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Almunecar fin octobre (Espagne)? English translation pending
qui pourrait me renseigner un peu sur cette région en fin octobre (du 23 au 30octobre)? J'ai un peu peur qu'il pleuve bcp à cette période? Qu'en pensez-vous?
Couches et petits pots en République Dominicaine English translation pending
Coucou !
Nous envisageons de partir en République Dominicaine. Je me demandais si on trouve facilement des couches ou petits pots là-bas, ou s'il fallait que je prévoie mon stock pour 15 jours (je me demande combien ça pèse 90 couches ???).
Merci,
Ellina
Nous envisageons de partir en République Dominicaine. Je me demandais si on trouve facilement des couches ou petits pots là-bas, ou s'il fallait que je prévoie mon stock pour 15 jours (je me demande combien ça pèse 90 couches ???).
Merci,
Ellina
Aller aux Maldives enceinte en août English translation pending
bonjour à tous je viens de découvrir ce forum fort intéressant . Donc je pars pour les maldives la troisième semaine d'aout avec mon mari à Sun island. Je souhaiterais avoir des infos complémentaires sur cette île. D'autre part il faut que vous sachiez que je suis enceinte d'un mois et demi (tout récent !), pensez vous que les nombreuses activités vont me convenir ? J'espère avoir de nombreuses réponses
en vous remerciant par avance de votre futur communication
vivi du 17
en vous remerciant par avance de votre futur communication
vivi du 17
Bassin méditéranéen mi-septembre English translation pending
Ma femme et moi-même, accompagnés de notre fils de 15 mois envisageons de partir une semaine mi-septembre. Crète, Canaries, Chypre, Malte, Turquie, Portugal, Sicile, Madère, îmes grecques etc...toutes vos suggestions concernant le bassin méditérannéen sont les bienvenues.
Merci de nous faire profiter de vos expériences.
Merci de nous faire profiter de vos expériences.
Chaleur au sud marocain en septembre English translation pending
Chaleur au sud marocain en septembre ?
Risque-t-il de faire vraimment très (trop) chaud dans le sud marocain les 3 dernières semaines de septembre, pour notre petit bout qui aura 18 mois ?
Quelqu'un connaît-il un bon plan pour une location de voiture ?
merci d'avance
Risque-t-il de faire vraimment très (trop) chaud dans le sud marocain les 3 dernières semaines de septembre, pour notre petit bout qui aura 18 mois ?
Quelqu'un connaît-il un bon plan pour une location de voiture ?
merci d'avance
Merlin... English translation pending
Aurélie...25 ans....
Mais ça y est mon projet se réalise avec un départ en Juillet : départ de Sète pour le Maroc en bateau, puis Mauritanie, Malil, Burkina Faso, Bénin, cameroun, Egypte, Jordanie, Liban, Syrie, Turquie, Iran, Turkménistan, Ouzbékistan, Inde, Népal, Myanmar, Thaïlande, Laos, Vietnam, puis là, ce sera en fonction de la date, si je me sens "home sick" ou si je veux continuer par l'Indonésie ou remonter par la Chine, la Russie et l'Europe de l'Est. A suivre... sur VF bien sûr !
🙂......leplus difficile tu l'as fait.....penser et repenser à ce voyage, tu te l'es maintes fois répété dans la tête, demander des conseils un peu à tout le monde, écouter les suggestions des uns et des autres, la famille un peu inquiète qui se demande bien pourquoi à ton âge tu vas aller te coltiner un Tour du Monde sur cette planète alors qu'à ton âge, on devrait penser carrière, mariage, bébé.....je sais pas moi......mais non, dans ta tête c'était bien clair, il fallait que tu le fasses, je ne sais pas encore bien pourquoi, mais je l'apprendrais un jour ou l'autre, quoique déjà ......
C'est super, j'ai raté celà à ton âge, je n'ai pas eu la fulgurance d'esprit de m'en aller ainsi, je n'avais pas encore ces rêves là dans la tête, je pensais trop à carrière......etc..... quelle erreur, je me le suis maintes fois répété.....j'essaye de me rattraper depuis, mais dur de combler le vide existant.....
Je te regarde ( si on peut dire ) depuis un moment, je te sens te préparer, tu l'as fait je pense avec beaucoup de bon sens, je ne connais pas l'essentiel de ta façon à appréhender les choses de ce voyage, mais je décèle en toi la promesse de grands horizons qui vont s'ouvrir devant tes yeux......tu vas remplir ton coeur de maintes émotions, tu vas croiser le regard d'enfants émerveillés de voir la blanche venir à leur rencontre, tu vas pleurer de joie devant le spectacle sans cesse renouvellé de la nature en mouvement, tu vas enfin apprendre à vivre et par là même tu vas connaître le pourquoi de ta destinée sur terre et certainement apprendre la meilleure façon de poursuivre ton chemin avec sérénité sur notre planète bien morne, mais prometteuse à qui sait encore ouvrir son coeur et son esprit à ceux qui lui tendent la main ......
Je t'envie, je vais te suivre, t'écouter, te lire et apprendre de toi aussi tout au long de ce voyage.....comme je pense beaucoup d'entre nous sur ce forum .......
Un seul regret, dans ta liste je ne te vois pas t'arrêter à Phnom Penh 😉, j'aurais aimé présenter une vraie voyageuse à Samath et t'accueillir dans ce Cambodge qui me manque maintenant chaque jour .......
Je suis sur que tu vas y remédier .......🙂
Bonne route et ouvre grand ton coeur et ton âme......
Mais ça y est mon projet se réalise avec un départ en Juillet : départ de Sète pour le Maroc en bateau, puis Mauritanie, Malil, Burkina Faso, Bénin, cameroun, Egypte, Jordanie, Liban, Syrie, Turquie, Iran, Turkménistan, Ouzbékistan, Inde, Népal, Myanmar, Thaïlande, Laos, Vietnam, puis là, ce sera en fonction de la date, si je me sens "home sick" ou si je veux continuer par l'Indonésie ou remonter par la Chine, la Russie et l'Europe de l'Est. A suivre... sur VF bien sûr !
🙂......leplus difficile tu l'as fait.....penser et repenser à ce voyage, tu te l'es maintes fois répété dans la tête, demander des conseils un peu à tout le monde, écouter les suggestions des uns et des autres, la famille un peu inquiète qui se demande bien pourquoi à ton âge tu vas aller te coltiner un Tour du Monde sur cette planète alors qu'à ton âge, on devrait penser carrière, mariage, bébé.....je sais pas moi......mais non, dans ta tête c'était bien clair, il fallait que tu le fasses, je ne sais pas encore bien pourquoi, mais je l'apprendrais un jour ou l'autre, quoique déjà ......
C'est super, j'ai raté celà à ton âge, je n'ai pas eu la fulgurance d'esprit de m'en aller ainsi, je n'avais pas encore ces rêves là dans la tête, je pensais trop à carrière......etc..... quelle erreur, je me le suis maintes fois répété.....j'essaye de me rattraper depuis, mais dur de combler le vide existant.....
Je te regarde ( si on peut dire ) depuis un moment, je te sens te préparer, tu l'as fait je pense avec beaucoup de bon sens, je ne connais pas l'essentiel de ta façon à appréhender les choses de ce voyage, mais je décèle en toi la promesse de grands horizons qui vont s'ouvrir devant tes yeux......tu vas remplir ton coeur de maintes émotions, tu vas croiser le regard d'enfants émerveillés de voir la blanche venir à leur rencontre, tu vas pleurer de joie devant le spectacle sans cesse renouvellé de la nature en mouvement, tu vas enfin apprendre à vivre et par là même tu vas connaître le pourquoi de ta destinée sur terre et certainement apprendre la meilleure façon de poursuivre ton chemin avec sérénité sur notre planète bien morne, mais prometteuse à qui sait encore ouvrir son coeur et son esprit à ceux qui lui tendent la main ......
Je t'envie, je vais te suivre, t'écouter, te lire et apprendre de toi aussi tout au long de ce voyage.....comme je pense beaucoup d'entre nous sur ce forum .......
Un seul regret, dans ta liste je ne te vois pas t'arrêter à Phnom Penh 😉, j'aurais aimé présenter une vraie voyageuse à Samath et t'accueillir dans ce Cambodge qui me manque maintenant chaque jour .......
Je suis sur que tu vas y remédier .......🙂
Bonne route et ouvre grand ton coeur et ton âme......
Donne infos sur Oman English translation pending
Bonjour à tous,
J'ai vu qqles discussions sur l'OMAN. J'ai pour ma part effectuer un petit séjour dans ce merveilleux pays l'année dernière en février 2003 pdt 2 semaines.
Si vous voulez des infos (livres, hébergements, billets dégriffés, culture, ....), contactez moi au 06.65.41.58.90.
Séverine
J'ai vu qqles discussions sur l'OMAN. J'ai pour ma part effectuer un petit séjour dans ce merveilleux pays l'année dernière en février 2003 pdt 2 semaines.
Si vous voulez des infos (livres, hébergements, billets dégriffés, culture, ....), contactez moi au 06.65.41.58.90.
Séverine
Canada en été: moustiques, location de camping car et logement? English translation pending
Bonjour à tous,
nous sommes à la recherche d'idées pour partir en août (17 jours) avec nos trois garçons (5 ans, 3 ans et 9 mois),
et nous pensons au canada (québec, toronto).
Les moustiques sont ils virulents?, peut-on facilement louer un camping-car, peut-on trouver des motels facilement, doit-on réserver à l'avance les points de chute, vu que c'est l'été? Nous avons des amis à Toronto, alors est-ce que l'on doit commencer ou finir à Toronto? Que peut-on faire avec les garçons (zoo, musées, parcs, .. ?) tout en faisant des pauses avec bébé?
Merci d'avance pour toutes vos suggestions!!!
Air France English translation pending
salut
avez-vous deja pris cette compagnie ? Moi, oui, mais le moins possible. Sur les vols pour La Réunion, le service est le même que corsair. Même pas d'écran individuel. Quand on a goûté à Singapor Airlines en classe éco, tres difficile de voyager sur notre compagnie: hotesses qui se prennent pour des déesses, bouffe médiocre ( poulet ou poisson ?), aucun service pendant la nuit: si tu as soif, va te servir au fonds de l'avion près des hotesses qui lisent maxi, ici paris ou biba...Sans parler des vieux 747 pour les antilles où l'on accroche les bébés entre les sièges et les lampes ( le couffin et accroché près des ventilateurs. Su un vol pour saint denis, mes voisins de devant avaient un bébé:la mère été obligée de grimper sur le siège pour voir bébé qui se trouvait au dessus de ma tête, donc attention en se levant...Merci de réagir.
Kiwidam
avez-vous deja pris cette compagnie ? Moi, oui, mais le moins possible. Sur les vols pour La Réunion, le service est le même que corsair. Même pas d'écran individuel. Quand on a goûté à Singapor Airlines en classe éco, tres difficile de voyager sur notre compagnie: hotesses qui se prennent pour des déesses, bouffe médiocre ( poulet ou poisson ?), aucun service pendant la nuit: si tu as soif, va te servir au fonds de l'avion près des hotesses qui lisent maxi, ici paris ou biba...Sans parler des vieux 747 pour les antilles où l'on accroche les bébés entre les sièges et les lampes ( le couffin et accroché près des ventilateurs. Su un vol pour saint denis, mes voisins de devant avaient un bébé:la mère été obligée de grimper sur le siège pour voir bébé qui se trouvait au dessus de ma tête, donc attention en se levant...Merci de réagir.
Kiwidam
Barcelo Solymar à Varadero English translation pending
Bonjour!
j'aimerai aller au Barcelo Solymar . il m'a l'air impecable! j, aimerai savoir, ceux qui sont partis, comment sont les chambres dans les bungalow? je n, arrive pas a trouver de photos de chambres sur le net! je ne vois que celles de l'hotel (immeuble de 5 etages)
svp, quelqu'un peut me renseigner?
merci!
nounou
j'aimerai aller au Barcelo Solymar . il m'a l'air impecable! j, aimerai savoir, ceux qui sont partis, comment sont les chambres dans les bungalow? je n, arrive pas a trouver de photos de chambres sur le net! je ne vois que celles de l'hotel (immeuble de 5 etages)
svp, quelqu'un peut me renseigner?
merci!
nounou
Vacances au bord de mer avec enfants? English translation pending
J'ai trois enfants (4, 5 ans, 2 ans et 1 an) et après avoir visité de nombreux sites, je ne parviens pas à trouver une agence proposant des hôtels ayant des clubs pouvant accueillir des enfants en-dessous de 4 ans. Nous aimerions passer des vacances en bord de mer (en France ouà l'étranger) mais aussi bénéficier d'un peu de temps pour nous. Avez-vous des suggestions ?
Température à Cuba en Mars?????? English translation pending
😎Bonjour,
Nous partons pour Varadero avec toute la petite famille du 20 au 27 Mars. Je sais que la température qu'annonce Météo Média pour les prochains jours est entre 20 et 32°c, mais je me demandais si le soir, c'est plus frais. Est-ce que les enfants auront besoin de pantalons et chandails en soirée?
Merci à l'avance. Mamilauve
Nous partons pour Varadero avec toute la petite famille du 20 au 27 Mars. Je sais que la température qu'annonce Météo Média pour les prochains jours est entre 20 et 32°c, mais je me demandais si le soir, c'est plus frais. Est-ce que les enfants auront besoin de pantalons et chandails en soirée?
Merci à l'avance. Mamilauve
Vivre au Pérou et sécurité sociale English translation pending
Bonjour,
J'ai déjà ouvert un message pour savoir où il ferait bon vivre en Amérique du Sud. Nous avons décidé d'aller nous installer au Pérou, et plus particulièrement à Arequipa. Merci à celles et ceux qui nous ont répondu, cela nous a beaucoup aidé dans notre choix (coût de la vie, risque sismique, villes agréables...)
Nous nous interrogeons sur les modalités à mettre en oeuvre pour avoir un équivalent de sécurité sociale. Est-ce que quelqu'un a un expérience de vie à l'étranger sur du long terme pour nous conseiller?
Nous sommes 2 adultes et 1 bébé.
D'avance merci de votre aide
Virginie
J'ai déjà ouvert un message pour savoir où il ferait bon vivre en Amérique du Sud. Nous avons décidé d'aller nous installer au Pérou, et plus particulièrement à Arequipa. Merci à celles et ceux qui nous ont répondu, cela nous a beaucoup aidé dans notre choix (coût de la vie, risque sismique, villes agréables...)
Nous nous interrogeons sur les modalités à mettre en oeuvre pour avoir un équivalent de sécurité sociale. Est-ce que quelqu'un a un expérience de vie à l'étranger sur du long terme pour nous conseiller?
Nous sommes 2 adultes et 1 bébé.
D'avance merci de votre aide
Virginie
Voyage avec enfant de 18 mois en Amérique Centrale English translation pending
Bonjour, je planifie partir en voyage en août prochain. Nos plans étais d'abord d'aller en Espagne mais comme le budget a diminué je commence à rêver de l'amérique centrale. C'est très vague mais comme ma façon de voyager ne pourra être la même, j'ai besoin de conseil. Je me tiens loin des touristes et nous partons seulement 3 semaines ( proget oblige..) Je suis une voyageuse sac à dos et confiance en la vie mais là j'ai plus de questionnement. J'ai envie de vacance mais aussi de voyage, je ne parle malheureusement pas vraiment l'espagnole. C'est encore très vague dans ma tête, j'aimerais peut-être trouver d'autre gens avec enfant pour louer une petite casa pas trop cher. J'ai envie d'emerveiller mes sens. merci de votre partage. Nous avons environ 3000$ pour la famille billet compris.
Avez-vous des idées de destination?
Pourriez-vous partager votre expérience?
Cherchez-vous des gens avec qui voyager?
Estce-que août c'est un mauvais temps pour aller la-bàs?
Merci mille fois
Namibie avec enfants English translation pending
J'envisage de partir en Namibie l'été prochain avec mes enfants de 9 et 6 ans (qui n'en seront pas à leur 1er voyage puisque je les ai déjà enmenés en Floride, Québec, Crète, etc...).
Si vous avez déjà voyagé en Namibie avec vos enfants, vos impressions et conseils m'intéressent...
Etant donné qu'on doit faire pas mal de route, il faut leur trouver des activités qui leur soient agréable (en dehors bien entendu de l'observation des animaux).
J'ai lu que les campings étaient souvent équipés de piscine, ce qui peut être sympa après une journée de voiture, mais en juillet l'eau risque de ne pas y être très chaude. Avez-vous pratiqué ?
Merci pour toutes vos informations qui pourront m'être utile à la préparation de ce voyage.
Climat en février à l'Ile Maurice English translation pending
Bonjour,
J'ai réservé un séjour d'une semaine pour fin février 2004 à l'hotel Le Mauricia (Grande Baie), par contre je suis en train de me demander si j'ai bien fait à cause du climat de cette époque:
J'ai lu que c'était un des mois les plus pluvieux, apparement les cyclones passent beaucoup plus loin de l'ile?
Merci d'éclairer un peu plus ma lanterne à ce sujet, car si je peux encore, je changerai pour les Maldives, malgré que Maurice me fasse plus réver.
JEROME
J'ai réservé un séjour d'une semaine pour fin février 2004 à l'hotel Le Mauricia (Grande Baie), par contre je suis en train de me demander si j'ai bien fait à cause du climat de cette époque:
J'ai lu que c'était un des mois les plus pluvieux, apparement les cyclones passent beaucoup plus loin de l'ile?
Merci d'éclairer un peu plus ma lanterne à ce sujet, car si je peux encore, je changerai pour les Maldives, malgré que Maurice me fasse plus réver.
JEROME
Trek 3000m avec enfant de trois ans en Inde English translation pending
Nous envisageons un trek dans le nord de l'Inde avec notre petite fille Aruni, qui aura 3 ans à ce moment là.
Le profil du voyage est : 2 semaines entre 2000 et 4000 m d'altitude avec un cheval pour le portage.
Nous aimerions avoir des échanges avec des familles ayant eu ce type d'expérience ( particulièrement concernant l'effet de l'altitude sur un petit enfant ).
merci, patrice&sheela
😏
Hôtel le Melao? English translation pending
BONSOIR je compte partir en RD mois de decembre vos conseilles seront les bienvenues sur HOTEL LE MELAO
Conditions de vie en Malaisie English translation pending
Bonjour à toutes et a tous,
Je viens de découvrir votre forum au cours d'une recherche sur les conditions de vie, de travail, du cout de la vie, des conditions sanitaires de la Malaisie. Donc vous aurez compris que je suis tout nouveau tout frais ici😛.
En fait ma question, ou plutôt mes questions se posent dans le cadre d'une éventuelle expatriation à l'étude avec ma socièté (qui ne se ferait pas avant le mois de mars 2004).
Il est fort probable que je parte pour Koala Lampur pour une mission de très longue durée et donc je partirais avec mon épouse et notre petit (ou une petite) bout de chou dont l'arrivée est prévue pour fin janvier.😊
Voila pour le contexte et maintenant voici mes questions.
En matière de santé : quels sont les risques, que vaut le système médical malaisien ? quels sont les conditions sanitaires ? Je m'inquiète pour bébé.
A propos des conditions générale de vie : quel est le cout de la vie par rapport à la France ? le cout de l'immobilier ? quels sont les conditions de travail ? Comment sont les gens là-bas ? Y-a-t-il des coutumes dont le non-respect par un étranger pourrait causer des problèmes ? Comment est organisé le travail en général ?
Bien évidement ce ne sont pas les seules questions que je me pose, mais je pense qu'avoir deja des réponses à celles-ci serait un grand pas en avant.
Si vous avez des adresses utiles, des conseils à me donner, (même qui ne concernent pas mes questions) n'hésitez pas, je vous en serais extremement reconnaissant.
Merci à toutes et à tous pour votre patience, votre attentive lecture et vos éventuelles réponses.
Je viens de découvrir votre forum au cours d'une recherche sur les conditions de vie, de travail, du cout de la vie, des conditions sanitaires de la Malaisie. Donc vous aurez compris que je suis tout nouveau tout frais ici😛.
En fait ma question, ou plutôt mes questions se posent dans le cadre d'une éventuelle expatriation à l'étude avec ma socièté (qui ne se ferait pas avant le mois de mars 2004).
Il est fort probable que je parte pour Koala Lampur pour une mission de très longue durée et donc je partirais avec mon épouse et notre petit (ou une petite) bout de chou dont l'arrivée est prévue pour fin janvier.😊
Voila pour le contexte et maintenant voici mes questions.
En matière de santé : quels sont les risques, que vaut le système médical malaisien ? quels sont les conditions sanitaires ? Je m'inquiète pour bébé.
A propos des conditions générale de vie : quel est le cout de la vie par rapport à la France ? le cout de l'immobilier ? quels sont les conditions de travail ? Comment sont les gens là-bas ? Y-a-t-il des coutumes dont le non-respect par un étranger pourrait causer des problèmes ? Comment est organisé le travail en général ?
Bien évidement ce ne sont pas les seules questions que je me pose, mais je pense qu'avoir deja des réponses à celles-ci serait un grand pas en avant.
Si vous avez des adresses utiles, des conseils à me donner, (même qui ne concernent pas mes questions) n'hésitez pas, je vous en serais extremement reconnaissant.
Merci à toutes et à tous pour votre patience, votre attentive lecture et vos éventuelles réponses.
Maroc avec un enfant? English translation pending
salut tout le monde
ça y'est je me décide, ça sera le maroc avec ma fille de 19 mois
trop envie de repartir, viens d'avoir le déclic hier
(je souhaite y retourner avec mes plus grands dans l'avenir, si tout se passe bien)
je pense y aller fin septembre ou début octobre (sauf empechement de dernière minute...)
je pense aller à marrakkech, et plus au sud, voir le désert (sauf si pb pour ma fille?...) essaouira, rabat
si j'ai plus de temps d'autres villes aussi?
mais je ne connais pas du tout ce pays
qui peut me parler de son experience avec un petit de cet age là? est ce que le voyage avec un petit enfant pose de gros problèmes? poussette ou pas poussette? couche? alimentation?
ça serait vraiment sympa :)
avec les plus grands, ça m'interesse aussi, mais c'est moins urgent... et bien moins problèmatique, me semble... :)
ça y'est je me décide, ça sera le maroc avec ma fille de 19 mois
trop envie de repartir, viens d'avoir le déclic hier
(je souhaite y retourner avec mes plus grands dans l'avenir, si tout se passe bien)
je pense y aller fin septembre ou début octobre (sauf empechement de dernière minute...)
je pense aller à marrakkech, et plus au sud, voir le désert (sauf si pb pour ma fille?...) essaouira, rabat
si j'ai plus de temps d'autres villes aussi?
mais je ne connais pas du tout ce pays
qui peut me parler de son experience avec un petit de cet age là? est ce que le voyage avec un petit enfant pose de gros problèmes? poussette ou pas poussette? couche? alimentation?
ça serait vraiment sympa :)
avec les plus grands, ça m'interesse aussi, mais c'est moins urgent... et bien moins problèmatique, me semble... :)
La Romana ou Punta Cana? English translation pending
Bonjour a tous...
Je désire connaitre vos commentaires et récit sur vos vacances en RD en particulier concernant 😎La Romana (Choix d'hotels ** Barcelo Capella Beach Resort OU Iberostar Hacienda Dominicus) et 😎Punta Cana (Choix d'hotels** Catalonia Bavaro Beach & Resort; Fiesta Palace REsorts & Spa; Caribe Hotel Club Princess; Bavaro Princess allsuits Resoirt).
Nous partons vers le milieu novembre...commentaire sur le temps!😛
Mille million de mercis!
Marylène
Je désire connaitre vos commentaires et récit sur vos vacances en RD en particulier concernant 😎La Romana (Choix d'hotels ** Barcelo Capella Beach Resort OU Iberostar Hacienda Dominicus) et 😎Punta Cana (Choix d'hotels** Catalonia Bavaro Beach & Resort; Fiesta Palace REsorts & Spa; Caribe Hotel Club Princess; Bavaro Princess allsuits Resoirt).
Nous partons vers le milieu novembre...commentaire sur le temps!😛
Mille million de mercis!
Marylène
La France avec deux enfants English translation pending
Bonjour,
Nos désirons partir en France avec nos deux enfants de 4 mois et 2 ans pour une période de 4 semaine. Est-ce quìl y a quelquùn qui a vécu une expérience semblable et qui pourrait nous aider à prendre notre décision à savoir si cela est posible. Nous avons peur de Lavion qu est dùne durée de 7 heures, comment va réagir notre garcon de 2 ans... le décalage horaire et l`éloignement de la maison.
Merci pour votre aide à nous décider
Nos désirons partir en France avec nos deux enfants de 4 mois et 2 ans pour une période de 4 semaine. Est-ce quìl y a quelquùn qui a vécu une expérience semblable et qui pourrait nous aider à prendre notre décision à savoir si cela est posible. Nous avons peur de Lavion qu est dùne durée de 7 heures, comment va réagir notre garcon de 2 ans... le décalage horaire et l`éloignement de la maison.
Merci pour votre aide à nous décider
South Africa in safari mode: February/March 2026
Hi everyone,
With my girlfriend Christelle, we’ve chosen South Africa for our first trip to Southern Africa, focusing on safaris—after a long debate with a Cape Town/Kruger combo. But that would’ve meant cutting out St Lucia, which would’ve been harder to fit into another trip. And St Lucia—thanks to Michel and all those travel journals—we really wanted to go there.
So our 11-night itinerary ended up like this, mostly shaped by school holidays: - 3 nights in St Lucia - 1 night in Hluhluwe - 1 night at Mkhaya Game Reserve (Eswatini) - 1 night at Hlane Royal National Park (Eswatini) - 3 nights in Kruger (Berg en Dal / Satara / Tamboti) - 1 night at Shindzela Tented Camp in the Timbavati private reserve - 1 final night in Kruger at Lower Sabie
All of this in the off-season and rainy season, just a month after catastrophic floods that killed over 150 people and seriously damaged Kruger’s infrastructure.
I’ll jump straight to St Lucia and skip the loooong journey to get there (with a layover in Frankfurt, landing in Johannesburg, a domestic flight to Durban, and the rest by rental SUV—First Car Rental, perfect, no complaints).
To motivate readers—especially some familiar faces here—I’ll drop in a first photo.

With my girlfriend Christelle, we’ve chosen South Africa for our first trip to Southern Africa, focusing on safaris—after a long debate with a Cape Town/Kruger combo. But that would’ve meant cutting out St Lucia, which would’ve been harder to fit into another trip. And St Lucia—thanks to Michel and all those travel journals—we really wanted to go there.
So our 11-night itinerary ended up like this, mostly shaped by school holidays: - 3 nights in St Lucia - 1 night in Hluhluwe - 1 night at Mkhaya Game Reserve (Eswatini) - 1 night at Hlane Royal National Park (Eswatini) - 3 nights in Kruger (Berg en Dal / Satara / Tamboti) - 1 night at Shindzela Tented Camp in the Timbavati private reserve - 1 final night in Kruger at Lower Sabie
All of this in the off-season and rainy season, just a month after catastrophic floods that killed over 150 people and seriously damaged Kruger’s infrastructure.
I’ll jump straight to St Lucia and skip the loooong journey to get there (with a layover in Frankfurt, landing in Johannesburg, a domestic flight to Durban, and the rest by rental SUV—First Car Rental, perfect, no complaints).
To motivate readers—especially some familiar faces here—I’ll drop in a first photo.

Memphis Tour Egypt: Major Disappointment
After a perfect first experience as a couple with Memphis Tour in 2020—where we left an outstanding review—we’ve just returned from Egypt with our family of six plus a baby, and we have numerous complaints:
On the day our cruise was supposed to depart, the boat stayed docked in Aswan for over 24 hours without starting the Nile navigation as scheduled. We only left the next day at 3:30 PM for a quick stop/visit to Kom Ombo at 6:00 PM, followed by nighttime navigation until arriving in Esna at 2:00 AM!
The next day, we departed at 9:30 AM and arrived around noon in Luxor, where the boat docked in the middle of nowhere, 12 km from the city center!
In the end, we were charged for 4 days on the magnificent Nile but only got a maximum of 5 hours and 45 minutes of daytime navigation!
And, to top it off, there was no stop in Edfu—meaning no carriage ride to the Temple of Edfu, which was advertised as one of Egypt’s largest and best-preserved temples. Instead, without informing us, they replaced it with a visit to Esna.
During a West Bank visit in Luxor, we had to wait for our kids, who were with another guide for a longer tour. When our guide contacted Memphis Tour, they refused to let us visit the Temple of Medinet Habu (just 5 € away) on our own! We were forced to go through them and pay 25 € per person.
Instead of letting us wait in front of the temple for our kids and the other guide, they dropped us off alone for a full hour in what they called an "alabaster factory"—which was just the usual overpriced tourist shop where all guides take you.
I’ll skip the overly simplistic meal at Philae: grilled chicken and rice with no dessert or coffee. And the amateurish organization where the guide on the boat wasn’t even informed about the next day’s exact program.
Finally, despite our repeated priority requests and Memphis Tour’s promises during booking, there was no baby car seat provided for several long trips—even though the traffic is certainly colorful but not always reassuring.
Nor was the promised baby bed available on the boat—only a third adult bed. We had to insist strongly to get one.
Even though the complimentary carriage and felucca rides in Luxor were nice, they don’t make up for everything else.
This is despite the skills and kindness of the guides and boat staff.
Since 2020, we’ve sent several groups of friends to Memphis Tour for their Egyptian trips, but that definitely won’t happen again in the future.
Too bad
On the day our cruise was supposed to depart, the boat stayed docked in Aswan for over 24 hours without starting the Nile navigation as scheduled. We only left the next day at 3:30 PM for a quick stop/visit to Kom Ombo at 6:00 PM, followed by nighttime navigation until arriving in Esna at 2:00 AM!
The next day, we departed at 9:30 AM and arrived around noon in Luxor, where the boat docked in the middle of nowhere, 12 km from the city center!
In the end, we were charged for 4 days on the magnificent Nile but only got a maximum of 5 hours and 45 minutes of daytime navigation!
And, to top it off, there was no stop in Edfu—meaning no carriage ride to the Temple of Edfu, which was advertised as one of Egypt’s largest and best-preserved temples. Instead, without informing us, they replaced it with a visit to Esna.
During a West Bank visit in Luxor, we had to wait for our kids, who were with another guide for a longer tour. When our guide contacted Memphis Tour, they refused to let us visit the Temple of Medinet Habu (just 5 € away) on our own! We were forced to go through them and pay 25 € per person.
Instead of letting us wait in front of the temple for our kids and the other guide, they dropped us off alone for a full hour in what they called an "alabaster factory"—which was just the usual overpriced tourist shop where all guides take you.
I’ll skip the overly simplistic meal at Philae: grilled chicken and rice with no dessert or coffee. And the amateurish organization where the guide on the boat wasn’t even informed about the next day’s exact program.
Finally, despite our repeated priority requests and Memphis Tour’s promises during booking, there was no baby car seat provided for several long trips—even though the traffic is certainly colorful but not always reassuring.
Nor was the promised baby bed available on the boat—only a third adult bed. We had to insist strongly to get one.
Even though the complimentary carriage and felucca rides in Luxor were nice, they don’t make up for everything else.
This is despite the skills and kindness of the guides and boat staff.
Since 2020, we’ve sent several groups of friends to Memphis Tour for their Egyptian trips, but that definitely won’t happen again in the future.
Too bad
Hitchhiking in the 70s-80s

“Hey, your Marker... - My Marker? - The one you used to make hitchhiking signs.”
The marker in question is sitting proudly on the kitchen table. Marielle found it at the bottom of a moving box.
I’ve been meaning to tell the long story of my love affair with hitchhiking for years. Here we go.
To be honest, I’m not quite sure when it started. My earliest memory goes back to a fair with a bike race in my maternal grandparents’ village. I was with my cousin, my little sister, and three girl cousins. There were six of us, ages ranging from six or seven to thirteen or fourteen. Our parents stayed at the fair, and we’d had enough. So we decided to walk home. Only it was four kilometers away. So we hitchhiked. A guy driving an old car picked us all up and dropped us off at the farm. He probably found it amusing to see us thumbing a ride by the side of the road, but maybe it also worried him a bit. With everything you read in the papers...
Around fifteen or sixteen, I started hitchhiking regularly, alone or with a friend, to go to the nearby town. But it was especially when I started boarding school in Orléans that it became more regular. The first year, I’d leave Monday morning and come back Saturday noon by bus. It was an old, uncomfortable bus where we froze in winter. To make matters worse, I often got motion sickness if, as was too often the case, I ended up sitting in the back. In the spring, a high school friend suggested I hitchhike back. It meant a slight detour, but the advantage was taking only national roads.
So that’s how, from the end of tenth grade to twelfth grade, I’d thumb a ride every Saturday on the Pont de Bourgogne. Drivers were used to seeing young people hitchhiking, and it worked pretty well. Our biggest fear? Soldiers! At that time, military service was still mandatory, and on weekends, it wasn’t rare to see them competing with us. They’d keep their uniforms on to go home. That gave people confidence—with everything you read in the papers—and they’d rarely wait more than five minutes. We, with our long hair, were definitely less popular. From time to time, three big red-faced guys in a van coming back from a construction site would flip us off, yelling things like “go get a haircut, you bums!” Those were the good old days.
We still had a good laugh, though. Patrice, the friend I’d hitchhike back from school with on Saturdays, is a musician—I’d later discover he’s an excellent composer. A die-hard Beatles fan, he knows their repertoire by heart and spends his time singing at the top of his lungs while we thumb a ride. One Saturday late morning, we’d been waiting for a while at the exit of Châteauneuf-sur-Loire when a little lady came up to him and asked if he could please sing a little quieter: a baby was sleeping in the house. He put on the most sorry face: “Oh, sorry ma’am, we didn’t realize.” No sooner had the lady gone back inside than he started again. Luckily, a car stopped just then, sparing me the embarrassment of seeing the lady come back out.
Saturday was also the day when the cigarette pack was dangerously low. So before leaving, we’d go buy some “Parisiennes,” the “P4s” as we called them back then. They were slightly thinner cigarettes with a mix of tobacco scraps. Sometimes they tasted like light tobacco, sometimes like dark. Not great, but by the end of the week, our pocket money was gone. They were sold in small packs of four, hence the name P4. We’d only pay 20 centimes. On Saturdays, it was rare for the two of us to manage to scrape together 1.50 F to buy a whole pack of Gauloises...
The last twenty kilometers, I’d usually do alone, Patrice having reached his destination. From time to time, luck would smile on me: an acquaintance would just happen to pass by and stop. One January Saturday, at the exit of Gien, I ran into another guy from Argenton whom I knew a little. That day, the weather was nice, but the temperature was well below zero. It was around noon, and it was the off-peak hour. We were shivering, stamping our feet by the side of the road, when a Citroën “Tube” arrived: it was his father’s boss’s, a mason. They were both sitting in the front, but since they were obese, they had us climb onto the open back. Even though we huddled against the cab to shelter from the wind, the twenty kilometers felt very long, especially since we were only going sixty kilometers an hour. Our hands and cheeks were blue when we finally arrived.
The year I took my baccalaureate, a friend with a 2CV would take me Monday mornings with one or two others we’d pick up in nearby villages. We’d share the gas costs, but it was still cheaper than the bus. And in winter, the bus was my nightmare. You had to get up at five to catch it at six. Not enough sleep, and outside it was freezing or raining—or both. The 2CV was luxury. Plus, Philippe would pick me up at home. On the other hand, since I didn’t have class Saturday mornings—well, I did, but we only had PE the first two hours and nothing after—I’d skip class and slip out right after breakfast to thumb a ride at the Pont de Bourgogne.
Those three high school years were formative in this optional subject that was hitchhiking. Little by little, I learned the rules of the game. First, you shouldn’t walk along the road while thumbing. Cars go too fast and can’t stop easily. Accepting a ride that’s too short is also a no-go. The guy who offers to take you a little way but drops you off at some vague crossroads in the middle of nowhere? No thanks. You need to get dropped off in a town. If it’s a fairly big city, you often have to cross it from one end to the other, but it’s better. At the exit, you have to choose your spot well. Actually, you have to put yourself in the driver’s shoes: they need to see you early enough, not be going too fast, and be able to stop easily without risking an accident. So when leaving a city, it’s better not to go too far. It’s wiser to find a spot where cars go slowly and can stop easily. And preferably near a café. The café is for when you still have a few coins for a coffee and need to warm up. From time to time, you’d run into someone nice who’d make a detour to drop you off at a better spot to start again. Finally, if possible, avoid hitchhiking on Sundays. Cars are packed with whole families who, most of the time, aren’t going far. And then there’s the little worry of those people who rarely leave home: with everything you read in the papers...
During those high school years, it was only short trips, rarely exceeding a hundred kilometers. Later, I aimed bigger, and things were a bit different. In 1973-74, I crossed part of France for the first time on two or three occasions, coming back from the German border or returning to Bordeaux, where we lived briefly. Since there weren’t many highways back then, we took national roads. It was during these trips that I realized it was better to leave in the evening. As I said earlier, Sunday is to be avoided, but on weekdays, there’s another problem: if you leave in the morning, you only make short hops. First, it often takes longer to get going because drivers are people going to work nearby. Which brings us back to those who drop you off in a bad spot, far from everything. There, you have to know how to refuse. You thank the driver for stopping—oh, if only everyone could be like you—while explaining why you’d rather stay put. People don’t take offense, by the way. Those who pick up hitchhikers often hitchhiked themselves when they were in the military or before they had a car. In the late afternoon, you’d often run into salespeople or truckers, in other words, people who drive a lot. At that time, salespeople no longer had appointments and were more relaxed. They wanted to talk about something other than the merits of their products. On the radio, it was time for *Les Grosses Têtes*. You’d also quite often run into small business owners, professionals, or even hippies. The conversations were pleasant and often enriching. A little later in the evening, truckers would take over. They’d already driven a few hundred kilometers, and the depot or customs was still far away. So they’d gladly take a hitchhiker to stay awake at the wheel and chat. The radio with Max Ménier’s show *Les routiers sont sympas*, you’d eventually get tired of it. So a hitchhiker was a change. Others, who’d hit the road at midnight to be at their destination by morning, were nice and offered to let you lie down on the bunk while they drove. When you’d been hitchhiking since six in the evening, freezing in the wind between two vehicles, you weren’t unhappy to take a little nap.
Speaking of Max Ménier, he’d often make announcements for hitchhikers. One evening, I called him. It was getting late, and I still had quite a way to go. No luck: the show had ended for good the day before!
In short, it’s better not to rush, sleep in, and leave after lunch, or better yet, in the late afternoon. Obviously, I’m talking about when you have several hundred kilometers to cover. That’s when you have to play it pro.
First thing, especially at night, but it also applies in the middle of summer when the light is blinding: dress to be seen from far away. I’ll admit I have an advantage over most other hitchhikers: I’m small and don’t scare people. To balance that out, racist drivers often take me for an Arab and are less likely to pick me up, but overall, the balance tips in my favor. Back to the need to be seen: at night, I wear light-colored clothes. In headlights, you can see me from far away.
Second thing: travel light. Forget the big backpack with a frame. Drivers don’t always have room in the trunk or on the back seat, especially if it’s rained and the ground is wet. Plus, it forces them to get out of the car. If they’re nice enough to pick up a hitchhiker, you shouldn’t ask for too much either.
Third thing: bring a cardboard sign and a big marker—like the ones in the photo at the start of this post—to write the name of your destination. In the early 80s, I ran a tourist house in the Cher, but I lived in the Netherlands. In the off-season, it was only open on weekends. On Fridays, I’d leave Holland and return on Mondays. 1200 km round trip. On the way there, in Paris, I’d stand at Porte de la Chapelle. At that spot, the road is very wide, and drivers could stop easily. Obviously, on the sign, I didn’t write Eindhoven, which not everyone knows, and even less Amsterdam because of its seedy reputation. In that case, you’d expect to see a police car stop and two officers in kepis ask for your papers. So as a first destination, I’d write Compiègne. We were well out of Paris, and since it wasn’t too far, a trucker or salesperson was less reluctant to stop. Once past Compiègne, I’d take out my Lille sign. Once in Belgium, it wasn’t really necessary to use a sign anymore, since everyone was going in the same direction. Usually, the guy who picked me up at Porte de la Chapelle would say he wasn’t going far but could take me a little way. Before that, I’d still ask if there was a gas station on the highway where he could drop me off before exiting. While talking, the guy would realize he wasn’t dealing with a dangerous criminal. He’d pretend to check his watch, think for a moment, then say that actually, he was going to Belgium and could take me to the border or a little beyond. To leave Paris on the way back, I’d take the train to Melun, where it was easier to hitchhike than at Porte d’Italie.
Over all those years, I think I was pretty lucky. Or maybe philosophical enough not to imagine a car would stop after a few minutes. An hour’s wait was average. Sure, I sometimes waited three, four, or five hours. Most often at odd hours and in terrible weather. When it doesn’t work, it doesn’t work. But there’s always a moment when things pick up. Sure, when you’re soaked in freezing rain in the early morning after a sleepless night, you’re less philosophical than when I’m writing these lines comfortably at my computer, but it still holds true.
Earlier, I mentioned clothing and the importance of being well-rested before leaving. When you’ve eaten well and just gotten out of the shower, shaved, you’re in a better mood. And somehow, drivers sense it. Or at least, that’s the impression I’ve always had. It’s better to look in shape than disgusted at standing there, half-heartedly thumbing a ride. In short, when I’d start to get fed up with waiting, I’d go into the first café I saw for a coffee. Coming back out, I’d be refreshed, and most of the time, a car would stop within minutes. I’ve often said that when I stood by the side of the road thumbing a ride, I felt a bit like a gambler in front of a slot machine. It was a matter of giving luck a chance. And well, it worked out pretty well.
Then, there are countries where hitchhiking works really well and others where it’s harder. In the 70s-80s, it worked best in Germany and England. In the late afternoon, it wasn’t rare to be invited for tea. Well, that was in England. Tea meant being offered room and board. In Germany, they’d offer you coffee. Once there, they’d first show you the guest room and point out the bathroom before sitting you down in front of a big plate of cold cuts. In the evening, they’d go out in town, and the next morning, they’d usually drop you off at a good spot for hitchhiking. On the other hand, in Mediterranean and Scandinavian countries, you’d better be patient. In Spain or Italy, it’s better to take the train, which was dirt cheap back then. However, if you’re a couple traveling light, it’s already easier in most countries.
In 1982, I went on a trip around Turkey with my girlfriend. We only had two small bags, which was plenty. It was November-December, and we wore our warm, bulky clothes. Leaving Eindhoven at nine in the morning, we arrived in Graz, near the Yugoslav border, at eleven at night. 1300 km in a day! In just four or five vehicles. One to the German border, about fifty kilometers from Eindhoven, the second to Hagen in the Ruhr, the third to Salzburg, and the last to Graz at the Yugoslav border. Record broken. During the night crossing of Yugoslavia, we ran into a trucker close to retirement who lent us the truck’s bunk. So we arrived fresh and rested near Skopje the next morning. We continued to Thessaloniki in northern Greece before taking the train to Istanbul. In Turkey, we traveled a good part of the country by hitchhiking too. With truckers in old, overloaded, slow trucks that climbed hills at fifteen kilometers an hour, but also in cars where five or six people were already crammed in. And every time, we were invited for tea. Once, we were even picked up by a big shot in his Mercedes with a chauffeur. Until then, the average speed was around fifty kilometers an hour. There, we were going two hundred. On a national road, not a nice European highway.
I’ve also hitchhiked in Nepal, from Lumbini, Buddha’s birthplace, to a village on the way to Pokhara. It must have been midday. No bus until the next day. I gave it a try. A small truck overloaded with rice sacks, with two or three young people already perched on top, stopped. I rode on the roof of the cab. At fifty kilometers an hour when it was going well, with a breathtaking view. Coming back from India, I also crossed part of Iran by hitchhiking, from Tehran to the Turkish border. I did this trip with an Austrian I met at the hotel who, like me, had to watch his pennies. We gave it a shot. There was almost no traffic, but to our great surprise, the first car that passed in the area would always stop. They’d just ask for a modest contribution for gas, and it cost next to nothing.
Sometimes, you get scared too. After leaving Turkey in early December 82, we spent about two weeks in the southern Peloponnese harvesting olives. A few days before Christmas, we hitchhiked back to Holland. A girl picked us up in her little Fiat 500. We were driving on a mountain road, and that morning there was a bit of black ice. After crossing a pass, we saw the old Ford Taunus ahead of us at fifty meters start to skid. The driver let out a “heeee!” while grabbing my knees. I reflexively grabbed the wheel. Finally, the Taunus got back on track. And we didn’t swerve. But those few seconds felt very long.
In January 77, while I’d been living in Germany for a few months, I decided to spend a few days in Italy. By hitchhiking, of course. I left in the early afternoon, and by ten at night, I wasn’t far from Frankfurt. I saw a big Mercedes stop. The four or five young people crammed inside were listening to Schlager at full volume. Beer cans littered the floor. They didn’t have a precise destination, and as long as they were going south, that was fine with me. They’d finished their military service that very day and had clearly already celebrated their discharge. The driver was going 160, zigzagging dangerously from one side of the highway to the other. I should have realized he wasn’t entirely sober either. Luckily, there was almost no traffic. Finally, I managed to get dropped off at a gas station just before Frankfurt, relieved. I hope their trip didn’t end tragically.
Another time, coming back from Holland with my wife, we were picked up early in the morning near Senlis by two guys from Lille. They were going to work near Tours and could drop us off at Porte d’Italie. Apparently, they were coworkers but barely knew each other. The driver offered us a beer—at six in the morning, sure!—before opening another can for himself. He was clearly having trouble staying in the right lane. We politely declined, the passenger too. Everyone was tense. Luckily, it was rush hour on the ring road, and we were going slowly. When we got out of the car, the passenger said goodbye with the look of a guy being offered the condemned man’s rum and cigarette.
Finally, there are the annoying remarks from drivers who are either gay when you’re alone or turned on by the sight of your girlfriend when you’re a couple. In those cases, I’d get in the back so the guy wouldn’t feel too confident. And if the conversation got a little too suggestive, we’d deflect until we got dropped off.
And luckily, there are the times, not so rare after all, when you run into really nice people who invite you to eat and sleep at their place and drive you to a good spot the next morning. In Germany and England, that was common. And then there are the big strokes of luck, like during our trip to Turkey when we crossed most of Germany in one car, or that other time when some Germans drove me from the exit of Geneva all the way to the Costa Brava.
Going back to “with everything you read in the papers” and its variant “with everything you see on TV”—and now on the internet—it’s always left me perplexed. Personally, I’ve never heard of hitchhikers assaulting drivers, even if it may have happened. On the other hand, what was most common were hitchhikers being assaulted, especially girls. Anyway, even armed, it seems a bit stupid to assault the driver—wouldn’t that risk causing an accident?
Finally, since that time, I’ve occasionally wanted to hitchhike somewhere far away in France. Most often, too busy with work, it never happened, but the nostalgia hasn’t completely disappeared.
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Other Hitchhikers
And then one day, I... settled down to become a driver myself. Ten years had passed, and you saw fewer and fewer hitchhikers. Or maybe I saw fewer because I had a regular job and wasn’t traveling the same way. And then I understood a few things.
Several times, I was tempted to pick up a hitchhiker, but they didn’t meet the required conditions. They were walking along the road instead of staying at the exit of the previous town. Hard to stop without risking an accident. Or the guy looked really scruffy. Or he was sulking, if not both. Then you think of that famous “with everything you read in the papers.” Not that I was scared, but unfortunately, the few hitchhikers I did pick up later were rarely interesting.
A few years ago, we picked up a young guy at the exit of a small town in Sologne. Not an easy spot for hitchhiking. Bad luck, he was a pretentious little jerk. He was barely 20 or 25 and talked like a bitter old man. He was a waiter in a restaurant. According to him, it was lucky he was there, otherwise the boss would have closed up shop long ago. You’d think he had thirty or forty years of professional experience behind him. As we approached Blois, he started ranting about Arabs, blaming them for all evils. And he laid it on thick. That morning, we were going to a teenager’s funeral who had just committed suicide, so he really got on our nerves, Mr. Know-It-All. Out of anger, I dropped him off next to a shopping center a few kilometers from downtown. Not nice, but it felt good.
Some time ago, we were driving around the Limousin on a Sunday to try out the used Twingo we’d just bought. We picked up a guy in his forties. A German who spoke French well. He started talking about the environment. He was a green Khmer. He got worked up all by himself with his pseudo-eco rant and, after a few kilometers, was almost yelling at us. As we were about to leave the main road for a small one, I dropped him off at a crossroads in the middle of nowhere. Normally, I would have made a little detour to take him to a better spot, but this time, I didn’t feel like doing the... eco-warrior a favor.
On the other hand, I’ve still done my good deed a few times. One June morning, coming back from Orléans, I saw a man in his sixties hitchhiking. The poor guy had had a rough time. He was from Montpellier and was coming back from Caen, where he’d been promised a job. Once there, they bluntly told him the position was already taken, and he had to go back. Except he didn’t have enough money left for the train. He’d spent the night hitchhiking without success. I could only take him as far as Lamotte-Beuvron, where I dropped him off near the fire station. Apparently, there was some vague shelter there or something, but it only opened a few hours later. In the meantime, he settled on the grass in a corner to sleep a little. While he was doing that, I quickly went to the train station to check the price of a ticket to Montpellier. It was within my means. Since he was sound asleep, I slipped the train ticket and 100 francs into his pocket. I couldn’t imagine him continuing to hitchhike all the way to Montpellier. And I bet he didn’t even have a piece of cardboard and a marker!
When we go to Brazil, we usually rent a small car. One day, we were coming back from Paracuru to Fortaleza when we saw a whole family hitchhiking. Two adults and two or three small children. Here near the equator, the sun sets very quickly, and it would soon be night. There was little traffic, and trucks wouldn’t stop because there was no room in the cab. As for the rich people driving big 4x4s, they wouldn’t stoop to picking up the lower classes. The only hope for this kind of family was usually a farmer or artisan who’d let them ride in the back of his pickup. Obviously, they were a bit surprised to see us. Everyone crammed in as best they could in the back of our little car. When we dropped them off, we got a whole string of “Deus lhes abençõe”—God bless you.
Still in Brazil, we were on the road from Barreirinhas to São Luís do Maranhão. About 150 km of deserted road with an isolated mud house here and there. A young woman flagged us down. She was very pregnant and had to get to the clinic twenty or thirty kilometers away to give birth. Someone was supposed to drive her, but the first signs of labor started earlier than expected, and the driver was unavailable. Even driving fast, we weren’t feeling great: it would be just our luck if she gave birth in the car!
Today, we’re in the age of smartphones and carpooling apps. Safety. With everything you see on TV... Three or four years ago, we signed up on a platform. Our first, and only, “client” was a little jerk who didn’t say a word the whole trip. No hello, no goodbye, and certainly no thank you. The next day, we found his Ray-Bans in the car. We didn’t run after him to give them back. Ha!
Yet Another Travel Journal in this (Too) Familiar Rajasthan, But with Family and Kids
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.
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.
One-week itinerary in Croatia (Split)
Hi there,
I’m in the middle of planning our trip to Croatia. We’re arriving in early September for a week in Split and leaving from Split as well. We’re a couple with a 20-month-old little girl. We’re renting a car directly at the airport, which I still need to book (I have a GOLD debit card). I hope that won’t be an issue because, logically, with this card, I shouldn’t need to take out extra insurance from the rental company. If you have any recommendations on that, I’d love to hear them.
As for the itinerary I’m planning, I’ve already ruled out Plitvice and Zadar because we don’t want to spend too much time on the road—this is a vacation, after all—and some travelers told me Zadar can be seen quickly and isn’t worth the long drive. For the nights, someone already suggested we spend the last two in Trogir to consolidate.
I particularly love beautiful towns, historic centers, ports, taking photos, shopping, beaches, and seeing stunning places. We’re not big on museums, and hiking with a little one makes long or steep hikes tricky, especially with the heat we might encounter.
Here’s the initial plan I’ve come up with:
Day 1:
Activities: Arrive in Split in the morning, pick up the car, explore the historic center, Marjan Hill... Klis Fortress, and see what else we can add before evening. Night: Initially planned near Plitvice (2 min away).
Day 2:
Activities: Day at Plitvice—check out Entrance 1 or 2 with the baby. Night: Lozovac (2 min from Krka, 16 min from Šibenik, and 1 hour from Zadar).
Day 3: Activities: Zadar and Šibenik. Night: Lozovac (2 min from Krka, 16 min from Šibenik, and 1 hour from Zadar).
Day 4: Activities: Krka National Park (someone recommended going after 4 PM and seeing the "circular" waterfalls) + Primošten. Night: Lozovac (2 min from Krka, 16 min from Šibenik, and 1 hour from Zadar).
Day 5: Activities: Hvar (exploring the island). Night: Jelsa.
Day 6: Activities: Omiš + Starigrad Fortress. Night: Omiš.
Day 7: Activities: Trogir city center, Čiovo Island. Night: Trogir.
I haven’t updated the plan yet because I’m still looking for the best way to optimize it. Someone suggested Makarska and Brač as alternatives to Plitvice.
Given that I’m already planning to visit Hvar with an overnight stay, is it worth adding Brač? If so, maybe taking the ferry without the car—would we still be able to enjoy the day without being too limited? Did I forget anything essential? Thanks in advance—I know answering all these questions can be repetitive, but it’ll save me so much time and help optimize our vacation. I also like to take my time and enjoy being there rather than stressing over preparations, which is why I’m planning just enough. What’s most important to me is optimizing the route and staying in places that let us explore easily. I think we’ll come back another time to enjoy Dubrovnik, which we didn’t include in this itinerary because it’s over two hours away with a border crossing.
What I really want to see: Trogir, Split, Krka, Hvar…
I’m in the middle of planning our trip to Croatia. We’re arriving in early September for a week in Split and leaving from Split as well. We’re a couple with a 20-month-old little girl. We’re renting a car directly at the airport, which I still need to book (I have a GOLD debit card). I hope that won’t be an issue because, logically, with this card, I shouldn’t need to take out extra insurance from the rental company. If you have any recommendations on that, I’d love to hear them.
As for the itinerary I’m planning, I’ve already ruled out Plitvice and Zadar because we don’t want to spend too much time on the road—this is a vacation, after all—and some travelers told me Zadar can be seen quickly and isn’t worth the long drive. For the nights, someone already suggested we spend the last two in Trogir to consolidate.
I particularly love beautiful towns, historic centers, ports, taking photos, shopping, beaches, and seeing stunning places. We’re not big on museums, and hiking with a little one makes long or steep hikes tricky, especially with the heat we might encounter.
Here’s the initial plan I’ve come up with:
Day 1:
Activities: Arrive in Split in the morning, pick up the car, explore the historic center, Marjan Hill... Klis Fortress, and see what else we can add before evening. Night: Initially planned near Plitvice (2 min away).
Day 2:
Activities: Day at Plitvice—check out Entrance 1 or 2 with the baby. Night: Lozovac (2 min from Krka, 16 min from Šibenik, and 1 hour from Zadar).
Day 3: Activities: Zadar and Šibenik. Night: Lozovac (2 min from Krka, 16 min from Šibenik, and 1 hour from Zadar).
Day 4: Activities: Krka National Park (someone recommended going after 4 PM and seeing the "circular" waterfalls) + Primošten. Night: Lozovac (2 min from Krka, 16 min from Šibenik, and 1 hour from Zadar).
Day 5: Activities: Hvar (exploring the island). Night: Jelsa.
Day 6: Activities: Omiš + Starigrad Fortress. Night: Omiš.
Day 7: Activities: Trogir city center, Čiovo Island. Night: Trogir.
I haven’t updated the plan yet because I’m still looking for the best way to optimize it. Someone suggested Makarska and Brač as alternatives to Plitvice.
Given that I’m already planning to visit Hvar with an overnight stay, is it worth adding Brač? If so, maybe taking the ferry without the car—would we still be able to enjoy the day without being too limited? Did I forget anything essential? Thanks in advance—I know answering all these questions can be repetitive, but it’ll save me so much time and help optimize our vacation. I also like to take my time and enjoy being there rather than stressing over preparations, which is why I’m planning just enough. What’s most important to me is optimizing the route and staying in places that let us explore easily. I think we’ll come back another time to enjoy Dubrovnik, which we didn’t include in this itinerary because it’s over two hours away with a border crossing.
What I really want to see: Trogir, Split, Krka, Hvar…
Newfoundland - Hikes in the Eastern Part of the Island
The Eastern region is a landscape of protected coasts and bays, charming little fishing villages, exceptional scenic routes, and hiking trails in the heart of preserved habitats where many migratory bird species live, including puffins.
Stretching from Cape Bonavista in the north, where John Cabot landed in 1497, to Fortune and Grand Bank in the south, this part of Newfoundland was the first to be discovered and settled.
Visiting this region is like stepping back in time and discovering the cultural and artistic richness of this province, all at a more relaxed pace.
Source: https://www.exploretnl.ca/region-est
Videos are embedded throughout the summary. Please click on the image to start the video.
Bonavista Peninsula - Trinity - Gun Hill Trail Bonavista Peninsula - Trinity East - Skerwink Trail Bonavista Peninsula - Elliston - Puffin viewing site Bonavista Peninsula - Elliston - Spillars Cove (Cable John Cove) Bonavista - Dungeon Provincial Park Bonavista - John Cabot Municipal Park Bonavista Peninsula - Cape Bonavista Lighthouse St. Lawrence - Cape Chapeau Rouge Trail
Stretching from Cape Bonavista in the north, where John Cabot landed in 1497, to Fortune and Grand Bank in the south, this part of Newfoundland was the first to be discovered and settled.
Visiting this region is like stepping back in time and discovering the cultural and artistic richness of this province, all at a more relaxed pace.
Source: https://www.exploretnl.ca/region-est
Videos are embedded throughout the summary. Please click on the image to start the video.
Bonavista Peninsula - Trinity - Gun Hill Trail Bonavista Peninsula - Trinity East - Skerwink Trail Bonavista Peninsula - Elliston - Puffin viewing site Bonavista Peninsula - Elliston - Spillars Cove (Cable John Cove) Bonavista - Dungeon Provincial Park Bonavista - John Cabot Municipal Park Bonavista Peninsula - Cape Bonavista Lighthouse St. Lawrence - Cape Chapeau Rouge Trail
Reflections: Theme for the May 2025 Contest
Here’s the theme for the lovely month of May—no worries, it won’t be lilies of the valley! 😄
This month’s theme is: “Reflection(s)” This leaves a pretty wide scope: reflections in water, of course, but also in windows, on buildings... I’ll leave it to your imagination, but the reflection should be clearly visible.
If this theme has been used before, it doesn’t matter. It’s getting tricky to find new themes that can attract as many participants as possible.
I’m currently in northern Finland and don’t have access to my hard drives, so I’ll add a few photos when I return to France. Here’s just one I took with my smartphone yesterday late afternoon:

Practical details:
Participation: Each VF member can submit up to 3 photos, until Monday, May 26 at 11:59 PM Paris time. Each photo must be posted in a separate message, with its number (1, 2, or 3). Don’t forget to add a little explanation (comment, location, etc.).
Voting: Each VF member can vote for the 3 photos they consider the best, based on their own criteria and the theme.
Voting will take place from Tuesday, May 27 to Saturday, May 31 at 11:59 PM Paris time.
The selected photos will be ranked in order of preference: - 1st photo: 3 points - 2nd: 2 points - 3rd: 1 point
The winner is the author of the photo with the most points.
Results will be published on June 1. In case of a tie, the number of first-place votes will decide. The winner will have the honor of organizing the June 2025 contest.
Photos that have already been nominated (1st, 2nd, or 3rd) in another contest are not eligible for this one.
This thread is exclusively for photos submitted to the contest. Any discussions or comments should be posted in the following thread: https://voyageforum.com/v.f?post=10707526;a=10707526
This month’s theme is: “Reflection(s)” This leaves a pretty wide scope: reflections in water, of course, but also in windows, on buildings... I’ll leave it to your imagination, but the reflection should be clearly visible.
If this theme has been used before, it doesn’t matter. It’s getting tricky to find new themes that can attract as many participants as possible.
I’m currently in northern Finland and don’t have access to my hard drives, so I’ll add a few photos when I return to France. Here’s just one I took with my smartphone yesterday late afternoon:

Practical details:
Participation: Each VF member can submit up to 3 photos, until Monday, May 26 at 11:59 PM Paris time. Each photo must be posted in a separate message, with its number (1, 2, or 3). Don’t forget to add a little explanation (comment, location, etc.).
Voting: Each VF member can vote for the 3 photos they consider the best, based on their own criteria and the theme.
Voting will take place from Tuesday, May 27 to Saturday, May 31 at 11:59 PM Paris time.
The selected photos will be ranked in order of preference: - 1st photo: 3 points - 2nd: 2 points - 3rd: 1 point
The winner is the author of the photo with the most points.
Results will be published on June 1. In case of a tie, the number of first-place votes will decide. The winner will have the honor of organizing the June 2025 contest.
Photos that have already been nominated (1st, 2nd, or 3rd) in another contest are not eligible for this one.
This thread is exclusively for photos submitted to the contest. Any discussions or comments should be posted in the following thread: https://voyageforum.com/v.f?post=10707526;a=10707526
All Over Thailand
You can post your personal photos in the following thread: https://voyageforum.com/forum/quelque-part-en-thailande-d10655574/
This travel journal is therefore intended solely for my photos, to present a consistent style. All the shots were taken with a simple Samsung Galaxy smartphone and with whatever was at hand.
All stays combined, I’ve spent the equivalent of three years at most in Thailand, and I’m not a big expert on the country. However, after many trips, lots of reading on VoyageForum and other sites, and conversations with many locals as well as expats, my view of the country is becoming clearer, though it’s constantly evolving. You never stop discovering and learning.
I guess I wanted to piece together a puzzle, mainly for those who want to get an idea of the country here and for those who miss it. I don’t know if this minimalist sharing will interest anyone, but it’ll do me good to put it together. After so many months without traveling and then these other long months with VF closed, there’s plenty of material available.
There’ll be a mix of places, periods, and subjects, but it might well be intentional.

I suspect many Thais have dogs because they make excellent guards for the home. Nothing better to deter burglars or to signal the presence of a snake. You’ll often see Thais tapping the top of their dog’s head, but don’t be fooled: it’s a sign of affection from them. Judging by the dogs’ reactions, they’re used to it.
Thailand is one of the countries on the planet where rabies is still present, so keep that in mind. It’s not just bites that can be dangerous, so don’t let just any dog lick you. Especially on a wound, of course. Even though dogs often fear humans—this dangerous and unpredictable predator—we still need to stay cautious. Be careful when walking into alleys because the dog will defend its master’s big property, be careful at night, and be careful when they’re in packs. It sometimes crosses our minds that Thailand isn’t really made for walking around, and dogs are one of the reasons. That said, it’s not uncommon to see them chasing bikes or scooters. Cars, though, are much rarer—they’re too big.
It seems Thais prefer to give their dogs freedom by not locking them behind gates. Though sometimes the gate is closed, the little side door is wide open. Oh, and sometimes there’s no gate in front of the property, or it’s been broken for years.
You’ll often see dogs sleeping on the side of the road, sometimes right on the road. When you arrive, they move aside nonchalantly—or not at all. It’s less funny when they suddenly appear from thick vegetation, which reminds visitors not to drive too fast. As a result, you’ll notice that dogs with injuries or missing legs aren’t that rare.
Since they believe in reincarnation and respect for all forms of life, they don’t chase dog packs away too much, and they don’t sterilize them enough. Seeing a small pack roaming freely in the countryside, you might think it’s best not to cross paths with them at the edge of a field. A darker side of this is that euthanasia isn’t often practiced. Twice, we saw dogs at temples on the brink of death, enduring terrible suffering. No one did anything about it. The image (and the smell) of one of them, dying and emitting the stench of death, still comes back to me sometimes.
Some of you may have seen the YouTube vlog of a French woman living in Phuket who was given a little pig by her Thai friends. The well-fed animal quickly became a happy, enormous beast with its own garden. Yet, it didn’t take long for it to fall seriously ill and become incurable. In her video, the French woman described how difficult it was to find a vet willing to perform euthanasia.
You’ll often see bowls by the side of the road. Thais leave food and water in them for stray cats and dogs. Overall, they have a big heart for animals.
If you ever pop into a shopping mall, you might see people pushing their small dogs in strollers. It’s not a gimmick—it’s just that these strollers are provided for customers to put their pets in, otherwise you can’t bring them inside. It looks a bit odd when you expect to see a baby.
This travel journal is therefore intended solely for my photos, to present a consistent style. All the shots were taken with a simple Samsung Galaxy smartphone and with whatever was at hand.
All stays combined, I’ve spent the equivalent of three years at most in Thailand, and I’m not a big expert on the country. However, after many trips, lots of reading on VoyageForum and other sites, and conversations with many locals as well as expats, my view of the country is becoming clearer, though it’s constantly evolving. You never stop discovering and learning.
I guess I wanted to piece together a puzzle, mainly for those who want to get an idea of the country here and for those who miss it. I don’t know if this minimalist sharing will interest anyone, but it’ll do me good to put it together. After so many months without traveling and then these other long months with VF closed, there’s plenty of material available.
There’ll be a mix of places, periods, and subjects, but it might well be intentional.

I suspect many Thais have dogs because they make excellent guards for the home. Nothing better to deter burglars or to signal the presence of a snake. You’ll often see Thais tapping the top of their dog’s head, but don’t be fooled: it’s a sign of affection from them. Judging by the dogs’ reactions, they’re used to it.
Thailand is one of the countries on the planet where rabies is still present, so keep that in mind. It’s not just bites that can be dangerous, so don’t let just any dog lick you. Especially on a wound, of course. Even though dogs often fear humans—this dangerous and unpredictable predator—we still need to stay cautious. Be careful when walking into alleys because the dog will defend its master’s big property, be careful at night, and be careful when they’re in packs. It sometimes crosses our minds that Thailand isn’t really made for walking around, and dogs are one of the reasons. That said, it’s not uncommon to see them chasing bikes or scooters. Cars, though, are much rarer—they’re too big.
It seems Thais prefer to give their dogs freedom by not locking them behind gates. Though sometimes the gate is closed, the little side door is wide open. Oh, and sometimes there’s no gate in front of the property, or it’s been broken for years.
You’ll often see dogs sleeping on the side of the road, sometimes right on the road. When you arrive, they move aside nonchalantly—or not at all. It’s less funny when they suddenly appear from thick vegetation, which reminds visitors not to drive too fast. As a result, you’ll notice that dogs with injuries or missing legs aren’t that rare.
Since they believe in reincarnation and respect for all forms of life, they don’t chase dog packs away too much, and they don’t sterilize them enough. Seeing a small pack roaming freely in the countryside, you might think it’s best not to cross paths with them at the edge of a field. A darker side of this is that euthanasia isn’t often practiced. Twice, we saw dogs at temples on the brink of death, enduring terrible suffering. No one did anything about it. The image (and the smell) of one of them, dying and emitting the stench of death, still comes back to me sometimes.
Some of you may have seen the YouTube vlog of a French woman living in Phuket who was given a little pig by her Thai friends. The well-fed animal quickly became a happy, enormous beast with its own garden. Yet, it didn’t take long for it to fall seriously ill and become incurable. In her video, the French woman described how difficult it was to find a vet willing to perform euthanasia.
You’ll often see bowls by the side of the road. Thais leave food and water in them for stray cats and dogs. Overall, they have a big heart for animals.
If you ever pop into a shopping mall, you might see people pushing their small dogs in strollers. It’s not a gimmick—it’s just that these strollers are provided for customers to put their pets in, otherwise you can’t bring them inside. It looks a bit odd when you expect to see a baby.