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Hi there, I’m planning to spend two short weeks in Scotland in June, renting a car in Edinburgh with the goal of focusing on the islands. If I can only see two (due to tight timing) out of Lewis, Skye, and Mull, which would you recommend?

I was thinking something like this:

Nantes Edinburgh Flight Edinburgh Ullapool Car Ullapool Lewis / Stornoway Ferry Lewis Car Harris / Tarbert Skye / Uig Ferry Skye Car Skye Scotland Car via the bridge So, I don’t think I’ll have time for Mull.

Thanks for your traveler tips! Daniel

Hi there, Can you tell me if the road between Zagora and M'Gouna is easy or difficult for a 4x4? How much time and how many kilometers should I plan for? I’m traveling in May. Thanks!

Hello, We’ve just returned (2 senior couples) from 18 days in Cape Verde (21/01 to 7/02) that we really enjoyed. The temperature was great—20° to 27°—admittedly a bit windy at times, but the friendliness of the Cape Verdeans made up for it. Paris Orly, direct flight with Transavia (cheap if you book in advance). We landed in São Vicente, with a 12 € city transfer. We had a fantastic 2-bedroom apartment in downtown Mindelo—Av. Fernando Ferreira Fortes, "Casa So Morabeza"—for 58 € per night. The owner lives in France and communicates instantly via WhatsApp. We spent 2 days exploring the (beautiful) city of Mindelo and its port activity, plus a private taxi tour of the island (6000 CVE for the day). Then we took the Armas ferry (recommended company—1500 CVE) to Santo Antão. From there, a collectivo (450 CVE per person) took us to Ribeira Grande, a central base for hikes. We stayed in a brand-new, modern, and well-equipped 2-bedroom apartment—*Apartamentos Modernos*—for 6770 CVE per night, staying 6 nights. I highly recommend it for its location in town and proximity to *aluguers* and *collectivos* for hiking. The hikes were stunning: - The coastal trail from Fontainhas to Cruzinha (taxi for 1500 CVE) - The route from Corda to Coculi (taxi for 2000 CVE + 100 CVE per person for the return) - The trail from Cova to Cidade de Pombas (taxi for 2000 CVE + 100 CVE per person for the return) - The hike from Miradouro to Ribeira Grande (taxi for 2000 CVE) - The coastal road from Ribeira Grande to Ponta do Sol (visit and lunch at *Mini Familiar* in the city center—excellent and affordable) for the round trip. Ribeira Grande has plenty of restaurants, but avoid *5 de Julho*—it’s loud and slow. We loved: *Bellcanto*, *Cantinho da Amizade*, and *Boca-Fina Churrasqueria*. Meals with drinks cost around 800–1000 CVE. Back to São Vicente by ferry (1500 CVE), then an airport transfer (12 €) and a flight (99 €) to Santiago’s Praia. The airport-to-city transfer was 15 €. We stayed at *Kelly’s* in Plato, Praia, which was disappointing—not ideal for two couples—but well-located. One day was spent visiting the massive *Suspicia* market, then a collectivo to Cidade Velha (2 x 200 CVE round trip per person). We hiked up to the fort, explored *Rua Banana*, and had lunch at *Praça do Mar* by the beach. We rented a car for 6 days (29000 CVE) from *Slimpycar* in Praia. On Saturday, we visited the huge *Assomada* market—don’t miss it!—then hiked to *Boa Entrada* and *Poilon*, the largest and most impressive tree we’ve ever seen. We stayed for 2 nights (138 €) in a beautiful valley in *Picos*—a spacious, lovely house with 2 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, and a large living area, surrounded by nature and animals. Lina, the charming neighbor, prepared dinner (8.50 €) and breakfast (4.50 €) for us. Next, we headed to *Tarrafal*, stopping to visit the concentration camp (500 CVE)—a must-see—before arriving. We spent 3 nights (184 €) in a fantastic house called *"Maison Familiale"*—huge, with 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, 2 kitchens, 5 toilets, and a large terrace with sea views. It was absolutely stunning and very close to the beach and numerous restaurants. We did a beautiful 3.8 km hike to the *Farol da Ponta Preta* lighthouse. Tarrafal’s beach is lively and pleasant, with bars, restaurants, and even acrobats! We also explored *Ribeira da Prata* to see the *Piscina Natural de Cuba* (not easy to find). We loved discovering isolated villages like *Ponta Furna*, *Ponta Labrão*, and *Fazenda*. For food, I recommend *Mira Mar* at *Mama’s*. On the way back to Praia, we took the east coast route via *Calheta de São Miguel*, *Pedra Badejo*, and *Praia Baixo*—nothing extraordinary, just a rugged, wild coastline with beaches that seemed a bit tricky to access. Our last evening in Praia was nice. The seaside esplanade was lively, and many Cape Verdeans were swimming at *Prainha* beach, which seemed very accessible and safe. If you’d like more info—addresses, etc.—feel free to message me privately. I’ll respond. Jacquesler.

Hi, I’d like to meet new people in Bordeaux to plan future trips to Japan, Israel, and the United States. I’m also hoping to find opportunities to practice Japanese and English, pick up some basics in Hebrew, and connect with interesting folks.

During these three big weeks in Madagascar, one week in Sainte Marie, a few days for a little loop in the west/south, and the rest in Tana. This loop I’m talking about covers an area I’d never taken the time to visit before. A recent road in good condition, the chance to pass through beautiful highland landscapes, and a few free days made it the perfect opportunity. Destination: Ampefy, west of Tana via the RN1, then a turn south onto the recently rehabilitated RN43 to reach Antsirabe before heading back to Tana. Four days planned—perfect, since an extra day wouldn’t have been a problem given all the activities in Ampefy.

First day: a relaxed and fairly late departure for Ampefy. We weren’t in a rush and took our time. Traffic leaving Tana to get back on the RN1 cost us the head start we had on our original schedule. An hour and a half bumper-to-bumper with the *buxis*, inching painfully toward the roundabout and then the bridge that acts as a bottleneck—we dove in like all our fellow sufferers. It’s not our everyday reality, and we were early, so no big deal, but man, it’s long and slow. Once past that obstacle, traffic flowed smoothly, and the road was good (all the way to Ampefy). We moved through highland landscapes, bustling villages full of activity, and countless agricultural supply shops—clear proof, if any were needed, that we were crossing a prime farming region. Around Arivonimamo, we passed through a forest with a Mediterranean vibe: a single-species forest of stout little trees with glossy, elongated light-green leaves—these are *tapia*. An endemic tree in Madagascar, and a pretty unique forest as a result (you can see them elsewhere, like between Antsirabe and Ambositra). There are efforts to protect it from illegal logging because the wood is fire-resistant, which helps shield the forest from wildfires. Beyond its biodiversity value, the *tapia* hosts silkworms, giving it economic and cultural importance.

As we kept going, we started spotting a lake and mountains with the rounded shapes typical of extinct volcanoes worn down by time and the elements. We were approaching Lake Itasy and, by extension, Ampefy. We stopped at a *hotely* for a plate of *tongon’kisoa*—pig’s trotters caramelized by cooking, with thick, flavorful skin—along with the obligatory portion of rice, which we took the time to drizzle with cooking juices to make it a bit more appetizing. Full, we turned left to reach Ampefy and our hotel. The landscape was dotted with collapsed, dormant volcanic cones, and suddenly, the view opened up onto the lake. Shallow and expansive, we followed it, losing sight of it now and then before finding it again in Ampefy itself, which we entered after crossing the Lily, a beautiful river that drains the lake. Lots of hotels and restaurants, with plenty of options at all price points. We chose the *Farihy*, about 5 km past Ampefy. A gorgeous spot by the lake, with a pool and lovely bungalows—some with picture windows overlooking the lake. Really nice. In the evening, a drink and some *sak sak* for aperitif on the terrace. It wasn’t warm, there was a lot of wind, and a storm was brewing. Off to bed quickly to start the next day’s visits.

After buying some lychees—we hadn’t seen many this year, and these were fresh from the field, picked in Ampefy—we headed to the Lily Falls. Well signposted, with a paved road in great condition, we stopped at the kiosk for the entrance fee and parking (1 euro for one *vahiny* and 10 cents for one Malagasy). We set off down the path and quickly reached the first waterfall, then continued for maybe 1 km on a well-marked trail to the second. A guide led us to the third, which is harder to spot and isn’t actually on the Lily itself. Beautiful countryside scenery: fishermen straight out of *Tom Sawyer*, straw hats on their heads, lying down with one foot hooked to a fragile bamboo rod, their line dipping into the calm river. Men preparing rice paddies with their *angady*, women transplanting rice, bent over the water. At some points, we walked along the dikes between paddies almost ready for harvest. It’s peaceful and beautiful when you’re strolling or fishing, but working the paddies is grueling, especially under that beating sun. A really nice walk—2 hours and a bit, going at a leisurely pace. A guide isn’t mandatory; only the entrance fee is. We took one because it provides a bit of work and puts money in the hands of locals, giving them more incentive to protect the site. But you can easily skip it, like most people do. Lots of visitors since it was the weekend—Tananarivians with family or groups of young people, scout groups organized under their chaperones’ direction. Very few foreign tourists, though—that’s a general observation. It’s great to see this growth in domestic tourism, giving Malagasy people the chance to discover their own country and allowing those in the sector to rely less on foreign visitors, who’ve been scarce for years.

Next, we headed to the "geysers" (which aren’t actually geysers, but whatever). We had to go back to the RN1, head toward Tsiroanomandidy, and a few kilometers later, a well-marked sign and a newly paved track led us to a pretty site. Again, lots of people, another kiosk, more fees to pay, and guides available. This time, we skipped the guide. A downpour caught us in front of the "geysers," so we took shelter under a little shop, grabbing an ice cream and some drinks. We didn’t stay long—we weren’t interested in a massage or a dip in the thermal water. The countryside and barren mountain landscapes were stunning on the way back to the hotel. We noticed you could go paragliding right in front of the bungalow, so we booked a session for the next morning. After eating at the *Auberge* in the town center (it was good), we headed back to the hotel to turn in early. Once again, a storm rolled in during the afternoon, and the temperature dropped significantly.

The next morning, around 8 a.m., we walked to the takeoff zone near the hotel. Towed by a small boat, we took off for a flight over the lake and the volcanic domes before landing back at the same spot. Two companies handle this. I’m no expert, but it seemed safe and well-organized.

To be continued...

Some impressions and info after two weeks in Grande Comore and Anjouan. Trip mid-2024.

First and foremost, the Comorians are absolutely lovely. I don’t usually like generalizing, but I honestly don’t know what else to say beyond what struck me most: kindness everywhere, great friendliness, curiosity—basically, every interaction was super pleasant, whether at the hotel, in the street, or in shops.

On the less positive side (because it needs to be mentioned), I was also struck by the overwhelming amount of waste along the coastline (and elsewhere, especially roadsides and riverbanks) in pretty shocking quantities. Of course, it improves once you get away from populated areas, but it was still a bit of a shock.

That said, underwater—even at sites where the shore was littered with plastic—the corals are stunning, snorkeling is fantastic, the seabeds are truly beautiful, and there’s a great diversity of fish.

The islands and landscapes are gorgeous, especially Anjouan’s interior and highlands. I can’t say much about Mohéli since I didn’t go, but I only heard glowing reviews.

In Moroni and Mutsamudu, the medinas are really charming, far from the tourist crowds of Stone Town, for example. Winding alleys, old buildings, stairs, and twists and turns—I spent hours just wandering and getting lost. Really nice.

In Moroni, I stayed at the Retaj. It was good, with great service, an evening buffet, and a pretty extensive menu. There’s a beautiful ocean view and a small volcanic beach at the end of the grounds. I snorkeled there, and it’s lovely (though, being close to the city, there were bags and wrappers on the rocks). Around 100 € per night if I remember correctly—not the cheapest, but not the most expensive either (prices in the Comoros are generally quite high). I also stayed at the Jardin de la Paix, closer to the city center. Also very good. The rooms were spotless. Fewer meal options, mostly chalkboard specials, and sometimes very long waits. On the plus side, there’s a large tree-filled inner courtyard, but no ocean view or small beach. From memory, it was cheaper, but I’m not 100% sure.

Among the few travelers and tourists, many were heading to Itsandra Beach Hotel at the entrance to the city when coming from the airport. It’s in a much higher price range. I only went there for the hotel’s beach, Petite Itsandra, because the snorkeling is amazing.

In Anjouan, I only stayed at the Hôtel des Îles in Mutsamudu. The owner is very welcoming and super nice. There’s a lovely terrace with an ocean view, where you can watch the boats coming and going in the morning and evening. Peaceful and really pretty. You can also see the huge fruit bats up close since some like to hang out in the tree across from the terrace. It’s easy to walk to the medina, the coast, or even the market and port—everything’s close by.

For meals, I mostly ate at hotels, but also tried some evening street food stands. In hotels or restaurants, expect to pay around 10 to 15 €. Oh, and one thing: in the evenings when the fishermen return to Moroni, there’s *tons* of tuna. So it’s on the menu pretty much everywhere. But either because of the type of tuna or the preparation, the tuna steaks are dry and honestly not great. Nowhere I tried was an exception. The only non-hotel restaurant I remember is New Select, in the courtyard out back where you could order skewers of different kinds while religious chants played in a relaxed but respectful atmosphere. You could also order a shisha. Really nice and not too expensive.

As for activities, like I said, I mostly walked around the cities—markets, medinas, ports, and the seafront. Chatted with people I met along the way. Did some snorkeling, especially at Itsandra Beach Hotel, but didn’t get the chance to go to Itsandra Beach (which is public). Did a bit of hiking in the countryside, especially in Anjouan—just wandering random paths, so I can’t really give much detail on that.

I can’t say anything about climbing Mount Karthala, the Prophet’s Hole, etc. I would’ve liked to spend some time in Domoni (Anjouan), but didn’t get the chance.

A few roads have been recently redone and are in great condition, but a lot are still in really bad shape, which makes travel times longer. The inland roads often offer stunning views of dramatic landscapes with the ocean and sometimes lagoons in the background.

To get from one island to another, you can take a plane or a boat. Local airlines aren’t very reassuring—technical issues are common. It’s also possible to arrange flights with Precision Air (from Tanzania). From experience, it’s better. I didn’t take the boat, but I’m considering it for next time.

In short, these are islands to discover where tourism is still in its early stages. Great encounters and a beautiful experience

Hi everyone,

Better late than never—I’m finally getting around to sharing our trip to Romania from last year.

Before I start, I have a personal history with this country: I lived there in 2004 for three and a half months during a student internship. I still have friends there and a decent grasp of Romanian. That helps. But more than anything, I’ve grown attached to the country. It’s well-deserved—Romania gives back just as much. That said, when I talk about it, maybe I see things differently than someone visiting for the first time.

This was my third trip to Romania. This time, I brought my wife and our two daughters. After years of wanting to take a family trip there, this was finally the right moment. My wife wasn’t exactly thrilled at first—she’d been hesitant for years. But she ended up loving it, and we’ll definitely go back together. For our 6- and 8-year-old girls, the trip was fascinating in so many ways: the sights, learning about communism and totalitarian regimes, the Roma community, how different religions coexist, the Saxon minorities...

We landed in Bucharest last July. We spent two and a half weeks in the country. We took off from Toulouse early in the morning and arrived at Bucharest airport around noon. We flew with Lufthansa because it’s a solid airline and the cheapest option we found.

We rented a car. I don’t remember the rental agency’s name, but we got scammed a bit. We’d booked insurance through Booking, but when we arrived, we couldn’t print a credit card receipt. The issue? We only had debit cards, not credit cards (or vice versa), and without one, we couldn’t pick up the car without buying their on-site insurance. It was buried in the fine print—I’d read it but naively assumed a gold card would work. So, we had to take extra insurance. Basically, we threw 120 € in insurance fees out the window. Still, we got a Dacia Logan, and it ran like a dream the whole trip.

Here’s our rough itinerary: - Bucharest Airport => Sinaia => Brasov - Brasov => Viscri => Sighișoara => Sovata - Sovata => Bicaz Gorge => Iași - Iași => Bucharest

**Sinaia** We started in Sinaia, in the Carpathians. It’s an old Romanian vacation spot from the country’s golden age. A really nice place with great hikes. The mountains are stunning, covered in tall fir trees. There are beautiful buildings and old houses—it’s all very charming. We took the cable car up to the summit (no time to hike with the kids). It’s an old 1960s cable car with two sections (there are also detachable chairlifts). The view from the top is amazing. Then, Peles Castle—a must-see.

**On the road to Brasov** We stayed in a homestay in the village of Purcareni (15 minutes from Brasov by car) through an association called "L’Arbre de Joie." We spent a few days there. The association was founded by a French woman in the 90s and runs local projects. The family we stayed with was Hungarian. The price was around 90 € per day, including breakfast and dinner. The host spoke a little French, and her 16-year-old daughter spoke English fluently. We had great conversations. This family lives like a typical French family—they work at a clinic and a factory, own a car, and have a small chalet in the nearby mountains. From Purcareni, we explored: - **Bran Castle**: The iconic castle. There are way more tourist stalls now than when I first visited in 2004, but it’s still charming and worth seeing. - **Zărnești Bear Reserve**: Interesting—you learn a lot about bears. But it’s expensive, and it’s sad to see these beautiful animals in captivity. - **Râșnov Citadel**: Right near Zărnești. We did Bran, the bears, and this citadel all in one day last year. It’s pretty—you hike up a trail to get there. The view is gorgeous, but the site feels a bit neglected (or not fully restored yet). Some people love it, others don’t, but at least it’s authentic and not some Disneyland with fry stands everywhere. - **Brasov**: Of course! We went twice. It’s beautiful and nothing like what you’d imagine Romania to look like. We hiked up the hill overlooking the city—about 45 to 60 minutes with the kids. The view from the top is incredible, especially over the medieval rooftops. I wasn’t expecting much—I thought we’d see rundown buildings, but the "new" part of town is built farther to the right, so you barely notice it. - One day, we took a horse-drawn carriage (a touristy thing to do for the kids) to our hosts’ second home. It was still really fun. The area is super wild—just a few kilometers from the village, so close to Brasov. We ate *amazingly* with them. Traditional Romanian food is best enjoyed in people’s homes, not restaurants. So, I’d recommend eating at small guesthouses or homestays as much as possible.

**On the road to Viscri** No stops—just straight to Viscri. I found Viscri just as I’d left it in 2004. Maybe a few more tourists, maybe one or two new restaurants. The road still isn’t paved in the village. Viscri is my favorite place in Romania—a simple village with colorful houses. We found a reasonably priced Airbnb and had a great evening with our hosts. They were fascinating people, and we talked about Romania, Saxon minorities, Europe... The next morning, I went for a run and found a trail in the nearby forest. I followed it for a while before turning back. We also visited the fortified church.

**Sighișoara** I’d been there in 2004 and wasn’t particularly moved or impressed. I felt the same way in 2019. But that’s just our take.

**Sovata** In Sovata, we traveled the way I love—arriving around 5 PM with nothing booked and finding a place to stay by asking around. We ended up in homestays for two nights, and both were great. It’s a Hungarian-Romanian thermal spa town. The place is nice but nothing extraordinary, except when you get closer (but not too close) to the thermal complexes. There, you’ll find beautiful mansions and hotels from the early 19th century. It’s touristy, but only Romanians go there. We visited a warm-water lake—it was fun for the folklore, though the water wasn’t exactly inviting. Apparently, there’s another lake higher up that’s so salty you float in it, but we didn’t go. In the afternoon, we took the tourist steam train ("mocăniță" in Romanian). It was a blast—we chatted with people in the carriage. The train covers about 20 kilometers, then turns around (the locomotive detaches, spins, and reattaches). Everyone gets off at the halfway point, where people grill corn on the cob. Then the train heads back. The scenery isn’t breathtaking, but the fields were full of flowers, and the ride was lovely.

**Toward Bicaz Gorge** The next day, we headed to Bicaz Gorge and the Ceahlău Massif in Neamț (pronounced "Nyamts"). We passed through Corund, a village known for local crafts. Whether it’s actually made there or not is always up for debate in a society where cutting corners is common. Still, we found some nice plates, dishes, and souvenirs to bring home. Funny story: I was chatting with a young saleswoman in Romanian and was shocked to realize she didn’t understand me—not because my Romanian was bad, but because she *didn’t speak Romanian at all*. She only spoke Hungarian. Mind-blowing: you’re Romanian and don’t speak Romanian? We crossed a mountain (or big hill) before reaching the Gheorgheni plain—a small town nestled in the mountains, feeling like the end of the world. Was it the season? We saw *so many* storks, and they were *so close*. It was adorable.

**Bicaz Gorge** We stopped at "Lacul Roșu" (Red Lake) to take a boat ride with the kids. (Yeah, we did things we don’t usually do—gotta keep everyone engaged! And maybe that’s why they have such great memories of the trip.) Then, the Bicaz Gorge—one of my favorite spots in Romania. We stayed at Pensiunea Paleu in Bicazu Ardelean, a place I already knew. I think the price for four people, half-board (with delicious home-cooked meals), was around 90 € per day. The rooms are clean and simple, and there’s a big garden with a vegetable patch, a cow, and a pig. Most of the food served comes straight from the garden.

In the afternoon, after much hesitation, we headed to Ceahlău National Park. About 30 minutes by car, we entered the park (after waking up the park ranger, who reeked of booze and was napping). We drove to the end of the road, and then—against all odds—the four of us made it to the summit of Toaca Peak. This peak towers over the surrounding mountains. It was a great hike—starting in the Carpathian fir forests, then crossing a plateau covered in flowers (mid-July). We stopped for a drink at Cabana Dochia before heading up. The summit is a bit unusual because they’ve installed a big metal staircase. It’s steep in places—straight up, and I wouldn’t want to fall. There’s a sturdy railing, though. Even if the "normal route" doesn’t seem too hard. The view from the top is stunning—you can see the entire Carpathian region, vast forests, and the Bicaz Lake below.

**Iași** I used to live in Iași. We stayed with my former internship supervisor and his family. It’s not the first time we’ve crashed at people’s places. In Iași, we visited: - **The Opera House**: A beautiful building from the early 20th century, if I’m not mistaken. Our friends arranged a tour with the firefighters, who let us in and showed us around. It was fun. - **The "Hall of Lost Steps"**: You enter a massive room with stunning woodwork. It’s a huge university library, home to around a million books. The whole place is meticulously decorated. Visiting this room makes you wonder how Romania could have such a grand image. This country, in its golden age, had universities and thinkers. When you build something like this for knowledge and science, you’ve come a long way. - **The Palace of Culture**: This building was completely run-down in 2004 but has since been fully renovated. Where it was once gray, dull, and dirty, it now shines in the sunlight. It’s magnificent.

Beyond these three sights, we explored parks, wandered the city, went treetop climbing, and spent time with friends. Sure, Iași is way over in the east on a map of Romania, but it’s worth the detour.

After Iași, we headed back.

**In conclusion**, we spent three weeks in Romania. Here’s a rough breakdown of expenses (in €, all taxes included): - Flight tickets: 660 € - Car rental for 2.5 weeks: 250 € - Everything else (accommodation, food, activities, etc.): around 1,500 €

All in all, the trip wasn’t exactly cheap—around 2,500 to 2,800 € total. But we had a blast, and that’s what matters.

I had tons of great photos and wanted to share some, but I couldn’t upload them. If anyone’s interested, I can send them along.

et hop ! une nouvelle capitale européenne et ses alentours pour Cécile ....

Brel et Béart ont chanté cette charmante ville qui lui tardait de découvrir.. grâce à un CE généreux qui rend accessibles les Adagio Hôtel d'Europe...

11h de route ce dimanche de de retour de vacances... arrivée tardive et nocturne sur place donc dodo le 1er soir

La météo est mouvant mais que rien ne nous arrête... direction Utrecht..

1er choc: des vélos partout !!!! donc vitesse réduite ce qui permet de découvrir des bâtiments insolites





Utrecht centre ses canaux, l'Oudegracht





les touristes n ont pas encore envahi les bars des quais





Même le ramassage des poubelles se fait par péniche!



Pas de chance les 465 marches du Dom sont impossibles d accès

Bonjour,

Nous avons réservé des billets pour Rome du 8 au 17 août sur Ryanair. Une amie me dit que vu le peu de voyageurs, il faut s'attendre à un très grand nombre d'annulation de vols de la part de Ryanair (je ne crois pas qu'elle ait des sources particulières). Malgré tout je m'inquiète un peu et je me dis que les compagnies pourraient annuler des vols s'ils considèrent qu'ils ne sont pas assez remplis. Pensez-vous qu'il faut s'y attendre ?

Bonjour à tous,

j'aurais dû revenir sur ce forum pour vous poster notre carnet de voyage à New-York en avril, et puis voilà, comme vous tous, nous sommes "cloués" ici, mais heureusement en bonne santé, et c'est bien là le principal !

Du coup nous n'avons pas utilisé nos congés d'avril car fortement mobilisés professionnellement pendant le confinement. Nous avons donc pu profiter d'une semaine de congés la semaine dernière (début juin) pour faire sauter la bulle des 100km et aller découvrir cette belle région du Luberon.

Alors embarquez avec moi, je vous amène au pays de la lavande (mais pas que !)

Bonjour, Plutôt novice en voyage découverte à vélo, je me pose les questions suivantes, ayant plutôt peur du vol. En fait, je pratique de l'itinérant et en traversant une ville sur mon parcours, j'ai tendance à déambuler à vélo partout dans le centre pour la découvrir, en tant qu'usager de la rue. Je ne quitte pas mon vélo, sauf s'il s'agit d'une ville étape où la question ne se pose pas, puisque j'ai du temps en fin d'apm et le lendemain matin (le vélo étant parqué sur le lieu d'hébergement) : Que faites vous de votre vélo tout équipé, lorsque vous prenez un peu de temps pour visiter à pieds le centre historique d'une ville que vous traversez (ou un musée, un château, un jardin botanique ...) ? Savez vous s'il existe un service de gardiennage gratuit (ou payant ?) des vélos dans les Offices de tourisme en France ou sur les lieux visités ? Quel est votre expérience ou avis ? Merci pour vos réponses.

La nuit tombe d’un coup et je suis sans cesse étonnée de passer ainsi du clair au noir. Après cette journée fatigante, je rentre à la maison et jette mes sandales dans un coin. Dans son petit bassin de bronze, la fleur de lotus est déjà refermée. Tout est silencieux mais j’entends le léger murmure incantatoire de Tiago. Il prie. Assis devant son petit autel, les volutes odorantes des bâtonnets d’encens s’enroulent autour de ses cheveux noirs. Son dos dur et sombre luit et la lueur de la flamme dans la coupelle de ghee danse sur ses épaules. La grande image de Shiva fixée au mur se décolle dans un angle, pliant les pointes du trident. Le dieu garde ses yeux mi-clos sur la création du monde et les cycles de l’univers. Dans sa longue chevelure, au sommet de sa tête s’enroule un serpent. Un dieu coloré bienveillant dans cette représentation, l’une de ses quatre mains ouverte sur le genou. Tiago a posé son offrande, une noix de coco est une guirlande de fleurs jaune dont je ne retiens jamais le nom. Immobile. Il prie. __

J’ai vu des gens agenouillés, des gens couchés face contre terre, assis en tailleur, assis mains jointes. J’ai vu des gens danser, j’ai vu des processions colorées, j’ai entendu des mélopées hypnotiques, j’ai écouté des cymbales, des trompettes, de grandes orgues, des chants liturgiques, des psaumes, le fanbai, des chants grégoriens et des gospels, des chants diphoniques qui remuent le ventre.

J’ai vu des flèches perçant les nuages, des coupoles dorées, des dômes de pierre, des cathédrales, des temples, des autels flamboyant de dorures, des allées de chevaux de pierre, des temples de feu et des chapelles de pierre blotties sous les ombrages, de bois ensevelies sous la neige, des cryptes froides et silencieuses, des maisons d’adoration sans effigie, des monastères accrochés à la montagne , des cloîtres dans la ville.

j’ai vu des costumes de cérémonies multicolores, des tenues de fourrure, des saris de fêtes soyeux, des chapeaux rouge étranges, des plumets et des têtes rasées. J’ai vu des hommes tirer des chars la peau du dos distendue par des crochets, j’ai été subjuguée par des mandala de sable, tout est éphémère.

Partout où mes pas ont foulé d’autres terres, j’ai vu des croyants réunis, rassemblés, unis, bruyants, silencieux, exaltés, recueillis.

J’ai touché des chapelets de buis, d’ivoire, en corail, en noyaux, les perles égrenant le nom divin, les mantras, les prières, tenu des croix de roseaux, de feuilles de maïs, porté des couronnes de fleurs, tenu des moulins de prière. J’ai regardé des dieux vêtus d’oripeaux décolorés, vêtus d’habits précieux, nus ceints d’un pagne, l’arbre à souhaits aux rubans multicolores agités par les tourbillons de neige.

J’ai respiré l’odeur de l’encens, j’ai respiré l’odeur de la cire fondue, j’ai respiré le parfum des fleurs fraîches et l’odeur surette des offrandes pourrissantes.

J’ai fermé les yeux, souvent, pour mieux entendre, pour mieux comprendre.

Et je sais, qu’aujourd’hui, je ne sais rien de cette ferveur puissante qui soulève et porte et emporte les peuples du monde. Je sais aussi que le tremblement de mes jambes et les yeux qui picotent devant la ferveur de Tiago, ce soir là, il y a des lustres, huit peut-être, c’est tellement loin, fut ce qui s’approchait le plus d’une prière. Ou, peut-être étais-je secrètement amoureuse...

Ainsi, je crois que beaucoup ont vécu ces instants étranges de communion, d’observation respectueuse, que beaucoup connaissent les rites et rituels, les byzantins, coptes, maronites, et tant d’autres, des rites de passage et des rites d’intercessions appelant la pluie, la fécondité . Ces rites qui rythment la vie dans tous ces pays que je n’aurais plus le temps de connaître.

Comment se vit la prière en Afrique, chez les aborigènes d’Australie, à Madagascar, à Cuba, en Chine, au Japon, en Indonésie ou ailleurs ?. Comment se vit-elle, la prière, aujourd’hui où partout des moments religieux forts s’annoncent ? Monothéiste, animiste, shintoïsme, bouddhisme, syncrétisme religieux, l’aspect religieux est toujours présents dans mes voyages, l’est-il pour vous aussi ?

Z’avez lu jusqu’au bout ? Bravo, vous avez gagné une image pieuse ou non. Pour ce faire, aller dans la rubrique -jeux voyages – sur le fil -défilés et processions -, il y en a des magnifiques.

Bonjour à tous, Je prépare pour fin septembre, si les conditions sanitaires le permettent, un périple qui passera par Zagora, Foum Zguid, Tissint, Tata, Akka, Icht, Assa, et Guelmim, j'aimerais connaître l'état de la route sur cette portion, ensuite je poursuivrai par Sidi Ifni, Tiznit etc.... Je suis également intéressé par des bonnes adresses sur ce parcours, hébergements, restaurants. Merci pour vos réponses.

Allez, je me lance aussi dans un petit CR du trek réalisé du 4 au 24 septembre 2019.

2 parties distinctes dans l'itinéraire :

1. Le Camp de base Nord de l'Annapurna

Un projet prévu depuis longtemps, je souhaitais voir de mes yeux l'itinéraire emprunté par l'expédition française de 1950. En ajoutant la difficulté d'une reconnaissance sur un itinéraire imaginé par Pierre Martin via la Kalte Danda, une large crête qui remonte de la Kali Gandaki et qui poursuit sur l'arête SW des Nilgiris).

2. La boucle des 2(3) cols entre Manang et Jomsom

Un itinéraire sur un sentier classique mais qui n'est pas ou peu fait car l'acclimatation est indispensable avant de s'engager directement vers le plus haut-col du secteur. Le Mesokanto La (2e col) est plus sauvage et moins emprunté, mais y étant déjà passé 3 fois, je le connais assez bien. Ce 2e itinéraire me permettait d'allonger un peu mon séjour dans les Annapurnas en établissant une boucle intéressante.

L'itinéraire suivi fut celui-ci :

Première partie (Camp de base N de l'Annapurna)

Jour 1 : Transfert en bus de Pokhara à Tatopani Jour 2 : Tatopani (1250) - Kalte Danda Camp 1 (2500) Jour 3 : Kalte Danda Camp 1 - Kalte Danda Camp 2 (4000) Jour 4 : Kalte Danda Camp 2 - Thulobugin Pass (4450) - Nilgiri BC (4230) Jour 5 : Nilgiri BC - North Annapurna BC (4050) Jour 6 : North Annapurna BC - Miristi Khola Camp (3560) Jour 7 : Miristi Khola Camp - Nilgiri BC (4230) Jour 8 : Nilgiri BC - Thulobugin Pass - Kalopani (2520) Jour 9 : Kalopani - Jomsom (2740)

Séparation avec l'équipe. La première partie dédiée au camp de base N est réalisée, je n'ai donc plus besoin de l'équipe. Je poursuis seul sur des sentiers bien tracés, évidents et "relativement safe".

Deuxième Partie (boucle des 2 cols du Tour des Annapurnas)

Jour 10 : Jomsom - Jharkot (3520) en bus Jour 11 : Jharkot - Thorung La Camp (5000) Jour 12 : Thorung La Camp - Thorung La - Ledar (4220) Jour 13 : Ledar - Manang - Khangsar (3750) Jour 14 : Khangsar - Tilicho BC (4150) Jour 15 : Tilicho BC - Tilicho Lake Teahouse (5000) Jour 16 : Tilicho Lake Teahouse - Eastern Pass - Mesokanto La - Thinigaon (2870) Jour 17 : Thinigaon - Kagbeni (2840) Jour 18 : Kagbeni - Lupra - Kagbeni Jour 19 : Kagbeni - Jomsom Jour 20 : Vol Jomsom - Pokhara

Bonjour à toutes.

Je profite du confinement pour reprendre mes petites activités...

J'ai écrit un poème sur l'Andalousie il y a quelques années, qui je pense est très visuel, et je cherche des photographes qui voudraient bien collaborer pour l'illustrer. S'il y a des photos intéressantes, je pourrai monter une vidéo à poster sur ma chaîne youtube, avec le poème lu et une guitarre flamenca en fond sonore.

Voici le poème. Si á intéresse quelqu'un... Je pense que le projet peut être sympa avec de belles photos de l'Andalousie (pas besoin d'être pro) Les participants seront bien entendu cités dans lesc crédits finaux.

Couleurs andalouses.

Jaune, le râle du vent, les relents du soleil, le seigle et le chiendent dans les champs qui sommeillent.

Jaune, la moiteur du lit d'un torrent qui s'assèche sous le ciel de midi, l'herbe rebelle et rêche

Où j'allongeais ton corps, dénouais les rubans luisants d'aurore et d'or qui ceignaient tes seins blancs.

Blanc, le sel et le pain, les cimes d'El Mulhacen, la vierge et la putain, la chaux vive et l'arène.

Blanc, l'éclat du couteau, la folie de la lune sur le fil de ta peau, le ressac et l'écume ;

La médina tordue la taverne et l'église la candide vertu de ton nu qui me grise.

Grise, la mule fourbue, la fève et le pois chiche, l'olivier biscornu, la bouffée du haschich

À tes lèvres moroses. Roses, les soirs enivrés, quand la chaleur arrose ta gorge déployée ;

Le clin d'œil et l'œillet sur le pli de ta frange, les fleurs et les reflets aux effluves d'orange.

Orange, les alcazars, la terre gorgée de feu, le galop des guitares chargées de notes bleues.

Bleu, le fil des collines, les ombres du patio, la tristesse enfantine des premiers Picasso.

Le miroir de l'Afrique divaguant sur la mer, l'appel des Amériques dans les cieux découverts.

Vert, l'odeur de la menthe, les chants de l'Alhambra, les yeux de mon amante et les vers de Lorca ;

La fleur qui cherche à naître sous le voile de l'Islam, les barreaux aux fenêtres où se cachent les femmes.

Vert, les prés en hiver sous le crachin furtif, constellés d'éphémères coquelicots rouge vif.

Rouge, pareil à la fleur, sauvageonne, écarlate, ton cœur s'embrase et meurt dès que l'averse éclate.

Rouge, mon âme jalouse, la douleur et l'ombrage, mes couleurs andalouses sous les feux de l'orage.

Rouge le soleil blessé, dérouté chaque soir, qui cherche à déchirer des lambeaux de nuit noire.

Noir, l'amère procession, les pénitents qui portent les macabres passions, les vieilles aux pas des portes ;

Les rêves exilés les anges d'Alberti le taureau terrassé ta photo qui jaunit.

Bonjour Je recherche 2 dates pour novembre et décembre 2020: -date du rassemblement des éléphants à SURIN -date de la fete des lumières à Chiang Mai. Je vous remercie à l'avance

Bonjour tout le Monde,

Voilà durant cette période de confinement, je regarde beaucoup de reportage sur les expatriés en Thailande et j'aurais voulu savoir, pour ceux qui vivent sur place:

Dans quelle ville vous situez-vous?

Quel est votre budget mensuel?

Situation:célibataire ou marié?

Voilà ayant fait la Thailande 4 fois (Phuket), c'est une question qui est resté enfoui et dont j'aimerais avoir une idée.Je comprends que certains ne voudront pas répondre, car il s'agit de données personnelles, mais le but est plus d'avoir un ensemble d'avis et que pour les prochaines personnes désirant se lancer dans la voiture puisse avoir un avis sur le sujet.

Merci à tous.

Le monde traverse une crise éprouvante pour chacun, je vous propose donc un thème universel et optimiste: la famille. Si une multitude de définitions peuvent s'appliquer au thème, je souhaite cependant que vous nous montriez des enfants et leurs parents (au moins un enfant, un parent). Plusieurs génération doivent-être représentées (minimum deux, vous l'aurez compris). Ces photos peuvent être des plans larges ou serrés, prises lors de promenades, de scènes de la vie quotidienne, de voyages...

Quelques exemples:

A Bali



En Roumanie



Au Cambodge



Au Maroc



A Hong Kong



Evidemment, il ne vous sera pas demandé d'attestation sur l'honneur sur la véracité des relations familiales qui unissent les différents sujets de la photo 😉. Cette relation doit être supposée, suggérée.

Chaque participant peut proposer jusqu'à 3 photos, et ce jusqu'au mercredi 22/04 à 20h00, heure de Paris. Chaque photo sera présentée dans un seul message, en indiquant son numéro (1, 2 ou 3). Pensez à ajouter une petite explication, commentaire ou localisation.

Chaque membre VF peut voter pour les 3 photos qu'il ou elle juge les meilleures selon ses propres critères et en tenant compte du thème. Les votes se feront du jeudi 23/04 au mercredi 29/04 à 20h00, heure de Paris. Les photos choisies seront citées dans l'ordre de préférence : - la 1ère photo : 3 points - la 2ème: 2 points - la 3ème: 1 point

Un seul et unique vote pour 3 photos est accepté par membre.

Le vainqueur est l'auteur de la photo ayant reçu le plus de points. Les résultats seront publiés le 30/04. En cas d'égalité, le nombre de premières places prévaudra. Le vainqueur aura l'honneur d'organiser le concours du mois de mai. Le diaporama est ici. La discussion est là.

Une pensée à tous dans ces moments troubles et prenez soin de votre famille 🙂 C'est parti ! 🙂

Au milieu de toute cette morosité, je me lance dans un nouveau carnet indien qui vous changera les idées, je l’espère. Un nouveau séjour de deux semaines pendant les vacances d’hiver, du 21 au 6 mars. Mon 15ème voyage en Inde, mais mon 1er dans le grand sud.

Cette année, ce sera une petite partie du Tamil Nadu, un petit tour de 1000 km à peu près, de Chennai à Chennai (Kanchipuram, Gingee, Tirunmavallai, Chidambaram, Tranquebar, Kumbakonam, Trichy, le Chettinad, Tanjore, Pondichery et Mahabalipuram) avec une amie. Nous avons volontairement zappé Madurai et Rameshvaram, ce sera pour une autre fois, nous n’avions pas envie de faire trop de km et nous avons déjà beaucoup de chose au programme... Comme d’habitude, location d’une voiture avec chauffeur, et nous ne le regrettons pas, tant nous avons vu de lieux, quelquefois bien perdus, que nous n’aurions jamais pu atteindre en transport en commun, ou certainement pas en 14 jours.

J’ai consulté les carnets et blogs de Pagaljavad et Yann55 entre autre et je les remercie pour leurs tuyaux. J’ai eu des conseils d’Aleph, qui quand elle écumait le Tamil Nadu, ne postait pas encore de carnet. J’ai lu et relu les pages sur le Tamil Nadu sur le site Purattatva, un must pour moi depuis toujours. Et cherché, lu et relu, sur internet et sur papier (j’ai un vieux guide bleu de 1984 trouvé sur une brocante que je conserve précieusement et consulte pour chaque voyage car la qualité des guides a bien baissé culturellement depuis …)

A l’aéroport de Chennai, nous faisons connaissance avec notre chauffeur, Pandi. Départ immédiat pour Kanchipuram, à 65 km de là. Chennai sera pour une prochaine fois … Nous arrivons en fin de journée, il fait quasi nuit. Après le dîner, nous nous lançons à l’assaut des petites rues de Kanchipuram pour aller au temple de Kamaskhi, (une forme de Parvati), le plus proche, avec ses gopurams illuminés, son bassin sacré, des familles indiennes.



La photo n'est pas terrible car mon APN ne gère pas bien l'obscurité ...

Bonjour, Je cherche des gens qui comme moi partent en croisière au départ le Venise le 28 mars prochain sur le Costa Victoria avec escales à Bari et Dubrovnik.

Nous avons décidé de ne pas annulé cette croisière malgré le risque et je voulais savoir si d'autres personnes avaient pris la même décision.

Costa nous a communiqué toutes les informations quant au déroulement de l'embarquement et en cas de fièvre ou doutent, si nous ne pouvons pas embarquer ils remboursent la totalité du voyage ainsi que le vol retour à notre domicile.

Au plaisir de vous lire et j'ai hâte de faire cette croisière.

Magali

Bonjour,

Nous avons prévu un voyage en inde de la mi-octobre à mi-novembre. J'ai préparé un circuit et je voulais le valider ici sur le forum. C'est un voyage découverte pour l'essentiel et non pas spirituel de façon particulière:

Jour 1Delhi Jour 2Delhi Jour 3Delhi - Amritsar (Avion) Jour 4Amritsar Jour 5Amritsar - Katmandou (Avion) Jour 6Katmandou Jour 7Katmandou Jour 8 Katmandou - Delhi - Mandawa (Avion + Chauffeur et auto) Jour 9 Mandawa - Bikaner Jour 10Bikaner - Jaisalmer Jour 11Jaisalmer Jour 12 Desert Jour 13Desert - Jodpur Jour 14Jodpur Jour 15Jodpur - Ranakpur Jour 16Ranakpur - Udaipur Jour 17Udaipur Jour 18 Udaipur - Chittogarh - Bundi Jour 19Bundi - Jaipur Jour 20 Jaipur Jour 21Jaipur - fatehpur - agra Jour 22 Agra - Gwalior Jour 23Gwalior - Orchha Jour 24 Orchha - Khajuraho Jour 25 Khajuraho - Varanasi (Avion) Jour 26Varanasi Jour 27 Varanasi - Mumbai (Avion) Jour 28Mumbai Jour 29Mumbai

Le trajet sera fait en auto avec chauffeur

Je me demandais si c'était trop mais en même on voyage souvent à ce rythme. Concernant Katmandou, on pourrait le remplacer par Dharamsala mais on me dit que Katmandou est plus intéressant pour des visites.

J'attends vos commentaires

Jean

Bonjour à tous, Je souhaite aller sur la côte nord est début mai au départ de Ambilobé, je souhaite faire au moins un trajet par la piste et l'autre en avion. Je voudrais savoir si les moyens de transport (camions aménagés ou TB) circulent de jour dans le sens Ambilobé Vohémar ...? Je l'ai fait il y a plusieurs années et il me semble que le trajet et dans ce sens ne se faisait que de nuit ... Merci à tous. Fili