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Bonjour,

Apres mon gite au sud de la France, je cherche un gite au centre de la France pour la toussain.🤪

Nous allons nous retrouvé a 30 environ pour une reunion de famille. Nous cherchons quelque chose sous Paris (environ entre Auxerre, Bourges, Orleans) entre nous les Iserois et eux les bretons, normands et Nordistes.

Il nous faut quelques chose de charmant, de preference ancien, avec de l espace car il y a les ptits lou qui courent partout ! Et tous cela dans une zone ou il y a des choses à faire !

Si vous avez des idées, faites m en part ! 🙂

merciiii

bonjour,

C`est une question qui est rebarbative je pense mais j`ai l`habitude de voyager a pied, d`ailleur je reviens de manchester en angleterre a pied d`ici 2 semaine pour aller en france a orleans. Je voudrais savoir quel velos choisir car il y en a tellement que je ne sais pas ? Le prix et accessoire eventuel serait un petit plus histoire de me mettre sur la route.

Merci d`avance pour toutes les reponses.

Crylia

Pourvez-vous me nommer un gite ou un bed & Breakfast que vous avez adorer?

Nous avons tous suivi la tragédie de la tempete ayant frappé la Louisiane, un état que je connais bien pour l'avoir visité et parcouru en tous sens ;

est-elle à nouveau ouverte au tourisme dans sa partie sud proche du Golfe, y a t il des forumistes y ayant séjourné dans les mois écoulés ?? Quid de New Orleans aujourd'hui ?

Bonjour à tous,

Alors pour commencer, merci à vous 😉 qui m'avez guidé pour organiser notre prochain voyage au Quebec, en fevrier 2006.

Nous avons retenu, pour l'instant:

* 3 jours visite de la ville de Québec, ile d'Orleans, hotel de glace * 3 jours de rando en chien de traineau dans les appalaches * 2 jours de balade en raquette, dans le parc national du Bic * 2 jours visite charlevoix, ile aux coudres * 2 jours de motoneige dans le Saguenay lac St Jean * 2 derniers jours à Montréal, visite, biodôme, patinage

Qu'en pensez-vous? Les activités que j'ai mentionné sont-elles adaptées aux lieux que j'ai choisi? Et si vous avez d'autres idées.......... ou remarques, je suis là!!!!!!😛

Bisous, Gaelle.🙂

Y a t'il des lignes par bus desservant trois-rivieres au depart de trudeau via montreal? merci

Bonsoir à tous, comme dit dans des topics précédent, je pars aux usa début septembre. En tant que membre VF, me disait que ce serait bien de pouvoir vous raconter mon voyage..pour ça évidemment, faut internet!

Ma question est la suivante: ou trouve-t-on des accès gratuits? facile à trouver? mon itinéraire: Miami, orlando, daytona, new orleans, memphis, nashville, mammoth national park, washington, NY...

si vous avez des infos, des bons coups, je suis preneur...

merci d'avance

Salut, mon mari et moi projectons de faire un voyage de 3 semaines aux Etats-Unis en 2006 avec nos sac à dos. Nous pensons faire : New-York Orlando (Disney world) Miami Nouvelle Orleans Las Vegas Los Angeles Nous pensons prendre des vols intérieurs, pour raccourcir le temps de transport. L'itinéraire est-il réalisable en 3 semaines et quel budget dois je prevoir environ, même si j'ai deja quelques petites idées ? Avez vous des bonnes adresses à nous donner ?

Pachamamac

A ceux qui ont envie de vacances dépaysantes, loin de la civilisation, sur l'eau, en harmonie avec la nature... et pas très cher...

Un petit séjour sur la Loire en kayak... Une expérience formidable!! 😇

J'ai moi_même fait 3 randos de 10 jours magnifiques, qui me laissent des souvenirs superbes!! 😎

La première année et la troisième, environ entre Orléans et Angers ; ce parcours nous montre des endroits de la Loire bien différents en peu de kms : d'abors une Loire timide, étroite, verte... ensuite, une autre, plus large, avec un chenal, moins de bancs de sable en été... Et la deuxième année, le parcours était entre Decize et Giens, année très agréable ; bien différente, car plus en amont, mais magnifique...

totalement dépaysant ; un retour difficile dans la civilisation lorsque 10 jours plus tard, il nous faut remettre le nez dans les grandes surfaces, par exemple, ou se heurter de nouveau aux infos du monde! 😛

Je le conseille à tous. Pleins de souvenirs supers sympas!! A partager, bien sûr...

Et je terminerai en ajoutant qu'en qualité de Nantaise, je connais désormais la Loire entre Decize et St Nazaire, avec la plus grande fierté. Il y a sûrement moins à craindre de la Loire que nous pouvons parfois l'entendre. C'est un fleuve absolument surprenant!!🙂

A bientôt sur l'eau, comme on le dit chez nous!! 😉

bonjour, j'adore la louisiane, je n'y suis jamais allé mais j'adore, je voudrai savoir comment vous trouvez la louisiane. 😉

Bonjour !

Voilà ! Je suis de retour de San Andrés. J'ai eu un merveilleux voyage et je vous offre mon résumé afin, je l’espère, de vous donner le goût d’y aller vous aussi !

San Andrés est vraiment une belle île où les gens sont très sympathiques, accueillants et chaleureux. C'est une très petite île (semblable à l'île d'Orléans), mais avec une plus grosse population répartie en petites agglomérations un peut partout sur l'île genre campagne et une grosse partie dans le centre-ville. Donc un centre-ville assez complet sur le bord de la mer et de la plus belle plage de l'île (celle du Isleno et de l'Aquarium à quelques minutes de marche). C'est tout de même semblable aux autres villes du sud dans l’aspect et l’état des maisons, mais quand même plus propre que bien d'autres endroits. Ils ont un service de collecte des ordures très «manuel», mais assez efficace.

Ce qui est vraiment intéressant sur cette île c'est la faciliter de se déplacer partout ! Les gens sont gentils et pas achalants (un peut comme ici au Québec ils ne sont pas toujours après nous comme ils le sont en R.D. par exemple). Une autre facilité dans le déplacement c'est l'avantage de pouvoir aller d'un hôtel à l'autre entre les cinq Decameron. Soit avec la navette (gratuite, pas très vite et avec horaire) ou avec les autobus publiques (50 sous us, rapides, et très fréquentes). Par contre ne vous attendez pas aux autobus d'ici ! Se sont de vieux autobus scolaire souvent très colorés !🤪

Pour se qui est des hôtel : J'ai trouvé le San Louis pas aussi mouvementé que je pensais, mais je crois que cela dépend de la période où on y va (si c'est en période de congé scolaire ç'est sur que ça doit swinguer là !) Mais c'est tout de même l'hôtel où sa bouge le plus, beaucoup d'activité, musique, discothèque ouverte tous le soir, c'est aussi là que les spectacles sont les plus animés (beaucoup de danses, musique et concours !) et que les vacanciers jeunes font la majorité 😏. Et comme il y a une toute petite rue entre l'hôtel et la plage c'est sur que ça fait de la vie ! Mais ne vous inquiétez pas avec la rue elle est toute petite et vous pouvez y marcher en bikini avec votre drink dans la mains et «no problème!» Ils ont un très beau site, assez grand, très coloré et chaleureux (tout en bois et pas plus de deux ou trois étages dans l’ensemble des bâtiments) et beaucoup de plantes et de palmiers partout. Trois piscines, trois bars et deux restaurants (Italiens et Japonais) très bon ! En fait tous les restos sont bons ! On mange très bien là-bas.

Le Marazoul est à environ 10 minutes du San Louis. Un très bel hôtel ! Un grand site loin de la route, donc intimité assurée ! Beaucoup plus luxueux, les balcons et les terrasses des chambres sont vraiment magnifiques ! Ils ont une plage artificielle sur le bord de la mer très bien entretenue. Et si tu aimes danser c'est l'hôtel où il a la plus belle discothèque (les gens des autres hôtels y viennent certains soir). Ils ont un magnifique bar au bout d’un immense quai, c’est là que j’ai découvert les meilleurs drinks ! Demandé à Mariane ! Autre avantage pour les gens du Marazoul, ils ont un service de bateau gratuit à tous les jours vers l'île de Aquario Cay.

Donc, le San Louis et le Marazoul sont plutôt en «campagne» (env. 15 min. du centre-ville) alors que les trois autres sont «en ville».

En ville, le plus beaux est de loin l'Aquarium ! Un très beau site avec comme particularité d'être en bonne partie sur l'eau ! Il y a des quais un peut partout (c'est très beau, surtout le soir!) qui se relient entre eux sur une eau peu profonde et un plus gros quai où il y a un bar et beaucoup de chaises et c'est là que des musiciens jouent le soir, ils sont très bon (partout sur l'île c'est un mélange de reggae, Salsa et Merengue). Un restaurant est également sur un quai et je crois que c'est le meilleur de tous, un restaurant de fruits de mer ...hum! Ils ont également un Steak House assez surprenant ... très bon aussi ! Par contre il n'y a pas de plage, mais selon des gens qui étaient là-bas ce n'est même pas un problème, (et je suis tentée de penser comme eux) la plage publique (qui est la plus belles sur l'île...sable blanc et fin, eau turquoise) est à 5-10 min. de marche et comme avec nos fameux bracelet Decameron on entre partout on peux facilement utiliser le Isleno pour manger le midi, avoir des drinks et utiliser les toilettes, car il est directement sur la plage.

Pour ce qui est du Isleno, un très bel hôtel, mais très petit. Parfait pour quelqu'un qui ne pense pas êtres souvent à son hôtel (ceux qui vont en plongée sous-marines presque tout les jours par exemple « 😉 josbou »). Pour ce qui est du Maryland, c'est un peut la même chose. Sauf que lui est encore plus petit. Les deux profite des restaurants et spectacles de l'Aquarium.

Les activités à faire... absolument, une journée aux îles Aquario pour faire de l’apnée et se promener dans l’eau entre deux petites îles ... Géniale ! Et Johnny Cay, un endroit paradisiaque 😎(tu fais le tour de l'île à pied en 20 min.) la plage... la mer... 7 couleurs de bleu et vert ... Wow ! Il y a des excursions organisées avec les hôtels, mais moi je vous suggère d’utiliser les services de Banana. Un monsieur très sympathique, vous le trouverez devant le San Louis…il crie toujours «tour de l’île !»

Aussi un «tour de l'Île» guidé, je sais que les hôtels en offre. Banana aussi ! Nous, nous avons utilisé les services de deux gars près de notre hôtel très gentils, Gustavio et ami Diego. On s’est promené toute la journée dans la boîte de pick-up de Gustavio et Diego à l’arrière nous à raconter l'histoire de San Andrés et montrer tous des coins intéressant de l'île (plusieurs arrêts et boissons à volonté !). Ils organisent aussi des soupers «spéciales» de langoustes apprêtés à la manière de San Andrés par un de leur ami chef cuisinier, Lancelot… un passionné de la cuisine et ça paraît ! Gustavio reçoit chez lui, très belle soirée en perspective ! Figurez env. 30$ et bien sur boissons à volonté !

Aller à la Picina ou West View (même chose, mais gratuit ... ha ! les attrapes touristes). Ils sont presque un à côté de l'autre ! C'est un endroit où tu peux plonger dans l'eau et nager avec les poissons (et il y en a beaucoup !) géniale ! et à faire avec masque et tuba absolument. Il y a aussi toutes sortes d'autres petites excursions à faire ; plongées sous-marine, excursions en mer dans des bateaux avec des fonds en verre afin de voir toute la faune aquatique qui entoure l’île, la grotte du Capitaine morgane (très petite) et sûrement encore d’autres choses que je découvrirai dans mes prochaines visite !

À apporter dans vos bagages : masque, tuba et petits souliers de plage (important) pour les excursions et aussi pour certaines des plages (au San Louis entre autre), car des fois il a des coraux et aussi sable quelque fois très chaud.

Que dire de plus, voyage inoubliable ! Et que de choses à voir et à faire sur ce petit coins de paradis !

Hasta luego 😎

Bonjour,

Avec mon mari nous partons en louisiane le 19 février pour une semaine.

Nous envisageons un circuit en voiture de location.

Faut-il vraiment un permis international?

Quelle sera la température à cette époque de l'année?

Pour quelles sommes peut-on déjeuner ou dîner dans le domaine du raisonnable?

Le circuit sera: new orléans, houma, lafayette, natchez, baton rouge, et new orléans

Esr-ce OK

Merci d'avance à tous pour vos conseils

Suze

Salut,

Nous souhaitons visiter la Floride cet été au mois d'août, en famille. Faut-il reserver ses hôtels au départ ou peut-on y aller et organiser notre voyage sur place ? Nous souhaitons également nous rendre à la Nouvelle Orléans( en voiture ), pensez vous qu'il est possible de faire tout cela en 15 jours ?

Enfin, connaissez vous une compagnie aérienne à prix + interressant pour cette destination ?

If you’ve already posted your three photos in the contest thread Staircases: May 2026 Photo Contest Theme and a fourth one comes to mind, you can ease your staircase obsession here.

A few examples of staircases:



Some of the 6,600 steps on the staircase leading to the summit of Jade Emperor Peak at 1,545 meters.



Emergency staircase at the Orléans library (France).



Brussels street artist Créons incorporates the staircase into the dress design of his character.



The staircase is part of the roof of Villa Malaparte (Adalberto Libera) on the island of Capri (Italy).

There’s a region in the United States that stands apart—deeply American yet surprisingly familiar. A destination where landscapes seem to pulse with the rhythm of water, where music naturally weaves into daily life, and where every day feels like you’re living something new: Welcome to Louisiana! Located in the southern U.S., bordering the Gulf of Mexico and carved by the legendary Mississippi River, Louisiana is a land of contrasts and cultural blends. Shaped by its history with France, Spain, and Creole and Cajun traditions, it now offers a unique travel experience—far from the clichés you might expect. While New Orleans, jazz, and Mardi Gras are part of its identity, Louisiana today reveals itself in a different light: as a destination deeply rooted in nature, exploration, and freedom.

And that’s exactly what makes it such an appealing trip idea, especially for those seeking a different kind of road trip—one that’s accessible and packed with experiences.



The journey quickly takes on a new dimension. As soon as you leave the urban centers, the scenery shifts. The roads grow quieter, the vegetation denser, and water appears everywhere—in every form. It’s in the bayous where the experience truly comes alive. Paddling gently by kayak on Lake Martin, gliding between centuries-old cypress trees near Breaux Bridge, observing wildlife in an almost surreal silence... Here, nature isn’t just something you look at—it’s something you *live*. You slow down, observe, and soak it all in. And this immersion isn’t complicated or reserved for experts. That’s the beauty of Louisiana: it offers accessible outdoor adventures without constraints, yet deeply immersive ones. A little farther north of New Orleans, the Tammany Trace offers another way to explore the region. By bike, on this repurposed rail trail, you ride through forests and small towns at a relaxed pace—perfect for enjoying the scenery without effort.



In Kisatchie National Forest, hiking trails reveal a lesser-known side of Louisiana—almost unexpected. Gentle hills, deep forests, and a peaceful atmosphere create a striking contrast to the state’s usual image. And always, that sense of ease. Nothing feels complicated; everything flows naturally.

But what truly makes Louisiana unique is its ability to seamlessly blend nature and culture—never pitting one against the other. After a morning in the swamps, you might find yourself in Lafayette, seated in front of a Cajun music group. After a day on the road, you could end the evening in a jazz club in New Orleans. Here, the transitions feel smooth, natural, almost effortless. Culture isn’t just something you visit—it’s an atmosphere. French influences, still very present in certain names, traditions, and expressions, give the trip a warm, familiar feel. Encounters are easy, conversations authentic, and every stop seems to tell a different story. Music, of course, is everywhere. Jazz, blues, zydeco—so many styles that accompany your journey and give it a unique rhythm. You don’t just *visit* Louisiana; you *feel* it.

Exploring Louisiana by road trip also means enjoying an especially fluid itinerary. Distances are always manageable, the roads easy, and the stops flow without excessive fatigue. You move from one environment to another effortlessly: from the river to the swamps, from the city to nature, from lively cultural moments to more contemplative ones. This fluidity changes everything. It lets you take your time, stop, and truly *live* each place without feeling like you’re rushing from one point to the next. And that’s often where the best memories are made.



Unlike some more demanding destinations, Louisiana can be explored in summer—if you adjust your pace. But it’s really from September onward that the destination shines. Temperatures become milder, the light softer, and the overall vibe more serene. October, in particular, offers the perfect balance of climate, crowds, and experience quality. It’s an ideal time to fully enjoy outdoor activities without constraints, in especially pleasant conditions. Good news: there’s still time! Whether for summer 2026 or the late season, opportunities are still open. The best, most fluid, and balanced itineraries are built in advance. Because not all Louisiana trips are the same. It’s easy to replicate a classic route focused on a few major stops. But a more modern approach means rethinking the experience as a whole: fully integrating the outdoors, balancing cultural highlights with nature moments, and setting a pace that truly suits the traveler. That’s the vision that turns a simple itinerary into a real experience. A more immersive, natural, and cohesive Louisiana. One that isn’t just *visited* but *lived* to the fullest.



You’ve probably gathered by now—we’re huge fans of Louisiana! It naturally stands out as a unique destination in the American landscape. Accessible yet exotic, rich without being complicated, cultural without feeling rigid, natural without being extreme. A destination that appeals to a wide audience precisely because it doesn’t cater to just one type of traveler. And perhaps that’s its greatest strength in our eyes: offering everyone the chance to find their own rhythm, their own discoveries, their own emotions. So whether it’s for this summer or to fully enjoy the gentle autumn season, Louisiana is waiting to welcome you and leave you amazed. Like a living, balanced, and deeply inspiring destination. And maybe... your next trip.

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Hi there,

I’ll be traveling to Tuscany with my family (my wife and two kids, aged 6 and 8) from April 26 to May 5. Here’s a rough draft of our potential itinerary—I’d love to hear your thoughts and suggestions so I can tweak and improve it. We haven’t finalized our accommodations yet, but they’ll likely be near Florence (2 nights), Lucca (2 nights), Monteriggioni (2 nights), Pienza, Montalcino, and Greve in Chianti.

- April 26: o Arrival in Florence around 12:00 PM - April 27: o Florence - April 28: o Florence – Pistoia – Lucca - April 29: o Lucca – Pisa – Lucca - April 30: o Lucca – Volterra – San Gimignano – Monteriggioni - May 1: o Monteriggioni – Siena – Monteriggioni - May 2: o Monteriggioni – Abbey of Santa Maria di Monte Oliveto – Baccoleno – Castelmuzio – Chapel of Madonna di Vitaleta (San Quirico d’Orcia) – Pienza - May 3: o Pienza – Montepulciano – Montichiello – Abbey of Sant’Antimo – Bagno Vignoni Thermal Baths – Montalcino - May 4: o Montalcino – Castellina in Chianti – Radda in Chianti – Badia a Coltibuono – Volpaia – Montefioralle – Greve in Chianti - May 5: o Greve in Chianti – Florence airport

Thanks for any insights! 😉

“Hey, your Marker... - My Marker? - The one you used to make hitchhiking signs.”

The marker in question is sitting proudly on the kitchen table. Marielle found it at the bottom of a moving box.

I’ve been meaning to tell the long story of my love affair with hitchhiking for years. Here we go.

To be honest, I’m not quite sure when it started. My earliest memory goes back to a fair with a bike race in my maternal grandparents’ village. I was with my cousin, my little sister, and three girl cousins. There were six of us, ages ranging from six or seven to thirteen or fourteen. Our parents stayed at the fair, and we’d had enough. So we decided to walk home. Only it was four kilometers away. So we hitchhiked. A guy driving an old car picked us all up and dropped us off at the farm. He probably found it amusing to see us thumbing a ride by the side of the road, but maybe it also worried him a bit. With everything you read in the papers...

Around fifteen or sixteen, I started hitchhiking regularly, alone or with a friend, to go to the nearby town. But it was especially when I started boarding school in Orléans that it became more regular. The first year, I’d leave Monday morning and come back Saturday noon by bus. It was an old, uncomfortable bus where we froze in winter. To make matters worse, I often got motion sickness if, as was too often the case, I ended up sitting in the back. In the spring, a high school friend suggested I hitchhike back. It meant a slight detour, but the advantage was taking only national roads.

So that’s how, from the end of tenth grade to twelfth grade, I’d thumb a ride every Saturday on the Pont de Bourgogne. Drivers were used to seeing young people hitchhiking, and it worked pretty well. Our biggest fear? Soldiers! At that time, military service was still mandatory, and on weekends, it wasn’t rare to see them competing with us. They’d keep their uniforms on to go home. That gave people confidence—with everything you read in the papers—and they’d rarely wait more than five minutes. We, with our long hair, were definitely less popular. From time to time, three big red-faced guys in a van coming back from a construction site would flip us off, yelling things like “go get a haircut, you bums!” Those were the good old days.

We still had a good laugh, though. Patrice, the friend I’d hitchhike back from school with on Saturdays, is a musician—I’d later discover he’s an excellent composer. A die-hard Beatles fan, he knows their repertoire by heart and spends his time singing at the top of his lungs while we thumb a ride. One Saturday late morning, we’d been waiting for a while at the exit of Châteauneuf-sur-Loire when a little lady came up to him and asked if he could please sing a little quieter: a baby was sleeping in the house. He put on the most sorry face: “Oh, sorry ma’am, we didn’t realize.” No sooner had the lady gone back inside than he started again. Luckily, a car stopped just then, sparing me the embarrassment of seeing the lady come back out.

Saturday was also the day when the cigarette pack was dangerously low. So before leaving, we’d go buy some “Parisiennes,” the “P4s” as we called them back then. They were slightly thinner cigarettes with a mix of tobacco scraps. Sometimes they tasted like light tobacco, sometimes like dark. Not great, but by the end of the week, our pocket money was gone. They were sold in small packs of four, hence the name P4. We’d only pay 20 centimes. On Saturdays, it was rare for the two of us to manage to scrape together 1.50 F to buy a whole pack of Gauloises...

The last twenty kilometers, I’d usually do alone, Patrice having reached his destination. From time to time, luck would smile on me: an acquaintance would just happen to pass by and stop. One January Saturday, at the exit of Gien, I ran into another guy from Argenton whom I knew a little. That day, the weather was nice, but the temperature was well below zero. It was around noon, and it was the off-peak hour. We were shivering, stamping our feet by the side of the road, when a Citroën “Tube” arrived: it was his father’s boss’s, a mason. They were both sitting in the front, but since they were obese, they had us climb onto the open back. Even though we huddled against the cab to shelter from the wind, the twenty kilometers felt very long, especially since we were only going sixty kilometers an hour. Our hands and cheeks were blue when we finally arrived.

The year I took my baccalaureate, a friend with a 2CV would take me Monday mornings with one or two others we’d pick up in nearby villages. We’d share the gas costs, but it was still cheaper than the bus. And in winter, the bus was my nightmare. You had to get up at five to catch it at six. Not enough sleep, and outside it was freezing or raining—or both. The 2CV was luxury. Plus, Philippe would pick me up at home. On the other hand, since I didn’t have class Saturday mornings—well, I did, but we only had PE the first two hours and nothing after—I’d skip class and slip out right after breakfast to thumb a ride at the Pont de Bourgogne.

Those three high school years were formative in this optional subject that was hitchhiking. Little by little, I learned the rules of the game. First, you shouldn’t walk along the road while thumbing. Cars go too fast and can’t stop easily. Accepting a ride that’s too short is also a no-go. The guy who offers to take you a little way but drops you off at some vague crossroads in the middle of nowhere? No thanks. You need to get dropped off in a town. If it’s a fairly big city, you often have to cross it from one end to the other, but it’s better. At the exit, you have to choose your spot well. Actually, you have to put yourself in the driver’s shoes: they need to see you early enough, not be going too fast, and be able to stop easily without risking an accident. So when leaving a city, it’s better not to go too far. It’s wiser to find a spot where cars go slowly and can stop easily. And preferably near a café. The café is for when you still have a few coins for a coffee and need to warm up. From time to time, you’d run into someone nice who’d make a detour to drop you off at a better spot to start again. Finally, if possible, avoid hitchhiking on Sundays. Cars are packed with whole families who, most of the time, aren’t going far. And then there’s the little worry of those people who rarely leave home: with everything you read in the papers...

During those high school years, it was only short trips, rarely exceeding a hundred kilometers. Later, I aimed bigger, and things were a bit different. In 1973-74, I crossed part of France for the first time on two or three occasions, coming back from the German border or returning to Bordeaux, where we lived briefly. Since there weren’t many highways back then, we took national roads. It was during these trips that I realized it was better to leave in the evening. As I said earlier, Sunday is to be avoided, but on weekdays, there’s another problem: if you leave in the morning, you only make short hops. First, it often takes longer to get going because drivers are people going to work nearby. Which brings us back to those who drop you off in a bad spot, far from everything. There, you have to know how to refuse. You thank the driver for stopping—oh, if only everyone could be like you—while explaining why you’d rather stay put. People don’t take offense, by the way. Those who pick up hitchhikers often hitchhiked themselves when they were in the military or before they had a car. In the late afternoon, you’d often run into salespeople or truckers, in other words, people who drive a lot. At that time, salespeople no longer had appointments and were more relaxed. They wanted to talk about something other than the merits of their products. On the radio, it was time for *Les Grosses Têtes*. You’d also quite often run into small business owners, professionals, or even hippies. The conversations were pleasant and often enriching. A little later in the evening, truckers would take over. They’d already driven a few hundred kilometers, and the depot or customs was still far away. So they’d gladly take a hitchhiker to stay awake at the wheel and chat. The radio with Max Ménier’s show *Les routiers sont sympas*, you’d eventually get tired of it. So a hitchhiker was a change. Others, who’d hit the road at midnight to be at their destination by morning, were nice and offered to let you lie down on the bunk while they drove. When you’d been hitchhiking since six in the evening, freezing in the wind between two vehicles, you weren’t unhappy to take a little nap.

Speaking of Max Ménier, he’d often make announcements for hitchhikers. One evening, I called him. It was getting late, and I still had quite a way to go. No luck: the show had ended for good the day before!

In short, it’s better not to rush, sleep in, and leave after lunch, or better yet, in the late afternoon. Obviously, I’m talking about when you have several hundred kilometers to cover. That’s when you have to play it pro.

First thing, especially at night, but it also applies in the middle of summer when the light is blinding: dress to be seen from far away. I’ll admit I have an advantage over most other hitchhikers: I’m small and don’t scare people. To balance that out, racist drivers often take me for an Arab and are less likely to pick me up, but overall, the balance tips in my favor. Back to the need to be seen: at night, I wear light-colored clothes. In headlights, you can see me from far away.

Second thing: travel light. Forget the big backpack with a frame. Drivers don’t always have room in the trunk or on the back seat, especially if it’s rained and the ground is wet. Plus, it forces them to get out of the car. If they’re nice enough to pick up a hitchhiker, you shouldn’t ask for too much either.

Third thing: bring a cardboard sign and a big marker—like the ones in the photo at the start of this post—to write the name of your destination. In the early 80s, I ran a tourist house in the Cher, but I lived in the Netherlands. In the off-season, it was only open on weekends. On Fridays, I’d leave Holland and return on Mondays. 1200 km round trip. On the way there, in Paris, I’d stand at Porte de la Chapelle. At that spot, the road is very wide, and drivers could stop easily. Obviously, on the sign, I didn’t write Eindhoven, which not everyone knows, and even less Amsterdam because of its seedy reputation. In that case, you’d expect to see a police car stop and two officers in kepis ask for your papers. So as a first destination, I’d write Compiègne. We were well out of Paris, and since it wasn’t too far, a trucker or salesperson was less reluctant to stop. Once past Compiègne, I’d take out my Lille sign. Once in Belgium, it wasn’t really necessary to use a sign anymore, since everyone was going in the same direction. Usually, the guy who picked me up at Porte de la Chapelle would say he wasn’t going far but could take me a little way. Before that, I’d still ask if there was a gas station on the highway where he could drop me off before exiting. While talking, the guy would realize he wasn’t dealing with a dangerous criminal. He’d pretend to check his watch, think for a moment, then say that actually, he was going to Belgium and could take me to the border or a little beyond. To leave Paris on the way back, I’d take the train to Melun, where it was easier to hitchhike than at Porte d’Italie.

Over all those years, I think I was pretty lucky. Or maybe philosophical enough not to imagine a car would stop after a few minutes. An hour’s wait was average. Sure, I sometimes waited three, four, or five hours. Most often at odd hours and in terrible weather. When it doesn’t work, it doesn’t work. But there’s always a moment when things pick up. Sure, when you’re soaked in freezing rain in the early morning after a sleepless night, you’re less philosophical than when I’m writing these lines comfortably at my computer, but it still holds true.

Earlier, I mentioned clothing and the importance of being well-rested before leaving. When you’ve eaten well and just gotten out of the shower, shaved, you’re in a better mood. And somehow, drivers sense it. Or at least, that’s the impression I’ve always had. It’s better to look in shape than disgusted at standing there, half-heartedly thumbing a ride. In short, when I’d start to get fed up with waiting, I’d go into the first café I saw for a coffee. Coming back out, I’d be refreshed, and most of the time, a car would stop within minutes. I’ve often said that when I stood by the side of the road thumbing a ride, I felt a bit like a gambler in front of a slot machine. It was a matter of giving luck a chance. And well, it worked out pretty well.

Then, there are countries where hitchhiking works really well and others where it’s harder. In the 70s-80s, it worked best in Germany and England. In the late afternoon, it wasn’t rare to be invited for tea. Well, that was in England. Tea meant being offered room and board. In Germany, they’d offer you coffee. Once there, they’d first show you the guest room and point out the bathroom before sitting you down in front of a big plate of cold cuts. In the evening, they’d go out in town, and the next morning, they’d usually drop you off at a good spot for hitchhiking. On the other hand, in Mediterranean and Scandinavian countries, you’d better be patient. In Spain or Italy, it’s better to take the train, which was dirt cheap back then. However, if you’re a couple traveling light, it’s already easier in most countries.

In 1982, I went on a trip around Turkey with my girlfriend. We only had two small bags, which was plenty. It was November-December, and we wore our warm, bulky clothes. Leaving Eindhoven at nine in the morning, we arrived in Graz, near the Yugoslav border, at eleven at night. 1300 km in a day! In just four or five vehicles. One to the German border, about fifty kilometers from Eindhoven, the second to Hagen in the Ruhr, the third to Salzburg, and the last to Graz at the Yugoslav border. Record broken. During the night crossing of Yugoslavia, we ran into a trucker close to retirement who lent us the truck’s bunk. So we arrived fresh and rested near Skopje the next morning. We continued to Thessaloniki in northern Greece before taking the train to Istanbul. In Turkey, we traveled a good part of the country by hitchhiking too. With truckers in old, overloaded, slow trucks that climbed hills at fifteen kilometers an hour, but also in cars where five or six people were already crammed in. And every time, we were invited for tea. Once, we were even picked up by a big shot in his Mercedes with a chauffeur. Until then, the average speed was around fifty kilometers an hour. There, we were going two hundred. On a national road, not a nice European highway.

I’ve also hitchhiked in Nepal, from Lumbini, Buddha’s birthplace, to a village on the way to Pokhara. It must have been midday. No bus until the next day. I gave it a try. A small truck overloaded with rice sacks, with two or three young people already perched on top, stopped. I rode on the roof of the cab. At fifty kilometers an hour when it was going well, with a breathtaking view. Coming back from India, I also crossed part of Iran by hitchhiking, from Tehran to the Turkish border. I did this trip with an Austrian I met at the hotel who, like me, had to watch his pennies. We gave it a shot. There was almost no traffic, but to our great surprise, the first car that passed in the area would always stop. They’d just ask for a modest contribution for gas, and it cost next to nothing.

Sometimes, you get scared too. After leaving Turkey in early December 82, we spent about two weeks in the southern Peloponnese harvesting olives. A few days before Christmas, we hitchhiked back to Holland. A girl picked us up in her little Fiat 500. We were driving on a mountain road, and that morning there was a bit of black ice. After crossing a pass, we saw the old Ford Taunus ahead of us at fifty meters start to skid. The driver let out a “heeee!” while grabbing my knees. I reflexively grabbed the wheel. Finally, the Taunus got back on track. And we didn’t swerve. But those few seconds felt very long.

In January 77, while I’d been living in Germany for a few months, I decided to spend a few days in Italy. By hitchhiking, of course. I left in the early afternoon, and by ten at night, I wasn’t far from Frankfurt. I saw a big Mercedes stop. The four or five young people crammed inside were listening to Schlager at full volume. Beer cans littered the floor. They didn’t have a precise destination, and as long as they were going south, that was fine with me. They’d finished their military service that very day and had clearly already celebrated their discharge. The driver was going 160, zigzagging dangerously from one side of the highway to the other. I should have realized he wasn’t entirely sober either. Luckily, there was almost no traffic. Finally, I managed to get dropped off at a gas station just before Frankfurt, relieved. I hope their trip didn’t end tragically.

Another time, coming back from Holland with my wife, we were picked up early in the morning near Senlis by two guys from Lille. They were going to work near Tours and could drop us off at Porte d’Italie. Apparently, they were coworkers but barely knew each other. The driver offered us a beer—at six in the morning, sure!—before opening another can for himself. He was clearly having trouble staying in the right lane. We politely declined, the passenger too. Everyone was tense. Luckily, it was rush hour on the ring road, and we were going slowly. When we got out of the car, the passenger said goodbye with the look of a guy being offered the condemned man’s rum and cigarette.

Finally, there are the annoying remarks from drivers who are either gay when you’re alone or turned on by the sight of your girlfriend when you’re a couple. In those cases, I’d get in the back so the guy wouldn’t feel too confident. And if the conversation got a little too suggestive, we’d deflect until we got dropped off.

And luckily, there are the times, not so rare after all, when you run into really nice people who invite you to eat and sleep at their place and drive you to a good spot the next morning. In Germany and England, that was common. And then there are the big strokes of luck, like during our trip to Turkey when we crossed most of Germany in one car, or that other time when some Germans drove me from the exit of Geneva all the way to the Costa Brava.

Going back to “with everything you read in the papers” and its variant “with everything you see on TV”—and now on the internet—it’s always left me perplexed. Personally, I’ve never heard of hitchhikers assaulting drivers, even if it may have happened. On the other hand, what was most common were hitchhikers being assaulted, especially girls. Anyway, even armed, it seems a bit stupid to assault the driver—wouldn’t that risk causing an accident?

Finally, since that time, I’ve occasionally wanted to hitchhike somewhere far away in France. Most often, too busy with work, it never happened, but the nostalgia hasn’t completely disappeared.

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Other Hitchhikers

And then one day, I... settled down to become a driver myself. Ten years had passed, and you saw fewer and fewer hitchhikers. Or maybe I saw fewer because I had a regular job and wasn’t traveling the same way. And then I understood a few things.

Several times, I was tempted to pick up a hitchhiker, but they didn’t meet the required conditions. They were walking along the road instead of staying at the exit of the previous town. Hard to stop without risking an accident. Or the guy looked really scruffy. Or he was sulking, if not both. Then you think of that famous “with everything you read in the papers.” Not that I was scared, but unfortunately, the few hitchhikers I did pick up later were rarely interesting.

A few years ago, we picked up a young guy at the exit of a small town in Sologne. Not an easy spot for hitchhiking. Bad luck, he was a pretentious little jerk. He was barely 20 or 25 and talked like a bitter old man. He was a waiter in a restaurant. According to him, it was lucky he was there, otherwise the boss would have closed up shop long ago. You’d think he had thirty or forty years of professional experience behind him. As we approached Blois, he started ranting about Arabs, blaming them for all evils. And he laid it on thick. That morning, we were going to a teenager’s funeral who had just committed suicide, so he really got on our nerves, Mr. Know-It-All. Out of anger, I dropped him off next to a shopping center a few kilometers from downtown. Not nice, but it felt good.

Some time ago, we were driving around the Limousin on a Sunday to try out the used Twingo we’d just bought. We picked up a guy in his forties. A German who spoke French well. He started talking about the environment. He was a green Khmer. He got worked up all by himself with his pseudo-eco rant and, after a few kilometers, was almost yelling at us. As we were about to leave the main road for a small one, I dropped him off at a crossroads in the middle of nowhere. Normally, I would have made a little detour to take him to a better spot, but this time, I didn’t feel like doing the... eco-warrior a favor.

On the other hand, I’ve still done my good deed a few times. One June morning, coming back from Orléans, I saw a man in his sixties hitchhiking. The poor guy had had a rough time. He was from Montpellier and was coming back from Caen, where he’d been promised a job. Once there, they bluntly told him the position was already taken, and he had to go back. Except he didn’t have enough money left for the train. He’d spent the night hitchhiking without success. I could only take him as far as Lamotte-Beuvron, where I dropped him off near the fire station. Apparently, there was some vague shelter there or something, but it only opened a few hours later. In the meantime, he settled on the grass in a corner to sleep a little. While he was doing that, I quickly went to the train station to check the price of a ticket to Montpellier. It was within my means. Since he was sound asleep, I slipped the train ticket and 100 francs into his pocket. I couldn’t imagine him continuing to hitchhike all the way to Montpellier. And I bet he didn’t even have a piece of cardboard and a marker!

When we go to Brazil, we usually rent a small car. One day, we were coming back from Paracuru to Fortaleza when we saw a whole family hitchhiking. Two adults and two or three small children. Here near the equator, the sun sets very quickly, and it would soon be night. There was little traffic, and trucks wouldn’t stop because there was no room in the cab. As for the rich people driving big 4x4s, they wouldn’t stoop to picking up the lower classes. The only hope for this kind of family was usually a farmer or artisan who’d let them ride in the back of his pickup. Obviously, they were a bit surprised to see us. Everyone crammed in as best they could in the back of our little car. When we dropped them off, we got a whole string of “Deus lhes abençõe”—God bless you.

Still in Brazil, we were on the road from Barreirinhas to São Luís do Maranhão. About 150 km of deserted road with an isolated mud house here and there. A young woman flagged us down. She was very pregnant and had to get to the clinic twenty or thirty kilometers away to give birth. Someone was supposed to drive her, but the first signs of labor started earlier than expected, and the driver was unavailable. Even driving fast, we weren’t feeling great: it would be just our luck if she gave birth in the car!

Today, we’re in the age of smartphones and carpooling apps. Safety. With everything you see on TV... Three or four years ago, we signed up on a platform. Our first, and only, “client” was a little jerk who didn’t say a word the whole trip. No hello, no goodbye, and certainly no thank you. The next day, we found his Ray-Bans in the car. We didn’t run after him to give them back. Ha!

During our first road trip across the United States, we covered 23,000 km and crossed 28 states in 53 days.

Originally, we had planned to drive Route 66 all the way to Oatman in Arizona and visit various national parks in the American West over a two-month period.

This itinerary was planned before our departure, and all the relevant information had been gathered to stick to the schedule.

Everything went so smoothly that we finished visiting the national parks well ahead of our planned return date.

It helped that having a bed, a portable toilet, and a cooler in our vehicle gave us some autonomy since we didn’t have to worry about accommodation.

So, we decided to extend our road trip to the cities of Nashville and Memphis in Tennessee.

We then headed to Louisiana to visit Baton Rouge and New Orleans.

We crossed Mississippi and Alabama before driving along Florida’s west coast all the way to Key West.

We returned via Florida’s east coast and then crossed the eastern U.S. states to get back to Quebec through the Jackman border crossing in Maine.

So, I invite you to keep reading this long recap, which will let you discover the different attractions we visited throughout this amazing journey.

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

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

Route 66 - Illinois & Missouri Route 66 - St. Louis (Missouri) - Gateway Arch National Park Route 66 - Cuba (Missouri) - City Murals Route 66 - Springfield (Missouri) - Fantastic Caverns Route 66 - Kansas & Oklahoma Route 66 - Texas & Arizona Route 66 - Texas - The Stations of the Cross in Groom Route 66 - Texas - Panhandle - VW Slug Bug Ranch Texas - Palo Duro Canyon State Park - Juniper Trails Texas - Palo Duro Canyon State Park - The Lighthouse Trail Route 66 - Texas - Amarillo - Cadillac Ranch Route 66 - New Mexico - Santa Rosa Blue Hole New Mexico - Bandelier National Monument - Alcove House Trail via Main Loop Trail New Mexico - Bandelier National Monument - Tsankawi Ruins Trail New Mexico - White Rock Overlook Route 66 - New Mexico - Albuquerque - Old Town New Mexico - White Sands National Park New Mexico - White Sands National Park - Dune Life Nature Trail New Mexico - White Sands National Park - Playa Trail New Mexico - White Sands National Park - Interdune Boardwalk New Mexico - Gila Cliff Dwellings National Monument New Mexico - Grants - Ice Cave & Bandera Volcano New Mexico - Gallup - Pyramide Rock Trail & Church Rock Trail Arizona - Holbrook - Painted Desert Arizona - Petrified Forest National Park - Puerco Pueblo & Newspaper Rock Viewpoint Arizona - Petrified Forest National Park - Blue Mesa Arizona - Petrified Forest National Park - The Teepees, Agate Bridge & Jasper Forest Overlook Arizona - Petrified Forest National Park - Crystal Forest Trail Arizona - Petrified Forest National Park - Giant Logs Trail Arizona - Winslow - Two Guns Ghost Town Arizona - Cameron - Little Colorado River Gorge Overlooks Arizona - Grand Canyon National Park - Shoshone Point Trail Arizona - Grand Canyon National Park - Desert View Drive Arizona - Grand Canyon National Park - Rim Route (Orange) & Village Route (Blue) Arizona - Grand Canyon National Park - Hermit Route (Red Line) Route 66 - Arizona - Historic Town of Oatman Arizona - Bullhead City Community Park Nevada - Red Rock Canyon - Calico I & II & Sandstone Quarry Nevada - Red Rock Canyon - Willow Springs Nevada - Red Rock Canyon Lookouts Nevada - Valley of Fire State Park - White Domes Trail Nevada - Valley of Fire State Park - Seven Wonders Trail, Pink Canyon, Fire Wave Nevada - Valley of Fire State Park - Rainbow Vista Trail Nevada - Valley of Fire State Park - Mouse's Tank Trail Nevada - Valley of Fire State Park - Rock Formations Nevada - Valley of Fire State Park - Scenic Routes Nevada - Cathedral Gorge State Park - Slot Canyons Nevada - Cathedral Gorge State Park - Eagle Point & Miller Point Utah - Bryce Canyon National Park - Mossy Cave & Tropic Ditch Waterfall Trail Utah - Bryce Canyon National Park - Scenic Drive Utah - Zion National Park - Pa'rus Trail Utah - Zion National Park - Sand Bench Trail Utah - Zion National Park - Emerald Pools Trail Utah - Zion National Park - West Rim Trail (Trail connecting to Angels Landing) Utah - Zion National Park - Riverside Walk Utah - Zion National Park - Court of The Patriarchs & Big Bend Utah - Zion National Park - Mount Carmel Highway Scenic Drive Utah - Kanab - Jackson Flat Reservoir Utah - Toadstools Trail in Grand Staircase-Escalante National Monument Arizona - Page - Glen Canyon Dam Overlook Arizona - Page - Glen Canyon National Recreation Area Arizona - Page - Horseshoe Bend Overlook Arizona - Page - Upper Antelope Canyon Arizona - Page - Navajo Canyon Boat Tour at Lake Powell Arizona - Page - Antelope Canyon X Arizona - Canyon de Chelly National Monument - Chelly Canyon Arizona - Canyon de Chelly National Monument - Canyon del Muerto Arizona - Monument Valley Navajo Tribal Park Utah - Mexican Hat Utah - Mexican Hat - Goosenecks State Park Utah - Mexican Hat - Valley of the Gods Utah - The Moki Dugway Scenic Backway Utah - Blanding - Natural Bridges National Monument Utah - Lake Powell - Hite Crossing Bridge Utah - Lake Powell - Glen Canyon National Recreation Area - Hite Overlook Utah - Capitol Reef National Park - Chimney Rock Loop Trail Utah - Capitol Reef National Park - Hickman Bridge Trail Utah - Capitol Reef National Park - Grand Wash Trail Utah - Capitol Reef National Park - Sunset Point Trail Utah - Capitol Reef National Park - Goosenecks Trail Utah - Capitol Reef National Park - Viewpoints - Fruita Area Utah - Capitol Reef National Park - Viewpoints - Scenic Drive Utah - Capitol Reef National Park - Cassidy Arch Trail Utah - Capitol Reef National Park - On the way to Capitol Gorge Trailhead Utah - Capitol Reef National Park - Capitol Gorge Trailhead Utah - Monroe - Mystic Hot Springs Utah - Scenic Overlooks on UT-24, UT-119 & I-70 Utah - Arches National Park - Park Avenue Trail Utah - Arches National Park - Courthouse Towers Section's Viewpoints Utah - Arches National Park - Balanced Rock, Pothole Arch, Ham Rock & Garden of Eden Utah - Arches National Park - Double Arch Trail, Cove Arch, Cove of Caves & Panorama Point Utah - Arches National Park - Windows Loop & Turret Arch Trail Utah - Arches National Park - Delicate Arch Trail Utah - Arches National Park - Upper Delicate Arch Viewpoint Trail Utah - Arches National Park - Fiery Furnace Section - Viewpoints Utah - Arches National Park - Sand Dune Arch Trail Utah - Arches National Park - Skyline Arch Trail Utah - Arches National Park - Devils Garden Trail Utah - Dead Horse Point State Park - West Rim Trail Utah - Dead Horse Point State Park - East Rim Trail Utah - Moab - Utah State Route 279 (Potash Road) Utah - Moab - Shafer Trail - Potash Evaporation Ponds Utah - Moab - Potash Road Dinosaur Tracks and Petroglyphs Utah - Moab - Potash Road - Corona, Bowtie & Pinto Arches Trail Utah - Moab - Potash Road - Wall Street Climbing Area Utah - Moab - Kane Springs Road Utah - Moab - Kane Springs Road - Side By Side Adventure Utah - Moab - Kane Springs Road to Moab Utah - Canyonlands National Park - Island in the Sky - Mesa Arch Trail Utah - Canyonlands National Park - Island in the Sky - Aztec Butte Trail Utah - Canyonlands National Park - Island in the Sky - Whale Rock Trail Utah - Canyonlands National Park - Island in the Sky - Upheaval Dome Trail Utah - Canyonlands National Park - Island in the Sky - Grand View Point Overlook Trail Utah - Canyonlands National Park - Island in the Sky - White Rim Overlook Trail Utah - Canyonlands National Park - Island in the Sky - Overlooks Utah - Moab - Wilson Arch Utah - Monticello - Newspaper Rock State Historical Monument Utah - Canyonlands National Park - The Needles - Road Side Ruin Trail Utah - Canyonlands National Park - The Needles - Cave Spring Trail Utah - Canyonlands National Park - The Needles - Pothole Point Trail Utah - Canyonlands National Park - The Needles - Big Spring Canyon Overlook Trail Utah - Canyonlands National Park - The Needles - Overlooks Colorado - Mesa Verde National Park - Mesa Top Ruins Road Colorado - Mesa Verde National Park - Chapin Mesa Road Colorado - Mesa Verde National Park - Mesa Top Loop Colorado - Mesa Verde National Park - Wetherill Mesa Road Colorado - Great Sand Dunes National Park Colorado - Mosca - Zapata Falls Colorado - Colorado Springs - Garden of the Gods Colorado - Black Canyon of the Gunnison National Park Colorado - Gunnison - Curecanti National Recreation Area Colorado - Gunnison - Blue Mesa Dam & Reservoir Colorado - Lake Pueblo State Park (Pueblo Reservoir) Kentucky - Mayfield, 5 months after an EF4 tornado Tennessee - Nashville - Downtown Walking Tour Tennessee - Graceland Mansion - Home of Elvis Presley Tennessee - Graceland - Lisa Marie & Hound Dog II Jets Tennessee - Graceland - Elvis Presley Automobile Museum & Exhibits Tennessee - Exploring Memphis Louisiana - Exploring Baton Rouge Louisiana - Exploring Lafayette Louisiana - Exploring Houma Louisiana - New Orleans - French Quarter Tour Louisiana - New Orleans - Garden District Tour Louisiana - New Orleans - Creole Queen Mississippi River Cruise Florida - Clearwater Beach Florida - Sanibel Island - Bowman's Beach Florida - Siesta Key Beach Florida - Captiva Island - Turner Beach Florida - Key Largo - Sunset Florida - Key West - Smathers Beach Florida - Miami Beach - Art Deco District Florida - Miami Beach South Carolina - Myrtle Beach Virginia - Virginia Beach Maine - Scarborough - Pine Point Beach

The context: The urge to return to the USA, to explore a new part of the country. I don’t need much convincing to go back to Uncle Sam’s land. My wife’s on board too. So, off we go for my 9th trip to the USA! (I didn’t take notes, so this is from memory)

Day 1: The departure: Flight with two layovers. I usually avoid layovers in the US before the final destination because of immigration. This time, my flight was Lyon/Munich, then Munich/Chicago, and finally Chicago/New Orleans. The layover in Chicago was 3 hours, and since I’d been through this airport twice before and found it super efficient both times, I wasn’t too worried when I booked my tickets—especially with Lufthansa. Unfortunately, there were several flight changes before departure, the last one leaving us with only a 2h14 layover in Chicago. I called Lufthansa to check if that would be enough, and they told me immigration in Chicago takes about an hour and 45 minutes (according to their calculations). So, I left feeling confident. A 15-minute delay leaving Lyon, then a 1-hour delay leaving Munich—now I’m starting to worry. When we arrived in Chicago, we rushed, cut in line, and made it to immigration. And then—an impossible queue. Game over, we missed our last flight. Of course, Lufthansa rebooked us for the next morning, arriving around 10 AM, and booked us a hotel. I found someone to call Alamo in New Orleans to make sure my rental car would still be there. Everything’s sorted—except our luggage, which we have no idea where it is! My little worry is that we land at 9:45 AM the next morning, and we’ve booked a tour at 11 AM at Laura Plantation, which is about an hour’s drive away! Wait and see…

The +: We're back in the USA The -: Once again, flight delays

Hi there. We’re heading out in August from the 3rd to the 23rd to visit our daughter who lives in Nashville, and we’d like to do a road trip from there. 19 days on the ground.

We’re torn between two options:

**Option 1** Day 1 to 4: Nashville Day 4 to 6: Atlanta Day 7 to 11: Savannah + beaches nearby Day 12 to 15: Charleston Day 15 to 16: Asheville Day 17 to 20: Great Smoky Mountains Then back to Nashville for departure

What do you think? We don’t want to drive too much and prefer spending several days in the same place. It’ll be really hot, so the beaches around Savannah and Charleston seemed like a good alternative to sightseeing.

Otherwise, our second idea is Louisiana, but... I’m worried the heat might be even worse there.

For Louisiana, here’s what we had in mind:

Nashville Memphis Vicksburg Natchez Baton Rouge New Orleans Beach near Pensacola? Back via Birmingham Nashville

Thanks so much for your help and tips!!! Sylvie

Can you see the Statue of Liberty when landing in New York?

I'm currently exploring how to create a travel itinerary using AI, specifically ChatGPT.

Question: Bike route from Bordeaux to Paris.

Rough response:

A bike route between Bordeaux and Paris is an incredible adventure, typically around 600 to 650 km depending on the chosen path. Here’s an example of an itinerary with key points:Main Option: La Scandibérique (EuroVelo 3) La Scandibérique is the French section of EuroVelo 3, connecting Bordeaux to Paris through stunning landscapes. This route is well-marked and takes you through small roads and greenways.Main Stages

Bordeaux → Libourne (about 40 km)

Follow the Garonne River, cross the vineyards of Entre-deux-Mers, and reach Libourne, a charming wine town. Greenways available.

Libourne → Périgueux (about 100 km)

Cross the Dordogne with stops in villages like Montpon-Ménestérol. Mix of quiet small roads and trails.

Périgueux → Châteauroux (about 160 km, in several stages)

Through the Parc Naturel Régional de la Brenne. This stage is longer but rich in nature and heritage.

Châteauroux → Orléans (about 110 km)

Reach the banks of the Loire to enjoy the famous Loire à Vélo, a beautiful section with châteaux.

Orléans → Paris (about 140 km)

Pass through the Forêt de Fontainebleau before joining the bike paths along the Seine all the way to Paris.

Hi there, I know these aren’t the most popular destinations on the forum, but I thought I’d give it a shot. I’d love to do a road trip loop next April, and I really want to visit Nashville and Memphis first. Browsing the forum, I saw that Atlanta / Memphis / Nashville / Charlotte / Charleston / Savannah / Atlanta might be a good route. But I’m only planning to go for 14 days, and it seems like that might be too much. What do you think? I mostly want to enjoy the music scene in the area and pass through the Smoky Mountains. I know I won’t have much time to stop for hiking, but oh well... I’m saving Louisiana and New Orleans for another trip. Thanks to anyone who can help me map out my route and make the most of this part of the U.S. that I don’t know at all yet.

We’re two couples planning a 15-day road trip in Louisiana. Do you think 15 days is too long? I’ve seen on some sites that a week is enough. Can we extend our trip to include Texas, or is that unrealistic? Thanks for your help!😊

Bonjour,

Je suis étudiante à Londres mais je suis sur Toulouse et souhaiterais au mois d’octobre rentrer à Londres en vélo sachant que j’ai aussi un chien que je compte tirer avec une remorque ou il sera dedans. Je compte d’abord effectuer le trajet Toulouse - Paris et ensuite prendre le ferry à Dieppe et de paris à Londres rejoindre le chemin balisé qui est fait pour faire ce projet en vélo environ 500km. Par ailleurs de Toulouse à paris je ne sais pas trop comment m’y prendre par où passer pour que ce soit le plus sécurisé et facile sachant que j’ai bcp de poids à tirer. Si quelqu’un peux me donner des conseils ou l’as fait ou à quelques Recommendations je suis prenneuse . Merci Clara

Une fois n'est pas coutume, un petit carnet d'une promenade près de chez moi...

La période de strict confinement est derrière nous. Un rayon de 100 kilomètres pour explorer, les longues sorties à vélo de nouveau autorisées, un lundi de Pentecôte qui nous offre un week-end prolongé... Il n'en fallait pas plus pour fêter à notre façon ce déconfinement ensoleillé. Avec Franckie, et Olivier, nous avons pédalé, campé et nagé, rejoins tous les soirs par JP et ses enfants pour dîner et festoyer. Récit de trois jours, 310 km à vélo, au fil de la Seine, du Loing, du canal du Loing, du canal d'Orléans, de la Loire et de l'Essonne. Un manifeste pour la liberté...

30/05/2020 Jour: 105 km

Départ de Corbeil-Essonnes, le long de la Seine.

Cette route, du moins sur les 40 premiers kilomètres, nous est très familière. Nous l'empruntons fréquemment lors de nos sorties dominicales. Aujourd'hui, c'est différent. Nos vélos sont chargés de tout le matériel de camping nécessaire pour passer des nuits sauvages au bord de l'eau. Aucune contrainte de temps, ce soir, personne ne nous attend. L'objectif est de rester au plus près des fleuves, rivières et canaux que nous allons longer. Les cinquante premiers kilomètres se font donc en bord de Seine. Nous suivons ses boucles avec minutie sur des pistes et chemins aménagés, au cœur d'un décor sauvage et dépaysant.









Les stigmates du confinement sont encore visibles: de la rubalise interdit l'accès aux berges. Stigmates ou héritage d'une histoire récente car l'interdiction n'est plus respectée. Le soleil et l'insouciance nous propulsent déjà dans le monde d'après.

Une jolie piste cyclable relie Morêt-sur-Loing à Montargis en longeant le canal du Loing. Nous la parcourons à vive allure, ce qui n'empêche pas Olivier de saluer tous les promeneurs et autres passants que nous croisons... Il va sans dire que nous adressons toutes nos excuses à tous les promeneurs qui se seraient sentis heurtés ou agressés par ces "bonjours" énergiques.

Hello tous.

En cette période de disette de voyage , je vais me replonger dans notre voyage (road trip ..avec beaucoup de road.. (route).. Surement un avec le plus de miles.. il est vrai que le Texas c’est vaste.. et la Louisiane aussi..

Donc vous l’aurez compris c’est un voyage à travers le Texas (avec des villes comme Dallas bien sur !, San Antonio (la petite Venise), Austin (la capitale), un super parc (coup de cœur) , la Louisiane avec la nouvelle Orléans bien sûr, le pays cajun, une petite incursion aussi dans le Mississipi et bâton rouge et Lafayette.

Bon ce road trip est « un dernière minute »..Décidé en novembre pour novembre… A peine rentré d’Alaska.. je n’avais qu’une seule envie. Repartir… Alain moins… il me disait on a déjà un gros truc prévu en février. Faut pas abuser.. Je m’étais résignée.. et voilà qu’air France fait des promos en miles pour Los Angeles.. Je finis par le convaincre même s’il me dit qu’on connait déjà ce coin. Pas grave toujours tellement de chose à découvrir ! Mais voilà ces prix miles promos…ben en fait faut cliquer direct parce que le lendemain y’a plus rien ..ou plus rien qui va.. ou alors on part et ne revient pas. Ou le contraire ! Mais maintenant j’ai la tête à partir ! Un vieux rêves (bon pas si vieux).. Je veux aller en Louisiane.. Pas de vol direct pour « N O (nouvelle Orléans).. on fera du coup Houston Houston.. Et me voilà entrain d’organiser tout cela… Vols ok.. Voiture ok. (hertz) et les hôtels…qu’il faut organiser dans ces trois semaines.. Parce que pour moi le grand plaisir d’un road trip c’est de tout organiser. Surtout pas de voyage organisé.. C’est l’inverse d’une croisière pour nous. Et même si je m’efforce de trouver des hôtels « correct » dans ces trips on ne recherche pas le luxe.. Bon pas le bui bui non plus. Aller je vous emmène ?

Bonjour à tous, Nous sommes une famille de 3 (avec une petite fille qui aura 2 ans lors du voyage) Nous partons dans 1 mois pour réaliser un road trip de 7 mois en camping car pour faire le tour de l'Amérique du Nord. Le trajet prévu est (en résumé, sinon je vous écris 2 pages de nom de ville ;-) ) Halifax-New York-New Orleans-Houston-Salt lake city-Denver-Las Vegas-Los Angeles-San Francisco-Vancouver-Whitehorse-Inuvik-haines-Jasper-Banff-Ottawa-Halifax

Pour définir le trajet côté USA, je me suis inspiré du forum et aussi du site roadtrippin qui est vraiment très bien fait. Hélas, il n'existe pas de site équivalent pour la Canada et la recherche d'informations est un peu plus laborieuse.

Donc, sur les portions de trajet Vancouver-Inuvik-Jasper, avez-vous des idées de stop, visites, curiosités...? on prend tous! :-) Merci et bonne fin de WE

Bonjour à tous! Je reviens vers vous car j'ai toujours trouvé de bons conseils par ici :) J'ai déjà parcouru les différents posts sur ce sujet mais je n'ai pas trouvé les réponses que je cherchais.

Nous sommes une famille de 4 enfants, adepte des randos-vélo, la plus jeune a 8 ans et est terrorisée par les voitures sur les routes. Jusqu'à présent nous avons donc privilégié les balades le long des canaux. Cette année j'hésite entre deux parcours: - le canal du Nivernais, qui est proche de notre domicile et a l'air très sympa, mais peut-être un peu court pour nous (moyenne 40km/j, nous avons 6-7j de vacances) - la Loire à vélo, mais lorsque j'ai regardé le trajet j'ai pris peur: cela a l'air d'être un mélange de voies vertes et de pistes cyclables, avec parfois du dénivelé pour aller voir les châteaux. Nous ne souhaitons pas particulièrement faire des visites mais plutôt cheminer tranquillement le long de la Loire. Est-il possible de faire la Loire à vélo (disons à partir d'Orléans) en cheminant toujours le long ou près du fleuve, sans avoir de dénivelé, et sans rencontrer de voiture? Est-ce que le trajet vers les châteaux sont des échappées ou font-elles partie du trajet? Quelle est la meilleure portion?

Merci de me faire partager vos avis et vos expériences

Magali