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Pour fêter la réussite de VF et réunir les innombrables talents des voyageurs-écrivains-croqueurs-peintres-poètes, je propose d’imaginer les déambulations d'un voyageur de part le monde. Ce héros, en l'honneur de notre gourou spirituel, on pourrait le nommer SoiFranc ("soit beau, soit fort, soit grand", disait sa maman pendant toute son enfance, sans imaginer que, un jour son fils adoré entre tous ses fils créerait une drogue virtuelle et révolutionnaire sans antidote connu à ce jour et qui serait à l'origine d'échanges réels extraordinaires, de projets fous et même de vrais mariages d'amour!).

Notre SoiFranc a toute la vie devant lui, les yeux, les narines et oreille grands ouverts, une soif inepanchable de connaissances, mais malheureusement pas la capacité de se téléporter de Samarkand à Teotihuacan en un claquement de doigt ou un cliquement de souris.

Je commence le récit à Montréal, à vous de le continuer vers l'est ou l'ouest, le nord ou le sud, au grés de vos expériences, vos envies, vos impulsions. Tous les moyens et les styles sont permis, voyons jusqu’où nous sommes capable de transporter notre héros international.

Ca y est ! Apres des mois d'hésitations, de renoncements, de oui-mais-non, SoiFranc a enfin donne sa démission a son patron. Un soulagement énorme, un bonheur indescriptible, et toute la vie devant lui pour découvrir le vaste monde et voir si l'herbe est plus verte chez le voisin.

Bercé depuis si longtemps de récits de voyages, des grands noms d'hier et d'aujourd'hui, des Nicolas, Ella, Théodore, Jack, Sylvain, Priscilla et tant et tant d'autres. Gavé d'images télévisées époustouflantes, de reportages de National Geographic inoubliables. Le grand pas est fait ! A lui de mettre le pied là où sa main n’est pas encore allée !

Passeport, vaccins, argent, tout est en règle. Le sac est un dilemme. Valise ou sac à dos ? 50 litres ou 10 kilos ? 5 pantalons ou seulement 1 short ? Vêtements chauds ou froids ? Apres moult réflexions, qu’à cela ne tienne, prenons que le strict nécessaire, on trouve de tout au bazar de Gao ou sur les plages de Goa. Carnets pour coucher des mots, appareil photo pour immortaliser des sourires, SoiFranc est enfin prêt pour le grand voyage.

Un dernier coucher et lever de soleil sur le Mont Royal pour embrasser du regard sa chère patrie…

Et l’aventure, enfin, commence, au pied de la porte, le premier pas, celui qui conduira a tant d’autres. Abandonner tous les réflexes de l’homo modernus, plus de voiture, il faut recourir aux merveilles des transports en commun.

On the road !

Gare routière, devant l’immense panneau d’affichage. SoiFranc n’a aucun itinéraire tracé, il veut voyager au gré des vents et des courants, se laisser porter par son instinct et les rencontres, le meilleur des guides.

Dans 5 minutes, 2 bus. L’un va vers l’ouest, l’autre vers l’est.

Pile ou face ?

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bonjour à tous

Nombreux d'entre vous ont eu des retards, bagages perdus, correspondances loupées. Mais j'en suis sûr, vous avez tous eu de très agréables moments pendant un ou plusieurs vols. Quels sont vos plus beaux souvenirs ???

Bonjour,

Retournant au Guatemala sous peu, je voudrais savoir si le site de Semuc Champey (que je n'ai pu voir la première fois), vaut définitivement le détour, c'est a dire faire la "vuelta" par Coban etc....ou peut on se contenter de le zapper...je demande cela car j'y passe peu de temps (pour faire découvrir le pays à une amie de passage dans le coin...) avant d'aller au Panama...

Merci.

Devant le succès de la rubrique "vos plus beaux portraits", et la qualité ainsi que la variété des photos publiées, je me propose d'ouvrir cette rubrique. Je commence avec cette modeste contribution :

Beub

Bonjour...caravaniers !

Je constate que les mots pour dire la même chose ne sont pas tjs les mêmes en France qu'au Québec. J, ai donc etabli un petit lexique qui permetra de nous mieux comprendre, puisqu, une caravane en Europe devient ici une remorque....!

Une caravane à selette...un fifth wheel (5e roue ce qui ne correspond finalement à rien). Tractée par un pic-up...

Un classe B ici est une autocaravane de 21'(7m) et moins et généralement une VAN emménagée. Le combi VW emménagé par Wesfalia serait donc un classe B.Un B peut accomoder au max. 4 personnes.(voir photo attachée)

Une autocaravane à capucine s, appelle au Québec un classe C (tres grand choix....)

Une autocaravane (genre autobus) s, appelle au Quebec un classe A.Généralement ce genre de véhicule en remorque un plus petit...pour faire l'épicerie....!

La tente-roulotte est une tente (mais souvent avec toit rigide) montée sur une carosserie et tirée par une voiture...

Un "full timer"....??? C'est une personne (généralement retraitée) qui a tout vendu et qui vit en permanance dans son camping-car....de plus en plus fréquent de nos jours!

Il existe maintenant au Canada et Etats-unis des parcs (camping) pour cette derniere clientele...

Piner et dépiner = connecter et déconnecter(eau-electricité-eaux usées)

On utilise aussi les termes vehicules récréatifs(VR ou recreational vehicule RV)

Les associations de caravaniers sont nombreuses et bien structurées. Good Sam et Vagabundos del mar en sont de tres grosses...En ce qui me concerne le seul avantage que je leur reconnait c'est de m'offrir l, assurance mexicaine a prix tres competitif pour le Mexique...

Les 2 pays (Canada-USA) possedent tous les 2 plusieurs excellents reseaux de terrains de camping. Certaines chaines de magasins(Wall-Mart) offrent gratuitement hebergement sur leur stationnement avec acces a l'eau et sanitaires...

Idem pour les stationnements des casinos.(ils esperent bien sur que vous irez perdre quelques $ autour de leur table).....

A la prochaine,

Memphre

Bonjour je propose ce nouveau sujet de discussion. Parlez des livres que vous avez lu, qui traitent du voyage, et qui donnent encore plus envie de partir. Je sais, c'est pas bien de faire ça, c'est malsain, parce qu'on a tous suffisamment envie de se barrer, mais c'est plus fort que nous, n'est-ce pas? J'ouvre, avec l'Usage du Monde de Nicolas Bouvier. Entre 1951 et 1953, Nicolas Bouvier est parti avec un ami peintre (Thierry Vernet) en fiat facile à réparer qui tombe tout le temps en panne à travers l'Europe Balkanique, puis la Turquie, le Kurdistan, l'Iran, l'Afganistan. Il raconte ses souvenirs et ses analyses d'une manière simple et très émouvante. Les rencontres et les moments insolites donnent particulièrement envie de vivre des instants similaires, même s'ils ont quand même pas mal galéré. Mais la galère est un véhicule comme un autre... Donc voilà, pour ceux qui n'aiment pas voyager, lisez ce bouquin, les autres, surtout, abstenez vous, sinon, vous serez irrémédiablement perdus, korzéam.

Pressed for time due to a full house of kids, grandkids, and cats, I decided to go with a general theme. Everyone has photos of religious buildings, so architectural variety is guaranteed. Just a reminder—I’m asking for exterior shots only, either wide-angle or detailed views.

Phanom Rung, Thailand Wat Phra Keo, Bangkok

Abu Simbel

Quimper

Venice

Istanbul

Khiva, Uzbekistan

Hello, We’ve already traveled to India twice before, but only for two-week stretches (2013, a loop from Mumbai including Hampi, and in 2019, Tamil Nadu). This time, we’re leaving at the end of October for nearly three months of travel—something completely new for us! We’ll arrive in Delhi and depart from Bangalore. Our goal is to explore Northern India and then head down to Kerala, taking a maximum of one flight and prioritizing trains.

Traveling for this long should let us plan longer stops to slow down the pace and fully enjoy our trip...

What are the places you’ve loved with this in mind? I’ve already thought of Gokarna... Do you have any other suggestions, especially in Northern India? Thanks in advance for your tips!

hello to all travelers with their eyes wide open to the desert...

I’ve always wondered what I was "doing" on this earth. And why my father, who died a few months after I was born—a former youngest French resistance fighter—joined the First Saharan Motorized Company in Atar and spent the rest of his life repairing army engines in Algeria, Mauritania, Senegal, Mali (which didn’t exist under that name back then), Morocco, and finally Algeria, where my mother was born and raised. (Believe me, it’s not "cool" being the child of a soldier in a country occupied by France, and even less so the child of a "pied-noir.") Of course, I never got an answer: the dead don’t talk, and the army doesn’t either. But here’s the thing—I had photos... So naturally, one day I hit the road. I wanted to see, to understand. It’s thanks to VF that I was able to do a little research on crossing the Morocco-Mauritania border, and I’m grateful to its members, just as I’m grateful to all those who welcomed me on the road for 14 years. For the past few weeks, I’ve been wondering if I should talk about this or not... It turns out the Mauritanians changed my life by asking for my help... And that started as early as February 2012... (Did I owe them something? No answer to that question.) Ah, the irony—they saw me coming. But when you’re handed sick children and begged to do something, what would you have done? I’d worked in a hospital, so I knew a bit about the rules to follow. I didn’t hesitate. And well, over all these years, I met doctors, surgeons, and together we organized care, evacuations of children, training for surgeons—even trying to stop children from having to travel outside their country. It was never easy. I’d like to thank those who supported us, as well as *La Chaîne de l’Espoir*, *La Fondation Face au Monde*, and everyone who built bridges between our two countries. Unfortunately, despite the constant efforts of Mauritanian doctors and surgeons, some children couldn’t be helped in time. Today, I want to talk about four siblings—orphans of their mother—suffering from congenital glaucoma causing irreversible blindness. Their case was entrusted to me in 2020, just weeks before the big lockdown. We couldn’t do anything for them then, but when their father asked me for a gift, I rushed to my computer and wrote a story. Through a tale, the children take a great journey, explore their country, and fulfill a dream. I never thought this book would be published—it was, in 2023. This book pays tribute to Mauritania. It’s a message for those who know nothing about the hardships of life there, carrying both the harshness and beauty of an immense desert where you can travel by 4x4, bike, on foot, or by camel in complete safety. It bears witness to the kindness of Mauritanians toward travelers. As a woman traveling alone in my vehicle—a now-rusted old Mercedes that no longer runs—I had the most beautiful encounters of my life there (I’ve seen other parts of the world...). The blind children of Choum, Atar, Nouadhibou, and Nouakchott will forever be in my heart. Volunteer readers transcribed the book into a free audio version for the visually impaired. It’s available in sound libraries in France, the *Fondation Valentin Haüy*, and the Swiss Romande library. I made my last trip to Mauritania in my old 4x4 to distribute the book everywhere, especially to its heroes and the school for the visually impaired in Nouakchott. After that, I thought it was time to close the chapter because I no longer have the means or the strength to travel. My publishers chose this title for it: *The Blue Eyes of the Desert*. This publication helped a mission of Swiss volunteer ophthalmologists come to operate on glaucomas in Mauritania. I’m thrilled because they come back every year! This adventure is ending, yes—everything must come to an end—but ultimately, it was born here, on the VF site!! So yes, I had to say it: THANK YOU!!!!!

Preamble

I could have titled my travel journal like Carmen: "Some trips are born twice." Indeed, we had considered this destination back in February 2020. However, an honest tour operator advised us against traveling at that time due to the climate. So, we gave up and opted for Guatemala instead (see "On the Mayan Lands" on this site).

So, why this title? When I was in primary school, over 65 years ago, the illustrations in my history books (Machu Picchu) and geography books (Lake Titicaca) made me dream, and those images stayed in my mind. It took until 2026 to finally make this dream come true!

We prepared our trip with Tout Pérou, a French-speaking "agency." Everything was handled via email and WhatsApp exchanges with our contact: Laurent, who was both competent, friendly, and full of good advice. For 200 €, Tout Pérou provided us with drivers and guides whenever we wanted, helped us buy our domestic flights (cheaper when purchased in Peru), booked shuttles between airports and hotels, and got us a discount on the train ride to Aguas Calientes, as well as on the buses between Chivay and Puno and between Puno and Cusco. In short, Laurent took care of all the logistics and the Machu Picchu tickets. It was up to us to book our hotels. Tout Pérou provided a list, but we weren’t obliged to follow it. Another advantage of the package: we didn’t have to pay in advance; we paid the service providers directly day by day.

We didn’t meet Laurent in person because he was on vacation in Europe. Before his departure, he gave us a briefing, provided a summary table with the entire program, the service providers, their phone numbers, their fees, the schedules, and gave us plenty of advice (money, exchange, safety, etc.). After returning at the end of our stay, he kept checking in on us.

Lastly, we had also gathered information from Arnaud Lagadec, who runs a hotel in Cusco and offers tours of the region. He gave us a lot of useful information. Another contact: Thomas Montaigne, very friendly, who runs an agency in Arequipa (Agence Pérou Exclusif).

Day 1 – Paris to Lima

Foreword I’ll share our trip without any pretension—I don’t have the talent of some contributors on this forum—and I’ll illustrate it with a few photos (taken with an ordinary smartphone). My comments are personal and only reflect my own views. So, please be kind! Feel free to comment on my story as you like, but let’s avoid pointless debates.

Even though we live in the south of the Paris region, true to our habits when the flight is in the morning, we chose to spend the night before our departure in a hotel near CDG and parked our car in a parking lot in Garches. This way, we avoid the stress that often comes with traveling around Paris (accidents, roadworks, traffic jams, etc.).

Check-in and border control went smoothly on that Sunday morning. Our Air France flight was uneventful. In Lima, border control took a particularly long time, and for the first time, we didn’t get an entry visa stamped in our passports.

As planned, a driver took us to the Miraflores district, where our hotel was located. We were surprised by the numerous signs about possible tsunamis, having forgotten that Peru is prone to such events and regularly experiences earthquakes. We’d see the consequences of these during our journey.

Exhausted from the early wake-up, the 13-hour flight, and the 7-hour time difference, we had dinner at the hotel before a restful night.

Note that this day was Peru’s presidential election day. As a result, we weren’t served beer—the sale of alcohol was banned that Sunday.

April 11 – Day 1

It was winter, a winter with beautiful weather, A season that only exists in the southwest of America, I remember very well what I told you that morning A month ago... A century ago, an eternity ago... We’ll go... wherever you want, whenever you want...

Well, yeah, back from our adventure in our enchanting American West just a month ago, we’re already taking a bite out of one of its lesser-known competitors. "Flo, if you had to pick just one reason to justify your love for the U.S., what would it be?" The greasy, dripping burgers? No, I don’t think I’m going out on a limb by saying it’d be the wide-open spaces... And that’s exactly what our new quest is taking us to—a land on the other side of the globe where the horizon also seems endless, where silence tastes like salty wind and sand, where freedom is measured in kilometers of desert tracks, where the GPS is mostly there to confirm you’re lost in the middle of nowhere... Add to that magic formula the fact that you’ll see more zebras, giraffes, wildebeest, and elephants than people per square kilometer, and you can imagine us setting foot in Southern Africa for the first time, more precisely at the small airport in Windhoek, capital of... of...? Brush up on your geography, damn it! We’re landing in Namibia!!!



To be honest, Namibian landscapes have been flirting with me for ages. So how did I resist this island of temptation for so long? First, the budget. Let’s just say that for the same amount of effort (and kidneys), the bank lets you choose two other adventures almost anywhere else on the planet. Then there were my girls. Yeah, back then, they were too little to dose up on Malarone, the only malaria remedy at the time... Long story short, ten years later, all the planets have aligned. First, I won the Euromillions! Well, almost... Let’s just say my girls are now old enough... not to take Malarone, but to stop following me on all my adventures! Jackpot! "Flo, how about a little two-person caprice, just the two of us, tackling the Namibian tracks?"



As we landed on the runway, first wow effect: The horizon is immense. It’s flat as can be, incredibly flat... So much flat space! Did I mention it was flat?... Looking into the distance, it feels like your gaze could circle the Earth without hitting a single obstacle—until you end up staring at your own backside. "Oh, what a nice view!" Well, it’s the first time I’ve seen my butt from this angle! Touching moment... Sorry, I’m rambling—must be the exhaustion from the three-flight marathon we just powered through via Ethiopia and South Africa... And yet, no time to philosophize about my anatomy. As usual, we want to rack up our first kilometers to be front and center at dawn tomorrow. After wrapping up the tedious Namibian immigration formalities and meeting the 4x4 that’ll be our companion day and night for the next fifteen days, we’re off! We’re not exactly fresh, but we’re ready to tackle the next five hundred kilometers in night mode, cruise control set due south! Just outside Windhoek, the local wildlife—a jackal—welcomes us with a smile: "Welcome to Namibia!" That’s what it said! Honest... Okay, first endless straight road, first flaming sunset, first corrugated dirt track, first Milky Way with zero light pollution... You get it—it’s definitely the day of firsts... First night camping, too, in the big trunk of our Toyota Fortuner parked by the side of the track... The real adventure, the kind that smells under the arms, can finally begin...

If I close my eyes and think of the Sultanate of Oman, I first smell a light scent of incense, feel the warmth of a sunbeam on my skin, before sand slips through my fingers. I taste the sweetness of a date, a real candy, then the flavor of coffee with a hint of cardamom and rosewater... I hear the desert wind whistling in my ears, the distant call of a muezzin, then the murmur of water. I open my eyes to see smiles, welcoming gestures, a turquoise sea, rocks ranging from ochre to purple, deep wadis where torrents burst forth, orange dunes, white sandy beaches where tiny crabs scurry at full speed. I see incredible oases emerging between arid mountains. I see abandoned villages that I’d dream were full of life, imposing fortresses overlooking valleys, and lively souks where offers are delicate and negotiation is a mutual courtesy.

All that, and so much more.

This is what I tried to capture in my illustrated travel journal, which I’ll fill in here and there with photos. I drew this journal “cold,” after my return (actually, I made it this summer, while our trip was last winter). It’s a pretty special format—I bought it in Japan without really knowing what I’d do with it. Well, it found its purpose! Below is a photo of this accordion-style journal: here, it’s only partially open, because when fully unfolded, it’s 5 meters long!



For drawing enthusiasts: The accordion format is both a constraint (each sheet is 9 cm x 27 cm) and a freedom (you can create a fresco). The paper is also a bit special: it doesn’t allow for fine lines, but it takes ink well (liner pen). However, everything has to be done almost in one go (with a very light pencil sketch) because it erases poorly. It absorbs too much water for coloring with markers or watercolors (unless you avoid soaking it), but it works well with oil pastels and their use with a brush and solvent. Since it’s yellowish, it allowed me to create contrasts even with white pastel.

On the right, the "welcome marker"—those dates offered everywhere as a sign of hospitality. On the left, a tribute to those stunning doors worn by time, admired all over the old quarters, including the abandoned ones.



Oman is one of the world’s largest producers of frankincense resin. Incense burners are everywhere, from the simplest clay ones to the most precious handcrafted silver ones...

Hospitality will often lead you to accept a small coffee, an "Omani coffee," very light, subtly flavored with cardamom, maybe a touch of saffron, and occasionally rosewater. Here, I’ve depicted a man in the common everyday attire of Omanis: the dishdasha, mostly white (during the week and daytime; colors are more common in the evening or on Fridays and Saturdays). While you’ll see some men dressed in Western clothes, they’re very few. The white dishdasha is truly the shared attire of all men. The dishdasha, which has no hood, is distinguished by a small pom-pom attached to the collar, the furakha, which is soaked in perfume. And believe me, Omanis go overboard with it! "It smells like the pom-pom" is an expression that’s now part of our shared language, my husband and I. Another must of men’s attire is the kuma, a small round head covering, usually white with brightly colored patterns. The keffiyeh is also worn (but without the cord called an agal in Arab countries), and it’s mostly worn by those with roots in the desert, from what I understood. And what about the women, you might ask? Some are veiled, some in full black (but not a burka—more like a chador + abaya), due to the influence of Saudi Arabia and the United Arab Emirates, whereas the traditional outfit used to be a layering of very colorful dresses. Most of the women we saw wore neutral clothing, a plain veil over their hair, but with their faces uncovered. We also saw many saris and colorful veils—don’t forget that 40% of the population consists of Indian, Nepalese, and Bangladeshi immigrants, who work a lot in tourism, hospitality, restaurants, services, and construction. Just to clarify, as a tourist, there’s no pressure to wear a veil, and never any disapproving looks. Of course, you’ll save the mini shorts, plunging necklines, bare shoulders, and midriffs for the hotel terrace—but I’d say that’s the same for men and women, and with the sun being strong, it’s better for your skin too. Here’s the introduction! In the next post, I’ll tell you about my itinerary, and we can dive in!

Hi everyone,

I’m sharing a little recap of this new 4-week trip to China—nothing fancy, just my experience.

We’re taking advantage of the extended visa exemption to return to China for the 4th time. I loved last summer’s trip so much that I’m a bit worried about being disappointed this year. Plus, I’ve had a few hiccups before this departure: my WeChat account got blocked, and I couldn’t recover it (luckily, Alipay still works fine); I couldn’t verify my 12306 account for weeks; Trip.com failed to book our second train; and I’ve got an injury that’ll slow me down during the trip... Ugh, I hate starting a trip with these kinds of issues. Then, oh surprise! Just before leaving, my 12306 account got verified! Super easy to use from that point on—I could book a few train tickets without fees.

We’re sticking with Free’s e-SIMs, which work great in China.

August 2–3

Anyway, on the morning of August 2nd, we took the RER to CDG. As usual, we couldn’t check in online. It’s always a bit frustrating, especially since we didn’t have any checked luggage. We flew with Air China. We arrived at the check-in counter at 9:50 AM, 2 hours and 40 minutes before the flight. The line for our check-in stretched 300 meters across the airport in both directions. What a joke!! We spent 1 hour and 45 minutes in that line just to reach the counter and get our boarding passes. By then, it was 11:35 AM, and boarding had already started at 11:20 AM. The screens showed a 25-minute walk to our gate—on the other side of the airport, of course—plus we had to go through passport control and security... Long story short, the plane didn’t leave without us 🙂 We boarded among the last passengers, and we took off at 12:30 PM. We’d flown Air China four times before, but this time, it felt *really* low-cost. The check-in chaos, the cramped seats (12 seats per row), no music by artists known outside China, mediocre food, and a boarding area at Beijing Airport with only 10 seats—worthy of Ryanair or EasyJet. And yet, the price was sky-high. Again, D.’s vacation requests were denied outside of July and August, so we’re traveling from August 2nd to 30th. We couldn’t have picked a worse time for inflated prices, and with the situation in Iran, we got hit with a 390 € fuel surcharge. I’ve never paid so much for flights—I felt like I’d bought business class, but nope, far from it!!

We landed in Beijing around 4:15 AM. It was 28°C with thick fog. We drove and drove and drove for 20 minutes, as usual in Beijing. Then we went through a first check, a second check, a third check, and waited for our connecting flight at 6:40 AM. A small Airbus A320, but way more space than in the Boeing 777 from the first flight. We landed in Kunming, Yunnan, around 10:15 AM in the rain.

We headed to the subway. You can’t pay at the machines with Alipay here either, so we set up the transport QR code directly in Alipay to scan at the subway gates. The process is a bit long the first time if you haven’t entered your info before, but once it’s done, it’s *so* much easier! We took Line 6 to the terminus for 6 yuan each.

We’d booked a hotel nearby, on the 16th floor. It’s actually studios on different floors of a huge residential building. The view’s pretty nice from here. We settled in quickly—back to those wooden beds, or rather, mattresses as hard as wood, which we *hadn’t* missed... Then we went out for our first bowl of noodles of the trip and wandered through the shopping streets of the old town.



It was crowded, and the weather was cool—around 19–20°C. We tried a local specialty: milk skin, thick, dried, then grilled with rose jam. Yeah... we won’t be having that again. The taste and texture of the milk skin... no thanks.



We saw a lot of wild mushroom hotpot too. It’s on our list for later. We also passed through the Jinma and Biji gates, where I played with reflections in puddles. I *love* doing that 🙂



At the end of the day, we headed to a temple advertised as open 24/7 on Amap. Of course, when we got there, it was closed. We’ll go back tomorrow. That was the first of many disappointments with Amap this trip—I hadn’t had that issue on previous visits.

We were exhausted after that sleepless flight. Night was falling, and we decided to grab a quick bite without much appetite. We shared a delicious vegetable fried rice for 12 yuan—we even left half of it. The portions are *huge*.

After a couple of small purchases, we headed back at 9 PM, wiped out, after walking 17 km between the airports and these first steps in Kunming. I expected to see quite a few Western travelers here, but we didn’t spot a single one. Instead, we met lots of curious Chinese people, many of them super friendly and helpful—almost *too* eager, like when they’d run to serve us as fast as possible. It’s a bit much, but it’s great to be back!

Est-ce qu'il y a des bns stop de motos sur les rocheusses?

salut je vient du quebec jai 18ans je travail presentement a edmonton mais je veux partir pour les rocheuse (banff canmore jaser...) le plutot possible jai faxer bcp de cv jai appeller a bcp de place mais tlm me dit la meme chose: ya pas bcp de job ces temps ci ces slow blabla ...est ce que cest vrai ? est ce que cest si difficile que sa trouver une job (hotel, restaurent..) ces temps ci dans les rocheuse ? si ces facile de trouver du travail je peut venir la semaine prochaine avec environ 600$ (est ce que cest asser pour survive avec le minimum le temps de se trouver une job?) je suis tanner de chercher sur internet des job jai fait plein de site et de demarche mais sa donne rien. tk jespere avoir des reponse et des avis merci davance. Renaud

nous arrivons du salvador. Pays tres chaud, nourriture excellente, tres propre, par contre la plage est tres decevante. Tres petite et tres rocheuse. pas moyen de s'y baigner. A moin de se rendre a la plage prive de l'hotel qui prend 35 minutes pour y aller en autobus. Ne prenez pas le voyage de peche en haute mer, qui n'est vraiment pas pret, pour le touriste.

bonjour je pars la semaine prochaine passer une petite semaine de vacances en catalogne je logerais a l escala connaissez vous des bons endroits dans les environs pour pratiquer le snorkeling ? merci d avance

Bonjour,

Je viens à vous car nous projetons un voyage itinérant au Portugal fin avril et début mai. Nous apprécions particulièrement la côte, mais plutôt rocheuse que des grandes plages de sable. Nous souhaitons également visiter Porto et Lisboa. Avez vous quelques étapes, adresses, sites de rando, campings pour Porto et Lisboa, etc..., à nous suggérer?

D'avance merci beaucoup 🙂

Bonjour a tous voila je prepare un voyage en normandie et depuis quelques jours je recherche une location mais je ne sais pas ou chercher . je cherche une ville ou village pres de là cote et si possible une cote rocheuse dans le departement de la manche je sais qu'il y a de grande plage de sable (debarquement ) mais je voudrais du depaysement . Donc si vous pouviez m'indiquer une zone ou un site ou concentrer mes recherches ? Merci 😉

Bonjour,

Je pense partir en algérie, dans le désert, pendant 1 ou 2 semaines en novembre. mais quel est le niveau de sécurité au sahara, pres des frontière avec le niger et la libye? (bien sur ca peut changer...)

J'aime les désert où il y a du minéral : montagne, formations rocheuse..., le tout diversifié avec des désert de sable, et si possible des points d'eau (oui j'ai vu qu'il en existe pour certains circuits). Je pense alors au Tassili du hoggar, au tassili n'ajjet, et l'immidir. que me conseilleriez vous ? Comme les distances sont longues et que j'aimerai bien pouvoir voir plusieurs endroits, j'opterai plutot pour une combinaison entre la marche et les transfert en 4*4.

Je pars seule et étant une femme, me conseillez vous plutot de prendre les agences en france (genre allibert, club aventure... ) et quelles agence ? ou bien il suffit de prendre un vol sec, puis de me rendre dans une ville (MAIS LAQUELLE ?) en taxi ou bus, puis choisir une agence ?

Pour moi, l'interet de prendre une agence sur place, serait de trouver un compagnon de voyage et du coup d'avoir bcp de liberté durant la rando. Mais bon, est ce que c'est moins cher qu'une agence depuis paris ? est ce que ce serait une agence qui peut garantir autant de serieux et de securité ?

Merci à vous

OceanieNew

Je ferai escale à Andalsnes avec le costa Pacifica, et je voudrai un conseil sur l'excursion à prendre: - Tollstigheim;Route de l'atlantique (demi journée ) ;ou de Molde à Andalsnes(journée)? - Est ce que celle de Trollstigheim comprend également la visite de la fameuse paroi rocheuse verticale à pic: le mur des trolls ou Trollwall?

Bonjour, je souhaite aller à Fuenteventura est-ce que quelqu'un peux me dire qu'elle est la plage la plus belle de l'ile ? car ainsi je pourrais réserver mon hotel à cet endroit merci pour vos réponses

bonjour, je ne connais pas l'Italie. Je suis allé à luriseurs reprises en Italie du Nord, Venise, Florence, en hiver ou automne mais ne suis jamais allée l'été sur la côte. Cette année, j'ai envie de tenter mais je crains d'être déçue par la foule. J'aime la côte rocheuse et les villages loin des boites de nuit et irais bien sur les bords de l'Adriatique. Est-ce qelqun connait la région des "Pouilles"? J'ai regardé les locations et suis surprise par les prix bp moins élevés qu'en Corse ? .. Merci pour toutes vos infos et bons plans 😏

Bonjour, Nous sommes 2 couples dans la début trentaine et nous partons dans la semaine du 9 mars. Nous savons pas trop ou allé ont hésite entre riviera maya et punta cana. J'ai vue dans des commentaires que riviera maya les plages sont beaucoup rocheuse et que punta cana il y avait la malaria. Alors on hésite beaucoup. On cherche un hotel avec une belle plage, chambre propre ainsi que de la bonne nourriture et dans un hotel avec un peu d'animation le soir. Et un 4* en montant avec un budget d'environ 1300$. J'attend vos suggestions, Merci!!!

Bonjour j'aimerais avoir des informations sur cet hotel .Je voudrais savoir si la plage est belle devant cet hotel et aussiest il pret de la ville de trinidad merci.

bonjour nous voudrions partir au mois de juillet et nous voulions savoir si quelqu un pourrait nous renseigner sur le temps qu'il peut faire

une autre petite question concernant la plage du paraiso beach ou lindo la mer est telle agreable ou rocheuse?

et des activites tel que xcaret et xeh la sont elles proposés j attend de vos reponses et je vous remercie par avance

bonjour, l 'hotel royal decameron salinatas (el salvador ) est maintenant ouvert, j`aimerais avoir des infos de quelqu`un qui est de retour du salvador. Merci d àvance.

décidemment, je ne sais plus vers quoi m'enligner!!!! quelqu'un est-il allé récemment au Playa Turquesa???? Je sais qu'il y a un long escalier pour la plage mais, la nourriture est-elle bonne? La plage est-elle belle (ou rocheuse + algues???)

merci. 🤪