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Bonjour,

Je vais au Pérou (et faire la Inca Trail) en fin juin.

Je porte habituellement des lunettes (que j'aime beaucoup, prescription de -6, donc qui valent 400$). La fin de semaine et pour faire du sport, je porte des verres de contact.

J'ai peur d'amener mes lunettes au Pérou (de me les faire voler, ca serait l'item de plus de valeur que j'aurais...) je pensais donc amener uniquement mes verres de contacts.

Selon vous, est il possible que les voleurs me prennent mes lunettes à l'arraché? Pensez vous que je prends des risques en manipulant mes verres de contact dans ce coin pas très clean?

Merci!!!

Bonjour,

Je crois qu'on a pas encore évoqué ce fim récent. Je viens de le voir, tout à l'heure.

Et je ne le regrette pas. C'est un bon film.

Je n'ai pas encore fait de recherches mais bp de scènes ont été tournées en extérieure, les paysages urbains et désertiques font authentiques.

J'ai eu peur du début de prestation de Matt Demon mais finalement on croit en son personnage.

Quant à l'histoire, qui dénonce les conivences CIA/grands groupes d'hydrocarbures US dans le Golfe persique et aux alentours, elle est tres crédible, même si certains aspects paraissent hyperbolés (assassinat d'un héritier au trone d'un émirat du golfe, via satellite et missile de croisière ; mais aussi côté idéalisé de cet héritier qui veut rendre ''l'independance'' à son pays et le developper en le modernisant).

Ce film, qui imbrique plusieurs histoires qui se recoupent logiquement et assez facilement, dénonce bien des aspects de la lutte pour le controle des gisements dans le monde, avec les accords secrets, la corruption, les trahisons, les manipulations nonbreuses...

Enfin, tous les noms de pays et de villes sont réels, celui de l'émirat en question n'étant pas cité. Je précise cela car je viens de voir Le Terminal avec son horrible Crakhovia ou une ineptie proche.

Vous, qu'en avez-vous pensé ?

Bonjour,

Nous envisageons de partir 2 semaines au Costa Rica cet été avec nos 2 enfants (6 et 8 ans). On a voyagé dès l'age de 1 an avec eux mais essentiellement sur des destinations à risques sanitaires et sécuritaires nuls (martinique, grenadines, bahamas, seychelles, canaries...) et dans des logiques plutôt farniente sur place.

On envisage au Costa Rica de faire un circuit multi-activités combinant marche et déplacement en voiture. Pour l'instant on a retenu Allibert qui propose des circuits 'familles'.

Etant assez novice sur ce genre de destination, j'ai quelques interrogations : Quelle est la meilleure saison pour limiter les risques sanitaires ? Le Costa Rica est-il un pays à risque sécuritaire ? Qu'est-ce qu'il faut absolument voir là-bas (de faisable avec les enfants) ?

Plus généralement, est-ce que quelqu'un connait un lien vers un descriptif des précautions à prendre et des bons reflexes à avoir sur ce genre de destination ?

Merci,

J.

Bonjour à tous, je cherche des personnes ayant effectué le tour de Corse en vélo. Je dois partir avec une amie de l'ile rousse jusqu'à bonifacio puis remonter vers solenzara, tout ça par la côte. Quelqu'un l'a t-il déjà fait ou connait la difficulté des routes? est ce que c'est difficile? Merci pour votre aide... Corinne

Bonjour,

Je compte voyager en Afrique du nord, et je voudrais visiter l'Algérie avec ma petite amie. Je fais donc appel à tous les routards qui connaissent déjà le pays pour obtenir des renseignements! Certains m'ont tenus un discours catastrophique: "si tu n'as pas de certificat de mariage, tu ne pourras pas prendre de chambres d'hotel, il y a eu des enlèvements de touristes, c'est super dangereux", etc. etc.

Comme j'ai vraiment envie de découvrir ce pays qui doit être merveilleux, je voudrais savoir ce qu'il en est réellement. Ces préjugés sont-ils fondés? Est-il vrai que je ne pourrai pas être hébergé avec mon amie? Prenons-nous des risques, même si nous restons dans les grandes villes du nord du pays?

Je voudrais que les amoureux de l'Algérie (ou ses détracteurs) me répondent franchement,

merci d'avance!

Apres la discution sur corsair j'aimerais avoir votre sentiment sur notre chere bonne compagnie nationale, je sais beaucoup de choses ont ete dites a son sujet mais cela me demanderait de remonter loin dans des anciennes discutions et d'en faire un tri. Me concernant je trouve que c'est une bonne compagnie aerienne(fiabilité, confort et accueil) merci pour vos reponses

Le 3 octobre je serai à Cayenne, je vais sejourner quelques jours la, ensuite je partirai vers Belem au Bresil, bien sur il y a l'avion mais quelqu'un a t-il deja fait ce voyage par la route et le bateau ?pouvez vous me donner des renseignements sur ce deplacement, merci d'avance. Jacques

bonjour comment se preparer physiquement pour une rando en velo je souhaite partir un mois en fevrier au chili

merci

Je me pose une question qui est la suivante:

Comment les thailandais se comporte t'il en avec les touristes seul?

Et est il dangereus d'aller là-bas tout seul?

Et pour finir, je compre prendre 400 euros sur moi pour manger, loger et visiter, est ce que cela est assez ou bien un peu juste.

Merci

Bonjour à tous, nous avons besoin de vos conseils de baroudeurs! Voilà, nous partons faire un TDM en juillet et nous nous posons beaucoup de questions sur le matériel. En fait, notre réflexion porte surtout sur la protection du froid. Quel vêtement prendre pour le Ladakh au mois d'août? pour la mongolie au mois d'octobre? pour la Patagonie au mois de mars? Nous avons tiré un trait sur les blousons en Gore-tex trop chèrs et encombrants... Si vous êtes passés dans ces régions à ces périodes, avez vous des conseils à nous apporter ? Merci à tous. Tol et Cél.

salut a tous,

j'envisage de sillonner quelques temps le Madhya Pradesh, car cet etat me parait etre ignore du tourisme de masse, et posseder de nombreux coins vraiment profondement isoles.

Je voudrais a cette occasion demander a tous ceux qui connaissent un peu cet etat de me filer quelques infos a son sujet (coins sympas, etc..)

De plus sauriez vous me dire s'il y a un endroit la-bas, ou je pourrais louer une moto ?

Merci d'avance,

Nico

Bonjour, je viens d'arriver sur ce forum de voyage, avec l'idee machiavelique de... 😊 de... 😊 me faire connaitre... Je vis depuis presque cinq ans dans un village proche de Benares, et j'ai depuis une quinzaine de jours un site internet. J'y tiens un journal en ligne, dans lequel les moments de la vie quotidienne se partagent, les Hindous revelent le sens qu'ils donnent a des actes qui peuvent nous paraitre parfois tellement ridicules. Le cynisme qu'affichent souvent les europeens devant le 'folklore' indien me revolte. J'aimerai que vous visitiez www.elishams.org et me fassiez part de vos commentaires. Vous y trouverez, outre le journal, un livre expliquant les meandres du calendrier lunaire utilise ici, un glossaire fort documente sur les divinites et les termes etranges de la vie quotidienne, des galeries de photos a chaque page du journal... Aller, venez, et ne vous laissez pas intimider par le cote intimiste du site: il est tout nouveau !

Desole pour le manque d'accent, message tape depuis une boutique de Benares, donc clavier qwerty...

Amities a tous et toutes. Bab Eli

bonjour à tous,

nouvelle sur le site, veuillez excuser les erreurs que je vais certainement faire.

Je pars dimanche prochain (le 29) pour 8 jours à Marrakech. Pour l'hotel c'est ok, mais je cherche des bons plans et bonnes adresses pour sortir des sentiers battus et surtout profiter un max de mon séjour.

Dois je aller sur Essaouira? ça vaut vraiment le coup?

j'ai déjà séjourné à ouarzazate et ai fait la vallée du dades, gorge du todra...

merci de votre aide à tous,

bye lisou 😉

si vous voulez visiter l'europe centrale (ou tout bêtement voir de bons films) je vous conseille de regarder les films d'emir kusturica.vous verrez l'ex-yougoslavie à travers le monde des gitans avec toute la poésie et l'engagement de cet homme qui arrive à parler du monde réel tout en nous faisant voyager dans son imaginaire.

exception d'Arizona Dream qui est son seul film étranger (américain) mais que je vous conseille quand-même car il est très bien .

Salut,

Loin de moi de vouloir jouer le vieux schnock (après tout, je n'ai que 32 ans) ou le prof de français, mais c'est plus fort que moi, quand un post est truffé de fautes d'orthographe ou de conjugaison, je décroche totalement. Je sais qu'une langue qui n'évolue pas est une langue qui se meurt, mais quand on en vient à ne même plus saisir le sens d'une phrase ou même d'un post entier, je trouve cela triste. Je me demande si certains se relisent avant d'envoyer leurs messages.

A mes yeux, l'écriture est un peu une image que l'on donne de soi-même, au même titre que son apparence physique. Les fautes d'orthographe et de conjugaison ne sont pas si dures à coriger avec un minimum de relecture et ce sont ainsi autant de tâches sur son image que l'on évite.

Privilègier le fond à la forme c'est bien, mais quand la forme devient repoussante... Comment donner envie ? Comment inspirer un minimum de crédit sur sa personne ?

Voilà, mes prochains posts seront moins pontifiants, c'est promis !

PS : Philobate, ce post ne t'es en aucun cas destiné !

Je reviens tout juste d'un voyage d'une semaine à Punta Cana au Caribe Club Princess. J'ai passé une semaine de rêve avec plusieurs de mes proches!!! Tout au long de la semaine lors de l'animation à la piscine il y avait une chanson ( la chanson thème de l'hotel) qui jouait!!! j'aimerais bien que quelqu'un puisse me donner le titre de cette chanson afin que je puisse me la procurer pour accompagner mes souvenirs.

Merci de votre aide,

une voyageuse nostalgique déjà!!!🙁😉

Souris333

Bonjour

J'ai suivi un cours de danse africaine et j'ai adorer la musique...J'aimerais que vous me proposer des groupes de musique africaine percussion. J'ai acheter Guem, c'est très bon mais j'aimerais avoir de la musique avec des paroles. J'ai acheter aussi diouf.

merci d'avance🙂

la québécoise

Bonjour je propose ce nouveau sujet de discussion. Parlez des livres que vous avez lu, qui traitent du voyage, et qui donnent encore plus envie de partir. Je sais, c'est pas bien de faire ça, c'est malsain, parce qu'on a tous suffisamment envie de se barrer, mais c'est plus fort que nous, n'est-ce pas? J'ouvre, avec l'Usage du Monde de Nicolas Bouvier. Entre 1951 et 1953, Nicolas Bouvier est parti avec un ami peintre (Thierry Vernet) en fiat facile à réparer qui tombe tout le temps en panne à travers l'Europe Balkanique, puis la Turquie, le Kurdistan, l'Iran, l'Afganistan. Il raconte ses souvenirs et ses analyses d'une manière simple et très émouvante. Les rencontres et les moments insolites donnent particulièrement envie de vivre des instants similaires, même s'ils ont quand même pas mal galéré. Mais la galère est un véhicule comme un autre... Donc voilà, pour ceux qui n'aiment pas voyager, lisez ce bouquin, les autres, surtout, abstenez vous, sinon, vous serez irrémédiablement perdus, korzéam.

Pressed for time due to a full house of kids, grandkids, and cats, I decided to go with a general theme. Everyone has photos of religious buildings, so architectural variety is guaranteed. Just a reminder—I’m asking for exterior shots only, either wide-angle or detailed views.

Phanom Rung, Thailand Wat Phra Keo, Bangkok

Abu Simbel

Quimper

Venice

Istanbul

Khiva, Uzbekistan

Hello everyone,

I’m not really a regular contributor to VoyageForum, but every time Kate and I travel, she encourages me to write a travel journal and publish it. And I must admit, it’s a very enjoyable intellectual exercise, though not always easy. As a VF contributor whose journals I’ve read once said, this retrospective work not only helps preserve memories but also provides a fruitful moment of introspection by bringing back emotions and feelings.

Kate and I spent a week in Istanbul. For her, who had already visited, it was a return; for me, it was a discovery.

As we’ve now made a habit of, I write the texts, and she posts her photos. We hope this illustrated story, crafted together, will revive beautiful sensations for those who know the city and inspire others to discover it. Here we go!

Four days of beach relaxation in this truly curious place let me unwind 15 years ago after trekking through Asia or Africa: swimming in clear, clean water and easing jet lag was my goal; seeing that mirage in the middle of the desert also piqued my curiosity... And then Dubai developed, and now I go there once a year for 15 days without ever getting bored!! My backpacker budget doesn’t stop me from enjoying what I love about travel: discovering cultures, architecture, and beaches with turquoise waters.

I’m sharing my favorite spots here for those who love simplicity and the thrill of being amazed! Dubai stretches over 50 km long. I stay in the historic Bur Dubai neighborhood, which is very "Indian" and separated from Deira (the more "Arab/African" district) by a creek.

You cross from one side to the other on abras, small traditional wooden boats that run all day. My hotel is 4 minutes from the Al Ghubaiba bus station, 5 minutes from the Al Ghubaiba metro, and 6 minutes from the Al Ghubaiba boat station!!! It’s easy to get around from here, and at night, it’s lively—safe to go out, with few tourists but mostly the local middle class who built (and are still building) Dubai. It’s simple and very international.

- **Transport:** ...**Getting there:** I fly with Emirates from Paris. Taking the 9:30 PM flight, I sleep on the plane, land at 6:35 AM, exchange 200 euros once I’ve picked up my luggage, change in the restroom, grab a taxi to the hotel, drop off my suitcase, and head straight to the beach! ...**On the ground:** I buy a silver NOL card, which works for buses, metro, and boats. I top it up as needed—it’s valid for 2 years. ...**Taxis:** They have reliable meters. Pink ones are driven by women. Airport-to-hotel fare: 12 €. You’ll find them everywhere, and they don’t complain about short trips. Between 3 PM and 4 PM, it’s trickier because of shift changes.

- **Best times to visit:** For me, it’s April-May and October-November: not too hot for walking but warm enough to swim! Watch out for air conditioning—your worst enemy. It’s everywhere, even at bus stops. Bring a big scarf or sarong to cover your throat and head—going from 32°C to 16°C when you enter a mall, bus, or taxi is pretty harsh!

- **Hotel:** I stay at the Grand Astoria (Fahidi Street) because the value for price and location is great. It’s very clean, and I skip breakfast because near the bus station, there’s a big Carrefour hypermarket where I buy breakfast supplies, water, camel milk, and picnic snacks. There are two nightclubs downstairs—bring earplugs if you want to sleep before 2 AM. Wi-Fi is spotty; you have to change the password every two days. The staff is lovely. Rooms have a TV (4 Indian channels + BBC), a kettle with tea/coffee sachets, and a mini-fridge you fill yourself.

- **Bur Dubai: "My neighborhood"** In the morning, you can see kids in uniforms waiting for the school bus with their parents—second-generation migrants who’ve settled here. They speak English, Arabic, and their mother tongue, have great education, and are in high demand (I see job ads in the local newspapers in the hotel lobby). From the U.S. to the Middle East, Singapore to South Africa, they have bright futures. In the evenings, families stroll along the creek, and it’s common for bench neighbors to ask where you’re from. The whole world crosses paths here. Even with basic English, it’s friendly and warm—the "take care" as people go their separate ways is a nice touch.

Bur Dubai has plenty to explore if you don’t feel like going far: along the creek, there’s a cluster of reconstructed houses forming the Al Shindagha Museum. One ticket lets you visit all the houses, each with a theme tied to the history of the seven emirates (Dubai is one). It takes a full day, but if you stop for lunch, there are tons of restaurants for all budgets, some right by the water.

Walking in the opposite direction, you reach Al Seef, a reconstruction of old Dubai as a small pearl-fishing port. The architecture is lovely, with souvenir shops. My favorite is the Iranian grocery store, where you’ll find camel milk chocolate, black lemon, and sweets with rose, pistachio, and candied apricot. It’s peaceful to walk around here, even as a solo woman. There are free restrooms everywhere, wooden or stone benches, and a nice breeze in the evening. Plenty of waterfront restaurants or places to grab a drink, plus a few towers across the way—nothing spectacular, but they’re prettily lit. There’s a souk with souvenir shops for those who like that!

- **Restaurants:** Bur Dubai has restaurants representing regions of India and the Indian subcontinent. My favorites: Across from the hotel, Paklyari—a Pakistani spot with excellent mutton biryani for 5 €. At Al Seef, Nablus has a great setting by the water. Across in Deira, the Italian restaurant on the 18th floor of the Rotana—go half an hour before sunset for an amazing view of the creek and skyline. The truffle pizza is 24 €. You can take a taxi from Bur, and after dinner, get dropped off at Al Seef to walk back along the creek. For a great thali, Kathhiyawadi is a 10-minute walk from Burjuman metro. My latest discovery: Bordomavi (near the Rashid Al Hadees Masjid 1 bus stop). One of the servers is Algerian and speaks French. You can swim at the small beach with showers/toilets, then have lunch at the restaurant (57 € for two, with starter, main, dessert, and drinks). The setting is peaceful, in a little fishing port with a cool photo op—traditional boats with the modern skyline in the background!

- **Sunset drinks:** The terrace at Concorde Creek View (Bur Dubai) has a creek view, and Canopy by Hilton (Al Seef) overlooks the creek and skyline. You can get a day pass for the pool, including meals and drinks.

- **Lassi:** Near the hotel, SreeRaj Lassi Bar has great ice cream and lassi. *Tip: Everything is takeout-friendly, including leftovers—great for a picnic the next day.

- **Market:** Don’t miss the Waterfront Market—a huge hall where locals buy fish, meat, fruits, and vegetables from all over the world. I love buying fish, shrimp, and cuttlefish, then having it prepared at Yahya’s waterfront restaurant (grilled, in sauce, fried, etc.) with salad, hummus, tabbouleh, and rice. It’s on the way between "my" beach and the hotel, so I stop by easily. I stock up on fruit, and at the Lulu supermarket upstairs, I grab yogurt, water, etc. No need to carry everything—a taxi (available at the main exit) will drop me right at the hotel!

- **Beach:** My favorite: Al Mamzar Park (15-minute taxi ride, 9 €). It has four lifeguarded beaches with showers and restrooms. Opens at 8 AM, but note: Mondays and Wednesdays are for women and young children only! Entry is 1.50 €. On Beach #2, you can rent sun loungers and umbrellas. Beach #3 (the prettiest) has stone tables with benches under big umbrellas—free! I arrive at 8 AM, set up, and walk for an hour along the water, spotting starfish, colorful fish, birds, and occasionally small jellyfish. From bikinis to burkinis, everyone swims as they like! Dubai is judgment-free—no side-eye, just smiles and greetings. I love seeing joyful, full-figured women on women-only days, playing darbuka and singing. Indian women do yoga (even headstands!), Chinese women practice tai chi... I read a lot and swim far out to the buoy limits. Lifeguards keep watch. It’s safe on land too. Once, a 4x4 driver gave me a dirty look for "serving whisky" to my mom from a plastic bottle—until I made him smell it. It was mint tea! Embarrassed, he immediately called his brother, a gym teacher in Poitiers, to apologize in French! People in Dubai are smiley, polite, and very respectful of elders. On weekends, the park is packed with groups and families barbecuing—joyful chaos in every language!

By 1:30 PM, depending on my mood, I’ll get dropped off at the Waterfront Market for fish or a thali restaurant. Sometimes I take the bus—it stops near the abras on the Deira side. Just cross by boat, then it’s a 3-minute walk to the hotel. Takes 45 minutes (vs. 15 by taxi).

For a treat, try Kite Beach (Abu Manara Masjid bus stop). The SoleMio section offers comfy sun loungers, fluffy towels, and umbrellas for 80 € for two in the front row. Go early—you’ll feel like you have the place to yourself, with the Burj Al Arab in the background. It gets busy on weekends.

From there, you can take a taxi to Dubai Mall (not far) to check out the dancing fountains at sunset, for example.

You can also buy day passes at some hotels with sun loungers, towels, pool access, and lunch credit. I tried the Ritz-Carlton—decent (170 € for two, including meals). Lunch was fine, and the view of the lit-up towers at sunset, with the giant wheel, was stunning. I took the metro back in the evening.

There are plenty of free beaches too, like La Mer—worth seeing more for the decor than the beach itself.

- **Even though my main "sightseeing" involves walking around with my head up, admiring the towers in DIFC (amazing), visiting the stunning Mohammed bin Rashid Library (near Creek metro), wandering the souks (including Little India in Bur and the Iranian mosque), or the spice souks in Deira (go early when it’s quiet),** A day trip to Abu Dhabi is worth it. Take the Bur Dubai-Abu Dhabi bus (pay with your NOL card). If you leave early, you’ll see the sunrise over the desert. At the station, buy a bus ticket to the Louvre, cross the footbridge over the highway, and wait for the bus. After the museum, take a taxi to the Grand Mosque, then another taxi back to the bus station. A full but doable day—no need to stay overnight!

In the evening, I love taking the metro (mostly above ground) and passing between the towering, lit-up skyscrapers—it feels like a sci-fi movie. Just missing flying taxis (they’re in the works!)

Sharjah, the closest emirate, has a fantastic Orientalist museum. From Bur Dubai’s maritime station, boats go to Sharjah in 30 minutes, near the aquarium and maritime museum.

- **Shopping:** I buy Indian chai tea spices, incense, camel milk chocolate, Iranian sweets, and fabric from Indian shops selling saris and fabric by the meter. I have a tailor make shirts, tunics, etc. Some shops sell buttons and trimmings to jazz things up.

- **Malls:** To attract customers, mall owners come up with wild ideas: a ski slope at Dubai Mall (worth seeing once), pretty wooden souks at Madinat, and a giant aquarium at Dubai Mall. At sunset, you can watch the dancing fountains to popular global tunes at the foot of the world’s tallest tower. At its base, there’s an excellent Iraqi restaurant, Samad Al Iraki, where the tea server is Tunisian and speaks French! The Ibn Battuta Mall is unique—you can go there straight from Abu Dhabi by bus, for example. Malls have plenty of dining options and are a place to (finally) see locals... though they’re not that interesting. Malls are served by the metro, while buses run along the coast. In Burjuman Mall, there’s a cybercafé on the ground floor where you can print.

A few helpful sites: Visit Dubai - Official Tourism Site RTA (Roads and Transport Authority) - RTA Services

"But what do *you* do in Dubai?" my friends ask, surprised... Yes, I love traveling to countries where I ride on bumpy roads in buses that break down, sleep in places with mosquitoes and cockroaches, and swelter in heat and humidity. But even far from that kind of travel, Dubai has an exotic charm. There’s something for every taste and budget—once you get past the flight ticket (around 680 €, probably cheaper with a layover). Dubai is about relaxing, swimming, being amazed, chatting, and tasting... A safe, clean vacation with no rudeness, and as a woman, it’s a relief to let your guard down. You come back refreshed and at peace!

Hope my experience helps... Next trip: March 2026, with plans to visit the Guggenheim in Abu Dhabi and whatever other curiosities pop up like magic...

Feel free to add to my experience with your own! Happy travels, Laurence

Prologue

This journal recounts a trip to Rajasthan that’s already over a year old and that I’ve only now found the chance to write about. The summer of 2024 marked my return to India—my tenth trip—after six long years away since my last solo wanderings in Tamil Nadu in 2018 (the journal of which is published on this site). That absence was partly (but not only) due to the long COVID and post-COVID period, which saw a complete halt and then a major slowdown in global tourism. To top it off, Voyage Forum announced its closure in an end-of-the-world atmosphere. A sad time for our favorite social activity…

A few weeks after returning from Rajasthan, I tried to motivate myself to start writing a journal to publish on a forum claiming to be VF’s successor, which I’d eventually signed up for out of desperation. But I kept hesitating and putting the project off because, for one, I no longer have the time I used to. For another, the vibe wasn’t really taking off on that forum—it was overrun with ads and not very active, contrary to what its host’s name suggested. Despite its good intentions and commendable role as a stopgap, it also turned out to be very impractical to use, especially when you don’t have much time like me. I’ll admit I’d occasionally check back on VF to see if anything was happening. But all the discussions remained frozen in time, stuck in that fateful year, 2020. Then, rumors swirled online about shady reasons behind its closure, leaving little room for hope.

And then, one fine morning, I got a message at work from Marien informing me that VF had reopened. What a huge surprise! Even though the forum’s “end” had played out in a somewhat apocalyptic atmosphere, the memories of passionate and heated discussions, the frank debates, and the useful exchanges that made this site a traveler’s goldmine and a unique hub of conviviality all came rushing back to me like a breath of fresh air. I finally saw a sign and tried to motivate myself to find the time to publish the journal of this tenth trip to India and fifth to Rajasthan. But in the end, I got bogged down in professional and family obligations and never managed to find the time to get started. That’s now fixed, though, because I had two reasons for wanting to do it: I find that looking back on a trip to tell others about it is a highly beneficial introspective exercise. Also, I thought this journal could be useful to other travelers on a few points.

Because, “do we really need yet another journal about Rajasthan?” you might rightly ask! Especially in a time when so many journals about the “Land of Kings” have been published since VF’s return, not to mention the countless stories you can already find online about this region, one of India’s most touristy. And I’d add, why go back to Rajasthan for a fifth time, where I’ve already dragged my feet more than enough—through its forts, deserts, temples, cities, villages, bumpy roads, train stations, tasty street food stalls, cheap guesthouses, and more? Where some might see just another overhyped tourist destination full of the same old *Arabian Nights* clichés, worn to a thread, that I mentioned earlier, when there’s so much else to see in India? Well, first because it’s a magnificent country I never tire of, where I started an academic study and made so many connections. It’s also packed with places where you won’t find a single tourist (right, Marie-Jo?), even in the heart of well-trodden paths and classic itineraries. And most importantly, as I said earlier, things have changed in recent years. First, after six years without traveling far, the urge to go back to India was getting stronger. But this time, no more solo trips (often) or duo adventures (sometimes)—now it’s a team of four that has to come along! And even if you can argue with that, what better place than Rajasthan to introduce India to people who’ve never seen it? To kids you want to amaze? Plus, traveling with your new little family to your favorite country isn’t the same as going solo in often spartan conditions that only affect you. It’s a different challenge, but ultimately probably much harder. So, is it really reasonable to take two kids to India, including a two-year-old baby? That’s one of the main goals of this journal (but not the only one)—to try to answer that question.

As you can tell, it’s not so much the destination but the slightly unusual setup of this trip that, in my opinion, will make this journal interesting. Despite my experience and expertise (yes, I dare say it) in India, there were plenty of questions before we finalized the plan and said, “Alright, let’s go!” The questions were flying for us parents. Is it wise to travel to India with a two-year-old? What would we do (it happened) if the kids got very sick? Would they be able to handle a road trip on Rajasthan’s bumpy, dusty roads using public transport? Could they handle the shock of such a different world—the dirt, poverty, pollution, noise (…and the smell, as they say), the spicy food, monkeys, mosquitoes, snakes, tigers, leopards, and so on? In short, all the clichés that I usually joke about suddenly became potential realities. Another concern: as a mixed Franco-African family (not me, but my partner and her oldest), wouldn’t we risk not always being well received, given what you sometimes hear about that in India? How would Indians react to seeing a mixed-race family, the ultimate taboo in a country of purity and social segregation, which would undoubtedly raise many questions for them? Of course, not everything went as expected… Because, as you know, with India—and what makes it charming for some—there are always complications: sometimes where you don’t expect them… and sometimes where you do. I’ll go into detail about that in the journal to come (not right away) and in the final review (even later). These experiences could be useful to travelers who find themselves in similar situations and have the same questions we did before embarking on such a journey. And maybe it’ll spark the curiosity of those who aren’t concerned and will read yet another Rajasthan journal, but with its own unique twists.

Despite my unchanged constraints, which mean I have little time to write this, I don’t want to rush the story, so I’ll take my time. There will probably be lulls. I hope that won’t stop people from coming to react, debate, share their impressions, or ask for information.

Thursday, November 2, 2023 Lake Argyle – Katherine

We had a great time. Now we’ve got to pay the price. We’re down one stop before Katherine. Gotta do the whole trip in one go—6 hours of driving. Let’s go! We’re a bit low on fuel with only 300 kilometers of range. The only station at the lake doesn’t open until 9 a.m., and the next (and only) one is 227 kilometers away… Should we risk it? Except for a magnificent frilled-neck lizard darting across the road on its big hind legs and an emu quickly disappearing into the bush, we didn’t see much. Oh—there was also a donkey, lost and panicked in the middle of the road… A quiet road with some beautiful scenery, some worrying bushfires

and a few opportunities to stop for a "warrior’s rest" (never go beyond the first second of the thought that starts drifting off the road…) We cross an invisible border as we enter the Northern Territory, which comes with consequences—we immediately lose an hour and a half by changing time zones. The speed limit goes from 110 to 130.

We arrive at the self check-in in Katherine. As usual, we’re a little taken aback at first. The noise, for starters. There’s a group rehearsing, it seems. We go check it out. We pass through the doors separating "The Stuart" from the adjoining bar and stumble upon what feels like collective hysteria. Turns out, it’s a concert. Aboriginal musicians completely fired up by some incredible music! There are just three of them, but they’re delivering a wall of sound that reminds us of South Africa’s finest neo-techno with a trance-like vibe. The crowd is wild! They’re singing in unison, screaming with joy. We get gently kicked out by security because we’re carrying our groceries, and they’re not having it. We promise ourselves we’ll come back once we’ve put them away in our little fridge.

Then we land. We end up finding plenty of nice things. It’s very possible we’ll like this place!

We head back to enjoy our post-battle Happy Hour. The concert’s over, but the crowd’s still riding the high. It’s indescribable. People are shouting across the room, screaming just for the fun of it—men and women alike. There’s pool, some beat-up arcade games being shaken like coconut trees. Dom and I feel like anthropologists. We’re pretty blown away. It’s epic! And the beer’s half the price it is elsewhere! We’ll definitely be back—that’s for sure!

We give up on finding a restaurant. Not sure they even exist, at least not this season. So, we’ve got a microwave—we eat at home on our little terrace, with a musical accompaniment from a massive orchestra of birds. It sounds amazing!

Monday, August 21, 2023 - Rochefort - Marans

No journal for the first two days. Day 1 - CARCANS-ROYAN Day 2 - ROYAN - ROCHEFORT Tonight I'm in MARANS in the "dry marsh" according to the campsite manager—it’s the first time I’ve heard of a "dry marsh"?!

Photos from the first two days

My gear



The Landes region—nothing extraordinary, but the calm and serenity are nice.



Le Verdon



The wild coast



This marsh isn’t dry, though.

Today is the third day of my trip, and I’m writing to you from a campsite in Marans. I’ve set out to bike from Carcans Maubuisson back to Plaisir. Why Carcans? Because we spent a week there as a family—a great week that lets everyone reconnect for a long stretch. Also, on Saturday, we all headed home—some by car, and me by bike. This journey is about 850 km via bike paths and small cycling roads. It’s not a sporting feat, just a nice long ride for fun. As the old Chinese sage says, "The destination doesn’t matter—it’s the journey that counts." But he also told me, "Traveling is great, but what’s the point if you don’t share it?" You see, this old sage has told me a lot of things—he often keeps me company when I’m biking. Of course, he doesn’t pedal, but we travel in harmony. Sure, he can be a bit annoying sometimes, but we still get along. All this to say I’ve created a group to share my story. I’d be happy to share this experience with you—it’s an adventure for me. On Saturday, I wasn’t sure I’d even leave because I’d been dealing with sciatica for days. Luckily, Juliette, a friend of the old Chinese sage, recommended a lifesaving remedy: Alternately stretching your legs with an elastic band under your foot. Obviously, a jam jar rubber band won’t cut it.

From Marans - The mosquitoes are attacking; time to head back to shelter.

The first two legs took me to Royan and then Rochefort. The Sèvre Niortaise flows nearby, and I followed a canal from La Rochelle. You could say the area is as dry as the marsh, judging by the state of the crops.



As I mentioned, it’s the third day, and if Jesus rose again on this day, for me it was more like the crucifixion. The scorching heat—only bearable when you’re moving—combined with rough trail conditions, and the old Chinese sage says, "Terrible roads, slow speed, and watch your limbs." I set out to do 60 km but ended up doing 80, and the last 20 were tough. I kept checking the GPS to see how much farther until the campsite. Today: Rochefort to Marans, sticking to the coast until La Rochelle, then no notable towns after that—just a constant canal. But since the sky isn’t too low, it hasn’t gotten lost. I’ve still got plenty of anecdotes to share, but it’s pitch black out, and the mosquitoes are still around. This morning, I counted ten in my tent, all full of my blood. Yesterday, at the end of the leg to Rochefort, I was really looking forward to crossing the Charente using the transporter bridge, but a sneaky GPS conspiracy led me far from it. I ended up crossing the Charente on a completely ordinary bridge, watching the transporter bridge in the distance with disappointment.

End of the first episode. Until tomorrow, if you’d like!

5 AM, I’m shivering. The icy February 2022 fog wraps around the deserted Terminal 2, closed for renovations, on the outskirts of which my hotel stands. I wait alone at the stop in the pitch-black night for the first shuttle of the day, which is supposed to take me to T1. I have no idea where I’m going. All I know is the name: Jerusalem. I’m entirely goy, just as entirely atheist, but I’ve been visiting that imaginary city for decades. It haunts, fantastical, the medieval images that once occupied me for so long. It regularly creeps into my ears through the misfortune of news reports from radios around the world. It crystallizes so many of humanity’s delusions, of which I’m a part. I know nothing about it, haven’t read a single guidebook. But I want to see it, walk its streets, live it for a few days. Make it real, tangible.

The flight is on time. This is the era of mandatory FFP2 masks on all flights landing in Italy (Europe?). The crew valiantly fights against passengers’ ingenious attempts to remove them: sipping their drinks milliliter by milliliter, nibbling their snacks cubic millimeter by cubic millimeter, feigning breathing difficulties, yanking off the elastic bands... A rabbi passes through the rows collecting donations. Men put on their tefillin, drape their prayer shawls, and rock to the rhythm of their prayers. Already, the sense of elsewhere.

Ben Gurion Airport is a stunning airport—monumental, bright, functional, adorned with archaeological remnants and enormous photographs showcasing the country’s great leader in its works. I collect my visa from a kiosk, quickly endure the routine interrogation from a military officer slumped in his seat, withdraw some shekels from an ATM, get my nostrils swabbed at one of the many molecular testing stations in exchange for a yellow all-inclusive resort-style wristband that grants me passage through the outer doors. I spend ages (I think I’m just not good at this) in the crowd trying to find a sherut heading to Jerusalem, then lose myself in the landscape. Mediterranean-style—red earth, stunted vegetation, overrun with sprawling construction. I do glute exercises in this traffic, where a Neapolitan driver would embody road indolence. Endless traffic jams signal the city’s approach. The sherut drops me a few steps from my hotel, the Saint George’s Cathedral Pilgrim Guest House, right on the edge of the dotted lines on maps marking the divide between Jewish and Arab Jerusalem. It’s a pleasant complex with an inner garden and beautiful rooms featuring exposed stone vaults—and thank goodness, because I’m not allowed to leave until I get my test results. The reception staff, incredibly helpful, guide me through the myriad of meal delivery options. A roof over my head, a full stomach—all that’s left is to wait. Read Caillois, check the increasingly precise, increasingly ominous rumors of war brewing, yet again, in Europe, and navigate the city’s virtual map to get a sense of where to head once freed.

The next day, it’s done, and my first destination is, quite naturally, the Old City. The first gate I come across is Jaffa Gate, so Jaffa Gate it is—leading from the chaos of vehicles of all kinds into the labyrinth of alleys packed with goods of all kinds.

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

Nous revoici. Cette fois, c’est le département de l'Indre-et-Loire qui est à l’honneur. La même joyeuse équipe, le même état d’esprit. J’ai de nouvelles sacoches sur ma monture. Tout un ensemble orange "Globtrotter". Du coup, j’ai même pu laissé ma sacoche de selle. Mathieu me l’avait offerte il y a quelques années, mais avec mes précédentes sacoches, ça ne passait pas.

Comme vous pouvez le remarquer, si vous me suivez, nous avons sauté une année. Rien de grave, mais un empêchement nous y a contraints. C’est donc avec fébrilité que nous attendions ce moment de retrouvailles joyeuses.

Je suis arrivé à Paris samedi, dimanche nous avons préparé les vélos et les bagages et nous sommes partis lundi, après avoir fait quelques courses. Comme c’est ma première utilisation de mes sacoches, nous avons dû opérer les réglages des attaches, puis répartir le chargement entre elles. Nouvelle organisation.

Voici notre voyage en quelques chiffres.

Durée : 5 jours

Distance : ~ 470 km

Dénivelé : ~ 2800 m D+

Les Mythes Touristiques

Dans un carnet que je suis en train d'écrire sur un voyage récent au Mexique, nous sommes arrivés à une petite discussion sur les fameux groupes de musiciens Mexicains, les mariachis. Il existe un mythe selon lequel « mariachi » serait une déformation du mot Français « mariage », et que cela viendrait des fêtes tenues par les Français lors de leurs quelques années d’occupation du Mexique, dans les années 1860 et quelques. Je cite l’un des intervenants sur mon poste Mexicain :

« Les français organisaient de grandes fêtes aux mariages et avaient l'habitude d'inviter des musiciens…. Mariachi serait une déformation du mot mariage ..? »

Ce mythe a été réfuté car il a été prouvé que le terme « mariachi » était d’usage longtemps avant la peu glorieuse « Intervention » de la France au Mexique (c’était sous Napoléon III).

Plusieurs mythes semblables circulent. Certains semblent être propagés à l’intention des touristes, pour leur donner l’illusion de « mieux comprendre le pays », pour donner une profondeur supplémentaire à leurs voyages, pour alimenter leurs conversations avec les amis quand ils sont de retour. Car tout cela gonfle l’égo et donne envie de faire d’autres voyages, ça alimente le tourisme. D’où revenus, tiens donc, pour qui ?

Mais d’autres mythes existent qui ne sont peut-être pas créés à but lucratif.

Vous connaissez sans aucun doute de tels mythes et je vous propose de les partager. Et de donner les raisons pour lesquelles ces mythes existent.