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Hello, We’re heading to Rome from 21/09, arriving in the early afternoon, and returning on 28/09, leaving in the morning. We’ve already booked our flight tickets and our accommodation in the city center: Via Ezio. I’d love to get your feedback on our itinerary and if there are any visits we should book right now: Monday 21 afternoon: Largo di Torre Argentina: a sacred spot for cats. Tuesday 22: The Vatican: Vatican Museums and Sistine Chapel in the morning. Afternoon: St. Peter’s Basilica, the dome, and if possible, the necropolis. Wednesday 23: Morning: Colosseum, Roman Forum, and Palatine Hill. Afternoon: Trastevere neighborhood and the Monumento a Garibaldi. Thursday 24: Piazza Navona, Church of St. Louis of the French, the Pantheon, Campo de’ Fiori, Piazza Venezia, Piazza Santa Maria Maggiore, Trevi Fountain. Friday 25: Villa Borghese, Piazza del Popolo, Spanish Steps, Quirinale, Piazza della Repubblica, and Santa Maria degli Angeli. Saturday 26: Aventine and Testaccio neighborhoods, the Capuchin Crypt. Sunday 27: Ostia. Monday 28: Departure. Are any days too packed, or should we add more visits? Thanks for your input and help! Cheers! Anne

hi there

I’ve been to Rwanda twice before, in November 1991 and December 1993, mostly for solidarity work. I’m looking into going back this November or December for three weeks, but I’m a bit hesitant when I see the tourist offerings—it’s so far from how I like to travel...

I travel solo using public transport and stay in places like guesthouses (GH), or accommodations run by cooperatives, associations, or religious groups. I love villages, markets, hikes, and local crafts. So far, my searches for these kinds of lodging options haven’t turned up much.

For now, I’m considering visiting (in no particular order):

Butare: Kibeho, Bisesero, Nyanza Ngenda Akagera, Kibungo, Lake Muazi Dian Fossey’s tomb (with the possibility of seeing gorillas) Kibuye??? Is the political situation stable there? Or Cyangugu?

So here are my first questions: -Is French still widely spoken? -Are there lists of the types of accommodations I mentioned above, or places to find that info? -Is what I’m planning doable using public transport? From the towns, are moto-taxis still available to get to villages, sites, and—most importantly—back? -Is it possible to go hiking solo? -Which are the best markets and what days are they held?

I know that’s a lot of questions already, and I really appreciate any relevant answers you can share. Looking forward to exchanging more!

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?*

Hi there,

I arrived in Tunisia this afternoon for a full 14-day stay.

I took a direct Tunisair flight from Nice, which departed about thirty minutes late (that’s nothing compared to the "nightmares" I’ve had on some of my recent trips).

The flight lasts around 1 hour and 20 minutes, and a small snack was served on board (a sort of quiche with chickpea purée, a small bread roll, a portion of cheese like La Vache qui rit, and a small chocolate cake). It’s worth mentioning because it’s becoming increasingly rare on short flights. I was seated between two Tunisian gentlemen who gave me some great tips for my trip, especially about negotiating prices. One of them is a former cameraman for France Télévisions, very cultured and well-traveled—his daughter is a journalist at France Télévisions (I found some of her articles online). In short, the flight was very pleasant and quick.



I’m staying at the Hôtel Royal Victoria. I booked it yesterday afternoon by email without providing my credit card number. The room costs 241 TND (71 €) with breakfast included. It has heating, a small fridge, a safe, a hairdryer, Wi-Fi, and a TV with international channels. There’s a police van permanently parked in the square where the hotel is located.

This hotel is housed in the former British consulate and later embassy. It has a lot of charm with its painted wood ceilings and doors, and its bathroom covered in ceramic tiles. The tiny elevator is from another era. The main advantage of the hotel is its location between the medina and Avenue Bourguiba. Nearby, there’s the Magasin Général, where you can find groceries and some typical products like rose water, geranium water, and tons of halwa (a customer kindly explained how to eat it and which is the best).

After nightfall, I took a short stroll down Avenue Bourguiba. There weren’t many people around—it’s windy and cold.

I’ve already noticed the warm welcome from Tunisians. The supermarket cashier welcomed me to Tunisia, and a gentleman I asked for directions to the Magasin Général (I was about to climb stairs leading to a mosque!) insisted on inviting me for coffee, but I declined.

The rest of my itinerary will depend on the weather. If it doesn’t rain tomorrow, I might visit Carthage since the Bardo Museum is closed on Mondays, as are the museums in Sidi Bou Said.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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.

To chat about waterways, this is the place.

This is the place to chat about December’s theme! I’ll start with a little TOUR of the world’s TOURS.

















Of course, you can submit multiple photos of the same tower in the contest—it’s the quality of the photo that’ll be judged during voting, not just the subject!

Prologue

This journal recounts a trip to Rajasthan that’s already over a year old and that I’ve only now found the chance to write about. The summer of 2024 marked my return to India—my tenth trip—after six long years away since my last solo wanderings in Tamil Nadu in 2018 (the journal of which is published on this site). That absence was partly (but not only) due to the long COVID and post-COVID period, which saw a complete halt and then a major slowdown in global tourism. To top it off, Voyage Forum announced its closure in an end-of-the-world atmosphere. A sad time for our favorite social activity…

A few weeks after returning from Rajasthan, I tried to motivate myself to start writing a journal to publish on a forum claiming to be VF’s successor, which I’d eventually signed up for out of desperation. But I kept hesitating and putting the project off because, for one, I no longer have the time I used to. For another, the vibe wasn’t really taking off on that forum—it was overrun with ads and not very active, contrary to what its host’s name suggested. Despite its good intentions and commendable role as a stopgap, it also turned out to be very impractical to use, especially when you don’t have much time like me. I’ll admit I’d occasionally check back on VF to see if anything was happening. But all the discussions remained frozen in time, stuck in that fateful year, 2020. Then, rumors swirled online about shady reasons behind its closure, leaving little room for hope.

And then, one fine morning, I got a message at work from Marien informing me that VF had reopened. What a huge surprise! Even though the forum’s “end” had played out in a somewhat apocalyptic atmosphere, the memories of passionate and heated discussions, the frank debates, and the useful exchanges that made this site a traveler’s goldmine and a unique hub of conviviality all came rushing back to me like a breath of fresh air. I finally saw a sign and tried to motivate myself to find the time to publish the journal of this tenth trip to India and fifth to Rajasthan. But in the end, I got bogged down in professional and family obligations and never managed to find the time to get started. That’s now fixed, though, because I had two reasons for wanting to do it: I find that looking back on a trip to tell others about it is a highly beneficial introspective exercise. Also, I thought this journal could be useful to other travelers on a few points.

Because, “do we really need yet another journal about Rajasthan?” you might rightly ask! Especially in a time when so many journals about the “Land of Kings” have been published since VF’s return, not to mention the countless stories you can already find online about this region, one of India’s most touristy. And I’d add, why go back to Rajasthan for a fifth time, where I’ve already dragged my feet more than enough—through its forts, deserts, temples, cities, villages, bumpy roads, train stations, tasty street food stalls, cheap guesthouses, and more? Where some might see just another overhyped tourist destination full of the same old *Arabian Nights* clichés, worn to a thread, that I mentioned earlier, when there’s so much else to see in India? Well, first because it’s a magnificent country I never tire of, where I started an academic study and made so many connections. It’s also packed with places where you won’t find a single tourist (right, Marie-Jo?), even in the heart of well-trodden paths and classic itineraries. And most importantly, as I said earlier, things have changed in recent years. First, after six years without traveling far, the urge to go back to India was getting stronger. But this time, no more solo trips (often) or duo adventures (sometimes)—now it’s a team of four that has to come along! And even if you can argue with that, what better place than Rajasthan to introduce India to people who’ve never seen it? To kids you want to amaze? Plus, traveling with your new little family to your favorite country isn’t the same as going solo in often spartan conditions that only affect you. It’s a different challenge, but ultimately probably much harder. So, is it really reasonable to take two kids to India, including a two-year-old baby? That’s one of the main goals of this journal (but not the only one)—to try to answer that question.

As you can tell, it’s not so much the destination but the slightly unusual setup of this trip that, in my opinion, will make this journal interesting. Despite my experience and expertise (yes, I dare say it) in India, there were plenty of questions before we finalized the plan and said, “Alright, let’s go!” The questions were flying for us parents. Is it wise to travel to India with a two-year-old? What would we do (it happened) if the kids got very sick? Would they be able to handle a road trip on Rajasthan’s bumpy, dusty roads using public transport? Could they handle the shock of such a different world—the dirt, poverty, pollution, noise (…and the smell, as they say), the spicy food, monkeys, mosquitoes, snakes, tigers, leopards, and so on? In short, all the clichés that I usually joke about suddenly became potential realities. Another concern: as a mixed Franco-African family (not me, but my partner and her oldest), wouldn’t we risk not always being well received, given what you sometimes hear about that in India? How would Indians react to seeing a mixed-race family, the ultimate taboo in a country of purity and social segregation, which would undoubtedly raise many questions for them? Of course, not everything went as expected… Because, as you know, with India—and what makes it charming for some—there are always complications: sometimes where you don’t expect them… and sometimes where you do. I’ll go into detail about that in the journal to come (not right away) and in the final review (even later). These experiences could be useful to travelers who find themselves in similar situations and have the same questions we did before embarking on such a journey. And maybe it’ll spark the curiosity of those who aren’t concerned and will read yet another Rajasthan journal, but with its own unique twists.

Despite my unchanged constraints, which mean I have little time to write this, I don’t want to rush the story, so I’ll take my time. There will probably be lulls. I hope that won’t stop people from coming to react, debate, share their impressions, or ask for information.

Hi there, We’re just back from a three-week trip to Sri Lanka, from July 15 to August 11. A few random tips—if you’ve got more specific questions, just ask. If we know the answer, we’ll be happy to help!

What an amazing country! I had a small bias at first, wasn’t totally convinced, but that disappeared fast. Stunning coastal and mountain landscapes, cultural visits, hikes, and such a warm welcome.

Here’s our itinerary in order: Colombo-Anuradhapura-Trincomalee-Polonnaruwa-Dambulla-Sigiriya-Kandy-Haputale-Ella-Tangalle-Galle-Negombo.

Whenever we can, we travel only by public transport, and in Sri Lanka, it’s totally doable. Trains, of course, and buses all the time—everywhere and super cheap. We’d head to the bus station to get a seat, but they also stop along the route. From the airport to Colombo Fort, take bus 187—it’s parked on the right as you exit.

Weather-wise, despite it being the less favorable season for some regions, we only had two half-days of rain. That was one of our worries, but maybe we just got lucky.

For hiking, beyond the well-known climbs in all the guidebooks and blogs (which are great too), there’s a long-distance trail in the mountain region (Kandy, Ella, etc.) that’s really well marked. It’s called the Pekoe Trail, and there’s an app you can download (Pekoe Trail) that gives you the full route and details for each stage—25 in total, I think, ranging from 9 to 15 km. We did 4 of them, not in a row, but starting from our different accommodations. They’re not loops, but you can always find a bus, train, or tuk-tuk to get back or to reach the end of a stage and return. The landscapes are beautiful, the encounters plentiful, and tourists are rare—which is nice sometimes.

Happy travels!

I'm starting my first travel journal since VF reopened!

This will mostly be to share my impressions and some photos, with a few days' delay, but I'm starting this journal while I'm still here.

First, I'd like to thank those who helped me prepare for this trip.

I was able to organize this stay in one of the most expensive countries in the world thanks to the home-exchange principle. Not necessarily a direct swap, but through a points system, which is more practical for choosing where you want to go without it having to be a reciprocal exchange.

For this trip, there will already be two different accommodations. We'll see how it goes after that.

The first place is near Yverdon-les-Bains, close to Lake Neuchâtel.

So, we're going to explore this area!

We arrived under capricious weather that won’t leave us for the next few days!

We had dinner at a pizzeria recommended by *Le Routard* in Yverdon, then took a little nighttime stroll through the town center before heading inland to settle into our accommodation.

We discovered a very large, quiet house—and especially the cat that stayed behind! Funny for a couple of mice! He’ll be sleeping with us 😹

hi need some info—I’m torn between Martinique and Guadeloupe for April. also, which island is bigger in terms of trip length? thanks in advance

Hi there,

A group of 11 of us will be spending a week in Marrakech in May. I’d love your thoughts and advice on these excursions I’ve shortlisted—or any others I might not have considered:

- Visiting Marrakech: with or without a guide? Is one day enough for the main sights? - Essaouira: Is a day trip a good option? Is the journey scenic? - Ouzoud Waterfalls: Is the place worth the trip? - Agafay Desert: Any recommendations to avoid the tourist crowds? - Imlil Valley and Mount Toubkal: A worthwhile detour?

Of course, I don’t plan to do everything in one week, but your input will help me decide... Thanks in advance! !

I could just as easily have written white as marble, white as salt, white as coconut milk...

This month’s theme is white in every way imaginable.

Not just a little touch in the top right corner of the photo!

Nor a white square on a white background...

Also, black and white won’t be allowed.

For the rest, I’ll let the voters be the sole judges of whether the theme is respected!

I’m now borrowing Ragamuffin’s wording for the rules:

Every VF member can submit up to 3 photos, until Sunday, February 23 at 11:59 PM, Clermont-Ferrand time.

Each photo must be posted in a separate message, with its number (1, 2, or 3).

Don’t forget to add a little explanation (comment, location, etc.).

Voting:

Every VF member can vote for the 3 photos they think are the best, based on their own criteria and the theme.

Voting will take place from Monday, February 24 to Friday, February 28 at 2:00 PM, Clermont-Ferrand time.

The chosen photos should be listed in order of preference: - 1st photo: 3 points - 2nd: 2 points - 3rd: 1 point

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

Results will be published on February 28 in the late afternoon. In case of a tie, the number of first-place votes will decide. The winner will have the honor of organizing March’s contest.

Photos that have already been nominated (1st, 2nd, or 3rd) in another contest are not eligible to participate in this one.



The off-topic contest discussion is happening here

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

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

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

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

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

KARIBUUU

Over 5 years later, I’m finally getting around to writing the travel journal for our first trip to East Africa: Tanzania. *Polé Polé*, as they say! 😎

A trip I’d started planning just 6 years ago, in February 2019, for my post-internship exam vacation. After returning to South Africa in July 2019 with my family, this trip, planned for September 2019, would be all about discovery and a few firsts: first trip with friends, first trek, first time in East Africa. I really wanted to attempt the Kilimanjaro ascent, try to still see some of its "eternal" ice, and Alison wanted to do as much safari as possible. Unlike with the Zulus, Himbas, or San, visiting a Maasai village wasn’t on the agenda. Thanks to the Kessy Brothers agency, who were super responsive, Sandy from VF, and other members who helped prepare our trip, we settled on the following itinerary:

Day -1 (8/30): Departure from Pointe-à-Pitre Day 0 (8/31): Departure from Paris Day 1 (9/01): Arrival at Kilimanjaro Airport / Ameg Lodge (Moshi) DAY 2 (9/02): Machame gate / Machame camp DAY 3 (9/03): Shira / Shira camp DAY 4 (9/04): Baranco / Baranco camp DAY 5 (9/05): Barafu / Barafu camp DAY 6 (9/06): Barafu + Summit at midnight / Mweka camp DAY 7 (9/07): Mweka gate / Sal Salnero Hotel (Moshi) DAY 8 (9/08): Arusha National Park / Kanga camp DAY 9 (9/09): Tarangire National Park / Kanga camp DAY 10 (9/10): Tarangire National Park / Twiga Lodge DAY 11 (9/11): Lake Manyara / Twiga Lodge DAY 12 (9/12): Ngorongoro Crater / Simba campsite DAY 13 (9/13): Serengeti National Park / Seronera campsite DAY 14 (9/14): Serengeti National Park - Uoga Kuria Camp DAY 15 (9/15): Serengeti National Park / Waso campsite DAY 16 (9/16): Lake Natron / Maasai Giraffe Ecolodge DAY 17 (9/17): Kilimanjaro Airport Day 18 (9/18): Zanzibar Day 19 (9/19): Zanzibar Day 20 (9/20): Zanzibar Day 21 (9/21): Zanzibar

As I mentioned in my first travel journal about our South Africa trip, I’ve had a special connection to Tanzania for a long time. Growing up in the Indian Ocean without ever visiting Africa, those wildlife documentaries on TV when I skipped my pharmacy classes... I imagined and dreamed about this land and country so much.

The original plan was to go just the two of us with Alison, but somehow—though I don’t quite remember how—we ended up organizing the trip with our friends Mélissa and Doriane, who joined us in Arusha after our Kilimanjaro trek for the last two weeks and their very first safari. I think it was Melissa who had the idea to crash our trip, and she was right to do so! 😉 Flights: Pointe-à-Pitre-Grand Case and Grand Case-Paris with Air Caraïbes. Flights: Paris-JRO and ZNZ-Paris with Kenya Airways (layover in Nairobi). Flight: JRO-ZNZ with Air Tanzania.



Safe travels! !

Hi everyone,

We’re heading out as a family from July 2nd to 16th on a loop from Montreal to Montreal. We’re a couple with a little girl who’ll be turning 7 in July, plus my in-laws (one of whom uses a wheelchair).

Here’s our itinerary:

Wednesday, July 2: Arrival in Montreal in the early afternoon – picking up the car at the airport – exploring the city and overnight in Montreal Thursday, July 3: Montreal – overnight in Montreal Friday, July 4: Visit to Parc Omega – overnight in Saint-Jérôme Saturday, July 5: Heading to Trois-Rivières – visit to a sugar shack (Chez Dany? or another name?) – exploring the old town – overnight in Trois-Rivières Sunday, July 6: Shawinigan – Le Village du Bûcheron in Grandes-Piles? – black bear watching (probably not doable for wheelchair users, I think?!) – overnight in Trois-Rivières Monday, July 7: Heading to Chicoutimi – Saguenay – day at Lac Saint-Jean / Val-Jabert – overnight in Saguenay Tuesday, July 8: L’Anse-Saint-Jean – Saguenay Fjord National Park – overnight in Saguenay Wednesday, July 9: Tadoussac – exploring the area and the town – overnight in Tadoussac Thursday, July 10: Whale watching – Baie-Sainte-Catherine – overnight in Tadoussac Friday, July 11: La Malbaie – Baie-Saint-Paul – overnight on Île aux Coudres Saturday, July 12: Exploring the area? – overnight on Île aux Coudres Sunday, July 13: Montmorency Falls – overnight in Quebec City Monday, July 14: Quebec City – overnight in Quebec City Tuesday, July 15: Quebec City and return to Montreal – overnight in Beloeil Wednesday, July 16: Montreal – evening flight

We’ve booked our rooms to ensure a wheelchair-accessible room is available. When searching on Expedia or Booking, few hotels have rooms with a shower accessible for wheelchairs (so a real PMR room). However, these are cancelable, so if something really stands out, I’m all ears 😉.

We’ve booked our car through BSP Auto and we’re flying with Air Transat.

Thanks for any feedback and tips for the visits.

See you soon 🙂 Jennifer

Hello, We’re a couple in our 70s planning to visit Québec this summer. We only do short hikes of about 6 km round trip. What do you think of our itinerary? Thanks so much for your advice! Day 1: FRANCE/MONTREAL Days 2 & 3: MONTREAL Day 4: MONTREAL/BAIE ST PAUL – 2 nights Day 5: BAIE ST PAUL Day 6: BAIE ST PAUL/La Malbaie/Port-au-Persil/BAIE STE CATHERINE – 2 nights Day 7: BAIE STE CATHERINE/TADOUSSAC/BAIE STE CATHERINE Day 8: BAIE STE CATHERINE/SACRÉ-CŒUR/LES BERGERONNES – 2 nights Day 9: LES BERGERONNES/ferry LES ESCOUMINS/BIC NATIONAL PARK – 2 nights in Rimouski Day 10: BIC NATIONAL PARK Day 11: BIC NATIONAL PARK/CARLETON-SUR-MER – 1 night Day 12: CARLETON-SUR-MER/PERCÉ – 2 nights Day 13: PERCÉ Day 14: PERCÉ/GASPÉ/CAP DES ROSIERS – 1 night

Visit Forillon Park

Day 15: CAP DES ROSIERS/GASPÉSIE PARK – 2 nights in Sainte-Anne-des-Monts Day 16: GASPÉSIE PARK Day 17: GASPÉSIE PARK/KAMOURASKA – 1 night Day 17: KAMOURASKA/QUÉBEC CITY Days 18 & 19: QUÉBEC CITY Day 20: QUÉBEC CITY/AIRPORT MONTREAL for France

bonjour à tous,

A peine rentré à Paris que j'ai à nouveau envie de repartir marcher....Je dispose d'une semaine à partir de jeudi prochain, je pensais faire une partie du Stevenson. D'après vous quelle est la partie la plus chouette au niveau paysage? Idéalement il me faudrait un point de départ et de retour accessible en transport en commun. Mon mode de voyage est le bivouac et l'autonomie, je rentre de 1500 km en vélo et j'ai bien envie de marcher...🙂 Si ce n'est pas le Stevenson, cela peut être une autre rando, suivant aussi la méteo merci à tous

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

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

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

Muriel

Bonjour à tous

Après avoir du renoncer à notre projet 2020 dans l’ouest américain suite à l’annulation des vols de fin juin et avec l’actualité actuelle non propice aux voyages ( bon, nous avons quand même pu partir 10 jours dans les Cyclades en plan B) j’envisage, si la situation s’améliore, un nouveau projet pour l’été 2021 avec un départ mi juillet ( au lieu de notre préféré fin juin..).. on va essayer d'y croire!!

Cela donnerait ceci : une boucle Denver pour limiter les frais de location de voiture en faisant un oneway.

Itinéraire prévu, sans les détails.. toute la 1ere partie jusqu'à yellowstone devait se faire en 2020..😕

Samedi Jour 1 : Arrivée Denver. Nuit à Fort Collins Dimanche Jour 2 : Cheyenne–Custer - Nuit à Custer Lundi Jour 3 : Mont Rushmore- Badlands National Park – Nuit à Rapid City Mardi Jour 4 : Rapid City – Deadwood – Devils Tower - Buffalo (3h) – nuit à Buffalo ou Sheridan Mercredi Jour 5 : Buffalo à Cody par Bighorn canyon - Nuit à Cody ( 3h30) Jeudi Jour 6 : route vers Gardiner via Chief Joseph scenic highway et rock creek vista. Nuit à Gardiner Vendredi Jour 7 : Yellowstone – Nuit à Yellowstone Samedi Jour 8:Yellowstone – Nuit à Yellowstone Dimanche Jour 9 : Yellowstone – Nuit à Yellowstone Lundi Jour 10: Yellowstone – Nuit à Yellowstone mardi Jour 11 : Grand Teton – Nuit à Grand Teton ou Jackson Hole (1h30) Mercredi Jour 12 : randonnée le matin vers Grand Teton puis route vers Salt Lake City (5h) Jeudi Jour 13 : route vers Moab (4h) - fin de journée à Dead Horse State Park- Nuit à Moab Vendredi Jour 14 :Moab - Arches NP– Nuit à Moab Samedi Jour 15 : Moab – Canyonlands NP- Nuit à Moab Dimanche Jour 16: matin Moab ( fin de visite- ou activité) – puis route vers Colorado National Monument. (2h15) via la 128– Nuit à Grand Junction Lundi Jour 17 : :Glenwood Springs – Idaho Springs (3h30) (après midi Shopping) - Nuit à Denver Mardi jour 18 : journée Denver. Vol en fin de journée Mercredi jour 19 retour Maison

Pour info, nous connaissons déjà le principal de la partie Moab pour l’avoir fait en avril 2016. Je peux éventuellement ajouter 1 ou 2 jours.

Qu’en pensez vous ? Pur l’instant, j’ai l’impression que les tarifs hôteliers sont pus chers ??

Merci pour vos avis Prenez soin de vous Marie

Hello,

Je pense avoir finaliser mon parcours 2021 et j'aimerai votre avis dessus.

Actuellement, départ le 06/10/2021 avec un retour au 30/10/2021 (Atterrissage le 31). On a essayé de caler un départ le plus tôt possible en Octobre et on ne peut faire mieux que ces dates. J'ai déjà 4 nuits réservées à Yellowstone sur les dates prévues. Pour le reste, rien n'est figé. Voyageant avec des enfants en bas âge, certaines étapes ont étés réduites en terme de kilomètres.

J1 (06/10) : Arrivée à Minneapolis à 13H - Nuit à Mankato. L'idée est d'avoir les vols sans escales et nous avons donc fait le choix de ne pas passer par Denver. Mankato n'est pas très loin de Minneapolis et cela permet de gagner 1H de route sur le lendemain.

J2: Mankato > Sioux Falls > Oacoma - Nuit à Oacoma Journée de route tranquille, rien de passionant.

J3: Oacoma > Badland NP - Nuit au Cedar pass Lodge

J4: Custer SP / Mt Rushmore - Nuit à Keystone

J5: Deadwood > Aladdin > Devil's tower > Hulett - Nuit à Hulett

J6: Little Big Horn BF - Nuit à Sheridan

J7: Bighorn canyon NRA > Cody (Pas de rodéo à cette période donc juste le musée et peut être Old trail town) - Nuit sur Cody

J8: Cooke city > Tower Roosevelt / Mammoth hot springs - Nuit sur Mammoth hot springs cabin

J9: Grand Canyon of the Yellowstone - Nuit sur Mammoth hot springs cabin (Pas le choix)

J10: Grand Prismatic / Madison / Norris - Nuit sur Old faithfull Lodges

J11: Old faithfull (West thumb?) - Nuit sur Old faithfull Lodges

J12: (West thumb?), passage par Grand Teton NP - Nuit à Jackson

J13: Crater of the Moon NM - Nuit à Hailey

J14: (Shoshone Falls?) Bruneau Sand Dunes SP - Nuit à Meridian

J15: Malheur Butte / John Day NM - Nuit à Mitchell

J16: John Day NM / Smith Rock SP - Nuit à Madras

J17: Portland - Nuit à Portland

J18: Astoria - Nuit Astoria

J19: Lake Quinault / Ruby Beach - Nuit à Forks

J20: Hoh Rain forest / La Push / Second Beach / Rialto Beach (+Trail?) - Nuit à Forks

J21: Neah Bay / Cape Flattery / Shi Shi Beach - Nuit à Lake Crescent

J22: Sol Duc Falls / Bainbridge Island - Nuit à Bainbridge Island

J23: Ferry jusqu'à Seattle - Seattle - Nuit à Seattle

J24: Seattle - Nuit à Seattle

J25: Retour

Qu'en pensez vous?

La partie côté Oregon vous semble t elle pertinente? J'ai l'impression de survoler et j'hésitais à modifier la fin en prenant le ferry dès le J22 et en supprimant une nuit à Seattle pour la mettre en Oregon.

Bonjour à tous,

J'envisage d’emprunter le Chemin pour une dizaine de jours fin juillet début août (2020), sachant que j’aime les paysages les plus « sauvages » possibles, arides, rocailleux etc. etc., quel tronçon (partie française) me conseillez-vous, avec le moins de route goudronnée et en dehors de la région du Puy à Conques que je connais bien ? je précise aussi que, sans être une sportive olympique :) je n'ai pas peur du tout des longues étapes ni des dénivelés !

Un grand merci d’avance pour vos réponses et suggestions :)

A massive explosion sets things off... then around 5:30 PM, a huge, coordinated crowd floods the streets of Bujumbura—and the rest of the country—growing by the minute and surging through the main arteries in deafening noise. Backed by every kind of vehicle—motorized or not—pedestrians, bikes, Bajaj, Volkswagens, and Toyota Coasters unite to raise their voices with blaring horns that could wake a nearby ancestor or the Supreme Guide. The police and all law enforcement in the country—military included—are on high alert but haven’t intervened yet, keeping a very close eye on how the situation develops!

Still at work when RFI and France24 send me their "urgent" Burundi alerts, a full 90 minutes after the reliable outlet "Iwacu Burundi" broke the news. My trusty wall calendar and today’s date stamp confirm it’s March 23, 2019, backed up by my phone. Worried, I think to myself, *Oh no, here we go again in this tiny Central African country... But my God, why???*

Hello,

J'ai commencé à bosser sur 2 itinéraires pour la Toussaint 2021 (Environ du 07 au 31 octobre 2021, arrivée en France le 1/11).

Idéalement, je voudrais reprendre mon parcours annulé de juin 2020 (Dans les grandes lignes, arrivée à Seattle, Olympic NP > Glacier NP > Yellowstone NP > Black Hills > Badlands NP > Minneapolis).

Toutefois, en suivant celui-ci, j'arrive à Glacier le 18 octobre, Yellowstone entre le 21 et 24 octobre et les Black Hills le 28 octobre. J'ai pris l'option de faire le chemin en sens inverse, modifiant quelques étapes et j'arriverais dans mon 1er jet aux Black hills le 10 octobre, Yellowstone du 14 au 17 octobre et Glacier NP le 19 octobre. Cela me fait arriver plus tard sur la côte Pacifique mais je prends moins de risque pour la neige.

Pensez-vous qu'il soit inconscient d'organiser YS et Glacier à cette période? Yellowstone me semble encore plausible, les routes ne fermant (sauf une qui est déjà fermé cet été) que début novembre. Glacier est plus un point d'interrogation.

L'autre hypothèse est une région que nous n'avons jamais arpenté: Le Nord Est.

J'ai commencé à étudier dans les grandes lignes quelque chose qui ferait: Toronto > ?? > Boston > Salem > ?? > Acadia NP > Quebec > Montréal mais cela est complètement au stade de l'ébauche.

L'avantage à cette période est de pouvoir profiter du côté un peu kitch de Salem à cette période. Toutefois, bien que cela soit encore l'été indien, j'ai peur des températures et de la pluviométrie.... ce qui est assez stupide car on est sur les même latitudes que de l'autre côté.

Qu'en pensez vous?

Ps: Si vous avez des idées pour compléter le 2ème parcours, surtout la partie Québec ou Nouveau-Brunswick , je suis preneur!

Bonjour à toutes et tous. L’année dernière, les dés ont désigné le département du Nord. Et oui, si vous avez lu nos précédentes aventures, vous savez que le choix de la destination est décidé par le hasard des dés. Donc nous voilà une nouvelle fois réunis pour pédaler quelques jours, Mathieu et moi.

Notre matériel est le même a peu de chose prêt, et nous avons la chance de laisser la voiture chez le frère de Mathieu, qui habite Lille. Bon, Mathieu n’a pas été inspiré pour préparer l’itinéraire, donc, nous allons faire au jour le jour. Ce qui explique le double département.

Attention aux âmes sensibles, il se peut qu’il y ait des images contenant des petits feu durant nos bivouacs. Aux personnes facilement influençables et souhaitant reproduire ces ambiances qui semblent joyeuses, sachez qu’elles ne l’étaient pas du tout, et je ne peux que vous déconseiller de faire comme nous. À bons entendeurs, je vous laisse lire nos précédents voyages que vous trouverez sur mon profile, pour comprendre le bien-fondé de cette remarque.

Voici notre voyage en quelques chiffres.

Durée : 4 jours (oui, c’est court, la faute m’incombe)

Distance : ~ 310 km

Dénivelé : ~ 1700m D+

Je saisis au vol cette remarque d'Attila (que je partage!)

Franchement, je serais le gouvernement, je demanderais l'asile en ...?... et dirais aux français, démerdez vous.

et cette autre :

On fait le coucou dans les discussions mais jamais on n'en entame une...

pour proposer un nouveau post sur un mode très différent de voyager.

Où aimeriez-vous partir vivre?

Bien sûr vous choisissez votre pays ou région d'accueil, on part du principe que ce n'est pas une obligation que l'on vous fait.

Et vous avez besoin de vous éloigner momentanément de votre lieu de vie habituel, pour quelque raison que ce soit.

Quels seraient les atouts locaux importants pour vous de cette nouvelle installation : population, climat, paysages, archéologie, autres .... ?

Bonjour,

Quelqu'un a-t-il une information fiable quant à la définition des 100 kms évoqués par le Premier Ministre ? S'agit il de 100 kms à vol d'oiseau du domicile ou 100 kms en suivant des routes ou des chemins, ce qui, bien sûr, change la donne ? Merci.

Bonjour à tous,

Je suis nouveau sur le forum et je tenais à commencer à échanger avec vous sur un sujet qui me parle beaucoup : les week-ends au vert proche de Paris. Quand je dis proche de Paris c'est suffisamment proche pour y aller le week-end sans être crever le dimanche soir en rentrant :) Souvent, c'est à moins de 2 heures pour mon cas.

Je serais très curieux d'avoir vos bons plans : villages / villes très sympas, sites touristiques à ne pas manquer, balade, expériences insolites, ...

Voici une petite liste de lieux qui m'ont plu / me plaisent (et donc à faire prochainement post-confinement de mon côté) :

- Giverny : Fondation Claude Monnet, musée, jardins, ... - Fontainebleau avec ses balades en forêt, des sessions d'escalade, son château : beaucoup de choses à faire pour un week-end - Deauville : le vieux Deauville, l'hippodrome, le casino, boutiques et plage

Est-ce que certains d'entre vous ont eu l'occasion de faire des expériences insolites type cabane dans les arbres proche de Paris ?