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Seule au Maroc English translation pending
salut à toutes et tout d'habord, bonne année! voila, j'aimerai beaucoup partir au maroc seule (en fait, c'est pas encore sur!) et j'aimerai avoir des informations, si certaines d'entre vous est déjà partie seule au maroc! en fait, ca va etre la premiere fois que je pars seule donc j'appréhende un peu!
merci pour les infos ou témoignages que vous pourriez me faire partager! je pars fin janvier ou début février,
doro
merci pour les infos ou témoignages que vous pourriez me faire partager! je pars fin janvier ou début février,
doro
Marrakech pas cher? English translation pending
Bonjour tous le monde ? voile je projette de partir faire un petit sejour initiatique a marrackech sur 4 jours tt compris au départ du sud de la france (Montpellier) ou de paris, je souhaite donc savoir tte les astuces pour partir pas cher, se nourrir et se loger pas cher et aussi connaitre tous ce qu'il y a a faire las bas ? mongolfier, activités, visites ! je pense que je pourrai pas tt faire en 4 jour, c même sur ! mais c le plaisir de découvrir une nouvelle ville avant dy revenir plus tard ! merci pour tous les astuces et infos que lon me donnera ! et bon voyages a toutes et à tous !!
Vivre, c voyager en permance !
Vivre, c voyager en permance !
Hammamet du 16 au 22 janvier English translation pending
Bonsoir,
Pour Noël, nos enfants nous ont offert une semaine à 6 Kms d'Hammamet du 16 au 22 janvier
. Pourriez vous nous dire quels sont les endroits typiques de cette région que nous pourrions visiter sans tomber dans les pièges à touristes. D'autre part que nous conseillez vous: Louer une voiture, sur place ou par internet, ou utiliser les taxis et dans ce cas avez vous une idée des prix?
En général, quel est le climat à cette époque?
Merci de bien vouloir m'indiquer tout ce qu'il vous semblerait utile que nous sachions.
Sylvie
Pour Noël, nos enfants nous ont offert une semaine à 6 Kms d'Hammamet du 16 au 22 janvier
. Pourriez vous nous dire quels sont les endroits typiques de cette région que nous pourrions visiter sans tomber dans les pièges à touristes. D'autre part que nous conseillez vous: Louer une voiture, sur place ou par internet, ou utiliser les taxis et dans ce cas avez vous une idée des prix?En général, quel est le climat à cette époque?
Merci de bien vouloir m'indiquer tout ce qu'il vous semblerait utile que nous sachions.
Sylvie
Club Eldorador la palmeraie à Marrakech English translation pending
BONJOUR A TOUS,
JE VOUS CONSEILLE L'ELDORADOR LA PALMERAIE A MARRAKECH. C'EST UN BONHEUR QUE DE PASSER QUELQUES JOURS DE VACANCES LA BAS.
LE PARC EST SPLENDIDE, LES CHAMBRES IMPECCABLES, LA TABLE DELICIEUSE ET VARIEE, LE PERSONNEL CHARMANT. QUANT AUX ANIMATEURS, DE VRAIS PROS. IL SONT LA DU MATIN AU SOIR ET JE NE VOUS PARLE PAS DES SOIREES A LA DISCOTEQUE... LES ORGANISATEURS METTENT LE FEU.. SURTOUT MIMIDE ET MOUNIR QUI DANSENT COMME DES PROS ET AMUSENT LES VACANCIERS....LEURS SPECTACLES AUSSI SONT TRES SYMPAS.
N'HESITEZ PAS, PARTEZ LA BAS LES YEUX FERMES, VOUS NE SEREZ PAS DECU. LE SEUL INCONVENIENT, LES NAVETTES. LE DERNIERE REVIENT A 19 H DE MARRAKECH ET C'EST UN PEU TOT.
BONNE VACANCES A TOUS. DOUNIA
JE VOUS CONSEILLE L'ELDORADOR LA PALMERAIE A MARRAKECH. C'EST UN BONHEUR QUE DE PASSER QUELQUES JOURS DE VACANCES LA BAS.
LE PARC EST SPLENDIDE, LES CHAMBRES IMPECCABLES, LA TABLE DELICIEUSE ET VARIEE, LE PERSONNEL CHARMANT. QUANT AUX ANIMATEURS, DE VRAIS PROS. IL SONT LA DU MATIN AU SOIR ET JE NE VOUS PARLE PAS DES SOIREES A LA DISCOTEQUE... LES ORGANISATEURS METTENT LE FEU.. SURTOUT MIMIDE ET MOUNIR QUI DANSENT COMME DES PROS ET AMUSENT LES VACANCIERS....LEURS SPECTACLES AUSSI SONT TRES SYMPAS.
N'HESITEZ PAS, PARTEZ LA BAS LES YEUX FERMES, VOUS NE SEREZ PAS DECU. LE SEUL INCONVENIENT, LES NAVETTES. LE DERNIERE REVIENT A 19 H DE MARRAKECH ET C'EST UN PEU TOT.
BONNE VACANCES A TOUS. DOUNIA
Guide au Vénézuela English translation pending
bonjour,
connaissez vous un guide au Venezuela, francophone, pour visiter canaima : salto angel, tepuys etc.... sur le pirogue ?!?!
merci beaucoup
connaissez vous un guide au Venezuela, francophone, pour visiter canaima : salto angel, tepuys etc.... sur le pirogue ?!?!
merci beaucoup
Hôtel Foucauld - Marrakech English translation pending
Bonjour,
Le guide Marocain qui organise notre trek dans le désert en novembre nous propose l'Hôtel Foucauld à Marrakech la nuit avant le départ et la nuit de retour. Nous comptons prolonger le séjour à Marrakech et nous nous demandons si nous devrions réserver quelques nuits supplémentaires à cet hôtel ou chercher autre chose. Quelqu'un connaît-il cet hôtel? Vos commentaires seraient appréciés.
Le guide Marocain qui organise notre trek dans le désert en novembre nous propose l'Hôtel Foucauld à Marrakech la nuit avant le départ et la nuit de retour. Nous comptons prolonger le séjour à Marrakech et nous nous demandons si nous devrions réserver quelques nuits supplémentaires à cet hôtel ou chercher autre chose. Quelqu'un connaît-il cet hôtel? Vos commentaires seraient appréciés.
Hôtel 5* à Djerba en Tunisie English translation pending
BONJOUR
J' ENVISAGE DE PARTIR CET ETE A DJERBA ET JE RECHERCHE UN HOTEL 5* QUI SOIT VERITABLEMENT BIEN ET AGREABLE A TOUS NIVEAUX (nourriture, ambiance, plage, thalasso...). L' OFFRE ETANT PARTICULIEREMENT IMPORTANTE ( Hotel Vinci el Kantara, Hotel Yadis Beach, Hotel Sofitel Palm Djerba, Hotel Movenpick, etc ) JE NE SAIS VERS LEQUEL ME DIRIGER. JE VOUS REMERCIE DE BIEN VOULOIR ME FAIRE PART DE VOTRE EXPERIENCE. MERCI D' AVANCE. VINCENT
J' ENVISAGE DE PARTIR CET ETE A DJERBA ET JE RECHERCHE UN HOTEL 5* QUI SOIT VERITABLEMENT BIEN ET AGREABLE A TOUS NIVEAUX (nourriture, ambiance, plage, thalasso...). L' OFFRE ETANT PARTICULIEREMENT IMPORTANTE ( Hotel Vinci el Kantara, Hotel Yadis Beach, Hotel Sofitel Palm Djerba, Hotel Movenpick, etc ) JE NE SAIS VERS LEQUEL ME DIRIGER. JE VOUS REMERCIE DE BIEN VOULOIR ME FAIRE PART DE VOTRE EXPERIENCE. MERCI D' AVANCE. VINCENT
Humanitaire a cuba.....Realiste? English translation pending
Bonjour a tous,
Je souhaite aller a cuba en fevrier prochain, mais je ne veux pas aller dans un but uniquement touristique. Je sais que les cubains manquent de tout, je compte ramener des objets d utilites courantes (savonnettes, dentifrices......). En logeant chez l habitant je pourrait donner directement aux personnes qui en on besoin. Car je ne veux pas que ce que je ramene finisse dans les poches des douaniers....
J aurai aussi voulu ramener des medicaments pour des hopitaux locaux ou dispensaires. Seulement avec le contexte, il me semble difficile de pouvoir ramener tout cela a titre individuel, sans me faire "devaliser" a la douane.
J aimerai donc passer par un organisme mais je n en connait aucun. Pourriez vous m aider, et avez vous des suggestions, elles seront les biens venues.
C est un proget qui me tiens a coeur, j espere pouvoir le realiser.
Merci beaucoup pour votre aide.
Audrey
Je souhaite aller a cuba en fevrier prochain, mais je ne veux pas aller dans un but uniquement touristique. Je sais que les cubains manquent de tout, je compte ramener des objets d utilites courantes (savonnettes, dentifrices......). En logeant chez l habitant je pourrait donner directement aux personnes qui en on besoin. Car je ne veux pas que ce que je ramene finisse dans les poches des douaniers....
J aurai aussi voulu ramener des medicaments pour des hopitaux locaux ou dispensaires. Seulement avec le contexte, il me semble difficile de pouvoir ramener tout cela a titre individuel, sans me faire "devaliser" a la douane.
J aimerai donc passer par un organisme mais je n en connait aucun. Pourriez vous m aider, et avez vous des suggestions, elles seront les biens venues.
C est un proget qui me tiens a coeur, j espere pouvoir le realiser.
Merci beaucoup pour votre aide.
Audrey
recherche benevole pour l'Afrique English translation pending
Richmond Vale Academy abrite l'Institut de développement des Caraibes.
Elle forme les volontaires internationnaux pendant 6 mois pour ensuite
travailler en Afrique pour 6 ou 12 mois avec l'organisme " Humana
People to People ". C'est un programme offert a tous ceux qui veulent
contribuer au développement et aide internationnal et aucun pré-requis
est necessaire, mise à part la langue anglaise, parlé. Vous aimez les
nouveaux defis, voyagez, vivre une nouvelle expérience? Faites partie
de la nouvelle equipe débutant en mai 2004 pour un programme de 14 ou
20 mois. Vous pouvez faire une différence !
Hôtel Sangho à Marrakech English translation pending
Nous comptons réserver au Sangho pour partir bientôt. Si vous êtes allés récemment dans cet hôtel, merci de me donner votre avis.
Nous l'avons choisi car il est un peu éloigné du centre, les activités intéressantes pour les enfants et que le rapport qualité/prix est intéressant (en période scolaire)
Merci d'avance pour vos témoignages
Nous l'avons choisi car il est un peu éloigné du centre, les activités intéressantes pour les enfants et que le rapport qualité/prix est intéressant (en période scolaire)
Merci d'avance pour vos témoignages
Bon plan pour location de voiture en Tunisie English translation pending
🤪 Bonjour, nous partons 2 semaines en Tunisie fin juin, avec pour objectif de visiter les nombreux et à priori fabuleux sites romains.
Nous allons donc bouger pas mal et changer plusieurs fois d'hotels. Nous arriverons sout à Tunis, soit à Monastir, tout dépend des promos aériennes au départ de Lyon... Je viens de regarder les sites Anyway, Promovac, Reservatweb, etc... et je suis effaré du prix demandé par les grands loueurs pour 2 semaines de location d'une compacte (Astra, Mégane) climatisée avec assurances et Km illimités... 1400 à 1800 Euros....!!!!!! A ce prix là, cela remet en cause le principe même de notre voyage.... La location voiture serait Plus chère que l'avion et l'hotel réunis....
Je suis donc à la recherche d'une bonne adresse raisonnable auprès d'un loueur sérieux et surtout qui soit réellement assuré....
A votre bon coeur !!
Nous allons donc bouger pas mal et changer plusieurs fois d'hotels. Nous arriverons sout à Tunis, soit à Monastir, tout dépend des promos aériennes au départ de Lyon... Je viens de regarder les sites Anyway, Promovac, Reservatweb, etc... et je suis effaré du prix demandé par les grands loueurs pour 2 semaines de location d'une compacte (Astra, Mégane) climatisée avec assurances et Km illimités... 1400 à 1800 Euros....!!!!!! A ce prix là, cela remet en cause le principe même de notre voyage.... La location voiture serait Plus chère que l'avion et l'hotel réunis....
Je suis donc à la recherche d'une bonne adresse raisonnable auprès d'un loueur sérieux et surtout qui soit réellement assuré....
A votre bon coeur !!
Bonnes adresses à Marrakech English translation pending
😉 Bonjour et merci de bien vouloir nous répondre!
Voilà nous allons à Marrakech passer une semaine avec un couple de potes et nous souhaiterions savoir si des gens connaissent de bonnes adresses pour se restaurer, achats, etc etc... .
Merci de nous le faire savoir.
Bons voyages à tous et à toutes!
😉 Fred et Isa 😉
Voilà nous allons à Marrakech passer une semaine avec un couple de potes et nous souhaiterions savoir si des gens connaissent de bonnes adresses pour se restaurer, achats, etc etc... .
Merci de nous le faire savoir.
Bons voyages à tous et à toutes!
😉 Fred et Isa 😉
Circuit en Andalousie (Espagne) English translation pending
Salut à tous!!!
Voilà, je projette de partir cet été avec plusieurs amis en Andalousie, et je voulais avoir des conseils de votre part sur les visites les plus intéressantes. On voudrais faire un circuit pour voir plusieures villes et sites et on voudrais savoir quels sont les moyens de transports idéaux et pas trop couteux pour ça.
Faut il avoir un endroit fixe pour se loger et faire les visites autour, ou faut il plutôt changer plusieurs fois de point de chute?
Tous vos conseils et suggestions sont les bienvenus!!!
à bientôt!
Voilà, je projette de partir cet été avec plusieurs amis en Andalousie, et je voulais avoir des conseils de votre part sur les visites les plus intéressantes. On voudrais faire un circuit pour voir plusieures villes et sites et on voudrais savoir quels sont les moyens de transports idéaux et pas trop couteux pour ça.
Faut il avoir un endroit fixe pour se loger et faire les visites autour, ou faut il plutôt changer plusieurs fois de point de chute?
Tous vos conseils et suggestions sont les bienvenus!!!
à bientôt!
Que visiter au Caire en Egypte? English translation pending
J'ai la possibilité de me rendre pendant 7 à 10 jours au Caire. Pendant cette période, qu'est-il conseillé de voir ? Faut-il rester sur place ou aller dans d'autres villes ? Quels sont les coins sympa pour sortir le soir ?
Merci
Merci
Climat au Maroc au mois d'août? English translation pending
Bon j'aimerais partir avec mon copain au maroc au mois d'aout mais je ne sais pas si c'est l'idéal au niveau température????
merci de me filer des infos
a bientôt!
😮
a bientôt!
😮
Hammamet ou Sousse en Tunisie? English translation pending
Nous sommes 4 personnes qui allons en Tunisie et nous hésitons entre Sousse et Hammamet pour un séjour d'une semaine suite à un circuit Maroc/Tunisie de 2 semaines. Nous recherchons un endroit où nous pourrons combiner belles plages et visites libres, idéalement un endroit typique où nous pourrons être témoins de la vie quotidienne des Tunisiens.
Alors, Hammamet, Sousse ou autre suggestion?
Merci!
Alors, Hammamet, Sousse ou autre suggestion?
Merci!
Conseils sur une semaine au Maroc en avril English translation pending
Je compte partir une semaine au maroc avec mon mari en avril.
Je desirerai faire un trek de 3 jours (avec un guide), suivi d'un séjour au bord de mer.
Quels endroits me conseillez-vous ?
Comment puis-je organiser ce sejour ?
Je desirerai faire un trek de 3 jours (avec un guide), suivi d'un séjour au bord de mer.
Quels endroits me conseillez-vous ?
Comment puis-je organiser ce sejour ?
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.😉
Voyage en Tunisie en mars English translation pending
Bonjour à tous,
Nous allons faire un voyage en Tunisie à partir du 15 mars pour 3 semaines et nous aimerions en connaître un peu plus sur ce pays (météo, endroit à visiter vraiment, resto, etc). Nous serons hébergés au Riadh Palm à Sousse et nous aimerions savoir si c'est un bon hôtel où les gens sont fiables.
Merci beaucoup🙂
Nous allons faire un voyage en Tunisie à partir du 15 mars pour 3 semaines et nous aimerions en connaître un peu plus sur ce pays (météo, endroit à visiter vraiment, resto, etc). Nous serons hébergés au Riadh Palm à Sousse et nous aimerions savoir si c'est un bon hôtel où les gens sont fiables.
Merci beaucoup🙂
Coût de la vie et logement en Tunisie? English translation pending
bonjour, je m'appelle benoit, j'ai 23 ans et je pars seul samedi à Tunis pour une longue période.
Je n'ai pas de logement et un budjet réduit.
Je veux juste savoir si la vie en Tunisie est cher, le prix des hotels (le moins cher possible...) si la population est accueillante, les monuments, les sites à voir et enfin si il est facile de rencontrer du monde.
J'ai déja séjourné une longue période au Maroc et j'ai vraiment adoré ce pays, et j'espere me plaire tout autant en Tunisie. De ce fait, j'aimerai savoir si quelqu'un aurait effectuer un voyage dans ces 2 pays et savoir ce qu'il en pense (facilité de déplacement, prix etc etc)
merci d'avance
Benoit
Je n'ai pas de logement et un budjet réduit.
Je veux juste savoir si la vie en Tunisie est cher, le prix des hotels (le moins cher possible...) si la population est accueillante, les monuments, les sites à voir et enfin si il est facile de rencontrer du monde.
J'ai déja séjourné une longue période au Maroc et j'ai vraiment adoré ce pays, et j'espere me plaire tout autant en Tunisie. De ce fait, j'aimerai savoir si quelqu'un aurait effectuer un voyage dans ces 2 pays et savoir ce qu'il en pense (facilité de déplacement, prix etc etc)
merci d'avance
Benoit
Hôtel Palmariva club coralia (Marrakech) English translation pending
🙁 Bonjour à tous!!!!
Suite à mon premier message je n'ai eu aucune réponse jusqu'à présent....( je désespère 😕)
N'y a-t-il personne qui puisse me donner des infos sur Marrakech et sur cet hôtel en particulier, Palmariva club coralia.J'attends vos réponses avec impatience.
Merci beaucoup et à très vite!!!!
Suite à mon premier message je n'ai eu aucune réponse jusqu'à présent....( je désespère 😕)
N'y a-t-il personne qui puisse me donner des infos sur Marrakech et sur cet hôtel en particulier, Palmariva club coralia.J'attends vos réponses avec impatience.
Merci beaucoup et à très vite!!!!
Back in Tunisia (live account)
Hi there,
On this forum, I shared my first trip to Tunisia from mid-February to early March (https://voyageforum.com/forum/impressions-tunisiennes-en-direct-d11460662/), a stay I enjoyed so much that six weeks later, I’m back in Tunisia for a full 15 days (I return on April 27).
This time, I landed in Monastir on a direct flight from Nice, again with Tunisair. We left about ten minutes late, and the flight lasted around 1 hour 30 minutes. A meal was served on board (cucumber salad with Edam-like cheese, carrots, and two small portions of dishes I couldn’t identify—semolina with peppers, olives, and parsley, two small rolls, a square of processed cheese, and a chocolate cake). It’s worth noting because it’s not common on flights this short.
In February, France and Tunisia were in the same time zone, but now Tunisia is one hour behind. This time difference and the flight duration work perfectly for a short 15-day trip since it takes me a few days to adjust to jet lag.
Luckily, I’d asked my hotel about the taxi fare from the airport because the drivers (there were several around me) didn’t hesitate to quote outrageous prices. The actual fare is 20 dinars, but one asked for 120 dinars. I refused, and another offered 60 dinars. I replied, "That’s too expensive—I’ll take the metro!" (Having tried the Tunis metro, I had no desire to repeat the experience in Monastir with a suitcase!). I started walking toward the metro, and one of the drivers caught up with me, saying, "20 dinars is fine!" I’ll skip the details, but the negotiation took a little while. When I arrived at the hotel, I told the receptionist someone had asked for 120 dinars. He put his hands to his head and said, "They’re awful!" He remembered our phone call two days earlier when I’d booked (he’s the one who told me I could take the metro).
The Mezri Hotel isn’t expensive. I got a sea-view room for 75 dinars (22 €). (I’d booked a balcony room for 90 dinars but wouldn’t have had time to enjoy it.) It’s well-located but noisy because there’s no double glazing. The receptionist is a very kind older gentleman. He called a friend whose wife is from Tozeur to find out if I should take a bus or a *louage* tomorrow and what time.
I arrived at the hotel around 7:00 PM and had time to stroll along the corniche to the ribat. Despite some run-down buildings, the seaside seemed livelier and cheerier than Sousse’s.
Monastir is the hometown of former president Bourguiba. I passed his mausoleum by taxi. There are Tunisian flags along the avenue by the sea because every year on April 6—the anniversary of Habib Bourguiba’s death—the president of the Republic visits the Bourguiba Mausoleum in Monastir to pay respects.
The taxi driver mentioned other Tunisian presidents. He complained about rising prices and insecurity, blaming President Kaïs Saïed (I’d already heard that security was better under Ben Ali).
At the end of my stay, I’ll take time to explore Monastir, but tomorrow morning, I’m off to Tozeur—a long bus ride awaits me.


TO BE CONTINUED....
On this forum, I shared my first trip to Tunisia from mid-February to early March (https://voyageforum.com/forum/impressions-tunisiennes-en-direct-d11460662/), a stay I enjoyed so much that six weeks later, I’m back in Tunisia for a full 15 days (I return on April 27).
This time, I landed in Monastir on a direct flight from Nice, again with Tunisair. We left about ten minutes late, and the flight lasted around 1 hour 30 minutes. A meal was served on board (cucumber salad with Edam-like cheese, carrots, and two small portions of dishes I couldn’t identify—semolina with peppers, olives, and parsley, two small rolls, a square of processed cheese, and a chocolate cake). It’s worth noting because it’s not common on flights this short.
In February, France and Tunisia were in the same time zone, but now Tunisia is one hour behind. This time difference and the flight duration work perfectly for a short 15-day trip since it takes me a few days to adjust to jet lag.
Luckily, I’d asked my hotel about the taxi fare from the airport because the drivers (there were several around me) didn’t hesitate to quote outrageous prices. The actual fare is 20 dinars, but one asked for 120 dinars. I refused, and another offered 60 dinars. I replied, "That’s too expensive—I’ll take the metro!" (Having tried the Tunis metro, I had no desire to repeat the experience in Monastir with a suitcase!). I started walking toward the metro, and one of the drivers caught up with me, saying, "20 dinars is fine!" I’ll skip the details, but the negotiation took a little while. When I arrived at the hotel, I told the receptionist someone had asked for 120 dinars. He put his hands to his head and said, "They’re awful!" He remembered our phone call two days earlier when I’d booked (he’s the one who told me I could take the metro).
The Mezri Hotel isn’t expensive. I got a sea-view room for 75 dinars (22 €). (I’d booked a balcony room for 90 dinars but wouldn’t have had time to enjoy it.) It’s well-located but noisy because there’s no double glazing. The receptionist is a very kind older gentleman. He called a friend whose wife is from Tozeur to find out if I should take a bus or a *louage* tomorrow and what time.
I arrived at the hotel around 7:00 PM and had time to stroll along the corniche to the ribat. Despite some run-down buildings, the seaside seemed livelier and cheerier than Sousse’s.
Monastir is the hometown of former president Bourguiba. I passed his mausoleum by taxi. There are Tunisian flags along the avenue by the sea because every year on April 6—the anniversary of Habib Bourguiba’s death—the president of the Republic visits the Bourguiba Mausoleum in Monastir to pay respects.
The taxi driver mentioned other Tunisian presidents. He complained about rising prices and insecurity, blaming President Kaïs Saïed (I’d already heard that security was better under Ben Ali).
At the end of my stay, I’ll take time to explore Monastir, but tomorrow morning, I’m off to Tozeur—a long bus ride awaits me.


TO BE CONTINUED....
From the Awakening to Travel to Morocco in the 90s
As I’ve mentioned elsewhere, I inherited my love of travel from my parents and some of my grandparents. A strong passion, but one that was unfortunately limited by our family’s modest resources. Back then, living in northern Alsace, a simple trip to the southern part of the region—with the Wine Route as our destination—felt like an extraordinary journey to a land of plenty for the little boy I was in the late 60s and early 70s.
Everything seemed so huge when you were still just a kid.
Back then, I was overwhelmed by countless sensations—I was already highly sensitive, with a keen mind and a nose and taste buds that were developing like a pro’s. Which, as I’d later realize, wasn’t always an advantage.

Those magical days always began with a gentle late-spring or midsummer morning. The interior of the white Peugeot 404, license plate 210 LZ 67, had already soaked up the sun before the engine purred to life, and the cabin gave off a scent I could still recognize today—a fragrance I found so pleasant. Back then, I had no idea it was just the smell of warm plastic from the car’s interior. Yes, the scents of the 404 on sunny days became my madeleine de Proust... What’s more, the whole family was unusually cheerful because those moments of relaxation and leisure were rare. Everyone worked, and no one had an easy job or was well paid. Without the *Trente Glorieuses*, these experiences might never have happened.

Once we crossed the canton’s borders, I felt like I was light-years away from my everyday surroundings, and every kilometer plunged me deeper into *terra incognita*. It was thrilling. Far from my so-called "medium-sized" town, wheat fields, cornfields, and cabbage patches stretched out, punctuated by tall poles connected by long wires and topped with vegetation—like giant clotheslines without laundry, where magical beanstalks might grow to touch the sky. Back then, I was still far from tasting their product, which was simply beer. At the time, there was still a significant local hop production. Fun fact: it wasn’t until 2002 that Anglo-Saxon scientists proved hops and cannabis belong to the same biological family.
After the fields, the landscape took another step up as it rolled past the little boy’s eyes, often glued to the windows. First came modest hills, then a succession of rolling slopes that soon formed an unbroken chain. Their 700 meters in altitude felt like Himalayan peaks to me—impressive, inert giants, a whole new world. Gazing at them, an intense emotion welled up somewhere between my stomach and lungs, nearly taking my breath away. What mysteries, what treasures did these heights hold? And then there were the cherries on top—the crowning touch that made the scene even more magical: proud, majestic castles perched on the summits like impassive sentinels. Monuments from the past, yet firmly rooted in the present on their rocky spurs. The little boy’s eyes sparkled—he’d been given a castle for Christmas, complete with battlements, towers, a drawbridge, and fully armed knights. He’d watched and lived *Ivanhoe* on the only French TV channel that existed back then.
Only once did my paternal grandfather join us on one of these trips. A tall, intelligent man with a face that could shift from stern to mischievous, clearly full of humor and charisma. Sadly, his relationship with alcohol had taken a toll on his life and, by extension, those of his loved ones. He had a strong personality—if his boss crossed the line, he wouldn’t hesitate to punch him, which meant he went through a lot of different jobs. Back then, you could quit one job and easily find another. It was quite something to see him in his final stages, hallucinating pink elephants and even drinking perfume when he had nothing else left. The last time I saw him, he’d slipped away from the doctors and nurses while hospitalized in pretty bad shape—at least, I assume his liver was the issue. We were sitting down for a family lunch when the door burst open, and there he stood in his pajamas, eyes twinkling with mischief, clearly pleased with the dramatic entrance. That theatrical moment didn’t spare us from burying him a few months later at the age of 71. One day, my mother told me the family doctor had quietly remarked that it was a shame—with his robust constitution, he could’ve lived to be a hundred. Yes, the family doctor—this was the man who’d come treat you any day, at almost any hour, just for a phone call. It really existed, it’s not a myth!
That day, his wife—my paternal grandmother—was also along for the ride. Everyone agreed that Jeannette was a good woman. She worked as a waitress at *Le Tigre*, the biggest brasserie in town, right in the center. Most customers preferred to be served by her, including local dignitaries and even the mayor. As a kid, I didn’t find her very fun, open, or warm—she seemed a bit stern. Back then, women in their fifties already had the face and build of grandmothers. Same went for men, don’t get me wrong. I had no idea about the struggles she faced because of her husband. I didn’t know that 30 years earlier, she’d had to flee Alsace while pregnant, under threat from Nazi fighter-bombers. I didn’t know she’d had several miscarriages, and that my father—her only surviving child, born prematurely in March 1940 at the other end of France—weighed less than a kilo at birth and was so tiny he could fit in a shoebox. Hard to imagine he’d grow into a strapping man nearly 1.80 meters tall, tipping the scales at 100 kilos. When you come back from summer camp in early August and ask why she didn’t pick you up with your parents, and they gently tell you she’s "in heaven," you don’t realize she passed away at 54 after suffering greatly from stomach cancer that had spread.
Back to that family outing, that enchanted parenthesis. I even remembered where we’d had lunch when I passed through Dambach-la-Ville decades later. One of those charming, flower-filled towns Alsace produces in abundance—and preserves so well. This one sits high on a hill, and I was a bit stunned on the parking lot because the view stretched far, revealing the Alsace plain below—its fields, villages, hills, and forests. The world seemed so vast and enticing that day, even though I was only glimpsing a tiny fraction of it.

The region was already very touristy, but I wouldn’t notice the downsides until much later. That Sunday noon, I discovered a large restaurant filled with diners. I can still see the enormous piece of meat they served me, decorated with a little wooden skewer topped with a flag. I kept that one for a long time. Those were the golden days of rich, flowing, thick sauces—so flavorful—and the era of the world’s best fries, made on the spot with the best potatoes. To top it off, I was *exceptionally* allowed a small bottle of apple juice, Orangina, or—even better if possible—Sinalco. Yes, Sinalco—like Orangina, but better. A brand that must’ve disappeared in the 70s, but why, and what a shame! Since then, Orangina’s little bubbles have taken the brand to the other side of the planet—it’s now Japanese.
Year after year, I’d eagerly await that ecstatic moment when the most beautiful castle in Alsace, the Haut-Koenigsbourg, appeared in my field of vision. The perfect model, the archetype that blended into the landscape at the height of a child’s dreams. The trip home always felt like a reality check—less jarring than an alarm clock, but more diffuse and melancholic. From then on, there was only one wish: *When do we leave again?*

Those magical days always began with a gentle late-spring or midsummer morning. The interior of the white Peugeot 404, license plate 210 LZ 67, had already soaked up the sun before the engine purred to life, and the cabin gave off a scent I could still recognize today—a fragrance I found so pleasant. Back then, I had no idea it was just the smell of warm plastic from the car’s interior. Yes, the scents of the 404 on sunny days became my madeleine de Proust... What’s more, the whole family was unusually cheerful because those moments of relaxation and leisure were rare. Everyone worked, and no one had an easy job or was well paid. Without the *Trente Glorieuses*, these experiences might never have happened.

Once we crossed the canton’s borders, I felt like I was light-years away from my everyday surroundings, and every kilometer plunged me deeper into *terra incognita*. It was thrilling. Far from my so-called "medium-sized" town, wheat fields, cornfields, and cabbage patches stretched out, punctuated by tall poles connected by long wires and topped with vegetation—like giant clotheslines without laundry, where magical beanstalks might grow to touch the sky. Back then, I was still far from tasting their product, which was simply beer. At the time, there was still a significant local hop production. Fun fact: it wasn’t until 2002 that Anglo-Saxon scientists proved hops and cannabis belong to the same biological family.
After the fields, the landscape took another step up as it rolled past the little boy’s eyes, often glued to the windows. First came modest hills, then a succession of rolling slopes that soon formed an unbroken chain. Their 700 meters in altitude felt like Himalayan peaks to me—impressive, inert giants, a whole new world. Gazing at them, an intense emotion welled up somewhere between my stomach and lungs, nearly taking my breath away. What mysteries, what treasures did these heights hold? And then there were the cherries on top—the crowning touch that made the scene even more magical: proud, majestic castles perched on the summits like impassive sentinels. Monuments from the past, yet firmly rooted in the present on their rocky spurs. The little boy’s eyes sparkled—he’d been given a castle for Christmas, complete with battlements, towers, a drawbridge, and fully armed knights. He’d watched and lived *Ivanhoe* on the only French TV channel that existed back then.
Only once did my paternal grandfather join us on one of these trips. A tall, intelligent man with a face that could shift from stern to mischievous, clearly full of humor and charisma. Sadly, his relationship with alcohol had taken a toll on his life and, by extension, those of his loved ones. He had a strong personality—if his boss crossed the line, he wouldn’t hesitate to punch him, which meant he went through a lot of different jobs. Back then, you could quit one job and easily find another. It was quite something to see him in his final stages, hallucinating pink elephants and even drinking perfume when he had nothing else left. The last time I saw him, he’d slipped away from the doctors and nurses while hospitalized in pretty bad shape—at least, I assume his liver was the issue. We were sitting down for a family lunch when the door burst open, and there he stood in his pajamas, eyes twinkling with mischief, clearly pleased with the dramatic entrance. That theatrical moment didn’t spare us from burying him a few months later at the age of 71. One day, my mother told me the family doctor had quietly remarked that it was a shame—with his robust constitution, he could’ve lived to be a hundred. Yes, the family doctor—this was the man who’d come treat you any day, at almost any hour, just for a phone call. It really existed, it’s not a myth!
That day, his wife—my paternal grandmother—was also along for the ride. Everyone agreed that Jeannette was a good woman. She worked as a waitress at *Le Tigre*, the biggest brasserie in town, right in the center. Most customers preferred to be served by her, including local dignitaries and even the mayor. As a kid, I didn’t find her very fun, open, or warm—she seemed a bit stern. Back then, women in their fifties already had the face and build of grandmothers. Same went for men, don’t get me wrong. I had no idea about the struggles she faced because of her husband. I didn’t know that 30 years earlier, she’d had to flee Alsace while pregnant, under threat from Nazi fighter-bombers. I didn’t know she’d had several miscarriages, and that my father—her only surviving child, born prematurely in March 1940 at the other end of France—weighed less than a kilo at birth and was so tiny he could fit in a shoebox. Hard to imagine he’d grow into a strapping man nearly 1.80 meters tall, tipping the scales at 100 kilos. When you come back from summer camp in early August and ask why she didn’t pick you up with your parents, and they gently tell you she’s "in heaven," you don’t realize she passed away at 54 after suffering greatly from stomach cancer that had spread.
Back to that family outing, that enchanted parenthesis. I even remembered where we’d had lunch when I passed through Dambach-la-Ville decades later. One of those charming, flower-filled towns Alsace produces in abundance—and preserves so well. This one sits high on a hill, and I was a bit stunned on the parking lot because the view stretched far, revealing the Alsace plain below—its fields, villages, hills, and forests. The world seemed so vast and enticing that day, even though I was only glimpsing a tiny fraction of it.

The region was already very touristy, but I wouldn’t notice the downsides until much later. That Sunday noon, I discovered a large restaurant filled with diners. I can still see the enormous piece of meat they served me, decorated with a little wooden skewer topped with a flag. I kept that one for a long time. Those were the golden days of rich, flowing, thick sauces—so flavorful—and the era of the world’s best fries, made on the spot with the best potatoes. To top it off, I was *exceptionally* allowed a small bottle of apple juice, Orangina, or—even better if possible—Sinalco. Yes, Sinalco—like Orangina, but better. A brand that must’ve disappeared in the 70s, but why, and what a shame! Since then, Orangina’s little bubbles have taken the brand to the other side of the planet—it’s now Japanese.
Year after year, I’d eagerly await that ecstatic moment when the most beautiful castle in Alsace, the Haut-Koenigsbourg, appeared in my field of vision. The perfect model, the archetype that blended into the landscape at the height of a child’s dreams. The trip home always felt like a reality check—less jarring than an alarm clock, but more diffuse and melancholic. From then on, there was only one wish: *When do we leave again?*
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

...
Discussion for October's Theme (Doors)
Hello again!
If you'd like to post non-contest photos or chat about this month's theme, this is the place! 🙂
If you'd like to post non-contest photos or chat about this month's theme, this is the place! 🙂
Dubai on a budget
Four days of beach relaxation in this truly curious place let me unwind 15 years ago after trekking through Asia or Africa: swimming in clear, clean water and easing jet lag was my goal; seeing that mirage in the middle of the desert also piqued my curiosity... And then Dubai developed, and now I go there once a year for 15 days without ever getting bored!! My backpacker budget doesn’t stop me from enjoying what I love about travel: discovering cultures, architecture, and beaches with turquoise waters.
I’m sharing my favorite spots here for those who love simplicity and the thrill of being amazed! Dubai stretches over 50 km long. I stay in the historic Bur Dubai neighborhood, which is very "Indian" and separated from Deira (the more "Arab/African" district) by a creek.
You cross from one side to the other on abras, small traditional wooden boats that run all day. My hotel is 4 minutes from the Al Ghubaiba bus station, 5 minutes from the Al Ghubaiba metro, and 6 minutes from the Al Ghubaiba boat station!!! It’s easy to get around from here, and at night, it’s lively—safe to go out, with few tourists but mostly the local middle class who built (and are still building) Dubai. It’s simple and very international.
- **Transport:** ...**Getting there:** I fly with Emirates from Paris. Taking the 9:30 PM flight, I sleep on the plane, land at 6:35 AM, exchange 200 euros once I’ve picked up my luggage, change in the restroom, grab a taxi to the hotel, drop off my suitcase, and head straight to the beach! ...**On the ground:** I buy a silver NOL card, which works for buses, metro, and boats. I top it up as needed—it’s valid for 2 years. ...**Taxis:** They have reliable meters. Pink ones are driven by women. Airport-to-hotel fare: 12 €. You’ll find them everywhere, and they don’t complain about short trips. Between 3 PM and 4 PM, it’s trickier because of shift changes.
- **Best times to visit:** For me, it’s April-May and October-November: not too hot for walking but warm enough to swim! Watch out for air conditioning—your worst enemy. It’s everywhere, even at bus stops. Bring a big scarf or sarong to cover your throat and head—going from 32°C to 16°C when you enter a mall, bus, or taxi is pretty harsh!
- **Hotel:** I stay at the Grand Astoria (Fahidi Street) because the value for price and location is great. It’s very clean, and I skip breakfast because near the bus station, there’s a big Carrefour hypermarket where I buy breakfast supplies, water, camel milk, and picnic snacks. There are two nightclubs downstairs—bring earplugs if you want to sleep before 2 AM. Wi-Fi is spotty; you have to change the password every two days. The staff is lovely. Rooms have a TV (4 Indian channels + BBC), a kettle with tea/coffee sachets, and a mini-fridge you fill yourself.
- **Bur Dubai: "My neighborhood"** In the morning, you can see kids in uniforms waiting for the school bus with their parents—second-generation migrants who’ve settled here. They speak English, Arabic, and their mother tongue, have great education, and are in high demand (I see job ads in the local newspapers in the hotel lobby). From the U.S. to the Middle East, Singapore to South Africa, they have bright futures. In the evenings, families stroll along the creek, and it’s common for bench neighbors to ask where you’re from. The whole world crosses paths here. Even with basic English, it’s friendly and warm—the "take care" as people go their separate ways is a nice touch.
Bur Dubai has plenty to explore if you don’t feel like going far: along the creek, there’s a cluster of reconstructed houses forming the Al Shindagha Museum. One ticket lets you visit all the houses, each with a theme tied to the history of the seven emirates (Dubai is one). It takes a full day, but if you stop for lunch, there are tons of restaurants for all budgets, some right by the water.
Walking in the opposite direction, you reach Al Seef, a reconstruction of old Dubai as a small pearl-fishing port. The architecture is lovely, with souvenir shops. My favorite is the Iranian grocery store, where you’ll find camel milk chocolate, black lemon, and sweets with rose, pistachio, and candied apricot. It’s peaceful to walk around here, even as a solo woman. There are free restrooms everywhere, wooden or stone benches, and a nice breeze in the evening. Plenty of waterfront restaurants or places to grab a drink, plus a few towers across the way—nothing spectacular, but they’re prettily lit. There’s a souk with souvenir shops for those who like that!
- **Restaurants:** Bur Dubai has restaurants representing regions of India and the Indian subcontinent. My favorites: Across from the hotel, Paklyari—a Pakistani spot with excellent mutton biryani for 5 €. At Al Seef, Nablus has a great setting by the water. Across in Deira, the Italian restaurant on the 18th floor of the Rotana—go half an hour before sunset for an amazing view of the creek and skyline. The truffle pizza is 24 €. You can take a taxi from Bur, and after dinner, get dropped off at Al Seef to walk back along the creek. For a great thali, Kathhiyawadi is a 10-minute walk from Burjuman metro. My latest discovery: Bordomavi (near the Rashid Al Hadees Masjid 1 bus stop). One of the servers is Algerian and speaks French. You can swim at the small beach with showers/toilets, then have lunch at the restaurant (57 € for two, with starter, main, dessert, and drinks). The setting is peaceful, in a little fishing port with a cool photo op—traditional boats with the modern skyline in the background!
- **Sunset drinks:** The terrace at Concorde Creek View (Bur Dubai) has a creek view, and Canopy by Hilton (Al Seef) overlooks the creek and skyline. You can get a day pass for the pool, including meals and drinks.
- **Lassi:** Near the hotel, SreeRaj Lassi Bar has great ice cream and lassi. *Tip: Everything is takeout-friendly, including leftovers—great for a picnic the next day.
- **Market:** Don’t miss the Waterfront Market—a huge hall where locals buy fish, meat, fruits, and vegetables from all over the world. I love buying fish, shrimp, and cuttlefish, then having it prepared at Yahya’s waterfront restaurant (grilled, in sauce, fried, etc.) with salad, hummus, tabbouleh, and rice. It’s on the way between "my" beach and the hotel, so I stop by easily. I stock up on fruit, and at the Lulu supermarket upstairs, I grab yogurt, water, etc. No need to carry everything—a taxi (available at the main exit) will drop me right at the hotel!
- **Beach:** My favorite: Al Mamzar Park (15-minute taxi ride, 9 €). It has four lifeguarded beaches with showers and restrooms. Opens at 8 AM, but note: Mondays and Wednesdays are for women and young children only! Entry is 1.50 €. On Beach #2, you can rent sun loungers and umbrellas. Beach #3 (the prettiest) has stone tables with benches under big umbrellas—free! I arrive at 8 AM, set up, and walk for an hour along the water, spotting starfish, colorful fish, birds, and occasionally small jellyfish. From bikinis to burkinis, everyone swims as they like! Dubai is judgment-free—no side-eye, just smiles and greetings. I love seeing joyful, full-figured women on women-only days, playing darbuka and singing. Indian women do yoga (even headstands!), Chinese women practice tai chi... I read a lot and swim far out to the buoy limits. Lifeguards keep watch. It’s safe on land too. Once, a 4x4 driver gave me a dirty look for "serving whisky" to my mom from a plastic bottle—until I made him smell it. It was mint tea! Embarrassed, he immediately called his brother, a gym teacher in Poitiers, to apologize in French! People in Dubai are smiley, polite, and very respectful of elders. On weekends, the park is packed with groups and families barbecuing—joyful chaos in every language!
By 1:30 PM, depending on my mood, I’ll get dropped off at the Waterfront Market for fish or a thali restaurant. Sometimes I take the bus—it stops near the abras on the Deira side. Just cross by boat, then it’s a 3-minute walk to the hotel. Takes 45 minutes (vs. 15 by taxi).
For a treat, try Kite Beach (Abu Manara Masjid bus stop). The SoleMio section offers comfy sun loungers, fluffy towels, and umbrellas for 80 € for two in the front row. Go early—you’ll feel like you have the place to yourself, with the Burj Al Arab in the background. It gets busy on weekends.
From there, you can take a taxi to Dubai Mall (not far) to check out the dancing fountains at sunset, for example.
You can also buy day passes at some hotels with sun loungers, towels, pool access, and lunch credit. I tried the Ritz-Carlton—decent (170 € for two, including meals). Lunch was fine, and the view of the lit-up towers at sunset, with the giant wheel, was stunning. I took the metro back in the evening.
There are plenty of free beaches too, like La Mer—worth seeing more for the decor than the beach itself.
- **Even though my main "sightseeing" involves walking around with my head up, admiring the towers in DIFC (amazing), visiting the stunning Mohammed bin Rashid Library (near Creek metro), wandering the souks (including Little India in Bur and the Iranian mosque), or the spice souks in Deira (go early when it’s quiet),** A day trip to Abu Dhabi is worth it. Take the Bur Dubai-Abu Dhabi bus (pay with your NOL card). If you leave early, you’ll see the sunrise over the desert. At the station, buy a bus ticket to the Louvre, cross the footbridge over the highway, and wait for the bus. After the museum, take a taxi to the Grand Mosque, then another taxi back to the bus station. A full but doable day—no need to stay overnight!
In the evening, I love taking the metro (mostly above ground) and passing between the towering, lit-up skyscrapers—it feels like a sci-fi movie. Just missing flying taxis (they’re in the works!)
Sharjah, the closest emirate, has a fantastic Orientalist museum. From Bur Dubai’s maritime station, boats go to Sharjah in 30 minutes, near the aquarium and maritime museum.
- **Shopping:** I buy Indian chai tea spices, incense, camel milk chocolate, Iranian sweets, and fabric from Indian shops selling saris and fabric by the meter. I have a tailor make shirts, tunics, etc. Some shops sell buttons and trimmings to jazz things up.
- **Malls:** To attract customers, mall owners come up with wild ideas: a ski slope at Dubai Mall (worth seeing once), pretty wooden souks at Madinat, and a giant aquarium at Dubai Mall. At sunset, you can watch the dancing fountains to popular global tunes at the foot of the world’s tallest tower. At its base, there’s an excellent Iraqi restaurant, Samad Al Iraki, where the tea server is Tunisian and speaks French! The Ibn Battuta Mall is unique—you can go there straight from Abu Dhabi by bus, for example. Malls have plenty of dining options and are a place to (finally) see locals... though they’re not that interesting. Malls are served by the metro, while buses run along the coast. In Burjuman Mall, there’s a cybercafé on the ground floor where you can print.
A few helpful sites: Visit Dubai - Official Tourism Site RTA (Roads and Transport Authority) - RTA Services
"But what do *you* do in Dubai?" my friends ask, surprised... Yes, I love traveling to countries where I ride on bumpy roads in buses that break down, sleep in places with mosquitoes and cockroaches, and swelter in heat and humidity. But even far from that kind of travel, Dubai has an exotic charm. There’s something for every taste and budget—once you get past the flight ticket (around 680 €, probably cheaper with a layover). Dubai is about relaxing, swimming, being amazed, chatting, and tasting... A safe, clean vacation with no rudeness, and as a woman, it’s a relief to let your guard down. You come back refreshed and at peace!
Hope my experience helps... Next trip: March 2026, with plans to visit the Guggenheim in Abu Dhabi and whatever other curiosities pop up like magic...
Feel free to add to my experience with your own! Happy travels, Laurence
I’m sharing my favorite spots here for those who love simplicity and the thrill of being amazed! Dubai stretches over 50 km long. I stay in the historic Bur Dubai neighborhood, which is very "Indian" and separated from Deira (the more "Arab/African" district) by a creek.
You cross from one side to the other on abras, small traditional wooden boats that run all day. My hotel is 4 minutes from the Al Ghubaiba bus station, 5 minutes from the Al Ghubaiba metro, and 6 minutes from the Al Ghubaiba boat station!!! It’s easy to get around from here, and at night, it’s lively—safe to go out, with few tourists but mostly the local middle class who built (and are still building) Dubai. It’s simple and very international.
- **Transport:** ...**Getting there:** I fly with Emirates from Paris. Taking the 9:30 PM flight, I sleep on the plane, land at 6:35 AM, exchange 200 euros once I’ve picked up my luggage, change in the restroom, grab a taxi to the hotel, drop off my suitcase, and head straight to the beach! ...**On the ground:** I buy a silver NOL card, which works for buses, metro, and boats. I top it up as needed—it’s valid for 2 years. ...**Taxis:** They have reliable meters. Pink ones are driven by women. Airport-to-hotel fare: 12 €. You’ll find them everywhere, and they don’t complain about short trips. Between 3 PM and 4 PM, it’s trickier because of shift changes.
- **Best times to visit:** For me, it’s April-May and October-November: not too hot for walking but warm enough to swim! Watch out for air conditioning—your worst enemy. It’s everywhere, even at bus stops. Bring a big scarf or sarong to cover your throat and head—going from 32°C to 16°C when you enter a mall, bus, or taxi is pretty harsh!
- **Hotel:** I stay at the Grand Astoria (Fahidi Street) because the value for price and location is great. It’s very clean, and I skip breakfast because near the bus station, there’s a big Carrefour hypermarket where I buy breakfast supplies, water, camel milk, and picnic snacks. There are two nightclubs downstairs—bring earplugs if you want to sleep before 2 AM. Wi-Fi is spotty; you have to change the password every two days. The staff is lovely. Rooms have a TV (4 Indian channels + BBC), a kettle with tea/coffee sachets, and a mini-fridge you fill yourself.
- **Bur Dubai: "My neighborhood"** In the morning, you can see kids in uniforms waiting for the school bus with their parents—second-generation migrants who’ve settled here. They speak English, Arabic, and their mother tongue, have great education, and are in high demand (I see job ads in the local newspapers in the hotel lobby). From the U.S. to the Middle East, Singapore to South Africa, they have bright futures. In the evenings, families stroll along the creek, and it’s common for bench neighbors to ask where you’re from. The whole world crosses paths here. Even with basic English, it’s friendly and warm—the "take care" as people go their separate ways is a nice touch.
Bur Dubai has plenty to explore if you don’t feel like going far: along the creek, there’s a cluster of reconstructed houses forming the Al Shindagha Museum. One ticket lets you visit all the houses, each with a theme tied to the history of the seven emirates (Dubai is one). It takes a full day, but if you stop for lunch, there are tons of restaurants for all budgets, some right by the water.
Walking in the opposite direction, you reach Al Seef, a reconstruction of old Dubai as a small pearl-fishing port. The architecture is lovely, with souvenir shops. My favorite is the Iranian grocery store, where you’ll find camel milk chocolate, black lemon, and sweets with rose, pistachio, and candied apricot. It’s peaceful to walk around here, even as a solo woman. There are free restrooms everywhere, wooden or stone benches, and a nice breeze in the evening. Plenty of waterfront restaurants or places to grab a drink, plus a few towers across the way—nothing spectacular, but they’re prettily lit. There’s a souk with souvenir shops for those who like that!
- **Restaurants:** Bur Dubai has restaurants representing regions of India and the Indian subcontinent. My favorites: Across from the hotel, Paklyari—a Pakistani spot with excellent mutton biryani for 5 €. At Al Seef, Nablus has a great setting by the water. Across in Deira, the Italian restaurant on the 18th floor of the Rotana—go half an hour before sunset for an amazing view of the creek and skyline. The truffle pizza is 24 €. You can take a taxi from Bur, and after dinner, get dropped off at Al Seef to walk back along the creek. For a great thali, Kathhiyawadi is a 10-minute walk from Burjuman metro. My latest discovery: Bordomavi (near the Rashid Al Hadees Masjid 1 bus stop). One of the servers is Algerian and speaks French. You can swim at the small beach with showers/toilets, then have lunch at the restaurant (57 € for two, with starter, main, dessert, and drinks). The setting is peaceful, in a little fishing port with a cool photo op—traditional boats with the modern skyline in the background!
- **Sunset drinks:** The terrace at Concorde Creek View (Bur Dubai) has a creek view, and Canopy by Hilton (Al Seef) overlooks the creek and skyline. You can get a day pass for the pool, including meals and drinks.
- **Lassi:** Near the hotel, SreeRaj Lassi Bar has great ice cream and lassi. *Tip: Everything is takeout-friendly, including leftovers—great for a picnic the next day.
- **Market:** Don’t miss the Waterfront Market—a huge hall where locals buy fish, meat, fruits, and vegetables from all over the world. I love buying fish, shrimp, and cuttlefish, then having it prepared at Yahya’s waterfront restaurant (grilled, in sauce, fried, etc.) with salad, hummus, tabbouleh, and rice. It’s on the way between "my" beach and the hotel, so I stop by easily. I stock up on fruit, and at the Lulu supermarket upstairs, I grab yogurt, water, etc. No need to carry everything—a taxi (available at the main exit) will drop me right at the hotel!
- **Beach:** My favorite: Al Mamzar Park (15-minute taxi ride, 9 €). It has four lifeguarded beaches with showers and restrooms. Opens at 8 AM, but note: Mondays and Wednesdays are for women and young children only! Entry is 1.50 €. On Beach #2, you can rent sun loungers and umbrellas. Beach #3 (the prettiest) has stone tables with benches under big umbrellas—free! I arrive at 8 AM, set up, and walk for an hour along the water, spotting starfish, colorful fish, birds, and occasionally small jellyfish. From bikinis to burkinis, everyone swims as they like! Dubai is judgment-free—no side-eye, just smiles and greetings. I love seeing joyful, full-figured women on women-only days, playing darbuka and singing. Indian women do yoga (even headstands!), Chinese women practice tai chi... I read a lot and swim far out to the buoy limits. Lifeguards keep watch. It’s safe on land too. Once, a 4x4 driver gave me a dirty look for "serving whisky" to my mom from a plastic bottle—until I made him smell it. It was mint tea! Embarrassed, he immediately called his brother, a gym teacher in Poitiers, to apologize in French! People in Dubai are smiley, polite, and very respectful of elders. On weekends, the park is packed with groups and families barbecuing—joyful chaos in every language!
By 1:30 PM, depending on my mood, I’ll get dropped off at the Waterfront Market for fish or a thali restaurant. Sometimes I take the bus—it stops near the abras on the Deira side. Just cross by boat, then it’s a 3-minute walk to the hotel. Takes 45 minutes (vs. 15 by taxi).
For a treat, try Kite Beach (Abu Manara Masjid bus stop). The SoleMio section offers comfy sun loungers, fluffy towels, and umbrellas for 80 € for two in the front row. Go early—you’ll feel like you have the place to yourself, with the Burj Al Arab in the background. It gets busy on weekends.
From there, you can take a taxi to Dubai Mall (not far) to check out the dancing fountains at sunset, for example.
You can also buy day passes at some hotels with sun loungers, towels, pool access, and lunch credit. I tried the Ritz-Carlton—decent (170 € for two, including meals). Lunch was fine, and the view of the lit-up towers at sunset, with the giant wheel, was stunning. I took the metro back in the evening.
There are plenty of free beaches too, like La Mer—worth seeing more for the decor than the beach itself.
- **Even though my main "sightseeing" involves walking around with my head up, admiring the towers in DIFC (amazing), visiting the stunning Mohammed bin Rashid Library (near Creek metro), wandering the souks (including Little India in Bur and the Iranian mosque), or the spice souks in Deira (go early when it’s quiet),** A day trip to Abu Dhabi is worth it. Take the Bur Dubai-Abu Dhabi bus (pay with your NOL card). If you leave early, you’ll see the sunrise over the desert. At the station, buy a bus ticket to the Louvre, cross the footbridge over the highway, and wait for the bus. After the museum, take a taxi to the Grand Mosque, then another taxi back to the bus station. A full but doable day—no need to stay overnight!
In the evening, I love taking the metro (mostly above ground) and passing between the towering, lit-up skyscrapers—it feels like a sci-fi movie. Just missing flying taxis (they’re in the works!)
Sharjah, the closest emirate, has a fantastic Orientalist museum. From Bur Dubai’s maritime station, boats go to Sharjah in 30 minutes, near the aquarium and maritime museum.
- **Shopping:** I buy Indian chai tea spices, incense, camel milk chocolate, Iranian sweets, and fabric from Indian shops selling saris and fabric by the meter. I have a tailor make shirts, tunics, etc. Some shops sell buttons and trimmings to jazz things up.
- **Malls:** To attract customers, mall owners come up with wild ideas: a ski slope at Dubai Mall (worth seeing once), pretty wooden souks at Madinat, and a giant aquarium at Dubai Mall. At sunset, you can watch the dancing fountains to popular global tunes at the foot of the world’s tallest tower. At its base, there’s an excellent Iraqi restaurant, Samad Al Iraki, where the tea server is Tunisian and speaks French! The Ibn Battuta Mall is unique—you can go there straight from Abu Dhabi by bus, for example. Malls have plenty of dining options and are a place to (finally) see locals... though they’re not that interesting. Malls are served by the metro, while buses run along the coast. In Burjuman Mall, there’s a cybercafé on the ground floor where you can print.
A few helpful sites: Visit Dubai - Official Tourism Site RTA (Roads and Transport Authority) - RTA Services
"But what do *you* do in Dubai?" my friends ask, surprised... Yes, I love traveling to countries where I ride on bumpy roads in buses that break down, sleep in places with mosquitoes and cockroaches, and swelter in heat and humidity. But even far from that kind of travel, Dubai has an exotic charm. There’s something for every taste and budget—once you get past the flight ticket (around 680 €, probably cheaper with a layover). Dubai is about relaxing, swimming, being amazed, chatting, and tasting... A safe, clean vacation with no rudeness, and as a woman, it’s a relief to let your guard down. You come back refreshed and at peace!
Hope my experience helps... Next trip: March 2026, with plans to visit the Guggenheim in Abu Dhabi and whatever other curiosities pop up like magic...
Feel free to add to my experience with your own! Happy travels, Laurence
A lovely wander at the mercy of the wind in this amazing Rajasthan
Hey there, forum friends 😉
Some of you have mentioned missing the activity on this Indian "page," so let’s try to liven things up a bit—with joy and good vibes (mandatory with me 😜). Plus, it’ll make Jojoone happy 😊.
As big lovers of India—we’ve been six times—my co-traveler husband and I decided to explore Rajasthan this time around. The reason we waited so long to come here? We were dreading the tourist crowds in this state. But thanks to the timing (late March to early April 2024, which is starting to get pretty hot) and Aleph’s great tips, we were *very* far from mass tourism.
We spent three weeks getting around on our own for transport: mostly taxis and trains.
And I’ll admit, we had a rather "Arabian Nights" experience, far from the "real" India (Marien, if you’re reading this 😉). So this travel journal makes no claims other than to share what we saw, experienced, and felt—with all our ignorance about this country (which I’m fully aware of).
But fair warning: I go overboard with emojis, and this journal is super casual because it’s the one I share, almost in "live" mode, with our loved ones.
So, if you’re here, consider yourself almost part of the family 😄.
See you soon and....
Some of you have mentioned missing the activity on this Indian "page," so let’s try to liven things up a bit—with joy and good vibes (mandatory with me 😜). Plus, it’ll make Jojoone happy 😊.
As big lovers of India—we’ve been six times—my co-traveler husband and I decided to explore Rajasthan this time around. The reason we waited so long to come here? We were dreading the tourist crowds in this state. But thanks to the timing (late March to early April 2024, which is starting to get pretty hot) and Aleph’s great tips, we were *very* far from mass tourism.
We spent three weeks getting around on our own for transport: mostly taxis and trains.
And I’ll admit, we had a rather "Arabian Nights" experience, far from the "real" India (Marien, if you’re reading this 😉). So this travel journal makes no claims other than to share what we saw, experienced, and felt—with all our ignorance about this country (which I’m fully aware of).
But fair warning: I go overboard with emojis, and this journal is super casual because it’s the one I share, almost in "live" mode, with our loved ones.
So, if you’re here, consider yourself almost part of the family 😄.
See you soon and....

Sidi Ifni Hotel Suerte Loca: Avoid (Morocco)
Hotel La suerte loca in Sidi Ifni.
Move along quickly!
LIAR AND DISHONEST.
Not to mention the state of the rooms. That’ll come later.
I booked three nights on-site without a bathroom in room (No. 16). I had called the day before to check availability. The next day, they told me I couldn’t stay in that room on the third night but offered to move me to another room—even more run-down than this one—and without a bathroom. They claimed there had been a mistake and the room was already booked, which is completely false. I’ve been traveling for 20 years and can spot hoteliers’ tricks. The woman running the place checked all her online sites and her schedule before confirming the room was available. She was sure. Especially since they display the booking schedule in front of each room to avoid mistakes. So, a pure lie. For what reason?
For me, two options: either take the run-down room for cheaper without a bathroom or leave. Great customer service. I found another hotel, Safa, a bit further away, at the same price with breakfast—100 times more luxurious and comfortable than this place. Or just down on the beach, Hotel Aït Baamrane, same price or even negotiable, and still much more comfortable.
When I left in the morning, they barely said goodbye, not a word of apology, no gesture to make up for kicking me out. NOTHING, NADA!
The woman running the place, with her fake friendliness and hypocrisy, only cares about one thing: money.
Otherwise, the place could be great if it were properly maintained. Instead of repainting the balconies, they should replace the mattresses, which are completely wrecked. The only good thing about this hotel is its location above the sea.
Otherwise, Room No. 16 was recently repainted. Every time someone uses the water, there’s a huge noise from the pipes and vibrations. The walls are paper-thin (figuratively speaking)—when neighbors talked or coughed, it was like they were in the room with me.
I had to wait to check in because of cleaning, but once inside, the bedside tables and the table were filthy (see photo). In the bathroom, there’s a stale smell of old urine and sewage due to the worn-out toilet pipes (see photo), with minimal lighting. The showerhead is disgustingly dirty. The gray duvet is dirty and very old, as are the blankets, which are dusty and grimy. The Wi-Fi worked in the room the first day but not the next.
And finally, the worst part: the mattress is completely wrecked and sagging. The springs dig into your body. Horrible! Instead of repainting, they’d do better to change the mattresses.
As for meals, the prices are outrageous. This hotel relies on its old popularity, but it’s not worth 190 dirhams for this room. I’d say it’s barely worth over 100 dirhams. Since I’ve been in Morocco, I’ve stayed in palaces for 130 dirhams with breakfast.
So, my advice: don’t trust the reviews and avoid this place. You’ll find much better at the same price, as mentioned above.


I booked three nights on-site without a bathroom in room (No. 16). I had called the day before to check availability. The next day, they told me I couldn’t stay in that room on the third night but offered to move me to another room—even more run-down than this one—and without a bathroom. They claimed there had been a mistake and the room was already booked, which is completely false. I’ve been traveling for 20 years and can spot hoteliers’ tricks. The woman running the place checked all her online sites and her schedule before confirming the room was available. She was sure. Especially since they display the booking schedule in front of each room to avoid mistakes. So, a pure lie. For what reason?
For me, two options: either take the run-down room for cheaper without a bathroom or leave. Great customer service. I found another hotel, Safa, a bit further away, at the same price with breakfast—100 times more luxurious and comfortable than this place. Or just down on the beach, Hotel Aït Baamrane, same price or even negotiable, and still much more comfortable.
When I left in the morning, they barely said goodbye, not a word of apology, no gesture to make up for kicking me out. NOTHING, NADA!
The woman running the place, with her fake friendliness and hypocrisy, only cares about one thing: money.
Otherwise, the place could be great if it were properly maintained. Instead of repainting the balconies, they should replace the mattresses, which are completely wrecked. The only good thing about this hotel is its location above the sea.
Otherwise, Room No. 16 was recently repainted. Every time someone uses the water, there’s a huge noise from the pipes and vibrations. The walls are paper-thin (figuratively speaking)—when neighbors talked or coughed, it was like they were in the room with me.
I had to wait to check in because of cleaning, but once inside, the bedside tables and the table were filthy (see photo). In the bathroom, there’s a stale smell of old urine and sewage due to the worn-out toilet pipes (see photo), with minimal lighting. The showerhead is disgustingly dirty. The gray duvet is dirty and very old, as are the blankets, which are dusty and grimy. The Wi-Fi worked in the room the first day but not the next.
And finally, the worst part: the mattress is completely wrecked and sagging. The springs dig into your body. Horrible! Instead of repainting, they’d do better to change the mattresses.
As for meals, the prices are outrageous. This hotel relies on its old popularity, but it’s not worth 190 dirhams for this room. I’d say it’s barely worth over 100 dirhams. Since I’ve been in Morocco, I’ve stayed in palaces for 130 dirhams with breakfast.
So, my advice: don’t trust the reviews and avoid this place. You’ll find much better at the same price, as mentioned above.


Voyage en voiture France-Bénin, visas et traversée au Maroc English translation pending
Salut à touss , voilà je ves voyager de la France jusqu’aux Benin , je souhaiterais, avis , lconseil , et les informations nécessaires à réaliser mon projet , je compte passer du Maroc , Mauritanie Mali côté ivoire Ghana Togo benin !
J’ai plusieurs question : déjà y’a t’il plus rapide pour atteindre le benin ? Et la piste piste commence reelment à partire d’où ?
J’ai deux chien avec moi en ordre de vaccin et tout se qui va avec , je veut les prendre dite moi ce que vous en pencer ces réalisables ? Quel sont les problèmes et où je pourrai les rencontrer ?
J’aimerais connaître je budget , du bateau avec une voiture pour traverser le détroit ? Pour le Maroc
Pour être en règle avec l’es document , que me faut t’il pour mes papier pour moi , et mon véhicule pour entrer du Maroc , Mauritanie , Mali, côté d’ivoire , Ghana , Togo benin ? Je peut prendre des visa à l’avance pour certain pays dans un autre ? Le prix approximativement de visa pour entre dans ces pays ? Je compte pas trop visité ni faire du tourisme , juste rouler et me rendre chez moi au benin .
D’autre question viendront , je vous remercie pour tout ce qui on lu et qui on pris du temps à me répondre !
Pourquoi pas réaliser un convoi avec certain .
Merci à touss
J’ai plusieurs question : déjà y’a t’il plus rapide pour atteindre le benin ? Et la piste piste commence reelment à partire d’où ?
J’ai deux chien avec moi en ordre de vaccin et tout se qui va avec , je veut les prendre dite moi ce que vous en pencer ces réalisables ? Quel sont les problèmes et où je pourrai les rencontrer ?
J’aimerais connaître je budget , du bateau avec une voiture pour traverser le détroit ? Pour le Maroc
Pour être en règle avec l’es document , que me faut t’il pour mes papier pour moi , et mon véhicule pour entrer du Maroc , Mauritanie , Mali, côté d’ivoire , Ghana , Togo benin ? Je peut prendre des visa à l’avance pour certain pays dans un autre ? Le prix approximativement de visa pour entre dans ces pays ? Je compte pas trop visité ni faire du tourisme , juste rouler et me rendre chez moi au benin .
D’autre question viendront , je vous remercie pour tout ce qui on lu et qui on pris du temps à me répondre !
Pourquoi pas réaliser un convoi avec certain .
Merci à touss
Décès d'un spécialiste des Berbères English translation pending