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Bonjour,

Je serai au Vietnam à la fin mai-début juin et je veux me prévoir un 2-3 jours relax sur une plage à me baigner, faire du snorkeling, etc. J'hésite entre aller sur Whale island, réserver un resort à Doc Let Beach ou simplement rester à Nha Trang. J'ai vu que plusieurs disent que Nha Trang ne vaut pas le coup, mais je le garde en option car ça serait moins compliqué pour se rendre et qu'il y aurait peut-être plus de possibilités d'activités., bons restos, ... Parmi ces trois endroits, y en a-t-il un avec une plage plus belle que les autres?

Qu'est-ce que vous en pensez?

Merci!!! 😉

Bonjour,

Je compte m'arrêter à Nha-trang avec mes enfants 13/10/3ans au mois d'août pour 5 jours. Nous hésitons entre Nha-Tranh, Doc-let et île de la baleine. Doc let a l'air un peu isolé et nous nous posons des questions sur les activités possibles pour nos garnements. Si c'est Doc-Let, nous avons choisi Ki-em resort, est ce que quel qu'un connaît ? Combien de temps y a t il entre la gare de Nha Trang et Doc-let par voiture ? Pour un voyage Aller-retour Nha-Trang - Ban Me Thout (haut plateau), combien de temps faut il compter ? (c'est pour savoir si le petit de 3 ans tient le coup)

Merci d'avance

Bonjour,

Arrive le 1/07/2007 a Ha Noi sous la pluie et des cordes, chaleur (38 degres) et moiteur (95/100). Tout de suite dans l ambiance.

Jours suivants : Hoa Lu et Baie d`Ha Long avec 1 nuit sur la jonque. Que du beau temps. Je suis beni des Dieux. Feerique. Repos total et convivialite maximale. Desole pour les grincheux et les malchanceux. Et, je ne peux pas vous decrire la cuisine et les saveurs. Il faut les gouter.

A Hue depuis 2 jours (Bonjour ottlpac), c`est le calme et le repos en attendant la suite. J`ai ete aux restaurants Hoa Vien et Y Thao (pour mes femmes). Que du bonheur. Avec du soleil sans la moiteur du Nord.

Demain, depart pour Hoi An.

La suite aux prochaines episodes.

Bon courage en attendant votre tour.

Bien a Vous.

Un bienheureux. Votre serviteur.

Claude.

Bonjour,

Je pars à Amsterdam du 21 au 24 Mai. Je voudrais avoir le témoignage de personnes qui y sont allées et savoir ce qu'elles ont préféré (quartier, resto, shopping, ballade..).

Est il nécessaire de louer une byciclette? Peut on aller dans le quartier rouge sans crainte? Le métro est il OK le soir? J'arrive à 22h et j'envisage de le prendre pour aller à l'hotel.

Merci par avance de vos impressions, elles me seront bien utiles!!!

@+.😉

“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!

Je m'y prend un peu à l'avance mais l'été 2020 je reviens dans la belle province avec des amis. (j'espère avant seule...)

Je commence doucement à préparer mon itinéraire et je me demande si le lac Saint jean vaut la peine qu'on s'y attarde qq jours (pas pour le zoo st Félicien ou Val jalbert mais pour en faire le tour) . Je ne trouve pas grand chose sur le forum concerant cette région.

Je vous remercie

Annebéné

je voulais vous dire un grand merci a tous pour vos conseils pour les informations que j ai pu trouver dans toutes les rubriques ici tout est odeur couleur et bruit de klaxon 😉 j ai enfin pu gouter a toutes ces choses qui me faisait tant rever aussi bien le plaisir des yeux que de la bouche 😏 quant a la gentillesse et l hospitalite des vietnamiens c est vraiment une realite

bon je vais maintenant aller me baigner un peu vraiment tres tress chaud ici

bon courage pour ceux aui travaillent

Salut, bonjour!

Je pars le WE du 17 juin à 'Dam ( là j'me la joue parceque j'y suis encore jamais allé), à Amsterdam donc, avez-vous (vous, bel(les) inconnu(es) du net ) des idées de logement, on cherche ( on sera deux) une auberge clean et cool. si vous avez des prpositions de trucs à voir, à ne pas rater, pas louper etc... n'hesitez pas je suis preneuse de bons conseils!

Merci

Tcho!

Circa

Bonjour,

Turkish Airlines met en avant sa nouvelle destination sur Manille à 460€ A/R avec escales assez courtes au départ de Paris, voir pour les villes de provinces.😉

Bonjour, Je serai de passage en Syrie pour 2 jours que je compte passer à Damas. Je sais que rien que pour la beauté de la ville, 2 jours sont insuffisantes, cependant, je voudrais bien les exploiter, et j'ai quelques questions : - Qu'est-ce qui serait à ne pas manquer? - Y-a-t-il un service de transport en commun entre l'aéroport de Damas et la vielle ville? Sinon, combien coûte le taxi pour ce trajet? - Comment faire pour aller de Damas à Amman, et combien cela pourrait coûter en moyenne? Un gros merci pour votre aide

Bonjour, J'ai entendu aux infos que le Vietnam venait d'être à nouveau touché par un typhon, qui a fait de gros dégats... Nous avons un voyage organisé d'ici 3 semaines, (circuit du sud au nord sur 10 jours ) et j'avoue appréhender un peu, malgré que l'on nous ai assuré qu'en novembre, il n'y avait plus de risques !!!! penser à son voyage quand les populations sont en grande détresse, c'est pas facile..... Merci de nous donner des nouvelles😉😉

salut vous ! je pars mardi matin pour BKK; j ai un transit a AMSTERDAM et dois attendre de 14H25 A 20H35 .. voila ma question : puis je sortir de l aeroport en prenant le metro pour me rendre a la ville et bien sur revenir a temps pour reprendre l avion sans que cela ne pose de problemes au niveau douane ou zone d embarquement ou autres ... est ce que le temps d attente (vu que mon bagage est deja enregistré ) est aussi long qu au depart de MARSEILLE ? MERCI pour les reponses que vous pourrez m apporter !🙂🙂🙂

Bonjour, je viens ici solliciter vos conseils. Dans 2 semaines je serai à Nha Trang, et je vous avoue que la marais noire m'angoisse. En effet je comptais passer qques jours sur l'île au baleine pour me détendre, mais j'ai bien peur que cela ne soit remis en question. mes questions sont simples : Est ce que vous pensez qu'il n y a pas lieu de m'alarmer et d'aller tout de même sur l'île aux baleines ? y'a til d'autres endroits où je puisse séjourner qui me donnerai le confort et les mêmes prestations que cette île ? toutes informations (photos-site web-adresse etc....) sont les bienvenues. j'ai vu que les éleveurs de fruits de mer, pêcheurs sont touchés par cette marais noire. Est-il dangereux de consomer les produits de la mer que les restaurants nous servent ? (je rêvais déjà de me gouinfrer de langouste, je suis assez démprimée là) Je souhaite passer qques jours sur Nha trang même pour faire les marchés, les restaurants les boîtes....connaissez vous un joli hôtel en bordure de mer avec de bonnes prestations et pas loin des activités qu'offre la ville ? ( mon budget est de 100$ maximum par nuit) en fouillant sur les post, j'ai vu que le Doc Let resort a l'air d'être vraiment sympathique, mais il se situe à 50 km de Nha Trang. Y a t il des taxis qui vous ramèneront au resort si vous participez à la vie nocturne de Nha trang ? combien de temps faut il en train et en car pour faire Saigon-Nha Trang ?

je suis désolée de poser autant de question, et je remercie d'avance les gens qui s'attarderont sur ce post.

Bonne journée.

Bonjour

Nous sommes un couple dans la quarantaine du Quebec, nous désirons partir pour 9 nuits à Paris (6) et Amsterdam (3)....je me questionne à savoir, ou il est mieux de passer le week-end? Paris ou Amsterdam....je tente de bien diviser mon 9 jours.

De plus nous aimerions sejourné sur un bateau a amsterdam....Est-ce que c'est une bonne idée?

Pour ce qui est de Paris, les arrondissement...je pensais faire 3 jours dans un arrondissemnt pres de la seine ( 4-5 ou 6) et 3 jours dans le 17e....que me conseillez-vous?

Nous partons du 20 au 30 sept 2015

Merci

Bonjour,

j'ai bcp lu de posts sur le forum et j'ai deja demande des devis a des agences pour une safari 7 jours en Tanzanie (parc du nord) + extension Zanzibar 5 nuits. Nous sommes une famille: 2 adultes + 2 petits enfants. Nous aimons le confort et la proprete, je dirai que le logement sera en lodges (plutôt que camping ou hotels luxueux).

Les devis recus jusqu'ici sont astonomiques!!!! pourtant je vois que cette destination a du succes, ...

Pourriez vous m'indiquer ce qui vous semble raisonnable comme budget pour ce genre de voyage en haute saison (aout), en mode guide privé et incluant les vols depuis Bruxelles/A'dam ou Paris?

Merci !

Bonjour,

Je part aux Phil au mois de janvier avec la compagnie China Southern Airlines. J'ai une escale de 3h à l'aéroport de Canton pour l'aller et de 5h pour le retour.

Je souhaitais savoir si a Canton mes bagages suivront automatiquement, ou si j'ai besoin de réenregistrer mes bagages? Dans l'hypothèse ou je dois ré-enregistrer mes bagages à Canton, le temps d'escale n'est-il pas un peu court?

Merci pour vos réponses!!

Bonjour.

Je recherche les moyens de transport les plus économiques, les meilleurs qualité-prix, pour les trajets suivants:

- Londres à Berlin ? - Berlin à Amsterdam ? - Amsterdam à Paris ? - Paris à Nice ?

Merci. Cordialement,

Daniel, Granby (Qc)

Comme promis, voici un test avec quelques photos de Dâm Môn et de Phu Quôc essentiellement. Lever de soleil à Dâm Môn (Île de la Baleine)

Plage à Dâm Môn (derrière l'Île de la Baleine)

Hôtel à Dâm Môn (Accès par bateau uniquement)

Baignade à Dâm Môn Mer à Dâm Môn

Dâm Môn - Devant l'hôtel en début de soirée

Dâm Môn - Repas de fruits de mer sur la barge au milieu de la baie. Ne me cherchez pas. Je suis derrière l'appareil.

Phu Quôc - Plage devant l'hôtel (Tropicana Resort)

Phu Quôc - Bai Sao (Plage des Etoiles de Mer)

Phu Quôc - Bai Sao (suite)

Phu Quôc - Nettoyage de la plage Trace de pas du Roi Gia Long (selon la légende) La même par rapport à une pointure 44 Temple dédié au Roi Gia Long à Bai Sao Quelques photos des autres sites. Baie de Ha Long lors de notre séjour de 2 jours + 1 nuit Saut du pont supérieur de la jonque dans la baie de Ha Long Quelque part dans la baie de Ha Long Ballade à dos d'éléphant au Lac de Tuyên Lâm à Dà-Lat Branche d'arbre derrière le véhicule (en panne) en guise de triangle de détresse Drôle de vision avant un virage. Notez le bras du co-pilote pour demander à son voisin de ralentir pour qu'il puisse se rabattre.

Hôi An - Boutique de lanternes le soir

Hôi An - Reflets sur le fleuve Thu Bôn le soir

Fleurs de nénuphar (pas lotus)

Crabes d'eau douce à Cân Tho

Délices culinaires (toujours à Cân Tho)

Je ne suis pas très doué pour afficher les photos sur VF. C'est la 1ère fois. J'en mettrai d'autres plus tard.

Bonjour, Nous partons début juillet pour le Viet Nam, nous sommes 6 et n'avons pris que les billets A/R paris-Hanoi et HCM ville-paris. Concernant les hôtels est-ce imprudent de notre part de ne faire aucune réservation? Est-ce facile de réserver au jour le jour? Nous avons fait ce choix dans le seul but de n'avoir aucune contrainte quant à nos projets et parcours sur place. Merci de vos réponses.

Bonjour, je m'apprête de réserver une croisière avec MSC pour aller en Islande (le 23/07) et voulais savoir s'il y a d'autres personnes qui font cette croisière depuis Hambourg. merci

Hello ! Une fois n'est pas coutume, et comme j'ai très peu de temps, je n'ais pas épluché le forum pour en demander le moins possible !

Je pars pour une semaine au Pays-Bas dans deux semaines. Du jeudi au dimanche je serais en festival à Duiven, près de Arhnem. Est-ce qu'il y a des choses à faire dans le coin, si on est pas trop fatigué.

Puis ensuite je resterai trois jours dans le pays, que je ne connais mais alors pas du tout. Je serais en camion aménager. Que me conseillez-vous ? Je n'aime pas trop les grandes villes mais qqc me dit qu'il faut que j'aille à Armsterdam.

Je suis qqn de plutôt routard, culture "alternative", projet gaucho-écolo, et j'aime l'histoire (même si je ne retiens rien).

Merci !

Avant de mettre mon carnet ici( déjà sur un autre forum) je souhaite remercier tout ce qui m'ont aidé. Mes sites de reference ( roadtrippin.fr, west-usa-dream.blogspot.fr etc ...)



Description et budget

Nous sommes partis a deux, mon amis et moi ( 30 et 42 ans au début du voyage / 31 et 43 ans en fin ! )

Du 5 mai au 24 mai 2016.( 3 semaines )

Circuit effectué en voiture ( Jeep Cherokee 4x4).

Nous aurons dépensé 5400€ pour nous deux tout compris.

Dont avion 1247€ ( 623.5€/ personne) Voiture 580€ ( 19 j avec Alamo/ jeep cherokee 4x4) Essence 230 $ Hotel1522€ ( 80€/ nuit avec hotel.com et en direct ) ( dessus on pourrait enlever le cash back 50€ + une nuit gratuite a utiliser ) Activités 500$ ( cheval/bateau/ state park/casino ) restaurant, repas nourriture 1500$

Circuit : 3621 km route/piste et environ 140km de randonnée et ballade

J1 Las vegas- Henderson. Prise en charge voiture.

J2 Henderson - Grand canyon Route 66 (hacberry/seligman/williams) Grand canyon (hermist rest road)

J3 Grand canyon - Page Desert view drive Little colorado Marble canyon (cathedral wash/lee fery's) Page (horseshoebend)

J4 Page Edmaier's secret Paria rimrock Lake powell (bateau)

J5 Page - Monument valley Lower antelope canyon Monument valley (Scenic drive/cheval/sunset)

J6 Monument valley - Monticello Valley of the godes Moky dugway mule point natural bridge(scenic drive/sipapu bridge/owachomo bridge)

J7 Monticello - Moab Canyonland the needles (cheysler Park viewpoint/cave sping/riverside ruine/scenic drive) wilson arch

J8 Arches Devils garden trail Sand dune arch et brocken arch balance rock the windows double arch delicate arch ( sunset )

J9 Canyonland in the sky Dead horse point scenic drive Mesa arch Green river overlook white rim overlook Grand viewpoint overlook

J10 environs de Moab Mesa arch (Sunrise) Shafer road+ potash road (muselman arch) Botie et corona arch Onion creek

J11 Moab - Torrey Goblin valley Little wild horse canyon

J12 Capitol reef Hickman bridge fruita area Cohab canyon Scenic drive

J13 Torrey - Bryce canyon Scenic 12 Escalante petrified forest Willis creek Mossy cave

J14 Bryce canyon Figure 8 Scenic drive

J15 Bryce canyon - Zion Canyon overlook trail emeralds pool trail

J16 Zion Angel landing scenic drive( navette)

J17 Zion - Overton Yant flat Valley of fire (boucle 7 merveilles)

J18 Overton - Las vegas Valley of fire Las vegas (freemont street/outlet nord/strip

J19 Las vegas Outlet sud signe strip

J20 Las vegas - France Strip retour

Voila pour le descriptif.

Pat 😉

Bonjour, quel est le moyen de transport pour aller de l'aeroport au centre d'AMSTERDAM? Ou acheter les tickets de bus? Ou acheter des excursions? Quelle balade sur les canaux est la plus interessante?

merci pour vosb reponses

Bonjour, J ai déjà posté dans la rubrique aquatique mais ma demande est maintenant plus précise. Voila nous allons aller aux Philippine en février/mars. Nous sommes 4 personnes (2 adultes et 2 enfants de 11 et 13 ans). Nous avons passé en aout notre open Water et souhaitons bien mettre a profit nos acquis en faisant un peu de plongée bouteille.

Nous recherchons donc une destination "plage de rêve" qui reste accessible aisément, pas trop cher et ou l on peut faire des plongées pour notre niveau (18metres)

Suivant mes premières recherches, il semble impossible d éviter de passer par manille. J ai vu qu il est possible de partir de Paris, Frankfurt ou alors de faire un direct avec KLM depuis les pays bas. Si vous avez aussi une autre solution pour voyager rapide et bon marché je suis preneur.

merci pour votre aide

bonjour tout le monde 😉

alors comme convenu je vous donne mes premières impression sur cette croisere:

le bateau:

je le connaissais déjà, petit mais très propre, personnel trés sympathique aussi bien au resto, animateurs, spa... mais il ne faut quand même pas espérer à un bateau super moderne si l'on compare au msc splendida ou fantasia...

les escales:

BILBAO: le centre ville est à 15 km du port, une navette est prévue par msc mais au prix de 12 euros A/R, il y moins cher le métro à 1 km de port pour 3.20€A/R bien plus economique, il vous laisse e plein centre...trés grande ville qui marie l'ancien au moderne avec le célèbre musee guggenheim.

La Corogne: le port est direct en centre ville, si vous êtes interessé par st Jacques de compostelle il faut prendre l'excursion ou alors le train, si vous souhaitais le faire par vous même il faut prendre la ligne de bus n°1 jusqu’à la gare de la corogne puis le train jusqu’à st Jacques pour 9.5€ et on a bien le temps de tout voir et meme le retour se promener dans le centre de la corogne.

Cherbourg: pas la peine de prendre la navette proposée par msc le centre ville est à 10 min a pied. ville sympathique mais rien d'extraordinaire. à voir par contre la cote jusqu'à Barfleur...magnifique mais là il faut louer une voiture ( 60 euros) ou l'excursion msc car pas de gare ni de bus.

Southampton: Londres est trop loin 2h30 de route aller et pareil pour le retour...alors visite de la ville southampton, trés bien pour faire du shopping, mais ville assez sale au moins que je sois tombée pendant la gréve des éboueur.

Amsterdam: le centre ville est à 5 min du port à pied, à faire: se promener le long des canaux, la maison d'anne frank, le fameux quartier rouge avec ces coffoe shop et les prostitués en vitrine, et bien sur le shopping.

La Rochelle: pour ceux qui sont en escale je leur conseille de prendre la navette car la port et très loin du centre ville et pas de bus de la commune...ville splendide, se promener dans les ruelles, le long du vieux port, la tour st Nicolas, et surtout n'oublié pas l’île de rê c'est magnifique.

en ce qui me concerne j'ai passé une agréable croisière dommage que le temps n’était pas avec moi, j'aurai bien aimé un peu plus de chaleur... juste un petit bemol, l'embarquement à la Rochelle n'est pas terrible le port n'est pas équipé de portique donc obligé de se faire ouvrir les valises à l'arrivée...

bonne croisière à tous😛

Bonjour, Je souhaiterais partir dans les semaines (jours) qui viennent pour les Philippines pour 15 jours. Étant un grand amoureux de la nature, j’aimerais faire des randonnées et découvrir le pays avec ses gens et ses coutumes. Savez-vous comment ça se passe? Il y a-t-il une association de randonneur ou de montagnard? Est-ce facile de trouver des guides sur place, sachant que je voyage seul, faut-il réserver pour être intégré à un groupe? Quels lieux méritent le plus d’être vus (15 jours, c’est court)? Et est-il facile de se déplacer sur place? Merci pour tout conseil que vous pourrez me donner. Yohan

Bonjour,

Je souhaite organiser un voyage avec trois amis durant les vacances d'avril. Malheureusement, nous n'avons aucune idée où partir .. Sachant que nous avons 16 ans que nous conseilleriez vous ? Un endroit sécurisé et où il y'a de jolies filles si possible 😛 !

Merci d'avance pour vos réponses ça serait sympa.

Le 29 mars 2010, Air China inaugurera sont premier vol direct entre Pékin et Manille.

Fréquence des vols : trois vols par semaine - N° de vols : CA179 et CA180

Les vols à destination de Manille décolleront de Beijing Capital Airport (aéroport de la capitale Pékin) à 20 h 00 les lundis, mercredis et samedis, pour atterrir à 0 h 55 le jour suivant. Les vols en provenance de Manille décolleront à 6 h 30 heure locale, les mardis, jeudis et dimanches, pour atterrir à Pékin à 11 h 10. Le service entre Pékin et Manille sera assuré sur un Boeing 738.

Ce nouveau service augmentera considérablement le nombre de touristes philippins qui visitent la Chine. L’Autorité du tourisme philippine à déjà un bureau à Pékin, et elle est convaincue d’une forte possibilité de croissance dans le tourisme philippin en Chine. Pékin, Shanghai et Guangzhou sont actuellement les destinations les plus prisées auprès des touristes philippins, qui s’intéressent dans l’histoire et la culture chinoise ainsi que dans la cuisine chinoise. Les passagers d’Air China en provenance de l’Amérique et de l’Europe pourront utiliser Pékin comme point central pour leurs vols sur les Philippines.

Bonjour,

Mon mari et moi allons au Viet Nam en mars avec 20 jours sur place 😎. Apres avoir parcouru les messages, nous nous sommes decides sur l'itineraire suivant, pouvez-vous me dire ce que vous en pensez?: J1: matin - Arrivee a Saigon J2: Sai gon, depart le soir par avion pour Hanoi J3: Ha noi J4: Ha Long avec nuit sur la jonque J5: Ha Long, retour a Ha noi puis train de nuit vers lai chau J6: Sapa mini trek avec nuit soit a sapa soit dans un village (j'avais lu cette option sur un site d'agence mais je ne retrouve plus le nom) J7: toujours Sapa puis retour par train de nuit a Ha Noi J8: Ha Noi J9: matin avion pour Hue J10: Hue J11: Hoi An J12: Hoi An/ Da Nang J13: Da Nang J14: matin - Da Nang/Phu Quoc via Sai Gon J15/16/17: Phu Quoc, depart J17 apres midi pour Sai Gon J18/J19: Delta du Mekong J20: Sai Gon, avion le soir a 20h J21: Retour a la realite :(

Qu'en pensez-vous? Je pense que c'est un itineraire assez classique, peut etre un peu sportif (mis a part phu quoc on ne reste pas plus de deux nuits au meme endroit) mais qui permet d'avoir une vue globale sur le pays?

J'ai aussi une autre question pour vous d'ordre un peu plus personnel, je suis Viet Kieu deuxieme generation, nee et elevee en France (je parle Vietnamien, enfin du langage de tous les jours hein ;), ca ne vole pas bien haut!). C'est ma premiere fois au Viet Nam et j'ai des petites apprehensions. 😊 Quelles sont les reactions des "vrais" vietnamiens vis a vis des viet kieu? S'il y a des viet kieu sur le forum, quelles ont ete vos impressions?

Merci d'avance pour vos reponses