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Fêtes de fin d'année à Madagascar English translation pending
by Mouse · 2005-10-23 · 13 replies
bonjour a tous voila je part le 28 novembre pour un mois et demi a madagascar 😎 et je me demander comment cela se passe pour les fete de fin d annee surtout je serais interresais par les coutumes locales je ne sais pas encore dans quelle region me diriger que me conseiller vous pour cette periode du 28.11.05 au 12.01.06 je connais un tout petit peut mada ses taxi brousse sa chaleur humaine le sud j usqu a fianar manakara l est andasibe la route des contrebandier st marie ben voila a vous maintenant🙂
Apprendre le mandarin sur le net English translation pending
by Lula · 2005-10-14 · 13 replies
Bonjour! Je sais, c'est utopique, mais j'aimerais commencer à apprendre le mandarin, grâce à internet. Connaitriez-vous un site, gratos, avec des cours? Vous allez me dire "c'est difficile, déjà avec un prof, alors seule?". je sais. J'ai pourtant appris ainsi les bases de l'écriture / lecture et prononciation du parsi et je m'en suis ps si mal tirée. Merci pour vos conseils.
Est-ce le monde qui est fou ou bien moi?? English translation pending
by Elsie · 2005-10-07 · 21 replies
On m'a dit un jour : tu sauras que tu es saine d'esprit, le jour ou tu te demanderas " est-ce que c'est moi qui est folle ou alors tout le reste du monde??" Voilà, c'est la question existentielle que je me pose...En fait, je crois que c'est pour ça que je voyage, pour constater que la vie est bien plus que ce qu'on essaie de me faire croire, que les gens sont fous de ne pas voir la réalité : que tout n'est qu'inconnu, aussi effrayant que cela puisse paraître, que tous ce que nous "croyons savoir" n'est qu'illusion, que la vie n'a aucun sens, qu'il faut arrêter de chercher : tout est là, en nous. Qu'il faut cesser de croire que tel ou tel chose nous affecte : on décide d'être affecté, et on a toujours le choix de l'être ou non. On décide d'être heureux, on a toujours le choix de l'être ou non. Mais tout le monde semble choisir de ne pas l'être.

Mais voilà, pourquoi j'écris un post alors que je crois que tout les pouvoirs sont en nous et que personne ne peut rien pour nous parce que nos idées, elles sont dans notre tête et on dans celle des autre?? C'est que de tout ça je ne suis pas assez convaincue encore...je suis en ce moment plus heureuse que jamais et pourtant je n'ai jamais été aussi seule... tout le monde me tourne le dos en me traitant d'égoiste...plus j'avance, plus je m'éloigne de ceux que j'aime ou plutôt croit aimer....Tout ça me semble contradictoire alors je me demande vraiment : est-ce eux qui sont fous ou bien moi???
La Mongolie à cheval English translation pending
by Tidenver · 2005-09-13 · 8 replies
Bonjour😏 je souhaite partir en mongolie avec ma copine par nos propres moyens mais a cheval. je voudrait donc des conseils, de l'aide, des bons plans... merci😉
Prix des taxis à Bangkok English translation pending
by LeRuffian · 2005-08-14 · 15 replies
La derniere fois, nous avons payé, après une petite négo, 300 baths un taxi meter pour 3 personnes de l'aéroport au quartier de Siam. Les péages des voies rapides (heure de pointe) et celui de l'entrée dans le quartier de Siam étaient à la charge du chauffeur.

Etait-ce le juste prix? Aurait-on payé moins cher en lui imposant le meter? Acceptent-ils facilement d'utiliser le meter?
Full moon sur la muraille de Chine? English translation pending
by Loicchard · 2005-06-11 · 15 replies
re,

dites donc les travellers-technoides, parait il qu'il y aurait des full moon party sur la muraille de chine ( y'aurait meme eu un reportage la dessus!!! hihihihi).... quelqu'un pourrait confirmer ou aurait des infos la dessus ????
Petit Article sur Ushuaia English translation pending
by Herge · 2005-04-19 · 15 replies
Voila un petit article que j ai relevé ce matin dans la presse locale et qui me fait un peu rigoler concernant Ushuaia ou plutot comme je l apelle " UshuaiaLand, ou le merveilleux monde magique de la pompe a fric la plus australe du monde ! " Comment faire pour gagner encore plus d argent ?

Ushuaia n a rien d exceptionel, a part bien sur sa situation de ville la plus au sud, mais sinon rien d autre d'interressant .

Ces paysages ?, tout depend si vous y arrivez par la route, voila deja 2000 km que vous traversez de grande etendues vierges a perte de vue, et 500 km que vous voyez deja des montagnes a droite et a gauche....une fois que vous etes donc a Ushuaia, vous n etes donc pas trop depaysés !

Le probleme c'est que le gouvernement chilien vient de se mettre dans la tete de construire de toute piece une nouvelle ville encore plus au sud ( toujours sur la Terre de Feu ), donc voila qu'a 100 km de la, nous aurons d ici peu, une nouvelle pompe a fric a neuneus. Alors que va devenir Ushuaia dans 5 ou 10 ans ? il y a de grande chance que les vendeurs de carte postale, de babioles a mettre sur la tele ou au mur et d excursion sur la canal de Beagle demenagent pour s instaler coté chilien ! ( cote chilien il y a aussi les memes montagnes, le meme canal, les memes pingouins ( ah les traites ! ) et le meme froid ). Et du coup les neuneus irons depenser les USD et autres Euros de l autre cote ....( ah ben zut alors dit le maire d Ushuaia ) Ushuaia, la pompe a neuneus la plus austral encore pour 5 ans ! Voila donc que le gouverneur de la Terre de Feu et le maire de Ushuaia essayent de toutes leurs forces de trouver quelque chose que "les autres chiliens" n auraient pas ! Et hop voila comment vient de naitre ce dernier week end le "festival del fin del mundo" festival de musique classique..ben oui pourquoi pas ? de plus sous le patronage de la ville de Salzburg ( la, ils ont fait fort !, le cote "serieux" est sauvé! ) ...maintenant il faut souhaiter que la mayonnaise prenne ! Et que bientot le "In du In" de Londres a Monaco en passant par Zurich sera de dire "ahhhhhhhhh en avril je vais au Festival d Ushuaiaaaaaa !", ca epatera la galerie de tous vos amiiiisssssssss ! Bon, on en n est pas encore la ! Le service Marketing Argentin habitutuelement bonne pour la promotion de la "pompe australe" dans les salons de tourismes au 4 coins du monde, a cette fois totalement raté le 1er festival de musique classique puisque reconnaissent les organisateurs : " la mayoría de los espectadores son fueguinos ( de la Terre de Feu ) y argentinos llegados, sobre todo, desde La Pampa, Buenos Aires, Santa Cruz y Río Negro.............donc cote etranger c'est plutot raté !. En Argentine, le touriste etranger doit representer seulement 15 % des recettes obtenues ( 85 % restant provenant de touristes argentins ) ...or a Ushuaia .... les etrangers representent "le" tourisme ( pas cons les argentins...eux, ils n y vont pas ! ) ...63% d etranger pour seulement 37 % d argentins ......190.000 visiteurs en 2004 ( pour un patelin de 30.000 hab.....la majorite d ailleurs etant que des saisonniers venant de Bsas ou d ailleurs pour faire marcher la pompe ) ............ a ce sujet sachez qu en 1932, il y avait quelques baraque en bois et 1.400 hab ( des pecheurs et des employes de l etat ).... donc Ushuaia c est Avoriaz sur la Canal de Beagle...hotel, souvenir, hotel, bar, resto, hotel, souvenir, discotheque et hotel..... Cote argent, chaque visiteur depense 350 pesos sur place en moyenne ......c'est nul dit le maire, on peut mieux faire, on peux mieux pomper ! Le festival de Salzburg pompe entre 2500 et 3000 USD par pompé ( chiffre du dernier festival autichien ), c'est pourquoi outre le patronage de ce festival europeen, c'est aussi des administrateurs autrichiens qui ont debarqué a UshuaiaLand pour "tout mettre en place" en premiere ligne : Brigitte Weissengruber qui travaille aussi au ministere de la culture a Vienne. Voila pourquoi les autorites locales esperent passer de 190.000 visiteurs en 2004 a ........260.000 en 2010 .... grace en autre au merveilleux "festival del fin del mundo".......a moins que d ici la, le " Super Avoriaz chilien", peut etre baptisé "Ushuaia II", precipite la "pompe" a son etat de 1932 !....et une nouvelle ville fantome naitra ..........resteront les pingouins ! A Bientot ! Herge !
billet pas cher pour la mongolie English translation pending
by Lalla · 2005-04-08 · 5 replies
slt a tous

je recherche une agence ou une compagnie aerienne qui proposeraient des vols pas trop chers pour la Mongolie cet ete.

merci
Europe de l'Est: monnaie européenne ou monnaie locale? English translation pending
by Dems · 2005-03-01 · 15 replies
bonjour à tous et toutes

je prépare un petit voyage à vélo en europe et j'aimerais savoir si on peux régler ses frais en euros et dans ce cas il n'est point besoin de changer de l'argent je devrais passer en slovenie croatie hongrie slovaquie et tchéquie

merci pour vos réponses et/ou conseils

a+
Akassia Swiss resort El Quseir English translation pending
by Exocet17 · 2005-02-25 · 38 replies
Bonsoir à tous,

Je cherche des renseignements sur l'hôtel AKASSIA SWISS RESORT à El Quseir. Ai-je fait le bon choix ? et savez vous s'il existe un club de plongée Français dans les environs de cet hôtel. Savez vous qqchose sur le club implanté dans l'hôtel ? sérieux, aimable, pros, etc...

Merci pour vos tuyaux.
Lieux incontournables à New York??? English translation pending
by Pp06 · 2005-02-21 · 16 replies
Bonjour à tous, je pars à NYC début mai, et j'aimerais connaitre les lieux que vous considérez comme incontournables, sachant que j'y reste 1 semaine, et que je suis intéréssé par plein de choses qui vont de la culture aux virées nocturnes en passant par tout ce que vous me suggérerez!!!

Je logerais à Manhattan et je comptes bien beaucoup bouger !

Alors, jattend vos infos, faut que j'en ai assez pour être totalement épuisé en rentrant 😉 !

Merci à tous, Phil
Voyage de Noces à Bali? English translation pending
by Themis23 · 2005-02-09 · 19 replies
Bonjour à tous,

Voilà, nous comptons partir en voyage de noces debut juillet mais nous hésitons énormément sur la destination.

Nous aimerions partir en Asie, dans un endroit complétement dépaysant, . Ce qui nous intéresse avant tout ce sont les curiosités naturelles. les paysages grandioses. On nous a parlé d'un circuit de 15 jours à Bali. Qu'en pensez vous. Est ce un endroit paradisiaque?

Merci de nous aider, il serait temps de réserver!

Thems
La Colombie à vélo English translation pending
by Liberté · 2005-01-13 · 17 replies
Bonjours tous le monde .

Je suis actuellement au Costa Rica et poursuis ma descente sur l amérique du sud. J arriverai certainement pour le mois de mars a Cartagéne, en COlombie. Je compte ensuite traverser tous le pays jusque a Equateur.. com d hab, a vélo ! Donc si vous avez quelques tuyos utiles, vécus, adresses... sur la COlombie, je prends tou ! Je dois dire que je trépigne d impatience d arriver en COlombie, heureux de pouvoir enfin palper l ambiance, tant appréciée par ceux qui y sont allés et tant redoutée par ceux qui n y ont jamais mis les pieds !! brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr !

Gracias

ALain jaquier
Descente du gange en kayak (Inde) English translation pending
by Bikeman · 2004-11-23 · 15 replies
salut a tous

voici un projet qui me trotte dans la tete depuis quelques temps

descendre le gange de sa source a son delta (quelques part au bangladesh).

voici quelques questions

ou est sa source (je pense qu'elle est a richikesh, mais est elle la ou un peu plus haute?)

est ce que c'est navigable tout de suite (j'imagine que quand on est dans la pleine y a plus qu'a pagailler pour avancer).

si non pour le reste, je me debrouillerais bien (je, suis déja aller 4 fois en inde dont un tour de 8000 kms en vélo donc je vois a peu pres l'effervécence que provoquera l'embarquation)

merci pour les renseignements
Tourisme alternatif à Parana (Argentine) English translation pending
by Herge · 2004-11-19 · 1 reply
Nos joyeux amis belges Mark Rowerelsht et Anna Vannaelst de passage dans cette charmante ville de Parana ( prov de Entre Rios ) ont connu les joies du "tourisme alternatif" . En effet quelle bonne idee de sortir des sentiers battus mercredi dernier en plein apres midi en s'aventurant sur la costanera paraerense proche de la Prefecture dans une ruelle etroite. O joie ! les voila decouvrant le tourime alternatif de la "zona peligrosa". Trois hommes les ont aimablement delesté de leur appareil photo, d'un sac a main et d un sac banane...de plus leur celulaire, un jeu d'echec, un guide touristique de l Argentine et trois bouquins feront surement le bonheur de quelques enfants des villas miserias allentours. Remercions donc nos charmants voyageurs d avoir participé a l'amelioration des conditions sociales des habitants de certains quartiers defavorises. Nos trois paraerenses ont meme eu jusqu a la delicatesse de laisser les passeports, les billets d avions et meme les dollars aux mains des belges......Pour vous montrer leur totale honneteté, ils n ont pris que quelques pesos . ( incroyable n est ce pas...mais serait ce la une maniere de donner la bienvenue aux touristes ? )......cependant dans la province de Entre rios ( comme dans celle de Corrientes ), la reputation de l'extreme rudesse de ses habitants c'est tout de meme confirmé une fois de plus, car nos trois hommes n'ont pu s'empecher ( peut etre par habitude ) de frapper un peu a l'aide de batons ( coutume locale de bienvenue, aussi employée en milieu familial pour regler les desaccords ) Le jeune belge arborrant un anneau a l oreille ( tres en vogue en Europe....parmis les jeunes se voulant jeunes )..symbole d un affranchissement qui n'a en aucun cas emu les trois paraerenses ( pourtant eux aussi tres affranchis...mais bien plus dans l'affranchissement reel et quotidien, que dans celui virtuel des banlieues chics de Brussels ou de Gand ). Bref, l'anneau a plu et un bout d oreille est parti avec ( ca me rapelle un vieux post sur ce forum ou on me demandait si le percing etait mal percu et dangereux en Argentine.....j ai osé dire que "oui", et j ai recu de nombreuses reponses me desapprouvant.) La jeune belge a eu aussi le doigt entaillé pour une question de bague ne sortant pas assez vite ! Voyageurs ! Voyageuses ! si vous passez dans le coin de Parana, allez surtout du cote de villa "El Morro" , on vous y attend ! Bref, et serieusement ......... 1) les celulaires, laissez les en Europe 2) Appareil photo jamais a la vue de tous 3) l argent toujours dans le pantalon, preparez toujours quelques pesos entre 20 et 50 ARS dans un endroit pour filer a vos agresseurs ( ou aussi quelque fois a la police locale ) en cas d agression en jurant que vous n'avez rien d'autre sur vous. 3) si franchement vous ne connaissez pas les us et coutumes du coin, ne sortez pas des zones touristiques. ( encore moins a aller s'aventurer vers les villas miserias ) 4) Laissez aussi tout ce qui peux etre gourmettes, chaines, bagues, mais aussi PERCING et montres au placard . 5) Serieux, je regrette vraiment ce qui a pu arriver a Mark et a Anna, mais la ils ont vraiment tout cumuler.....et franchement je vais meme leur dire ( si des personnes les connaissent et peuvent leur faire parvenir se post ) ....ils ont eu BEAUCOUP de chance....s ils etaient tombés reellement sur des professionels ( dans les banlieues de Buenos Aires ) en ce moment ils seraient "secuestrados" ( kidnappés ) avec demande de rançon. ALORS A TOUS : FAITES GAFFES ! que les erreurs de certains profitent a tous ! A bientot ! Herge !
Quel hôtel pour voyage de noces? English translation pending
by Nikol79 · 2004-09-13 · 12 replies
Bonjour à tous,

Je me marie le 2 octobre 2004 et nous avons choisi la République Dominicaine pour aller prendre un repos bien mérité (sûrement au mois de janvier) !

Par contre c'est bien difficile de choisir un hôtel !!!

Après avoir parcouru le site et des bouquins d'agences de voyage, on s'est arrêté sur les hôtels suivants: Natura Park Eco Resort and Spa Bavaro Caribe Club Iberostar Bavaro Paradisus Punta Cana

Que nous conseillez-vous ? (et toute autre idée serait la bienvenue !
Article sur le pseudo humanitaire English translation pending
by Philobate · 2004-08-10 · 222 replies
Bonjour

Ce poste va déranger, j'en suis sûr ... Je ne suis pas le créateur de l'article et je l'ai trouvé sur un autre site internet de voyage (ouais, je sais, j'ai fait une infidélité à VF)...

Un article du journal "La Croix":

"La truelle et le crayon" par Odon Vallet

Avec l’été voici le retour des voyages humanitaires, versions ethnologiques des safaris photos. En un mois, des jeunes croient pouvoir découvrir et secourir des populations inconnues et des civilisations ignorées. Ils vont aider des gens dont ils ne parlent pas la langue et méconnaissent les mœurs. Les résultats sont consternants. Tel groupe d’étudiants construit une école au Vietnam alors que pas un ne sait manier la truelle : les murs ne tiennent pas debout. Tel autre va lutter contre le sida en Afrique avec des affichettes représentant des phallus géants : il scandalise la population. Tel autre encore fait du soutien scolaire au Togo pendant les vacances d’été : les lycéens togolais étant aux champs pour gagner un peu d’argent, les tuteurs français ne soutiennent pas grand monde. Et avec le prix d’un seul billet d’avion aller retour Paris – Lomé, on peut faire vivre quatre élèves africains pendant un an. Certains de ces jeunes amènent du matériel scolaire inutile ou mal adapté qu’il aurait été moins coûteux d’acheter sur place. D’autres offrent des cédéroms à des écoles qui n’ont même pas l’électricité. Voici trente ans, un ministre français voulait sauver l’Afrique en parachutant des ordinateurs dans la brousse. Mais des petits écoliers africains n’ont toujours pas de quoi acheter des cahiers et des crayons au bazar du coin. Les organismes sérieux, comme la Délégation catholique à la coopération, se méfient de cette charité estivale et proposent aux jeunes de vraies missions d’un ou deux ans précédés d’une solide formation. Nombre de congrégations religieuses assaillies de demandes aussi brouillonnes que généreuses, ne savent plus quoi répondre. Il serait dommage de décevoir l’altruisme des jeunes, mais il serait tout aussi regrettable de gaspiller leurs ardeurs par des efforts inutiles et de dilapider leur enthousiasme par des gestes inefficaces. Il faudra donc inventer de nouvelles formes de solidarité conciliant spiritualité, générosité, efficacité. Ce sera long et difficile si l’on en juge par le déclin de la persévérance et la montée de l’éphémère. Il y a cent ans, un missionnaire partait pour sa vie entière dans une contrée où l’attendait sa tombe. Il y a vingt ans, un coopérant partait vers un pays où il enseignait durant deux années scolaires. Aujourd’hui des étudiants partent pour un mois, soit la moitié de leurs vacances. Il faudra renverser la vapeur en se souvenant qu’un mois, c’était la durée d’un Paris – Saigon à l’époque des steamers et d’un Paris – Dakar au temps des marines à voiles."

Inutile de vous dire que je suis d'accord avec l'article ...

Philo
Les médecines douces et les voyages English translation pending
by Sistanoemie · 2004-07-13 · 8 replies
Bonjour à tous,

je suis une jeune fille de 21 ans qui se souvient de ses rêves d'enfant et qui voudrait vraiment les réaliser: je voudrais être guérisseuse (aujourd'hui on dit naturopathe) et voyager, faire le tour du monde. est-ce compatible? Connaissez vous des gens qui peuvent m'aider, m'éclairer? Je voudrais apprendre en voyageant, faire le tour du monde des médecines douces, mais là je sors de la fac, je suis lancée dans le vide et je ne sais pas comment m'y prendre, par où commencer... snif ... mais j'abandonnerais pas, jamais ... quelqu'un peut il m'indiquer un chemin, une piste, un contact pour commencer, m'aider à me lancer, m'ouvrir une voie, SVP ? Merci beaucoup.
Vietnam: risque de malaria ou pas? English translation pending
by Bellicorne · 2004-06-15 · 30 replies
Je pars au Vietnam en août 2004 et je ne peux pas prendre de medicaments contre la malaria car je serai peut-être enceinte? Sont-ils necessaires? Y a t-il un vrai risque d'infection? Merci. Elisa [
Pourquoi je flippe? English translation pending
by Neil · 2004-05-15 · 35 replies
salut à tous, . Depuis quelques temps j'hésite à m'exprimer mais aujourd'hui je me décide, je me lance même si c'est pas évident pour moi.....

J'ai effectué le premier voyage de ma vie l'année dernière en Inde du nord avec ma meilleure amie......je suis tombée amoureuse et sous le charme de ce pays pour plusieurs raisons.Depuis mon retour en France qui maintenant dâte de 9 mois, je n'ai qu'une idée en tête et qu'une pensée qui se transforme en obsession celle de repartir et de recommencer cette aventure SEULE dans le sud de l'Inde....

j'ai eu une période où je flippais vraiment car je doutais d'être capable de le faire, cela m'a amené à penser s'il fallait pas que j'annule(pensée qui n'a duré qu'une minute, je précise!)....ces moments d'incertitudes et de frousse m'ont poussés à vouloir tout controler jusqu'au moindre détail et à tout niveau..... le fait de devancer ce qu'il pouvait m'arriver faisait que j'augmentais mes peurs parce qu'évidemment elles sont incontrolables et que l'on ne peut rien prévoir, c'est au jour le jour que l'on vit, je sais bien, mais mon caractère est tellement prudent qu'il m'en fait voir de toutes les couleurs parfois!😕....

le temps passe, maintenant j'ai le sentiment d'impatience, j'arrête de me documenter (car c'était excessif), je ne m'occupe plus de mon voyage et je ne pense plus à tout ce qu'il pourrait m'arriver ou autre, je repense à ces moments d'émerveillement en Inde ....je me laisse bercer et on verra le moment venu!

seul petit hic! et c'est là que je me dis que l'être humain est vraiment bien fait, malgrès toutes les bonnes volontés, mes rêves sont là pour me rappeler qu'au fond de moi je flippe toujours quelque part.....

POURQUOI TANT DE CRAINTES....?
Sénégal: village Djembe à M'Bour English translation pending
by Satine3434 · 2004-04-16 · 9 replies
Bonjour

Qqun connait -il ce village, le Club Djembé / Djembé Beach ? j'ai envie d'y passer 15 jours debut juillet, et j'aimerais bien avoir qques infos.

Merci d'avance😉
500........ English translation pending
by Alan · 2003-12-09 · 35 replies
Champagne virtuel......c'est mon 500 ème post...! 🙂

Merci à Voyageforum pour le rêve procuré à chaque fois que je me branche, mais surtout merci à tous ceux qui me font rêver sur ce forum et avec qui je partage de nombreuses émotions, et je voudrais par l'intermédiaire des prénoms qui ont enfanté vos pseudos, vous remercier, et surtout :

- Askar, Azertyx, Benoît, Bragon, Chantal, Chrystel, Djamila, Emilie, Fabrice, François, Gene, Gérard, Globe, Grobi, Isabelle, Jacques ( les deux ), Jean, Jean Sébastien, José, Josée, Julien, Laurent, Marie, Marie-Christine, Marie Noelle, Memphre, Monique, Nancy, Oliv, Philippe, Sandrine, Serge, Thibaut, Véronique, Vincent, Yannick, YouY, Yves.....et pardon si j'ai oublié quelqu'un....

Pour les autres, je ne demande qu'à mieux vous connaître.....

Mes prochains posts auront toujours la même teneur, à savoir de concilier voyage et découvertes des autres par le respect que l'on doit à la nature et aux hommes qui nous accueillent chez eux....

Bonne route,
Premier séjour en Thaïlande English translation pending
by Pistache · 2003-10-13 · 21 replies
Bonjour !!

Le 27/11 nous partons pour la 1è fois durant 17 jours à Bangkok, mais mis à part l’avion, nous n’avons toujours rien réservé comme logement, et je dois avouer que ça me stresse un peu 😠… Est-il vraiment nécessaire de faire ça à l’avance ou est-ce qu’on pourra trouver quelque chose sur place sans trop de problèmes ? Il ne nous faut pas spécialement un cinq étoiles, tant que c’est propre, et bien situé, on est content…

On ne sait pas non plus exactement combien de jours consacrer à Bangkok, ni ce qu’il faut visiter en priorité aux alentours. Ce qui est clair, c'est qu'on voudrait voir un maximum de choses sans pour autant faire des distances énormes, la visite du Nord du pays sera pour un autre séjour…

Par contre on voudrait aussi se reposer quelques jours sur une île, notamment pour suivre des cours de plongées, nous avons repéré Kho Tao dans un guide qui nous semble être spécialisé dans la matière. Première question : point de vue logement, faut-il réserver à l’avance ? On parle de bungalow à louer, ça peut être sympa, mais est-ce facile à trouver, et pas trop cher ? Et deuxième question : comment peut-on se rendre le plus facilement de Bangkok vers cette île (ou vers une autre île si vous avez mieux à proposer) ?

Je vous remercie beaucoup pour votre attention et pour vos conseils !!!! 😉😉
2 free days between Hanoi and Bac Ha: what to do?
by Ced86 · 2026-07-04 · 5 replies
Hi there, we’re currently in Mai Chau and tomorrow we’re hitting the road back to Hanoi to head up toward Bac Ha and Sapa. We haven’t really had a set plan since we arrived—we’ve already done the Halong Bay on land and by sea. I’ve got 2 free days before heading to Bac Ha and Sapa. Any tips? Thanks, and looking forward to hearing from you.
Practical aspects spring 2026: border to Murmansk, to Pskov, SIM cards, internet.
by Esantirulo · 2026-03-28 · 84 replies
I took a few days to get some fresh air outside the Schengen-NATO prison. Between March 18, 2026, and March 25, 2026, as shown by the passport stamps:



Borisoglebsk is the Russian border checkpoint after Kirkenes, on the road to Murmansk.

Kirkenes is a tiny town with a correspondingly small airport. Nothing has changed there: the minibuses to Murmansk wait on the right as you exit the airport. They’re synchronized with the two daily flights from Oslo—the SAS around 11:00 AM and Norwegian around 11:30 AM. They stop in Kirkenes at the corner of the Scandic for an hour, where other passengers can board, then head straight to the nearby border.

This is the least hassle Frontex/Schengen border. The Norwegian agent quickly scans your passport, and that’s it. No customs, since Norway is Schengen but not in the EU. On the Russian side, there’s a passport check and a quick customs inspection. All in all, crossing both the Norwegian and Russian checkpoints takes about 15 minutes.

A paper visa is required; e-visas aren’t accepted.

Two companies run the route: Avto Ekspress and Borodin:
https://ae51.ru/routes/kirkenes-murmansk/ https://borodinbus.com/

The one-way fare is 5,500 ₽. You can either buy it online in rubles with a MIR card or make a formal reservation and pay in NOK cash to the driver. I took Borodin, and the price in NOK was much more expensive than in ₽.

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On March 25, I left from Pskov via the Estonian border post at Luhaama. I spent three days in Murmansk, flew to St. Petersburg (SPB), stayed there for two days, then took an evening train to Pskov.

Since the end of February—and reportedly until the end of May—the Estonians have restricted the opening hours of the two border crossings near Pskov: Koidula (Pechory on the Russian side) and Luhaama (Izborsk on the Russian side). They’re closed at night between 7:00 PM and 7:00 AM. Right now, there’s a bus from Pskov at 7:00 AM to the border. It drops you off at the end of the road where truckers—many Kazakh and Serbian—are parked on the side. You finish the rest on foot to the barrier, where there’s a quick initial check for Ukrainian stamps in passports. Then you walk to the customs building, followed by passport control at the kiosk for motorists. After that, it’s a 500-meter walk to the Estonian checkpoint. At the moment, things seem calmer. Passport control is quick. The usual silly questions in English: "Where were you? Where are you going?" I just gave my most clueless smile: "Sorry, I don’t understand." Yeah, right—I don’t speak English, especially not at an Estonian border with a French passport. If they’re in a mood, though... A very quick bag inspection. Once you exit the Estonian post, walk to the bus stop sign by the road where another coach takes you to Riga.

The catch: in my case, last Wednesday, there were two passengers (Russians) with old Ukrainian stamps in their passports. The bus from the Estonian post to Riga was supposed to leave around 9:30 AM. We ended up leaving around noon after the two were grilled by the FSB. Since it was a weekday outside of holidays, the bus was half-empty. The fuller the bus and the more people with Ukrainian stamps, the worse the nightmare. Don’t book a same-day flight from Riga. I had a flight at 6:00 PM, so it worked out.

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The Kirkenes-Murmansk route is still clearly the easiest and fastest. But it’s not the most convenient since it’s way up north.

Next, I’d say the Gdansk-Kaliningrad route in the middle of the week. Avoid weekends and holiday departures/returns.

Avoid the Narva-Ivangorod route during Christmas, Easter, May 9, and *all* summer.

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About flights from Murmansk to St. Petersburg: prices are good. I bought my ticket the day before departure on Rossiya for 7,500 ₽, including 10 kg of luggage + a handbag.



It’s the tail end of the northern lights season, and there were still crowds of Chinese tourists.



By the way, Murmansk is twinned with Harbin:



Chinese tourists are the largest foreign group, followed by Indians, then a mix of others from the Far East, Turks, Arabs, etc. Brochures are bilingual—Russian and Chinese:



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But let’s talk practical stuff. --

My domestic SIM card was restricted for SMS and internet for 24 hours. After that, if you want to keep using SMS, don’t turn off your phone—restarting triggers another 24-hour purgatory.

My Russian SIM cards (Megafon, MTS, Beeline) were activated as soon as I logged into their respective apps with my credentials.

Internet --

Telegram is heavily slowed down by authorities. To use it, you need to connect through proxy servers, which you load into the latest version of the app. Traffic is then rerouted internally within Telegram to servers outside Russia (Germany, Poland, Sweden, etc.). You can find these proxies on various channels. One is ChatVPN—check their website too.

For general internet use, like browsing the web, VPNs that work right now use the VLESS protocol. You can find several on Telegram by searching "VPN." A few free days, then payment in rubles or crypto.

Rozkomnadzor’s team are experts at this, so things can change. It’s a constant cat-and-mouse game.

Pskov is a special case. The city is near Estonia and has a large military base. Depending on NATO drone swarms launched from the Baltics, Wi-Fi can be completely suspended except for the most essential mobile apps. The drone swarms use the 4G network, and the powerful electronic jamming and drone suppression systems cause periods without Wi-Fi—including in hotels. Wired connections aren’t affected.
Naha & Osaka, Japan - June 2025
by Estonien · 2026-02-12 · 2 replies
It’s an understatement to say that Japan is a world apart. All around me, people exclaim: "How lucky you are to be able to go there! I’ve always dreamed of visiting, of finding myself in that culture blending tradition and technology!" Yes, they’re right. Until the moment their dreams become reality and things appear as they truly are, without the filter of fantasized preconceptions. Because in the collective unconscious, Japan indeed seems like a civilization—if not neutral—at least stripped of any social maturation. As if it had emerged all at once from its canonical ages, offering only the best of its traditions, and as if those traditions were undoubtedly the foundation of its extraordinary discipline. Yet, as always, the truth is far more complex. Modern Japan is likely shaped by its millennia-old traditions. But that Japan is also the result of its own uncertainties and contradictions. I’ve always been wary. I’ve never understood why the cleaning women on the platform bow when the train arrives. At some point, too much discipline, too much deference—it makes you smile, it raises questions.

Finally, thanks to F., a dream is coming true! Not the dream of going to Japan—a country I’ve visited more than any other, except for Réunion and the UK—but the dream of completing the fastest round-the-world trip of my career. Indeed, due to the restrictions imposed by the Russians*, the plane flies over the Caucasus and China on the way there; on the return, it gracefully heads toward the Arctic after skirting the Aleutian Islands, Alaska, and Greenland. So, in nearly 26 hours of flight, I complete my 6th round-the-world trip. A round-the-world trip with just one stopover. Or two, if you count our impromptu detour to Okinawa.

(* In response to Western sanctions, Russia closed its airspace to Western airlines on February 28, 2022, except for Air Serbia, Turkish Airlines, Pegasus, and Belavia. This decision adds 2 to 3 hours to flight times and, incidentally, increases operating costs.)

The empire of noise. The empire that dazzles. In Japan, the auditory and visual space is constantly fed. No respite. You have to be strong. Navigating public transport feels like playing the most advanced video game: moving between language barriers and a different organization, the hero tries to ignore the numerous visual and auditory distractions. Mostly auditory, though. Because in Japan, there’s a culture of noise that has undoubtedly inspired our national railways. Everything must be announced. So, here and there, all along the route, we find agents whose sole role is to endlessly repeat safety messages through megaphones more or less suited to the situation. The result is a constant murmur, a kind of tinnitus, a subtle but incessant buzz that fades only at bedtime and returns with a vengeance at first light, when we descend back into the supposedly sterile depths of Osaka’s subway. "To go right, please turn right, kudasaï. When descending the stairs, please mind the steps, kudasaï. To go straight, please take the left corridor, kudasaï." That *kudasaï* ("please" in Japanese), I assure you, has permanently lodged itself in my auditory cells.

Screens are no exception; the brain is constantly stimulated. But paradoxically, passengers massively retreat into their own worlds via their screens. Literally glued to their phones, earbuds firmly in place, people escape into the virtual aisles of a furniture store, a game, a movie... In the train cars, raised voices are rare. The field is clear for announcements and other jingles. Each stop is announced by a little tune unique to each station. Simply incredible.

If we usually judge a country by the welcome its inhabitants offer, in Japan, we’re left wanting. Indeed, the Lost in Translation* spirit doesn’t just apply to verbal exchanges—it applies to everything, especially non-verbal communication. In Japan, me, the slightly North African Corsican, I’m at a loss. I speak loudly, I gesture, in front of a hotel concierge just as lost. Each for our own reasons. Yes, he speaks some English, but we can’t seem to connect. It’s a losing battle trying to find a bit of compassion from a local who’s far from familiar with Western concerns. I try to buy tickets for the World Expo? I run into a systematization as rigid as it is abrupt, which the concierge can’t seem to navigate. While we might still have a shred of common sense, here in Japan, everything is digitized. Soon, no one will be surprised that a QR code becomes essential just to go to the bathroom.

(* Film by Sofia Coppola, released in 2003, which explores isolation, unease, Japanese culture, and language through the experiences of two protagonists.)

In the end, we get that ticket for the Expo. After providing personal information on yet another account created for the occasion, we buy electronic tickets—a QR code, then—to regulate the comings and goings, the souls and aspirations of all these wandering beings scattered across the globe. And it’s probably for the best... Because we’ll be tens of thousands of visitors—100,000 to 150,000 per day—walking the aisles of this enormous improvised amusement park, a kind of delirious superstructure surrounded by the Grand Ring, the largest wooden construction in the world. Inside the park, the pavilions, flagship vessels of their respective countries, compete in ingenuity, proportionate to their GDP, to attract visitors. But you have to wait up to two hours to visit the most popular ones! Fortunately, about a hundred countries can be explored without waiting in shared, more spacious areas. What will I remember from this adventure? The beauty of that wooden structure, despite any environmental or financial considerations—200M € for barely renewable elements; a certain poetry, even magic, in the expression of this event—conversing with Juliette Petit, the splendid representative of Vanuatu, had something indescribable; a close-up experience of Japanese discipline when it came time to return to the subway after that epic evening—thousands upon thousands of people converging at the same time toward a single place without any interruption in the flow.

But my real passion is the countryside. So, I’ll especially remember that brief escape, on the very first day, to the Mino-o waterfall, where the journey itself was already enchanting. Quickly leaving the underground lines, our train speeds through the city’s endless expanse and drops us at the foot of a hill, the abrupt edge of the urban sprawl. The slope was too steep to build anything? We leave behind an impressive hotel, a capitalist eyesore defying the laws of elevation to tackle the climb toward the waterfall. A bucolic walk where the stroller can choose between a paved path or more epic trails. Here and there, stalls, temples, everywhere, a certain serenity. The city’s pulse gives way to a magnificent spectacle magnified by giant sequoias. From the depths of a ravine, we try to glimpse the sky beyond the foliage. Everything is oversized. Here, you can breathe.

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In reality, Japan has never undertaken any real work of memory. Aside from a few feeble gestures to appease Washington in its choice of Asian partners, one wonders if the Japanese have ever truly grasped the horror they were forced to participate in. While our Judeo-Christian society has more or less assimilated the notions of forgiveness and self-questioning, where does Japanese society stand, juggling a millennia-old Zen philosophy and the unabashed Machiavellianism of an emperor utterly possessed? Is it just me, or does there float in the atmosphere a kind of unease, a malaise, an awkward relationship with reality? For me, bowing to a train as it enters the station is just the result of a poorly directed moral dilemma...

Ah, how distant is the time of sakoku, that closure of the country—both concrete and ideological—that was in vogue for two centuries. Because if no one could enter, no one could leave either! A boon for neighboring countries. But from 1854, following the skirmishes of Commodore Matthew Perry, who demanded Japan’s participation in trade, the country suddenly became aware of the disparities separating it from the West. Bring Japan up to the level of other nations? Industrialization, competition, search for raw materials... Hirohito (1901–1989) emerges on the scene, a bit expansionist and willing to stop at nothing to achieve his goals. Above all, he knew how to use, in his own way, the incredible capacity for self-sacrifice of his people...

We protest, we condemn, we all rally behind an acceptable discourse when it comes to discussing the use of the atomic bomb. Yet, we forget one essential thing: Hiroshima wasn’t enough to make Hirohito yield. While we’re bombarded with anti-fascist elements, as if the sole purpose of school curricula were to prevent us from voting for the National Rally, we completely overlook those events of rare cruelty that took place on the other side of the globe at a time contemporary with Nazi atrocities. Why? Because it was farther away, on the other side of the world? Because we must both condemn the use of nuclear weapons and Nazism? What a dangerous game. Killing civilians is beyond comprehension, everyone agrees on that. But hasn’t Japan ever been guilty of such atrocities? Our empathy is legitimate; it won’t, however, remove from my mind the idea that there was no other solution. Nagasaki is the most telling proof of that.

At least in France, in school textbooks, Hitler will have completely overshadowed the existence of people crueler and more abject than him. Certainly, Adolf was a deeply disturbed man whom events propelled to power. But I’m justified in believing that his approach was probably more humane than that of Joseph Stalin at the height of his art*. And if Hirohito followed the same line as Hitler, in the sense that he represented the superior race, he would apply with conviction what was Stalin’s credo: contempt for his own people when sending them to slaughter, and an even fiercer contempt for the human race when it didn’t have the good fortune to be Japanese. Just look at how China was invaded and by what means millions of Chinese were annihilated, burned, deported, buried alive! Operation Scorched Earth or Three Alls Policy for kill all, burn all, loot all? No comment. Even today, the Japanese are convinced they waged a patriotic war, when clearly, that war served only vague ideological (and certainly economic) interests.

(* "In many ways, Hitler’s National Socialism was far more humane than Communism: it wasn’t unthinkable to speak to the SS or the Gestapo, and dissuading them from sending you to a prison camp wasn’t utopian. To some extent (compared to the Communists), you could still expect a semblance of justice. All those who lived under Hitler and under Communism will tell you: as the front lines shifted, they always managed to end up in Germany, where, though it was a strange place ruled by a madman, life went on. Under Communism, there was no life; totalitarianism was absolute. Probably, Hitler’s conservatism prevented him from fully imitating Bolshevism." Seraphim Rose in The Revolutions of the 19th and 20th Centuries (circa 1970))

In Naha, we visit two strategic sites: the Imperial Navy headquarters and Maeda Escarpment, in Urasoe, better known as Hacksaw Ridge. I love this confrontation with history. In the hand-dug tunnels of the headquarters, we meet Japanese people seeking information. They’re not responsible for this tragedy. Neither are we. I would have liked to tell them that, to hug them, to move on. To finally believe in those peace messages displayed here and there. Yes, it’s curious to read those calls for peace* when no real work of memory** has been undertaken. Two civilizations, two perspectives, a profound misunderstanding. When I analyze the waste of that war—and particularly the waste of those Pacific battles—like Peleliu in autumn 1944 and Okinawa in spring 1945—I can’t bring myself to share in the pathological patriotism that reigns within these walls. There, the room where the last message of Admiral Minoru Ōta was transmitted in Morse, praising the merits of the archipelago’s people. A tangled mix that, yes, is charged with positive emotions but, no, won’t remove from my mind the idea that this people was completely conditioned, completely disconnected from reality. Allying with the Axis powers? Invading the South Pacific? And finding that noble! Everyone sees things through their own lens.

(* Peace Declaration by Denny Tamaki, Governor of Okinawa, June 2020. ** "Recognizing the atrocities committed by one’s country requires a mix of democratic culture and self-confidence that is more the exception than the rule." Dominique Moïsi in Les Échos, April 30, 2015)

Okinawa. 200,000 dead. Stemming from bushido, the way of the warrior, this conditioning reached its peak with the kamikaze philosophy in particular and suicide in general. So, schematically, here’s how things went: as the island was encircled—Peleliu, Iwo Jima, Okinawa—and all hope was lost, the order was given to kill ten American soldiers before taking one’s own life. The deceit of this system, where surrender is synonymous with dishonor, involves creating tunnels and secret pockets where Japanese soldiers hide and from which they emerge. Long before the atomic bomb, the knell of their war had sounded. Hiroshima and Nagasaki are just the result of human pride, of which Hirohito’s reign is the finest example. Why was this henchman of Satan left in place until his death? I don’t understand. While the humiliation inflicted on Germany repeatedly was abject, especially for its people, the absence of any real and pressing accountability for Hirohito in this large-scale carnage he instigated leaves room for the wildest interpretations. As if to underscore my point, Emperor Naruhito visited Okinawa the same day we did, paying his respects to the inhabitants who fell in battle. I looked at the faces in the monorail serving the south of the island. There were elderly people who undoubtedly lost their parents eighty years ago. To what extent can they blame this tragedy on the delusional visions of their leaders?

On Maeda Escarpment, I salute the courage of Desmond Doss, that conscientious objector who fought to serve his country while refusing to ever carry a weapon. There, at the top of a steep ridge, you can see to the north the Allies’ advance, while to the south, the slope is gentler down to Shuri, in front of the headquarters. The underground is a Swiss cheese filled with enemies. Desmond works as a medic. He manages to save 75 wounded from certain death by evacuating them at night from the battlefield using makeshift ropes. Back in Osaka, far from the somewhat dilapidated tropical islands, I rediscover the splendor and grandeur of Japan’s second-largest city. To tell the truth, and this applies to Okinawa too, the density is so insane on this archipelago that you sometimes wonder if it’s not just one giant city spread across the vast territory. Because between Tokyo and Osaka, while there are some mountains and forests, it’s the city that dominates; during rush hour, a rapid train connects the two cities every five minutes. We get lost in rather quiet alleys parallel to the main streets, only to find ourselves in the covered and lively galleries of Dōtonbori. We’re looking for a place to eat—above all, we’re trying to navigate the unlimited options stretching endlessly along the sidewalks. It’s absolutely mind-blowing. And while I introduce F. to a part of history that our Western societies have quickly forgotten, he initiates me into Japanese gastronomy despite my well-known aversion to Asian food. But nothing beats having a master in the field! We feast on okonomiyaki, Japanese pancakes expertly prepared and served on a teppan embedded in our table.

Night falls on Japan, and I still haven’t found the answer. Like in Singapore, one can praise the calm and serenity of human relationships, the delicacy that may just be hypocrisy, the politeness, the discipline. But above all, we notice that in the absence of freedom, in the absence of madness, poetry struggles to take root, boredom looms, as does real madness. Bushido still exists, honor is there and must be preserved. But the youth drowns in electronics and in willingly sterile cults (otaku), unable to discern what’s essential, failing to believe in their dreams. You have to succeed? Young people commit suicide because of school bullying, the slightly older ones because of work-related difficulties or marital problems. Nothing exceptional, we might say—average*—but you’d expect better from a country so well-organized, a country that makes so many Westerners dream. Yes, night falls on Japan. Empire of noise, empire of the senses, a very strange land where you find clean toilets in subway corridors but where the very meaning of life seems stifled by the mirages of technology. Above all, a civilization deprived of a penance that would prove salutary. We’re caught between two waters. Those of a shallow modernity without depth or anchor; those of a past that was majestic but irreparably tainted by the demonic madness of an overly adored emperor.

How can one fully thrive when guilt has no outlet?

(* France and Japan share a common statistic of 17 suicides per 100,000 inhabitants, which, depending on density, means 30 per day in France and 70 in Japan...)
Need help organizing a trip to Cape Verde during Carnival
by Jeanne2303 · 2026-01-25 · 29 replies
Hi everyone, After a year where I’ve worked way too much and with a house under renovation, it’s become essential to take a breather. My contract ends on 01/30, and I’ll try to find a new client for early March, so overall, let’s go somewhere in February! I thought Réunion with the full trek around the Mafate cirque for reconnecting with Nature would be perfect, but since it’s cyclone season, it wasn’t such a great idea. Then came the idea that Southeast Asia could fulfill the peace-and-beach vibe, especially Cambodia with its cultural past, but the flight ticket price and a chat with a friend made me change my mind—and boom, Cape Verde popped up, with Santo Antão for hiking and São Vicente for culture and the beach. So I bought a ticket a week ago, and oh, what a coincidence—it’s during Carnival! Except now, I don’t know if it’s reality or just exhaustion talking, but I feel like I’m making a mess of things. I’ve traveled a lot without even booking the first night, but this time, I pre-booked 2 nights in Mindelo (though one of them ended up canceling itself). But the main issue is that I arrive on Monday, 02/09 at 6 PM and leave on Sunday, 02/22 at 11 AM, and there’s a little hiccup in the logical organization—actually, several hiccups—since I don’t really have any organization right now, and that’s where I need help Because Carnival is in full swing from 02/15 to 02/17, right in the middle of my trip, so the logic of my visit to Santo Antão isn’t clicking for me. Plus, I just checked, and there’s zero accommodation available in Mindelo from 02/15 to 02/18 😕 So I don’t know: should I skip Carnival, should I forget about planning and just wing it once I’m there, should I stay on São Vicente after Carnival (because I read Montaganrd’s trip report, and he made São Vicente sound like a rock !), or should I keep in mind the option of heading to Santiago afterward and buying a return flight to Paris from Praia? I need help 🏴‍☠️
The Foam of Days
by Pondy · 2026-01-07 · 31 replies
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.
Yet Another Travel Journal in this (Too) Familiar Rajasthan, But with Family and Kids
by Pagaljavab · 2025-08-30 · 201 replies
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.
Where to park when visiting Swiss cities?
by MirandaMouse · 2025-07-16 · 63 replies
Hi there,

I’m spending some time in Switzerland this summer. Beyond the landscapes, I’d still like to visit a few cities—especially Bern, Lausanne, Zurich, and Fribourg.

The issue is parking...

For Lausanne, I found a park-and-ride that’s cheaper on Saturdays. But for the others, it gets tricky...

I don’t necessarily plan to park right in the city center, but there don’t seem to be proper park-and-rides...

I see that the Bern–Fribourg railway line is under construction.

I’d really like to avoid paying an arm and a leg for parking over there or relying on a train once an hour.

Same goes for Montreux—it looks pretty complicated...

If you’ve got any tips...

Thanks! !

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