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Bonjour,

Je suis à la recherche d'une bonne adresse pour dormir à Prague: auberge de jeunesse, bed & breakfast ou hôtel sympa.... du moment que le prix est raisonnable.

Merci pour le coup de pouce!

Bonjour a tous!

Cet été (juin-juillet-aout...peut-etre plus) j'ai decider d'explorer la suisse, mais comme je prevois de voyager tres leger, et a pied ou sur le pouce, jai quelque questions pour ceux qui ont deja visité ou qui habite la Suisse.

Comment est-ce vu par les gens en suisse de voyager sur le pouce, autant par les authorités que par les habitants, est-ce facile ou meme inimaginable :P ?

Je sais tres bien que la vie en Suisse est dispendieuse, mais a quoi est-ce qu' un routard peu bien s'attendre comme budget pour manger sainement mais tres simplement?

Et finalement, pour dormir...est-il bien percu par les gens de les approcher pour leur demander un petit coin de terre pour se tenter une nuit? Comme je l'ai beaucoup pratiqué a travers le canada, j'aimerais bien repéter l'expérience :)

Alors en espérant quelque réponse :)

Merci a tous!

Quelqu'un pourrait il m'indiquer quoi emmener dans ma trousse à pharmacie pour une croisière sur le Nil avec nos 3 enfants ?

Merci

Bonjour à tous, notre projet 9 Mois en Amsud poursuit son élaboration, en vue d'un depart à la mi-septembre de cette année.

Un grand merci à tous les membres, qui par leurs messages apportés dans la discussion "9 mois en Amsud", nous filent un bon coup de pouce dans la construction de cette aventure! Tout cela nous permet de bien avancer.

1ere Etape: Le VENEZUELA pour environ 4 semaines.

Encore une fois, il a fallut faire des choix ( Exit l'ouest du pays: Los LLanos risquent d'etre inondés, et les Andes se sera pour la fin du voyage ), voici notre parcours:

Semaine 1: Caracas - Barcelona - Puerto La Cruz - Parque Nacional Mochima - Cumana - Araya.

Semaine 2: Delta de l'Orenoque (itineraire encore imprecis).

Semaine 3: Ciudad Guyana - Ciudad Bolivar - Ciudad Piar - Canaima - Salto Angel.

Semaine 4: Roraïma.

Les "specialistes" du Venezuela, qu'en pensez-vous ? Toutes les suggestions, les bons plans et les bonnes adresses sont evidemment les bienvenus, notamment sur les moyens de locomotion les mieux adaptés, les hebergements les plus sympas (et pas trop cher si possible), les points d'interets à ne pas manquer sur notre route, et la faisabilité des trekks (Orenoque, Salto Angel, Roraima).

Merci à tous pour votre aide.

😉Mick & Sandrine.

J'ai eu la chance de passée quelques jours à Prague et ses environs, je conseille chaudement;Architecture magnifique, bcp d'histoire, bon nightlife, ville bcp plus propre qu 'on a tendance à croire et tout ca pour un coût plus qu 'abordable.La monnaie n'est pas l'Euro donc ca nous donne un bon coup de pouce à nous, pauvre dollard Canadiens.

Je vous conseille l'auberge Sir tobby's :avec cuisinette, décor charmant et près de la gare.Réservé avant même si vous êtes comme moi("des pas réserveux")Pour environ 10 euro pour dortoir.

Si vous avez la chance de faire un léger détour par Karvoly Vary, EXCELLENT!!

Allez-y vous ne le regretterez pas.

Erika

Bonjour !!!

J’aimerais voyager aux Etats-Unis pour perfectionner mon anglais et bien sûr visité. J’ai deux mois (juillet et août) pour commencer à visiter les Etats-Unis. J’aimerais voir bien sûr New York, Los Angeles, Chicago, Boston, etc… Je veux vivre cette expérience seule, mais je sais que dans la plupart des états, voyager sur le pouce est illégal, alors je ne sais pas trop comment voyager pour pas cher. J’aurais besoin de conseil.

Merci d'avance

Holà à tous,

je prepare un voyage de 7mois de Mtl à Buenos-Aires 🙂 et je voudrais savoir ce que vous pensez de la stabilité des pays que je traverserais e avril-mai: mexique-cuba-jamaique-guatemala-honduras-el salvadore-costa ricca-panama (surtout sa frontiere avec la colombie). 😎

Je prevois de voyager seul avec mon couchage et mon pouce et un peu de materiel (photo, video, son) pour realiser des reportages malgré mon espagnol débutant. 🤪

J'ai un problème que je n'arrive pas à résoudre concernant l'accès dans ces pays. Leur ambassade me dit que mon passeport suffit mais que je doit justifier d'un titre de transport de sortie!?! Hors je suis globe-trotter sans trop savoir ou je vais aller, mis à part que je dois être à BA le 12aout, alors... Astuces???

Coté finance, j'ai des euros (que je changerais au cours du trajet) + cb. Me conseillez-vous des travellers?

muchos gracias et n'hésitez pas à m'filer les plans pas chers (bouffe, transport, hebergement) et ceux à ne pas rater (paysages, treck, visites).

vinee

ps: et si je m'achetais un cheval? j'adore les chevaux... Olé, Caballieros!

ps bis: ceci est la 2ème des 3 phases du voyage, si vous avez des infos sur les deux autres (n.1- Mtl-SanDiego et n.3-veneuela-colombie-equateur-perou-bolivie-paraguay-chili-argentine) RDV dans les forums concernés.

Holà à tous,

je prepare un voyage de 7mois de Mtl à Buenos-Aires 🙂 et je voudrais savoir ce que vous pensez de la stabilité des pays que je traverserais (de mai à août): venezuela, colombie, perou, bolivie, paraguay, chili et argentine. 😎

Je prevois de voyager seul avec mon couchage et mon pouce et un peu de materiel (photo, video, son) pour realiser des reportages malgré mon espagnol débutant. 🤪

J'ai un problème que je n'arrive pas à résoudre concernant l'accès dans ces pays. Leur ambassade me dit que mon passeport suffit mais que je doit justifier d'un titre de transport de sortie!?! Hors je suis globe-trotter sans trop savoir ou je vais aller, mis à part que je dois être à BA le 12aout, alors... Astuces???

Coté finance, j'ai des euros (que je changerais au cours du trajet) + cb. Me conseillez-vous des travellers?

muchos gracias et n'hésitez pas à m'filer les plans pas chers (bouffe, transport, hebergement) et ceux à ne pas rater (paysages, treck, visites).

vinee contact@vineegraphite.org www.vineegraphite.com

ps: et si je m'achetais un cheval? j'adore les chevaux... Olé, Caballieros!

ps bis: ceci est la 3ème phase du voyage, si vous avez des infos sur les deux 1ères (n.1- Mtl-SanDiego et n.2-Mexique/cuba/jamaique/amerique centrale) RDV dans les forums concernés.

bonjour! Je suis en master d'économie du développement, et j'aimerai beaucoup partir entre 1 mois et 3 mois dans les Balkans pour un projet intéressant (à responsabilités si possible) auprès des enfants... est ce que quelqu'un connaîtrait une ONG qui a besoin d'un coup de pouce...? ou tout autres sources de contact... Merci beaucoup!!

...Pour tous ces "là-bas" qui n'ont jamais été si près...

Alors plutôt que de verser de l'argent sur un des comptes d'une "grosse" association, nous avions envie de plutôt donner un coup de pouce plus particulièrement à une petite structure qui existe déjà sur le terrain. Si vous pensez que cette idée tient la route et qu'au détour d'un de vos voyages vous en avez rencontré, merci de nous faire signe !

Bonjour à tous, je compte partir au Maroc vers avril 2005 puis, une fois la saison des pluies passée, descendre dans un premier temps jusqu'à Tombouctou (Mali) via la Mauritanie. Je voyagerai en pouce, bus, taxi, etc et pourquoi pas suivre une caravane de sel ou autre qui descendrait du Maroc jusqu'au Mali. Et la j'ai besoin de conseils. Y'a-t-il des caravaniers qui accepteraient de me conduire? Est ce dangereux pour ma sécurité (pilleurs, ect)? ou tout simplement est ce physiquement réalisable (je n'ai pas l'habitude de la randonnée)?... voila merci bcp ciao emigauth

bonjour! je pars a cuba holguin en janvier, j`aimerais savoir, on recompense comment l femme de menage en peso ou en petit cadeau et quelle genre de cadeaux faut lui donner

merci

Bonjour,

Ma conjointe et moi aimerions savoir si décembre (17 au 24) est une date où les températures sont agréables à cet endroit? Quel degrés environ? Les commentaires sur la plage seraient appréciés puisque Reggie est un "amant" de la plage... il aime allonger ses 6 pieds 1 pouce face à la mer et non sur le travers...😏

Aussi, comment est le fond de l'eau? Algues, sable ou autres...?

Est-ce qu'il y en a qui ont essayé les bars là-bas 🤪 ?

Est-il possible d'avoir des chambres avec vue sur la mer ?

Tous vos commentaires sont les bienvenus...

Reggie et Gigie 😎😛

Salut,

toute la journée j'ai cherché des infos sur des gens qui décollaient à peu près en même temps que moi pour la Colombie Britannique, j'ai rien trouvé chu p-e tard, mais tant pis je voulais juste allumer une autre mèche,

je m'y rend sur le pouce, en trippeux, avec une tente, sac de couchage, matelas de foam, un peu d'argent mais pas beaucoup, je m'en vais sois cueillir des fruit (vallée de l'Okanagan) et sinon je m'arrêterai en passant en Alberta, dans une ferme de Canola, d'une ferme bovine ou p'importe, je n'ai pas envie de savoir où

j'ai sorti une carte routière de chaque provinces, et j'ai comme dans l'idée que je vais m'éloigner de mon but, pour aller plus au Nord, risquer un coup de dé. Je n'ai trouvé personne d'intéressé, mais tant pis, je voulais juste faire rêver...

Dommage que je n'ai pas connu ce site auparavant, je décolle demain matin à 5h, de Rouyn-Noranda, j'me rend... somewhere...

Bonjour tout le monde,

je désire aller voir Duplessi jusqua Blanc Sablon et les petites Iles, j'aimerais savoir si il y a des gens qui y sont deja été. Je crois que les autobus ne se rendent pas, ni le train... Pour quelqun sans auto, il y a -t-il un autre moyen de s'y rendre outre le "pouce".

merci et bonne journée a tous!

Caro

Bonjour a tous,

Voila je suis menuisier et je voudrais savoir si il existe des adresses ONG pour mettre a contribution mes connaissances professionnelles et personnelles dans l'humanitaire sur un projet a long termes?

dans le but de developpement artisanal et culturelle ou pour construstion et réabilitation de logement.

ne sachant ou m'orienter j'aimerai avoir un petit coup de pouce de votre part.🤪

merci a tous.🙂

Je veux partir en voyage avec mon chum au début mars ca c sur mais notre gros probleme c'est que nous voulons aller partout et la nous ne savons plus koi faire? Nous Étions supposés aller en floride en bus et de la faire du pouce jusqu'en n-o et en californie essayer de travailler ici et la pour survivre...Ca c'était le plan 1 ensuite on a eu le gout d'aller travailler sur un bateau de croisiere mais on manque po mal d'info donc on a un peu mis cela de coté...A la base la destination que j'avais choisi etait d'aller en australie et à partir de la je voulais faire le tour n-zelande, thailande...et encore et encore.

Du Québec un billet d'avion pour l'Australie c 2500$ environ fak fois 2 ca fait 5000$ pis la c juste pour se rendre on a meme pas d'argent rendu la bas... Ca fait longtemps que je devrais etre partie mais je ne sais plus ou aller ni koi faire???

pouvez-vous me suggerer et me dire comment ca fonctionne pour les visa ou si vous connaissez un moyen moins cher pour les bilets ou peu importe quel idée vous avez moi je les prends toutes on c jamais....🤪merci j'attends toutes vos suggestions -xx-

Hello, In mid-November, we’ll be in Mindelo and Santo Antão. We’ve booked transportation with Kapverden Tours. One trip is from Porto Novo to Ponta do Sol, including the hike from Corda to Coculi. What’s the trail like? Then we’ll be staying in Ponta do Sol,

Here’s what we’re planning: A hike to Fontainhas—what’s the best direction, considering we’re not great with climbs? No problem with flat terrain or descents. Take an aluguer to Ribeira Grande and continue along the coastal road.

With the agency: An excursion to Cruzinha with a short walk. Return to Porto Novo via the path from Cova to… I’m not sure where yet, to pick up the car for Porto Novo, since we’ll be taking the ferry that evening. We’ll have a guide for this hike.

We’d love to spend a day in Tarrafal, but getting back requires a boat or taxi, and it’s really expensive!

We’re a couple, 78 and 76 years old. What do you think of this itinerary?

Hi everyone,

It’s been ages since I last dropped by here... maybe simply because, apart from Nepal, I haven’t really had the chance to hit the road lately. 😉

This year, I’d love to spend a few days in Lisbon, probably in late May or early June. But with my budget being what it is, I’m looking for great tips to avoid wasting time once I’m there and risk missing out on hidden gems or unusual culinary specialties and/or quirky activities! I’m hoping to find a room in a local’s home where I can stay in a quiet neighborhood near the center, so I can get around without relying too much on public transport—my walking shoes are my best travel buddies. I’d love all your recommendations, especially for parks, small neighborhood markets, casual eateries for a quick bite, your favorite viewpoints to soak in the scenery (I’m bringing my travel journal to sketch my getaway in watercolors), events around traditional art and crafts, and so on. All your advice will definitely help me travel peacefully and come back with my head full of vibrant memories! Thanks in advance, everyone! Isabelle

Good morning! We're heading to Cape Verde for 2 weeks at the end of April—São Vicente, Boa Vista, and Santiago. We’re a family of 5: 3 kids (4, 6, and 12) and 2 adults.

My questions revolve around beaches (a spot with interesting snorkeling and safe swimming for the kids), accommodation (kid-friendly, parks nearby, pool, beach, or nature—more like guesthouses or family-run pensions), hikes (accessible for kids), and whether renting a car makes sense depending on the island, even though local buses are an adventure in themselves.

**Santiago:** - Beach & snorkeling: Tarrafal, Quebra Canela in Praia, Ribeira da Barca (okay for kids?), Águas Belas? - Any nice places to stay? - Hikes: Malagueta?, Baobab Boa Entrada, Pico António (accessible? elevation gain, time to climb, difficulty, interest for kids?)

**Boa Vista:** - Beach + snorkeling: Santa Mónica, Praia de Chaves, Gatas, ... Estoril Beach in Sal Rei maybe? - Can we swim at Turtle Bay to see the turtles even though it’s not nesting season? - Any nice places to stay? - Hikes: Viana Desert? Can we explore it solo by renting a 4x4 and easily find the points of interest? - Is it worth renting a 4x4 for our stay in Boa Vista?

**São Vicente:** - Beach + snorkeling: Laginha, Porto Grande, Praia Grande, Baía das Gatas, São Pedro...? (safe, good snorkeling?) - Any nice places to stay? - Hikes: cliffs?, Monte Verde?

Thanks for your feedback, great tips—especially for accommodation where we’re totally in the dark! And your thoughts on whether renting a car is a good idea and which beaches are safest for kids.

See you soon! Christophe

Hi there, we’re heading to Tuscany in the second half of August with two kids (8 and 6 years old). We’ve zeroed in on the area around Siena and Florence for now. I’m looking for recommendations on places to stay and things to see that are great for families. Also, just to add, we’ll be traveling by train and plan to rent a car once we’re there—any tips on car rental companies?

Thanks!

Hi there, we’re planning a trip to Norway next June. Since my partner gets vertigo, renting a car is out of the question. So, we’re thinking of doing the Bergen to Kirkenes route by cruise—6 nights, 7 days—with either Hurtigruten or Havila. Is this journey as amazing as it sounds? Is one provider better than the other?

Basically, any tips would be super helpful.

Thanks.

Hi there, we’ll be in Portugal from March 9 to April 14, 2026. We’ve booked our first five days in Lisbon for sightseeing. After that, we’d like to rent a campervan (RV), but we’re having trouble finding a good site for the rental. The rental would be for about three weeks. Do you have any suggestions for us? We think it’s best to book the campervan before we arrive. And since we’re not mechanics, we need a vehicle in good condition...

Thanks so much for your suggestions. We’re open to everything—even route ideas and places to visit! Pierrette

Hi there, we're planning a 3-week trip to Indonesia in October 2026 with our kids, who’ll be 5 and a half and 3 and a half years old. We’re thinking of visiting Komodo—maybe on a cruise—Sulawesi, and Raja Ampat. We were wondering if it’s doable with young kids? Are they welcome on boats? In homestays? We’re not the type to shy away from traveling with our kids, but since it *is* pretty far off the beaten path, we’ve got some questions. Thanks in advance for your feedback! !

“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!

Hi everyone,

I’ve planned a little day trip with my kids (12 and 16 years old) to Venice. The goal is to go for a walk through the city’s streets rather than visiting museums, which would take way too much time. We’d like to pass by the main landmarks, so I’ve put together a small 15 km hike... (thanks to Komoot and visioRando). Could you take a quick look and let me know if I’ve missed anything or made any mistakes?

1. Start at Santa Lucia Train Station 2. Ponte Degli Scalzi 3. Ponte dei Pugni 4. squero de San Trovaso 5 Le rio della Salute 6. Accademia Bridge 7. St. Mark’s Square 8. St. Mark’s Basilica 9. Ponte de la Canonica 10. Ponte de la Pietà 11. Ponte de la Tana 12. The Arsenale 13. Bridge of Sighs 14. Doge’s Palace Then return to the Rialto Bridge via Marzaria dell’Orologio

Also, could you tell me if the Doge’s Palace courtyard is paid entry? Thanks for your help and feedback!

Stéphane.

Hi there,

We’re planning a trip to Central America and South America, but we’re still unsure about the destination. It’s for a trip in July 2025, so weather is definitely a factor. For Ecuador, the weather seems favorable, but my wife knows an Ecuadorian woman who told her that the security situation has really deteriorated, especially on the west side (beaches, etc.).

Has anyone traveled to Ecuador recently (in 2025) and could share their experience? (security situation, recommended itineraries)

In terms of things to see (typical villages, landscapes), weather, and prices, Ecuador seems more appealing to us than Costa Rica or Panama, which we’re also considering.

En l'état actuel des choses, le pont est terminé, il sera inauguré le 3 août et on pourra le franchir en voiture dès le 5 août...

Bonjour, je pars avec un vélo de course avec des tous de 700 par 25, pouvez-vous me dire si sur ce trajet il y a une présence de silex ?, Merci Hervé