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Je souhaiterai vivre quelques mois au Tadjikistan pour y apprendre la langue et aller à la découverte de la population. Quelqu'un a-t-il des infos à ce sujet ?

On cherche pour l'été 2006 un projet humanitaire en Afrique. Nous sommes 8 au total, âgés de 18 à 19 ans, faisant partis du mouvement scout. En ce moment nous récoltons des fonts par différents engagements : pour d'une part payer nos billet d'avion mais aussi aider les habitants.

J'espère que des personnes pourront nous aider.

Nous cherchons aussi pour l'été 2005 du travail pour financer le camp de l'été 2006. Si vous avez des "choses" à nous proposer n'hésitez pas, merci

Bonjour à tous,

Je suis actuellement en troisième année d'école de commmerce. J'ai le projet avec un ami de parcourir pendant un an (à partir de septembre 2005) la route de la soie : Turquie, Iran, Turkménistan, Ouzbékistan, Tadjikistan et Chine. Nous nous sommes déjà renseignés sur ces différents pays mais nous aimerions avoir des précisions sur l'obtention des visas. Nous manquons cruellement d'informations sur le budget nécessaire à un tel périple.

Nous continuons activement nos recherches mais je me permets de vous solliciter, vous qui pourriez nous aider à préparer ce voyage.

A bientôt

Salut 😉

Je pars dans moins de 15 jours au Maroc et je voudrai avoir une idée du coût de la vie là bas en ce qui concerne les repas, les visites mais également les excursions (quad, dromadaires...) et les souvenirs

N'hésitez pas à me donner vos bonnes adresses et idées pour passer un super séjour

J'ai lu dans un guide qu'il fallait éviter de se promener en short et débardeur. C'est vrai ??

Merci pour votre aide

Je reve de Maroc !!!

Je compte partir un mois, et descendre en van avec une copine. J'en entends des vertes et des pas mures, qu'il s'agisse de sécurité lorsqu'on est que des gazelles ou de soucis technico-mecaniques pour un van sur les routes marocaines...

Je ne sais pas bien non plus quel budget est à envisager, s'il est facile de revendre des camionnettes sur place... et tant d'autres détails qui m'echappent !

Si quelqu'un a vécu des expériences similaires, je suis à l'écoute !!!

merci

🤪 Bonjour, nous partons 2 semaines en Tunisie fin juin, avec pour objectif de visiter les nombreux et à priori fabuleux sites romains.

Nous allons donc bouger pas mal et changer plusieurs fois d'hotels. Nous arriverons sout à Tunis, soit à Monastir, tout dépend des promos aériennes au départ de Lyon... Je viens de regarder les sites Anyway, Promovac, Reservatweb, etc... et je suis effaré du prix demandé par les grands loueurs pour 2 semaines de location d'une compacte (Astra, Mégane) climatisée avec assurances et Km illimités... 1400 à 1800 Euros....!!!!!! A ce prix là, cela remet en cause le principe même de notre voyage.... La location voiture serait Plus chère que l'avion et l'hotel réunis....

Je suis donc à la recherche d'une bonne adresse raisonnable auprès d'un loueur sérieux et surtout qui soit réellement assuré....

A votre bon coeur !!

Bonjour à tous et à toutes,

Je compte visiter la Bourgogne au cours des mois de septembre et octobre prochains. J'aimerais connaître les sites et événements incontournables dans la région. Je m'intéresse surtout à ce qui relève de l'histoire et de la culture en général.

Toute information sera la bienvenue. Merci ! 😏

Bonjour

J'aimerai savoir la temperature de la Tunisie au mois de Mai? est ce qu'il y a beaucoup de touriste?

Les points interressant ce que l'on doit absoluement rapporter?

J'aimerai avoir plus de detail sur cette destination je vous remercie a l'avance

Nath2

Bonjour,

J'aimerais correspondre avec des personnes qui ont eu l'expérience de voyager au Guatemala et, particulièrement, dans les hautes terres. Je projette d'y aller début Avril, en partie pour mes études mais aussi pour y découvrir le pays, pas uniquement dans une démarche style "sac à dos". Quels sont les précautions à prendre quand on voyage seulE, la situation actuelle au Guat- et au Chiapas, comment se déplacer, le budget, l'hébergement...pour deux mois au moins ! Enfin tout ça pour avoir des avis sur la question, le net c bien, les gens c quand même mieux!

Merci tout le monde!

colombina

salut, j'aimerais savoir quel est le meilleur moyen pour ne pas attrapper

la tourista et si les risques sont élevés.j'ai entendu parlé du imodium,

est-ce que ca fonctionne ? je pars dans moins d'une semaine pour

puerto plata (coral marien beach resort by hilton). merci !

j'envisage de me rendre au maroc dans les mois qui viennent, avec ma fille de 18 mois.

je voudrais savoir quelles sont les villes (ou les choses à faire) que vous pourriez me conseiller?

je dirais plutot, "à ne louper sous aucuns pretextes" (villes, activités) quoi!...je ne sais pas encore combien de temps va durer mon voyage entre 1 semaine et un mois, je suppose

quel budget prevoir aussi? prix de la nuit, de la bouffe...

j'aimerais aller voir le désert...mais est ce que c'est faisable sans problème avec une petite de 18 mois?

As I’ve mentioned elsewhere, I inherited my love of travel from my parents and some of my grandparents. A strong passion, but one that was unfortunately limited by our family’s modest resources. Back then, living in northern Alsace, a simple trip to the southern part of the region—with the Wine Route as our destination—felt like an extraordinary journey to a land of plenty for the little boy I was in the late 60s and early 70s. Everything seemed so huge when you were still just a kid. Back then, I was overwhelmed by countless sensations—I was already highly sensitive, with a keen mind and a nose and taste buds that were developing like a pro’s. Which, as I’d later realize, wasn’t always an advantage.



Those magical days always began with a gentle late-spring or midsummer morning. The interior of the white Peugeot 404, license plate 210 LZ 67, had already soaked up the sun before the engine purred to life, and the cabin gave off a scent I could still recognize today—a fragrance I found so pleasant. Back then, I had no idea it was just the smell of warm plastic from the car’s interior. Yes, the scents of the 404 on sunny days became my madeleine de Proust... What’s more, the whole family was unusually cheerful because those moments of relaxation and leisure were rare. Everyone worked, and no one had an easy job or was well paid. Without the *Trente Glorieuses*, these experiences might never have happened.



Once we crossed the canton’s borders, I felt like I was light-years away from my everyday surroundings, and every kilometer plunged me deeper into *terra incognita*. It was thrilling. Far from my so-called "medium-sized" town, wheat fields, cornfields, and cabbage patches stretched out, punctuated by tall poles connected by long wires and topped with vegetation—like giant clotheslines without laundry, where magical beanstalks might grow to touch the sky. Back then, I was still far from tasting their product, which was simply beer. At the time, there was still a significant local hop production. Fun fact: it wasn’t until 2002 that Anglo-Saxon scientists proved hops and cannabis belong to the same biological family.

After the fields, the landscape took another step up as it rolled past the little boy’s eyes, often glued to the windows. First came modest hills, then a succession of rolling slopes that soon formed an unbroken chain. Their 700 meters in altitude felt like Himalayan peaks to me—impressive, inert giants, a whole new world. Gazing at them, an intense emotion welled up somewhere between my stomach and lungs, nearly taking my breath away. What mysteries, what treasures did these heights hold? And then there were the cherries on top—the crowning touch that made the scene even more magical: proud, majestic castles perched on the summits like impassive sentinels. Monuments from the past, yet firmly rooted in the present on their rocky spurs. The little boy’s eyes sparkled—he’d been given a castle for Christmas, complete with battlements, towers, a drawbridge, and fully armed knights. He’d watched and lived *Ivanhoe* on the only French TV channel that existed back then.

Only once did my paternal grandfather join us on one of these trips. A tall, intelligent man with a face that could shift from stern to mischievous, clearly full of humor and charisma. Sadly, his relationship with alcohol had taken a toll on his life and, by extension, those of his loved ones. He had a strong personality—if his boss crossed the line, he wouldn’t hesitate to punch him, which meant he went through a lot of different jobs. Back then, you could quit one job and easily find another. It was quite something to see him in his final stages, hallucinating pink elephants and even drinking perfume when he had nothing else left. The last time I saw him, he’d slipped away from the doctors and nurses while hospitalized in pretty bad shape—at least, I assume his liver was the issue. We were sitting down for a family lunch when the door burst open, and there he stood in his pajamas, eyes twinkling with mischief, clearly pleased with the dramatic entrance. That theatrical moment didn’t spare us from burying him a few months later at the age of 71. One day, my mother told me the family doctor had quietly remarked that it was a shame—with his robust constitution, he could’ve lived to be a hundred. Yes, the family doctor—this was the man who’d come treat you any day, at almost any hour, just for a phone call. It really existed, it’s not a myth!

That day, his wife—my paternal grandmother—was also along for the ride. Everyone agreed that Jeannette was a good woman. She worked as a waitress at *Le Tigre*, the biggest brasserie in town, right in the center. Most customers preferred to be served by her, including local dignitaries and even the mayor. As a kid, I didn’t find her very fun, open, or warm—she seemed a bit stern. Back then, women in their fifties already had the face and build of grandmothers. Same went for men, don’t get me wrong. I had no idea about the struggles she faced because of her husband. I didn’t know that 30 years earlier, she’d had to flee Alsace while pregnant, under threat from Nazi fighter-bombers. I didn’t know she’d had several miscarriages, and that my father—her only surviving child, born prematurely in March 1940 at the other end of France—weighed less than a kilo at birth and was so tiny he could fit in a shoebox. Hard to imagine he’d grow into a strapping man nearly 1.80 meters tall, tipping the scales at 100 kilos. When you come back from summer camp in early August and ask why she didn’t pick you up with your parents, and they gently tell you she’s "in heaven," you don’t realize she passed away at 54 after suffering greatly from stomach cancer that had spread.

Back to that family outing, that enchanted parenthesis. I even remembered where we’d had lunch when I passed through Dambach-la-Ville decades later. One of those charming, flower-filled towns Alsace produces in abundance—and preserves so well. This one sits high on a hill, and I was a bit stunned on the parking lot because the view stretched far, revealing the Alsace plain below—its fields, villages, hills, and forests. The world seemed so vast and enticing that day, even though I was only glimpsing a tiny fraction of it.



The region was already very touristy, but I wouldn’t notice the downsides until much later. That Sunday noon, I discovered a large restaurant filled with diners. I can still see the enormous piece of meat they served me, decorated with a little wooden skewer topped with a flag. I kept that one for a long time. Those were the golden days of rich, flowing, thick sauces—so flavorful—and the era of the world’s best fries, made on the spot with the best potatoes. To top it off, I was *exceptionally* allowed a small bottle of apple juice, Orangina, or—even better if possible—Sinalco. Yes, Sinalco—like Orangina, but better. A brand that must’ve disappeared in the 70s, but why, and what a shame! Since then, Orangina’s little bubbles have taken the brand to the other side of the planet—it’s now Japanese.

Year after year, I’d eagerly await that ecstatic moment when the most beautiful castle in Alsace, the Haut-Koenigsbourg, appeared in my field of vision. The perfect model, the archetype that blended into the landscape at the height of a child’s dreams. The trip home always felt like a reality check—less jarring than an alarm clock, but more diffuse and melancholic. From then on, there was only one wish: *When do we leave again?*

Hi there,

I arrived in Tunisia this afternoon for a full 14-day stay.

I took a direct Tunisair flight from Nice, which departed about thirty minutes late (that’s nothing compared to the "nightmares" I’ve had on some of my recent trips).

The flight lasts around 1 hour and 20 minutes, and a small snack was served on board (a sort of quiche with chickpea purée, a small bread roll, a portion of cheese like La Vache qui rit, and a small chocolate cake). It’s worth mentioning because it’s becoming increasingly rare on short flights. I was seated between two Tunisian gentlemen who gave me some great tips for my trip, especially about negotiating prices. One of them is a former cameraman for France Télévisions, very cultured and well-traveled—his daughter is a journalist at France Télévisions (I found some of her articles online). In short, the flight was very pleasant and quick.



I’m staying at the Hôtel Royal Victoria. I booked it yesterday afternoon by email without providing my credit card number. The room costs 241 TND (71 €) with breakfast included. It has heating, a small fridge, a safe, a hairdryer, Wi-Fi, and a TV with international channels. There’s a police van permanently parked in the square where the hotel is located.

This hotel is housed in the former British consulate and later embassy. It has a lot of charm with its painted wood ceilings and doors, and its bathroom covered in ceramic tiles. The tiny elevator is from another era. The main advantage of the hotel is its location between the medina and Avenue Bourguiba. Nearby, there’s the Magasin Général, where you can find groceries and some typical products like rose water, geranium water, and tons of halwa (a customer kindly explained how to eat it and which is the best).

After nightfall, I took a short stroll down Avenue Bourguiba. There weren’t many people around—it’s windy and cold.

I’ve already noticed the warm welcome from Tunisians. The supermarket cashier welcomed me to Tunisia, and a gentleman I asked for directions to the Magasin Général (I was about to climb stairs leading to a mosque!) insisted on inviting me for coffee, but I declined.

The rest of my itinerary will depend on the weather. If it doesn’t rain tomorrow, I might visit Carthage since the Bardo Museum is closed on Mondays, as are the museums in Sidi Bou Said.

TO BE CONTINUED...

We arrive in the evening in Marrakesh, and a taxi arranged by our friendly Riad is waiting for us. The driver takes us to the door, where we’re briefly greeted by our hosts. The room is heated—phew—because it’s really cold on this January 17th for our arrival. Riad Alisma, where we’re staying for 2 nights. The next morning, it’s pouring rain when we wake up, but after a good breakfast, the rain has calmed down. Off we go to the medersa, which allows for a relatively sheltered visit. We’d visited this palace 15 years ago—it’s been renovated since then.





From there, without the rain, we wander aimlessly and eventually end up near the tanneries, but it’s Sunday, and there’s very little activity. Of course, we get hassled by a tout.



Here, the hides after being treated with lime—I love the colors.

We part ways a bit annoyed. He gets a little revenge by giving us bad directions, and we end up outside the city walls. We decide to take a taxi to the new modern art museum—60 dirhams for the 5 km, which is nothing when you think about it. That tout, who we didn’t ask for anything and made it clear we weren’t buying anything, dragged us into a shop supposedly only open that day and demanded 50 dirhams for his "services"! Let’s forget that bad moment and enjoy the exhibition at the MACAL.



The taxi on the way back drops us off at Place des Ferblantiers, not far from our Riad. We’re a little peckish—it’s worth mentioning that at lunchtime, we only ate a plate of beans from a street vendor. So, we buy a bunch of little sweets, each more delicious than the last, at Ajar. We snack while sipping mint tea and watching life go by around us. A final visit to the Museum of Moroccan Cuisine on our way back helps us dodge a few more showers. Then it’s back to the Riad. The atmosphere in the city is heating up—it’s the AFCON final tonight. The temperatures, though? Not so much. We ordered a meal at the Riad, and it was a good call—not only was it really tasty, but the rain also picked up again. Our day in Marrakesh ends under the covers with a good book and some photo sorting. Still, we managed 10,750 steps. View of our Riad



Tomorrow, we’ll pick up our rental car from Medloc and head to Essaouira.

Hey everyone, I’m over in East Borneo in mid-July. I’m struggling to wrap up the end of my itinerary, even though it’s pretty straightforward (long but simple). Last year, we did Malaysia (KL and the mainland + around Kuching).

Day 1 – Arrive in Kota Kinabalu early, stroll around town and hit the must-sees. Day 2 – Excursion to Tunku Abdul Rahman Park, snorkeling at 3 islands. Day 3 – Hike around Mount Kinabalu without summiting (450 per person, no way). Day 4 – Poring Hot Springs + evening flight to Sandakan. Day 5-6-7 – Kinabatangan River (still looking for the right guide). Day 8 – Sepilok for the orangutans, the Sun Bear Centre, and Rainforest Discovery Centre. Day 9 – Selingan, turtle island. Day 10 – Head to Semporna. Day 11-12-13-14 – Sipadan, Mabul, Kapalai. Day 15 – Bohey Dulang. Day 16 to Day 25: I’M STUCK.

I looked into Danum Valley, but for 3 days/2 nights, they’re quoting 650 € per person—come on, that’s ridiculous. I checked out a detour into Indonesia (still East Borneo), but I’m having trouble deciding what would be amazing. I read about Sangalaki + Kakaban (2 islands, 1 base) / Mahakam Delta - Kutai (orangutans and river) / Sungai Boh (Dayak Kayan) – jungle & culture. But honestly, I’m struggling to finalize this itinerary. If we venture that way, we’d head back to KK from Balikpapan.

What do you all think? Thanks in advance!

The recipe for the cocktail: endless beaches, a dazzling palette of colors, some breathtaking hikes, and excellent cuisine...

For the tasting, follow along in the pages of this travel journal! 😉

Don’t forget your hiking shoes, a swimsuit, sunscreen, but also a sweater, your driver’s license, and your credit card...

Just over 11 hours of flight, and we’ll be setting foot on Mauritian soil!

Hey fellow travelers!

This isn’t meant to be a full-on travel journal—just a little springtime dip into the Moroccan coast (and maybe a bit more if we click).

For our third trip to this country, we set off for 8 days in early June 2025, *sure* we’d be greeted by non-stop sunshine...



...and well, that didn’t happen! The gray stuck around for a day, then two, then three (while back home in the Landes, we had gorgeous sunshine 🤦‍♂️😂).

Now, unlike us, the Morocco experts here probably already know this, but apparently, it’s pretty common—especially in spring—when the warm air from inland meets the cool ocean breeze. Locals even have to warm up with hot water bottles, can you believe it? 😄!



And of course, it had to happen now, since our plan is to follow the coast from Essaouira to Mirleft!!

Oh well, we’ll see how it goes—but luckily, this first stunning sunset made up for the weather 🌅.



See you soon to anyone who’s up for it! 😊

I'm starting my first travel journal since VF reopened!

This will mostly be to share my impressions and some photos, with a few days' delay, but I'm starting this journal while I'm still here.

First, I'd like to thank those who helped me prepare for this trip.

I was able to organize this stay in one of the most expensive countries in the world thanks to the home-exchange principle. Not necessarily a direct swap, but through a points system, which is more practical for choosing where you want to go without it having to be a reciprocal exchange.

For this trip, there will already be two different accommodations. We'll see how it goes after that.

The first place is near Yverdon-les-Bains, close to Lake Neuchâtel.

So, we're going to explore this area!

We arrived under capricious weather that won’t leave us for the next few days!

We had dinner at a pizzeria recommended by *Le Routard* in Yverdon, then took a little nighttime stroll through the town center before heading inland to settle into our accommodation.

We discovered a very large, quiet house—and especially the cat that stayed behind! Funny for a couple of mice! He’ll be sleeping with us 😹

Hi there, My departure is slowly approaching, and now that I’ve got my Russian visa sorted, I’m fine-tuning the rest of my trip to Tajikistan. Since the Tajik visa is no longer required for stays under 30 days (for French nationals), I’ll need to visit the Ministry of Interior (OVIR) to register within 10 days of entering the country. No big deal, though, since I had to go there anyway to apply for my GBAO permit. 😉 However, I’ve *seen* several reports from travelers (mostly motorized) mentioning that you need an entry permit for Kyrgyzstan, which has to be arranged in advance at the Kyrgyz Ministry (consulate?) in Dushanbe. Otherwise, you’re *stuck* at the Kyzyl-Art border (with no Wi-Fi, of course, to try and sort it out). The most recent report was from a year ago, so I’d love to know if this is still the case and if it’s indeed at the Kyrgyz Ministry (consulate?) where you need to go for this pre-authorization. Does anyone have any recent info on this? Thanks in advance!

And nowhere else...😉

Hotel La suerte loca in Sidi Ifni. Move along quickly! LIAR AND DISHONEST. Not to mention the state of the rooms. That’ll come later.

I booked three nights on-site without a bathroom in room (No. 16). I had called the day before to check availability. The next day, they told me I couldn’t stay in that room on the third night but offered to move me to another room—even more run-down than this one—and without a bathroom. They claimed there had been a mistake and the room was already booked, which is completely false. I’ve been traveling for 20 years and can spot hoteliers’ tricks. The woman running the place checked all her online sites and her schedule before confirming the room was available. She was sure. Especially since they display the booking schedule in front of each room to avoid mistakes. So, a pure lie. For what reason?

For me, two options: either take the run-down room for cheaper without a bathroom or leave. Great customer service. I found another hotel, Safa, a bit further away, at the same price with breakfast—100 times more luxurious and comfortable than this place. Or just down on the beach, Hotel Aït Baamrane, same price or even negotiable, and still much more comfortable.

When I left in the morning, they barely said goodbye, not a word of apology, no gesture to make up for kicking me out. NOTHING, NADA!

The woman running the place, with her fake friendliness and hypocrisy, only cares about one thing: money.

Otherwise, the place could be great if it were properly maintained. Instead of repainting the balconies, they should replace the mattresses, which are completely wrecked. The only good thing about this hotel is its location above the sea.

Otherwise, Room No. 16 was recently repainted. Every time someone uses the water, there’s a huge noise from the pipes and vibrations. The walls are paper-thin (figuratively speaking)—when neighbors talked or coughed, it was like they were in the room with me.

I had to wait to check in because of cleaning, but once inside, the bedside tables and the table were filthy (see photo). In the bathroom, there’s a stale smell of old urine and sewage due to the worn-out toilet pipes (see photo), with minimal lighting. The showerhead is disgustingly dirty. The gray duvet is dirty and very old, as are the blankets, which are dusty and grimy. The Wi-Fi worked in the room the first day but not the next.

And finally, the worst part: the mattress is completely wrecked and sagging. The springs dig into your body. Horrible! Instead of repainting, they’d do better to change the mattresses.

As for meals, the prices are outrageous. This hotel relies on its old popularity, but it’s not worth 190 dirhams for this room. I’d say it’s barely worth over 100 dirhams. Since I’ve been in Morocco, I’ve stayed in palaces for 130 dirhams with breakfast.

So, my advice: don’t trust the reviews and avoid this place. You’ll find much better at the same price, as mentioned above.

Here’s a little story about my first trip to Japan with my partner. We went for our first visit from October 29 to November 13, 2024.

I had planned this entire trip back in November 2020, but given the health situation at the time, I had to cancel...

Here’s the classic route we took:

We booked everything ourselves and got a regional pass for the area from Kyoto to Hiroshima. The hotels were reserved 3 months in advance on Book... and Agod... (1030 € for 2 people for 13 nights = 80 €/night). For the flight, we chose a Qatar Airways flight with a layover to break up the long journey (950 € per person). We also got a pass on the same site (Japan-Experience) to take the train connecting Narita Airport to Shibuya Station (the N'EX Narita Express). Since the airport is 75 km from central Tokyo, we opted for this mode of transport, even though there are cheaper alternatives. After reading various posts on VoyageForum, I understood how important it was to have a Welcome Suica card to pay for public transport (subway, tram, bus, boat throughout the country), and we were able to buy one at Narita Airport. It turned out to be super useful! After a long but smooth journey, we found ourselves at Narita Airport in the evening. Even though we had a pass for the Narita Express, we had to go to a counter to make a reservation for the train (mandatory). Then, once we arrived at Shibuya Station, we took the subway for 2 stops and finally reached our hotel, exhausted (Hotel Asia Center of Japan – 270 € for 3 nights with breakfast included).

Hello everyone,

I’ve been to Morocco about fifteen times, but I’ve never posted a travel journal here on Voyage Forum. Why? I have no idea… Maybe because this section was so active, with lots of stories and photos. I thought sharing my adventures in *al Maghrib* wouldn’t be very original. Today, this space feels quieter, so what if I tried to give it a little life back, modestly? With some help…

This trip will be different. From the start of my relationship with Richard, I was determined to introduce him to *my* Morocco. But he was a bit reluctant… He’ll tell you about our 2022 meeting, and I’ll illustrate it with my photos, just like we did with our India travel journal.

Je suis a la recherche de menus idéal pour avoir une alimentation équilibré en voyage a vélo qui pourrai donner assez d'énergie pour la journée et éviter les carences et autres fringales . Merci pour vos idées .

Tout fout le camp... Chorizo ou pas ? Un illustre chef espagnol ravive le «paellagate» (Mais moi j'en ai toujours mis... 😛 )

Bonjour,

Comme beaucoup ici mon passeport restera donc dans son tiroir cet été. Mon vélo, lui, restera dans le garage et c'est en France, et à pied, que je vais voyager. Départ de Calais dans la semaine prochaine. L'idée est de rejoindre Hendaye, en 3 mois environ. J'ai déjà traversé la France en marchant il y a une dizaine d'années ( de Saint-Malo à Menton ). Je crois que j'ai réuni tout mon matériel ( je vais bivouaquer le plus clair du temps, donc le sac sera plutôt lourd ). Je vais étrenner mes Meindl en cuir toutes neuves pour l'occasion, donc je prends des kilomètres de sparadrap pour éteindre mes ampoules 🙂. Par contre je me demandais s'il existait une crème qui détend muscles et/ou tendons en fin d'étape ? Quotidiennement je pédale beaucoup mais je n'ai pas beaucoup marché ces derniers temps et j'ai peur des jambes-piquets du petit matin, surtout au début...

L.

Bonjour à toutes et tous.

Florian 34 ans, je vis en Provence et je roule en 660 Ténéré. J’envisage un road trip fin septembre ou octobre en Afrique, départ de Sète pour le Maroc, visite Maroc (route et un peu off-road) puis route vers Dakar et ferry retour. Je pense que 10 jours sur place seront suffisants. Je suis un prudent motard depuis une dizaine d’année mais débutant en off-road. J’ai quelques notions en mécanique, ça peut toujours aider.

Si des compagnons d’aventure (4 personnes maxi me semble bien) veulent se joindre à moi pour partager cette expérience.

Au plaisir. Florian.

Bonsoir à tous,

Profitant de la liaison Orly - Dakhla opérée par Transavia, j'ai pris mes billets, pour un aller le 28 décembre et un retour le 4 janvier prochain, sous réserve que les frontières soient réouvertes. Je pars seul.

De l'aéroport de Dakhla, il me faudra partir en bus ou en taxi collectif pour Nouadhibou, passer la frontière avec la Mauritanie, soit environ 4-5 heures de route jusqu'à Nouadhibou, voire plus.

L'avion arrive à 11h50, le temps de récupérer mon sac de la soute, de passer les contrôles, de trouver un transport, je compte une bonne heure minimum.

Pensez-vous qu'il soit réalisable d'envisager un départ le soir même de Nouadhibou vers Choum par le train de minéralier ? Où peut-on trouver les horaires dudit train ?

Ayant un budget assez serré et peu de temps, je pense me concentrer sur la région de l'Adrar. Il s'agit là d'un premier voyage, je n'exclus pas d'en faire d'autres si le premier me plaît.

J'ai commencé à prendre quelques renseignements auprès des agences locales d'Atar, mais j'ai l'impression que bien souvent elles proposent des circuits sur 6 jours, ce qui risque d'être compliqué eu égard à la date de mon vol retour, et du temps nécessaire pour rallier Atar depuis Dakhla.

J'hésite entre deux options : soit me baser à Atar et prendre plusieurs excursions à la journée, soit prendre un tour sur plusieurs jours (4 ou 5).

Mon budget prévisionnel étant de 800-1 000 € , quelle option vous paraît la plus raisonnable svp ?

Je n'ai pas d'appétence pour le confort, je peux dormir en tente et manger comme les locaux, je ne suis pas difficile là-dessus, bien au contraire. Mon budget vous semble-t-il approprié eu égard à la durée de mon séjour ?

Je ne suis pas contre faire du dromadaire plutôt que de la voiture, mais je ne me rends pas compte de la différence au niveau du prix.

Concernant mon problème de temps, il se pose aussi au retour. Mon avion décolle à 11h55 de Dakhla. Ayant un bagage à enregistrer, il faudrait que j'y sois vers 10 heures.

Il me faudrait donc prendre le train de Choum vers Nouadhibou la veille (combien dure le trajet environ ?) puis trouver un chauffeur dans la nuit à Nouadhibou pour être sûr d'arriver à Dakhla. La question des horaires de passage du train à Choum se pose donc. Ce timing pour le retour vous paraît-il réaliste ?

Ultime question : l'argent. Comment cela se passe-t-il ? J'imagine que les distributeurs n'y sont guère monnaie courante, aussi on paye tout en liquide ?

Merci d'avance pour vos réponses, j'ai pas mal voyagé, mais très peu en Afrique, et c'est mon premier voyage que j'organise vraiment seul, aussi, je serais très reconnaissant pour tout conseil qui me sera prodigué.

In early March, full of carefree joy and happy to return to Morocco, we landed in Marrakech under the sun. We spent just one night in Marrakech at the Hôtel Toulousain, as we did on our previous trip. And we booked our 3 nights for the end of our trip, the second half of March... Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! But we’re not there yet...

Our first goal is to reach Magdaz, a mountain village in the Tessaout Valley, sometimes called the lost valley. We discovered the village of Magdaz on this forum, and we were charmed by the photos and comments from travelers who came before us. The road is easy—it’s dry, and the tarmac takes us right to the village gates at over 2,000 meters above sea level. We arrive in the afternoon and are left speechless by the beauty of the place. A jewel of Berber architecture! Perfectly restored granaries and kasbahs!



A young man from the village guides us on the visit and opens the doors to the terraces overlooking the village.

Several magnificent collective granaries have been beautifully restored. The warm colors of the stone capture the light wonderfully. It’s stunning!



We won’t find anything decent to stay overnight there, so we head back down a bit and settle in at the Assounfou guesthouse. Lovely welcome. The place is in excellent condition and very clean. It’s spacious, but we’re the only ones there. First day full of promise!

En ces temps de confinement, il devient assez difficile de voyager. Mais il nous reste encore cependant une façon de voyager : la table ! C'est pourquoi j'ai eu l'idée de cette nouvelle discussion. Vous qui avez voyagé, vous avez très certainement ramené de vos voyages des recettes qui vous ont plu et qu'il vous arrive de refaire chez vous, avec les moyens du bord, parce qu'elles ont ce petit goût inimitable de voyage. Amis internautes, je vous invite ici à nous faire partager vos meilleures recettes. A vos claviers !