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nous avons reservé des billets pour la maroc (bruxelle/marrackech) avec jet only que pensez vous de cette compagnie? prestations/ponctualité/securité? merci

bonjour, je part au iles grenadines fin septembre et j'aurais aimer avoir les impressions de personnes y etant deja aller. merci beaucoup !!!

Salut a tous!! je dois m'envoler avec mon amie a Lima avec retour par Quito en Septembre sur Iberia et de ce que j'entend dire sur cette compagnie me refroidis quelque peu ( je sais, l'essentielle est d'arrivé) mais quand meme 12h d'avion et surtout au prix que ca coute! Sachant que je fut un habitue d'Air Couscous alias Air Algérie qui dans le genre compagnie désastreuse ( horaires fantaisistes, "hotesse" au bord de la crise de nerf, hygiène déplorable...) et billets hors de prix est ce qu'il ya de pire! Quelqu'un ayant pris Iberia "Madrid - Lima" récemment pourrait me parler de son expérience? Merci d'avance🙂

Bonjour, Je voudrais connaître le meilleur itinéraire par la route :

Départ de TARBES a Néjine (150Km de Kiev).

Les bonnes adresses pour hôtels et restautants sur le parcours !

Connaître l'état des routes, la sécuritée des arrêts, Les aléas !

Me contacter : bertranou65@yahoo.fr

Bonne route et bon voyage à tous .

Bonsoir, je souhaiterai reserver mon billet pour visiter Alcatraz, je voudrai savoir si on peut le faire par internet et si oui sur quel site?

combien de km de tanger frontiere mauritanienne .merci

bonjour, est-ce que la sécheresse touche également le sol luna mares? Est-ce que quelqu'un a de l'information à ce sujet? merci😊😮😮

hello a tous,

Pour mon prochain voyage, je pense aller au NEPAL. Je souhaiterais Passer au Tibet et au Bhoutan, Par la route en partant de Katmandu. 4X4 ou Camion.

1)Est-ce jouable en janvier?

2)une femme seule?

3)quel prix?

Merci d'avance a tous.

amicalement titina alias corinne

😎 salut je pars en thai et Vietnam pour le mois de janvier, ou peut on dormir tranquille dès l'arrivée à Bangkok. Merci

salut à tous,

si par hasard des gens du quebec ou du canada se trouvent sur ce forum et qu'ils savent quand les saisons de ski commencent et finissent (pour info, en france, c'est dècembre-avril), merci à eux d'avoir la sympathie de m'en faire part!

Hello everyone,

For our latest 3-week family trip (yes, the kids are growing up, and two of them are about to enter the working world), we’re heading to South America! For our first time on this continent, I had planned a classic 3-week loop in Peru.

But since we won’t be returning to this part of the world anytime soon, I thought: why not follow in the footsteps of Franck, aka Bibouns51, who, in 18 days, didn’t just stick to Peru but also added two of the planet’s most stunning landscapes to his itinerary... the Salar de Uyuni in Bolivia and its neighbor, the fabulous Atacama Desert in northern Chile !!

So, I set about the tricky task of limiting the regions we’d visit in Peru to those we considered must-sees, to avoid rushing too much. The visit schedules were optimized, including several comfortable overnight buses that have the huge advantage of letting us hop between regions.

So, we’re off on a somewhat adventurous trip with three domestic flights (two on the first day and one on the last), two overnight buses for quick hops, several car rentals, the services of a few drivers to make the trip more comfortable, and even a tour operator for crossing the Salar...

Our main concern is altitude sickness, and we’re bringing Diamox, aspirin, etc., just in case.

Our second worry before departure was not even getting off the ground... Yes, for once, we’re leaving from France—Marseille, to be exact. The week before our departure, with the surprise air traffic controllers’ strike, I remembered why we usually prefer to leave from abroad, like Turin or Barcelona... In the end, it wasn’t the air traffic controllers who made us nervous but the early July wildfires that paralyzed the airport a few days before our departure. Fortunately, the fires were quickly brought under control, and on the big day, everything was smooth sailing!

Detailed itinerary (which changed on Day 1 due to departure hiccups): Day 0: Flight Marseille - Madrid - Lima PERU Theoretical and abandoned Day 1: Flight Lima - Cuzco and visit Cuzco (Puka Pukara, Tambomachay, Cristo Blanco Observatory, Sacsayhuaman sunset) - Night in Cuzco Day 2: Taxi -> Chinchero - Moray - Maras Salt Mines - Ollantaytambo - Train to Aguas Calientes Day 3: Machu Picchu - Return train to Ollantaytambo Day 4: 2-day taxi -> Pisac - Tipon - Andahuaylillas - Huaro - Night in San Pedro Day 5: Palcoyo - Checacupe - Vinicunca - Return and night in Cuzco Day 6: Day in Cuzco (catch-up on Sacsayhuaman, San Blas district, Temple of the Sun) - Overnight bus to Arequipa Day 7: Rental car -> On the road to Colca Canyon, night in Cabanaconde Day 8: Descent to the bottom of Colca Canyon, night at Oasis Sangalle Day 9: Ascent from the canyon - Maca - Chivay - Return and night in Arequipa Day 10: Visit Arequipa (Santa Catalina Convent, La Recoleta Church and Monastery, La Compañía Church, Cathedral) - Overnight bus to Puno Day 11: Lake Titicaca - Night in Puno BOLIVIA Day 12: Shared taxi -> Road to La Paz, visit downtown La Paz - Night 1 in La Paz Day 13: Moon Valley and Las Animas Valley - Night 2 in La Paz Day 14: Day in La Paz - Night 3 in La Paz Day 15: Flight to Uyuni - Day 1 of Salar de Uyuni tour - Night at the edge of the Salar Day 16: Crossing the Lipez region and lagoons - Night near Laguna Colorada Day 17: Sol de Mañana CHILE Day 17 cont.: Pre-booked transfer to SPDA - 4x4 rental - Pukara de Quitor - Stargazing tour - Night 1 in SPDA Day 18: Death Valley and Moon Valley - Night 2 in SPDA Day 19: Miscanti and Miniques Lagoons, Salar de Aguas Calientes and its Piedra Roja, Tebenquiche Lagoon and Quebrada del Diablo - Night 3 in SPDA Day 20: Rainbow Valley and swim in the Puritama River - Night 4 in SPDA Day 21: Tebenquiche Lagoon - Bus to Calama - Flight to Santiago Day 22: Return Santiago - Madrid - Marseille

Day 0 - 11/07: Destination Lima

Our first flight from Marseille went smoothly to our Iberia layover in Madrid.

In Madrid, just after getting off the plane around 8 PM, and as we were walking through the terminal, we got a rude awakening!!

We saw the word "Cancelled" next to our flight number on the display boards. Thinking it must be a glitch, we checked another screen, but the system was stubborn, and the same dreaded word appeared !

So, we headed to the Iberia counter, where an agent confirmed that our Friday evening flight was canceled and rescheduled for the next morning. The reason? A breakdown and no replacement plane, even though we were in Madrid, Iberia’s home base!

To make matters worse, I remembered our super-tight schedule, planned to the minute, with no buffer day in Lima. Since I’m a bit phobic of megacities and hadn’t found anything appealing in the Peruvian capital in our guidebooks, we’d planned to leave Lima as soon as possible for Cusco, the heart of the Sacred Valley, to spend our first day there.

Bad idea, because we already knew the 4-hour buffer wouldn’t be enough, and we’d miss the domestic flight, which was, of course, non-refundable and non-changeable. So, we had to call LATAM from Madrid to find another flight for Saturday evening and negotiate a rate to recover some of our initial outlay.

After an hour on the phone with customer service, several endless holds, and three failed attempts to dictate our credit card number over the phone to a Spaniard speaking English with a thick accent, we finally managed to confirm the transaction, securing our new flight tickets for a moderate extra cost of just 150 € total.

At first, we were pretty bummed about losing a day and incurring extra fees to reschedule the domestic flight, but then, when we learned from an Iberia customer service rep that we’d receive the max compensation of 600 € per traveler, we even ended up grinning... because 3000 € in refunds for only losing the first day in Cusco? We’d sign up for that 10 times over!!

Iberia then took care of us, putting us up in a hotel where we had dinner before a short 5-hour night and an early morning departure. I took the opportunity to improvise a quick day of sightseeing in Lima, focusing on the Barranco and Miraflores districts.

It’s an understatement to say that Japan is a world apart. All around me, people exclaim: "How lucky you are to be able to go there! I’ve always dreamed of visiting, of finding myself in that culture blending tradition and technology!" Yes, they’re right. Until the moment their dreams become reality and things appear as they truly are, without the filter of fantasized preconceptions. Because in the collective unconscious, Japan indeed seems like a civilization—if not neutral—at least stripped of any social maturation. As if it had emerged all at once from its canonical ages, offering only the best of its traditions, and as if those traditions were undoubtedly the foundation of its extraordinary discipline. Yet, as always, the truth is far more complex. Modern Japan is likely shaped by its millennia-old traditions. But that Japan is also the result of its own uncertainties and contradictions. I’ve always been wary. I’ve never understood why the cleaning women on the platform bow when the train arrives. At some point, too much discipline, too much deference—it makes you smile, it raises questions.

Finally, thanks to F., a dream is coming true! Not the dream of going to Japan—a country I’ve visited more than any other, except for Réunion and the UK—but the dream of completing the fastest round-the-world trip of my career. Indeed, due to the restrictions imposed by the Russians*, the plane flies over the Caucasus and China on the way there; on the return, it gracefully heads toward the Arctic after skirting the Aleutian Islands, Alaska, and Greenland. So, in nearly 26 hours of flight, I complete my 6th round-the-world trip. A round-the-world trip with just one stopover. Or two, if you count our impromptu detour to Okinawa.

(* In response to Western sanctions, Russia closed its airspace to Western airlines on February 28, 2022, except for Air Serbia, Turkish Airlines, Pegasus, and Belavia. This decision adds 2 to 3 hours to flight times and, incidentally, increases operating costs.)

The empire of noise. The empire that dazzles. In Japan, the auditory and visual space is constantly fed. No respite. You have to be strong. Navigating public transport feels like playing the most advanced video game: moving between language barriers and a different organization, the hero tries to ignore the numerous visual and auditory distractions. Mostly auditory, though. Because in Japan, there’s a culture of noise that has undoubtedly inspired our national railways. Everything must be announced. So, here and there, all along the route, we find agents whose sole role is to endlessly repeat safety messages through megaphones more or less suited to the situation. The result is a constant murmur, a kind of tinnitus, a subtle but incessant buzz that fades only at bedtime and returns with a vengeance at first light, when we descend back into the supposedly sterile depths of Osaka’s subway. "To go right, please turn right, kudasaï. When descending the stairs, please mind the steps, kudasaï. To go straight, please take the left corridor, kudasaï." That *kudasaï* ("please" in Japanese), I assure you, has permanently lodged itself in my auditory cells.

Screens are no exception; the brain is constantly stimulated. But paradoxically, passengers massively retreat into their own worlds via their screens. Literally glued to their phones, earbuds firmly in place, people escape into the virtual aisles of a furniture store, a game, a movie... In the train cars, raised voices are rare. The field is clear for announcements and other jingles. Each stop is announced by a little tune unique to each station. Simply incredible.

If we usually judge a country by the welcome its inhabitants offer, in Japan, we’re left wanting. Indeed, the Lost in Translation* spirit doesn’t just apply to verbal exchanges—it applies to everything, especially non-verbal communication. In Japan, me, the slightly North African Corsican, I’m at a loss. I speak loudly, I gesture, in front of a hotel concierge just as lost. Each for our own reasons. Yes, he speaks some English, but we can’t seem to connect. It’s a losing battle trying to find a bit of compassion from a local who’s far from familiar with Western concerns. I try to buy tickets for the World Expo? I run into a systematization as rigid as it is abrupt, which the concierge can’t seem to navigate. While we might still have a shred of common sense, here in Japan, everything is digitized. Soon, no one will be surprised that a QR code becomes essential just to go to the bathroom.

(* Film by Sofia Coppola, released in 2003, which explores isolation, unease, Japanese culture, and language through the experiences of two protagonists.)

In the end, we get that ticket for the Expo. After providing personal information on yet another account created for the occasion, we buy electronic tickets—a QR code, then—to regulate the comings and goings, the souls and aspirations of all these wandering beings scattered across the globe. And it’s probably for the best... Because we’ll be tens of thousands of visitors—100,000 to 150,000 per day—walking the aisles of this enormous improvised amusement park, a kind of delirious superstructure surrounded by the Grand Ring, the largest wooden construction in the world. Inside the park, the pavilions, flagship vessels of their respective countries, compete in ingenuity, proportionate to their GDP, to attract visitors. But you have to wait up to two hours to visit the most popular ones! Fortunately, about a hundred countries can be explored without waiting in shared, more spacious areas. What will I remember from this adventure? The beauty of that wooden structure, despite any environmental or financial considerations—200M € for barely renewable elements; a certain poetry, even magic, in the expression of this event—conversing with Juliette Petit, the splendid representative of Vanuatu, had something indescribable; a close-up experience of Japanese discipline when it came time to return to the subway after that epic evening—thousands upon thousands of people converging at the same time toward a single place without any interruption in the flow.

But my real passion is the countryside. So, I’ll especially remember that brief escape, on the very first day, to the Mino-o waterfall, where the journey itself was already enchanting. Quickly leaving the underground lines, our train speeds through the city’s endless expanse and drops us at the foot of a hill, the abrupt edge of the urban sprawl. The slope was too steep to build anything? We leave behind an impressive hotel, a capitalist eyesore defying the laws of elevation to tackle the climb toward the waterfall. A bucolic walk where the stroller can choose between a paved path or more epic trails. Here and there, stalls, temples, everywhere, a certain serenity. The city’s pulse gives way to a magnificent spectacle magnified by giant sequoias. From the depths of a ravine, we try to glimpse the sky beyond the foliage. Everything is oversized. Here, you can breathe.

***

In reality, Japan has never undertaken any real work of memory. Aside from a few feeble gestures to appease Washington in its choice of Asian partners, one wonders if the Japanese have ever truly grasped the horror they were forced to participate in. While our Judeo-Christian society has more or less assimilated the notions of forgiveness and self-questioning, where does Japanese society stand, juggling a millennia-old Zen philosophy and the unabashed Machiavellianism of an emperor utterly possessed? Is it just me, or does there float in the atmosphere a kind of unease, a malaise, an awkward relationship with reality? For me, bowing to a train as it enters the station is just the result of a poorly directed moral dilemma...

Ah, how distant is the time of sakoku, that closure of the country—both concrete and ideological—that was in vogue for two centuries. Because if no one could enter, no one could leave either! A boon for neighboring countries. But from 1854, following the skirmishes of Commodore Matthew Perry, who demanded Japan’s participation in trade, the country suddenly became aware of the disparities separating it from the West. Bring Japan up to the level of other nations? Industrialization, competition, search for raw materials... Hirohito (1901–1989) emerges on the scene, a bit expansionist and willing to stop at nothing to achieve his goals. Above all, he knew how to use, in his own way, the incredible capacity for self-sacrifice of his people...

We protest, we condemn, we all rally behind an acceptable discourse when it comes to discussing the use of the atomic bomb. Yet, we forget one essential thing: Hiroshima wasn’t enough to make Hirohito yield. While we’re bombarded with anti-fascist elements, as if the sole purpose of school curricula were to prevent us from voting for the National Rally, we completely overlook those events of rare cruelty that took place on the other side of the globe at a time contemporary with Nazi atrocities. Why? Because it was farther away, on the other side of the world? Because we must both condemn the use of nuclear weapons and Nazism? What a dangerous game. Killing civilians is beyond comprehension, everyone agrees on that. But hasn’t Japan ever been guilty of such atrocities? Our empathy is legitimate; it won’t, however, remove from my mind the idea that there was no other solution. Nagasaki is the most telling proof of that.

At least in France, in school textbooks, Hitler will have completely overshadowed the existence of people crueler and more abject than him. Certainly, Adolf was a deeply disturbed man whom events propelled to power. But I’m justified in believing that his approach was probably more humane than that of Joseph Stalin at the height of his art*. And if Hirohito followed the same line as Hitler, in the sense that he represented the superior race, he would apply with conviction what was Stalin’s credo: contempt for his own people when sending them to slaughter, and an even fiercer contempt for the human race when it didn’t have the good fortune to be Japanese. Just look at how China was invaded and by what means millions of Chinese were annihilated, burned, deported, buried alive! Operation Scorched Earth or Three Alls Policy for kill all, burn all, loot all? No comment. Even today, the Japanese are convinced they waged a patriotic war, when clearly, that war served only vague ideological (and certainly economic) interests.

(* "In many ways, Hitler’s National Socialism was far more humane than Communism: it wasn’t unthinkable to speak to the SS or the Gestapo, and dissuading them from sending you to a prison camp wasn’t utopian. To some extent (compared to the Communists), you could still expect a semblance of justice. All those who lived under Hitler and under Communism will tell you: as the front lines shifted, they always managed to end up in Germany, where, though it was a strange place ruled by a madman, life went on. Under Communism, there was no life; totalitarianism was absolute. Probably, Hitler’s conservatism prevented him from fully imitating Bolshevism." Seraphim Rose in The Revolutions of the 19th and 20th Centuries (circa 1970))

In Naha, we visit two strategic sites: the Imperial Navy headquarters and Maeda Escarpment, in Urasoe, better known as Hacksaw Ridge. I love this confrontation with history. In the hand-dug tunnels of the headquarters, we meet Japanese people seeking information. They’re not responsible for this tragedy. Neither are we. I would have liked to tell them that, to hug them, to move on. To finally believe in those peace messages displayed here and there. Yes, it’s curious to read those calls for peace* when no real work of memory** has been undertaken. Two civilizations, two perspectives, a profound misunderstanding. When I analyze the waste of that war—and particularly the waste of those Pacific battles—like Peleliu in autumn 1944 and Okinawa in spring 1945—I can’t bring myself to share in the pathological patriotism that reigns within these walls. There, the room where the last message of Admiral Minoru Ōta was transmitted in Morse, praising the merits of the archipelago’s people. A tangled mix that, yes, is charged with positive emotions but, no, won’t remove from my mind the idea that this people was completely conditioned, completely disconnected from reality. Allying with the Axis powers? Invading the South Pacific? And finding that noble! Everyone sees things through their own lens.

(* Peace Declaration by Denny Tamaki, Governor of Okinawa, June 2020. ** "Recognizing the atrocities committed by one’s country requires a mix of democratic culture and self-confidence that is more the exception than the rule." Dominique Moïsi in Les Échos, April 30, 2015)

Okinawa. 200,000 dead. Stemming from bushido, the way of the warrior, this conditioning reached its peak with the kamikaze philosophy in particular and suicide in general. So, schematically, here’s how things went: as the island was encircled—Peleliu, Iwo Jima, Okinawa—and all hope was lost, the order was given to kill ten American soldiers before taking one’s own life. The deceit of this system, where surrender is synonymous with dishonor, involves creating tunnels and secret pockets where Japanese soldiers hide and from which they emerge. Long before the atomic bomb, the knell of their war had sounded. Hiroshima and Nagasaki are just the result of human pride, of which Hirohito’s reign is the finest example. Why was this henchman of Satan left in place until his death? I don’t understand. While the humiliation inflicted on Germany repeatedly was abject, especially for its people, the absence of any real and pressing accountability for Hirohito in this large-scale carnage he instigated leaves room for the wildest interpretations. As if to underscore my point, Emperor Naruhito visited Okinawa the same day we did, paying his respects to the inhabitants who fell in battle. I looked at the faces in the monorail serving the south of the island. There were elderly people who undoubtedly lost their parents eighty years ago. To what extent can they blame this tragedy on the delusional visions of their leaders?

On Maeda Escarpment, I salute the courage of Desmond Doss, that conscientious objector who fought to serve his country while refusing to ever carry a weapon. There, at the top of a steep ridge, you can see to the north the Allies’ advance, while to the south, the slope is gentler down to Shuri, in front of the headquarters. The underground is a Swiss cheese filled with enemies. Desmond works as a medic. He manages to save 75 wounded from certain death by evacuating them at night from the battlefield using makeshift ropes. Back in Osaka, far from the somewhat dilapidated tropical islands, I rediscover the splendor and grandeur of Japan’s second-largest city. To tell the truth, and this applies to Okinawa too, the density is so insane on this archipelago that you sometimes wonder if it’s not just one giant city spread across the vast territory. Because between Tokyo and Osaka, while there are some mountains and forests, it’s the city that dominates; during rush hour, a rapid train connects the two cities every five minutes. We get lost in rather quiet alleys parallel to the main streets, only to find ourselves in the covered and lively galleries of Dōtonbori. We’re looking for a place to eat—above all, we’re trying to navigate the unlimited options stretching endlessly along the sidewalks. It’s absolutely mind-blowing. And while I introduce F. to a part of history that our Western societies have quickly forgotten, he initiates me into Japanese gastronomy despite my well-known aversion to Asian food. But nothing beats having a master in the field! We feast on okonomiyaki, Japanese pancakes expertly prepared and served on a teppan embedded in our table.

Night falls on Japan, and I still haven’t found the answer. Like in Singapore, one can praise the calm and serenity of human relationships, the delicacy that may just be hypocrisy, the politeness, the discipline. But above all, we notice that in the absence of freedom, in the absence of madness, poetry struggles to take root, boredom looms, as does real madness. Bushido still exists, honor is there and must be preserved. But the youth drowns in electronics and in willingly sterile cults (otaku), unable to discern what’s essential, failing to believe in their dreams. You have to succeed? Young people commit suicide because of school bullying, the slightly older ones because of work-related difficulties or marital problems. Nothing exceptional, we might say—average*—but you’d expect better from a country so well-organized, a country that makes so many Westerners dream. Yes, night falls on Japan. Empire of noise, empire of the senses, a very strange land where you find clean toilets in subway corridors but where the very meaning of life seems stifled by the mirages of technology. Above all, a civilization deprived of a penance that would prove salutary. We’re caught between two waters. Those of a shallow modernity without depth or anchor; those of a past that was majestic but irreparably tainted by the demonic madness of an overly adored emperor.

How can one fully thrive when guilt has no outlet?

(* France and Japan share a common statistic of 17 suicides per 100,000 inhabitants, which, depending on density, means 30 per day in France and 70 in Japan...)

Hello, We’re planning a trip to Patagonia for November–December 2026. After reading forums, blogs, and guidebooks, we’ve sketched out a rough itinerary and would love to hear from experts. We initially wanted to rent a camper van, but it’s hard to find options and we have no idea about prices. We’ve settled on starting in Bariloche, crossing into Chile for the Carretera Austral, then back into Argentina before crossing into Chile again for Punta Arenas, and finally ending in El Calafate to drop off the car. We don’t want to make any advance reservations so we can stay flexible based on weather and road conditions. Do you think this route is reasonably doable? And if you have any idea about the cost of renting a car for 17 days with a different drop-off location and the paperwork needed for border crossings… Thanks a million in advance for your replies! Céline

Day 1: Flight – 24 hours of travel, overnight on the plane Day 2: Arrival in Buenos Aires, overnight in BA Day 3: BA, overnight in BA Day 4: BA, overnight in BA Day 5: Flight to Bariloche, overnight in Bariloche Day 6–7: Seven Lakes route, overnight in Bariloche Day 8: Drive to La Junta, overnight stop Day 9: Drive to Puerto Tranquilo, overnight in Puerto Tranquilo Day 10: Catedral de Mármol, overnight in Puerto Tranquilo Day 11: Drive to El Chaltén, overnight stop Day 12: Arrival in El Chaltén, overnight in El Chaltén Day 13: El Chaltén, overnight in El Chaltén Day 14: El Chaltén, overnight in El Chaltén Day 15: Drive to Punta Arenas, overnight in Punta Arenas Day 16: Punta Arenas, overnight in Punta Arenas Day 17: Punta Arenas, overnight in Punta Arenas Day 18: Drive to Torres del Paine, overnight in Torres Day 19: Torres del Paine, overnight in Torres Day 20: Torres del Paine, overnight in Torres Day 21: Drive to El Calafate, overnight in El Calafate Day 22: El Calafate, overnight in El Calafate Day 23: Flight to BA, overnight in BA Day 24: Flight to Paris

And we still haven’t seen everything! Before setting off for new horizons at the end of this year, it’s time for me to share my trip to Cape Verde this summer 2025.

I particularly love these spontaneous trips, and our stay in Cape Verde is one of those because it was only at the beginning of April that we decided on this getaway, which had been catching our eye for a while, given our love for the mountains.

As always—well, when it’s open—I turned to VF, and I want to immediately thank Marie, aka ptitortue, who helped me a lot in planning this trip through her travel journals and our exchanges!

Because Cape Verde is both small and vast! We decided not to rush from one airport to another, to enjoy the places and the people, but also to relax, since the work backlog from being stuck in May (see my previous travel journal 😅) had to be caught up on in June.

So, 4 islands will be our winners from 06/28 to 07/19:

Santiago first for logistical reasons, as round-trip flights from the capital Praia were the cheapest (650 €/person from Lyon via Lisbon with TAP, still!)

São Vicente, because it’s the gateway to the next one but ultimately more than that...

Santo Antão, pretty much the main goal of the trip since Marie (and the photos) had really sold it to me.

And finally, Sal Island, for some rest—a non-negotiable condition for my other half—and we’ll see that I should’ve listened to Marie...

That said, what a chatterbox I am—buckle up, flight attendants at the doors, off we go on new beautiful escapes! (Thanks to Sophie for the easy loan)

Last note for my eager fan club 😏: yes, there will be alcohol—how could there not be in the land of grogue!

It starts here:

https://voyageforum.com/v.f?post=10790234;a=10790234

Hi there, Who’s going to be in Ladakh this summer solo and up for a north-south trek in Zanskar? I’m planning an off-trail route… the kind of path where, like last year, I ran into a bear. Pretty rare, let me tell ya!!! Option: a guide and one or two mules to travel light and support the locals, or go self-sufficient—we’ll see. I’ve got a contact, so I can sort this out! No agency, just a direct arrangement with a local from Kanji, a remote hamlet. Open to discussion.

Jérôme

Hi there,

Do you know any tricks for traveling on a budget? With flight prices constantly rising, it’s a real lifesaver!

“Slow travel” is a concept that some tout as a philosophical revolution in travel. But on closer inspection, it’s nothing more than a marketing repackaging of an age-old practice.

This term is wrapped in an aura of intellectualism. It promises to reinvent the experience of travel by valuing slowness, contemplation, and cultural immersion.

The term “slow travel” claims to bring depth to travel, but it often relies on clichés.

Taking your time, meeting locals, avoiding quick visits—these practices have always existed and are nothing revolutionary.

Before the era of airplanes, high-speed trains, and express stays, traveling necessarily meant taking your time. Pilgrims, merchants, and explorers already practiced a form of “slow travel,” without hashtags or self-proclaimed spiritual guides.

Crossing lands on foot or by horse required total immersion in the landscapes, cultures, and unpredictability of the journey. Yet, no one attributed philosophical intentions to them: it was a necessity.

Slow travel, in its current version, may be less a philosophy than a reflection of the contradictions of an affluent class searching for meaning in a world they help overload.

So-called “slow” travel is presented as a privileged way to understand a culture, but this claim is debatable. A region never represents an entire country.

Immersing yourself in a community doesn’t guarantee a complete or more authentic understanding than any other way of traveling.

Slowness in itself doesn’t guarantee depth or ethics. You can immerse yourself in a place over a weekend, just as you can spend months in a country without grasping its subtleties.

By positioning itself as an antidote to “fast” tourism, slow travel fetishizes a temporality that only makes sense if it’s accompanied by real openness and an effort to integrate.

But this over-intellectualization often masks a desire to belong to a trend or a need to stand out socially.

Behind this posture sometimes lies a whim: the urge to reinvent one’s life elsewhere in an idealized form. But this quest for elsewhere remains fundamentally a way to escape or respond to unease, rather than a true commitment to the cultures visited.

When we talk about “encounters” while traveling, we often forget that these exchanges are facilitated by biased contexts. As a traveler, you’re seen as a temporary visitor, unattached, and that changes the dynamic.

Locals, whether curious or used to tourists, adopt a different stance than they would with a neighbor they see daily.

This interaction is also tinged with asymmetry: the traveler has the luxury of time and availability, while in daily life, personal concerns often take precedence over the desire to connect.

The flip side is that the openness displayed while traveling is often a facade. We boast about chatting with a fisherman or sharing a meal with a local family, but how many of these encounters lead to a real understanding of cultural differences or sincere reflection?

Once home, these moments become anecdotes, social trophies to show off, without fundamentally changing our relationship with others in our daily lives.

By imposing a definition, we push people to adapt their practices to fit an idealized model. This can lead to a paradoxical standardization: “slow travel” becomes a checklist of behaviors (meetings, immersion, slowness).

The “bobos” (bourgeois-bohemians), often in search of meaning in a world saturated with options, believe that giving a name to a practice grants it legitimacy or moral value. But this obsession with framing and theorizing travel only drains it of its spontaneity.

Someone who grew up at the crossroads of multiple cultures, on the other hand, doesn’t feel this need. For them, traveling isn’t a philosophical project but an intrinsic part of their life.

The very concept of “slow travel” can seem absurd: why glorify what’s simply natural?

Why try to turn into an ideology what should be a personal, intimate experience, free from semantic constraints?

Ultimately, this need for labeling, this frantic quest to name every gesture, reveals a society craving simplicity.

Travel, in its purest form, doesn’t need justification or slogans. It doesn’t need slowness or speed: it’s simply lived.

Perhaps the real challenge is to unlearn this Western habit of conceptualizing everything that should simply be felt.

For many, travel is a parenthesis, a temporary break from daily life. But if we reject this distinction between “home” and “elsewhere,” every human life becomes a continuous journey through varied environments.

From this perspective, “slow travel” loses all meaning, because living somewhere—whether for a week or five years—is part of the same experience of adaptation.

So, we ask the fans of marketing slogans: is travel a parenthesis or a journey?

“Slow travel” is often driven by a Western eco-bobo ideology, tinged with post-colonial guilt. This discourse promotes a supposedly virtuous way of traveling while forgetting that these practices remain a privilege.

Far from deconstructing power dynamics, it sometimes reinforces them by glorifying a different kind of consumption, still centered on comfort.

There’s also a condescending side to this rhetoric. By idealizing slowness, slow travel advocates imply that those who travel quickly or on a budget are less “authentic” in their approach.

Yet, isn’t that a form of contempt? Do those who leave for a well-deserved week after months of hard work deserve less consideration?

Concepts like “slow travel” or “sustainable tourism” seem hollow when reduced to marketing slogans or standardized behaviors. They confine travel to preconceived frameworks, stripping it of its spontaneous and unpredictable dimension.

Instead of categorizing, it would be more relevant to recognize the plurality of human experiences without trying to define them.

Slow travel doesn’t invent anything. It simply puts into words—and often slogans—what travel has always been for those who practice it with intention.

Maybe we should stop trying to theorize every movement and simply rediscover travel for what it is: a human experience, sometimes slow, sometimes fast, but always personal.

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Hello, This summer, a kayaking expedition in Spitsbergen will attempt to reach the 80th parallel north, which is practically the northern tip of the island. We're looking for crew members. No need to be an experienced kayaker—navigating a sea kayak is within everyone's reach. This trip mainly requires good physical condition: in addition to paddling, setting up and taking down camp is energy-intensive, and there are also night watches (it will be daylight all the time) to guard against polar bears. You also need to be comfortable with isolation (3 weeks) and the unpredictability, especially the weather, of such a journey.

The expedition is organized by the agency Grand Nord Grand Large. All the details are on their website. I should mention that I have no affiliation with this agency, but this trip has already been postponed twice due to insufficient participants, and I’d really like it to happen this time. I’ve kayaked in the Arctic before, both in Spitsbergen and Greenland, but this is an exceptional adventure.

Looking forward to paddling together among the icebergs, Didier

Hi everyone,

Attached is an itinerary we’d love to do as a couple, and of course, the question is whether it’s doable.

(Hoping you can decipher my handwriting!)

Thanks for your replies and suggestions!

Hello,

In these post-COVID years, South Africa (SA) has drawn me back again... The long-time forum members will say I'm a bit obsessed (I've now surpassed 20 trips to this country, including 2 in Namibia)... But new readers can find my old travel journals and enjoy this new installment. So, three new trips... each lasting a month... always too short. I’ll try to be pragmatic.

Let’s start with the basics! You can plan your trip from your couch with complete peace of mind. Through any Booking site or directly (sometimes cheaper), I’ve never had any issues with my direct bookings—they’ve always matched what was promised. For national parks outside KwaZulu-Natal (where it’s KZN Wildlife), use the SANparks website, or Nature Reserve for that type of "accommodation." Air France, Lufthansa, or KLM... depending on the year and circumstances. Most flights are overnight, allowing you to arrive early in Joburg and... leave this city I don’t much like as quickly as possible. KLM offers a daytime flight to Cape Town... just arrange your first night’s stay. You drive on the left in SA (you knew that, right?)... you get used to it. Passport: must still be valid for 6 months with several blank pages... Car rental? A car is pretty much essential, whether for short or long trips. It’s safer too. Aside from the secure Gautrain in Joburg and Cape Town (CT from now on), I don’t take the train. Except for the red bus drop-off/pick-up in CT, I don’t take the bus. In this specific case, it’s practical because you can access all of CT’s spots—including the famous Lion’s Head—without worrying about parking or traffic. These past three years, I’ve chosen Around About Cars as my rental company. I’m very satisfied with them. What kind of car? It depends on what you’re doing and your budget. The vast majority of roads don’t require a special vehicle. In a park, the "high ground clearance" of SUVs lets you see animals better and helps avoid potholes (the SA version—ostrich-sized), speed bumps (our "sleeping policemen" with a big belly), and tackle the last few kilometers or 100 meters that can be a bit rough with complete peace of mind. Do your research. For me, it’s 4x2 or 4x4 depending on... South Africans drive fast... and I feel safer that way. International driver’s permit? Legally required! Never asked for by a rental company, only once by the police—but I stood my ground, confident, and it went smoothly. Road checks? Yes, often—at least two every time, but they’re relaxed... Note that if a police officer wants to give you a fine, it must be done at the police station—insist on going there... they’ll usually drop it. If they suggest paying on the spot in cash to "make things easier"... it’s just for their pocket. There’s a special "police alert" number—remind them of it! The rand is the South African currency. Nowadays, cards work in many places. But note: a car rental company will ask for a credit card, not a debit card. Be careful: cash is no longer accepted in SANparks camps and other places (entrances, etc.)! It’s card only! I always carry some cash. I order it from Yeschange (sounds dodgy, but it’s very reliable). Phew... What an introduction!

Bonjour, Fin 2019 j’avais réservé des billets d’avion avec Air canada directement pour octobre 2020. Comme nous pensons que les frontières seront encore fermes on aimerait annuler notre réservation. Air Canada propose de bon de voyage ou bien de convertir en miles aéroplan la valeur des billets. Connaissez vous ce système ? Est ce qu’en convertissant en miles aeroplan on pourra plus tard réserver un vol avec d’autres compagnies ? Y a t’il un limite ? Qu’en pensez vous ? Merci par avance.

Bonjour,

Nous (2 copines) aimerions faire un trip en Mongolie (désert de Gobi, randonnées pédestres et équestres dans les steppes, ...) Est-ce un pays suffisamment sûr pour que 2 femmes puissent voyager seules sans danger ? Notre idée est de partir sac à dos et d aller où le vent nous mène, est ce faisable dans ce pays? (Transport , logement, etc...) Merci de votre aide. Pascale et Laure

Bonjour Nous repartons à Bali en mars, pour la 10ème fois. Cette année nous aimerions découvrir le pays Toraja, en Sulawesi et avoir un aperçu des Togians. Toraja+Togians en 10 jours ça me paraît court, mais est-ce jouable ?(du12 au 23/3) Avez-vous des contacts /guides/guesthouses à recommander ? Si je laisse tomber les Togians, que privilégier à leur place ? Merci pour vos conseils

Bonjour à tous,

J'avoue avoir pas mal tergiversé avant de me décider à publier ce carnet. Car l'Asie du Sud-Est, à commencer par la Thaïlande, est une zone sur laquelle beaucoup de carnets ont déjà été publiés, notamment par des voyageurs qui sont devenus de vrais spécialistes du secteur.

Et puis finalement, ce voyage en famille fut un tel régal qu'il me semble normal de faire un retour sur VF. J'y prends régulièrement des infos pour préparer mes voyages (merci notamment à Anne alias Xeta pour son carnet et ses infos pratiques), alors ce carnet sera un juste retour des choses.

Tout aurait dû bien commencer pour ce voyage car, contrairement à nos avions pour l'Indonésie en 2015 et pour le Nicaragua en 2017, qui avaient tous les deux été annulés au dernier moment alors que nous étions quelques centaines à poireauter en salle d'embarquement, notre avion pour Bangkok a bien décollé, lui, en temps et en heure. Mais sans nous quand même !

En effet, quelques jours plus tôt, le brevet des collèges que passait notre fils aîné avait été décalé de quelques jours par le ministre pour cause de... canicule ! Les école maternelles n'ont pas été fermées mais les collèges qui accueillaient le brevet, si ! Allez comprendre. Toujours est-il que notre avion s'est trouvé à décoller quelques minutes seulement après la fin de la dernière épreuve du brevet, nous étions donc un poil trop courts pour l'attraper. Nous avons ainsi dû décaler notre vol de 24 heures. Nous attendons d'ailleurs toujours le remboursement partiel auquel nous avons droit mais peu importe, c'est une autre histoire...

Si je cite cette anecdote qui n'a apparemment rien à voir avec la Thaïlande, c'est parce qu'une fois arrivés à Bangkok, le monsieur à l'accueil de notre hôtel nous annonce qu'il a annulé par erreur les 3 nuitées que nous y avions réservées. J'avais pourtant envoyé 2 mails de confirmation de notre réservation en précisant que nous manquerions juste la première nuit et j'avais reçu une réponse positive, mais il a fait la boulette quand même ! Bref, après le coup de l'avion, quand ça veut pas, ben ça veut pas 🤪

Nous prenons donc la nouvelle avec le sourire (quoi de plus normal dans ce pays !), alors que notre interlocuteur de l'hôtel, lui, n'esquisse pas le moindre rictus. Il paraît que quand on va au pays du sourire, il y en a toujours un qui fait exception à la règle. Pour nous, ce sera donc celui-là ! Mais ce n'est pas bien grave, tous les autres rattraperont le coup après lui, au fil de notre séjour...

Enfin bon, après une demi-journée perdue bêtement pour chercher un autre hôtel, puis pour le rejoindre au milieu de l'intense circulation de Bangkok, notre voyage peut enfin commencer. Sauf que c'est l'heure de manger puis de se coucher. Le voyage commencera donc enfin demain.

BANGKOK

Selon le dernier classement des villes les plus visitées du monde, Bangkok se situe à... la première place ! Devant Londres (2e) et Paris (3e), excusez du peu. Et si certains quartiers ne sont pas spécialement sexy, certains sites en revanche constituent de pures merveilles et justifient un tel classement.



Après tous les problèmes que nous avons rencontrés d'emblée dans ce voyage, il ne nous reste plus qu'un jour pour visiter Bangkok, au lieu de deux et demi comme initialement prévu, sachant que nous y reviendrons une demi-journée au milieu du séjour.

Nous allons donc manquer de temps pour visiter la ville mais bon il faut faire avec et nous allons essayer de voir le maximum de choses pour cette première journée que nous n'avons pas volée !

Nous commençons donc par traverser, rapidement hélas, le marché aux fleurs.



Il paraît qu'il est ouvert 24 heures sur 24. En tout cas lors de notre venue, il n'y a pas foule mais l'endroit, où il y a également pas mal de fruits et légumes, est vraiment agréable.

Nous enchaînons par l'un des fameux temples de Bangkok : le Wat Pho.



Son architecture nous dépayse totalement et je dois dire qu'avec le stress énorme que nous a causé pendant une semaine le report de notre départ, ce lieu sacré nous fait un bien fou. C'est pour vivre ce genre de moments que nous aimons tant voyager.



Alors bien sûr, le temps n'est pas très beau (pas étonnant, on est en juillet mais ça au moins, c'était prévu), contrairement au site !



Là, ça y est, notre voyage est enfin bel et bien lancé.

A l'intérieur de ces bâtiments multicolores, les bouddhas sont omniprésents et rivalisent de sérénité.





Le plus grand et le plus impressionnant d'entre eux, c'est Bouddha couché, représenté sur son lit de mort juste avant d'atteindre le Parinirvāṇa (la fin de l'existence physique pour qui a atteint l'éveil).



Ce magnifique bouddha est entièrement recouvert de feuilles d'or. Il nous impressionne.

La salle qui l'accueille, bien que très grande, semble trop exiguë pour cette statue qui en impose : 46 mètres de long sur 15 de haut.



Et que dire de ses pieds, qui sont au moins aussi beaux que tout le reste : incrustés de nacre, ils représentent les 108 actions qui ont permis à Bouddha d'atteindre la perfection.





Ci-dessus : la plante du pied de Bouddha

Un peu plus loin se trouve le sanctuaire principal : l'Ubosot. A l'intérieur, on retrouve Bouddha, mais assis cette fois. C'est en dessous de cette statue toute en or et en cristal que sont conservées les cendres du célèbre roi Rama Ier (1737-1809).



A noter enfin que dans l'enceinte du Wat Pho, on trouve également une école de médecine et de massages traditionnels, qui fut créée pour assurer la transmission des savoirs ancestraux.

Aujourd'hui, elle assure la formation des étudiants venus du monde entier. Les visiteurs peuvent d'ailleurs se faire masser dans les règles de l'art, même si l'attente peut parfois être un peu longue...

Bon, finalement, il commence bien ce voyage en Thaïlande. Nous enchaînons avec un autre temple, le Wat Arun.



Contrairement au Wat Pho qui est très coloré, la Wat Arun apparaît plutôt blanc de loin. Mais de près, on constate que c'est une infinité de petites mosaïques colorées qui constituent ce gigantesque ensemble.



Une partie seulement des escaliers du prang central (72 mètres de haut) est ouverte au public, ce qui est suffisant pour avoir une jolie vue sur Bangkok quand le temps s'y prête... ce qui n'était pas le cas le jour de notre visite !

Si les deux temples que nous avons visités nous ont impressionnés, que dire de celui que nous allons voir dans la foulée : le Wat Phra Kaeo. Mais je posterai la suite dans un prochain message, ayant déjà presque atteint mon quota de photos...

Bonjour, je vais à Marrakech en avion au mois de mars, l'aller se fait avec Easy jet qui est direct, mais le retour se fait avec Iberia et une escale de 5h à Madrid. Est il possible de sortir de l'aéroport pendant le temps de l'escale, sachant que nous n'avons pas de bagage en soute ? Comment savoir s'il faut changer d'avion ? En vous remerciant pour vos précieux conseils. Sandra

Après 4 voyages aux Etats-unis et plusieurs tentatives d'écriture de carnets de voyage sur ce forum, me revoilà une nouvelle fois ici suite à mon dernier périple.

Je tiens d'abord à remercier les différentes personnes m'ayant donné de précieux conseils afin de programmer ce voyage le mieux possible, en particulier Gilou02

Comme dis précédemment, j'ai plusieurs fois entrepris l'écriture de carnet de voyage de mes précédent Trip mais ce n'es clairement pas mon fort, je n'ai pas la qualité d'écriture et de rédaction des personnes sur ce forum.

Toutefois, je voudrai vous partager mes différentes vidéos que je vais réaliser de ce voyage afin de vous en faire profiter autant que possible. Ce n'est donc pas à proprement parler d'un carnet de voyage, mais j'espère que cela plaira à certains d'entre vous

Je trouve qu'une video apporte des sensations différentes par rapport au photo, alors j'espère que vous profiterez des paysages de ces videos.

Pour les grandes lignes de ce voyage :

33 Jours 12 500 Km de routes 12 Etats et pas moins de 20 Parcs nationaux 0 villes visité, que du paysage

Elements concernant la première video :

Sur les 12 jours que contient cette vidéo, il y as bien eu 6 jours de pluie ... Les aléas de la méteo vers Seattle .... Nous m'avions prévenue ^^

Redwood national Park Crater Lake National Park Smith Rock states Park Mont rainier (Rapide il faisait pas beau) Sea to Sky Road Wells Gray Provincial Park Mont robson Jasper National Park Banff National Park Glacier National Park (Part 1)

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Bonjour à tous, Nous louons un Nissan avec tente sur le toit chez Campingonline. Voyage 15 décembre 2019/14 janvier 2020. Je cherche les meilleures cartes à acheter sachant que nous voulons faire le maximum de pistes et le minimum de goudron (nous avons un TOYOTA HDJ80 en France et avons l'habitude des pistes y compris dans les déserts). J'ai repéré celle-ci : Carte routière de la Namibie NAMIBIA ROAD MAP (1:1.160.000), Livret pratique A4, clair et fiable, idéal pour la planification et le voyage, toutes les routes, logements et lieux d'intérêt Carte – 2019 Claudia du Plessis (Auteur), Wynand du Plessis (Auteur) Qu'en pensez-vous? Merci d'avance pour vos réponses. Bonne journée à tous.

Les réservations de vols intérieurs sont-elles fiables?surbooking, vols retardés...Je séjourne en argentine du 26 janvier au 23 février.