone that required an escort car to clear a path through the runways. Impossible to do without. It’s forbidden. We had to WAIT (!!!). Then he got a radio call—he had to rush to Terminal 3 to pick up a passenger who was *super* tight on time. “Amir!!!! It’s RIGHT NOW!” they yelled in his already-red ears, thanks to the complaints of two hysterical Frenchies. Dom and I were in overdrive, hallucinating! We wanted to stop him, maybe even hit him to prevent him from turning around. He picked up the girl, whom we instantly hated like the most despicable witch. I turned on my data, searched for Malaysia Airlines’ number at Terminal 4, called, and actually got someone—quite a feat. A woman cut off my frantic rambling with a blunt “It’s over, the check-in is closed, the plane is about to take off.” I heard her but refused to accept it. I yelled, “We’re coming!” She shot back her monolithic “It’s over.” Finally at the doors of that damn Terminal 4, we ran—*really* ran—a marathon, Gate 6, security checks, pat-downs, “Take off your belts,” we asked questions, everyone seemed confident, we ran with one hand holding up our pants, the other clutching our belt, Gate 6—the room was empty. A girl was sitting there, calmly on the phone. We pounced on her. She calmed us down. Little by little, the light came back. Our brains rebooted. We finally understood it was over. We’d have to start crafting a new plan with the new reality. It started with a return to Terminal 5 to talk to British Airways, which took a good hour. With the same driver as before. We were alone with him. He took the time to apologize, to assure us it wasn’t his fault, that our problem had no solution, that nothing could’ve changed the outcome. At BA, we were exhausted. We were greeted by a handsome young man in a navy-blue uniform with gold stripes everywhere. We could’ve made a scene, but we were just relieved to find someone who’d take charge of our story. It was a minimal response, but it was *a* response. I suppose we could’ve demanded a business-class upgrade or a free trip, but we were just happy with a few vouchers for food, a hotel room with breakfast, and a little bag with plastic toys, a razor, toothbrush, hygiene products, and a T-shirt... Trinkets... But we were fine with it all—we said thank you eagerly because the essential was assured. He found us seats on flights tomorrow. *Tomorrow.* We were afraid to hope! We had the exact same flights but a day later. The same crappy times, but it was all good. We felt saved from the shipwreck, like survivors. - And what about the luggage? - .... !!!!
Monday, October 2nd, 2023 London - Kuala Lumpur
It wasn’t the Ritz, but with exhaustion on our side, we slept well. The continental breakfast was way better than we’d expected from an Ibis Budget. Still, it wasn’t enough to restore my joy for life. The course correction had turned into an arduous obstacle course. I scoured the car rental site every which way. Couldn’t reschedule the car. I’d done it before, but this time... Not to mention the laptop battery was complaining—the Brits have this quirk of making their power outlets incompatible with our chargers. Frustrated, I called them but ended up with a girl who declared herself incompetent and offered to have someone from Avis in Perth call me back—someone who’d supposedly handle rentals better. I decided to wait while taking a bath. Barely settled in, the phone rang. I was soaking wet, of course, and asked Dom to answer. Unfortunately, she’s known for disliking my phone, and in a clumsy move, she hung up. We got annoyed. She put dry towels on the edge of the bathtub, but—another false move—they fell in the water. The phone rang again... I completely redid the plans for the next two days, then transferred the files to my phone to consult them later offline. I plugged in my USB cable... *Plop!* The battery died abruptly—my PC shut down without any of the usual polite warnings! I looked around, hoping to find someone to strangle... Long story short, you can tell the day started under the worst omens. I was in a foul mood and spread my bad vibes to Dominique, who was initially in much better spirits... I called Mastercard, hoping to get a refund for the non-refundable night in Perth we’d already paid for. Same old song: “We’ll call you back”... Then... I’ll cut it short—buses, trains, lots of waiting... We rushed to reach the infamous Terminal 4.

We tried new options and convinced ourselves that a delayed departure flight is unrecoverable, no matter the scenario. We were furious that BA hadn’t bothered to tell us, leaving us to run around like rats in a burning house.
Tuesday, October 3rd, 2023 Kuala Lumpur-Perth
The flight was pretty nice. 13 hours, though. Dom and I were facing each other across the aisle. We could get up easily whenever we wanted without bothering anyone and chat when we felt like it. Besides, their chicken was amazing. They were kind enough to offer Dom a truly remarkable glass of rum. Good movies too, including the excellent *Prisoners* by Denis Villeneuve. At KL, during boarding, we developed a nagging worry about our luggage. We checked with some Malaysian Airlines staff. I sensed their hesitation. They made calls. Then changed their minds, giving us smiles and thumbs up...
Wednesday, October 4th, 2023 Perth
*Happy is the man who, like Ulysses, has had a fine voyage.* Well, for us, it wasn’t that. Finally arrived, we experienced the loneliness of tourists watching the baggage carousel spin, emptying of its precious containers one by one, until only a handful of travelers were left, staring at each other in disbelief. Without luggage, you’re kinda screwed. Not even a change of socks—our feet had been swimming in the same shoes for 3 days. No adapter, so no laptop. No toiletries. We could’ve cried! The lost luggage guy played his part. If you want compensation, fill out the disclaimer on the website made for that. And then, “Don’t worry, your luggage will arrive tomorrow!” “Don’t worry?!” From the start of the trip, we’ve been jerked around, fed lies. Tomorrow is the *absolute* last chance to get them back. Beyond that, we’d have to scramble a whole new trip. And lose a lot in the process! I have no idea how to go about it. Tomorrow... OMG... Tomorrow... We landed at 1 AM. Avis, the car rental place, opens at 6:30. Luckily, we found some decent breakfast. It cheered us up and gave us a second wind. Incorrigible, we started believing again! Well, then we just killed time. What else was there to do?

In front of Avis’s little shack, we were freezing. We’d been there since dawn. The girl who showed up, a Latina, immediately saw us as a nuisance who’d ruin her hopes of a peaceful start. Her face and tone were as unwelcoming as possible. You know us—it ended with hugs. She gave us a gorgeous, brand-new car! A hybrid with ultra-sophisticated features, all buttons you shouldn’t touch if you want to drive this thing without causing irreparable damage! We’re off! Driving on the left is easy at first. You think about it constantly. It’s counterintuitive, it takes effort. It’s later, when you get used to it and confidence sets in, that it becomes dangerous—old reflexes can send you into a wall. Anyway, the car and I immediately clicked.
In Perth, underground parking next to the hotel, friendly welcome—we ended up forgetting all the morning’s mishaps. Should we go sightseeing?
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Across the street, while we loaded the luggage, S., perched in his window frame, waved a handkerchief. This wasn’t just any trip.
Then things got tricky. It’s funny how fate sinks its teeth into our happy moments—there’s this whole intermediate phase where the poison seeps in unnoticed because you’re still in the dark...
First, there was a delay on our flight to London. Dom immediately went on high alert, while I stayed calm. In my mind, we had two hours. I knew we had to go from Terminal 5 to Terminal 4, but two hours—come on, that’s plenty, right?

Bad calculation! Because those two hours were between the first flight’s landing and the second’s takeoff. But flights close at least half an hour before departure. Getting from one terminal to another means taking a shuttle bus. We waited for the one going to Terminal 4... until a young guy paid to direct people (who hadn’t seen us) informed us it was no longer possible to access Terminal 4 without going through Terminal 2 first for a connection! That really cranked up the pressure. We started installing a mental countdown with a programmed explosion at the end—guaranteed stress with added beads of sweat. The terminal bus was driven by a young Pakistani guy. We were *so* tense we bombarded him with our frantic, repetitive questions. “So? When are we getting there? What’s happening? Why aren’t we moving?” Our eyes were glued to our watches. The poor guy knew. Perfectly. Because it was obvious—no way around it. We weren’t going to make it. It was impossible. But Dom and I stubbornly refused to believe it. Then the kid stopped the bus. Me, hysterical: “What are you doing? What’s going on? Our plane takes off in... in... 4 minutes!!!! We’re gonna miss iiiiiit!” He wasn’t calm either. “You’ve already missed it!” He explained we had to cross a zone that required an escort car to clear a path through the runways. Impossible to do without. It’s forbidden. We had to WAIT (!!!). Then he got a radio call—he had to rush to Terminal 3 to pick up a passenger who was *super* tight on time. “Amir!!!! It’s RIGHT NOW!” they yelled in his already-red ears, thanks to the complaints of two hysterical Frenchies. Dom and I were in overdrive, hallucinating! We wanted to stop him, maybe even hit him to prevent him from turning around. He picked up the girl, whom we instantly hated like the most despicable witch. I turned on my data, searched for Malaysia Airlines’ number at Terminal 4, called, and actually got someone—quite a feat. A woman cut off my frantic rambling with a blunt “It’s over, the check-in is closed, the plane is about to take off.” I heard her but refused to accept it. I yelled, “We’re coming!” She shot back her monolithic “It’s over.” Finally at the doors of that damn Terminal 4, we ran—*really* ran—a marathon, Gate 6, security checks, pat-downs, “Take off your belts,” we asked questions, everyone seemed confident, we ran with one hand holding up our pants, the other clutching our belt, Gate 6—the room was empty. A girl was sitting there, calmly on the phone. We pounced on her. She calmed us down. Little by little, the light came back. Our brains rebooted. We finally understood it was over. We’d have to start crafting a new plan with the new reality. It started with a return to Terminal 5 to talk to British Airways, which took a good hour. With the same driver as before. We were alone with him. He took the time to apologize, to assure us it wasn’t his fault, that our problem had no solution, that nothing could’ve changed the outcome. At BA, we were exhausted. We were greeted by a handsome young man in a navy-blue uniform with gold stripes everywhere. We could’ve made a scene, but we were just relieved to find someone who’d take charge of our story. It was a minimal response, but it was *a* response. I suppose we could’ve demanded a business-class upgrade or a free trip, but we were just happy with a few vouchers for food, a hotel room with breakfast, and a little bag with plastic toys, a razor, toothbrush, hygiene products, and a T-shirt... Trinkets... But we were fine with it all—we said thank you eagerly because the essential was assured. He found us seats on flights tomorrow. *Tomorrow.* We were afraid to hope! We had the exact same flights but a day later. The same crappy times, but it was all good. We felt saved from the shipwreck, like survivors. - And what about the luggage? - .... !!!!

Monday, October 2nd, 2023 London - Kuala Lumpur

It wasn’t the Ritz, but with exhaustion on our side, we slept well. The continental breakfast was way better than we’d expected from an Ibis Budget. Still, it wasn’t enough to restore my joy for life. The course correction had turned into an arduous obstacle course. I scoured the car rental site every which way. Couldn’t reschedule the car. I’d done it before, but this time... Not to mention the laptop battery was complaining—the Brits have this quirk of making their power outlets incompatible with our chargers. Frustrated, I called them but ended up with a girl who declared herself incompetent and offered to have someone from Avis in Perth call me back—someone who’d supposedly handle rentals better. I decided to wait while taking a bath. Barely settled in, the phone rang. I was soaking wet, of course, and asked Dom to answer. Unfortunately, she’s known for disliking my phone, and in a clumsy move, she hung up. We got annoyed. She put dry towels on the edge of the bathtub, but—another false move—they fell in the water. The phone rang again... I completely redid the plans for the next two days, then transferred the files to my phone to consult them later offline. I plugged in my USB cable... *Plop!* The battery died abruptly—my PC shut down without any of the usual polite warnings! I looked around, hoping to find someone to strangle... Long story short, you can tell the day started under the worst omens. I was in a foul mood and spread my bad vibes to Dominique, who was initially in much better spirits... I called Mastercard, hoping to get a refund for the non-refundable night in Perth we’d already paid for. Same old song: “We’ll call you back”... Then... I’ll cut it short—buses, trains, lots of waiting... We rushed to reach the infamous Terminal 4.

We tried new options and convinced ourselves that a delayed departure flight is unrecoverable, no matter the scenario. We were furious that BA hadn’t bothered to tell us, leaving us to run around like rats in a burning house.
Tuesday, October 3rd, 2023 Kuala Lumpur-Perth
The flight was pretty nice. 13 hours, though. Dom and I were facing each other across the aisle. We could get up easily whenever we wanted without bothering anyone and chat when we felt like it. Besides, their chicken was amazing. They were kind enough to offer Dom a truly remarkable glass of rum. Good movies too, including the excellent *Prisoners* by Denis Villeneuve. At KL, during boarding, we developed a nagging worry about our luggage. We checked with some Malaysian Airlines staff. I sensed their hesitation. They made calls. Then changed their minds, giving us smiles and thumbs up...
Wednesday, October 4th, 2023 Perth
*Happy is the man who, like Ulysses, has had a fine voyage.* Well, for us, it wasn’t that. Finally arrived, we experienced the loneliness of tourists watching the baggage carousel spin, emptying of its precious containers one by one, until only a handful of travelers were left, staring at each other in disbelief. Without luggage, you’re kinda screwed. Not even a change of socks—our feet had been swimming in the same shoes for 3 days. No adapter, so no laptop. No toiletries. We could’ve cried! The lost luggage guy played his part. If you want compensation, fill out the disclaimer on the website made for that. And then, “Don’t worry, your luggage will arrive tomorrow!” “Don’t worry?!” From the start of the trip, we’ve been jerked around, fed lies. Tomorrow is the *absolute* last chance to get them back. Beyond that, we’d have to scramble a whole new trip. And lose a lot in the process! I have no idea how to go about it. Tomorrow... OMG... Tomorrow... We landed at 1 AM. Avis, the car rental place, opens at 6:30. Luckily, we found some decent breakfast. It cheered us up and gave us a second wind. Incorrigible, we started believing again! Well, then we just killed time. What else was there to do?


In front of Avis’s little shack, we were freezing. We’d been there since dawn. The girl who showed up, a Latina, immediately saw us as a nuisance who’d ruin her hopes of a peaceful start. Her face and tone were as unwelcoming as possible. You know us—it ended with hugs. She gave us a gorgeous, brand-new car! A hybrid with ultra-sophisticated features, all buttons you shouldn’t touch if you want to drive this thing without causing irreparable damage! We’re off! Driving on the left is easy at first. You think about it constantly. It’s counterintuitive, it takes effort. It’s later, when you get used to it and confidence sets in, that it becomes dangerous—old reflexes can send you into a wall. Anyway, the car and I immediately clicked.
In Perth, underground parking next to the hotel, friendly welcome—we ended up forgetting all the morning’s mishaps. Should we go sightseeing?

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Morocco, an encounter...
Hello everyone,
I’ve been to Morocco about fifteen times, but I’ve never posted a travel journal here on Voyage Forum. Why? I have no idea… Maybe because this section was so active, with lots of stories and photos. I thought sharing my adventures in *al Maghrib* wouldn’t be very original. Today, this space feels quieter, so what if I tried to give it a little life back, modestly? With some help…
This trip will be different. From the start of my relationship with Richard, I was determined to introduce him to *my* Morocco. But he was a bit reluctant… He’ll tell you about our 2022 meeting, and I’ll illustrate it with my photos, just like we did with our India travel journal.

I’ve been to Morocco about fifteen times, but I’ve never posted a travel journal here on Voyage Forum. Why? I have no idea… Maybe because this section was so active, with lots of stories and photos. I thought sharing my adventures in *al Maghrib* wouldn’t be very original. Today, this space feels quieter, so what if I tried to give it a little life back, modestly? With some help…
This trip will be different. From the start of my relationship with Richard, I was determined to introduce him to *my* Morocco. But he was a bit reluctant… He’ll tell you about our 2022 meeting, and I’ll illustrate it with my photos, just like we did with our India travel journal.

Southwest! 8 weeks with the family, Denver-to-Denver loop, 1st part...
Hey there, VoyageForum!!!
I’ve combed through this site up, down, and sideways to plan our two-month road trip across the American Southwest during the summer of 2022, so it only feels right to give back and revive the USA travel journal section—helping others prep, travel, or relive their own memories! 😏
A quick intro to the stars of this trip is coming soon... in an upcoming post!
Table of Contents:
Road trip introduction Day 1 & 2: the days we double-checked all our papers... Day 3 & 3 bis: The day we discovered Denver... Day 4: The day of the race, the carriage, and the little one’s cough... Day 5: the day the road trip truly began... Day 6 & 6 bis: the day of Nature’s first wonders... Day 7: the day the sky fell on our heads... Day 8 & 8 bis: the day we saw ghosts... Day 9: the day we climbed the mountain... Day 10: the day the theme song from "The Last Picture Show" played on loop in my head... Day 11: the day we lived like Native Americans... Day 12: the day we left civilization behind... Day 13 & 13 bis: the day we explored another planet... Day 14 & 14 bis: the day Caro reunited with HER rocks... Day 15 & 15 bis: the day of the fantastic ride... Day 16: the day we cooled off in Lake Powell... Day 17: the day the Colorado River’s meanders were all ours... Day 18: the day we dipped our feet in the Colorado... Day 19: the day the guys discovered true vastness... Day 20 & 20 bis: the day we covered a few acres of Route 66 before sunset... Day 21: the day the credit card said stop... right before the STRIP... Day 22: the day we finally discovered Cirque du Soleil... Day 23: the day we returned to calm... well, almost... Day 24: the day we reached our home base for 6 nights: Saint George Day 25: the day we should’ve explored Yant Flat... Day 26: the day it was 13°C at Cedar Breaks... Day 27: the day we explored The Narrows in Zion NP... Day 28: the day we discovered Snow Canyon... Day 29: the day we hiked to the "SUBWAY"... Day 30: the day we encountered the abyss—from the north this time... Day 31: the day we arrived in a place where dreams begin... Kanab... Day 32: the day we discovered the first treasures along House Rock Valley... 2nd part: the second part of the journey... Day 33: the day we discovered a magical place... Edmaier's Secret... Day 34: the day Cottonwood Road didn’t open up to us... Day 35: the day of the classic Queen’s Garden + Navajo Loop—and another event that became a classic... Day 36: the second day in Bryce... pure bliss!!! Day 37: the day we swam at the foot of Calf Creek Falls... Day 38: the day we took the Burr Trail, even with storms lurking... Day 39: The day of the goblins... Day 40: the day we enjoyed the peaceful Capitol Reef NP... Day 41: the day of the Rim Overlook and another letdown... Day 42: the day we arrived in... Moab... Day 43: the first day in Arches National Park... Day 44: the day of the Fisher Towers... Day 45: the day of Bow Tie & Corona Arches... Day 46: The day of Shafer Trail + Potash Road... Day 47: The second day in Arches NP... Day 48: the day we discovered Colorado NM in a flash... Day 49: the day of Black Canyon... Day 50: the day we passed through Durango before falling for Silverton... Day 51: the day we went through Ouray and ended up in Gunnison... Day 52: the day of Kebler Pass and arriving at the hot springs... Day 53: the day of hot springs II, then the road back to Denver... Day 54: the last day... Day 55: back home and the RECAP...
I’ve combed through this site up, down, and sideways to plan our two-month road trip across the American Southwest during the summer of 2022, so it only feels right to give back and revive the USA travel journal section—helping others prep, travel, or relive their own memories! 😏
A quick intro to the stars of this trip is coming soon... in an upcoming post!
Table of Contents:
Road trip introduction Day 1 & 2: the days we double-checked all our papers... Day 3 & 3 bis: The day we discovered Denver... Day 4: The day of the race, the carriage, and the little one’s cough... Day 5: the day the road trip truly began... Day 6 & 6 bis: the day of Nature’s first wonders... Day 7: the day the sky fell on our heads... Day 8 & 8 bis: the day we saw ghosts... Day 9: the day we climbed the mountain... Day 10: the day the theme song from "The Last Picture Show" played on loop in my head... Day 11: the day we lived like Native Americans... Day 12: the day we left civilization behind... Day 13 & 13 bis: the day we explored another planet... Day 14 & 14 bis: the day Caro reunited with HER rocks... Day 15 & 15 bis: the day of the fantastic ride... Day 16: the day we cooled off in Lake Powell... Day 17: the day the Colorado River’s meanders were all ours... Day 18: the day we dipped our feet in the Colorado... Day 19: the day the guys discovered true vastness... Day 20 & 20 bis: the day we covered a few acres of Route 66 before sunset... Day 21: the day the credit card said stop... right before the STRIP... Day 22: the day we finally discovered Cirque du Soleil... Day 23: the day we returned to calm... well, almost... Day 24: the day we reached our home base for 6 nights: Saint George Day 25: the day we should’ve explored Yant Flat... Day 26: the day it was 13°C at Cedar Breaks... Day 27: the day we explored The Narrows in Zion NP... Day 28: the day we discovered Snow Canyon... Day 29: the day we hiked to the "SUBWAY"... Day 30: the day we encountered the abyss—from the north this time... Day 31: the day we arrived in a place where dreams begin... Kanab... Day 32: the day we discovered the first treasures along House Rock Valley... 2nd part: the second part of the journey... Day 33: the day we discovered a magical place... Edmaier's Secret... Day 34: the day Cottonwood Road didn’t open up to us... Day 35: the day of the classic Queen’s Garden + Navajo Loop—and another event that became a classic... Day 36: the second day in Bryce... pure bliss!!! Day 37: the day we swam at the foot of Calf Creek Falls... Day 38: the day we took the Burr Trail, even with storms lurking... Day 39: The day of the goblins... Day 40: the day we enjoyed the peaceful Capitol Reef NP... Day 41: the day of the Rim Overlook and another letdown... Day 42: the day we arrived in... Moab... Day 43: the first day in Arches National Park... Day 44: the day of the Fisher Towers... Day 45: the day of Bow Tie & Corona Arches... Day 46: The day of Shafer Trail + Potash Road... Day 47: The second day in Arches NP... Day 48: the day we discovered Colorado NM in a flash... Day 49: the day of Black Canyon... Day 50: the day we passed through Durango before falling for Silverton... Day 51: the day we went through Ouray and ended up in Gunnison... Day 52: the day of Kebler Pass and arriving at the hot springs... Day 53: the day of hot springs II, then the road back to Denver... Day 54: the last day... Day 55: back home and the RECAP...
Choix de cadre acier cause douleur aux cervicales (à vélo) English translation pending
Bonjour,
Lors de mes recherches sur le net je suis tombé plusieurs fois sur ce forum donc je me suis dit que ce serait intéressant d'y demander de bons conseils.
Après 3 années à partir en vacances avec nos Peugeot ns pliant et la volonté d'utiliser le moins possible la voiture nous avons décidé d'investir dans des vélos un peux plus sérieux, histoire d'aller encore plus loin avec plus d'efficacité !
Je trouve en occaz un ktm pour ma femme, cadre alu roues de 700 et fourche télescopique avec tous les œillets qui vont bien pour recevoir de l'équipement plus tard. Pour moi je trouve un bmc alpen challenge à 40mn de chez moi à un bon prix et sur place je succombe à cette beauté. Frein à disque hydraulique, cadre alu, roue 700, Shimano 105.... Bref une belle bête !
Sauf que finalement c'est un bout de bois et qu'après chaque sortie je ressent des douleurs aux cervicales. J'ai joué sur tout ce que j'ai pu pour m'y faire, raccourcie la potence avec un angle plus grand, ajouté des cornes, joué sur différents réglages de selle mais rien n'y fait. J'en conclue donc que le soucis ne vient peut être pas de la position plutôt sportive sur ce vélo mais bien le retour des chocs dans directement dans mes cervicales !
Nous envisageons de faire une partie de la Loire à vélo l'année prochaine et je ne me voit pas partir avec le bmc.
Maintenant ce que j'en pense : à 43 ans j'ai été un peu prétentieux de prendre ce type de vélo hyper urbain pour finalement faire un peu de chemin.
Maintenant les solutions et c'est là que j'ai besoin de vos conseils : soit je revend le bmc et je me retrouve un vélo moins typé sportif, soit je trouve un kit cadre et je dépouille le bmc qui est bien équipé.
Cahier des charges : pour une utilisation mixte chemin + ou- roulant/ petite route à 20km/h maxi. En priorité je veux du confort, de bons freins car j'ai ma petite derrière moi, de quoi poser des sacoches avant par la suite, et un budget plutôt serré (disons 300/400e pour un kit cadre que je retrouverai en partie en revendant le bmc) ou 600/700e pour un vélo complet.
Voilà vous savez tout, j'attends vos avis et vos expériences pour m'aider dans mes choix.... Merci !
Retour de voyage au Yucatan et au Quintana Roo English translation pending
Bonjour,
Je reviens de la péninsule du Mexique, Je vais vous racontez le déroulement du voyage ainsi que quelques particularités de l'état du Yucatan vs les autres.
INTRODUCTION : Tout d'abord, sachez qu'il n'y a aucune restriction aussi bien pour l'allé que le retour en France. En effet, ce que les médiats racontent ne sont que pour vous faire peur. En effet, rapport au 1000 habitants, le Mexique a moins de cas d'infection comme de mort qu'en France... La police étant très présente et persuasive, croyez-moi que tout le monde porte le masque.
L'AVION : Dans les terminaux, il est possible de faire le test GRATUITEMENT avant le départ et aussi à l'arrivé en FRANCE. Le masque est obligatoire dans les aérogares ainsi que dans l'avion. Pour le Mexique, les avions sont remplis qu'entre 20 et 25%, aussi bien à l'allé qu'au retour. Ce qui rend le voyage très confortable car on peut utiliser les banquettes pour s'allonger. ATTENTION : il n’y a pas forcément de vols tous les jours en fonctions des compagnies.
YUCATAN : La police est omniprésente et des barrages filtrant à l'entrée et sortie des villes existent presque partout.
Sur les villes côtières de RIOS LAGARTOS et EL CUYO l'entrée dans la ville est INTERDITE. Il y en a peut-être d’autres mais je en l’ai pas vécu. La police n'autorise que les habitants à y rentrer et sortir... TOTALEMENT interdit, mais c'est comme ça... En fait se sont les habitant qui ont mis la pression sur la police pour que ce soit ainsi...
Sur les villes non côtières, vous aurez droit à une simple fouille mais si vous n'avez pas de programmes précis, ça va être un peu plus compliquer...
Dans mon cas, avec ma copine nous étions partis pour Holbox en partant de Mérida et la seule route est celle qui passe par TIZMIN. Comme nous sommes partis un peu tard et que nous avons vadrouillés un peu, il était tard, alors une fois arrivé à TIZIMIN, on se fait contrôler : D'où venez-vous, ou allez-vous, pourquoi, comment.... Ma copine qui est Mexicaine et avocate répond aux questions car je ne parle pas Espagnole. La police nous demande alors de nous mettre sur le côté... LE je sens que ça va durer un moment. Je comprends alors un peu la discussion et réserve un hôtel sur TIZMIN car nous n'aurions pas pu arriver pour le dernier bateau pour Holbox. La police demande alors si nous avons une réservation d'hôtel, qu'il faut qu'il voit avec son supérieur. Une fois la réservation passer, l'officier appel l'hôtel pour savoir si on a bien une réservation. Ok pour lui, mais appel son chef. En fait, ce que j'ai su par la suite de notre attente d'environs 45 mn, c'est que le chef de la police est allé vérifier sur place, à l'hôtel, que nous avions bien une réservation... Ma copine dans le dialogue stipule bien que c'est la seule route pour aller à Holbox, donc ils ne peuvent pas nous interdire de passer et aussi que le décret n'interdit pas la libre entrée dans les villes...
MAGASINS : Les grandes enseignes sont ouvertes mais avec des horaires restreints. Les petits commerçants, comme en France, beaucoup restent fermés. La vente d'alcool est interdite jusqu'au 1er Septembre... mais renouvelable
HOTELS : Les réductions sont complètement folles. Beaucoup font des réductions à 70-80%. Exemple vécu : Un hôtels en plein centre-ville de Mérida avec petit déjeuner coûte que 12€ par nuit... Vous pouvez trouver moins chère bien sûr mais aussi moins bien et pas aux même conditions...
Cela vous donne une idée de ce qui se passe dans le Yucatan
QUINTANA ROO : RAS, aucune restriction contrairement au Yucatan...
CONCLUSION : C’est une destination sans risque et pas chère. Comparer les prix d’avion entre air France et aeromexico.
Pour ma part, avec aeromexico, mon A/R a couté 550€ + le vol interne qui m’a couté environ 150€. Billet acheter 1 mois avant… et pour UN seul bagage en cabine. Les compagnies locales sont :
Interjet Aeromexico Volaris Viva aerobus
Je reviens de la péninsule du Mexique, Je vais vous racontez le déroulement du voyage ainsi que quelques particularités de l'état du Yucatan vs les autres.
INTRODUCTION : Tout d'abord, sachez qu'il n'y a aucune restriction aussi bien pour l'allé que le retour en France. En effet, ce que les médiats racontent ne sont que pour vous faire peur. En effet, rapport au 1000 habitants, le Mexique a moins de cas d'infection comme de mort qu'en France... La police étant très présente et persuasive, croyez-moi que tout le monde porte le masque.
L'AVION : Dans les terminaux, il est possible de faire le test GRATUITEMENT avant le départ et aussi à l'arrivé en FRANCE. Le masque est obligatoire dans les aérogares ainsi que dans l'avion. Pour le Mexique, les avions sont remplis qu'entre 20 et 25%, aussi bien à l'allé qu'au retour. Ce qui rend le voyage très confortable car on peut utiliser les banquettes pour s'allonger. ATTENTION : il n’y a pas forcément de vols tous les jours en fonctions des compagnies.
YUCATAN : La police est omniprésente et des barrages filtrant à l'entrée et sortie des villes existent presque partout.
Sur les villes côtières de RIOS LAGARTOS et EL CUYO l'entrée dans la ville est INTERDITE. Il y en a peut-être d’autres mais je en l’ai pas vécu. La police n'autorise que les habitants à y rentrer et sortir... TOTALEMENT interdit, mais c'est comme ça... En fait se sont les habitant qui ont mis la pression sur la police pour que ce soit ainsi...
Sur les villes non côtières, vous aurez droit à une simple fouille mais si vous n'avez pas de programmes précis, ça va être un peu plus compliquer...
Dans mon cas, avec ma copine nous étions partis pour Holbox en partant de Mérida et la seule route est celle qui passe par TIZMIN. Comme nous sommes partis un peu tard et que nous avons vadrouillés un peu, il était tard, alors une fois arrivé à TIZIMIN, on se fait contrôler : D'où venez-vous, ou allez-vous, pourquoi, comment.... Ma copine qui est Mexicaine et avocate répond aux questions car je ne parle pas Espagnole. La police nous demande alors de nous mettre sur le côté... LE je sens que ça va durer un moment. Je comprends alors un peu la discussion et réserve un hôtel sur TIZMIN car nous n'aurions pas pu arriver pour le dernier bateau pour Holbox. La police demande alors si nous avons une réservation d'hôtel, qu'il faut qu'il voit avec son supérieur. Une fois la réservation passer, l'officier appel l'hôtel pour savoir si on a bien une réservation. Ok pour lui, mais appel son chef. En fait, ce que j'ai su par la suite de notre attente d'environs 45 mn, c'est que le chef de la police est allé vérifier sur place, à l'hôtel, que nous avions bien une réservation... Ma copine dans le dialogue stipule bien que c'est la seule route pour aller à Holbox, donc ils ne peuvent pas nous interdire de passer et aussi que le décret n'interdit pas la libre entrée dans les villes...
MAGASINS : Les grandes enseignes sont ouvertes mais avec des horaires restreints. Les petits commerçants, comme en France, beaucoup restent fermés. La vente d'alcool est interdite jusqu'au 1er Septembre... mais renouvelable
HOTELS : Les réductions sont complètement folles. Beaucoup font des réductions à 70-80%. Exemple vécu : Un hôtels en plein centre-ville de Mérida avec petit déjeuner coûte que 12€ par nuit... Vous pouvez trouver moins chère bien sûr mais aussi moins bien et pas aux même conditions...
Cela vous donne une idée de ce qui se passe dans le Yucatan
QUINTANA ROO : RAS, aucune restriction contrairement au Yucatan...
CONCLUSION : C’est une destination sans risque et pas chère. Comparer les prix d’avion entre air France et aeromexico.
Pour ma part, avec aeromexico, mon A/R a couté 550€ + le vol interne qui m’a couté environ 150€. Billet acheter 1 mois avant… et pour UN seul bagage en cabine. Les compagnies locales sont :
Interjet Aeromexico Volaris Viva aerobus
Discussion parallèle au concours photo d'août: "Noir & Blanc" English translation pending
Je vous donne rendez-vous ici pour vos photos hors concours, pour discuter, échanger, conseiller, apprendre et s'amuser 😛
Le concours se passe par-là: https://voyageforum.com/v.f?post=10330487;a=10330487
Le concours se passe par-là: https://voyageforum.com/v.f?post=10330487;a=10330487
Suisse, pays de lacs et montagnes du 16 au 28 mai 2020 English translation pending
Bonjour,
Comme pour beaucoup de voyageurs, le Coronavirus a perturbé nos plans pour cette année. Notre road trip au Pérou est tombé à l’eau et la fermeture des frontières ne nous permettait pas de quitter la Suisse.
Heureusement, en Suisse, nous n’avons pas subi un confinement strict et nous pouvions nous déplacer librement dans le pays, en respectant certaines règles (distance de 2 mètres entres les personnes, rassemblements de maximum 5 personnes). De plus, une semaine avant notre départ, les magasins, restaurants et musées pouvaient ouvrir. Par contre, les campings, télécabines et télésièges sont restés fermés jusqu’au 6 juin.
Nous avons décidé de ne pas préparer un itinéraire fixe. Le but principal était le canton des Grisons que nous connaissions très peu. Pour y aller et pour revenir, nous avons traversé d’autres cantons où nous avons profité de faire des visites et randonnées. Certains endroits nous étaient bien connus, mais les voir sans les touristes habituels, asiatiques, indiens et américains, change complètement la perception des lieux. Imaginez, le fameux pont de la Chapelle à Lucerne, sans les hordes de touristes asiatiques qui l’envahissent tous les jours.

Nous avons loué un van, afin d’être autonome et libre. Notre choix s’est porté sur le VW California Ocean. Ce van est passe-partout, on peut facilement emprunter toutes les petites routes de montagnes et se parquer partout. Seul inconvénient, il n’a pas de salle de bain. La douche se fait à l’extérieur (eau froide), mais nous avons des toilettes portables. Le California Ocean est équipé avec une petite cuisine (un réchaud à gaz avec deux feux, un frigo de 42 litres, un petit évier). Il y a des placards sous la cuisine, au-dessus de la banquette et à l’arrière, ainsi qu’un grand tiroir sous la banquette. Les sièges avant se tournent, il y a deux tables, une à l’intérieur et une autre, encastrée dans la portière, pour l’extérieur. Les deux chaises pour l’extérieur sont encastrées dans la porte du coffre. Le toit se lève, on peut donc se mettre debout à l’intérieur du van. Le lit sous le toit est confortable, avec son sommier sur lequel sont fixé des ressorts. Un store extérieur nous protège du soleil lorsqu’on est à l’arrêt. Le chauffage stationnaire est bien agréable pour chauffer l’habitacle lorsqu’il fait froid. Il y a aussi plusieurs prises, dont une qui fonctionne avec la deuxième batterie et permet de charger le téléphone, tablette, etc. la nuit. Bref, ce petit van est vraiment fonctionnel.
Au dernier moment, nous avons décidé de prendre notre chien Tidou avec nous. Il a fallu adapter nos randonnées et visites. Eh oui, notre Tidou n’est plus tout jeune et il a des soucis avec son dos. Nous avons acheté un sac à dos spécifique, pour pouvoir le porter en terrain abrupte et lorsqu’il sera trop fatigué.
Nous avons chargé l’application park4night sur nos iPhones. Cette application est bien utile pour trouver des emplacements pour passer la nuit. Contrairement, à ce que l’on peut souvent lire, nous n’avons rencontré aucune difficulté pour passer la nuit. Le camping sauvage est donc possible en Suisse, si on ne s’installe pas pour plusieurs jours au même endroit. Concernant l’eau potable, on trouve de nombreuses fontaines, le plus souvent avec de l’eau potable.
Comme pour beaucoup de voyageurs, le Coronavirus a perturbé nos plans pour cette année. Notre road trip au Pérou est tombé à l’eau et la fermeture des frontières ne nous permettait pas de quitter la Suisse.
Heureusement, en Suisse, nous n’avons pas subi un confinement strict et nous pouvions nous déplacer librement dans le pays, en respectant certaines règles (distance de 2 mètres entres les personnes, rassemblements de maximum 5 personnes). De plus, une semaine avant notre départ, les magasins, restaurants et musées pouvaient ouvrir. Par contre, les campings, télécabines et télésièges sont restés fermés jusqu’au 6 juin.
Nous avons décidé de ne pas préparer un itinéraire fixe. Le but principal était le canton des Grisons que nous connaissions très peu. Pour y aller et pour revenir, nous avons traversé d’autres cantons où nous avons profité de faire des visites et randonnées. Certains endroits nous étaient bien connus, mais les voir sans les touristes habituels, asiatiques, indiens et américains, change complètement la perception des lieux. Imaginez, le fameux pont de la Chapelle à Lucerne, sans les hordes de touristes asiatiques qui l’envahissent tous les jours.

Nous avons loué un van, afin d’être autonome et libre. Notre choix s’est porté sur le VW California Ocean. Ce van est passe-partout, on peut facilement emprunter toutes les petites routes de montagnes et se parquer partout. Seul inconvénient, il n’a pas de salle de bain. La douche se fait à l’extérieur (eau froide), mais nous avons des toilettes portables. Le California Ocean est équipé avec une petite cuisine (un réchaud à gaz avec deux feux, un frigo de 42 litres, un petit évier). Il y a des placards sous la cuisine, au-dessus de la banquette et à l’arrière, ainsi qu’un grand tiroir sous la banquette. Les sièges avant se tournent, il y a deux tables, une à l’intérieur et une autre, encastrée dans la portière, pour l’extérieur. Les deux chaises pour l’extérieur sont encastrées dans la porte du coffre. Le toit se lève, on peut donc se mettre debout à l’intérieur du van. Le lit sous le toit est confortable, avec son sommier sur lequel sont fixé des ressorts. Un store extérieur nous protège du soleil lorsqu’on est à l’arrêt. Le chauffage stationnaire est bien agréable pour chauffer l’habitacle lorsqu’il fait froid. Il y a aussi plusieurs prises, dont une qui fonctionne avec la deuxième batterie et permet de charger le téléphone, tablette, etc. la nuit. Bref, ce petit van est vraiment fonctionnel.
Au dernier moment, nous avons décidé de prendre notre chien Tidou avec nous. Il a fallu adapter nos randonnées et visites. Eh oui, notre Tidou n’est plus tout jeune et il a des soucis avec son dos. Nous avons acheté un sac à dos spécifique, pour pouvoir le porter en terrain abrupte et lorsqu’il sera trop fatigué.
Nous avons chargé l’application park4night sur nos iPhones. Cette application est bien utile pour trouver des emplacements pour passer la nuit. Contrairement, à ce que l’on peut souvent lire, nous n’avons rencontré aucune difficulté pour passer la nuit. Le camping sauvage est donc possible en Suisse, si on ne s’installe pas pour plusieurs jours au même endroit. Concernant l’eau potable, on trouve de nombreuses fontaines, le plus souvent avec de l’eau potable.
Et si on parlait d'audio en voyage? English translation pending
Bonjour,
Y a-t-il des voyageurs-voyageuses qui enregistrent du son, qui enregistrent des entretiens, etc. bref qui font des trucs audio / radio / podcast au cours de leur voyage ?
On en parle ?
A bientôt,
Y a-t-il des voyageurs-voyageuses qui enregistrent du son, qui enregistrent des entretiens, etc. bref qui font des trucs audio / radio / podcast au cours de leur voyage ?
On en parle ?
A bientôt,
Où aller dans les Landes ou Gironde cet été avec un enfant? English translation pending
Bonjour,
je recherche des conseils sur un point de chute dans les Landes (ou GIronde) cet été.
Idéalement un endroit plutôt dans les terres, qui nous permette de rayonner en voiture pour différentes activités (selon ce qu'il sera possible de faire en août avec la CoVid... 🙁) avec notre enfant qui aura 3 ans et demi : surtout de petites balades en forêt, peut-être une location de vélo avec carriole s'il y a des pistes cyclables ?, visite de jolis villages, bien sûr aller voir la mer mais plutôt des baignades en lac, etc. Et le moins il y aura de monde, le mieux ce sera. 😛
Quel coin conseilleriez-vous ? Merci aux habitués de cette région.
Idéalement un endroit plutôt dans les terres, qui nous permette de rayonner en voiture pour différentes activités (selon ce qu'il sera possible de faire en août avec la CoVid... 🙁) avec notre enfant qui aura 3 ans et demi : surtout de petites balades en forêt, peut-être une location de vélo avec carriole s'il y a des pistes cyclables ?, visite de jolis villages, bien sûr aller voir la mer mais plutôt des baignades en lac, etc. Et le moins il y aura de monde, le mieux ce sera. 😛
Quel coin conseilleriez-vous ? Merci aux habitués de cette région.