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bonjour, mon copain et moi cherchons une destination pour fin decembre. nous partirions pour un peu plus de deux semaines. le nicaragua est-il un bon endroit pour un voyage style sac-a-dos, est-ce possible de voir et faire plusieurs choses pour pas cher puisque notre budget est assez limité, le cout de la vie est-il élevé là-bas(en canadien si possible), et finalement le nicaragua vaut-il la peine?? nous avons fait un voyage du meme style mais au costa rica MERCI

Bonjour,

Je compte passer la frontière Kenya-Ethiopie vers Sept. 2006. Elle est réputée dangereuse donc j'aimerais savoir comment s'organisent les convois, à quelle fréquence etc...?

Merci

Moi et mon conjoint sommes à la recerche de gens qui se sont établis au Costa Rica et qui y résident à l'année. Nous voulons savoir quels sont les meilleurs endroits, les différentes règles à repecter et quelques trucs et conseils. De plus, nous hésitons entre y aller en voiture à partir du Canada avec notre chien, ou bien de prendre l'avion et de louer une voiture rendus là... Merci à tous!

Hello!

Je ne trouve plus l'adresse donné par un internaute sur une agence de location de voiture bien et pas trop cher... Si quelqu'un a des tuyaux et des expériences:je prends!

Suri J-2!😛

Coucou! Ma cousine et moi, au printemps prochain, on aimerais bien partir faire notre premier vrai voyage. On aimerais bien aller dans un endroit pas trop chère, ayant une culture assez riche, qui nous dépayserais totalement de notre belle province. En même temps desfois j'ai envie d'un tout-inclus ou je n'aurai pas à m'occuper de rien...et de l'autre coté j'ai pas plus envie de faire les touristes...j'ai envie de voir des visages différents, de manger de la bouffe du pays.. de connaitre ces gens.

Alors pouvez vous m'aider?? Je n'ai aucune idée ou aller!!

😉 Salut les voyageurs de tous horizons ! Je projette de partir début octobre visiter la côte Amalfitaine en débutant par la célèbre ville de Naples jusqu'à Salerne via Sorrente, Positano, Ravello... Pouvez-vous m'indiquer un hôtel pas trop cher vers Pompéi. Je voudrais y séjourner une nuit. Pouvez-vous me renseigner aussi sur les endroits les plus beaux à visiter. Merci. 😛

salut,

pourriez-vous nous donner quelques idées pour les traditionnels souvenirs à la famille.😉 merci d'avance largo

Bonjour,

Nous pensons partir 2 mois début 2006 et parcourir le Mexique jusqu'au Costa Rica avec nos deux enfants de 4 1/2 ans et de 2 ans. Est-il possible d'acheter une voiture au Mexique et de la revendre au Costa Rica? Est-ce très cher, compliqué, risqué ? Serait-il préférable de prendre les transports publics?

Merci de vos conseils et expérience!🙂

Avez vous une jolie adresse avec plein de verdure, bungalows ou autre, sympa et pas trop chère sur le pacifique, et éventuellement vers Manuel Antonio, près d'une très jolie plage. et même ailleurs, si vous connaissez un lieu magique! merci+++

Bonjour, j'envisage de partir plusieurs mois à Toronto, donc si vous avez des avis, de témoignages, des photos, des sites, sur Toronto, n'hésitez pas, ce serait cool.

Merci.

Je voudrais savoir si l'hotel Brisas del caribe est un bon choix. Y a t-il quelqu'un qui vient d'y aller. Les autres forum datent de l, année 2004.

Merci

Urgent besoin de savoir info négatif ou positif sur Iberostar Bella Costa. Je dois réserver d'ici 24 hr. longue histoire mais j'hésite. Je connais la chaine Iberostar ... j'aimerais savoir si a cette hotel il y a de l'animation, bouffe, chambre, plage etc... si vous avez des photos ce serait apprécié...merci de me répondre vite! dudujan

Bonjour,

Nous sommes un couple dans la trentaine (pas à la retraite encore!) et habitons à québec. Nous voulons faire un voyage de reconnaissance en amérique centrale dans le but de choisir un pays pour y vivre de façon permanente.

Je sais que tous les gens ont leurs goûts, leurs habitudes, etc....mais peut-être pouvez-vous nous aider à effectuer un choix. Nous sommes des gens de plein air, amoureux de la nature. Nous n'aimons pas trop la ville et les endroits touristiques nous font fuir!

Nous désirons donc trouver un petit endroit paisible dans la nature, plus précisement en montagne (car la chaleur, on ne supporte pas trop bien), pas loin d'un plan d'eau (lac ou rivière) non pollué et là ou il ne pleut pas 24/24 7/7. Nous pensons peut-être louer une maison au départ, puis construire par la suite.

Nous avons regardé beaucoup l'équateur mais étant donné les dernières mauvaises nouvelles concernant ce pays, nous commençons tranquillement à abandonner cette idée.

Notre voyage de reconnaissance se fera fin juillet- aout, je sais que c'est la saison des pluies au costa rica, mais lorsqu'on parle de la pluie, est-ce tous les jours de façon ininterrompu?

Nos questions sont d'ordre de coût de la vie, de sécurité et d'activités possibles à faire.

Concernant le travail, nous ne recherchons pas à travailler ou à prendre les jobs des ticos.

Merci à l'avance de tous vos commentaires, opinions ou suggestions.

Bonjour! 😎

Quelqu'un peut-il me donner des renseignements sur les possibilités de visiter ( réglementairement)quelques uns des sites TAïNO dans le Parc National del Este, au départ de Bayahibe? Des agences locales sont-elles habilitées à délivrer lesautorisations de visite et à guider des touristes vers ces sites théoriquement nombreux, mais tout aussi théoriquement -et à juste titre- protégés.

Merci déjà pour vos renseignements.

Bonjour,

j'ai l'intention de passer 1 semaine en Ecosse début septembre et de visiter le pays en voiture de location. Je pense atterir à Edinburgh. En une semaine, pensez-vous que j'ai assez de temps pour visiter les Highlands et Inverness ? ou dois-je choisir entre le nord et le sud ? Pour les logements : trouve-t-on facilement un logement sans réservation préalable (surtout hors des grandes villes) ?

Merci pour vos infos et suggestions.🙂

Alya

Bonjour,

J'aimerais savoir qui part cet été (en juillet) et pour où ? Y allez-vous en famille ?

J'ai hâte de vous lire.

bonjour à tous ! voilà enfin mon compte rendu sur mon séjour du 17/02 au 23/02, j'étais pas encore descendu de mon nuage et la dure réalité de la vie hyper active m'a rattrapé ! 😕

Donc départ avec Corsair le 16 d'orly à 18h30 sans retard tout va bien, en plus de çà il y avait des places en grand large de libre et nous avons été choisi au hazard avec 2 ou 3 autre couple, le top pour notre voyage de noces ! Après quelque petits soucis (voir compte rendu de biloba que j'embrasse fort au passage) nous arrivons avec 1 heure de retard, puis nous prenons le bus pendant près de 5 heures (la différence est plutot rude après la premiere classe 😕 !)

Arrivé à notre hotel vers 6 heures du mat, nous découvrons notre magnifique chambre dans un bungalow superbe, nous deplions nos affaires et nous allons faire notre premiere visite de la playa bonita qui je le rappele porte très bien son nom, le jour s'est levé, nous parlons peu et admirons le spectacle avec une certaine émotion

L'hotel : chambre superbe, resto très très bon même pour la carte de demi-pension, le personnel très agréable toujours souriant, les jardins sont super agréable et très bien entretenu, la piscine est toujours très propre, rien à redire du coté de l'hotel ....

Les excursions : nous avons fait le parc national los haitises : nous avons appris pas mal de choses sur les tainos et en avont pris plein les yeux, la faune et la flore sont riche, nous avons pris le dejeuner sur une plage complètement deserte (çà change du cayo leventado!)

la cascade d'el limon: nous sommes arrivé chez santi et 10mn après nous avions nos chevaux de près, la montée est assez chaotique (pourtant j'ai eu des chevaux et je montais à une époque assez régulièrement) a mon avis je ne ferai pas faire cela à un enfant enfin bref ..., mais lorsque nous sommes arrivé tous les 3 (nous + notre guide) en haut une superbe vue de cette foret tropicale très dense à couper le souffle puis ensuite la vue au loin de la cascade, nous avons posé les chevaus et sommes descendu voir la cascade de plus près, un peu de monde alors sommes reparti 15 minutes après, chemin inverse et repas chez santi compris avec l'excursion, je ne regrette rien dans tous les cas sauf peut etre les chevausx qui font un pitié et qui sont un peu mal traiter non pas par le guide (à pied) mais par le chemin caillouteux et très glissant

et bien sur les baleines : spectacle innoubliable et avec tant d'émotions !!!!!!!!! nous avons suivi durant 2 heures un groupe de 5 baleines (1 femelle et 5 males) elles sortaient sans cesse nous savions pas ou donner de la tete, elles ne restaient jamais plus de 5 à 6 minutes sous l'eau, notre guide bernard de l'association de Kim Beddall, lui meme s'est pris au jeu il ne voulait plus partir et comme il n'y avait pas d'autre bateau nous avons pu rester plus que prévu, en tout cas il connait a fond le sujet et il est très très gentil

dans tous les cas si quelqu'un veut de plus ample renseignements sur une de ces excursions n'esitaient pas je suis à votre disposition !

Las terrenas : moi j'ai bien aimé çà a son charme ! A part peut etre la pollution dans la rue principal !! Mais sinon j'ai adoré la motoconcho à trois (notre taxi pour la semaine s'appelais Luis), la guagua, les petites rues en terre batues, le village pecheurs ... Seule chose qui ne m'a pas plu ce sont certaines personnes en quads sur la plage alors que c'est interdit et bien sur à fond, d'ailleurs dans les rues également et ce ne sont les locaux !!!! et puis beaucoup de constructions nouvelles bien evidemment et sans aucun charme à mon gout !

Départ de l'hotel le 23 à 17h 5 heures de bus qui était en panne toutes les 1/2 heure, arrivé puerto plata pas de retard non plus pour le retourd embarquement 1h25 du mat mais en seconde ce coup si pas grave du tout !!!

j'arrete là car je crois que je pourrais en parler encore longtemps !! et j'ai du en oublier

Bref voyage très positif, enrichissant, magnifique et à refaire

si besoin d'en savoir plus, contactez moi je me ferrais un plaisir de vous répondre 😉😉

a bientot !

Bonjour je suis nouveau et j'ai un nouveau projet. Je suis passioné par les fourgons campingcar et les voyages.. apres avoir aménagé un transporteur, un merco 508D et un 609D ( PL). je souhaite faire monter une cellule sur un PL 4x4.. Ma question est la suivante: pensez-vous qu'une cellule type frigo, récupéreée sur un camion frigo, puisse faire l'affaire. J'ai bien en tete que celle-ci devra subir des contraintes mecaniques importantes, mais sera t'elle assez solide? merci de vos reponses😉

Bonjour

Nous partons en avril pour Varadero. Nous sommes a la recherche d'un hotel ou l'ont peut avoir du plaisir et fêter tard ( pour ma fête ).......Notre agent de voyage m'a recommendé 3 hotels : Beaches Varadero, Iberostar Varadero et Breezes Varadero. Est ce qu'il y a des gens qui pourraient m'informer sur ces hotels.

Merci les amis

Bonjour je part pour San Andres dans la semaine du 23 Janvier 2005 pour une semaine j'aimerais savoir ce que l'on peut faire et ne pas faire, la-bas, premiere visite et je ne veut pas de pepin!

Merci d'avance

Norm42

Les billets d'avion acheté, la voiture loué, il me reste simplement à réserver un hôtel, dans le gros luxe et dans un ambiance remarquable, près de la mer, pour passer les premiers jours et faire la fête.Pour ensuite partir à l'aventure et dormir dans des endroits beaucoup plus modeste(pendant 12 jours).Alors je solicite votre aide pour trouver L'hôtel en question ou je suis sûr de pas me tromper.Et si vous avez des endroits pour mon périple de 12 jours à me sugérer Je suis fortement à l, écoute (endroit pour dormir, resto, endroit a visiter, itinéraire...)

MERCI !!! Bien a vous Jean-MARC...Vive le Costa rica !!!

Bonjour, Je voudrais savoir si il vaut mieux emporter des euros ou des dollars au Perou ? Les guides de voyages indiquent que le dollars est plus accepte mais peut etre cela a t'il change ? Merci par avance pour vos reponses !🙂 Emilie

Bonjour à vous tous,

Besoin urgent de renseignements sur les hôtel Iberostar à Varadero je pense qu'il y en a 3

Info sur nourriture, restaurant, ambiance, plage j'aimerais avoir des infos sur les 3 hôtel si possible.

Un gros merci à l'avance.

Christiane

Salut tout le monde.

Je suis en train de me demander 🤪 où je vais partir dans 3 mois et donc j'ai eu une petite lueure 😎 pour le Costa Rica.

Est-il facile d'y barouder 🏴‍☠️ ?

Racontez-moi votre émerveillement 😎 . Quels endroits vous ont marqué ? Et dites moi tout ce que vous avez envie de me dire sur ce pays... même les cotés noirs 😠 . C'est toujours intéressant et c'est ce qui fait un pays a part entiere.

MERCI 😛

Bonjour,

Actuellement en voyage de plusieurs mois en Amerique centrale, nous envisageons de passer les fetes de fin d annee sur la cote pacifique du Costa Rica. Pour l occasion, nous souhaiterions trouver un ou hotel sympa et un peu plus "luxueux" que les hotels routards ou nous allons d habitude.

Avez vous des bons plans a ce sujet, sachant que Decembre est haute saison? Merci

Re-Salut!

J'avais aussi une autre question... Encore concernant Varadero, Cuba. J'ai fait des recherches sur les hôtels à Varadero mais je ne sais pas sur lequel arrêter mon choix. J'ai entendu dire qu'à Cuba si tu veux bien manger tu dois choisir au moins un 4½ étoiles. Moi j'ai comme seule référence le El Senador à Cayo Coco où la nourriture était vraiment excellente! À Varadero j'ai noté quelques hôtels qui semblaient intéressants Melia Varadero (semble vraiment bien), Sol Palmeras, Sol Sirenas Coral, Iberostar Tainos, Superclub Breezes, LTI Resort.

Est-ce que quelqu'un pourrait me faire des commentaires sur ces hôtels côté BOUFFE surtout, et aussi sur la plage, l'hôtel, les chambres, le service....?

Merci !

Introduction: For years, I’ve heard about Costa Rica, which seems like a country "made for me"—nature, not cities. I almost went in 2019, but a family issue made me cancel. Initially, I wanted to spend at least three weeks there, planning to go in our summer despite it being the rainy season. Then I realized what I wanted to do could fit into two weeks, so I ended up going in February. Plus, January’s weather was so awful that some sunshine should do me good. I found a flight at a decent price, but with two downsides. The first is that it leaves from Paris CDG, and the second is that it’s with Air France—a airline I’d sworn off after my misadventures with them back in 2008. We’ll see how it goes!

I got into music with the will To light up many hearths like Che could do, To circulate ideas, to advance utopia Alternating barricades, sharp thought, and poetry. Mc Solaar, Guérilla

Subscribing without a fight to the slightest line of my itinerary sometimes feels like an illusion. Because there are countries where, despite the fever and enthusiasm, despite the triumphant revolution, certain elements block my path. And if I had planned, for F. and me, a beautiful ascent up Tabouret Hill (Loma del Taburete, 453m), it was without accounting for vegetation as dense as it was thorny, which barred our way after just a few quarters of an hour of walking. Exhausted, I had to face the facts: we wouldn’t go any further. I needed to come up with some kind of Plan B.

But what is this country, an unwitting laboratory of the worst that white civilization has done during its reign? What is this magnificent place—yet another—entrusted to the care of oblivion, just 150 km from the land of freedom? According to Donald Trump, a country supporting terrorism; according to the locals, the vast battlefield of 20th-century ideologies; according to the average tourist, a hot country, a beautiful country, a country where the last illusions of a lost paradise are dying.

On the other side of Havana Bay, we love that statue of Christ blessing the city. There’s something gentle, soothing, in that patriarchal gesture. You’d almost be tempted to forget that at the dawn of the 16th century, those who claimed to represent the Church had no scruples about eradicating the Ciboney and Taíno populations. Worse, you’ll find magnificent this cathedral dedicated to the Virgin Mary, right in the heart of the old city. Under the guise of a civilizing necessity, Havana became, like so many other places, the gilded seat of European pretensions, at the expense of local populations doomed to extermination, then enslaved populations—more or less indigenous—who, you can imagine, didn’t often set foot in this holy place.

Lost in my thoughts, I try to push through this tangled vegetation. Nature reclaims its rights; nature abhors a vacuum. Yes, the well-trodden path of revolution couldn’t stay free of weeds! The road is buried. We give up and turn back, until that fork I’d noted before leaving, which would let us reach the top of the hill by skirting its northern slope.

So the white man arrives, settles, and gets rid of everything that bothers him. He has two unstoppable forces at his disposal: gunpowder and the spiritual certainty of being on the side of an all-powerful god. While the first gives him an unmatched material advantage over his new enemy, the second lets him use the first without feeling too guilty. That’s the magic of this supreme Church: it condemns all forms of pleasure—calling them impurity—while promoting plunder and crime under the cover of evangelization.

Walking through the city, you find a bit of Algiers, except that here, the decay is almost irreversible. You feel the splendor of the past, a disconcerting image of all vanity, from an era when men knew how to build beauty—especially if they didn’t have to share it. We’ll debate the benefits of colonialism for a long time, while glossing over the fact that those benefits often stopped at the city limits, limits all too obvious to the indigenous people. Havana isn’t just one or a few buildings; it’s an impressive collection of works of art built one after another, in what I think was a spirit of healthy competition. Yes, you find Algiers in this exuberance. As if these distant cities were the receptacle of everything that was best in the lands of origin. Atlantes and lintels, golds, blues, ogives, and monumental windows—exceptional architecture in an exceptional place.

Some streets are clean, swept with care; others are not, scattered here and there with potholes filled with water. A rather persistent smell of urine invades us regularly. We move on. And we look up: Havana is visited with your nose in the air. Because the beauty is truly up there, on those magnificent balconies and terracotta arches. Also because it’s not impossible that a piece of that balcony might suddenly detach, hurling our ends into an overseas tragedy we’d rather avoid. On the ground, here and there, rubble. Inexorably, this city is returning to dust.

My Plan B turns out to be no more successful than the first attempt. After a cheerful progression of a few hundred meters, same outcome, same struggle—the vegetation opposes any revolution: impossible to go around the hill! Once again, we have to turn back. We’ll try Plan C. I reassure myself by convincing myself to stay in the logic of this country: Cuba has been searching for itself for five centuries.

Coffee, tobacco, and sugarcane—the green gold of the colonies—so that money could flow and Europe could enjoy itself. Cuba’s history isn’t original. In reality, all the hot lands at these latitudes suffer the same fate: to serve the white man. While waiting for the awakening of consciences, UN Resolution 1514 and more or less affirmed revolutionary desires. Except that—and this reflection is just my own—if the awakening of consciences and the revolutionary will don’t play into what Resolution 1514 hides, there’s a good chance the said state will become a pariah. Those who don’t follow the American doctrine risk a lot; those who decide to follow Moscow risk everything. Independence was only the barely discreet instrument of American views. Patrice Lumumba will gladly enlighten us on the subject.

Turning back is good. Setting up Plan C is better. I won’t deviate from my goal: we will reach the top of Tabouret, whatever the cost! Near a small country road, I hesitate to change the program. Time is ticking—is it really reasonable to attempt the ascent? Then a tricycle taxi appears, a kind of tuk-tuk powered by an electric moped. I take it as a sign from fate, and we board for the starting point of Plan C.

In Cuba, even before Resolution 1514, independence was assured by a pawn of the United States, Fulgencio Batista. There’s no need to go over the whole history here; we’ll just remember that if you know how to give without counting to your former masters, you can enjoy a facade of freedom. Fidel Castro, on the other hand, didn’t know how to give. It never even occurred to him. That’s why the United States harbors such terrible hatred for this rebellious state, opposed to capitalist values and political prostitution. From there to slowly killing its people for nearly seventy years, one can legitimately cry injustice. But there are other priorities. Oh yes! Greenland...

Do Cubans eat their fill? Does seeing overweight people mean opulence? Food grows, no doubt about it. The soil is fertile, the climate favorable. No, what shocks here is the absolute precarity, the feeling of a people living in survival mode, and the decay of both goods and hope. Where to go? What’s the point? The stubbornness of the United States in wanting to impose its views on the Cuban government is felt much more by an overwhelmed people than by those few elites—caricatures of communism—who instill their vision of happiness with a crowbar. The embargo imposed in 1960; the false-flag attacks—American planes flying the colors of the Cuban revolution during the Bay of Pigs invasion in 1961—the exasperation of placing Cuba on the list of countries supporting terrorism. More recently, Donald Trump decided to heavily tax countries supplying Cuba with fuel. The last time I saw such long lines near gas stations was during my first trip to Romania... in 1991. It’s not for me to judge whether Raúl and his clique are playing fair by thumbing their noses at the West. I don’t hold the ins and outs of this war of egos that keeps the world’s great powers awake. I only caught a glimpse of the poverty of an island in 2026, while we in Europe are buried under an avalanche of the useless and superficial.

At the start of the San Juan baths, we find the trailhead. It climbs steeply. But the weather is relatively mild, thanks to a cold wave hitting higher up in the United States. Dallas is under snow; we’re walking in 16°C, a stroke of luck. We climb over rocks, under fairly decent vegetation, sometimes low but passable. And we succeed in the ascent in an hour. Up there, the top of the hill is somewhat maintained, at a minimum, but maintained, as if to honor Che through an awful monument erected in his glory—a stubborn specimen from those years when good taste was inversely proportional to the delusional ideas of those being honored. Birds of prey (raptors?) circle overhead; the monument is dying, crumbling, falling into ruin. *Hasta siempre*—forever—will be for the words. Nature, erosion, life itself will have the last word over all revolutions.

Back at the foot of the hill, just before a memorable swim, we talk with a family living there in miserable shacks whose stability wasn’t unlike that of the Leaning Tower of Pisa. The grandmother holds an animal, a rodent, by its feet. The grandfather has just killed it; she’s plucking its fur. A few steps away, water boils in a pot. She plunges the beast into the container. Tonight, the family will eat ragondin stew. Further on, another shack where, in a disorder rivaling the filth, a mother breastfeeds while sitting on the edge of a bed. Then, on the way down, we’ll meet a middle-aged man carrying a large jerrycan of water on his shoulder. Are these people happy here, far from the cities and their stakes? Is it too much to ask that they at least have access to electricity, running water, and decent, safe housing?

Outside the old city, Havana reveals wide avenues serving imposing institutions here and there. But whether in the colorful alleys of the old town or on the majestic and austere Plaza de la Revolución, the same feeling moves me: sadness. Seeing that only chaos has come from ideas crushes me. We praise, we sing the revolution—above all, we impose it in people’s minds as a necessity, when it’s nothing of the sort. Revolution is just the fruit of a few tortured minds who, once in power, do nothing better than all those before them. Enjoy power. Impose their views. It’s just a matter of color. Fidel saw red and knew how to persuade—or silence forever—his many detractors. The West sees everything in white, through the prism of human rights, and also knows how to persuade and silence its slightest detractors forever.

Paradoxically, Cuba survives largely thanks to tourism, a key element—let’s not be afraid to say it—of capitalism. And when a few players pick up the crumbs from transactions, the lion’s share and the foreign currency go to the government. So we won’t go to Varadero, the high place of relaxation overrun by Canadians. Instead, we’ll limit ourselves to crossing the ocean 30 minutes from the capital, at Santa María del Mar, to get an idea of cheaper tourism and to splash around for a few minutes in turquoise water invaded by sargassum. At the heart of the tourist season, we’ll meet few people. Like Havana, and according to its inhabitants, the high season is rather dead. But we won’t have come for nothing: we particularly love this return where, feverish, the taxi driver pushes his Moskvitch 2140 to the max on the highway, singing karaoke versions of hits at the top of his lungs from an onboard DVD player. East/West, the culture clash with a hint of Latino.

It’s time to leave this country of resourcefulness where extremes are very present. We’re leaving a 5-star hotel in front of yet another crumbling building. We’ve known restaurants at 40,000 pesos while in the street people eat for 400. We’ve seen those countless cars from another era and another culture—Pontiac, Lada, Chevrolet, Moskvitch—being overtaken by gleaming Mercedes and other Porsche Cayennes, the prerogative—if it still needed to be demonstrated—of the newly rich in search of recognition. Boarding the plane, we also understand that we’re not just traveling with tourists: there’s undoubtedly a rich and prosperous diaspora, just as there are relatively wealthy Cubans—well, wealthy enough to travel comfortably in the front of the aircraft. Meanwhile, on all the country’s roads, other Cubans try hitchhiking, their wives and children perched on a suitcase by the roadside. The father holds out his arm and holds a few bills in his hand like a card game. Where are they going? Who will pick them up?

Behind me, the gold of the Capitol. I’m told this gold comes from Russia. Like Marx and Lenin’s smoky theories? Like Stalin’s subtle and delicate paternalism? Let’s bet that, like the other buildings crumbling around it, the Capitol will also collapse one day, to avenge the Indians who perished from the diseases and guns of the whites, to avenge the Africans who obliterated their lives so Europeans could enjoy themselves, finally, to avenge all this abandoned people, left to the arbitrariness of democratic or non-democratic elections.

A sign in the street: We understand history. This is the revolution! We understand history. That’s the revolution.

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Hi everyone,

I hesitated for a long time before publishing this travel journal since it’s been 8 months now since I left Nisyros. But in the end, I found it too beautiful to keep quiet about. So here we go—I finally got around to writing it. Nisyros is a stunning little Greek island, and luckily, it’s well hidden. Located a good twenty hours by boat from Athens, its distance from the Greek mainland deters most tourists from visiting. That’s what makes it an off-the-beaten-path destination. So much for the general info.



Before diving into the details, I should mention that I visited by bike (despite its severe and constant volcanic elevation) as part of a solo trip from France to Turkey. Why this detail? Because out of the ten countries I crossed and the dozens of sites I saw, Nisyros is one of my top three favorites (along with Pag Island, off-season, in Croatia, and Albania for its overall beauty—stunning natural landscapes and the incredible hospitality of its people). Anyway, welcome to this travel journal dedicated to the lovely little volcanic island of Nisyros…



I arrived one beautiful morning in Mandraki, the island’s main port. The twenty-hour boat ride from Athens went by like a breeze. I slept on the deck for three or four hours, sprawled on a bench that was more or less sheltered from the wind. At this time of year (it’s May 2nd), tourists aren’t exactly flocking here, so the boat was far from full. My first glimpse of Nisyros is classic Greek island scenery: blazing sun, an azure sky, and an even deeper blue sea. The trip is off to a great start. I quickly found a small, out-of-the-way hotel (I’m one of those people who avoids crowds as much as possible when traveling, which is getting harder and harder to do). While everyone else from the boat turned right out of the port toward the center of Mandraki, I went left! My nice little hotel was just a hundred meters away, facing a pretty little Orthodox church whose red color contrasted beautifully with the deep blue sea.



I dropped off my panniers in my room so I could ride light for once, then headed toward the next village: Pali. It’s a small fishing village that apparently comes to life a bit in the summer with a few tourists.



As I pedaled along the dock, I passed right by a guy sitting in a chair in full sun. Unfazed despite the sweat pouring down his forehead, he untangled his fishing net with a precision that commanded respect. I gave him the obligatory kalimera (good morning), but he reacted like a deaf-mute—no response at all. On the other hand, his employee answered me kindly from the trawler docked right next to him. Standing on deck, he was also untangling a mess of nets and invited me aboard to chat. That’s Mohamed.



Communication wasn’t easy since he only spoke Greek and I didn’t, but he was cheerful, and his joy was contagious. He proudly showed off their catch of the day: two beautiful rays and a few brightly colored fish. We chatted like that for about fifteen minutes.



When it was time to hit the road again, I said goodbye to Mohamed, who smiled back. But this time, his boss—still dripping sweat in his chair under the scorching sun—greeted me too. Turns out he wasn’t deaf or mute after all.



I continued along the coast since that’s where most of Nisyros’ beaches are. They start lining up just outside Pali. These are black sand beaches, which can’t hide their volcanic origins.



Yesterday afternoon in Athens, I met Peter and Michelle, a Dutch-French couple, while we were waiting for the ferry to depart. The Greek sailors were on strike, so we ended up waiting about twelve hours before setting off. Anyway, we had plenty of time to chat, and Peter, who’s lived on Tilos—a small island near Nisyros—for about twenty years, told me that many migrants pass through these two islands. Most come from Afghanistan and Syria, fleeing authoritarian regimes and the massacres that come with them. They’re looking for *anywhere* else where the future can’t possibly be worse. Peter explained that you often find their belongings on the local beaches. And sure enough, I didn’t have to look far to spot some—clothes, life jackets…



I glanced around, hoping to see one of them to maybe exchange a few words, but no—no one. I was completely alone.



I got back on my bike and spent the rest of the day wandering aimlessly, just exploring this beautiful part of Nisyros. I also picked up some supplies because tomorrow, I’d be heading inland for two days, deep into its four-kilometer-wide caldera to explore the volcano. I’d be sleeping in a tent, so I needed to stock up on food. After a restful night in a real bed—something rare on this bike trip (and I won’t even mention the shower…)—I finally set off for the volcano (I’ll share details about that charming little hotel with the amazing breakfasts at the end of the journal). To reach Stefanos (the name of the main crater), I had to climb to the top of the caldera. It was hot, and some of the slopes were between 10 and 15%, which is steep, especially with a 54 kg bike. But who cares? I was admiring the scenery, and I have to say, I was surprised by how green it was. The higher I climbed, the more beautiful the vegetation became. It stood out against the blue of the sea, and the landscapes inside the island were truly stunning. So, I stopped every five minutes to take photos. Every now and then, I’d come across cows in the middle of the road—or goats in the trees! They climbed with the agility of monkeys to munch on the leaves. I couldn’t get a photo of them because they’d all scatter before I got close. It was actually the noise they made climbing down that tipped me off to their presence. Two villages sit at the top of the caldera: Emporios and Nikia. I passed the first one without climbing up to it, then continued to the second. And let me tell you, Nikia was love at first sight! I found myself pedaling through tiny streets, some barely wider than my bike with its panniers. The walls were white, and the doors were painted in all sorts of colors—green, blue, red… The streets were empty, and silence reigned. But it wasn’t a dead silence. It was more like the kind you find in small, secret, peaceful places. The village exuded tranquility, calm, and well-being. I leaned my bike—with all its gear—against a wall without locking it. It was the first time on this trip that I’d done that. Sure, its weight made it more like a tank than a bike, so you’d have to be *really* motivated to steal it, but here, for some reason, I felt completely at ease. Maybe it wasn’t the smartest move, but I go a lot by instinct, and here, it felt right. So I left my bike there and went to eat a little farther away, at a small restaurant on the village’s main square. It’s famous all over Greece for the beautiful mosaic that covers and decorates the floor. Once I’d eaten and drunk my fill, I hopped back on my bike, which had waited patiently without running off. And the best part? After riding uphill all morning to reach the top of the caldera, all I had to do now was coast downhill to the volcano. Pure bliss in such breathtaking scenery.

Introduction

We stayed on the island of Gran Canaria during the first three months of 2024. It’s the third Canary Island we’ve visited, after Tenerife and Lanzarote.

We rented an apartment in Temisas. By staying in the same place for such a long period, the total price dropped by 50%.

We also rented a vehicle to make getting around the island easier.

Why the Canary Islands, and Gran Canaria in particular? For its pleasant climate, the nature and diversity of its landscapes, the charming villages, and especially the beauty of its many beaches.

In this travel journal, you’ll find a list of the many activities we did during our stay to explore the different attractions of this island.

These attractions are categorized to make it easier to find what interests you.

Videos are included throughout the summary. Click on the image to start the video.

To jump to a specific post, here are the relevant links:

HIKES:

Roque Nublo Maspalomas Dunes - Part 1 Maspalomas Dunes - Part 2 Los Azulejos de Veneguera Barranco de Las Vacas Ventana del Bentayga (Arco del Aserrador) Caves of the King Ventana de Morro (Ventana de la Ganifa) The Dog of Bentayga Cave of the Four Doors Ventana del Nublo Artenera - Caves of Acusa Seca Temisas - El Gigante Cave Fortress of Ansite Puerto de Las Nieves - Roque de Las Nieves Temisas - Cuevas de la Audiencia Roque Bentayga Guayadeque Ravine (Guayadeque Hermitage) Guayadeque Ravine (Cueva de Bartalo) El Zumacal - Barranco Tauco Casablanca Dam (Los Dolores Dam) Ayagaures - La Angostura Dam & Gambuesa Dam Santa Brígida - Alonso Ravine & Centennial Dragon Tree Pino Santo Hike in the Azuaje Ravine Gáldar - Red Lands of Samarrita Tejeda - Charco de La Paloma Bandama Boiler (Camino Borde de Caldera Bandama) Teror - Alamo Ravine Trail – SL-4 Telde - Calasio Caves Special Natural Reserve of Los Tilos de Moya Los Azulejos - Charco de Las Aneas Fataga Ravine Arinaga Military Battery Trail Maspalomas - Las Fuentes and del Canizo Ravines Mogán - Tauro Mountain Trail Tamabada - Llanos de La Mimbre & Sobre la Cueva Viewpoints Trail Hike to the Coronadero Arch via Barranco Hondo Barranco de Silva - Hike to the Jerez Caves Gáldar - Samson Cave - La Atalaya Peak Agaete - Roque Guayedra and Guayedra Ravine Artenara - Caballero Caves Arucas - Bufadero Salt Flats Barranco de Pino Gordo - Natural Pools Telde - Los Cernícalos Ravine Las Cruces - Toba Caves & Picón Puerto de Las Nieves - Moro Cave Agüimes - Morros de Ávila Caves Juncalillo del Sur - Laguna & Salinas de Abajo Caves of Camino de San Felipe Cruz de Tejeda, Cruz Chico and Degollada Viewpoint Hike on the Patalavaca Circuit Motor Grande - Puerto Rico Arch El Montañón - Los Hornos Dam Seafront Walk - Amadores Beach – Puerto Rico Beach Las Niñas Dam El Hornillo - Omega & Omicron Caves Arteara Necropolis Mogán - El Mulato Dam Las Garzas - El Regante Dam La Plata Route - Cho Flores Dam & El Charco Hondo Vega de Acusa - La Candelaria Dam Candelaria Hermitage – Acusa Seca Viewpoint Valsequillo de Gran Canaria – Roque La Vela Ayagaures Dam – GC-602 Lomo del Palo - Monte Pavón Trail Lugar La Laguna - Levada Fataga Dam & Ravine

BEACHES:

Mogán Beach Taurito Beach Tauro Beach Amadores Beach Puerto Rico Beach Anfi del Mar Beach Patalavaca Beach Meloneras Beach Maspalomas Beach English Beach (Playa del Inglés) Las Burras Beach San Agustin Beach Las Alcaravaneras Beach Las Canteras Beach (La Cicer) Las Canteras Beach (La Puntilla) Las Canteras Beach (Santa Catalina) Aquamarina Beach El Agujero - Bocabarranco Beach Hoya Del Pozo Beach Hoya Del Pozo Beach - Lizard with amputated tail El Cabron Beach Ojos de Garza Beach El Burrero Beach

NATURAL POOLS:

Charco Azul - El Risco Agaete Salt Flats Charco de Los Espejos - Sardina del Norte Natural Pools of Punta de Gáldar Snorkeling in the natural pool of Punta de Gáldar Natural Pool La Furnia o El Clavo - Gáldar Natural Pool of Los Dos Roques Emiliano Natural Pool - El Agujero Natural Pool of El Agujero Natural Pools of Roque Prieto Natural Pool El Altillo Los Charcones de Bañaderos – Arucas Natural Pools of El Charco de Las Palomas – Arucas Natural Pools of La Laja - Las Palmas de Gran Canaria Cueva de la Reina Mora - La Garita Natural Pools of Castillo del Romeral

TOWNS:

Center

Santa Brigida Vega de San Mateo Tejeda Artenara Vallesco Teror

Southwest

Santa Lucia de Tirajana Fataga San Bartolomé de Tirajana Puerto de Mogán La Aldea de San Nicolas

North

Arucas Firgas Moya Santa Maria de Guia Gáldar Agaete Puerto de Las Nieves

East

Vegueta - Las Palmas de Gran Canaria Triana - Las Palmas de Gran Canaria Ciudad Jardin - Las Palmas de Gran Canaria Canteras - Las Palmas de Gran Canaria Telde Valsequillo de Gran Canaria Ingenio Agüimes Temisas

VIEWPOINTS:

GC-60 Route (or nearby) GC-210 Route (or nearby) GC-210 Route between the tunnel and La Aldea de San Nicolás GC-215 & GC-65 Routes (or nearby) GC-200 Route (or nearby) GC-130 Route (or nearby) & GC-605 GC-70 Route (or nearby) & GC-21 Sheep herd on GC-70 Route GC-150, GC-240, GC-305, GC-350 & GC-301 Routes GC-606, GC-295, GC-231 and GC-41 Routes (or nearby) Viewpoints – GC-1 Route (or nearby) Viewpoints - Las Palmas de Gran Canaria Viewpoints - GC-2, GC-21, GC-15, GC-216 and GC-132 Routes (or nearby) Viewpoints - GC-503 & GC-217 Routes Viewpoints - GC-604, GC-505, GC-132, GC-42 and GC-802 Routes

MISCELLANEOUS:

San Rafael Aqueduct - Telde Abandoned San Rafael Estate - La Higuera Cenobio de Valerón La Cesta - Tejeda Puerto de la Aldea Scenic Route GC-671 to El Espinillo Scenic Route GC-607 to El Chorrillo The Galdar Cube (Santiago Quarry) Scenic Route GC-504 to Ayagaures Abandoned seaside resort in the Azuaje Ravine El Bufadero de La Garita – Telde GC-505 Route Abandoned Finca Las Haciendas (Los Mocanes) – Las Vegas de Valsequillo Ruins of San Juan Battery - Las Palmas de Gran Canaria Viera y Clavijo Canarian Botanical Garden - Las Palmas de Gran Canaria Tenefé Salt Flats Los Pérez, Lugarejos & Las Hoyas Dams Monte Pavón, Gran Canaria’s little Ireland Valleseco Lagoon Recreational Area Climbing - Fataga Ravine Surfing – El Agujero El Cairete Restaurant - Carrizal de Tejeda Paragliding flight observation - Los Giles La Cuevita Ayagaures Restaurant Statues and Murals - Cruce de Arinaga Aviation Monument (Las Majoreras) & Murals – Carrizal Artistic recycling by Antonio Peñita - Ojos de Garza Rainbows