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Trip report: Coron and Palawan in the Philippines
Hi everyone,
We (two adults, 74 and 70 years old) had already shared a travel journal about our first trip to the Philippines in February/March 2019 on this forum (https://voyageforum.com/v.f?post=9377175;search_string=carnet%20philippines). We had visited Manila, the Banaue rice terraces, Sagada, the Visayas (Bohol, Siquijor, Dumaguette), and on our way back to Luzon, the Taal volcano before returning to France. Delighted by this trip, organized by the French-speaking agency Alizé, we decided to further explore this beautiful country, this time focusing on Coron and Palawan.
Before writing this journal, I should mention that these are personal comments and don’t reflect any differing opinions. Without any literary or photographic talent, I’ll stick to the facts and share a few details about the visits, hotels, and restaurants.
Preparations
We decided to return in mid-January 2025 and consulted three French-speaking tour operators to create a trip based on our wishes (places to visit, type of accommodation) and budget. Comparing three operators helped us weigh their advice and make our choices. Only our first operator respected the budget, a second came close, and the third proposed a slightly more upscale trip. In the end, we chose the agency from our first trip. Our discussions helped refine our itinerary, and when we reviewed it point by point, the document provided was perfect, full of great tips. The most debated point was a 3-day, 2-night cruise between Coron and Palawan. We were tempted but worried about being the only "older" travelers among younger people and feared two uncomfortable nights. Reassured by our tour operator, we finally opted for this "exploration." We’ll come back to that later. Once the choice was made and dates set, we booked our international flights with Cathay Pacific for 750 € per person, which offers the best schedules (short layovers) at an acceptable price for flights arriving in Cebu. Our trip started on February 25 and returned to Paris on March 15.
International flights
The round-trip flights went smoothly. Cathay does the job well, without frills. The service quality seems to have slightly declined compared to our previous trips with them. Hong Kong Airport is huge but very practical. Note that not all airlines serve Cebu. Recommendation: Fill out your Philippine entry form within 72 hours before your flight. This can prevent issues with the airline (possible boarding refusal) and saves a lot of time upon arrival (see the Philippine embassy website).
Domestic flights
For our two domestic flights—Cebu to Coron and Puerto Princesa to Cebu—our tour operator chose Philippine Airlines and their propeller planes. No problems there.
Day 1: We landed around 12 PM (local time) after 17 hours of travel. A driver was waiting for us at the airport exit and took us to our hotel, intentionally chosen near the airport (Mandaue, about 10 minutes away) to help us recover and get a good night’s sleep before our early morning domestic flight the next day. The Mayoo Hotel, reasonably priced, was perfect for this. Large, beautiful room in a new building—clean, comfortable, with a spa. We could relax by the pool on the 16th floor and enjoy the city view. The breakfast was exceptional, and the staff was smiling, attentive, and helpful. An ATM in the lobby allowed for withdrawals. However, the hotel is in a neighborhood with nothing to see or do. We dined at the Korean restaurant K-GOGI across from the hotel—a real attraction and a great discovery.
Day 2: After a restful night, we were driven to the airport around 6:30 AM for an 8:10 AM flight from Cebu to Busuanga (Coron).

The flight was uneventful. Upon arrival, we paid 200 pesos per person for the Coron tourist fee before a 40-minute transfer to our hotel: Natura Resort, located outside the city in a secluded spot. The setting is stunning—a beautifully maintained tropical garden, a pleasant pool, and the option to book massages. The cottages are tropical-style with thatched roofs, simple and unpretentious.

The owner, who speaks French, told us that given the heat and our ages, climbing the 721 steps to the top of Mount Tapyas wasn’t necessary. She gave us a few rooftop recommendations to watch the sunset over Coron Bay. After a good swim in the pool and a meal at the resort’s pleasant restaurant, we hired a tricycle to go into town. We were told it costs 150 pesos one way, and depending on the return time, it could exceed 250 pesos. But our driver gave us his WhatsApp number and charged the same price regardless of the time. He just earned two days’ worth of customers. He dropped us off at the port where bangkas (local boats) gather for day trips. It was the end of the day, so there was a rush. A few shops around the port sold waterproof bags for marine excursions at reasonable prices (compared to back home), after some bargaining. We wandered the town’s alleys looking for the Top Hotel, whose rooftop is famous. Indeed, it’s perfectly located to admire the sunset and enjoy a refreshing drink.



We dined nearby at a small Chinese restaurant, then just had to call our driver to head back. The night wasn’t entirely restful—our hotel had a soundtrack of all the countryside animals, and it seemed they had no set bedtime! :
Preparations
We decided to return in mid-January 2025 and consulted three French-speaking tour operators to create a trip based on our wishes (places to visit, type of accommodation) and budget. Comparing three operators helped us weigh their advice and make our choices. Only our first operator respected the budget, a second came close, and the third proposed a slightly more upscale trip. In the end, we chose the agency from our first trip. Our discussions helped refine our itinerary, and when we reviewed it point by point, the document provided was perfect, full of great tips. The most debated point was a 3-day, 2-night cruise between Coron and Palawan. We were tempted but worried about being the only "older" travelers among younger people and feared two uncomfortable nights. Reassured by our tour operator, we finally opted for this "exploration." We’ll come back to that later. Once the choice was made and dates set, we booked our international flights with Cathay Pacific for 750 € per person, which offers the best schedules (short layovers) at an acceptable price for flights arriving in Cebu. Our trip started on February 25 and returned to Paris on March 15.
International flights
The round-trip flights went smoothly. Cathay does the job well, without frills. The service quality seems to have slightly declined compared to our previous trips with them. Hong Kong Airport is huge but very practical. Note that not all airlines serve Cebu. Recommendation: Fill out your Philippine entry form within 72 hours before your flight. This can prevent issues with the airline (possible boarding refusal) and saves a lot of time upon arrival (see the Philippine embassy website).
Domestic flights
For our two domestic flights—Cebu to Coron and Puerto Princesa to Cebu—our tour operator chose Philippine Airlines and their propeller planes. No problems there.
Day 1: We landed around 12 PM (local time) after 17 hours of travel. A driver was waiting for us at the airport exit and took us to our hotel, intentionally chosen near the airport (Mandaue, about 10 minutes away) to help us recover and get a good night’s sleep before our early morning domestic flight the next day. The Mayoo Hotel, reasonably priced, was perfect for this. Large, beautiful room in a new building—clean, comfortable, with a spa. We could relax by the pool on the 16th floor and enjoy the city view. The breakfast was exceptional, and the staff was smiling, attentive, and helpful. An ATM in the lobby allowed for withdrawals. However, the hotel is in a neighborhood with nothing to see or do. We dined at the Korean restaurant K-GOGI across from the hotel—a real attraction and a great discovery.
Day 2: After a restful night, we were driven to the airport around 6:30 AM for an 8:10 AM flight from Cebu to Busuanga (Coron).

The flight was uneventful. Upon arrival, we paid 200 pesos per person for the Coron tourist fee before a 40-minute transfer to our hotel: Natura Resort, located outside the city in a secluded spot. The setting is stunning—a beautifully maintained tropical garden, a pleasant pool, and the option to book massages. The cottages are tropical-style with thatched roofs, simple and unpretentious.

The owner, who speaks French, told us that given the heat and our ages, climbing the 721 steps to the top of Mount Tapyas wasn’t necessary. She gave us a few rooftop recommendations to watch the sunset over Coron Bay. After a good swim in the pool and a meal at the resort’s pleasant restaurant, we hired a tricycle to go into town. We were told it costs 150 pesos one way, and depending on the return time, it could exceed 250 pesos. But our driver gave us his WhatsApp number and charged the same price regardless of the time. He just earned two days’ worth of customers. He dropped us off at the port where bangkas (local boats) gather for day trips. It was the end of the day, so there was a rush. A few shops around the port sold waterproof bags for marine excursions at reasonable prices (compared to back home), after some bargaining. We wandered the town’s alleys looking for the Top Hotel, whose rooftop is famous. Indeed, it’s perfectly located to admire the sunset and enjoy a refreshing drink.



We dined nearby at a small Chinese restaurant, then just had to call our driver to head back. The night wasn’t entirely restful—our hotel had a soundtrack of all the countryside animals, and it seemed they had no set bedtime! :
Outfitter for Little Finland in Nevada
Hi,
Is there, to your knowledge, an outfitter or several outfitters that include a visit to Little Finland in Nevada in their offerings? If so, have you had any experience with them and do you have their contact details?
Thanks in advance!
Return to "The Wave" (Coyote Buttes North Advanced Lottery): access trail questions
Hi there,
I just got the "congratulations" email last night letting me know that our first-choice access to The Wave for June 16, 2025, was approved in the March 1st lottery draw! We thought we’d missed out since we hadn’t heard anything on the 1st or 2nd of March...
It’s true that for the past two years, it’s no longer 10 and 10 people like before, but 48 and 16 who are allowed to enter the site through the two lottery processes. That helps balance out the surge in applications that must come with the place’s growing global fame...
I haven’t found any info on this, but does anyone know how many applications are typically submitted each month per date for the Advanced Lottery?
So, my somewhat lucky track record for 3 attempts: 2 successes for April 2009 and June 2025, and one miss for September 2011. We’re still a little nervous about the likely high temperatures, with hardly any shade or water on-site 😛. At Easter 2009, it had snowed a bit the day before...
From what I remember, the access trail from Route 89 to Wire Pass Trailhead was doable without a 4x4, with a bit of ground clearance and careful driving (obviously no storms). A simple Toyota RAV4, like the one we’re planning to rent, should be fine in dry conditions?
We’ll be heading there from Page on the morning of 06/16 (how long’s the drive?), then heading to Kanab for 3 nights in the evening.
Thanks for any tips you might have! 😉
Sao Tomé, the forgotten island
Hey there, it's me again—back with my usual travel journal share for our loved ones, from our 15-day trip in October 2019.

"Ah, here it is at last—that sweet scent of elsewhere so dear to Cricri and Lulu’s noses, that mix of apprehension and desire when facing the unknown.
We’re really diving into the unknown this time, taking you to the island of SAO TOMÉ... also known as the island: *‘Wait, what did you say?’* 😄. Because apparently, no one’s heard of Sao Tomé—except our Portuguese friends.
It’s an archipelago of three islands smack in the middle of the world, right on the equator, off the coast of Gabon.

No, these aren’t the sun-soaked, Polynesian lagoon islands. Here, *‘it rains, it pours...’* pretty much all the time, it seems.
There’s not much to *‘see’* in the traditional tourist sense—EXCEPT for stunning landscapes, lush vegetation, a few beaches with golden or black sand, colonial buildings still in their original state, a single main road, and plenty of *‘tracks’* that are more or less drivable. All this surrounded by an African population that speaks Portuguese and is known for its warm welcome.
Well, that should be enough for our happiness—and hopefully yours too! 😊

Ready for landing?

"Ah, here it is at last—that sweet scent of elsewhere so dear to Cricri and Lulu’s noses, that mix of apprehension and desire when facing the unknown.
We’re really diving into the unknown this time, taking you to the island of SAO TOMÉ... also known as the island: *‘Wait, what did you say?’* 😄. Because apparently, no one’s heard of Sao Tomé—except our Portuguese friends.
It’s an archipelago of three islands smack in the middle of the world, right on the equator, off the coast of Gabon.

No, these aren’t the sun-soaked, Polynesian lagoon islands. Here, *‘it rains, it pours...’* pretty much all the time, it seems.
There’s not much to *‘see’* in the traditional tourist sense—EXCEPT for stunning landscapes, lush vegetation, a few beaches with golden or black sand, colonial buildings still in their original state, a single main road, and plenty of *‘tracks’* that are more or less drivable. All this surrounded by an African population that speaks Portuguese and is known for its warm welcome.
Well, that should be enough for our happiness—and hopefully yours too! 😊

Ready for landing?
First trip to South Africa: what itinerary?
Hello forum,
We’re a family of 4 adults (2 grown daughters) planning our first trip to South Africa for 3 weeks in August 2025, traveling independently. I’ve been drawing inspiration from several posts on the forum. I’d like to book our flight tickets and nights in Kruger Park as soon as possible since that’s the most urgent part to finalize, if I understood correctly.
Here’s a first draft of our itinerary (with lots of unknowns about what there’ll be to see/do in Eswatini, Lesotho, Durban, etc.—I feel like the Lesotho leg involves a lot of driving).
I’d really appreciate input from the experts to help us craft a great trip. Thanks in advance!
Day 1
Departure from Paris Day 2
Morning Early arrival in Johannesburg Pick up rental car Groceries Afternoon Sightseeing Night in AirBNB near Johannesburg (1/1) Day 3
Morning Drive to Blyde River Canyon (500 km - 6h30) Afternoon Visit the canyon Night in AirBNB near Blyde River Canyon (1/1) Day 4
Morning Drive to central Kruger (200 km - 3h30) Night in Rest Camp (1/2) Day 5
Night in Rest Camp (2/2) Day 6
Morning Drive to southern Kruger (150 km - 3h) Night in Rest Camp (1/3) Day 7
Night in Rest Camp (2/3) Day 8
Night in Rest Camp (3/3) Day 9
Morning Drive to Mbabane (Eswatini) (250 km - 4h) Night in AirBNB or other (1/1) Day 10
Morning Drive to Maputaland (300 km - 4h) Afternoon Swimming (hippos and crocs?) Night in AirBNB or other (1/1) Day 11
Morning Drive to Hluhluwe-Umfolozi (130 km - 2h) Night in Rest Camp (1/2) Day 12
Night in Rest Camp (2/2) Day 13
Morning Drive to Durban (250 km - 3h) Night in AirBNB (1/1) Day 14
Morning First half of drive to Lesotho (225 km - 4h) Night in AirBNB or other (1/1) Day 15
Morning Second half of drive to Lesotho (225 km - 4h) Night in AirBNB or other (1/1) Day 16
Morning First half of drive to Drakensberg (250 km - 4h) Night in AirBNB or other (1/1) Day 17
Morning Second half of drive to Drakensberg (250 km - 4h) Night in AirBNB or other (1/2) Day 18
Night in AirBNB or other (2/2) Day 19
Morning Drive to Johannesburg (300 km - 4h) Night in AirBNB (1/2) Day 20
Night in AirBNB (2/2) Day 21
Morning Departure in early afternoon Day 22
Arrival in Paris
We’re a family of 4 adults (2 grown daughters) planning our first trip to South Africa for 3 weeks in August 2025, traveling independently. I’ve been drawing inspiration from several posts on the forum. I’d like to book our flight tickets and nights in Kruger Park as soon as possible since that’s the most urgent part to finalize, if I understood correctly.
Here’s a first draft of our itinerary (with lots of unknowns about what there’ll be to see/do in Eswatini, Lesotho, Durban, etc.—I feel like the Lesotho leg involves a lot of driving).
I’d really appreciate input from the experts to help us craft a great trip. Thanks in advance!
Day 1
Departure from Paris Day 2
Morning Early arrival in Johannesburg Pick up rental car Groceries Afternoon Sightseeing Night in AirBNB near Johannesburg (1/1) Day 3
Morning Drive to Blyde River Canyon (500 km - 6h30) Afternoon Visit the canyon Night in AirBNB near Blyde River Canyon (1/1) Day 4
Morning Drive to central Kruger (200 km - 3h30) Night in Rest Camp (1/2) Day 5
Night in Rest Camp (2/2) Day 6
Morning Drive to southern Kruger (150 km - 3h) Night in Rest Camp (1/3) Day 7
Night in Rest Camp (2/3) Day 8
Night in Rest Camp (3/3) Day 9
Morning Drive to Mbabane (Eswatini) (250 km - 4h) Night in AirBNB or other (1/1) Day 10
Morning Drive to Maputaland (300 km - 4h) Afternoon Swimming (hippos and crocs?) Night in AirBNB or other (1/1) Day 11
Morning Drive to Hluhluwe-Umfolozi (130 km - 2h) Night in Rest Camp (1/2) Day 12
Night in Rest Camp (2/2) Day 13
Morning Drive to Durban (250 km - 3h) Night in AirBNB (1/1) Day 14
Morning First half of drive to Lesotho (225 km - 4h) Night in AirBNB or other (1/1) Day 15
Morning Second half of drive to Lesotho (225 km - 4h) Night in AirBNB or other (1/1) Day 16
Morning First half of drive to Drakensberg (250 km - 4h) Night in AirBNB or other (1/1) Day 17
Morning Second half of drive to Drakensberg (250 km - 4h) Night in AirBNB or other (1/2) Day 18
Night in AirBNB or other (2/2) Day 19
Morning Drive to Johannesburg (300 km - 4h) Night in AirBNB (1/2) Day 20
Night in AirBNB (2/2) Day 21
Morning Departure in early afternoon Day 22
Arrival in Paris
So where are they and what are they doing?
This catchy and somewhat mysterious title comes from several questions I’ve been asking myself.
VF has been back open for a reasonable number of weeks and months now. The number of visitors overall matches past averages, but the number of members online in the last 24 hours seems relatively lower than what we used to see.
Yet, to my surprise, I’m seeing fewer travel journals, way fewer messages, and way fewer questions. I don’t see many new registered users online, and I notice a number of members who are logged in but either aren’t participating or have stopped participating.
Something’s not adding up for me because, in my opinion, VF is still appealing, and I don’t see which other sites could really compete.
Was there a real break between pre- and post-Covid? Does it just take more time for some people to discover the site or learn that it’s active again? Do people now prefer quick consumption on sites like FB or others I’m not familiar with? Where have the site’s old-timers gone, and what are they doing with their time now? What’s really going on here?
VF has been back open for a reasonable number of weeks and months now. The number of visitors overall matches past averages, but the number of members online in the last 24 hours seems relatively lower than what we used to see.
Yet, to my surprise, I’m seeing fewer travel journals, way fewer messages, and way fewer questions. I don’t see many new registered users online, and I notice a number of members who are logged in but either aren’t participating or have stopped participating.
Something’s not adding up for me because, in my opinion, VF is still appealing, and I don’t see which other sites could really compete.
Was there a real break between pre- and post-Covid? Does it just take more time for some people to discover the site or learn that it’s active again? Do people now prefer quick consumption on sites like FB or others I’m not familiar with? Where have the site’s old-timers gone, and what are they doing with their time now? What’s really going on here?
Visiting collective granaries in Morocco
Hello everyone,
I’m currently planning our next trip to Morocco. We really enjoy visiting one or two collective granaries on each of our trips. We’ve seen some already, like the one in Aït Kine, or the one in Tasguent, and of course those in Amtoudi, as well as the cliffside granary of Ifri. There are still many left to explore. I’d love to hear which ones you’d recommend—preferably ones that aren’t too hard to access. I’m counting on you! Thanks
The Great Ocean Road in Australia
Tuesday, December 5, 2023
Melbourne – Lorne
We pick up the car 500 meters away, in a Chinatown parking lot that the hotel has a deal with, then it’s off with a *vroom vroom* while listening to a podcast about the victim of a compulsive mythomaniac—who also happens to be her husband—leading a completely compartmentalized double life. Later, he discovers, after contacting his alter-ego from this parallel universe, that he was actually living a *third* life... and maybe even more? We arrive in Torquay, where we stretch our legs along the Koorie Cultural Walk with a view of Bells Beach...


It’s here, just outside Lorne, that the Great Ocean Road officially begins...
We arrive at our apartment, which is pretty nice—Dom and I are really particular about the quality of our terraces. I’ve never really talked about the practical quirks of daily life in Australia. For example, I could tell you that *every single* power outlet we used on this trip had a switch to turn it on or off. No exceptions, ever! Why? They must find it useful, but for us, it’s a total mystery... And of course, their power outlets require an adapter. Just one of many little peculiarities.
Another odd observation: *every* toilet, even the most remote ones hidden deep in the bush, always had a roll of toilet paper available. No shortages here!
And then we’re greeted by a big family of cute sparrows...


We spent a long time enjoying their pool before heading out for a walk—all the way to Erskine Falls, about ten kilometers away...
We pick up the car 500 meters away, in a Chinatown parking lot that the hotel has a deal with, then it’s off with a *vroom vroom* while listening to a podcast about the victim of a compulsive mythomaniac—who also happens to be her husband—leading a completely compartmentalized double life. Later, he discovers, after contacting his alter-ego from this parallel universe, that he was actually living a *third* life... and maybe even more? We arrive in Torquay, where we stretch our legs along the Koorie Cultural Walk with a view of Bells Beach...



It’s here, just outside Lorne, that the Great Ocean Road officially begins...

We arrive at our apartment, which is pretty nice—Dom and I are really particular about the quality of our terraces. I’ve never really talked about the practical quirks of daily life in Australia. For example, I could tell you that *every single* power outlet we used on this trip had a switch to turn it on or off. No exceptions, ever! Why? They must find it useful, but for us, it’s a total mystery... And of course, their power outlets require an adapter. Just one of many little peculiarities.
Another odd observation: *every* toilet, even the most remote ones hidden deep in the bush, always had a roll of toilet paper available. No shortages here!
And then we’re greeted by a big family of cute sparrows...

We spent a long time enjoying their pool before heading out for a walk—all the way to Erskine Falls, about ten kilometers away...

Biking and Beer in Belgium
"The Most Refreshing Way to Travel Around Belgium"
This is the title of the guide published by Pierre Pauquay at Éditions HELVETIQ Sàrl, Lausanne, Switzerland, 2023.
I set off for Belgium with my camper van and my electric-assist bike, eager to deepen both my theoretical and practical knowledge of this country’s emblematic beverage while exploring the land. This guide became my trusted companion throughout the journey, which took place from June 4 to July 4, 2024.
Out of the 40 routes presented, I chose 21, covering a broad swath of Belgium—both Wallonia (14 routes) and Flanders (6 routes), plus one route around the Brussels-Capital region with a visit to the famous Grimbergen brewery.
Every route included a stop at a brewery, whether lesser-known or famous, artisanal or industrial, family-run or Trappist.
In total, I logged 1,111.2 km of biking over 58 hours and 42 minutes of pedaling, averaging 3 hours of cycling per ride of 55.6 km. I visited 21 breweries, toured a few, and had just one flat tire (I didn’t count the number of beers, but I tasted them all...).
I wasn’t always able to park my camper van near the brewery planned for that day’s route, but I made sure to enjoy the famous nectar only after completing the physical exercise required by the loops.
Traveling by camper van, I needed routes that formed a loop, starting and ending in the same place. Except in Brussels, I never had to rely on campsites for a safe night’s stay. I always found a welcoming public or private parking spot, secure enough to prepare for the next day’s ride.
I discovered Belgium from top to bottom, through hills (not very high) and valleys (very flat and often windy), at my own pace. I stopped whenever a photo caught my eye, grabbed a bite or a drink in the villages I passed through, and often felt like I was truly part of the landscape, in sync with the country’s rhythm and curious to see how people lived...
More to come, with photos in a future post...
Thanks for reading...
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.
Photo Safaris in Kenya
Back on the forum, I’m starting to write up two 3-week trips to Kenya in August 2021 and 2023.
In 2021, Quynh and I traveled with Régis (Rjulie95 on VF). Our son joined us in Baringo for the second half of the trip.
In 2023, we went with two friends who’d been dreaming of seeing wild animals ever since we got back from Kenya. We didn’t need much convincing to go with them!
The two itineraries are almost identical (well, when you love something...) but we did make a few tweaks.
- The first part of the trip was with a local driver/guide, Félix, who was recommended by Sylvie56. Sylvie and her husband Ben are Kenya enthusiasts—they’ve been there countless times, always with Félix... and for good reason! He’s fantastic!
- The second part was with Melting Pot Safari, an agency that adapted to our photography needs. Tony Crocetta, the co-founder (along with his Kenyan friend Simon Chebon), is a wildlife photographer himself.
Here are the itineraries for both trips, including accommodations:
In 2021: Day 0: Paris / Nairobi - 67 Airport Hotel Day 1: Nairobi / Amboseli - Simba Cottage Day 2: Amboseli - Simba Cottage Day 3: Amboseli / Aberdares - Fishing Lodge Day 4: Aberdares - Fishing Lodge Day 5: Aberdares - Fishing Lodge Day 6: Aberdares / Samburu - Riverside Camp Day 7: Samburu - Riverside Camp Day 8: Samburu - Riverside Camp Day 9: Samburu / Nakuru - Merica Hotel Day 10: Nakuru / Baringo - Tumbili Cliff Lodge Day 11: Baringo - Tumbili Cliff Lodge Day 12: Baringo - Tumbili Cliff Lodge Day 13: Baringo / Maasai Mara – Meltingpot Bush Camp Day 14 to 18: Maasai Mara – Meltingpot Bush Camp Day 19: Maasai Mara / Nairobi – Roussel Guest House Day 20: Nairobi / Paris
In 2023: Day 0: Lyon / Paris / Nairobi - 67 Airport Hotel Day 1: Nairobi / Meru - Ikweta Camp Day 2: Meru - Ikweta Camp Day 3: Meru - Ikweta Camp Day 4: Meru / Samburu - Riverside Camp Day 5: Samburu – Riverside Camp Day 6: Samburu / Buffalo Springs – Samburu Simba Day 7: Buffalo Springs / Ol Pejeta – Sweetwater Camp Day 8: Ol Pejeta / Amboseli - Simba Cottage Day 9: Amboseli - Simba Cottage Day 10: Amboseli - Simba Cottage Day 11: Amboseli / Nakuru – Lake Nakuru Lodge Day 12: Nakuru / Baringo - Tumbili Cliff Lodge Day 13: Baringo - Tumbili Cliff Lodge Day 14: Baringo - Tumbili Cliff Lodge Day 15: Baringo / Maasai Mara – Meltingpot Bush Camp Day 16 to 20: Maasai Mara – Meltingpot Bush Camp Day 21: Maasai Mara / Nairobi / Paris
Here’s an itinerary—it’s not exactly what we did, but a combination of both.

Ready to join us on safari to see some wild animals?

The two itineraries are almost identical (well, when you love something...) but we did make a few tweaks.
- The first part of the trip was with a local driver/guide, Félix, who was recommended by Sylvie56. Sylvie and her husband Ben are Kenya enthusiasts—they’ve been there countless times, always with Félix... and for good reason! He’s fantastic!
- The second part was with Melting Pot Safari, an agency that adapted to our photography needs. Tony Crocetta, the co-founder (along with his Kenyan friend Simon Chebon), is a wildlife photographer himself.
Here are the itineraries for both trips, including accommodations:
In 2021: Day 0: Paris / Nairobi - 67 Airport Hotel Day 1: Nairobi / Amboseli - Simba Cottage Day 2: Amboseli - Simba Cottage Day 3: Amboseli / Aberdares - Fishing Lodge Day 4: Aberdares - Fishing Lodge Day 5: Aberdares - Fishing Lodge Day 6: Aberdares / Samburu - Riverside Camp Day 7: Samburu - Riverside Camp Day 8: Samburu - Riverside Camp Day 9: Samburu / Nakuru - Merica Hotel Day 10: Nakuru / Baringo - Tumbili Cliff Lodge Day 11: Baringo - Tumbili Cliff Lodge Day 12: Baringo - Tumbili Cliff Lodge Day 13: Baringo / Maasai Mara – Meltingpot Bush Camp Day 14 to 18: Maasai Mara – Meltingpot Bush Camp Day 19: Maasai Mara / Nairobi – Roussel Guest House Day 20: Nairobi / Paris
In 2023: Day 0: Lyon / Paris / Nairobi - 67 Airport Hotel Day 1: Nairobi / Meru - Ikweta Camp Day 2: Meru - Ikweta Camp Day 3: Meru - Ikweta Camp Day 4: Meru / Samburu - Riverside Camp Day 5: Samburu – Riverside Camp Day 6: Samburu / Buffalo Springs – Samburu Simba Day 7: Buffalo Springs / Ol Pejeta – Sweetwater Camp Day 8: Ol Pejeta / Amboseli - Simba Cottage Day 9: Amboseli - Simba Cottage Day 10: Amboseli - Simba Cottage Day 11: Amboseli / Nakuru – Lake Nakuru Lodge Day 12: Nakuru / Baringo - Tumbili Cliff Lodge Day 13: Baringo - Tumbili Cliff Lodge Day 14: Baringo - Tumbili Cliff Lodge Day 15: Baringo / Maasai Mara – Meltingpot Bush Camp Day 16 to 20: Maasai Mara – Meltingpot Bush Camp Day 21: Maasai Mara / Nairobi / Paris
Here’s an itinerary—it’s not exactly what we did, but a combination of both.

Ready to join us on safari to see some wild animals?

Renting a vehicle in Los Angeles: book the GPS option in advance or not?
Hello,
After much hesitation about the direction, we finally bought our flight tickets (we splurged on Premium): it’ll be a 15-day road trip starting from Los Angeles in June 2025. We want to do our "farewell tour" by saying goodbye one last time to the landscapes of the "Grand Circle" that amazed and fascinated us during 4 trips between 2008 and 2012.
Practical question for choosing a vehicle (possibly a Toyota RAV4 from Alamo): should we opt for the GPS supplement (over 200 € for 15 days; they only "gift" the second driver)?
In our previous trips, we didn’t have one, and we don’t really remember struggling in L.A., San Francisco, Las Vegas, Salt Lake City, or Denver. It would mainly be useful for driving through Los Angeles at the start and end of the trip, but not really elsewhere...
On the other hand, I’m thinking that there must be few vehicles without GPS in service in the U.S. these days, and maybe an upgrade at pickup isn’t out of the question (?). If that doesn’t happen and we have last-minute regrets, can we change our minds and take the option without being too financially penalized compared to booking in advance?
That’s the (very 😉) little dilemma of the moment. Thanks for your insights and advice!
16 days in Peru in August 2023
Hi everyone,
The years go by and Machu Picchu has been on our "to-do list" for a few decades now...
But Peru is, fortunately, so much more than this legendary site...
We went as a couple for a 15-day trip. For the first time, we delegated the logistics to a local agency (Paprika in Arequipa). This agency offers "classic" small-group tours and the option to do it privately, which we chose.
No complaints—they were perfect for organizing transportation, hotels, and French-speaking guides.
The "classic" southern Peru loop is: Lima, Paracas, Nazca, Arequipa, Colca, Titicaca, Cusco, Sacred Valley, Cusco. Nothing very original... but why get creative when there’s already so much beauty to discover?
We opted for a shorter loop, skipping Paracas/Nazca because the small planes in Nazca weren’t a unanimous hit, and it saved us dozens of hours on the bus. But we added a stop at Palccoyo (the rainbow mountains) between Titicaca and Cusco.
It might seem like a shame, but we don’t regret it at all.
We went as a couple for a 15-day trip. For the first time, we delegated the logistics to a local agency (Paprika in Arequipa). This agency offers "classic" small-group tours and the option to do it privately, which we chose.
No complaints—they were perfect for organizing transportation, hotels, and French-speaking guides.
The "classic" southern Peru loop is: Lima, Paracas, Nazca, Arequipa, Colca, Titicaca, Cusco, Sacred Valley, Cusco. Nothing very original... but why get creative when there’s already so much beauty to discover?
We opted for a shorter loop, skipping Paracas/Nazca because the small planes in Nazca weren’t a unanimous hit, and it saved us dozens of hours on the bus. But we added a stop at Palccoyo (the rainbow mountains) between Titicaca and Cusco.
It might seem like a shame, but we don’t regret it at all.

Review of my visit to Angkor
SIEM REAP
You can now rent scooters just about everywhere in Siem Reap, but at rip-off prices—$15–18 a day instead of $5–10 like everywhere else in Indochina. The best options are tuk-tuks or, even better, electric bikes ($12, but with a 50 km range, so they won’t let you go to Banteay Srei or the River of a Thousand Lingas in the Kulen Massif, which are too far). **WARNING:** Wear a helmet, or they *will* catch you. Scooters are banned from going from SR to the stunning temple of Koh Ker in the northeast and continuing to Battambang; no idea why!
My favorite little hotel in Siem Reap? The Neth Socheata, tucked in an alley off Thnou St near the market—lovely rooms, and the owner speaks great English. Then there’s the Ivy Guesthouse with its little garden, but it’s “always full,” according to the owner. For something upscale but still affordable, a fantastic spot is the Pavillon Indochine, tucked away on a quiet side street on the way to the airport—elegant, with incredible attention to decor, a terrace restaurant, garden, pool, etc. Everything you’d want for $70 including breakfast. I also spotted a hostel for backpackers, the Angkor Thom Hostel, with small 6-bed dorms for $4 with a fan or $6 with AC (18 Wat Bo St).
Food-wise, it’s all amazing! Pub Street has turned into a noise nightmare, with speakers blasting what’s supposed to be music but is just *boom, boom, boom, boom, boom*—run away, even though the pizzas at the Italian place Il Forno are really good. The famous and excellent Tigre de Papier has changed its name to Paper Tiger and is still just as good (lunch only, though, because across the street there’s a huge bar blasting *boom boom boom*, so you won’t be able to hear each other during dinner). On the other hand, the Italian-Cambodian El Toro on Pub Street is perfect, with fantastic pizzas and divine lasagna (go to the first-floor dining room—there’s a big bar across the street blasting *boom boom boom*, but at least you can still talk). Due to the lack of customers during COVID, all the French restaurants—Barrio (three times alas!), Les Deux Sœurs, Le Bel Air, and Le Mozart—have closed. The only one left is L’Olivier, which is pricey. I also discovered a great Moroccan restaurant (though run by a Sudanese man and his French wife), Le Tajine, on Strung Thmei St, 09 68 89 78 27. **WARNING:** For tagines and couscous, you need to order at least in the morning; wine and beer are fine. To get there, turn at the corner of the Cineplex behind the big market at the start of Sivatha Boulevard.
I finally went to the Khmer dance show. Beautiful dancers and dances, but **EAT BEFORE OR AFTER**—the meal is so awful that most Westerners leave it on their plates.
THE ANGKOR TEMPLES Use the excellent *Routard Cambodia* guide. Just a few tips: - Start with the pre-Angkorian Roluos group, 15 km before Siem Reap on the road to PP—it’s the “ancestor” of the temples.
- To avoid the big crowds at Angkor Wat, Bayon, and Ta Prohm, go between noon and 2 PM when everyone’s having lunch. - Speaking of lunch, the crowds flock to the hundred or so mediocre food stalls on the left side of Angkor Wat. Instead, head to Angkor Thom after the stunning Pre Rup temples, all the way to the small Sras Srang basin. Along the basin, there are several restaurants with terraces offering first-floor views of the water, and no crowds. Afterward, cross to the other side of the basin—you’ll end up in the countryside with charming villages where locals seem to live as they did during the temples’ golden age (at its peak, the population was estimated at 600,000–800,000, making it the largest city in the world. The theory for the abandonment is water shortages caused by overpopulation).
- I climbed Phnom Bakheng for the famous sunset, but the crowd was so ridiculous that instead of seeing the temple at sunset, you just see the heads and shoulders around you.
- There are tons of small temples that most people skip, and they’re missing out. My favorites: Thommanon, Neak Pean, Ta Som, and especially Pre Rup, an amazing brick complex with 14 towers.
**Big disappointment:** You can no longer climb to the first floor of Bayon, where you used to stand magically among the giant head statues. So, admire the beautiful bas-reliefs on the outside, but there’s no point going inside—you’ll just see a dark, square corridor with nothing interesting.
ANGKOR FURTHER AFIELD The wonderful Banteay Srei temple. A gem! I couldn’t find the bas-relief stolen by Malraux in the 1920s (fun fact: what he was doing in Indochina—stealing a bas-relief to sell for a fortune in France to cover his massive gambling debts on the stock market, where he ruined his very wealthy American wife—was an open secret. But the French authorities in Saigon, who hated him for his leftist views, decided to let him do it and catch him red-handed, which worked perfectly. He avoided jail only because all the leftist intellectuals in Saint-Germain, Sartre, Beauvoir, and co. cried scandal—though the real scandal was the looting).
30 km of excellent paved road further north, a great spot: the Kulen Massif and the River of a Thousand Lingas (at one point, you’ll come to a T-junction—turn left). Along the road at the foot of the massif, on your right, there’s a great restaurant, Bourey Sovann (where the food is excellent). The trail to the river starts just before it on the left. **Warning:** There are two sites for the River of a Thousand Lingas. One is accessible via a private road, so there’s a $20 toll, and you need to arrive before 11 AM because the road is narrow and traffic flows downhill after that. You’ll end up in a site full of shops, snack stalls, and two good restaurants, including one by a beautiful waterfall. However, the thousand lingas aren’t as spectacular there.
Banteay Srei + the River of a Thousand Lingas makes for a fantastic day. **WARNING:** You used to be able to go to the river and waterfall by scooter or tuk-tuk, but it’s now forbidden. So **go by taxi**—otherwise, you’ll be hiking 12 km round trip up a steep trail.
If you leave Siem Reap early, you can even add Beng Mealea temple on the way back, making a triangular route: SR-BS-Khulen-BM-SR (or the reverse).
If you have time, visit Banteay Samré temple, 10 km west of the Angkor Thom complex. A lovely site with very few visitors.
I’ve never been to the famous Preah Khan on a hill overlooking Thailand. There’s a big dispute between the two countries—the Thais insist the temple belongs to them because the entrance is in their country. There have been serious clashes in the recent past, and landmines are still abundant off the marked paths. They even claim the entire Siem Reap province is theirs and should be returned, arguing it was Thai in the past. It takes two days (6–7 hours each way), with an overnight stay in the nearby village (small hotels and one luxury option with a garden and pool, but it’s expensive).
TONLE SAP People talk about “floating villages,” but that’s a big mistake—these are actually villages of astonishing stilt houses, 4 meters high or more, due to the lake’s major floods. The most famous is Chong Khneas, which I skipped because it’s packed with tourists. Instead, I really liked Kampong Phluk, which is much quieter. To get there, continue on the road past the Roluos group until you reach a parking lot with pirogues lined up. They’ll take you down the river, stop at this amazing village for a walk, and then take you to the Tonle Sap, a true inland sea. At one point, you’ll pass through a flooded forest that you can explore by small boat. At the junction of the river and the Tonle Sap, and on the lake itself, there are floating restaurants where the food is great. Note that in the dry season, you can reach the village by scooter.
BACK TO PHNOM PENH AND ON TO SOUTHERN VIETNAM Since I’d planned at least 15 days in the Mekong Delta between Chau Doc and Saigon, I skipped Battambang, etc. With no desire to endure the dusty road from SR to PP again, I simply loaded my bike onto a bus with the great company Rith Monty (book at their office in SR on the small square at the start of Sivatha Boulevard—$10 for the bike and $6 for me), also known as Paramount. Their buses stop on 136 St right in the middle of PP. I’ll also mention the excellent Giant Ibis, with big modern buses that always leave on time—unlike the others.
I spent the night in PP, and the next morning took the fast boat from PP to Chau Doc with Hang Chau Tourist (buying the ticket the day before is recommended—$25—either at your hotel or the port, and they’ll pick you up at your hotel by tuk-tuk to take you to the port). Departure from PP at noon, arrival in Chau Doc around 4 PM. The boat is great—comfortable and fast. A crew member takes your passports for Cambodian exit formalities, and you handle Vietnamese immigration yourself—it all takes 15–20 minutes. The route isn’t on the Mekong but on the Bassac River to the border, then a wide north-south canal to Chau Doc (the arrival is really nice). In the Chau Doc-PP direction, the boat leaves Chau Doc at 7:30 AM.
My favorite little hotel in Siem Reap? The Neth Socheata, tucked in an alley off Thnou St near the market—lovely rooms, and the owner speaks great English. Then there’s the Ivy Guesthouse with its little garden, but it’s “always full,” according to the owner. For something upscale but still affordable, a fantastic spot is the Pavillon Indochine, tucked away on a quiet side street on the way to the airport—elegant, with incredible attention to decor, a terrace restaurant, garden, pool, etc. Everything you’d want for $70 including breakfast. I also spotted a hostel for backpackers, the Angkor Thom Hostel, with small 6-bed dorms for $4 with a fan or $6 with AC (18 Wat Bo St).
Food-wise, it’s all amazing! Pub Street has turned into a noise nightmare, with speakers blasting what’s supposed to be music but is just *boom, boom, boom, boom, boom*—run away, even though the pizzas at the Italian place Il Forno are really good. The famous and excellent Tigre de Papier has changed its name to Paper Tiger and is still just as good (lunch only, though, because across the street there’s a huge bar blasting *boom boom boom*, so you won’t be able to hear each other during dinner). On the other hand, the Italian-Cambodian El Toro on Pub Street is perfect, with fantastic pizzas and divine lasagna (go to the first-floor dining room—there’s a big bar across the street blasting *boom boom boom*, but at least you can still talk). Due to the lack of customers during COVID, all the French restaurants—Barrio (three times alas!), Les Deux Sœurs, Le Bel Air, and Le Mozart—have closed. The only one left is L’Olivier, which is pricey. I also discovered a great Moroccan restaurant (though run by a Sudanese man and his French wife), Le Tajine, on Strung Thmei St, 09 68 89 78 27. **WARNING:** For tagines and couscous, you need to order at least in the morning; wine and beer are fine. To get there, turn at the corner of the Cineplex behind the big market at the start of Sivatha Boulevard.
I finally went to the Khmer dance show. Beautiful dancers and dances, but **EAT BEFORE OR AFTER**—the meal is so awful that most Westerners leave it on their plates.
THE ANGKOR TEMPLES Use the excellent *Routard Cambodia* guide. Just a few tips: - Start with the pre-Angkorian Roluos group, 15 km before Siem Reap on the road to PP—it’s the “ancestor” of the temples.
- To avoid the big crowds at Angkor Wat, Bayon, and Ta Prohm, go between noon and 2 PM when everyone’s having lunch. - Speaking of lunch, the crowds flock to the hundred or so mediocre food stalls on the left side of Angkor Wat. Instead, head to Angkor Thom after the stunning Pre Rup temples, all the way to the small Sras Srang basin. Along the basin, there are several restaurants with terraces offering first-floor views of the water, and no crowds. Afterward, cross to the other side of the basin—you’ll end up in the countryside with charming villages where locals seem to live as they did during the temples’ golden age (at its peak, the population was estimated at 600,000–800,000, making it the largest city in the world. The theory for the abandonment is water shortages caused by overpopulation).
- I climbed Phnom Bakheng for the famous sunset, but the crowd was so ridiculous that instead of seeing the temple at sunset, you just see the heads and shoulders around you.
- There are tons of small temples that most people skip, and they’re missing out. My favorites: Thommanon, Neak Pean, Ta Som, and especially Pre Rup, an amazing brick complex with 14 towers.
**Big disappointment:** You can no longer climb to the first floor of Bayon, where you used to stand magically among the giant head statues. So, admire the beautiful bas-reliefs on the outside, but there’s no point going inside—you’ll just see a dark, square corridor with nothing interesting.
ANGKOR FURTHER AFIELD The wonderful Banteay Srei temple. A gem! I couldn’t find the bas-relief stolen by Malraux in the 1920s (fun fact: what he was doing in Indochina—stealing a bas-relief to sell for a fortune in France to cover his massive gambling debts on the stock market, where he ruined his very wealthy American wife—was an open secret. But the French authorities in Saigon, who hated him for his leftist views, decided to let him do it and catch him red-handed, which worked perfectly. He avoided jail only because all the leftist intellectuals in Saint-Germain, Sartre, Beauvoir, and co. cried scandal—though the real scandal was the looting).
30 km of excellent paved road further north, a great spot: the Kulen Massif and the River of a Thousand Lingas (at one point, you’ll come to a T-junction—turn left). Along the road at the foot of the massif, on your right, there’s a great restaurant, Bourey Sovann (where the food is excellent). The trail to the river starts just before it on the left. **Warning:** There are two sites for the River of a Thousand Lingas. One is accessible via a private road, so there’s a $20 toll, and you need to arrive before 11 AM because the road is narrow and traffic flows downhill after that. You’ll end up in a site full of shops, snack stalls, and two good restaurants, including one by a beautiful waterfall. However, the thousand lingas aren’t as spectacular there.
Banteay Srei + the River of a Thousand Lingas makes for a fantastic day. **WARNING:** You used to be able to go to the river and waterfall by scooter or tuk-tuk, but it’s now forbidden. So **go by taxi**—otherwise, you’ll be hiking 12 km round trip up a steep trail.
If you leave Siem Reap early, you can even add Beng Mealea temple on the way back, making a triangular route: SR-BS-Khulen-BM-SR (or the reverse).
If you have time, visit Banteay Samré temple, 10 km west of the Angkor Thom complex. A lovely site with very few visitors.
I’ve never been to the famous Preah Khan on a hill overlooking Thailand. There’s a big dispute between the two countries—the Thais insist the temple belongs to them because the entrance is in their country. There have been serious clashes in the recent past, and landmines are still abundant off the marked paths. They even claim the entire Siem Reap province is theirs and should be returned, arguing it was Thai in the past. It takes two days (6–7 hours each way), with an overnight stay in the nearby village (small hotels and one luxury option with a garden and pool, but it’s expensive).
TONLE SAP People talk about “floating villages,” but that’s a big mistake—these are actually villages of astonishing stilt houses, 4 meters high or more, due to the lake’s major floods. The most famous is Chong Khneas, which I skipped because it’s packed with tourists. Instead, I really liked Kampong Phluk, which is much quieter. To get there, continue on the road past the Roluos group until you reach a parking lot with pirogues lined up. They’ll take you down the river, stop at this amazing village for a walk, and then take you to the Tonle Sap, a true inland sea. At one point, you’ll pass through a flooded forest that you can explore by small boat. At the junction of the river and the Tonle Sap, and on the lake itself, there are floating restaurants where the food is great. Note that in the dry season, you can reach the village by scooter.
BACK TO PHNOM PENH AND ON TO SOUTHERN VIETNAM Since I’d planned at least 15 days in the Mekong Delta between Chau Doc and Saigon, I skipped Battambang, etc. With no desire to endure the dusty road from SR to PP again, I simply loaded my bike onto a bus with the great company Rith Monty (book at their office in SR on the small square at the start of Sivatha Boulevard—$10 for the bike and $6 for me), also known as Paramount. Their buses stop on 136 St right in the middle of PP. I’ll also mention the excellent Giant Ibis, with big modern buses that always leave on time—unlike the others.
I spent the night in PP, and the next morning took the fast boat from PP to Chau Doc with Hang Chau Tourist (buying the ticket the day before is recommended—$25—either at your hotel or the port, and they’ll pick you up at your hotel by tuk-tuk to take you to the port). Departure from PP at noon, arrival in Chau Doc around 4 PM. The boat is great—comfortable and fast. A crew member takes your passports for Cambodian exit formalities, and you handle Vietnamese immigration yourself—it all takes 15–20 minutes. The route isn’t on the Mekong but on the Bassac River to the border, then a wide north-south canal to Chau Doc (the arrival is really nice). In the Chau Doc-PP direction, the boat leaves Chau Doc at 7:30 AM.
14-Day Trip Report to Milos and Kimolos in September-October 2021
14-Day Trip Report to Milos and Kimolos in September-October 2021

The village of Plaka in Milos
It was with great pleasure that we finally reconnected with our old habits as inveterate travelers! Greece, and more specifically the Greek islands, was the natural choice for us. After having already visited many Greek islands during around 18 trips, we decided to revisit islands we had seen over 40 years ago, like Milos, where our memories were extremely hazy. Our route was well-planned and familiar: a low-cost flight from Basel-Mulhouse to Athens, then a traditional ferry from Piraeus to Milos. Taking a speedboat, which is faster, would have forced us to spend a night in Piraeus. Plus, we felt that the traditional ferry was part of the journey, and with good weather, spending eight hours on deck wasn’t unpleasant at all. Watching the docking maneuvers with the comings and goings of trucks and cars, observing the passengers, reading a book, or admiring the scenery—all of that is part of the travel experience. Milos Island: Accommodation in Adamas We arrived quite late, around 11 PM, in Adamas, the port of Milos. No worries—the friendly couple managing the apartment was waiting for us, and it was just a 10-minute walk from the port. The first two days were spent unwinding, with swimming at the nearby beach, strolling through Adamas, and relaxing.
Discovering Plaka On the third day, we took the path along the small beach west of town toward a French military cemetery! A historical reminder of our presence here during the Crimean War, among others. The path climbs toward a beacon perched on top of a hill before disappearing into the scrubland. We returned to Adamas for lunch on our terrace.

In the afternoon, we visited the hilltop village of Plaka by bus from Adamas. Plaka is the original old town, dominated by a church and, even higher up, the ruins of the Kastro. The view is magnificent. We stopped at a pastry shop in the village to enjoy excellent orange cakes and baklavas. Back in Adamas, we checked out car rental agencies to be more mobile, though the bus network seemed quite extensive. It costs around 40 € per day, plus 8 € if you want to significantly reduce the deductible. Port of Klima.
Yesterday’s weather was quite mixed with lots of clouds, but today the sun is shining again. We drove to the small port of Klima, famous for its boat garages called "sirmatas." It’s true that in the morning sun, these boat garages carved into the volcanic tuff are beautifully lit, turning the village into a colorful mosaic. Above the village, a path climbs directly to the magnificent Roman theater overlooking the surroundings and the sea.
Following the well-marked path, we reached the road leading 200 meters down to the catacombs. It’s an impressive complex of 3rd and 4th-century catacombs, though only a small part is open to visitors—it’s still very moving. In the mid-afternoon, we got back in the car to visit the tiny ports of Firopotamos and Mandraki, which also have their colorful sirmatas. We took the opportunity to swim at the small beach in Mandraki, where the water was warm and calm.
Mandraki Port. We had a decent dinner at a seaside restaurant in Adamas, though you have to be selective—we had a bad experience at Kynigos on the second night!
Moving to Polonia in Eastern Milos, Sarakiniko Site

The Sarakiniko site We left Adamas for a second stay on Milos, this time in Polonia. The rental Panda was packed with the four of us and our luggage! Our apartment was in a beautiful house surrounded by a grove, so our lovely terrace was well-shaded. Luckily, there was a small beach nearby, and we went for a swim right away. Apart from us, there were only three other swimmers—definitely the end of the season!

"Fairy chimney"! In the afternoon, we visited the famous Sarakiniko site, Milos’ emblematic spot. Judging by the number of cars in the parking lot, we wouldn’t be alone. As we approached, we heard an indefinable rock/punk/metal music: some young people had brought a sound system and a foghorn and were having fun diving off a fairly high cliff to impress the crowd. It definitely spoiled the visit. Most spots were taken by couples busy taking selfies, so getting photos of the site without tourists was impossible. Still, the site is magnificent, with its white cliffs looking like they’re covered in whipped cream! The sun was still very bright, reflecting strongly off the cliffs, making photography difficult due to the excessive brightness. We had a fish dinner in Polonia at the Enalion restaurant: while the octopus and squid were good, the fish soup tasted more like vegetable soup with a few fish crumbs—too bad.

Sunset in Polonia
Ports of Papafranga and Mytikos We continued our exploration of Milos with the Papafranga gorge, a narrow and deep gorge that opens to the sea, where the water is a stunning color. Access via an unstable and dangerous path is prohibited, but that didn’t stop a couple of tourists in flip-flops from venturing in!!! We then swam in the tiny, calm, and sheltered cove of the small port of Mytikos. We returned to Polonia for lunch at Alkis: excellent moussaka. In the late afternoon, Pat and I went out to take some photos just before sunset near the Agios Nikolaos chapel, the beacon, and the new Petakoudia neighborhood next to Polonia to the north.

Paleochori Beach
Toward the Multicolored Beach of Paleochori Another sunny day: we still had to discover Paleochori Beach in the south of the island. It was 10:30 AM, and the beach was almost deserted! The water was pleasant, though a bit chilly when we first entered. The beach is bordered by a cliff that, in some places, displays a beautiful multicolored palette. We returned to Polonia in the late afternoon, and Pat and I headed toward Vouddhia Beach south of Polonia—bad choice. The beach is surrounded by a huge mining site served by a dusty road where lines of trucks loaded with ore cross paths. It’s the other side of the coin, and Greece still has progress to make in this area. Dinner at Alki’s was just as good as always. Return to the Sarakiniko Site Early this morning, Pat and I went back to the Sarakiniko site, hoping to take photos in better conditions. While there were fewer people, the parking lot was still full because sunrise is a must in Milos. Still, the conditions were good, and the sunrise spectators left quickly once the sun had risen above the horizon. During the day, an increasingly strong wind cooled the atmosphere, making swimming less enjoyable. Departure for Kimolos Island We changed islands and left Milos for Kimolos, a nearby island—just a 30-minute trip from Polonia’s port. Our apartment was at the entrance of the hilltop village. It’s a village with typical Cycladic architecture, featuring the remains of an old kastro, a few old churches, and windmill towers perched on the hill. We dined in a tiny tavern where the small outdoor tables were squeezed against the walls to let passersby through! As soon as the sun disappeared, it got cold, especially because of the wind. Ports of Kara and Goupa This morning, we explored the small hamlets of Kara and Goupa by Rema Beach, east of the main port. There, we found the sirmatas again—those boat garages partly carved into the volcanic tuff. The path winds between several sirmatas before climbing back up to the Praça road to return to the apartment.

Ports of Kara and Goupa
In the afternoon, we strolled through town, and Pat and I climbed the hill overlooking the village to get a closer look at the few more or less ruined windmills dotting the ridge. Only one mill still had its complete mechanism in place under the roof; the others were empty. The view over the village, port, and sea was beautiful. That evening, we tried another restaurant in the village center, Kali Kardia Bohoris, which was well-frequented by locals, and we didn’t regret it: delicious food, efficient and friendly service, and reasonable prices.

The Kastro Mill
Toward Aliki Beach We walked to Aliki Beach, west of the main village. It’s a large sandy beach shaded by tamarisk trees, but the strong wind prevented us from enjoying it. In the afternoon, I set off on a hike toward the fairy chimney at Skiadi (1.5 hours one way). The paths were very well-marked with signs indicating the trail number and the time to reach the destination. The countryside was beautiful but very dry at this time of year, and as always in Greece, many white chapels dotted the landscape. The numerous dry stone walls testify to the immense labor done by the island’s inhabitants over the centuries! For our last day in Kimolos, we decided to visit the beautiful Praça Beach, one of the most beautiful according to the guides! To get there, we took a path through the interior before joining the paved road near a large dump overflowing with various waste. It’s the flip side of the scenery, and Greece still has progress to make in this area. In the end, Praça Beach left us underwhelmed. The environment, marred by mining operations, detracts from the charm of the beautiful sandy beach. End of the Trip, Return to Piraeus and France And that’s it—we took the Zanteferries ferry back to Piraeus, arriving after a calm and sunny 10-hour journey. We had dinner at Souvlaki Street on the port and spent a good night at the Faros I Hotel in Piraeus—a great spot, close to the port, very clean, and reasonably priced. We flew from Athens to Basel-Mulhouse EuroAirport without any issues. N.B. Budget: around 1850 € all included for 14 days per couple The photo album is available by clicking this link: https://photos.app.goo.gl/wRpxRipg4erpzGj99

The village of Plaka in Milos
It was with great pleasure that we finally reconnected with our old habits as inveterate travelers! Greece, and more specifically the Greek islands, was the natural choice for us. After having already visited many Greek islands during around 18 trips, we decided to revisit islands we had seen over 40 years ago, like Milos, where our memories were extremely hazy. Our route was well-planned and familiar: a low-cost flight from Basel-Mulhouse to Athens, then a traditional ferry from Piraeus to Milos. Taking a speedboat, which is faster, would have forced us to spend a night in Piraeus. Plus, we felt that the traditional ferry was part of the journey, and with good weather, spending eight hours on deck wasn’t unpleasant at all. Watching the docking maneuvers with the comings and goings of trucks and cars, observing the passengers, reading a book, or admiring the scenery—all of that is part of the travel experience. Milos Island: Accommodation in Adamas We arrived quite late, around 11 PM, in Adamas, the port of Milos. No worries—the friendly couple managing the apartment was waiting for us, and it was just a 10-minute walk from the port. The first two days were spent unwinding, with swimming at the nearby beach, strolling through Adamas, and relaxing.
Discovering Plaka On the third day, we took the path along the small beach west of town toward a French military cemetery! A historical reminder of our presence here during the Crimean War, among others. The path climbs toward a beacon perched on top of a hill before disappearing into the scrubland. We returned to Adamas for lunch on our terrace.

In the afternoon, we visited the hilltop village of Plaka by bus from Adamas. Plaka is the original old town, dominated by a church and, even higher up, the ruins of the Kastro. The view is magnificent. We stopped at a pastry shop in the village to enjoy excellent orange cakes and baklavas. Back in Adamas, we checked out car rental agencies to be more mobile, though the bus network seemed quite extensive. It costs around 40 € per day, plus 8 € if you want to significantly reduce the deductible. Port of Klima.

Yesterday’s weather was quite mixed with lots of clouds, but today the sun is shining again. We drove to the small port of Klima, famous for its boat garages called "sirmatas." It’s true that in the morning sun, these boat garages carved into the volcanic tuff are beautifully lit, turning the village into a colorful mosaic. Above the village, a path climbs directly to the magnificent Roman theater overlooking the surroundings and the sea.
Following the well-marked path, we reached the road leading 200 meters down to the catacombs. It’s an impressive complex of 3rd and 4th-century catacombs, though only a small part is open to visitors—it’s still very moving. In the mid-afternoon, we got back in the car to visit the tiny ports of Firopotamos and Mandraki, which also have their colorful sirmatas. We took the opportunity to swim at the small beach in Mandraki, where the water was warm and calm.
Mandraki Port. We had a decent dinner at a seaside restaurant in Adamas, though you have to be selective—we had a bad experience at Kynigos on the second night!
Moving to Polonia in Eastern Milos, Sarakiniko Site
The Sarakiniko site We left Adamas for a second stay on Milos, this time in Polonia. The rental Panda was packed with the four of us and our luggage! Our apartment was in a beautiful house surrounded by a grove, so our lovely terrace was well-shaded. Luckily, there was a small beach nearby, and we went for a swim right away. Apart from us, there were only three other swimmers—definitely the end of the season!

"Fairy chimney"! In the afternoon, we visited the famous Sarakiniko site, Milos’ emblematic spot. Judging by the number of cars in the parking lot, we wouldn’t be alone. As we approached, we heard an indefinable rock/punk/metal music: some young people had brought a sound system and a foghorn and were having fun diving off a fairly high cliff to impress the crowd. It definitely spoiled the visit. Most spots were taken by couples busy taking selfies, so getting photos of the site without tourists was impossible. Still, the site is magnificent, with its white cliffs looking like they’re covered in whipped cream! The sun was still very bright, reflecting strongly off the cliffs, making photography difficult due to the excessive brightness. We had a fish dinner in Polonia at the Enalion restaurant: while the octopus and squid were good, the fish soup tasted more like vegetable soup with a few fish crumbs—too bad.

Sunset in Polonia
Ports of Papafranga and Mytikos We continued our exploration of Milos with the Papafranga gorge, a narrow and deep gorge that opens to the sea, where the water is a stunning color. Access via an unstable and dangerous path is prohibited, but that didn’t stop a couple of tourists in flip-flops from venturing in!!! We then swam in the tiny, calm, and sheltered cove of the small port of Mytikos. We returned to Polonia for lunch at Alkis: excellent moussaka. In the late afternoon, Pat and I went out to take some photos just before sunset near the Agios Nikolaos chapel, the beacon, and the new Petakoudia neighborhood next to Polonia to the north.

Paleochori Beach
Toward the Multicolored Beach of Paleochori Another sunny day: we still had to discover Paleochori Beach in the south of the island. It was 10:30 AM, and the beach was almost deserted! The water was pleasant, though a bit chilly when we first entered. The beach is bordered by a cliff that, in some places, displays a beautiful multicolored palette. We returned to Polonia in the late afternoon, and Pat and I headed toward Vouddhia Beach south of Polonia—bad choice. The beach is surrounded by a huge mining site served by a dusty road where lines of trucks loaded with ore cross paths. It’s the other side of the coin, and Greece still has progress to make in this area. Dinner at Alki’s was just as good as always. Return to the Sarakiniko Site Early this morning, Pat and I went back to the Sarakiniko site, hoping to take photos in better conditions. While there were fewer people, the parking lot was still full because sunrise is a must in Milos. Still, the conditions were good, and the sunrise spectators left quickly once the sun had risen above the horizon. During the day, an increasingly strong wind cooled the atmosphere, making swimming less enjoyable. Departure for Kimolos Island We changed islands and left Milos for Kimolos, a nearby island—just a 30-minute trip from Polonia’s port. Our apartment was at the entrance of the hilltop village. It’s a village with typical Cycladic architecture, featuring the remains of an old kastro, a few old churches, and windmill towers perched on the hill. We dined in a tiny tavern where the small outdoor tables were squeezed against the walls to let passersby through! As soon as the sun disappeared, it got cold, especially because of the wind. Ports of Kara and Goupa This morning, we explored the small hamlets of Kara and Goupa by Rema Beach, east of the main port. There, we found the sirmatas again—those boat garages partly carved into the volcanic tuff. The path winds between several sirmatas before climbing back up to the Praça road to return to the apartment.

Ports of Kara and Goupa
In the afternoon, we strolled through town, and Pat and I climbed the hill overlooking the village to get a closer look at the few more or less ruined windmills dotting the ridge. Only one mill still had its complete mechanism in place under the roof; the others were empty. The view over the village, port, and sea was beautiful. That evening, we tried another restaurant in the village center, Kali Kardia Bohoris, which was well-frequented by locals, and we didn’t regret it: delicious food, efficient and friendly service, and reasonable prices.

The Kastro Mill
Toward Aliki Beach We walked to Aliki Beach, west of the main village. It’s a large sandy beach shaded by tamarisk trees, but the strong wind prevented us from enjoying it. In the afternoon, I set off on a hike toward the fairy chimney at Skiadi (1.5 hours one way). The paths were very well-marked with signs indicating the trail number and the time to reach the destination. The countryside was beautiful but very dry at this time of year, and as always in Greece, many white chapels dotted the landscape. The numerous dry stone walls testify to the immense labor done by the island’s inhabitants over the centuries! For our last day in Kimolos, we decided to visit the beautiful Praça Beach, one of the most beautiful according to the guides! To get there, we took a path through the interior before joining the paved road near a large dump overflowing with various waste. It’s the flip side of the scenery, and Greece still has progress to make in this area. In the end, Praça Beach left us underwhelmed. The environment, marred by mining operations, detracts from the charm of the beautiful sandy beach. End of the Trip, Return to Piraeus and France And that’s it—we took the Zanteferries ferry back to Piraeus, arriving after a calm and sunny 10-hour journey. We had dinner at Souvlaki Street on the port and spent a good night at the Faros I Hotel in Piraeus—a great spot, close to the port, very clean, and reasonably priced. We flew from Athens to Basel-Mulhouse EuroAirport without any issues. N.B. Budget: around 1850 € all included for 14 days per couple The photo album is available by clicking this link: https://photos.app.goo.gl/wRpxRipg4erpzGj99
Review of my 10-day cruise on the Celebrity Equinox
HELLO, here’s a little review of my cruise on the CELEBRITY EQUINOX
9-night / 10-day cruise CONCIERGE CLASS BALCONY CABIN at 1170 € per person
EMBARKATION
We arrived around 11:30 AM and were taken care of right away. Priority boarding is now only for suites, but it’s not really necessary since everyone boards quickly. In less than 15 minutes, we were on board.
The best part? We could head straight to our muster station for the lifeboat drill—done in no time! AZAMARA, if you’re listening : )
Disembarkations at ports were also very smooth, with a little stand offering wet towels and refreshing drinks.
THE CABIN
CONCIERGE BALCONY 2108
Perfectly located, with a huge balcony, on the same deck as the pools, just below the buffet, and close to the elevators that took us straight to the restaurant or reception.
Concierge class doesn’t come with many perks—we only went to the concierge desk once. We got a small plate of canapés in the cabin every day and access to a few invitations we declined, lol.
What really stood out was the location and the large balcony.
DINING
The buffet is always great, with tons of choices—the best buffet of any cruise line, in my opinion, even if PRINCESS isn’t bad either. It was sometimes crowded, but the island layout meant we never had to queue, except for the last two days when we couldn’t serve ourselves due to a GASTRO outbreak... The only downside was the desserts, which weren’t as good as before. Is it the chef? Or a budget cut?
The last day’s FAREWELL BUFFET was amazing.
At the restaurant, we noticed a drop in quality, especially with the starters—mostly veggies or soup, basically cheap stuff :( . Though the escargots were still available and just as good.
Also, we often got the pager because no tables were free, and service was sometimes really slow.
We went to the specialty restaurant « LE MURANO » for around $50 per person. The menu is always the same, but it’s still delicious, with attentive service and the chef flambéing the lobster right in front of you. We loved it!
THE PORTS OF CALL
BARCELONA / AT SEA / LISBON (2 DAYS) / PORTO / AT SEA / TANGIER / CADIZ / AT SEA
A great itinerary with 3 sea days in total. We had mostly great weather, even really nice weather during the 3 sea days. It was less sunny and warm in PORTO and CADIZ.
We did everything on our own, except for the first day in Lisbon, where we took a guided TUK TUK tour with Filipe—it was AMAZING! He was really interesting, and we learned so many fun facts. Loved it!
In PORTO, everything costs money, which was a bit disappointing. The churches and cathedrals are expensive :(
TANGIER was a great discovery. Too bad no mosques are open to visitors, but it’s still a pleasant stop.
We’d already visited CADIZ and love this city.
ENTERTAINMENT DURING THE DAY It’s always quiet during the day. You can play mini-golf or pétanque on the grass, and we didn’t hesitate to do laps around the deck. Of course, we also enjoyed the fantastic adults-only pool in the solarium, though sometimes we went to the outdoor pools too. This adults-only pool is still incredible—big and heated, except for 2 days when I complained because the water was suddenly cold. I don’t know why! Of course, some parents try to bring their kids in at the start of the cruise, but not on my watch, lol. After 2 or 3 days, they give up—the outdoor pools were well-heated anyway, so there was no reason to. Apparently, some people didn’t know CELEBRITY—they must’ve realized it’s not a cruise line for kids, pff. IN THE EVENING Apart from the comedian, we saw all the shows. Some were really beautiful, others just okay, but overall, it was a success. The dance nights, though, were pretty average, except for the ABBA night, which always delivers.
CONCLUSION CELEBRITY is still a pleasant cruise line, even if the quality has dropped a little. We still love that fabulous heated adults-only pool, the calm atmosphere on board, the few kids, no Italians, and the zen vibe. The ship is showing its age a bit, but nothing major. We had a great cruise with good value for money. Can’t wait for the next one on the CELEBRITY INFINITY in February! Thanks for reading 😉 PS: Some photos to come
ENTERTAINMENT DURING THE DAY It’s always quiet during the day. You can play mini-golf or pétanque on the grass, and we didn’t hesitate to do laps around the deck. Of course, we also enjoyed the fantastic adults-only pool in the solarium, though sometimes we went to the outdoor pools too. This adults-only pool is still incredible—big and heated, except for 2 days when I complained because the water was suddenly cold. I don’t know why! Of course, some parents try to bring their kids in at the start of the cruise, but not on my watch, lol. After 2 or 3 days, they give up—the outdoor pools were well-heated anyway, so there was no reason to. Apparently, some people didn’t know CELEBRITY—they must’ve realized it’s not a cruise line for kids, pff. IN THE EVENING Apart from the comedian, we saw all the shows. Some were really beautiful, others just okay, but overall, it was a success. The dance nights, though, were pretty average, except for the ABBA night, which always delivers.
CONCLUSION CELEBRITY is still a pleasant cruise line, even if the quality has dropped a little. We still love that fabulous heated adults-only pool, the calm atmosphere on board, the few kids, no Italians, and the zen vibe. The ship is showing its age a bit, but nothing major. We had a great cruise with good value for money. Can’t wait for the next one on the CELEBRITY INFINITY in February! Thanks for reading 😉 PS: Some photos to come
Bike trip: from Carcans Maubuisson to Plaisir (Yvelines)
Monday, August 21, 2023 - Rochefort - Marans
No journal for the first two days. Day 1 - CARCANS-ROYAN Day 2 - ROYAN - ROCHEFORT Tonight I'm in MARANS in the "dry marsh" according to the campsite manager—it’s the first time I’ve heard of a "dry marsh"?!
Photos from the first two days
My gear

The Landes region—nothing extraordinary, but the calm and serenity are nice.

Le Verdon

The wild coast

This marsh isn’t dry, though.
Today is the third day of my trip, and I’m writing to you from a campsite in Marans. I’ve set out to bike from Carcans Maubuisson back to Plaisir. Why Carcans? Because we spent a week there as a family—a great week that lets everyone reconnect for a long stretch. Also, on Saturday, we all headed home—some by car, and me by bike. This journey is about 850 km via bike paths and small cycling roads. It’s not a sporting feat, just a nice long ride for fun. As the old Chinese sage says, "The destination doesn’t matter—it’s the journey that counts." But he also told me, "Traveling is great, but what’s the point if you don’t share it?" You see, this old sage has told me a lot of things—he often keeps me company when I’m biking. Of course, he doesn’t pedal, but we travel in harmony. Sure, he can be a bit annoying sometimes, but we still get along. All this to say I’ve created a group to share my story. I’d be happy to share this experience with you—it’s an adventure for me. On Saturday, I wasn’t sure I’d even leave because I’d been dealing with sciatica for days. Luckily, Juliette, a friend of the old Chinese sage, recommended a lifesaving remedy: Alternately stretching your legs with an elastic band under your foot. Obviously, a jam jar rubber band won’t cut it.
From Marans - The mosquitoes are attacking; time to head back to shelter.
The first two legs took me to Royan and then Rochefort. The Sèvre Niortaise flows nearby, and I followed a canal from La Rochelle. You could say the area is as dry as the marsh, judging by the state of the crops.

As I mentioned, it’s the third day, and if Jesus rose again on this day, for me it was more like the crucifixion. The scorching heat—only bearable when you’re moving—combined with rough trail conditions, and the old Chinese sage says, "Terrible roads, slow speed, and watch your limbs." I set out to do 60 km but ended up doing 80, and the last 20 were tough. I kept checking the GPS to see how much farther until the campsite. Today: Rochefort to Marans, sticking to the coast until La Rochelle, then no notable towns after that—just a constant canal. But since the sky isn’t too low, it hasn’t gotten lost. I’ve still got plenty of anecdotes to share, but it’s pitch black out, and the mosquitoes are still around. This morning, I counted ten in my tent, all full of my blood. Yesterday, at the end of the leg to Rochefort, I was really looking forward to crossing the Charente using the transporter bridge, but a sneaky GPS conspiracy led me far from it. I ended up crossing the Charente on a completely ordinary bridge, watching the transporter bridge in the distance with disappointment.
End of the first episode. Until tomorrow, if you’d like!
No journal for the first two days. Day 1 - CARCANS-ROYAN Day 2 - ROYAN - ROCHEFORT Tonight I'm in MARANS in the "dry marsh" according to the campsite manager—it’s the first time I’ve heard of a "dry marsh"?!
Photos from the first two days
My gear
The Landes region—nothing extraordinary, but the calm and serenity are nice.

Le Verdon

The wild coast

This marsh isn’t dry, though.
Today is the third day of my trip, and I’m writing to you from a campsite in Marans. I’ve set out to bike from Carcans Maubuisson back to Plaisir. Why Carcans? Because we spent a week there as a family—a great week that lets everyone reconnect for a long stretch. Also, on Saturday, we all headed home—some by car, and me by bike. This journey is about 850 km via bike paths and small cycling roads. It’s not a sporting feat, just a nice long ride for fun. As the old Chinese sage says, "The destination doesn’t matter—it’s the journey that counts." But he also told me, "Traveling is great, but what’s the point if you don’t share it?" You see, this old sage has told me a lot of things—he often keeps me company when I’m biking. Of course, he doesn’t pedal, but we travel in harmony. Sure, he can be a bit annoying sometimes, but we still get along. All this to say I’ve created a group to share my story. I’d be happy to share this experience with you—it’s an adventure for me. On Saturday, I wasn’t sure I’d even leave because I’d been dealing with sciatica for days. Luckily, Juliette, a friend of the old Chinese sage, recommended a lifesaving remedy: Alternately stretching your legs with an elastic band under your foot. Obviously, a jam jar rubber band won’t cut it.
From Marans - The mosquitoes are attacking; time to head back to shelter.
The first two legs took me to Royan and then Rochefort. The Sèvre Niortaise flows nearby, and I followed a canal from La Rochelle. You could say the area is as dry as the marsh, judging by the state of the crops.

As I mentioned, it’s the third day, and if Jesus rose again on this day, for me it was more like the crucifixion. The scorching heat—only bearable when you’re moving—combined with rough trail conditions, and the old Chinese sage says, "Terrible roads, slow speed, and watch your limbs." I set out to do 60 km but ended up doing 80, and the last 20 were tough. I kept checking the GPS to see how much farther until the campsite. Today: Rochefort to Marans, sticking to the coast until La Rochelle, then no notable towns after that—just a constant canal. But since the sky isn’t too low, it hasn’t gotten lost. I’ve still got plenty of anecdotes to share, but it’s pitch black out, and the mosquitoes are still around. This morning, I counted ten in my tent, all full of my blood. Yesterday, at the end of the leg to Rochefort, I was really looking forward to crossing the Charente using the transporter bridge, but a sneaky GPS conspiracy led me far from it. I ended up crossing the Charente on a completely ordinary bridge, watching the transporter bridge in the distance with disappointment.
End of the first episode. Until tomorrow, if you’d like!
Review of a magnificent cruise in the Pacific Islands with the Royal Princess
Great to see VF back in action! However, is it normal that we can’t upload more than 10 photos per post? If so, that’s a real shame!
Looks like I’m the first to post a review, but I’m sure others will follow to keep this forum—our forum—alive. Once again, a BIG thank you for bringing it back!
I got home yesterday but still can’t sleep, so I’d rather share this amazing cruise I just took on the Royal Princess.
Last year, I did almost the same itinerary on the Ovation OTS (Royal Caribbean), and it was mixed at best—let’s just say it was disappointing.
The itinerary: - Los Angeles - 5 days at sea - Honolulu - Hilo (replaced by Kona) - 5 days at sea - Papeete - Papeete - Moorea - 3 days at sea - Pago Pago (Samoa Islands) = canceled - 1 day at sea - International Date Line crossing - 1 day at sea - Tauranga - Tauranga - Auckland
I booked this cruise over a year in advance through the Logitravel agency. I chose a Balcony Category D cabin because the Cat B cabins on this ship class don’t have a sofa. I like having a couch in the cabin so I don’t have to sit directly on the bed when I come in.
My last cruise with Princess was years ago, and after last year’s disappointment with Royal Caribbean (Ovation OTS), I decided to give Princess another try. Not only did I love the itinerary, but the cruise was longer, and there was a new port for me—Pago Pago—which unfortunately got canceled.
Honestly, I can tell you I didn’t regret my choice for a second—this cruise will stay with me forever. Everything, or almost everything, was PERFECT!
After Oceania, I’d rank Princess in second place, and I think their service is a notch above Celebrity. You’ll see why as you read this review.
From what I remember, Catherine Isa and others have already tried this ship class and loved it.
Here we go! Day 1: Departure from Roissy to Los Angeles on an Air France flight.


Last year, I flew Air Tahiti Nui (ATN) for the same route, and I can tell you it was WAY better than AF in terms of comfort and service. Unfortunately, ATN now flies very few routes to Los Angeles, preferring to transit through Seattle to get to Papeete. So, I had to go with AF. Back in 2018, I did a Paris/Papeete flight with AF and was a bit disappointed with the 24-hour journey. Anyway!
During this flight, we had one meal and a snack before landing in LA. Drinks were available throughout the flight. We arrived on time in LA.
Before taking off from Roissy, I downloaded the MPC (Mobile Passport Control) app—a mobile app for travelers with an ESTA to save time at customs (only for those returning to the U.S. at least a second time). It lets eligible travelers skip the long lines at customs when arriving in the U.S. After filling out a form and answering a few questions about your trip in advance, you get a ticket that lets you access a special line with shorter wait times. Unfortunately, I didn’t get the ticket, so I had to wait in the regular line. Thirty minutes later, I got the ticket, but it was too late—I was already in the visitor line. It took us 1.5 hours to get through immigration.
Since I’m traveling again in January next year, I’ll try MPC again to see if it works.
After leaving the airport, I took a taxi to my hotel on Hollywood Blvd, but the driver tried to scam me to make more money. Last year, the same ride cost $50, but this time, he took a long detour to run up the meter. When I saw it hit $80, I told him that last year the same trip cost $50, and we weren’t even there yet. He said, “You’re going to a hotel on Hollywood Blvd, and you’re quibbling over a few dollars?” I told him I wouldn’t pay that much because I saw he took a longer route (via Google Maps), and if needed, I’d call the police. Then he said, “Let’s work something out.” I told him I’d pay $50, just like last year—not a cent more. When we arrived, he said, “Give me $60, and we’ll call it even.” So, I gave him $60. If I hadn’t said anything, he would’ve charged me over $100. Oh well!
Our hotel (Lowes Hotel) is on Hollywood Blvd. It’s a really nice hotel with a rooftop pool. That said, it’s not worth 330 € per night plus 30 € per person for breakfast. But since we’re on Hollywood Blvd, everything’s overpriced.






We checked into our room with a view of the Hollywood Sign (as requested). We dropped off our things, then relaxed by the pool with a drink before taking a stroll down Hollywood Blvd.


That evening, we went to dinner at the Roosevelt Hotel, just 100 meters from our hotel—a legendary Hollywood hotel where Marilyn Monroe used to stay regularly. In fact, her suite still bears her name. Honestly, the hotel is really old, and I didn’t think much of it—or the dinner. We headed back to our hotel for a good night’s sleep because tomorrow we had a tour booked to see the stars’ houses and Beverly Hills.
To be continued: Beverly Hills/Hollywood tour and embarkation.
Looks like I’m the first to post a review, but I’m sure others will follow to keep this forum—our forum—alive. Once again, a BIG thank you for bringing it back!
I got home yesterday but still can’t sleep, so I’d rather share this amazing cruise I just took on the Royal Princess.
Last year, I did almost the same itinerary on the Ovation OTS (Royal Caribbean), and it was mixed at best—let’s just say it was disappointing.
The itinerary: - Los Angeles - 5 days at sea - Honolulu - Hilo (replaced by Kona) - 5 days at sea - Papeete - Papeete - Moorea - 3 days at sea - Pago Pago (Samoa Islands) = canceled - 1 day at sea - International Date Line crossing - 1 day at sea - Tauranga - Tauranga - Auckland
I booked this cruise over a year in advance through the Logitravel agency. I chose a Balcony Category D cabin because the Cat B cabins on this ship class don’t have a sofa. I like having a couch in the cabin so I don’t have to sit directly on the bed when I come in.
My last cruise with Princess was years ago, and after last year’s disappointment with Royal Caribbean (Ovation OTS), I decided to give Princess another try. Not only did I love the itinerary, but the cruise was longer, and there was a new port for me—Pago Pago—which unfortunately got canceled.
Honestly, I can tell you I didn’t regret my choice for a second—this cruise will stay with me forever. Everything, or almost everything, was PERFECT!
After Oceania, I’d rank Princess in second place, and I think their service is a notch above Celebrity. You’ll see why as you read this review.
From what I remember, Catherine Isa and others have already tried this ship class and loved it.
Here we go! Day 1: Departure from Roissy to Los Angeles on an Air France flight.


Last year, I flew Air Tahiti Nui (ATN) for the same route, and I can tell you it was WAY better than AF in terms of comfort and service. Unfortunately, ATN now flies very few routes to Los Angeles, preferring to transit through Seattle to get to Papeete. So, I had to go with AF. Back in 2018, I did a Paris/Papeete flight with AF and was a bit disappointed with the 24-hour journey. Anyway!
During this flight, we had one meal and a snack before landing in LA. Drinks were available throughout the flight. We arrived on time in LA.
Before taking off from Roissy, I downloaded the MPC (Mobile Passport Control) app—a mobile app for travelers with an ESTA to save time at customs (only for those returning to the U.S. at least a second time). It lets eligible travelers skip the long lines at customs when arriving in the U.S. After filling out a form and answering a few questions about your trip in advance, you get a ticket that lets you access a special line with shorter wait times. Unfortunately, I didn’t get the ticket, so I had to wait in the regular line. Thirty minutes later, I got the ticket, but it was too late—I was already in the visitor line. It took us 1.5 hours to get through immigration.
Since I’m traveling again in January next year, I’ll try MPC again to see if it works.
After leaving the airport, I took a taxi to my hotel on Hollywood Blvd, but the driver tried to scam me to make more money. Last year, the same ride cost $50, but this time, he took a long detour to run up the meter. When I saw it hit $80, I told him that last year the same trip cost $50, and we weren’t even there yet. He said, “You’re going to a hotel on Hollywood Blvd, and you’re quibbling over a few dollars?” I told him I wouldn’t pay that much because I saw he took a longer route (via Google Maps), and if needed, I’d call the police. Then he said, “Let’s work something out.” I told him I’d pay $50, just like last year—not a cent more. When we arrived, he said, “Give me $60, and we’ll call it even.” So, I gave him $60. If I hadn’t said anything, he would’ve charged me over $100. Oh well!
Our hotel (Lowes Hotel) is on Hollywood Blvd. It’s a really nice hotel with a rooftop pool. That said, it’s not worth 330 € per night plus 30 € per person for breakfast. But since we’re on Hollywood Blvd, everything’s overpriced.






We checked into our room with a view of the Hollywood Sign (as requested). We dropped off our things, then relaxed by the pool with a drink before taking a stroll down Hollywood Blvd.


That evening, we went to dinner at the Roosevelt Hotel, just 100 meters from our hotel—a legendary Hollywood hotel where Marilyn Monroe used to stay regularly. In fact, her suite still bears her name. Honestly, the hotel is really old, and I didn’t think much of it—or the dinner. We headed back to our hotel for a good night’s sleep because tomorrow we had a tour booked to see the stars’ houses and Beverly Hills.
To be continued: Beverly Hills/Hollywood tour and embarkation.
Dream Islands: Greece, French Polynesia, Mauritius...
Hello,
Who among us hasn’t dreamed of having a ticket to Tahiti, Bora Bora, or the Marquesas in their pocket—preferably a one-way ticket to “paradise”?
Idyllic landscape of a dream island, but difficult to access: the Bay of Virgins in Fatu Hiva, Marquesas Islands
Among the values conveyed by literature, tourism, and advertising is the quest for “elsewhere,” for a change of scenery, in the truest sense of the word—that is, the need to leave one’s country. This need for otherness, for difference, is projected onto dreamlike, idealized, even mythicized places. In our imaginary world, the island is often that place.
Yet we forget that islands have also been ideal prisons. The examples are numerous: Elba and Saint Helena, Alcatraz and Poulo Condor, If and Yeu, the Devil’s Islands and Leros. The latter, located in Greece in the Dodecanese, hosted a sinister forced labor camp during the colonels’ dictatorship as well as a psychiatric hospital. Despite the beauty of its bay, tourism has remained marginal there due to its bad reputation, unlike the neighboring island of Patmos.
I’d like to share a selection of about a dozen islands from across the world’s seas and oceans. For dreaming...
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SANTORINI

July 27, 1967
At dawn, the ferry from Agios Nikolaos (Crete) enters the immense caldera of Santorini. From the ship’s deck, Rainer, my travel companion, and I are left in awe by the sight of these towering, multicolored cliffs looming over us. We disembark and begin the steep climb on foot via the winding mule path up to the village of Fira, the capital perched above the cliff. Though it’s still very early, we head to the youth hostel. There wasn’t a soul in the alleys that morning—or rather, there were only cats! I have a fond memory of that encounter with Santorini: a sensory shock, a breathtaking volcanic site, a harmony of blue, ochre-red, and white. A welcoming island, as it was traditional to welcome the xénou, an island that hadn’t yet fully recovered from the terrible 1956 earthquake, a Cycladic architectural marvel where local life was still preserved.
It’s easy to see why, in antiquity, the island was named Kallisté (καλλίστη), “the most beautiful,” as it’s nearly impossible to resist gazing at this landscape shaped by tectonic forces. Indeed, a massive volcanic cataclysm—the Minoan eruption—shaped this scenery in the 17th century BCE, creating a caldera that was quickly filled by the sea. The enormous tsunamis that followed reached Crete, leading to the disappearance of the Minoan civilization.
A cliffside path along the caldera leads us to the peaceful village of Oia, at the northern tip of the island. Blue-domed churches and flower-filled villages with whitewashed houses line the way. This walk is a continuous marvel, offering splendid views of the caldera and the neighboring islands formed by the breakup of the ancient volcano (Thirissa, Nea Kameni). Oia is a large, picturesque village, like Fira perched on the cliff’s edge, which was severely damaged by the 1956 earthquake, and its scars are still visible. Its cave-like houses with vaulted roofs haven’t yet been turned into luxury hotels or shops. Absolute tranquility reigns here.
Oia in 1967—a peaceful village overlooking the caldera. But where are the pools and trendy bars?
A lush countryside covered in olive trees and vineyards welcomes us for a pleasant hike, interrupted by the kindness of a friendly islander who gives us a lift in his truck for a few kilometers. He’s off to harvest his tomatoes, which he grows at the foot of Pyrgos Hill. The delicious little cherry tomato of Santorini earned an EU Protected Designation of Origin (PDO) in 2013. We climb up to the village of Pyrgos, perched on a hill and dominated by the elegant bell tower of its church. Finally, we reach the black sand beach of Kamari on the island’s eastern coast to enjoy a swim.
{...} To be continued


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RAIVAVAE (French Polynesia)

November 15, 2007
Éléonore from Pension Tama welcomes us with traditional flower leis, as if she’d been waiting for old friends she hadn’t seen in ages. The small airport terminal is lively, the atmosphere warm—people hugging, rejoicing in reunions, all under kilos of flowers. Then, just as quickly, the place empties until the next flight... in a few days.

In the Austral Islands, a ninety-minute flight from Tahiti, Raivavae is a world away from the frenetic pace of Papeete or the tourist crowds of the Leeward Islands. The true paradise of the South Seas can still be savored here—it’s a bit like Bora Bora half a century ago. Our first feeling upon arriving on this island is wonder, with smiles that could melt even the gloomiest among us, landscapes so stunning they take your breath away, and above all, a sense of disorientation and fulfillment. Picture a mountainous island, about ten kilometers by three and a half, encircled by a coral reef and wild motu, cradling a lagoon with shades of blue that would make Bora Bora green with envy.
The roughly one thousand inhabitants of Raivavae are spread across four villages around the island. Children are everywhere, as is typical in Polynesia, and they greet you with open, genuine smiles. Here, ancestral values have survived progress. The predominantly Protestant population is very devout, as evidenced by the several temples built across the island. Religious fervor sets the rhythm of daily life. Sundays are reserved for worship and Sunday school (catechism). Work is forbidden on that day, and tourist activities are suspended. These rules are strict and respected.
Hat contest for the worship celebration
Yet a sense of resignation is ever-present. The people of Raivavae know they are—and will remain—isolated. Despite the construction of an airstrip in 2004 and a few weekly flights to Tahiti and its nearest neighbor, Tubuai (200 km away), the island remains on the fringes of the world. One painful aspect is the separation of children from their parents when they leave for middle school in Tubuai starting in fifth grade. Television brings daily images of a world the islanders will likely never know, but one they often aspire to.
We are privileged. We have the pristine white-sand beaches of the motu and some of the most beautiful bays in Polynesia all to ourselves. The jewel in the crown, the island’s emblematic spot, is the “motu-pool,” about twenty minutes by boat. A natural, exquisite basin with crystal-clear water, gradients of blue, and white sand. And best of all, there’s almost no one there. In fact, lounging on the beach is frowned upon, especially for young women. Religion looks very unfavorably on sunbathing and lazing around. And yet, everything here leans toward that philosophy of life.

The "motu-pool"
{...} To be continued
Who among us hasn’t dreamed of having a ticket to Tahiti, Bora Bora, or the Marquesas in their pocket—preferably a one-way ticket to “paradise”?
Idyllic landscape of a dream island, but difficult to access: the Bay of Virgins in Fatu Hiva, Marquesas IslandsAmong the values conveyed by literature, tourism, and advertising is the quest for “elsewhere,” for a change of scenery, in the truest sense of the word—that is, the need to leave one’s country. This need for otherness, for difference, is projected onto dreamlike, idealized, even mythicized places. In our imaginary world, the island is often that place.
Yet we forget that islands have also been ideal prisons. The examples are numerous: Elba and Saint Helena, Alcatraz and Poulo Condor, If and Yeu, the Devil’s Islands and Leros. The latter, located in Greece in the Dodecanese, hosted a sinister forced labor camp during the colonels’ dictatorship as well as a psychiatric hospital. Despite the beauty of its bay, tourism has remained marginal there due to its bad reputation, unlike the neighboring island of Patmos.
I’d like to share a selection of about a dozen islands from across the world’s seas and oceans. For dreaming...
°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°
SANTORINI

July 27, 1967
At dawn, the ferry from Agios Nikolaos (Crete) enters the immense caldera of Santorini. From the ship’s deck, Rainer, my travel companion, and I are left in awe by the sight of these towering, multicolored cliffs looming over us. We disembark and begin the steep climb on foot via the winding mule path up to the village of Fira, the capital perched above the cliff. Though it’s still very early, we head to the youth hostel. There wasn’t a soul in the alleys that morning—or rather, there were only cats! I have a fond memory of that encounter with Santorini: a sensory shock, a breathtaking volcanic site, a harmony of blue, ochre-red, and white. A welcoming island, as it was traditional to welcome the xénou, an island that hadn’t yet fully recovered from the terrible 1956 earthquake, a Cycladic architectural marvel where local life was still preserved.
It’s easy to see why, in antiquity, the island was named Kallisté (καλλίστη), “the most beautiful,” as it’s nearly impossible to resist gazing at this landscape shaped by tectonic forces. Indeed, a massive volcanic cataclysm—the Minoan eruption—shaped this scenery in the 17th century BCE, creating a caldera that was quickly filled by the sea. The enormous tsunamis that followed reached Crete, leading to the disappearance of the Minoan civilization.
A cliffside path along the caldera leads us to the peaceful village of Oia, at the northern tip of the island. Blue-domed churches and flower-filled villages with whitewashed houses line the way. This walk is a continuous marvel, offering splendid views of the caldera and the neighboring islands formed by the breakup of the ancient volcano (Thirissa, Nea Kameni). Oia is a large, picturesque village, like Fira perched on the cliff’s edge, which was severely damaged by the 1956 earthquake, and its scars are still visible. Its cave-like houses with vaulted roofs haven’t yet been turned into luxury hotels or shops. Absolute tranquility reigns here.
Oia in 1967—a peaceful village overlooking the caldera. But where are the pools and trendy bars?A lush countryside covered in olive trees and vineyards welcomes us for a pleasant hike, interrupted by the kindness of a friendly islander who gives us a lift in his truck for a few kilometers. He’s off to harvest his tomatoes, which he grows at the foot of Pyrgos Hill. The delicious little cherry tomato of Santorini earned an EU Protected Designation of Origin (PDO) in 2013. We climb up to the village of Pyrgos, perched on a hill and dominated by the elegant bell tower of its church. Finally, we reach the black sand beach of Kamari on the island’s eastern coast to enjoy a swim.
{...} To be continued


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RAIVAVAE (French Polynesia)

November 15, 2007
Éléonore from Pension Tama welcomes us with traditional flower leis, as if she’d been waiting for old friends she hadn’t seen in ages. The small airport terminal is lively, the atmosphere warm—people hugging, rejoicing in reunions, all under kilos of flowers. Then, just as quickly, the place empties until the next flight... in a few days.

In the Austral Islands, a ninety-minute flight from Tahiti, Raivavae is a world away from the frenetic pace of Papeete or the tourist crowds of the Leeward Islands. The true paradise of the South Seas can still be savored here—it’s a bit like Bora Bora half a century ago. Our first feeling upon arriving on this island is wonder, with smiles that could melt even the gloomiest among us, landscapes so stunning they take your breath away, and above all, a sense of disorientation and fulfillment. Picture a mountainous island, about ten kilometers by three and a half, encircled by a coral reef and wild motu, cradling a lagoon with shades of blue that would make Bora Bora green with envy.
The roughly one thousand inhabitants of Raivavae are spread across four villages around the island. Children are everywhere, as is typical in Polynesia, and they greet you with open, genuine smiles. Here, ancestral values have survived progress. The predominantly Protestant population is very devout, as evidenced by the several temples built across the island. Religious fervor sets the rhythm of daily life. Sundays are reserved for worship and Sunday school (catechism). Work is forbidden on that day, and tourist activities are suspended. These rules are strict and respected.
Hat contest for the worship celebrationYet a sense of resignation is ever-present. The people of Raivavae know they are—and will remain—isolated. Despite the construction of an airstrip in 2004 and a few weekly flights to Tahiti and its nearest neighbor, Tubuai (200 km away), the island remains on the fringes of the world. One painful aspect is the separation of children from their parents when they leave for middle school in Tubuai starting in fifth grade. Television brings daily images of a world the islanders will likely never know, but one they often aspire to.
We are privileged. We have the pristine white-sand beaches of the motu and some of the most beautiful bays in Polynesia all to ourselves. The jewel in the crown, the island’s emblematic spot, is the “motu-pool,” about twenty minutes by boat. A natural, exquisite basin with crystal-clear water, gradients of blue, and white sand. And best of all, there’s almost no one there. In fact, lounging on the beach is frowned upon, especially for young women. Religion looks very unfavorably on sunbathing and lazing around. And yet, everything here leans toward that philosophy of life.

The "motu-pool"{...} To be continued
From Costa Rica to Suriname, a travel report
Hi everyone, I’m restarting my travel reports with my 2023 trip that took me from Costa Rica to Suriname over a month and a half.
First stop: Costa Rica. I arrived in late September in San José, a city I know well and never linger in. As soon as I got off the early-morning flight, I headed to the domestic airport—just a 5-minute walk away—to catch a 45-minute flight to Puerto Limón on the Caribbean coast. The 40-minute flight in a small Cessna was fun, especially since we landed on a tiny airstrip right by the sea—it felt like landing on the beach, which immediately set the mood. Plus, I wasn’t keen on enduring the 4–5-hour bus ride to Cahuita, especially since large sections of the road were under renovation. In Cahuita (where I’ve been going every year since 2015), I stayed at Kenaki Lodge on Playa Grande. It’s a great lodge, about a 45-minute walk from Cahuita’s center, but you’re just 50 meters from the beach and usually have it all to yourself. The lodge is run by Béa, a Frenchwoman, and depending on the season, you can help release baby turtles on the beach. The room was 55 €, very spacious, and you can use the outdoor kitchen. I’d recommend it for anyone looking for peace and quiet and a private beach.
After 5 days there, I flew to Cartagena but didn’t stay overnight. Instead, I headed straight to Rincón del Mar, a 3-hour bus ride from CTG. I’d mostly heard about it from a friend who lives there and runs El Ché, a beachfront restaurant. Rincón del Mar is a tiny seaside village, very peaceful, with a pretty nice beach. There are lots of small hotels and restaurants, and it’s a spot that’s likely to grow quickly in the coming years. Note: there’s no ATM there, so you’ll need to withdraw cash in San Onofre, about 30 minutes away by moto-taxi. The round trip costs around 25,000 COP. That’s also where you catch the bus to Cartagena. For accommodations, rooms were roughly 70,000–90,000 COP, with a so-so value for the price. As for things to do, I’d recommend the tour that takes you to watch the sunset in front of Bird Island, followed by a swim in a lagoon with bioluminescent plankton. The excursion (if I remember correctly) cost around 90,000 COP.
After a week in Rincón del Mar, I headed back to Cartagena and decided to fly to Yopal to visit the Río Meta. In Yopal, you’ll need to go to the bus terminal (10 minutes by taxi from the airport). From there, I took a bus to Orocué (50,000 COP) for about a 4-hour trip—it felt endless because the road was in terrible condition. Orocué is a tiny town on the banks of the Río Meta, but it has all the essentials (hotels, restaurants, ATMs). It’s lovely to stroll along the river at sunset. There are a few small bars, the area is very natural, the sunsets are stunning, and when there are distant storms, it’s just breathtaking. For lodging, I stayed at Hotel Brisas de San Miguel. It wasn’t bad—fan-cooled room for 70,000 COP. There were quite a few mosquitoes. I spent 3 days in Orocué. If you want to swim, head to the bridge (the only one), Cano San Miguel, and on the right, there’s a swimming spot. With the heat, it’s a great way to cool off.
From Orocué, I took a fast *lancha* (boat) up the Río Meta to Puerto Carreño, in the Vichada department at the far end of Colombia. This brings you to the majestic Orinoco River, right across from Venezuela. The boat ride is long—10 hours—and costs about 60 €. We left around 6 AM, with a few stops for bathroom breaks and meals along the way. But you *must* book your spot 1–2 days in advance. To do that, go to the small square above the dock—there’s a "navigation office" there. The trip was long but enjoyable. I never get tired of river journeys.
I was happy to finally arrive in Puerto Carreño, a small border town with Venezuela. No surprise that half the population was Venezuelan. In Puerto Carreño, I stayed at Hotel Delfines del Orinoco. The room was 80,000 COP, decent, with A/C, and the best part was the pool. I spent 2 nights there. One thing you *must* do—morning and evening—is hike to the top of Cerro de la Bandera (the *cerros* are huge rock formations typical of the Orinoco region, and there are many in the area). From the summit, you get amazing 360° views of the savanna and jungle. Sunrise is especially incredible. The trail is well-marked—from downtown Puerto Carreño, it takes about 20 minutes.
Next, I spent 3 nights at Rancho Barú. About an hour by boat from Puerto Carreño, you get off at Casuarito, and someone from the lodge picks you up by motorcycle for a 30-minute ride. The ranch is in the middle of the savanna, with a river/rapids beach just a 5-minute walk away. You can also fish—bites come quickly. For the lodge, one night (room or hammock) with shared bathrooms, three meals included, one excursion, plus the round-trip motorcycle ride costs 245,000 COP. An extra night without an excursion is around 100,000 COP, but you need to let the lodge know in advance so they can prepare enough food—there’s absolutely nothing for miles around.
After those 3 great days at the ranch, I took a canoe to cross into Venezuela, since Casuarito is right across from Puerto Ayacucho. The crossing costs 10,000 COP, but I got shaken down by Venezuelan immigration, who invented a violation and made me pay $40 USD. Puerto Ayacucho didn’t inspire me much. The city felt sketchy, with many hotels closed. Dealing with currency exchange was the hardest part—you *must* bring cash (USD or Colombian pesos), know the exchange rate, and find someone with enough money to exchange with you. It took me at least 2 hours. I stayed in a decent hotel downtown for $20 USD a night, but I’ll admit that going out at night—even in Puerto Ayacucho—felt pretty dodgy. All the buildings have bars on the windows, and there weren’t many people outside. I didn’t linger and found my plans to continue south too complicated. The next day, I took a bus across the country to the Brazilian border at Santa Elena de Uairén. The trip took a day and a night, with countless military checkpoints where they made everyone get off, unload all the luggage, etc. Not exactly a fun ride.
Photos: - 2 sunrises near the Orocué dock - Storm over the savanna at Rancho Barú - View of the savanna and Orinoco near Casuarito - Photo taken during the Río Meta boat trip
First stop: Costa Rica. I arrived in late September in San José, a city I know well and never linger in. As soon as I got off the early-morning flight, I headed to the domestic airport—just a 5-minute walk away—to catch a 45-minute flight to Puerto Limón on the Caribbean coast. The 40-minute flight in a small Cessna was fun, especially since we landed on a tiny airstrip right by the sea—it felt like landing on the beach, which immediately set the mood. Plus, I wasn’t keen on enduring the 4–5-hour bus ride to Cahuita, especially since large sections of the road were under renovation. In Cahuita (where I’ve been going every year since 2015), I stayed at Kenaki Lodge on Playa Grande. It’s a great lodge, about a 45-minute walk from Cahuita’s center, but you’re just 50 meters from the beach and usually have it all to yourself. The lodge is run by Béa, a Frenchwoman, and depending on the season, you can help release baby turtles on the beach. The room was 55 €, very spacious, and you can use the outdoor kitchen. I’d recommend it for anyone looking for peace and quiet and a private beach.
After 5 days there, I flew to Cartagena but didn’t stay overnight. Instead, I headed straight to Rincón del Mar, a 3-hour bus ride from CTG. I’d mostly heard about it from a friend who lives there and runs El Ché, a beachfront restaurant. Rincón del Mar is a tiny seaside village, very peaceful, with a pretty nice beach. There are lots of small hotels and restaurants, and it’s a spot that’s likely to grow quickly in the coming years. Note: there’s no ATM there, so you’ll need to withdraw cash in San Onofre, about 30 minutes away by moto-taxi. The round trip costs around 25,000 COP. That’s also where you catch the bus to Cartagena. For accommodations, rooms were roughly 70,000–90,000 COP, with a so-so value for the price. As for things to do, I’d recommend the tour that takes you to watch the sunset in front of Bird Island, followed by a swim in a lagoon with bioluminescent plankton. The excursion (if I remember correctly) cost around 90,000 COP.
After a week in Rincón del Mar, I headed back to Cartagena and decided to fly to Yopal to visit the Río Meta. In Yopal, you’ll need to go to the bus terminal (10 minutes by taxi from the airport). From there, I took a bus to Orocué (50,000 COP) for about a 4-hour trip—it felt endless because the road was in terrible condition. Orocué is a tiny town on the banks of the Río Meta, but it has all the essentials (hotels, restaurants, ATMs). It’s lovely to stroll along the river at sunset. There are a few small bars, the area is very natural, the sunsets are stunning, and when there are distant storms, it’s just breathtaking. For lodging, I stayed at Hotel Brisas de San Miguel. It wasn’t bad—fan-cooled room for 70,000 COP. There were quite a few mosquitoes. I spent 3 days in Orocué. If you want to swim, head to the bridge (the only one), Cano San Miguel, and on the right, there’s a swimming spot. With the heat, it’s a great way to cool off.
From Orocué, I took a fast *lancha* (boat) up the Río Meta to Puerto Carreño, in the Vichada department at the far end of Colombia. This brings you to the majestic Orinoco River, right across from Venezuela. The boat ride is long—10 hours—and costs about 60 €. We left around 6 AM, with a few stops for bathroom breaks and meals along the way. But you *must* book your spot 1–2 days in advance. To do that, go to the small square above the dock—there’s a "navigation office" there. The trip was long but enjoyable. I never get tired of river journeys.
I was happy to finally arrive in Puerto Carreño, a small border town with Venezuela. No surprise that half the population was Venezuelan. In Puerto Carreño, I stayed at Hotel Delfines del Orinoco. The room was 80,000 COP, decent, with A/C, and the best part was the pool. I spent 2 nights there. One thing you *must* do—morning and evening—is hike to the top of Cerro de la Bandera (the *cerros* are huge rock formations typical of the Orinoco region, and there are many in the area). From the summit, you get amazing 360° views of the savanna and jungle. Sunrise is especially incredible. The trail is well-marked—from downtown Puerto Carreño, it takes about 20 minutes.
Next, I spent 3 nights at Rancho Barú. About an hour by boat from Puerto Carreño, you get off at Casuarito, and someone from the lodge picks you up by motorcycle for a 30-minute ride. The ranch is in the middle of the savanna, with a river/rapids beach just a 5-minute walk away. You can also fish—bites come quickly. For the lodge, one night (room or hammock) with shared bathrooms, three meals included, one excursion, plus the round-trip motorcycle ride costs 245,000 COP. An extra night without an excursion is around 100,000 COP, but you need to let the lodge know in advance so they can prepare enough food—there’s absolutely nothing for miles around.
After those 3 great days at the ranch, I took a canoe to cross into Venezuela, since Casuarito is right across from Puerto Ayacucho. The crossing costs 10,000 COP, but I got shaken down by Venezuelan immigration, who invented a violation and made me pay $40 USD. Puerto Ayacucho didn’t inspire me much. The city felt sketchy, with many hotels closed. Dealing with currency exchange was the hardest part—you *must* bring cash (USD or Colombian pesos), know the exchange rate, and find someone with enough money to exchange with you. It took me at least 2 hours. I stayed in a decent hotel downtown for $20 USD a night, but I’ll admit that going out at night—even in Puerto Ayacucho—felt pretty dodgy. All the buildings have bars on the windows, and there weren’t many people outside. I didn’t linger and found my plans to continue south too complicated. The next day, I took a bus across the country to the Brazilian border at Santa Elena de Uairén. The trip took a day and a night, with countless military checkpoints where they made everyone get off, unload all the luggage, etc. Not exactly a fun ride.
Photos: - 2 sunrises near the Orocué dock - Storm over the savanna at Rancho Barú - View of the savanna and Orinoco near Casuarito - Photo taken during the Río Meta boat trip
Des voyages après les annulations? English translation pending
Bonjour à tous !
Pour faire suite au message fermé ( nos-experiences-demandes-remboursements-suite-annulation-cause-covid-19 ) car trop 'gonflé' : plus de 1200 réponses ! , j'ouvre un nouveau sujet, qui est la suite logique du précédent !
Après les annulations - demandes de remboursements abouties ou non cette année, suite au Covid, j'aimerais que vous nous racontiez la suite de l'histoire :
- Qu'est - il advenu de vos projets de vacances ? - Avez- vous persévéré et obtenu un remboursement ou un report ? - Faites- vous de nouveaux projets ou avez vous déjà pu tenter, avec réussite, un autre voyage ?
Pour démarrer le sujet, voici ce que nous avons prévu : -- les 2 voyages ( USA et Yucatan ) qui étaient prêts seraient reportés à 1 an, peut-être à 2 : c'est de l'optimisme ... -- le voyage de mai, 3 semaines dans les Pouilles : quasi complètement remboursé ; peut-être reporté au printemps : il est fin prêt aussi ! -- cette année, vacances de 6 nuits à la belge : 3 jours à la Côte et 3 jours dans les Ardennes ; un peu court mais une météo plus qu'agréable ; belle bouffée d'air ... J'espère que vous avez mieux à nous raconter !
Bonne journée à tous .
Après les annulations - demandes de remboursements abouties ou non cette année, suite au Covid, j'aimerais que vous nous racontiez la suite de l'histoire :
- Qu'est - il advenu de vos projets de vacances ? - Avez- vous persévéré et obtenu un remboursement ou un report ? - Faites- vous de nouveaux projets ou avez vous déjà pu tenter, avec réussite, un autre voyage ?
Pour démarrer le sujet, voici ce que nous avons prévu : -- les 2 voyages ( USA et Yucatan ) qui étaient prêts seraient reportés à 1 an, peut-être à 2 : c'est de l'optimisme ... -- le voyage de mai, 3 semaines dans les Pouilles : quasi complètement remboursé ; peut-être reporté au printemps : il est fin prêt aussi ! -- cette année, vacances de 6 nuits à la belge : 3 jours à la Côte et 3 jours dans les Ardennes ; un peu court mais une météo plus qu'agréable ; belle bouffée d'air ... J'espère que vous avez mieux à nous raconter !
Bonne journée à tous .
Discussion sur le thème (concours septembre 2020): lieux, scènes de départ ou d'arrivée English translation pending
Rebonjour, 🙂
C'est ici que l'on discute , échange, sur le thème: lieux, scènes de départ ou d'arrivée.
Pour revenir au concours, c'est ici
On part en vadrouille au Cambodge! English translation pending
Hello tout le monde !
Vous trouverez ci-dessous mon carnet dédié au voyage que j'ai réalisé l'an passé au Cambodge...
La restriction du nombre de photos imposée par VF m'empêchera de publier ici tous mes clichés. Vous pouvez donc les consulter sur mon site : https://www.onpartenvadrouille.com/ où toutes les journées sont déjà accessibles. Bonne lecture !!!
9 février - Vers un nouveau départ...
L’air de rien, monsieur l’hiver s’est installé confortablement, apportant avec lui dans ses bagages ses amis les nuages grisâtres, nuits tombant à dix-sept heures, gouttes au nez et vieux barbu tout de rouge vêtu. Alors, l’humain lambda boude dans son coin, prétextant une déprime passagère hivernale et une envie d’hibernation foudroyante. Chanceux que je suis, c’est à ce moment précis que chaque année, le génie sort de ma lampe de chevet : « Bonjour maître ! Qu’est-ce qui vous ferait plaisir ?... Un nouveau petit voyage, peut-être ? - Je dis oui, oui et re-oui » ! Chouette, il est temps de préparer les valises et de faire un choix. Choix très difficile entre mes tongs bleues et mes tongs orange. Et puis choix de la destination ! Pique-nique-douille, c’est toi l’andouille de Guéméné ! Suosdei !!! Si je te dis « Salut » dans une langue qui fleure bon l’exotisme, c’est que nous allons ensemble partager un nouveau voyage en direction de l’Asie du sud-est. Et oui, l’Asie du sud-est en hiver, il n’y a rien de mieux pour te requinquer un homme. Et puis l’Asie du sud-est, je l’ai dans la peau, au sens propre comme au sens figuré. Et cette fois-ci, ce sera dans un pays frontalier de la Thaïlande, du Laos et du Vietnam. Pays sous protectorat français jusqu’en 1953, titre d’une chanson de Kim Wilde, pays dont la capitale est Phnom Penh, je suis, je suis, … Ding dong, trop tard !... Le Cambodge !
Qui dit introduction à un nouveau voyage dit aussi interrogatoire. Je mets ma petite robe blanche moulante, je croise, je décroise les jambes, … Oups, j’avais oublié de mettre une culotte… C’est bon, l’interrogatoire peut débuter :
Qui ? Pour m’accompagner, ma femme et mes deux filles qu’on appellera pour cette histoire Sandrine, Anna et Sasha... tout simplement parce que ce sont leurs prénoms ! On devait être accompagné par mes deux parents qui nous ont déjà suivis en Thaïlande il y a maintenant sept ans, mais une petite opération du genou a contraint ma mère à jeter l’éponge dans le visage de son chirurgien au dernier moment. Seul mon père sera de la sauterie en tant que guest star ! On souhaite donc tous ensemble la bienvenue à notre fournisseur d’anecdotes !
Combien ? On part un vendredi et on rentre un dimanche deux semaines plus tard…. Donc si tu comptes bien sur tes dix doigts, ça fait dix-sept jours, voyage compris.
Quoi ? Un voyage mi-routard, mi-pénard. Un circuit optimisé en restant au minimum trois jours par endroit pour éviter de perdre trop de temps dans les transports. De la découverte, des vieilles pierres, de la gastronomie, des rencontres, de la bonne bière, de l’exploration, … Et puis on n’oublie surtout pas de brosser « Martine » dans le bon sens en finissant par quelques jours de repos à l’ombre des cocotiers.
Où ? Pour commencer, le noooooord avec Siem Reap, puis Koh Rong tout au sud. On enchaîne ensuite par Koh Rong Samloem, pour finir tranquillement par Phnom Penh d’où nous regagnerons nos pénates.
Comment ? Scooter, tuk tuk, bus, bateau et tongs. Voilà nos moyens de locomotion ! Come on baby, do the locomooootion...
Bon, je crois avoir répondu à toutes tes questions. Aladin, à la deux, il est donc l’heure d’y aller mon bon génie : Pour tous les amoureux de l’Asie du sud-est ou pour te donner l'envie de le devenir, je déclare donc officiellement ce nouveau voyage ouvert ! Et là, tu te dis peut-être : « Oh, la chance qu’il a !!! » C’est marrant toutes ces personnes qui te répondent systématiquement ça quand tu leur annonces que tu pars en voyage… Premièrement, je ne vois pas ce que la chance vient faire là-dedans puisqu’il suffit de saisir son numéro de carte bancaire sur internet pour gagner un billet d’avion. Crois-moi sur parole, rien de plus simple, on gagne à tous les coups ! Deuxièmement, à tous ceux qui s’imaginent que les voyages, ce n’est que Bisounours et licornes pailletées, je rappelle quand même que la première journée d’un voyage, c’est-à-dire la journée d’aujourd’hui, rime toujours avec aéroport, avion, attente, décalage horaire, fatigue, … Un beau programme à te faire aimer le RER un jour de grève ! Mais rassure-toi, avec moi, inutile d'attacher ta ceinture, ça va être un voyage pépère, hyper rapide, sans zone de turbulences, ni même d’hôtesse à reluquer… puisqu'on est déjà arrivé !! Et oui, moi président, je t’ai exonéré des trois vols qui nous ont menés de Paris à Siem Reap en passant par Amman et Bangkok. Moi président, je t’ai fait grâce de vingt-quatre heures de transport éreintantes. Moi, président, je te dispense solennellement de toutes ces cernes sur ton visage puisque Sandrine se les est toutes accaparées... Seul fait marquant à se mettre sous la dent : Le petit Jésus des avions a sournoisement essayé de nous faire louper notre correspondance à Bangkok ! En direct live rien que pour toi, en voici le récit : On s’installe confortablement dans les sièges en face de notre porte d’embarquement F1A, on s’endort, on se réveille trois heures après, Jean-Michel Ecran au-dessus de notre porte affiche désormais « Shanghai » en lieu et place de « Siem Reap » qui y trônait pourtant fièrement tout à l’heure ! As-tu déjà vu le film « Maman j’ai raté l’avion » ? Et bien voici, « Maman, j’ai presque raté l’avion » ! En voici le scénario… Je m’enquière de la situation auprès d’une gentille hôtesse qui me répond que l’embarquement pour Siem Reap a déménagé en porte D1A à l’autre bout de l’aéroport pendant notre sommeil. « Vite, vite, la porte ferme dans huit minutes !... » S’il te plait, pour la suite de l’histoire, il te faut mettre la musique de Mission impossible... Pan ! C’est partie pour la finale du cent-dix mètres haies en direct de l’aéroport de Bangkok !... Ouf, un brin essoufflé, je remporte la victoire haut la main !... Sauf que, … déconfiture totale ! Du même genre que lorsque tes deux meilleurs attaquants sont forfaits pour la finale de la ligue des champions : En porte D1A, ils embarquent pour un vol pour « Abou Dhabi » !!! « Siem Reap, Siem Reap, please ? - Gate J1A ! » C’est pas possible, l’autre andouillette de tout à l’heure ne sait pas prononcer les « J » correctement ! Nouvelle course folle dans l'aéroport. Je prends de nouveau la tête du convoi, les autres tentant laborieusement de me coller au train. Me voyant arriver en courant, l'hôtesse d’embarquement me fait des signes de loin pour m'indiquer que c'est fini… Horreur, malheur !!! Une fois à sa hauteur, Youhou, champagne, elle m’indiquait en fait qu'il n'était pas nécessaire de courir car le vol a du retard. Allez, Champomy, c’est moi qui régale ! Enfin, … verre d’eau pour tout le monde, quoi !
La description de ce 9 février se termine avec une arrivée tardive à Siem Reap, un passage des formalités administratives bien longuet et rudimentaire, et un transport en tuk tuk affrété par notre hôtel pour traverser pour la première fois cette ville que je découvre enfin ; elle que je connais par procuration grâce à toutes mes innombrables lectures préparatoires d’avant voyage. J’ai un peu l’impression de rencontrer pour la première fois une personne rencontrée virtuellement de longue date sur internet. J’ai aussi l’impression de me sentir comme à la maison. Ça me fait ça à chaque fois avec l’Asie du sud-est. Les odeurs, les bruits, l'ambiance… Je ne saurais comment l'expliquer, mais il n'y a pas de période d'adaptation… Un petit mot sur notre hôtel, La Rose Blanche, établissement un peu excentré mais qui nous ravit les yeux dès notre arrivée. Comme dit l'adage, « avec l'âge, on s'embourgeoise ». Il est possible de trouver à Siem Reap des hôtels vraiment pas chers. Mais en mettant un tout petit peu plus que pas cher, il est possible de trouver de petites perles comme le nôtre dans lequel nous passerons les cinq prochaines nuits bien au chaud.


Allez, quelques morceaux de crocodile grillés sur un petit barbecue cambodgien dans un restaurant pas très loin de notre camp de base et c’est déjà l’heure de l’extinction des feux. Je sais que quelques heures seulement nous séparent de nos premières découvertes et il ne faudrait pas qu’on y arrive fatigués. Je te dis donc tout simplement à demain si tu le veux bien, et surtout si tu souhaites nous accompagner dans ce nouveau numéro de Dora l’exploratrice. De toute façon, demain est une autre aventure...
9 février - Vers un nouveau départ...
L’air de rien, monsieur l’hiver s’est installé confortablement, apportant avec lui dans ses bagages ses amis les nuages grisâtres, nuits tombant à dix-sept heures, gouttes au nez et vieux barbu tout de rouge vêtu. Alors, l’humain lambda boude dans son coin, prétextant une déprime passagère hivernale et une envie d’hibernation foudroyante. Chanceux que je suis, c’est à ce moment précis que chaque année, le génie sort de ma lampe de chevet : « Bonjour maître ! Qu’est-ce qui vous ferait plaisir ?... Un nouveau petit voyage, peut-être ? - Je dis oui, oui et re-oui » ! Chouette, il est temps de préparer les valises et de faire un choix. Choix très difficile entre mes tongs bleues et mes tongs orange. Et puis choix de la destination ! Pique-nique-douille, c’est toi l’andouille de Guéméné ! Suosdei !!! Si je te dis « Salut » dans une langue qui fleure bon l’exotisme, c’est que nous allons ensemble partager un nouveau voyage en direction de l’Asie du sud-est. Et oui, l’Asie du sud-est en hiver, il n’y a rien de mieux pour te requinquer un homme. Et puis l’Asie du sud-est, je l’ai dans la peau, au sens propre comme au sens figuré. Et cette fois-ci, ce sera dans un pays frontalier de la Thaïlande, du Laos et du Vietnam. Pays sous protectorat français jusqu’en 1953, titre d’une chanson de Kim Wilde, pays dont la capitale est Phnom Penh, je suis, je suis, … Ding dong, trop tard !... Le Cambodge !
Qui dit introduction à un nouveau voyage dit aussi interrogatoire. Je mets ma petite robe blanche moulante, je croise, je décroise les jambes, … Oups, j’avais oublié de mettre une culotte… C’est bon, l’interrogatoire peut débuter :
Qui ? Pour m’accompagner, ma femme et mes deux filles qu’on appellera pour cette histoire Sandrine, Anna et Sasha... tout simplement parce que ce sont leurs prénoms ! On devait être accompagné par mes deux parents qui nous ont déjà suivis en Thaïlande il y a maintenant sept ans, mais une petite opération du genou a contraint ma mère à jeter l’éponge dans le visage de son chirurgien au dernier moment. Seul mon père sera de la sauterie en tant que guest star ! On souhaite donc tous ensemble la bienvenue à notre fournisseur d’anecdotes !
Combien ? On part un vendredi et on rentre un dimanche deux semaines plus tard…. Donc si tu comptes bien sur tes dix doigts, ça fait dix-sept jours, voyage compris.
Quoi ? Un voyage mi-routard, mi-pénard. Un circuit optimisé en restant au minimum trois jours par endroit pour éviter de perdre trop de temps dans les transports. De la découverte, des vieilles pierres, de la gastronomie, des rencontres, de la bonne bière, de l’exploration, … Et puis on n’oublie surtout pas de brosser « Martine » dans le bon sens en finissant par quelques jours de repos à l’ombre des cocotiers.
Où ? Pour commencer, le noooooord avec Siem Reap, puis Koh Rong tout au sud. On enchaîne ensuite par Koh Rong Samloem, pour finir tranquillement par Phnom Penh d’où nous regagnerons nos pénates.
Comment ? Scooter, tuk tuk, bus, bateau et tongs. Voilà nos moyens de locomotion ! Come on baby, do the locomooootion...
Bon, je crois avoir répondu à toutes tes questions. Aladin, à la deux, il est donc l’heure d’y aller mon bon génie : Pour tous les amoureux de l’Asie du sud-est ou pour te donner l'envie de le devenir, je déclare donc officiellement ce nouveau voyage ouvert ! Et là, tu te dis peut-être : « Oh, la chance qu’il a !!! » C’est marrant toutes ces personnes qui te répondent systématiquement ça quand tu leur annonces que tu pars en voyage… Premièrement, je ne vois pas ce que la chance vient faire là-dedans puisqu’il suffit de saisir son numéro de carte bancaire sur internet pour gagner un billet d’avion. Crois-moi sur parole, rien de plus simple, on gagne à tous les coups ! Deuxièmement, à tous ceux qui s’imaginent que les voyages, ce n’est que Bisounours et licornes pailletées, je rappelle quand même que la première journée d’un voyage, c’est-à-dire la journée d’aujourd’hui, rime toujours avec aéroport, avion, attente, décalage horaire, fatigue, … Un beau programme à te faire aimer le RER un jour de grève ! Mais rassure-toi, avec moi, inutile d'attacher ta ceinture, ça va être un voyage pépère, hyper rapide, sans zone de turbulences, ni même d’hôtesse à reluquer… puisqu'on est déjà arrivé !! Et oui, moi président, je t’ai exonéré des trois vols qui nous ont menés de Paris à Siem Reap en passant par Amman et Bangkok. Moi président, je t’ai fait grâce de vingt-quatre heures de transport éreintantes. Moi, président, je te dispense solennellement de toutes ces cernes sur ton visage puisque Sandrine se les est toutes accaparées... Seul fait marquant à se mettre sous la dent : Le petit Jésus des avions a sournoisement essayé de nous faire louper notre correspondance à Bangkok ! En direct live rien que pour toi, en voici le récit : On s’installe confortablement dans les sièges en face de notre porte d’embarquement F1A, on s’endort, on se réveille trois heures après, Jean-Michel Ecran au-dessus de notre porte affiche désormais « Shanghai » en lieu et place de « Siem Reap » qui y trônait pourtant fièrement tout à l’heure ! As-tu déjà vu le film « Maman j’ai raté l’avion » ? Et bien voici, « Maman, j’ai presque raté l’avion » ! En voici le scénario… Je m’enquière de la situation auprès d’une gentille hôtesse qui me répond que l’embarquement pour Siem Reap a déménagé en porte D1A à l’autre bout de l’aéroport pendant notre sommeil. « Vite, vite, la porte ferme dans huit minutes !... » S’il te plait, pour la suite de l’histoire, il te faut mettre la musique de Mission impossible... Pan ! C’est partie pour la finale du cent-dix mètres haies en direct de l’aéroport de Bangkok !... Ouf, un brin essoufflé, je remporte la victoire haut la main !... Sauf que, … déconfiture totale ! Du même genre que lorsque tes deux meilleurs attaquants sont forfaits pour la finale de la ligue des champions : En porte D1A, ils embarquent pour un vol pour « Abou Dhabi » !!! « Siem Reap, Siem Reap, please ? - Gate J1A ! » C’est pas possible, l’autre andouillette de tout à l’heure ne sait pas prononcer les « J » correctement ! Nouvelle course folle dans l'aéroport. Je prends de nouveau la tête du convoi, les autres tentant laborieusement de me coller au train. Me voyant arriver en courant, l'hôtesse d’embarquement me fait des signes de loin pour m'indiquer que c'est fini… Horreur, malheur !!! Une fois à sa hauteur, Youhou, champagne, elle m’indiquait en fait qu'il n'était pas nécessaire de courir car le vol a du retard. Allez, Champomy, c’est moi qui régale ! Enfin, … verre d’eau pour tout le monde, quoi !
La description de ce 9 février se termine avec une arrivée tardive à Siem Reap, un passage des formalités administratives bien longuet et rudimentaire, et un transport en tuk tuk affrété par notre hôtel pour traverser pour la première fois cette ville que je découvre enfin ; elle que je connais par procuration grâce à toutes mes innombrables lectures préparatoires d’avant voyage. J’ai un peu l’impression de rencontrer pour la première fois une personne rencontrée virtuellement de longue date sur internet. J’ai aussi l’impression de me sentir comme à la maison. Ça me fait ça à chaque fois avec l’Asie du sud-est. Les odeurs, les bruits, l'ambiance… Je ne saurais comment l'expliquer, mais il n'y a pas de période d'adaptation… Un petit mot sur notre hôtel, La Rose Blanche, établissement un peu excentré mais qui nous ravit les yeux dès notre arrivée. Comme dit l'adage, « avec l'âge, on s'embourgeoise ». Il est possible de trouver à Siem Reap des hôtels vraiment pas chers. Mais en mettant un tout petit peu plus que pas cher, il est possible de trouver de petites perles comme le nôtre dans lequel nous passerons les cinq prochaines nuits bien au chaud.


Allez, quelques morceaux de crocodile grillés sur un petit barbecue cambodgien dans un restaurant pas très loin de notre camp de base et c’est déjà l’heure de l’extinction des feux. Je sais que quelques heures seulement nous séparent de nos premières découvertes et il ne faudrait pas qu’on y arrive fatigués. Je te dis donc tout simplement à demain si tu le veux bien, et surtout si tu souhaites nous accompagner dans ce nouveau numéro de Dora l’exploratrice. De toute façon, demain est une autre aventure...
Petit tour dans le Péloponnèse English translation pending
Tous nos séjours en Grèce nous ont enchantées alors, après un séjour en Crète, à Rhodes, à Zakynthos et en Grèce centrale, pourquoi pas un tour du Péloponnèse?
Nous avons quelques hésitations quant à la chaleur possible (notamment pour les randonnées) mais finalement, hop! la réservation des billets d'avion est faite fin janvier: ce sera un départ de Bruxelles (avec Brussels airlines) le 05/07 à 7h30. Puis arrive le (la) Covid avec son lot d'incertitudes: partira? Partira pas? Partira? Partira pas? Faut-il tout annuler, reporter? Au mois de juin les règles d'ouverture des frontières changent en permanence mais il arrive un moment où il faut bien se décider car certains hébergements ne sont plus annulables. Les frontières de la Grèce doivent théoriquement ouvrir totalement le 1er juillet (sous réserve de...) on doit partir le 5 ...alors, c'est décidé, on part! ...enfin, si tout se passe comme prévu!
L'ouest du Péloponnèse ne m'inspire pas plus que ça. Par contre Cythère me tente bien, alors voilà à quoi ressemblera notre circuit (on prendra le bateau pour Cythère à Neapoli):
Muriel
Nous avons quelques hésitations quant à la chaleur possible (notamment pour les randonnées) mais finalement, hop! la réservation des billets d'avion est faite fin janvier: ce sera un départ de Bruxelles (avec Brussels airlines) le 05/07 à 7h30. Puis arrive le (la) Covid avec son lot d'incertitudes: partira? Partira pas? Partira? Partira pas? Faut-il tout annuler, reporter? Au mois de juin les règles d'ouverture des frontières changent en permanence mais il arrive un moment où il faut bien se décider car certains hébergements ne sont plus annulables. Les frontières de la Grèce doivent théoriquement ouvrir totalement le 1er juillet (sous réserve de...) on doit partir le 5 ...alors, c'est décidé, on part! ...enfin, si tout se passe comme prévu!
L'ouest du Péloponnèse ne m'inspire pas plus que ça. Par contre Cythère me tente bien, alors voilà à quoi ressemblera notre circuit (on prendra le bateau pour Cythère à Neapoli):
MurielLes Cyclades en juillet: Anafi, Amorgos, Astypaléa English translation pending
GENESE
Comme tous, le COVID a chamboulé nos plans. Normalement nous devions aller à Madagascar pendant un mois, projet reporté à l’année prochaine. Seulement, n’ayant jamais arrêté de travailler, malgré le confinement et le Covid j’avais réellement besoin de faire une « pause ».
Souhaitant limiter les risques de restrictions de déplacements nous ne quitterons pas l’Europe en nous centrant sur des endroits que nous avons toujours voulu visiter, mais habituellement trop fréquentés pour nous. Il y avait la Suisse avec ses montagnes et ses trains de légende, l’Islande et les îles Grecques.
Au final c’est l’attrait du soleil qui l’a emporté … enfin surtout auprès de madame ! Nous avions « entrevu » Santorin et Myconos lors d’une croisière en méditerranée en 2007 avec les enfants. Nous avions adoré … sauf la fréquentation !
Le premier élément à choisir est le point d’entrée, accessible en avion. Il y a Santorin et Myconos dans les Cyclades. Comme je rêvais de revoir la caldera de Santorin, le choix fut rapide. Ensuite je voulais des îles peu fréquentées ne nécessitant pas de trop long trajet en ferry. Sur 2 semaines 3 îles m’a paru être le bon choix. Avec le recul je confirme que c’est un bon dosage. Je me suis beaucoup servi du site Hellenica et Cycladen.be, qui sont très bien, pour faire mes choix.
La première sera Anafi, dans la catégorie « peu fréquentée » elle est très bien placée, en plus elle est petite, montagneuse et avec de belles plages. Une des raisons de sa faible fréquentation est le peu de liaison maritimes, ce sera donc à partir de cette contrainte que s’articulera le voyage.
Le second choix sera Astypalea car il y a un aéroport pour repartir, en plus c’est aussi une île peu fréquentée par les étrangers. Elle fait partie des Dodécanèse mais géographique se trouve proche des Cyclades.
Amorgos se glissera très naturellement entre les deux.
Une fois le planning établi j’ai réservé les vols chez Volotea qui a le bon goût de partir de Strasbourg … mauvais choix car les vols seront annulés 2 semaines plus tard.🏴☠️ Je me suis retourné vers Easy Jet qui part de Bâle Mulhouse, finalement tout aussi proche de chez nous que Strasbourg. Il faut dire qu’en Alsace nous avons la chance d’avoir pas mal d’aéroports dans un rayon de 3 heures autour de chez nous (en plus des deux précités il y a surtout Zurich et Frankfurt). Nous ferons donc BSL – Athènes – Santorin puis Astypalea – Athènes – BSL.
J’ai réservé par internet en direct les pensions : Villa Kalamiotissa pour Anafi Emprostiada Traditional Guest House et Pano Gitonia pour Amorgos Studio Killindra pour Astypalea Je réserve aussi une voiture à Amorgos puisque l’île est assez grande … et au final, suite à un échange avec mon logeur, également à Anafi.
Le roadbook sera assez rapide à établir … tant mieux car je n’ai que très peu de temps disponible, relancer mon entreprise suite au Covid-19 a accaparé tout mon temps.
En voiture ... pour ceux qui veulent 🙂
Comme tous, le COVID a chamboulé nos plans. Normalement nous devions aller à Madagascar pendant un mois, projet reporté à l’année prochaine. Seulement, n’ayant jamais arrêté de travailler, malgré le confinement et le Covid j’avais réellement besoin de faire une « pause ».
Souhaitant limiter les risques de restrictions de déplacements nous ne quitterons pas l’Europe en nous centrant sur des endroits que nous avons toujours voulu visiter, mais habituellement trop fréquentés pour nous. Il y avait la Suisse avec ses montagnes et ses trains de légende, l’Islande et les îles Grecques.
Au final c’est l’attrait du soleil qui l’a emporté … enfin surtout auprès de madame ! Nous avions « entrevu » Santorin et Myconos lors d’une croisière en méditerranée en 2007 avec les enfants. Nous avions adoré … sauf la fréquentation !
Le premier élément à choisir est le point d’entrée, accessible en avion. Il y a Santorin et Myconos dans les Cyclades. Comme je rêvais de revoir la caldera de Santorin, le choix fut rapide. Ensuite je voulais des îles peu fréquentées ne nécessitant pas de trop long trajet en ferry. Sur 2 semaines 3 îles m’a paru être le bon choix. Avec le recul je confirme que c’est un bon dosage. Je me suis beaucoup servi du site Hellenica et Cycladen.be, qui sont très bien, pour faire mes choix.
La première sera Anafi, dans la catégorie « peu fréquentée » elle est très bien placée, en plus elle est petite, montagneuse et avec de belles plages. Une des raisons de sa faible fréquentation est le peu de liaison maritimes, ce sera donc à partir de cette contrainte que s’articulera le voyage.
Le second choix sera Astypalea car il y a un aéroport pour repartir, en plus c’est aussi une île peu fréquentée par les étrangers. Elle fait partie des Dodécanèse mais géographique se trouve proche des Cyclades.
Amorgos se glissera très naturellement entre les deux.
Une fois le planning établi j’ai réservé les vols chez Volotea qui a le bon goût de partir de Strasbourg … mauvais choix car les vols seront annulés 2 semaines plus tard.🏴☠️ Je me suis retourné vers Easy Jet qui part de Bâle Mulhouse, finalement tout aussi proche de chez nous que Strasbourg. Il faut dire qu’en Alsace nous avons la chance d’avoir pas mal d’aéroports dans un rayon de 3 heures autour de chez nous (en plus des deux précités il y a surtout Zurich et Frankfurt). Nous ferons donc BSL – Athènes – Santorin puis Astypalea – Athènes – BSL.
J’ai réservé par internet en direct les pensions : Villa Kalamiotissa pour Anafi Emprostiada Traditional Guest House et Pano Gitonia pour Amorgos Studio Killindra pour Astypalea Je réserve aussi une voiture à Amorgos puisque l’île est assez grande … et au final, suite à un échange avec mon logeur, également à Anafi.
Le roadbook sera assez rapide à établir … tant mieux car je n’ai que très peu de temps disponible, relancer mon entreprise suite au Covid-19 a accaparé tout mon temps.
En voiture ... pour ceux qui veulent 🙂
Renseignements sur les langues et la culture indienne English translation pending
Bonjour 🙂🙂
Je voyage beaucoup ces derniers temps, et mon prochain voyage sera en Inde.
J'aurais aimé avoir des renseignements sur la culture des habitants. J'ai déjà lu par-ci par-là que c'était un peuple très ouvert d'esprit, qui prône la bienveillance, le contact et la joie de vivre.
La richesse de la vie et de l'amour est t'elle quelque chose d'important pour les indiens?
J'aurais également voulu des infos sur la langue hindi?
Merci d'avance!!!
Merci d'avance!!!
Chorizo ou pas dans la paëlla? English translation pending
Tout fout le camp...
Chorizo ou pas ? Un illustre chef espagnol ravive le «paellagate»
(Mais moi j'en ai toujours mis... 😛 )
Voyage en voiture France-Bénin, visas et traversée au Maroc English translation pending
Salut à touss , voilà je ves voyager de la France jusqu’aux Benin , je souhaiterais, avis , lconseil , et les informations nécessaires à réaliser mon projet , je compte passer du Maroc , Mauritanie Mali côté ivoire Ghana Togo benin !
J’ai plusieurs question : déjà y’a t’il plus rapide pour atteindre le benin ? Et la piste piste commence reelment à partire d’où ?
J’ai deux chien avec moi en ordre de vaccin et tout se qui va avec , je veut les prendre dite moi ce que vous en pencer ces réalisables ? Quel sont les problèmes et où je pourrai les rencontrer ?
J’aimerais connaître je budget , du bateau avec une voiture pour traverser le détroit ? Pour le Maroc
Pour être en règle avec l’es document , que me faut t’il pour mes papier pour moi , et mon véhicule pour entrer du Maroc , Mauritanie , Mali, côté d’ivoire , Ghana , Togo benin ? Je peut prendre des visa à l’avance pour certain pays dans un autre ? Le prix approximativement de visa pour entre dans ces pays ? Je compte pas trop visité ni faire du tourisme , juste rouler et me rendre chez moi au benin .
D’autre question viendront , je vous remercie pour tout ce qui on lu et qui on pris du temps à me répondre !
Pourquoi pas réaliser un convoi avec certain .
Merci à touss
J’ai plusieurs question : déjà y’a t’il plus rapide pour atteindre le benin ? Et la piste piste commence reelment à partire d’où ?
J’ai deux chien avec moi en ordre de vaccin et tout se qui va avec , je veut les prendre dite moi ce que vous en pencer ces réalisables ? Quel sont les problèmes et où je pourrai les rencontrer ?
J’aimerais connaître je budget , du bateau avec une voiture pour traverser le détroit ? Pour le Maroc
Pour être en règle avec l’es document , que me faut t’il pour mes papier pour moi , et mon véhicule pour entrer du Maroc , Mauritanie , Mali, côté d’ivoire , Ghana , Togo benin ? Je peut prendre des visa à l’avance pour certain pays dans un autre ? Le prix approximativement de visa pour entre dans ces pays ? Je compte pas trop visité ni faire du tourisme , juste rouler et me rendre chez moi au benin .
D’autre question viendront , je vous remercie pour tout ce qui on lu et qui on pris du temps à me répondre !
Pourquoi pas réaliser un convoi avec certain .
Merci à touss
Retour aux Marquises: les îles méridionales Hiva Oa, Tahuata et Fatu Iva English translation pending
INTRO
En ces temps épidémiques troublés, la Polynésie Française - et en particulier l' archipel des Marquises - ont des atouts exceptionnels en matière de tourisme. A ce jour, l' épidémie de Coronavirus a juste effleuré le Territoire -presque uniquement Tahiti et Moorea - dont les îles éloignées ont été strictement confinées dès le départ, les offres sanitaires et hospitalières sur place étant très limitées. Pour l' instant, la situation est sous contrôle.
Le tourisme retrouve lentement ses marques depuis la mi-juillet. Il s'agit actuellement plus de tourisme local que de tourisme international, bien que la destination Polynésie / Marquises soit attirante : beauté et unicité des paysages, authenticité d'un archipel, certes situé à 4 heures d'avion ATR de Tahiti, mais que l' on peut facilement découvrir en solo et donc en dehors de la très onéreuse croisière sur l' Aranui, sécurité physique mais aussi sanitaire. Les Européens - dont une majorité de Français - arrivent... Ils avaient déjà leurs billets depuis des mois et l' entrée sur le territoire est facilitée.
Nous devions faire ce second voyage aux Marquises en mai dernier, mais il fut annulé jusqu'à la reprise progressive des vols en interne.
Nous avons simplement acheté un billet Air Tahiti en ligne, sans utiliser le Pass Marquises qui ne permet pas de visiter les deux îles les plus méridionales, à savoir Tahuata et Fatu Iva, dépourvues d'aéroport. On ne peut y aller qu' en bateau, en excursion à la journée ( ou plus bien sur ) pour Tahuata et en navette municipale au départ de Hiva Oa pour aller à Fatu Iva.
Les horaires changeant fréquemment, la première chose à faire est de se renseigner sur les jours de passage vers Fatu Iva. En ce moment, il y en a trois : le lundi ( départ à 2 heures du matin ), le mardi ( départ à 6 heures ) et le samedi ( départ à 6 heures également ). Mais tout cela aura peut-être changé dans 3 mois. Il faut donc une stratégie d'approche !
On peut rajouter la visite de ces deux îles à celles qui sont incluses dans le Pass, à savoir Nuku Hiva, Ua Pou, Ua Huka et Hiva Oa. Prévoir alors une extension de 8 jours environ, à partir de Hiva Oa.
Pourquoi vouloir absolument visiter ces deux îles peu accessibles ? Justement parce qu'il faut les mériter ! Elles demeurent très différentes.
L' une, Tahuata, a un lagon, des plages de sable blanc, des falaises abruptes, des baies échancrées ourlées d'une végétation luxuriante, des couleurs uniques dans les bleus et turquoise et culmine à plus de 1000 mètres.
L' autre, Fatu Iva , est une beauté sauvage et altière avec ses à-pics qui dévalent vers l' océan bleu outremer ( ou 'moana' en tahitien ), connue surtout pour sa fameuse baie des Vierges, considérée par beaucoup - en particulier les navigateurs - comme la plus belle île de Polynésie.
Dans mon premier carnet sur les Marquises, j' avais déjà mentionné notre séjour à Hiva Oa, un peu trop court. Cette fois, entre notre arrivée et notre retour, nous passerons 4 nuits à Hiva Oa et 4 nuits à Fatu Iva. Une journée et demie sera consacrée aussi à Hiva Oa.
Avant de partir à la découverte de ces îles polynésiennes lointaines et peu visitées, quelques chiffres édifiants qui montrent que les Marquises ont échappé de peu à l' oubli, à la perte de leur identité singulière et à la disparition de leur culture. L' archipel comptait 20000 habitants en 1842, seulement 2000 en 1920, environ 8000 actuellement en 2020. Au début des années 1920, c'est grâce à la politique nataliste du Dr Rollin, administrateur des Marquises de l' époque, que la situation commença lentement à s' améliorer. Ensuite et paradoxalement, ce fut un évêque, Mgr Lecleac'h, qui s'érigea en animateur engagé du réveil identitaire, via la sauvegarde du patrimoine, la reconnaissance de la langue marquisienne ( et non tahitienne ), les danses ( jugées trop lascives par les missionnaires ), les chants, le tatouage, enfin l' artisanat inspiré des motifs et des symboles de la culture ancienne. L' icône du renouveau marquisien est sans conteste le tiki, demi-dieu et créateur de l' homme. En lui réside la divinité et les ancêtres légendaires.

TAHUATA ou Île Lumière
DANS LA LEGENDE DES MARQUISES C' est la plus petite île habitée des Marquises dont le nom signifie l' aube en marquisien. J' aurai, plus tard, l' occasion de revenir sur la légende de la création des Marquises : dans cette légende, Tahuata représente le dernier acte de la construction avant l' aube. La symbolique de son nom est liée à l' arrivée de la lumière du jour, signifiant la fin de la construction de la 'Grande Maison', alias l' archipel des Marquises.
UN PEU DE GEOLOGIE Tahuata et Fatu Iva sont soeurs géologiquement parlant. Ce sont des îles plus jeunes que celles du nord de l' archipel ( de 5, 5 millions d'années au Nord-Ouest à seulement 1,2 million d'années au Sud-Est ) L' activité volcanique passée s' est matérialisée sous la forme de volcans dits boucliers, différents des volcans hawaiïens ou tahitiens, qui , suite à des secousses sismiques violentes et répétées, se sont peu à peu effondrés, disparaissant sous les flots de la moitié voire davantage des boucliers initiaux. Résultat : les calderas sont imbriquées l'une dans l' autre , la caldeira initiale étant dotée d'un volcan interne plus petit et plus récent. C 'est le cas à Fatu Iva par exemple.
UN PEU DE GEOGRAPHIE
Située à seulement 4 kms de Hiva Oa , on ne peut rejoindre Tahuata que par mer après 40 à 60 mn de navigation selon le temps ( il existe un catamaran communal, le Tahuata Nui mais qui est souvent en panne pour une durée indéterminée... ). On choisira entre l' excursion à la journée ou le passage simple en speedboat privé, assez cher. Ou si l' on doit résider à Tahuata, on s'arrangera au préalable avec la pension de famille choisie pour discuter des modalités et du prix de la course aller-retour entre Tahuata et Hiva Oa. Le canal dit du Bordelais qui est emprunté par les bateaux peut être extrêmement agité par des courants violents et rallonger un peu la course. (Petite digression sur ce fameux canal du Bordelais... Qui est donc ce Bordelais ? Un certain Joseph Capri ( ou Kabri ou Kabris ), originaire de Bordeaux même, initialement matelot de son état sur un bâtiment baleinier qui fait naufrage sur la côte de Nuku Hiva. Kabri , capturé par les guerriers du roi anthropophage de NH, s'apprête à mourir et à finir rôti à la broche, mais est sauvé in extremis par la fille du roi qui demande sa grâce. Celle-ci est accordée, il épouse la belle dans la foulée, le roi tatoue son gendre lui-même, lui offre des parures en tapa et mousse et le nomme grand juge du pays. Il tue, torture, garrotte, découpe en morceaux. Il pacifie à sa manière ! La vie est douce et belle, il a six enfants de sa princesse marquisienne ... Et puis un jour où il sommeille dans la nature, il est kidnappé par le navigateur russe Krunsenstern qui, à coups de knout, le ramène au navire puis à St Petersbourg pour y être interrogé et jugé. Kabri parvient à s' échapper vers Paris, demande à rencontrer Louis XVIII qu'il traite comme son cousin. Ce dernier - contre toute attente - le reçoit et lui donne un peu d'argent, mais la chance a définitivement tourné pour Kabri qui se retrouve à Valenciennes, gagnant son pain comme bête de foire. Il mourra à 42 ans, épuisé et sans avoir pu repartir vers son île marquisienne et vers sa famille nombreuse. Les autorités lui éviteront post mortem l' infamie d'une exhumation et d'un empaillage, son tatouage corporel et facial ayant conquis un amateur !!!
JB Kabri le Tatoué, dessin publié dans le livre de Von Langsdorff
Retour à Tahuata... L' île n'est entourée que partiellement de récifs coralliens ( comme Mangareva aux îles Gambier ) , et est agrémentée de magnifiques plages de sable blanc, en particulier celle de Hanamoenoa. Avec ses versants escarpés se terminant en falaises, des vallées étroites et profondes ouvrant sur des baies échancrées à la végétation dense telles celles jumelles de Iva Iva Nui et de Iva Iva Iti, Tahuata surprend et attire. ' C'est une des rares fois où j' eus le désir de posséder de la terre ', écrivit en son temps le navigateur Alain Gerbault, conquis par une île qu'il qualifiait d'enchanteresse. Son relief est très accidenté et les communications terrestres - sur des pistes improbables - entre les vallées sont difficiles. L' île culmine au Mont Tumu-Mea-Ufa à 1050 m. Sa superficie est de 60 km2, avec une population de 650 à 700 habitants environ. L' île comporte 4 villages : Vaitahu, petit port historique, avec son église aux murs de galets et un magnifique vitrail, son musée d'art et d'histoire, et sa proximité avec des sites archéologiques; Hapatoni, autre village avec sa voie pavée ou ' allée de la reine ', construite sur ordre de la reine Vaekehu II au 19ème siècle, bordée d'arbres centenaires de tamanu plantés par les anciens , et ses ' me'ae ' ( ou ' marae ' en tahitien). Egalement Motopu et Hanatetena, deux plus petits villages. Il y a d'autres chemins pavés dans l' île, à Hapatoni en particulier, et des pétroglyphes à Hanatahua. On peut donc passer plus d'une journée à Tahuata, y séjourner dans l' une de ses pensions. Les chemins et pistes de l' île se prêtent parfaitement à la randonnée pédestre.
UN PEU D HISTOIRE
Plusieurs édifices du village de Vaitahu commémorent un passé souvent tragique. On peut y voir les trois stèles érigées en souvenir de l' arrivée des Espagnols en 1595, puis de celle de militaires français en 1838 et enfin de la prise de possession de l' archipel par l' amiral Abel Dupetit-Thouars en 1842. Alvaro de Mendaña y Neira jeta l' ancre à Vaitahu en 1595, un premier contact avec ceux que l' on appelait à l' époque dans les mers du Sud et ailleurs ' les naturels ' qui tourna rapidement au massacre par les soldats espagnols de 200 villageois, guerriers et civils mélangés. On peut comprendre, dans ce contexte, que l' arrivée d'Occidentaux au 18ème siècle et au début du 19ème siècle ait suscité beaucoup de méfiance, d'animosité et d'hostilité de la part des habitants de Tahuata, et des autres îles également. Les premières tentatives d' évangélisation protestante d'abord en 1797 puis catholique en 1839 se soldèrent par un échec retentissant ( le gouvernement français avait l' habitude d'envoyer les missionnaires en éclaireurs afin de tâter le terrain.. ). Le religieux ayant failli à sa mission, il restait donc le politique et le militaire : l' expédition Dupetit-Thouars arrive en vue de Tahuata mi - avril 1842. Les Français sont dans un premier temps plutôt bien reçus par le chef / roi Iotete qui a récemment subi la pression de la marine américaine et qui se dit que la France le protégera. On attribue donc un terrain en hauteur aux Français pour la construction d'un fortin et d'une garnison. Dupetit-Thouars veut aller vite et propose à Iotete de se mettre sous la protection du roi de France, Louis-Philippe. Iotete accepte et, le 1er mai, est organisée une cérémonie pour la prise de possession officielle des îles Sud de l' archipel des Marquises - et par extension de tout l' archipel - par la France en présence des missionnaires et du neveu de Iotete, Maheono, également chef de Hanatetena. Et puis rapidement, un malaise grandissant s'installe, l' ambiance se dégrade, Iotete devient peu accommodant et versatile, ne supportant pas de se voir privé de son autorité de chef incontesté. Il fugue dans la montagne, organise la résistance aux Français que l' on vient pourtant de fêter, et finit par assiéger le fortin à moitié achevé avec ses guerriers. Résultat : des morts et des blessés des deux côtés et un chaos inattendu. Après palabres et promesses, l' amiral, fidèle à sa stratégie initiale, convainc Iotete - contacté et ramené à la raison par son neveu - de revenir à la table des négociations, et les termes d' une paix durable sont établis définitivement. Iotete a tenté de lutter mais a perdu et la guerre et son pouvoir, son ' mana '. Il mourra l' année suivante, une fin triste et sans avenir pour un chef qui ne sera pas élevé au rang de dieu le jour de ses funérailles.
Prise de possession officielle de Tahuata
De g. à d. : Maheono, Iotete ( en habit militaire d'apparat à galons d'or époque Louis XV ), le père Baudichon, Abel Dupetit-Thouars
Iotete le 1er Mais 1842 ( portrait par Max Radiguet )
Iotete le 1er mai 1842 ( portrait par Max Radiguet )
Maheono, neveu de Iotete et son saisissant tatouage facial
Guerriers marquisiens 19ème siècle
L' amiral repart bientôt sur son navire La Reine Blanche vers Tahiti où il va obtenir le 9 septembre 1842 de la reine Pomaré IV son acceptation formelle de placer son île sous protectorat français. C' est ainsi que Les Marquises alias La Terre des Hommes ( ou Te Fenua Enata en marquisien ) devient la première colonie française dans le Pacifique Sud un peu avant Tahiti.
FAUNE ET FLORE Depuis sa disparition de Hiva Oa, suite à l' introduction malheureuse d'un rapace nocturne, le grand-duc de Virginie ( ou Bubo Virginiasus en latin ), la seule population survivante de ' pahi ' ou martin-chasseur des Marquises, vit à Tahuata, en grand danger d'extinction, car en déclin lent mais constant. il ne resterait que 300 individus au mieux. La destruction du grand-duc est autorisée à cause de son impact fatal sur la faune aviaire locale. Des excursions à pied et à cheval, en excursion à la demi-journée ou à la journée entière, à la découverte du ' pahi ' sont possibles. Contacter le comité de tourisme de Tahuata.
ACTIVITES TRADITIONNELLES
Il y a à Tahuata plusieurs centres d'artisanat et ce dernier est le plus réputé des Marquises, en particulier pour la sculpture sur os. Dans l' île, on est souvent sculpteur de père en fils; les hommes travaillent le bois de rose, l' os de cheval, de chèvre et de mouton et le rostre d'espadon. Dans la vallée d'Hapatoni, ce sont surtout d' expertes sculptrices qui sont à l' oeuvre, souvent depuis des années. Au travail de l' os ou du rostre d'espadon, elles ajoutent la confection de bijoux originaux. La culture du coprah est bien présente à Tahuata et permet aux agriculteurs de gagner un revenu fixe. Les cultures vivrières et les récoltes d'agrumes tels les pamplemousses, très réputés permettent l' autosuffisance alimentaire des habitants de l' île et un peu d'exportation vers le marché et les supermarchés de Papeete ( via la diaspora marquisienne installée à Tahiti ). Pêche et chasse participent également, pleinement, de ce désir d'autosuffisance. La nature est généreuse et tout pousse à profusion et l' on vit simplement mais plutôt bien à Tahuata comme ailleurs aux Marquises, d'autant que désormais, les cargos mixtes apportent régulièrement de Tahiti ce qui manque aux îliens.
Fatu Iva L' île de tous les superlatifs / L'île érotique


Guerrier marquisien tatoué originaire de Fatu Iva 19ème siècle On notera sur sa poitrine les motifs reconstitués d'une tête de tiki, que l' on retrouve aussi sur la crosse du casse-tête ( ou ' u'u ' en marquisien ), arme réservée au guerrier. Cette tête est supposée augmenter le ' mana ' ( alias la puissance ), les yeux en amande évoquent cette puissance surnaturelle tandis que la bouche étirée où apparaissent parfois langue et dents, est censée défier l' adversaire.
SELON LA LEGENDE Dans la légende de la construction de l' archipel des Marquises, selon laquelle chaque île est partie intégrante de la Maison des Dieux, Fatu Iva représente la toiture faite de 9 ( Iva ) tresses ( Fatu ) de feuilles de palmier. Elle s'est aussi appelée Santa Magdalena, nom donné par Alvaro de Mendaña en l' honneur de la sainte du même nom.
UN PEU DE GEOGRAPHIE Fatu Iva est une île située à 75 kms de Hiva Oa, d'une superficie de 84 km2. Longue de 10 kilomètres et large de 4, elle a la forme d'un croissant ou d'un haricot. Elle culmine au Mont Touaouoho à 960 mètres et héberge une population d'environ 600 habitants. C' est l' île la plus australe de l' archipel, la plus isolée aussi car il est impossible d'y construire un aéroport en raison du relief accidenté ou même un aérodrome comme à Ua Pou par exemple. C' est aussi la plus pluvieuse, étant la plus proche du tropique du Capricorne. Les pluies étant abondantes, l' île est recouverte d'une végétation luxuriante en particulier en son centre où prospère une forêt primaire tropicale dense. C' est aussi l'île la plus sauvage et la plus spectaculaire de l' archipel. Géologiquement parlant, elle est constituée de deux caldeiras volcaniques enchâssées l' une dans l' autre. La première date de 2 millions d'années environ, la seconde, deux fois plus petite est née d'une énorme éruption, comme en témoignent les massives chandelles basaltiques qui montent au ciel tout autour de la baie de Hanavave, dite baie des Vierges. Initialement appelée baie des Verges par les Marquisiens, elle a été rebaptisée par de pudibonds missionnaires, effarouchés par l' imagerie locale et ses sous-entendus. Fatu Iva n' a que deux villages situées chacun sur le bord extérieur des deux caldeiras : Hanavave aux colonnes basaltiques et Omoa, chef-lieu de l' île , village surplombé par un piton rocheux qui surprend par son profil rappelant la tête d'un moai de l' île de Pâques.
UN PEU D'HISTOIRE Comme les autres îles de l' archipel, Fatu Iva fut initialement peuplée par des Polynésiens venus de l' ouest. Les rivalités entre tribus étaient au départ incessantes et donnèrent lieu à des batailles sanglantes. C' est en juillet 1595 que l'île - tout comme celle de Tahuata - fut abordée pour la première fois par un occidental, le navigateur espagnol Alvaro de Mendaña de Neira , le premier du genre à avoir établi des contacts avec des populations polynésiennes. Mais il n' y débarqua pas. Il crût tout d'abord avoir découvert les Iles Salomon, le but ultime de son voyage, mais se rendit rapidement compte qu' il avait découvert une nouvelle terre dans un archipel d' îles auxquelles il donna le nom de ' Marquesas de Mendoza ' pour remercier le Vice-Roi du Pérou - alias Garcia Hurtado de Mendoza y Maurique, IV marquis de Cañete - qui l' avait aidé à monter et financer son expédition, et pour honorer en même temps son épouse et ses filles. En 1935, l' anthropologue norvégien Thor Heyerdahl - et futur aventurier du Kon Tiki - aborda Fatu Iva avec l' idée bien ancrée d' en faire son éden. Il y vécut un an avec sa femme, d'abord à Omoa, puis à Ouia, une vallée inconfortablement située sur la côte au vent et désormais retournée à l' état naturel, ayant été abandonnée par ses quelques habitants. Heyerdahl avait à l' époque avancé l' hypothèse erronée que les Maori descendaient des Indiens d'Amérique du Sud alors qu'ils sont originellement arrivés en pirogue de l' Asie du Sud-Est, et plus particulièrement de Taïwan. ( Je vous renvoie à mon carnet sur Taïwan où j' aborde ce sujet )
De 1960 à 1966, une majorité d'hommes de Fatu Iva partirent travailler au CEP de Mururoa, participant ainsi de l' émigration économique ayant commencé à l' époque, et s'étant poursuivie jusqu'à nos jours, les perspectives en termes d' emploi étant plus que limitées si l' on ne veut pas rester ou devenir agriculteur ou coprahculteur comme ses parents ou grands-parents.
FAUNE ET FLORE L' île est une terre d'abondance pour les agrumes, les fruits en général et les fleurs... Tout pousse ou presque. Elle possède une espèce endémique très menacée aujourd'hui : le Monarque ( ou oma'o ke'eke'e en marquisien ', dont il ne restait il y a peu que 6 couples au monde ! Le rat noir et le chat haret ont littéralement décimé cette espèce, dévorant oeufs, oisillons et même femelles en couvaison. Un programme de sauvegarde de l' espèce a été mis en place, avec des résultats encourageants, le nombre de couples ayant augmenté ces dernières années.
ECONOMIE L' île est ravitaillée uniquement par bateau. Une unique route partiellement bétonnée des deux côtés, et partiellement à l' état de piste, et longue de 17 kilomètres relie les deux villages. On peut également aller d'un village à l' autre par la mer en un quart d'heure de navigation. Le secteur primaire prévaut à Fatu Iva, en particulier la culture du coprah, et puis la pêche au thon, à l' espadon et au thazard. On y a cultivé le noni à outrance à une certaine époque mais celle-ci est un peu révolue, les bienfaits miraculeux du noni n' ayant pas vraiment été prouvés scientifiquement. Comme à Rurutu, on a abandonné la culture du café qui était pourtant prometteuse il y a une quarantaine d'années. En revanche, on trouve davantage de vergers et des vanillières. La chasse aux cochons et aux chèvres permet l' auto-suffisance en viande quand le ravitaillement venu de Tahiti vient à manquer ou arrive irrégulièrement. L' artisanat s'est développé grâce au tourisme et aux expositions semestrielles organisées à Papeete. La spécialité - principalement féminine - de Fatu Iva est le tapa dont les dessins s'inspirent des anciens tatouages marquisiens. La sculpture sur bois ou os ou noix de coco est plutôt réservée aux hommes, nourrie des anciennes figures et des symboles centenaires : tikis sculptés en bois de rose ou en bois noir, casse-tête, plats de présentation.
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TAHUATA ou Île Lumière
DANS LA LEGENDE DES MARQUISES C' est la plus petite île habitée des Marquises dont le nom signifie l' aube en marquisien. J' aurai, plus tard, l' occasion de revenir sur la légende de la création des Marquises : dans cette légende, Tahuata représente le dernier acte de la construction avant l' aube. La symbolique de son nom est liée à l' arrivée de la lumière du jour, signifiant la fin de la construction de la 'Grande Maison', alias l' archipel des Marquises.
UN PEU DE GEOLOGIE Tahuata et Fatu Iva sont soeurs géologiquement parlant. Ce sont des îles plus jeunes que celles du nord de l' archipel ( de 5, 5 millions d'années au Nord-Ouest à seulement 1,2 million d'années au Sud-Est ) L' activité volcanique passée s' est matérialisée sous la forme de volcans dits boucliers, différents des volcans hawaiïens ou tahitiens, qui , suite à des secousses sismiques violentes et répétées, se sont peu à peu effondrés, disparaissant sous les flots de la moitié voire davantage des boucliers initiaux. Résultat : les calderas sont imbriquées l'une dans l' autre , la caldeira initiale étant dotée d'un volcan interne plus petit et plus récent. C 'est le cas à Fatu Iva par exemple.
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Située à seulement 4 kms de Hiva Oa , on ne peut rejoindre Tahuata que par mer après 40 à 60 mn de navigation selon le temps ( il existe un catamaran communal, le Tahuata Nui mais qui est souvent en panne pour une durée indéterminée... ). On choisira entre l' excursion à la journée ou le passage simple en speedboat privé, assez cher. Ou si l' on doit résider à Tahuata, on s'arrangera au préalable avec la pension de famille choisie pour discuter des modalités et du prix de la course aller-retour entre Tahuata et Hiva Oa. Le canal dit du Bordelais qui est emprunté par les bateaux peut être extrêmement agité par des courants violents et rallonger un peu la course. (Petite digression sur ce fameux canal du Bordelais... Qui est donc ce Bordelais ? Un certain Joseph Capri ( ou Kabri ou Kabris ), originaire de Bordeaux même, initialement matelot de son état sur un bâtiment baleinier qui fait naufrage sur la côte de Nuku Hiva. Kabri , capturé par les guerriers du roi anthropophage de NH, s'apprête à mourir et à finir rôti à la broche, mais est sauvé in extremis par la fille du roi qui demande sa grâce. Celle-ci est accordée, il épouse la belle dans la foulée, le roi tatoue son gendre lui-même, lui offre des parures en tapa et mousse et le nomme grand juge du pays. Il tue, torture, garrotte, découpe en morceaux. Il pacifie à sa manière ! La vie est douce et belle, il a six enfants de sa princesse marquisienne ... Et puis un jour où il sommeille dans la nature, il est kidnappé par le navigateur russe Krunsenstern qui, à coups de knout, le ramène au navire puis à St Petersbourg pour y être interrogé et jugé. Kabri parvient à s' échapper vers Paris, demande à rencontrer Louis XVIII qu'il traite comme son cousin. Ce dernier - contre toute attente - le reçoit et lui donne un peu d'argent, mais la chance a définitivement tourné pour Kabri qui se retrouve à Valenciennes, gagnant son pain comme bête de foire. Il mourra à 42 ans, épuisé et sans avoir pu repartir vers son île marquisienne et vers sa famille nombreuse. Les autorités lui éviteront post mortem l' infamie d'une exhumation et d'un empaillage, son tatouage corporel et facial ayant conquis un amateur !!!
JB Kabri le Tatoué, dessin publié dans le livre de Von LangsdorffRetour à Tahuata... L' île n'est entourée que partiellement de récifs coralliens ( comme Mangareva aux îles Gambier ) , et est agrémentée de magnifiques plages de sable blanc, en particulier celle de Hanamoenoa. Avec ses versants escarpés se terminant en falaises, des vallées étroites et profondes ouvrant sur des baies échancrées à la végétation dense telles celles jumelles de Iva Iva Nui et de Iva Iva Iti, Tahuata surprend et attire. ' C'est une des rares fois où j' eus le désir de posséder de la terre ', écrivit en son temps le navigateur Alain Gerbault, conquis par une île qu'il qualifiait d'enchanteresse. Son relief est très accidenté et les communications terrestres - sur des pistes improbables - entre les vallées sont difficiles. L' île culmine au Mont Tumu-Mea-Ufa à 1050 m. Sa superficie est de 60 km2, avec une population de 650 à 700 habitants environ. L' île comporte 4 villages : Vaitahu, petit port historique, avec son église aux murs de galets et un magnifique vitrail, son musée d'art et d'histoire, et sa proximité avec des sites archéologiques; Hapatoni, autre village avec sa voie pavée ou ' allée de la reine ', construite sur ordre de la reine Vaekehu II au 19ème siècle, bordée d'arbres centenaires de tamanu plantés par les anciens , et ses ' me'ae ' ( ou ' marae ' en tahitien). Egalement Motopu et Hanatetena, deux plus petits villages. Il y a d'autres chemins pavés dans l' île, à Hapatoni en particulier, et des pétroglyphes à Hanatahua. On peut donc passer plus d'une journée à Tahuata, y séjourner dans l' une de ses pensions. Les chemins et pistes de l' île se prêtent parfaitement à la randonnée pédestre.
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Plusieurs édifices du village de Vaitahu commémorent un passé souvent tragique. On peut y voir les trois stèles érigées en souvenir de l' arrivée des Espagnols en 1595, puis de celle de militaires français en 1838 et enfin de la prise de possession de l' archipel par l' amiral Abel Dupetit-Thouars en 1842. Alvaro de Mendaña y Neira jeta l' ancre à Vaitahu en 1595, un premier contact avec ceux que l' on appelait à l' époque dans les mers du Sud et ailleurs ' les naturels ' qui tourna rapidement au massacre par les soldats espagnols de 200 villageois, guerriers et civils mélangés. On peut comprendre, dans ce contexte, que l' arrivée d'Occidentaux au 18ème siècle et au début du 19ème siècle ait suscité beaucoup de méfiance, d'animosité et d'hostilité de la part des habitants de Tahuata, et des autres îles également. Les premières tentatives d' évangélisation protestante d'abord en 1797 puis catholique en 1839 se soldèrent par un échec retentissant ( le gouvernement français avait l' habitude d'envoyer les missionnaires en éclaireurs afin de tâter le terrain.. ). Le religieux ayant failli à sa mission, il restait donc le politique et le militaire : l' expédition Dupetit-Thouars arrive en vue de Tahuata mi - avril 1842. Les Français sont dans un premier temps plutôt bien reçus par le chef / roi Iotete qui a récemment subi la pression de la marine américaine et qui se dit que la France le protégera. On attribue donc un terrain en hauteur aux Français pour la construction d'un fortin et d'une garnison. Dupetit-Thouars veut aller vite et propose à Iotete de se mettre sous la protection du roi de France, Louis-Philippe. Iotete accepte et, le 1er mai, est organisée une cérémonie pour la prise de possession officielle des îles Sud de l' archipel des Marquises - et par extension de tout l' archipel - par la France en présence des missionnaires et du neveu de Iotete, Maheono, également chef de Hanatetena. Et puis rapidement, un malaise grandissant s'installe, l' ambiance se dégrade, Iotete devient peu accommodant et versatile, ne supportant pas de se voir privé de son autorité de chef incontesté. Il fugue dans la montagne, organise la résistance aux Français que l' on vient pourtant de fêter, et finit par assiéger le fortin à moitié achevé avec ses guerriers. Résultat : des morts et des blessés des deux côtés et un chaos inattendu. Après palabres et promesses, l' amiral, fidèle à sa stratégie initiale, convainc Iotete - contacté et ramené à la raison par son neveu - de revenir à la table des négociations, et les termes d' une paix durable sont établis définitivement. Iotete a tenté de lutter mais a perdu et la guerre et son pouvoir, son ' mana '. Il mourra l' année suivante, une fin triste et sans avenir pour un chef qui ne sera pas élevé au rang de dieu le jour de ses funérailles.
Prise de possession officielle de Tahuata
De g. à d. : Maheono, Iotete ( en habit militaire d'apparat à galons d'or époque Louis XV ), le père Baudichon, Abel Dupetit-Thouars
Iotete le 1er Mais 1842 ( portrait par Max Radiguet )
Iotete le 1er mai 1842 ( portrait par Max Radiguet )
Maheono, neveu de Iotete et son saisissant tatouage facial
Guerriers marquisiens 19ème siècleL' amiral repart bientôt sur son navire La Reine Blanche vers Tahiti où il va obtenir le 9 septembre 1842 de la reine Pomaré IV son acceptation formelle de placer son île sous protectorat français. C' est ainsi que Les Marquises alias La Terre des Hommes ( ou Te Fenua Enata en marquisien ) devient la première colonie française dans le Pacifique Sud un peu avant Tahiti.
FAUNE ET FLORE Depuis sa disparition de Hiva Oa, suite à l' introduction malheureuse d'un rapace nocturne, le grand-duc de Virginie ( ou Bubo Virginiasus en latin ), la seule population survivante de ' pahi ' ou martin-chasseur des Marquises, vit à Tahuata, en grand danger d'extinction, car en déclin lent mais constant. il ne resterait que 300 individus au mieux. La destruction du grand-duc est autorisée à cause de son impact fatal sur la faune aviaire locale. Des excursions à pied et à cheval, en excursion à la demi-journée ou à la journée entière, à la découverte du ' pahi ' sont possibles. Contacter le comité de tourisme de Tahuata.
ACTIVITES TRADITIONNELLES
Il y a à Tahuata plusieurs centres d'artisanat et ce dernier est le plus réputé des Marquises, en particulier pour la sculpture sur os. Dans l' île, on est souvent sculpteur de père en fils; les hommes travaillent le bois de rose, l' os de cheval, de chèvre et de mouton et le rostre d'espadon. Dans la vallée d'Hapatoni, ce sont surtout d' expertes sculptrices qui sont à l' oeuvre, souvent depuis des années. Au travail de l' os ou du rostre d'espadon, elles ajoutent la confection de bijoux originaux. La culture du coprah est bien présente à Tahuata et permet aux agriculteurs de gagner un revenu fixe. Les cultures vivrières et les récoltes d'agrumes tels les pamplemousses, très réputés permettent l' autosuffisance alimentaire des habitants de l' île et un peu d'exportation vers le marché et les supermarchés de Papeete ( via la diaspora marquisienne installée à Tahiti ). Pêche et chasse participent également, pleinement, de ce désir d'autosuffisance. La nature est généreuse et tout pousse à profusion et l' on vit simplement mais plutôt bien à Tahuata comme ailleurs aux Marquises, d'autant que désormais, les cargos mixtes apportent régulièrement de Tahiti ce qui manque aux îliens.
Fatu Iva L' île de tous les superlatifs / L'île érotique


Guerrier marquisien tatoué originaire de Fatu Iva 19ème siècle On notera sur sa poitrine les motifs reconstitués d'une tête de tiki, que l' on retrouve aussi sur la crosse du casse-tête ( ou ' u'u ' en marquisien ), arme réservée au guerrier. Cette tête est supposée augmenter le ' mana ' ( alias la puissance ), les yeux en amande évoquent cette puissance surnaturelle tandis que la bouche étirée où apparaissent parfois langue et dents, est censée défier l' adversaire.
SELON LA LEGENDE Dans la légende de la construction de l' archipel des Marquises, selon laquelle chaque île est partie intégrante de la Maison des Dieux, Fatu Iva représente la toiture faite de 9 ( Iva ) tresses ( Fatu ) de feuilles de palmier. Elle s'est aussi appelée Santa Magdalena, nom donné par Alvaro de Mendaña en l' honneur de la sainte du même nom.
UN PEU DE GEOGRAPHIE Fatu Iva est une île située à 75 kms de Hiva Oa, d'une superficie de 84 km2. Longue de 10 kilomètres et large de 4, elle a la forme d'un croissant ou d'un haricot. Elle culmine au Mont Touaouoho à 960 mètres et héberge une population d'environ 600 habitants. C' est l' île la plus australe de l' archipel, la plus isolée aussi car il est impossible d'y construire un aéroport en raison du relief accidenté ou même un aérodrome comme à Ua Pou par exemple. C' est aussi la plus pluvieuse, étant la plus proche du tropique du Capricorne. Les pluies étant abondantes, l' île est recouverte d'une végétation luxuriante en particulier en son centre où prospère une forêt primaire tropicale dense. C' est aussi l'île la plus sauvage et la plus spectaculaire de l' archipel. Géologiquement parlant, elle est constituée de deux caldeiras volcaniques enchâssées l' une dans l' autre. La première date de 2 millions d'années environ, la seconde, deux fois plus petite est née d'une énorme éruption, comme en témoignent les massives chandelles basaltiques qui montent au ciel tout autour de la baie de Hanavave, dite baie des Vierges. Initialement appelée baie des Verges par les Marquisiens, elle a été rebaptisée par de pudibonds missionnaires, effarouchés par l' imagerie locale et ses sous-entendus. Fatu Iva n' a que deux villages situées chacun sur le bord extérieur des deux caldeiras : Hanavave aux colonnes basaltiques et Omoa, chef-lieu de l' île , village surplombé par un piton rocheux qui surprend par son profil rappelant la tête d'un moai de l' île de Pâques.
UN PEU D'HISTOIRE Comme les autres îles de l' archipel, Fatu Iva fut initialement peuplée par des Polynésiens venus de l' ouest. Les rivalités entre tribus étaient au départ incessantes et donnèrent lieu à des batailles sanglantes. C' est en juillet 1595 que l'île - tout comme celle de Tahuata - fut abordée pour la première fois par un occidental, le navigateur espagnol Alvaro de Mendaña de Neira , le premier du genre à avoir établi des contacts avec des populations polynésiennes. Mais il n' y débarqua pas. Il crût tout d'abord avoir découvert les Iles Salomon, le but ultime de son voyage, mais se rendit rapidement compte qu' il avait découvert une nouvelle terre dans un archipel d' îles auxquelles il donna le nom de ' Marquesas de Mendoza ' pour remercier le Vice-Roi du Pérou - alias Garcia Hurtado de Mendoza y Maurique, IV marquis de Cañete - qui l' avait aidé à monter et financer son expédition, et pour honorer en même temps son épouse et ses filles. En 1935, l' anthropologue norvégien Thor Heyerdahl - et futur aventurier du Kon Tiki - aborda Fatu Iva avec l' idée bien ancrée d' en faire son éden. Il y vécut un an avec sa femme, d'abord à Omoa, puis à Ouia, une vallée inconfortablement située sur la côte au vent et désormais retournée à l' état naturel, ayant été abandonnée par ses quelques habitants. Heyerdahl avait à l' époque avancé l' hypothèse erronée que les Maori descendaient des Indiens d'Amérique du Sud alors qu'ils sont originellement arrivés en pirogue de l' Asie du Sud-Est, et plus particulièrement de Taïwan. ( Je vous renvoie à mon carnet sur Taïwan où j' aborde ce sujet )
De 1960 à 1966, une majorité d'hommes de Fatu Iva partirent travailler au CEP de Mururoa, participant ainsi de l' émigration économique ayant commencé à l' époque, et s'étant poursuivie jusqu'à nos jours, les perspectives en termes d' emploi étant plus que limitées si l' on ne veut pas rester ou devenir agriculteur ou coprahculteur comme ses parents ou grands-parents.
FAUNE ET FLORE L' île est une terre d'abondance pour les agrumes, les fruits en général et les fleurs... Tout pousse ou presque. Elle possède une espèce endémique très menacée aujourd'hui : le Monarque ( ou oma'o ke'eke'e en marquisien ', dont il ne restait il y a peu que 6 couples au monde ! Le rat noir et le chat haret ont littéralement décimé cette espèce, dévorant oeufs, oisillons et même femelles en couvaison. Un programme de sauvegarde de l' espèce a été mis en place, avec des résultats encourageants, le nombre de couples ayant augmenté ces dernières années.
ECONOMIE L' île est ravitaillée uniquement par bateau. Une unique route partiellement bétonnée des deux côtés, et partiellement à l' état de piste, et longue de 17 kilomètres relie les deux villages. On peut également aller d'un village à l' autre par la mer en un quart d'heure de navigation. Le secteur primaire prévaut à Fatu Iva, en particulier la culture du coprah, et puis la pêche au thon, à l' espadon et au thazard. On y a cultivé le noni à outrance à une certaine époque mais celle-ci est un peu révolue, les bienfaits miraculeux du noni n' ayant pas vraiment été prouvés scientifiquement. Comme à Rurutu, on a abandonné la culture du café qui était pourtant prometteuse il y a une quarantaine d'années. En revanche, on trouve davantage de vergers et des vanillières. La chasse aux cochons et aux chèvres permet l' auto-suffisance en viande quand le ravitaillement venu de Tahiti vient à manquer ou arrive irrégulièrement. L' artisanat s'est développé grâce au tourisme et aux expositions semestrielles organisées à Papeete. La spécialité - principalement féminine - de Fatu Iva est le tapa dont les dessins s'inspirent des anciens tatouages marquisiens. La sculpture sur bois ou os ou noix de coco est plutôt réservée aux hommes, nourrie des anciennes figures et des symboles centenaires : tikis sculptés en bois de rose ou en bois noir, casse-tête, plats de présentation.
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Il est grand temps de rallumer les étoiles! English translation pending
Bonjour à tous
Le Vietnam pays magique multiculturel aux paysages diversifiés et époustouflants. Voilà ce que je vous invite à partager sans aborder s'il vous plaît ce qui aujourd'hui empêche la planète de vivre... Essayons d'être constructifs et positivons! Il est grand temps de rallumer les étoiles!
Pour commencer avec légèreté: La médecine des Dao, le bain aux herbes. C'est un moment délicieux après une journée de marche et de visites rien de tel pour vous requinquer! Ce bain est très souvent proposé aux touristes dans le nord, spécialité de l'ethnie Dao il est "accommodé" dans plusieurs maisons d'hôtes et hôtels aux besoins des touristes.
Traditionnellement les recettes sont destinées à chaque cas et en fonction de la pathologie: femmes enceintes ou qui viennent d'accoucher, nouveau-nés, malades, vieillards…les herbes seront donc choisies en fonction des besoins et du type de médication (orale, en bain, en emplâtre...). C'est dès l'aube que les femmes, les hommes, les chamanes iront cueillir ces plantes, racines et écorces dans la forêt, le tout sera combiné à un régime adapté (on ne mange pas de tout..) et souvent suivi d'un massage spécifique.
Nous en avons testé plusieurs à plusieurs endroits mais celui de la chamane Dao d'un petit village au nord de Muong Lay restera sans doute le plus authentique et le plus insolite.. On nous prend en main dès notre arrivée dans la maison de la chamane. Elle y vit avec sa fille et son gendre... Maison, je devrai plus dire assemblage de planches et de tôles et quand on connaît les rigueurs de l'hivers on peut rêver mieux. La pièce principale est bourrée de pots en tout genre remplis de décoctions plus ou moins troubles...ces sont les médications à avaler, beurk.. Il y a aussi de gros sacs (plastique) d'herbes, de racines, d'écorces, un vrai magasin d'herboriste (l'ordre et la propreté en moins) sans oublier bien sur l'hôtel des ancêtres. Derrière des rideaux, les couches des habitants, nous ne dormirons pas là, ouf.. Puis attenantes, les deux salles des bains avec 2 baquets chacune et entre les deux sous une pergola un énorme foyer construit en ciment surmonté d'une aussi énorme bassine où l'eau et les herbes "cuisent" jusqu'à parfois 12 heures...c'est là que l'on fait aussi cuire la soupe des cochons... Le feu est alimenté de poupée de maïs et de bois. C'est dans ces baquets que nous tromperont plus ou moins longtemps...le temps de "cuisson" est décidé par la chamane en fonction de chacun, jamais plus de 30 mm...et les herbes qui seront rajoutée dans les baquets seront aussi choisies en fonction de chaque "malade". C'est très très chaud, il faut vraiment se faire violence pour entrer là dedans et c'est sans compter qu'une fois immergés la dame ajoute de l'eau chaude bien sur...ouille. Une fois "les touristes bien cuits" on nous sort de là, inutile de préciser que nous ressemblons plus à des homards qu'à des visages pâles... Après cuisson, nous serons conduits ensuite vers le silo à grains, où une pièce spéciale massage à été aménagée à son top, on l'atteint via une échelle de bois...au sol deux couches. Ici commence le moment le plus douloureux de tous les massages faits au Vietnam par le gendre et la fille de la maison.. Pas de douces caresses, non, non, mais un pétrissage et un battage en bonne et due forme suivis de torsion, j'ai cru ma dernière heure arrivée... Pour clore la séance nous dînerons chez la chamane d'un souper spécial, la couleur des mets est importante, nous ne mangerons que du blanc et du vert....des légumes et des herbes inconnues de nous et un peu de poulet bouilli, élastique à souhait, sans doute celui que nous avons croisé sur le chemin en arrivant et des petits poissons frits (très bons). C'est sans conteste le meilleur soin reçu au Vietnam si l'on fait abstraction de la propreté des lieux, des serviettes (surtout apporter les siennes) et des moments douloureux.
Le Vietnam pays magique multiculturel aux paysages diversifiés et époustouflants. Voilà ce que je vous invite à partager sans aborder s'il vous plaît ce qui aujourd'hui empêche la planète de vivre... Essayons d'être constructifs et positivons! Il est grand temps de rallumer les étoiles!
Pour commencer avec légèreté: La médecine des Dao, le bain aux herbes. C'est un moment délicieux après une journée de marche et de visites rien de tel pour vous requinquer! Ce bain est très souvent proposé aux touristes dans le nord, spécialité de l'ethnie Dao il est "accommodé" dans plusieurs maisons d'hôtes et hôtels aux besoins des touristes.
Traditionnellement les recettes sont destinées à chaque cas et en fonction de la pathologie: femmes enceintes ou qui viennent d'accoucher, nouveau-nés, malades, vieillards…les herbes seront donc choisies en fonction des besoins et du type de médication (orale, en bain, en emplâtre...). C'est dès l'aube que les femmes, les hommes, les chamanes iront cueillir ces plantes, racines et écorces dans la forêt, le tout sera combiné à un régime adapté (on ne mange pas de tout..) et souvent suivi d'un massage spécifique.
Nous en avons testé plusieurs à plusieurs endroits mais celui de la chamane Dao d'un petit village au nord de Muong Lay restera sans doute le plus authentique et le plus insolite.. On nous prend en main dès notre arrivée dans la maison de la chamane. Elle y vit avec sa fille et son gendre... Maison, je devrai plus dire assemblage de planches et de tôles et quand on connaît les rigueurs de l'hivers on peut rêver mieux. La pièce principale est bourrée de pots en tout genre remplis de décoctions plus ou moins troubles...ces sont les médications à avaler, beurk.. Il y a aussi de gros sacs (plastique) d'herbes, de racines, d'écorces, un vrai magasin d'herboriste (l'ordre et la propreté en moins) sans oublier bien sur l'hôtel des ancêtres. Derrière des rideaux, les couches des habitants, nous ne dormirons pas là, ouf.. Puis attenantes, les deux salles des bains avec 2 baquets chacune et entre les deux sous une pergola un énorme foyer construit en ciment surmonté d'une aussi énorme bassine où l'eau et les herbes "cuisent" jusqu'à parfois 12 heures...c'est là que l'on fait aussi cuire la soupe des cochons... Le feu est alimenté de poupée de maïs et de bois. C'est dans ces baquets que nous tromperont plus ou moins longtemps...le temps de "cuisson" est décidé par la chamane en fonction de chacun, jamais plus de 30 mm...et les herbes qui seront rajoutée dans les baquets seront aussi choisies en fonction de chaque "malade". C'est très très chaud, il faut vraiment se faire violence pour entrer là dedans et c'est sans compter qu'une fois immergés la dame ajoute de l'eau chaude bien sur...ouille. Une fois "les touristes bien cuits" on nous sort de là, inutile de préciser que nous ressemblons plus à des homards qu'à des visages pâles... Après cuisson, nous serons conduits ensuite vers le silo à grains, où une pièce spéciale massage à été aménagée à son top, on l'atteint via une échelle de bois...au sol deux couches. Ici commence le moment le plus douloureux de tous les massages faits au Vietnam par le gendre et la fille de la maison.. Pas de douces caresses, non, non, mais un pétrissage et un battage en bonne et due forme suivis de torsion, j'ai cru ma dernière heure arrivée... Pour clore la séance nous dînerons chez la chamane d'un souper spécial, la couleur des mets est importante, nous ne mangerons que du blanc et du vert....des légumes et des herbes inconnues de nous et un peu de poulet bouilli, élastique à souhait, sans doute celui que nous avons croisé sur le chemin en arrivant et des petits poissons frits (très bons). C'est sans conteste le meilleur soin reçu au Vietnam si l'on fait abstraction de la propreté des lieux, des serviettes (surtout apporter les siennes) et des moments douloureux.