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Bonjour,

Je planifie un voyage pour 2007 et j'essaie d'intercaler une journée en Harley dans notre circuit de 3 semaines. Où me conseillez-vous de faire cette journée sachant que ce sera une boucle avec retour au point de départ. J'ai vu les tarifs d'Eagle Rider. D'autres alternatives ?

merci d'avance

Salut,

On part (copine et moi, 23 et 25 ans) en août faire un voyage en voiture dans l'Ouest des USA. J'ai préparé le circuit après avoir lu de nombreux conseils ici et ailleurs et j'aimerai savoir si vous pensez que c'est +/- faisable ou si j'ai oublié qqch d'incontournable, j'aurai aussi besoin de qqs conseils.

Voilà l'itinéraire:

San Francisco - 4n - (6), 7, 8, 9, 10 (arrivée le 6, soir) Oakhurst * - 1n - 10, 11 Yosemite NP * - 1n - 11, 12 Mono Lake + Bodie Bishop - 1n - 12, 13 Death Valley NP Las Vegas - 4n - 13, 14, 15, 16, 17 Zion NP* - 1n - 17, 18 Bryce Canyon NP* - 1n - 18, 19 Capitol Reef NP Moab / Arches NP - 3n - 19, 20, 21, 22 Cannyonlands NP (le 21) Dead Horse Point (le 21) Moab / Arches NP Mexican Hat - 1n - 22, 23 Monument Valley Page (Lake Powell) - 1n - 23, 24 Horseshoe Bend Grand Canyon NP * - 2n - 24, 25, 26 Mojave Los Angeles - 5n - 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, (31) (départ le 31, matin)

25n - 26j

* veut dire qu'on va camper, en aoûts les hotels sont trop chers dans les parcs nationaux...

Je sais que certains jours il y a pas mal de route, mais il me semble que c'est faisable, et on a quand même du temps dans les parcs nationaux, c'est pas juste passer en voiture en faisant 2 photos par la fenêtre (pour Death Valley, on pourrait y faire plus long (en y passant la nuit), mais il y fait tellement chaud en août que je ne pense pas qu'on va vouloir y rester longtemps).

J'ai 2 questions à propos de la fin du voyage: est-ce que ça vaut la peine d'aller à Sedona (dormir 1 nuit) en quittant le Grand Canyon, juste avant d'aller à LA (c'est un petit détour, mais si Sedona est une destination à voir, pkoi pas)? Et San Diego (surtout Tijuana en fait, un petit tour au Mexique pourrait être sympa)? Qu'est-ce qui vaut plus la peine, ou aucun des 2?

Qqs remarques à propos de l'itinéraire: on est 3 jours à Las Vegas, 1 sera pour le shopping (outlets) et les 2 autres pour visiter les casinos/la ville et faire qqs parties de poker (et ptêtre s'enrichir :)), donc je ne veux pas y faire moins long (en plus on y sera en semaine, quand les hôtels sont moins chers, 39$ la nuit au Stratosphere). A LA, de nouveau, 1 jours sera pour le shopping (outlets), 1 surement pour les parcs d'attractions (6 flags magic mountain ou universal studios), le reste pour visiter la ville. Mais si Tijuana ou Sedona en vaut la peine, on peut très bien ne pas aller dans les parcs d'attraction.

Une dernière question: je suis un peu sceptique quant à la visite d'Alcatraz... c'est finalement juste une ancienne grande prison sur une petite île, ça n'a pas l'air très excitant, vous en pensez quoi?

Merci d'avance pour vos conseils.

Bonjour,

Je me permets à nouveau de vous demander votre avis sur notre voyage en Aout. J’ai fait 3 variantes ci-dessous

Question : Mt Rushmore+un petit bout des Badlands, c’est faisable dans la journée si on dort du côté de Custer (hotels ?) ou Rapid City ? et le « pass » donne t’il droit à l’entrée à Badlands et Rocky Mountains NP ?

Des suggestions sur des sites à voir sur ce parcours ? cela vous semble t’il trop speed ?

Merci d’avance aux fidèles piliers de ce forum !🙂

Et maintenant faut pas qu’on traine pour réserver du côté de Yellowstone…😛

Trajet 1 5 Aout : départ Paris, arrivée Denver fin d’après midi 6 Aout : Denver (repos, recalage horaire, petite visite de Denver "ville morte" le dimanche surtout en Aout…😛) 7 Aout : Denver – Rawlins via Rocky Mountains NP, et route 125 (300 miles, 7h selon mapquest) 8 Aout : Rawlins-Jackson (284 miles, 5h30) 9 Aout : visite Gd Téton 10 Aout : Jackson-West Yellowstone 11 Aout : Yellowstone 12 Aout : Yellowstone 13 Aout : West Yellowstone – Cody (133 miles, 3h25) 14 Aout : Cody – Buffalo via Sheridan (184 miles, 3h30) 15 Aout : Buffalo – Rapid City via Devils Tower (236 miles, 3h55) 16 Aout : Mt Rushmore (+ Badlands ?) nuit vers Custer 17 Aout : Custer – Cheyenne (286 miles, 5h15) 18 Aout : Cheyenne – Denver (100 miles, 1h30, petite revisite de Denver) 19 Aout : retour Paris

Trajet 2 5 Aout : départ Paris, arrivée Denver fin d’après midi 6 Aout : Denver – Steamboat springs via Rocky mountains NP (211 miles, 5h15) 7 Aout : Steamboat springs – Rock springs via Vernal (330 miles, 5h50 sans Dinosaur park.) 8 Aout : Rock Springs – Jackson (284 miles, 5h30) Du 9 au 19 Aout : idem trajet 1

Trajet 3 : idem trajet 2 mais à l’envers soit : 5 Aout : départ Paris 6 Aout : Denver-Cheyenne (100 miles, 1h30 ..petite visite Denver) 7 Aout : Cheyenne – Custer 8 Aout : Mt Rushmore(+Badlands) nuit Rapid City 9 Aout : Rapid city – Buffalo via Devils tower 10 Aout : Buffalo – Cody 11 Aout : Cody – West Yellowstone 12 Aout : Yellowstone 13 Aout : Yellowstone 14 Aout : Yellowstone – Jackson 15 Aout : visite Gd Téton 16 Aout : Jackson – Rock springs 17 Aout : Rock springs – Steamboat springs 18 Aout : Steamboat springs – Denver via Rocky Mountains NP 19 Aout : retour Paris 🏴‍☠️

Bonjour,

Je suis allé en voiture en Chine depuis la France en 1996. A l'époque, il fallait payer 45 000 FF pour entrer en Chine avec son véhicule personnel. Nous l'avions donc laissé à la frontière...

Je souhaite retourner en Chine cet été. Savez-vous s'il faut toujours payer une taxe exorbitante pour entrer en Chine avec sa voiture personnelle, ou si c'est plus ouvert ?

Merci d'avance

Bonjour,

nous avons planifié de visiter Arches prés de Moab en juillet.😇 J'ai lu qu'il fallait réserver sur place pour faire la balade de Fiery Furnace avec les rangers.

Est-ce que vous pensez que cette balade vaut le coup ?

Est-ce qu'on a des chances d'avoir des places le matin pour l'après-midi ou à la rigueur la veille pour le lendemain ?😕

Merci pour votre aide😏

Bonjour à tous, Je pars en californie fin mars - debut avril et j'ai vu qu'à cette époque pas mal de routes sont fermées compte tenu de la neige. Ma question est la suivante : comment accéder à la Death valley depuis le yosemite park sachant qu'à cette période la sortie Est du Yosemite est fermée et que je n'arrive pas à trouver de route pour bifurquer vers l'Est à un moment donné. Merci d'avance pour vos conseils avisés !

Hello,

Je demande de l'aide !!!pour organiser notre trip. 😉 HELP ME !!

Alors voici les étapes que je souhaites faire dans l'absolue mais je ne sais dans quel ordre le faire afin d'optimiser un MAX (arrivée le dimanche 5 mars et retour le marid 22 mars au soir : soit 16 journées).

Je précise que je vais louer une voiture mais je ne sais qd exactement et je prévois train de nuit ou plutôt vols internes afin tjs d'optimiser : je dois me décider avant de partir !!!

J'ai plusieurs possibilités pour la voiture : 1. de BKK pour monter vers CHIANG MAI 2. dans le sens inverse ce qui implique de partir depuis Chiang Mai 3. Je loue pour mon séjour plage qui se situera du côté de krabi certainement, ou Phuket 4. Je loue pour tout ! Je précise que nous sommes "prêts" à partarger notre voiture eventuellement pour ceux qui seraient sur place ! Il nous restera 2 places.

SITES QUE JE SOUHAITES VISITER (en 9/10 journées) > ayutthaya (que je vais zapper eventuellement si je manques de temps, sauf avis contraire !) > Phimai / Phanom Rung et Muang tham (route kmer : je tiens bcp à ces visites à la base, sauf avis contraire) > Sukkothai > Chiang mai (pour le petit trek de 2 jours !)

COTE PLAGE (en deuxième partie de séjour : environ 6/7 journées) > Koh Lanta (eventuellement en excursion 1 journée si vous me conseillez) > Iles similian (pour 1 journée ou 2 / plage et snorkeling) : je veux voir une belle plage avec eaux transparentes. > Koh phi phi (excursion 1 journée) > Baie phang Nha (excursion 1 journée) > Parc kao Lak (en option qu'en dites vous ?? pour 1 balade 1 journée ??) L'idéal serait de trouver un hotel central par rapport à mon parcours coté plage...Je ne me rends pas compte des distances ...

Je sais que c'est très surfait comme parcours mais c'est mon 2ème et certainement dernier trip en thailande avant très longtemps..!

Mes yeux sont grands ouverts 😮 et j'attends vos critiques, suggestions et surtout aide afin de m'organiser. L'an dernier j'ai tout fait sur place au dernier moment résultat : peu de choses de faites au final...Je le déconseille à moins d'avoir du temps ! Etre Routard cela ne s'improvise pas !

Tout sera le bienvenu y compris adresses, etc... Merci

La Biquette 🙂

Il est dit que les meilleurs mois pour visiter les rizières en terrasse sont avril et mai. Or il semble que peu s'en soucie et la plupart des touristes y vont avant.?Est-ce beau aussi en févier/mars. Y a t-il beaucoup de monde pendant les vacances de Pâques ( hotels ou GH pleins partout)? Ou puis-je trouver facilement une petite tente de rando à Manille? Je vais faire à vélo aéroport/Malate, puis je sortirai de Manille à vélo. Qu'en pensez-vous? Est-ce un problème de rouler à vélo au nord de Mindanao ( pour aller prendre le bateau pour Camiguin)?

Qui sait ce qui s'est passé sur le nouvel aéroport de Suvarnabhumi ? Il parait qu'un feu à écalté ...? décidement, encore une excuse puor retarder son ouverture ...😉

Merci de m'indiquer la distance qui sépare Montreal à New-york. merci pour vos réponses.😉

Bonjour à tous. Après avoir digéré les nombreuses info trouvées sur le forum, j'ai pondu un plan pour notre voyage en famille (3 enfants de 1à à 13 ans) pour cet été. J'aimerais avoir vos idées pour les détails. En effet, les vols sont réservés ainsi que la plupart des nuits sauf celles qui sont indiquées. Il est donc impossible de modifier le trajet sauf dans les (petits) détails. Que voir, que faire, quelles randos conseiller à partir de ce canevas? j'ai recueilli pleins de plans et de description de randos pour les différents parcs mais maintenant il faut choisir. Quelles ont été vos préférées ou au contraire avez-vous eu des déceptions? Voici mon plan : Mercredi 28/06 : vol Lyon-London-Denver arrivée 18h25. Nuit Days Inn Business tout près de l’aéroport

Jeudi 29/06 :641 km 6h48 courses à Casper. Nuit au motel 8 de Riverton (résa pas faite)

Vendredi 30/06: 216 km jusqu’à Moran, entrée du Gd Teton. Nuit en Tent Cabin à Colter Bay

Samedi 01/07 : Grand Teton. 2ème nuit à Colter Bay.

Dimanche 02/07 : départ pour le Yellowstone. Nuit en cabin à Old Faithfull.

Lundi 03/07 : Yellowstone. Nuit à Lake Lodge

Mardi 04/07 : Yellowstone. Nuit à Roosevelt lodge cabin.

Mercredi 05/07 : Yellowstone 2ème nuit à Roosevelt.

Jeudi 06/07 : Yellowstone. Nuit en Cabin à Mammoth Hot Springs

Vendredi 07/07 : 860 km, 9h30. route jusqu’à Torrey à l’entrée de Capitol Reef. Nuit en camping à 1000 lakes Campground

Samedi 08/07 : Capitol Reef. 2ème nuit à Torrey en camping.

Dimanche 09/07 : 107 km 1h57 ; Highway 12, Boulder et son musée, jusqu’à Escalante en camping (résa pas faite).

Lundi 10/07 : 100 km, 1h30. Highway 12 jusqu’à Bryce canyon. Nuit au Ruby’s Inn Campground.(en tipi !)

Mardi 11/07 : Bryce Canyon. 2ème nuit en camping au Ruby’s Inn Campground.

Mercredi 12/07 : 375 km 5h. Départ pour Gd Canyon North Rim. Nuit au Gd canyon North Rim Lodge.

Jeudi 13/07 : Gd Canyon North Rim. 2ème nuit au Gd canyon North Rim Lodge.

Vendredi 14/07 : 350 km. Départ pour l’Aéroport Rive Sud pour survol Gd canyon. Nuit au Mather Campground sur Rive Sud (résa pas faite).

Samedi 15/07 : 290 km, 4h00. Départ pour Monument valley en passant par Horse Shoe bend et éventuellement par le Navajo National Monument. Nuit au Golding’s Monument Valley Campground.

Dimanche 16/07 : 200km, 2h30. départ pour Canyonland Sud, The Needles, en passant par Gooseneck, Valley of the Gods, Newspaper Rock. Nuit au Squaw Flat campground (résa impossible).

Lundi 17/07 : Canyonland. Nuit en cabin à Moab (Archview resort)

Mardi 18/07 : Canyonland island in the Sky, Dead Horse Point. 2ème nuit à Moab.

Mercredi 19/07 : Arches. 3ème nuit à Moab.

Jeudi 20/07 : Arches. 4ème nuit à Moab.

Vendredi 21/07 : départ pour Denver 500 km. Avion à 20h15.

Voilà au total ça fait 13 nuit dans du dur (hotel ou cabin), 7 nuits en camping, 2 nuits en Tent Cabin et Une en tipi (... ben woui!)

J'ai bien conscience qu'il y a qq longues voire très longues étapes mais c'est un choix délibéré. Nous aimons conduire et les enfants ont l'habitude des longs trajets (on habite à 800 km de la mer...). Ca permet de dégager quelques journées quasi sans rouler. Pour ceux qui regretteraient qu'on ne pousse pas jusqu'à Glacier national park (je pense en particulier à Vilcanota...dont l'aide m'a été déjà très précieuse), il est probable que nous referons un autre voyage dans l'ouest canadien et que nous pousserons jusqu'à ce parc. On a choisi de shunter Las Vegas car c'est trop loin et on n'aime pas les villes. le canyon de Shelly et Mesa Verde nous ont aussi parus trop loin (on ne peut pas tout faire!)

Voilà. Merci pour vous idées. Marie

Bonjour,

Les spécialistes auraient-ils des suggestions à nous faire pour un circuit auto de 9 jours en Alaska. Nous arriverons à Seward par une croisière depuis Vancouver le 29/07/2006 après presque 6 mois de vadrouille à travers le monde (départ le 10 février, c'est bientôt!) De là, je pensais prendre le coastal train jusqu'à Anchorage, puis louer une voiture (pas de 4x4 =trop cher) remonter vers le Denali NP, laisser la voiture et y camper (il y a encore de la place au Wonder Lake Campground) puis enfin prendre la Denali Highway jusqu'à Paxton (même si c'est interdit par les loueurs) et redescendre à Anchorage via Glennallen. Est-ce faisable? Combien de jours rester à Anchorage? Au début? A la fin? J'étais partie sur 2 jours Combien de jours camper dans le parc? 2-3 jours? Rouler sur la Denali Highway malgré les interdictions des loueurs? Quels risques? En combien de jours? 2 jours? Qu'y a-t-il à voir sur le retour par Glennallen? Merci à ceux qui ont de l'expérience de me donner leur avis.

Principalement pour Charles et Suzanne dont j, ai effacé le message et le...pseudo....mais qui se reconnaitront !!!

1-Je ne m'attarderai pas sur le trajet Montreal-Brownsville (Texas) archi connu et tellement facile par les highways. Pour rompre un peu la monotonie je suggere quand même de prendre la Natchez trail à partir du Tennessee. Cela vous permnettra d, éviter New-Orleans et région. 2-Le fait de vouloir passer par South Padres Island rallonge pas/ mal le trajet...pour Big Bend !!! 3-Le Benson state park de Mission est fermé depuis Mars 2003. Par contre il est encore possible de faire du free beach camping à South Padres Island.Traversez/ le pont ensuite à gauche et environ 3 km plus loin il y a une barriere(plage gardée).Il en coutera 2$ pour un stationnement bord de mer et acces aux sanitaires. 4-De là rte 283 et 83 vers FALCON (state park)-Deux nuits donc une journée entiere pour relaxer et marche-vélos. 5-Prendre la 277 vers Eagle pass 6- Direction Del Rio camping au Seminole Canyon state park. Visiter les/ grottes sans fautes. 7-Vers Marathon. Prendre la 385 pour Big Bend State Park.Il y a 3 camping dont un seul bien emménagé(celui au centre du parc) Prendre plutot le 3eme celui pres du Rio grande. A faire: observation oiseaux-marche-velos-kayak. Ce parc mérite au moins 3 jours pleins donc 5 nuits 8-Sortir de Big bend par la 118. Direction Alpine. Camper à fort Davis-peu connu mais tres tres sympa. Indian lodge state park. Mérite aussi minimum 3 nuits. 9-Continuer sur la 17 jusque Balmoral state park.A voir Musée Pancho villa. Diaporama très bien fait. Fort Alamo n'est pas tres loin!!!Piscine eau chaude au parc...(3 nuits) 10-Vers El Paso: grosse ville sans intéret .Possibilité de camper au Rockhound state park sur la 10. Pas vraiment interesant mais cela réduit l'étape. 11-Direction Tucson: bcp de choix de camping fédéraux-state park et municipaux.Nous avions choisi le Picacho State Park mais apparemment le Saguara s.p. serait bcp mieux....au choix. 12-Prendre la 86 et ensuite la 85 vers Luckville (frontiere mexicaine pour Soncita).Papiers enregistremenrt véhicule-passeport-permis conduire et carte credit et aucun probleme... 13-il reste 100km pour PUERTO PENASCO sur la mer de Cortes....(que les US s'obstinent à appeller Golfe de Californie...) 14-Bcp de camping privés à cet endroit. Malheureusement presque tous propriétés d'investisseurs américains et/ou canadiens. Aucun dépaysement mais tout confort, tout services...Un peu trop à mon gout. Mais c, est un bon endroit pour y passer une partie de l, hiver. Pour nous 3 jours ont suffi.

15-Pour le retour (en avril???) monter au nord vers Phoenix...Apache junction et surtout la petite ville de GLOBE (coup de coeur) ensuite tjs au nord vers les canyons...Utah...Colorado etc... 16-Avec votre carte Fédérale Canada il vous en coutera 6$US/nuit dans les SP donc pas besoin de prendre le passeport Texas à 50$. 17-En janvier et février il fera frais au Texas. Vous risquez de devoir chauffer la nuit au Big Bend, donc prévoir propane en suffisance. 18-Si pas fait avant de partir, vous pourriez prendre votre assurance-auto mexicaine a Tucson ou Nogales(San Javier ).Mais Tucson est une grosse ville; pas évident de s, y promener avecun 5th wheel... Bonne route. Memphré

Bonjour, Pourriez-vous me communiquer le tarif approximatif que je dois prevoir en Prepaid taxi pour aller de l'aeroport de bangkok a Silom road (hotel Mandarin)?

D'avance merci

Bonjour,

je devrais arriver vers juin 2006 au Mexique (nous serons 2) après un périple d'environ 3 mois en Inde, Laos, vietnam. Pensez-vous qu'il est possible de descendre jusqu'au Panama en 3 mois? Le but étant de découvrir un max les pays en évitant les zones trop touristiques. Faut-il peut-être faire le contraire, càd commencer par le Sud et remonter. Et quel moyen de transport serait le plus rentable, pensez-vous que c'est faisable en voiture? Niveau saison, ça devrait être bon, non? Pq au départ nous souhaitions plutôt faire l'Amérique du Sud, mais niveau temps ça n'a pas l'air d'être l'idéal.

tous vos conseils sont bons à prendre

Merci d'avance

Marie

Nous serons à Panguitch pour Bryce Park, et nous envisagions de passer par la 89 et 70 (jonction, marysvale etc...) pour rejoindre Moab (env 403 km pour 4h30). Nous hésitons à présent de passer par Escalante, Boulder, Hanksville, afin d'apercevoir Capitol Reef. Est ce que cela rallonge de beaucoup en km et en temps du fait de la limitation sur des routes plus petites ?

Bonjour,

Nous partons 3 semaines en Thaïlande début juillet et nous avons prévu 7 jours pour parcourir l'Est et ralier Chiang Mai à partir de Bangkok. L'idée est de passer par Ayutthaya, Khorat, Khon Kaen, Phistanlulok, Sukhohtai mais rien n'est arreté (aurons nous le temps de tout faire ?). Puis nous souhaitons passer une journée ou deux à Chiang Mai que nous connaissons déjà.

Nous hésitons sur le moyen de transport... louer une voiture à Bangkok et la rendre à Chiang Mai (retour en train de nuit) tout faire en bus / train Que nous conseilleriez vous ?

Nous sommes également preneur de conseils sur les sites / villes à ne pas rater ou à éviter sur ce trajet ainsi que sur les guest houses accueillantes que vous avez pu fréquenter (budget max : 500 baths par nuit).

Merci d'avance.

Bonjour,

Je souhaite me rendre au Pakistan cet été, et, si le temps le permet (ne sais pas encore pour combien de temps je pourrais partir) me rendre au Tadjikistan.

Quelqu'un peut-il me renseigner sur les conditions d'obtention d'un visa pour le Tadjikistan. N'est-il pas plus facile / possible de se le procurer du Pakistan voire Inde.

Aussi, est-il "aisé" de se rendre à Khorog ?

Autre question concernant le Pakistan : après 9/11, certaines régions frontalières ont été fermées. Est-ce que le Chittral, les vallées Kalash adjacentes et plus au nord le long dui Badakshan afghan les vallées de Yarkhund, Yasin sont accessibles aux étrangers ? Cela fait 4 ans que je n'ais pas mis les pieds par là-bas. Merci si vous pouvez me renseigner

Merci d'avance.

XOXOXO

Bonjour,

Je voudrais me rendre en californie en février

Je voudrais visiter la vallée de la mort, san francisco, Las végas et bryce canyon.

Pourriez vous me donner votre opinion sur le temps qu'il fait à cette période.

Merci de votre aide.

J'envisage de partir en Australie fin 2004 début 2005 pour un trip de 1 an en vélo.

Découvrir le pays dans toute sa longitude et sa latitude, prendre le temps de vivre, de rencontrer des gens, partager des émotions, des délires, s'émerveiller chaque jour.

Je pars avec le WHT, une énorme motivation, une soif d'aventure.

Je souhaite échanger ou rencontrer personne ayant fais ce type de voyage pour partager son expériance et éventuellement faire un bout de chemin avec personne ayant le meme projet.

See you soon.

Avez vous des nouvelles fraiches du nord Pakistan, risques, conseilles etc .... ?

Merci😉

Hello randonneurs !!

Je pars cet été en Asie Centrale (Kirghizie, Ouzb., Chine) pour 2 mois, avec pour objectif beaucoup de trek/randos ; pour etre le plus autonome possible, il nous faudrait un réchaud... est-ce que quelqu un a des infos sur les modeles disponibles sur place (principalement à Bishkek) ? des modeles ex-sovietiques ? poids ? endroits ou les trouver ?

Une autre solution serait d investir dans un réchaud multi-fuels genre Primus ou MSR... est ce que ca vaut le coup ? poids/encombrement ?

Merci beaucoup !! (je suis aussi preneur de toute infos sur les treks dans la région de l'Issyk-Kol, des TianShan, du Muztagh-Ata...)

Raphael

Bonjour,

je rentre d'un trek dans le nord de Thailande (pluie, gadoue, mais EXTRAORDINAIRE!!!) et depuis je passe mon temps plongée dans les catalogues de voyages!

J'ai une ou deux destinations qui me tente et entre autre le Tibet. J'ai reperé des circuits avec trekking dont un plus précisement dans la région de Chengdu, Tagong, le Zhara Lhatse, le lac Zhara Yuntso.

Est-ce que quelqu'un connait????

Est-ce que les trekk à 5000mètres sont abordables pour quelqu'un qui pratique la rando régulièrement mais qui n'a pas l'habitude de la haute montagne? J'ai lu sur le site des témoignages relatant que les Alpes se révèlent plus rudes que le Népal, mais j'ai un peu de mal à me représenter la difficulté....

Merci! bizzzzzzz

Bonsoir à tous,

je voudrais aller en Alaska et dans le Yukon. Pourriez vous me donner quelques conseils ? Par exemple, une idée du prix, les lieux à ne pas manquer, le nombre de jours nécessaires pour profiter pleinement du séjour.

Merci d'avance,

W.J.

Discover everything you can do during a three-week road trip between Sydney and Cairns on Australia’s east coast. All the steps for a memorable journey.

3-week road trip between Sydney and Cairns: itinerary tips A three-week stay in Australia is the perfect amount of time to explore part of the country. Just a part, because the territory is so vast that you could spend months there without seeing it all. For a first trip to this Oceanic country, the route between Sydney and Cairns is a classic. It offers a glimpse of what makes so many travelers dream, with legendary beaches, vibrant cities, tropical forests, paradise islands, and the unmissable Great Barrier Reef. This route along the East Coast alternates between natural landscapes and urban atmosphere, scenic roads, and relaxing days. Here’s a realistic itinerary designed for three weeks, with balanced stops and time to enjoy without feeling rushed.

Days 1 to 3 – Sydney, first steps in Australia Even before setting foot on Australian soil, travelers must have a valid passport and a visa. Australia doesn’t mess around with entry formalities, so it’s best to take care of this in advance. To apply for a tourist visa, the site aus-visa.org guides travelers step by step. Once this formality is sorted, it’s time to focus on the most exciting part: the trip itself. Arriving in Sydney is often a memorable step. You discover one of Australia’s most iconic cities and immediately feel far from Europe. The first few days are for adjusting to the time difference while exploring the city’s landmarks. There’s the Opera House, of course, but also the Harbour Bridge, which dominates the bay and gives Sydney its instantly recognizable silhouette. During these three days in Sydney, you can head to Circular Quay to take a ferry to Manly, just for the pleasure of crossing the bay and admiring the city from the water. You can also walk along Bondi Beach or lay out your towel, depending on the time of year. The coastal walk between Bondi and Coogee offers a spectacular view of the Australian coast. Of course, you won’t want to miss strolling through The Rocks district to soak up the buzz of the capital of New South Wales.

Days 4 to 6 – From Sydney to Byron Bay, the road trip begins The road trip kicks off heading north. The Pacific Highway unfolds its kilometers between the ocean and eucalyptus forests. You quickly realize that driving in Australia is a unique experience. Sure, the distances are long, but the landscapes make every stretch enjoyable. A first stop in Port Macquarie or Coffs Harbour lets you rest while discovering wild beaches. Then comes Byron Bay, the beach town often described as Australia’s surfing and alternative lifestyle capital. After Sydney, the vibe slows down. You wake up early to watch the sunrise near the lighthouse, then spend your days swimming, trying surfing, and exploring the tropical hinterland. You can also hike in nearby national parks to discover hidden waterfalls in the heart of wild landscapes. You might plan to spend one night in Byron Bay before hitting the road again, but it’s so nice that you end up staying for three days.

Days 7 to 9 – Gold Coast and Sunshine Coast, between modernity and nature Heading toward the Gold Coast, the contrast is striking again. Here, skyscrapers line the beach, and you stroll along wide avenues. The vibe is more urban. Surfers Paradise is another ideal stop for surfing. You can also enjoy a lively nightlife. Those who prefer tranquility can relax in Burleigh Heads, known for its beautiful beach and more local atmosphere. The hinterland also holds surprises. The lush forests of Springbrook National Park and its waterfalls remind you that Australia’s nature is everywhere, even near big cities. As you head up to the Sunshine Coast, we recommend stopping in Noosa to discover its elegant houses, peaceful beaches, and national park bordering the ocean. The coastal trails reveal exceptional marine landscapes. The locals’ hospitality is also remarkable.

Days 10 to 12 – Fraser Island, adventure on sand Get ready for a magical moment! From Hervey Bay, you board a ferry to Fraser Island—or K’gari—the world’s largest sand island. Once there, you drive a 4x4 on the beach and discover raw, almost surreal landscapes. Lake McKenzie, with its impressively clear water and dazzling white sand, remains one of the trip’s most memorable highlights. You swim, walk barefoot, observe dingoes from a distance, and feel a rare sense of isolation. It’s as if you’re far from civilization. After two intense days, you hit the road north again. The distances get longer, but the excitement grows as you approach the Whitsundays.

Days 13 to 15 – The Whitsundays, a giant postcard Airlie Beach is the gateway to the Whitsundays, a group of islands 55 km off the coast of Queensland. The water turns turquoise, lush green islands emerge on the horizon, and the sand at Whitehaven Beach looks too white to be real. What to do in the archipelago? Well, snorkel for hours over the coral, swim in secluded coves, and spend peaceful evenings watching the sunset. For those who love discovering hidden spots, head to Cedar Creek Falls for a picnic and a refreshing swim. These days at sea often rank among travelers’ favorite moments. You’ll understand why once you’re there.

Days 16 to 18 – Mission Beach, the tropical break After the magical moments in the Whitsundays, Mission Beach offers a quieter pause. Here, you enjoy a long palm-fringed beach and an almost intimate atmosphere. It’s the perfect spot between Sydney and Cairns to take time to do nothing. That means walking along the water at sunrise, then exploring the surroundings between tropical forest and isolated backroads. Thrill-seekers, however, can skydive over the beach. It’s a uniquely Australian experience that offers plenty of wow moments. This stop marks the entry into North Queensland’s tropical region, where many more wonders await travelers.

Days 19 to 21 – Cairns, the Great Barrier Reef, and the ancient rainforest Cairns is a city in Australia that’s loved for its lively markets, cafés, and beautiful beaches. It’s also the gateway to one of the world’s natural jewels: the Great Barrier Reef. A boat excursion lets you dive or snorkel over colorful reefs. Seeing the coral and fish in this crystal-clear water leaves a lasting impression. But you’ll also discover another wonder with the poetic name of Daintree Rainforest. It’s one of the oldest tropical forests on the planet. Walking under its dense canopy lets you feel the power of nature preserved in its original state. At Cape Tribulation, the forest meets the ocean in a spectacular setting. This end of the trip is packed with emotion.

Traveling from Sydney to Cairns in three weeks means exploring a contrasting and exotic Australia. You start in a dynamic metropolis, cross endless beaches, sail between paradise islands, and finish in an ancient tropical forest. Often, as soon as you’re back, you’re already thinking about returning.

Hello, here’s a totally subjective recap of our 15-day road trip between Colorado and New Mexico, from late September to mid-October.

Our main interests are culture, museums, and landscapes—no hiking or trails for us. Personally, I’m pretty contemplative, and luckily, there’s always something to see out there! We’re pretty used to the US; we’ve been going there often for a long time (let’s just say we’re not exactly young anymore).

Budget: Even though we don’t set a strict budget beforehand, we try to keep costs as low as possible. This time, we managed to spend around 4000 € for two, all included. To do this: avoid expensive accommodations, staying between 60 and 120 € per night with an average of 90 €/night, mixing Airbnb and motels. And skip the “real” restaurants, which are pretty pricey in the US: sandwiches for lunch, takeout or cooking in the Airbnb in the evening. We shop at Sprouts or Whole Foods—organic-style chains that are pricier than Walmart but better. In the evenings, Sprouts has discounts on items that didn’t sell during the day. Also, avoid toll roads, paid parking, and overly expensive attractions or sites. The dispensary budget is separate…

Route: Denver/Colorado Springs/Alamosa/Raton/Santa Fe/Cuba/Cortez/Grand Junction/Glenwood Springs/Denver This wasn’t too planned in advance—we booked a few nights upon arrival and went with the flow. Flight from CDG to Denver with AF/Delta, car rental at Dollar for a standard SUV. The guy at the Dollar counter upsold me on extra insurance for flat tires (and since I knew we’d be off-roading, I took it). Without telling me, he upgraded me to a Jeep Sahara 4X4 Hybrid. Nice.

Listening to the news upon arrival, the anchor announced, “It’s officially fall now.” We hadn’t really thought about that before leaving, but yeah—it’s the time when the trees turn fluorescent yellow and red. Amazing.

Colorado Springs: Garden of the Gods is a free park with paved trails winding through red/orange rock formations. Magical at sunrise—groups of deer roam around, along with birds and rabbits. It’s small but wow! Didn’t try the Manitou Incline in Manitou Springs, a staircase with thousands of steps going straight up the mountain. Impressive from the bottom, but the parking is paid, which is a downside for those willing to tackle it. The Cog Railway goes up to the summit of Pikes Peak—around $100 when we were there. No thanks. And of course, the parking is paid too. For fans, Maggie’s Farm dispensary is great.

On Route 24, Eleven Mile Canyon Recreation Area is fly-fishing paradise—just like in the movie *A River Runs Through It*. Entry is $11, and a trail follows the river at the bottom of the canyon to the dam. Dozens of people in waders are in the water, casting their lines over and over. You can see the salmon in the clear water, and we had a picnic in the sun, imagining Brad Pitt catching a fish.

Buena Vista: A cute little tourist town with an Outdoor Fair that day—some pretty impressive vehicles for sale, set up for mountain living (like Juniper outfitting a RAM).

Alamosa: The closest town to Great Sand Dunes National Park, crossed by the Rio Grande (and let’s be real—it’s more of a stream than a river!). Park access was free because it was National Park Day. A park with massive dunes—climbing them is pretty exhausting, with lots of wind and sinking sand. Glad we didn’t do it in summer; I can’t imagine how tough it’d be in the heat. It’s a bit deceptive: it looks easy to get to the top of a dune, but it’s really not. The campsites were nice, and it was busy that weekend. We passed the “Point of No Return,” a sandy trail winding through the hills and connecting to Route 559 from above. Didn’t go all the way, but it’s possible the entrance is free from that side. However, you need a 4X4 with good ground clearance. After 1 or 2 km on the trail, you’re alone between the dunes and hills—hardly anyone around. But tricky to turn around or pass other vehicles; the trail isn’t wide. We crossed paths with a Hanomag (registered in the Netherlands—impressive!) coming down without stopping, or risking getting stuck.

On the way out, we took the small Route 403, which quickly turns into a trail crossing the mountain. Entire sections of forest were turning fluorescent yellow with patches of green and red—an incredible sight.

Raton: A small town that probably peaked in the late 19th century and has been in slow decline ever since. The Raton Pass Motor Inn is the kind of place that makes the US legendary—entirely 50s and 60s decor, really well done. I had the Betty Page room—too cool. Felt like we were on Route 66. Even better.

Santa Fe: A small city with no high-rises—almost all low-rise buildings, many in adobe, blending perfectly into the landscape. The old downtown is touristy but nice, with its plaza and church. There’s a really cool vibe—we loved it. For drinks, the bar at the top of La Fonda Hotel was packed for sunset, with a diverse crowd. Not overpriced for the location. SITE Santa Fe is a contemporary art space near the train station. It’s free, and the temporary exhibit was really good—high quality. Museum Hill is, as the name suggests, where several museums are located. We visited the Museum of Indian Art and Culture—great if you’re into “First Nations” history. Saw The Dandy Warhols at The Bridge—an outdoor venue, one of the last concerts of the season before winter makes it too cold. Oddly, there was no bag check, just an ID required (even though it was obvious we were over 21!). Tickets were reasonable, around $30 (concerts in the US can be crazy expensive). The band was good, with fewer than 300 people in front. A sign at the bar warned: Don’t forget you’re at 1,500 meters—alcohol hits harder up here!

Albuquerque: A sprawling city with an old historic center that feels a bit like Disneyland—too perfect for my taste. The real highlight is the Sandia Peak Tramway, which goes up to the old ski resort above the city. Tickets are around $35, and it’s worth it—the ride over the canyons is pretty wild. The ski resort is a bit abandoned; apparently, like elsewhere, there’s no snow anymore. I asked several people about the lack of snow, and the answer was always the same: “It’s cyclical.” Okay then. We arrived for the start of the International Balloon Fiesta (one of the world’s largest hot-air balloon gatherings), hoping to see hundreds of balloons in the sky. Nope—windy today, so no one took off. Bummer.

Las Vegas: New Mexico has its own Las Vegas, but it’s nothing like the other one—a sleepy little town with a perfectly preserved 19th-century Historic Plaza Hotel, brick buildings, and vintage streetlights. Everything is so well-preserved it’s often used as a filming location. NM attracts a lot of productions thanks to tax incentives and its Western landscapes—and it’s cheaper than California! That day, a huge Texas flag was flying in the wind: they were filming the second season of *Ransom Canyon* for Netflix in the town center. If we’d been dressed more “Western,” we could’ve been extras.

Jemez Springs: Its Jemez Hot Springs is super cute—several thermal pools at different temperatures, a New Age vibe. The pools are surrounded by big rocks, and you’re asked to speak softly. A place where you could spend hours. $50 for two hours for two.

Los Alamos: A town made legendary by the bomb, the movie, etc. Heads up: It’s still a research center, and to cross part of the town, you need to show ID. No stopping or taking photos allowed. Other than the Oppenheimer House (currently closed—only the neighboring house is open to visitors), there’s not much to see. There’s a replica of the camp entrance, but it’s been turned into restrooms.

Georgia O’Keeffe Trail (American painter, 1887–1986): Her museum in Santa Fe is pretty good, even if they don’t have tons of works. Entry is $20. Her house in Abiquiu is open for visits, but it’s way overpriced at $65. So we skipped it. You can get an idea of it by stopping at the Welcome Center on Route 84. Further down the same road, Ghost Ranch is worth a visit—beautiful setting, free to enter, with trails to explore and a great atmosphere.

Chaco Culture National Historical Park: A pretty isolated park—25 km of trails to get there, with only a small section paved. The road is decent except for the last few kilometers, which have potholes. I can’t imagine it being accessible after rain, though that doesn’t happen often! This park, in the middle of a desert plain with a few canyons, is one of the rare places where you can find multi-story structures from pre-Columbian civilizations—so, before the “current” tribes. But cruel disappointment: it’s been shut down for a few days. We met a Native ranger—tall, with long hair—who explained that even though he wasn’t being paid, he was still guarding the park and had closed all access to the sites. Darn. Turned around and headed back down the trail.

Same story in the next town, Aztec (a funny name, right?): Aztec Ruins National Monument was closed too.

We passed Ship Rock, the Navajo’s sacred mountain—really impressive. Couldn’t find a trail to get closer, but it’s better from a distance anyway! The town of Shiprock itself is pretty depressing—poor living conditions for some Natives, with rundown mobile homes and piles of junk cars.

Stopped in Cortez to visit Mesa Verde National Park. Ate at Denny’s—hadn’t been there in ages (though it’s the kind of place I should feel at home in!). The customers all looked like they’d stepped out of *The Addams Family*—a little creepy. Or funny, depending on your perspective. For Mesa Verde, after discussing it on this forum with the honorable member Caussat (who didn’t find it that amazing), we were on the fence. Problem solved: it was closed too. Back on the road.

Durango: Really nice with its Main Ave and its shops, cafés—touristy but with local life. Famous for its tourist train to Silverton, but we didn’t do it—way too expensive. Choice between a steam locomotive or diesel (which belches black, stinky smoke—yuck). The diesel should be replaced with electric as soon as they get the funds.

Million Dollar Highway: The road winds through the mountains, and every turn (and there are a lot) is breathtaking—unbelievable landscapes with fluorescent yellow, green, and snow-capped mountains. Just wow.

Silverton: A Western town nestled between two mountains, preserved in its original state despite the tourists arriving by train. Around it, abandoned mines and old wooden ties—must’ve been tough for the 19th-century miners.

Grand Junction: The city is surrounded by giant mesas—pretty impressive. The old downtown is *too* clean—almost sterile.

Colorado National Monument: Just outside the city, a winding road climbs between stunning canyons, with sweeping views of the valley. Entry was free that day due to the shutdown.

Route 330, which we took to get back to the highway, passes through a place called “Cowboy Country”—and it’s true. We saw guys in Stetsons with huge pickups, the road turned into a trail with cows wandering on it, and we had to honk to get them to move. The trail to I-70 was full of potholes—the 4X4 came in handy. Had a picnic by Vega Reservoir: the booth at the entrance was empty, but people left cash in envelopes for camping fees. Anyone passing by could’ve taken it, but it’s an example of US trust and honesty!

Glenwood Springs: A small town famous for its hot springs pool—they claim it’s the largest in the world. I don’t know about that, but it has a great look. Unfortunately, it was closed for maintenance those days! Blew our budget by staying at the Hotel Colorado, a huge 1893 building with a real atmosphere in its grand lobby and fake fireplaces. Fire pits in front of wooden chairs in the garden with mountain views—just really great.

Aspen: The billionaires’ ski resort, but surprisingly, parking was free for 2 hours. Rare to see a place for the super-rich that doesn’t scream “not for you” (like Palm Beach, for example). A former mining town completely redone, every shop occupied by a luxury brand. There’s even a thrift shop run by sweet retirees—funny as hell. Two ski lifts to start directly with your skis, but we didn’t see the price—they were still closed. Lots of houses that aren’t huge but are cute, though looking at real estate prices made us think, “Is there an extra zero on that listing?” A 6-bedroom villa for $52 million? Wow. The mountains around are gorgeous—no wonder it became what it is.

Another fancy resort nearby: Vail, more modern in its construction. The restaurants opted for a “Schwarzwald” decor—kind of odd.

Denver: Nothing really stood out for us in this city, except the Design Museum—the Kirkland, where a local painter collected furniture and supplies from Arts and Crafts to Postmodern. Just really great. Entry is included with a visit to the Denver Art Museum, which has diverse collections—from Impressionism (they have a Manet, a Van Gogh, a Cézanne, several Sisleys) to photography. The best part for me was the “Ancient Americas” totems—huge, impressive wooden sculptures, painted, the kind you’re more used to seeing in Polynesia or Easter Island. Personally, I didn’t know Natives made them too. That’s what museums are for!

Back at the airport, where I had to tag my own luggage (you have to do everything yourself with these US airlines). The tag said SLC/CDG! But we were supposed to connect through JFK. Turns out, they’d put us on a DEN/SLC/CDG flight without telling us. In the end, we gained 30 minutes on our original arrival time in Paris!

There you go—hope this inspires other travelers! !

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Other Hitchhikers

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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