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Aller de Suez à Djibouti en bateau English translation pending
Bonjour à tous,
quelqu'un aurait-il une idée de la faisabilité d'une traversée sur la mer rouge de SUEZ à DJIBOUTI ? En fait je compte aller de Paris à Cape Town en voiture en passant par Le Caire mais le Soudan ne veut plus me délivrer de visa terrestre... il me faut donc contourner et je pensait aller d'Egypte à Djibouti en bateau (cargo ou autre...). Mais est-ce possible ? là est la question... et pour quel tarif ? Si quequ'un a ne serait-ce qu'une ébauche de réponse, je lui serait extrêment reconnaissant.. Merci bcp !!! bonne journée...
Florian
quelqu'un aurait-il une idée de la faisabilité d'une traversée sur la mer rouge de SUEZ à DJIBOUTI ? En fait je compte aller de Paris à Cape Town en voiture en passant par Le Caire mais le Soudan ne veut plus me délivrer de visa terrestre... il me faut donc contourner et je pensait aller d'Egypte à Djibouti en bateau (cargo ou autre...). Mais est-ce possible ? là est la question... et pour quel tarif ? Si quequ'un a ne serait-ce qu'une ébauche de réponse, je lui serait extrêment reconnaissant.. Merci bcp !!! bonne journée...
Florian
Plage de Bocca Chica English translation pending
coucou, je rechercherais des infos sur la plage de boka chica, il parait que cet endroit n'a pratiquement pas était touché? ALORS j'essaye de me renseigner, pour un depart en RD mis octobre
merci d'avance!😏
merci d'avance!😏
Le Tour du Québec English translation pending
Salut à tous
Je pars pour Québec le 16 août dans le cadre du PVT.
Je reste 8 mois et je commence par faire un tour du Québec de août à mi-octobre. Je vous indique le parcours que j'ai en tête pour info. Si vous avez des conseils à me donner (visites, transports, logements...), des bouts de parcours similaires, ... n'hésitez pas à me contacter.
J'arrive donc le 16 août à Montréal et puis en gros : 21 août : Départ pour le Lac Saint-Jean 21 août/ 27 août: Tour du Lac Saint-Jean, Fête à Alma, ... 28 août : Départ à Tadoussac, Kayak ou Zodiac pour aller voir les baleines 28 août / 15 septembre : Remonter le long du Saint-Laurent jusqu'au Havre Saint-Pierre 15 septembre / 18 septembre : rester au Havre Saint-Pierre et en profiter pour aller jusqu'à Natashquan et puis trouver un bateau qui m'emmènerait jusqu'à l'Ile d'Anticosti 18 au 25 septembre : REster sur l'ile et profiter de la faune puis trouver un bateau qui m'emmène à Gaspé. 25 septembre / 5 octobre : Gaspé pour une journée puis installation au national de la Gaspésie, Rando de plusieurs jours 6 octobre / 26 octobre : de Gaspé à Montréal en passant par TRois Pistoles, Bonaventure .... 26 Octobre : Arrivée à Montréal
Puis ensuite je reste dans le coin et j'essaie de trouver un boulot dans le développement local. JE rencontre une personne à SHerbrooke fin octobre.
Ce que je voudrais c'est travailler sur la préparation du Festival de Québec qui aura lieu fin janvier. Si vous avez aussi des conseils à ce niveau là, n'hésitez pas.
A bientôt
Je pars pour Québec le 16 août dans le cadre du PVT.
Je reste 8 mois et je commence par faire un tour du Québec de août à mi-octobre. Je vous indique le parcours que j'ai en tête pour info. Si vous avez des conseils à me donner (visites, transports, logements...), des bouts de parcours similaires, ... n'hésitez pas à me contacter.
J'arrive donc le 16 août à Montréal et puis en gros : 21 août : Départ pour le Lac Saint-Jean 21 août/ 27 août: Tour du Lac Saint-Jean, Fête à Alma, ... 28 août : Départ à Tadoussac, Kayak ou Zodiac pour aller voir les baleines 28 août / 15 septembre : Remonter le long du Saint-Laurent jusqu'au Havre Saint-Pierre 15 septembre / 18 septembre : rester au Havre Saint-Pierre et en profiter pour aller jusqu'à Natashquan et puis trouver un bateau qui m'emmènerait jusqu'à l'Ile d'Anticosti 18 au 25 septembre : REster sur l'ile et profiter de la faune puis trouver un bateau qui m'emmène à Gaspé. 25 septembre / 5 octobre : Gaspé pour une journée puis installation au national de la Gaspésie, Rando de plusieurs jours 6 octobre / 26 octobre : de Gaspé à Montréal en passant par TRois Pistoles, Bonaventure .... 26 Octobre : Arrivée à Montréal
Puis ensuite je reste dans le coin et j'essaie de trouver un boulot dans le développement local. JE rencontre une personne à SHerbrooke fin octobre.
Ce que je voudrais c'est travailler sur la préparation du Festival de Québec qui aura lieu fin janvier. Si vous avez aussi des conseils à ce niveau là, n'hésitez pas.
A bientôt
Les plus belles Eglises et Cathédrales! English translation pending
... Puisque les sondages sont à la mode sur VF, je me lance !!!
Quels sont vos plus beaux souvenirs d' Eglises ou de Cathédrales de par le monde. Les Mosquées, Synagogues et Temples, sont bienvenues aussi of course !!!
Pour moi, la plus petite et la plus secrète : En plein coeur du Begijnhof à Amsterdam, l'Eglise catholique clandestine, installée dans 2 résidences privées. Elle abrita des reliques du Miracle d'Amsterdam.
Nawal auréolée
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Quels sont vos plus beaux souvenirs d' Eglises ou de Cathédrales de par le monde. Les Mosquées, Synagogues et Temples, sont bienvenues aussi of course !!!
Pour moi, la plus petite et la plus secrète : En plein coeur du Begijnhof à Amsterdam, l'Eglise catholique clandestine, installée dans 2 résidences privées. Elle abrita des reliques du Miracle d'Amsterdam.
Nawal auréolée
.Sites inconturnables des îles-de-la-Madeleine (Québec) English translation pending
J'aimerais connaître vos commentaires sur les Iles-de-la-Madeleine. J'y vais cet été du 16 au 23 août. Quelles sont à votre avis les choses à ne pas manquer ou les petites découvertes personnelles inconnues de tous? On dit que c'est un endroit magnifique et dépaysant.
Conseils sur Liban et Syrie English translation pending
Bonjour tout le monde,
D'ici quelques semaines, je vais me rendre en Liban et en Syrie pour un voyage d'affaire. Est-ce que quelqu'un qui est déjà allé peut me conseiller? Au point de vue hébergement (propre et pas trop cher), tenue conseillée, ... Est-ce qu'en tant que femme européenne, ce sera plus difficile de négocier avec des hommes?
J'ai encore pleins de questions en tête mais une chose à la fois.😉
Merci
D'ici quelques semaines, je vais me rendre en Liban et en Syrie pour un voyage d'affaire. Est-ce que quelqu'un qui est déjà allé peut me conseiller? Au point de vue hébergement (propre et pas trop cher), tenue conseillée, ... Est-ce qu'en tant que femme européenne, ce sera plus difficile de négocier avec des hommes?
J'ai encore pleins de questions en tête mais une chose à la fois.😉
Merci
Casa Marina Bay English translation pending
bonjour
je suis à la recherche d'infos sur le casa marina bay à las galeras
peut on aller à pied de l'hotel au village de las galeras?
le resto principal buffet a t il vue sur la mer ?
sur les photos on a l'impression que les batiments sont assez éloignés de la mer
est ce que quelqu'un rentre de cet hotel?
tous les commentaires que j'ai lu sont excellents mais assez anciens
j'attends vos commentaires avec impatience
merci
je suis à la recherche d'infos sur le casa marina bay à las galeras
peut on aller à pied de l'hotel au village de las galeras?
le resto principal buffet a t il vue sur la mer ?
sur les photos on a l'impression que les batiments sont assez éloignés de la mer
est ce que quelqu'un rentre de cet hotel?
tous les commentaires que j'ai lu sont excellents mais assez anciens
j'attends vos commentaires avec impatience
merci
Sites incontournables en Nouvelle-Zélande? English translation pending
Je pars 3 mois en Nouvelle-ZÉlande et je voulais savoir si qqn a des endroits à me suggérer. Des endroits à visiter que je ne dois en aucun cas manquer. Ou encore des choses à faire.
Où sont les plus belles plages?
Les plus beaux paysages?
Dans quel coin a été tourné le Seigneur des Anneaux?
Merci d'avance pour vos réponses, ça va p-e agrémenter mon voyage...=)
Où sont les plus belles plages?
Les plus beaux paysages?
Dans quel coin a été tourné le Seigneur des Anneaux?
Merci d'avance pour vos réponses, ça va p-e agrémenter mon voyage...=)
CFC Parking in Dunkirk
Hi,
We received a promotion from our CFC agency offering cruises at up to 40-100% off, and among other details: CFC organizes parking for departures from Dunkirk.
"Unattended parking located about 12 minutes away, fenced off with barriers, at a rate of 10 € per day. Drop off passengers and luggage at the Model Pavilion, and a CFC shuttle will take you from the parking lot to the Model Pavilion every 15-20 minutes. Same for disembarkation. You can book through your agency or on their website. No refunds if the booking is canceled; payment is due at reservation."
Have a great day,
Guylène
PS: Personally, we’d rather keep our vehicle in a free, supervised parking lot and take a taxi to the Model Pavilion.
"Tropical Odyssey" CFC Renaissance – November 1st to 22nd, 2025
We’ve just returned from a cruise that my wife and I will remember—unfortunately, not in a good way.
There’s so much to say that I’ll proceed chapter by chapter.
Pre-Cruise
On January 24th, 2025, I booked through a supposedly attentive cruise agent the repositioning cruise of the CFC Renaissance to the French West Indies, initially departing from Le Havre, then from Dunkirk, on November 1st, 2025.
The return flight was included in the price of this trip.
From January, right after booking, this adventure got off to a bad start.
Used to major cruise lines, I asked my agent to reserve a table for 4 at the "Vatel" restaurant for the second seating, and to link this reservation to the cabin of friends traveling with us. First brush-off: "Ask the maître d’ at the restaurant entrance on the first night."
"To govern is to foresee, and to foresee nothing is to head for disaster," as Émile de Girardin said.
Following this maxim, in February, I started looking for transportation to Le Havre, which was initially the departure port. Then, I asked the travel agent which airport the return flight would land at. I knew flights from Pointe-à-Pitre to Paris served both main Parisian airports. Here, I found myself like a ping-pong ball between the cruise agent and CFC: The cruise agent said, "Ask CFC," and CFC replied, "No, your agent is your intermediary—ask them." It went back and forth like that. Impossible to pre-book the flight that would take us back to our final destination. During the summer, we learned that the departure port was no longer Le Havre but Dunkirk. We canceled our transfers to Le Havre but, of course, lost the cost of the reservations. Meanwhile, we purchased our "Beverage" package—we chose the "Fraîcheur" option, which included all non-alcoholic cocktails, canned sodas, fruit juices, bottled water, and regular coffees. This detail is important for the rest of the story. Every month, I followed up to find out the return airport. Nothing until October 28th (3 days before departure), when CFC finally informed me it was Orly, along with the flight number and time. Of course, on top of booking at full price, I had to arrange my final transfer home. Since I had very little time before the return flight, I had to book an Uber in a rush for the Orly/CDG transfer. Right after, we were told that our first stop in Lisbon—the most anticipated for many cruisers—had been canceled due to a strike at the port of Lisbon and replaced with Vigo, Spain. A completely unremarkable stop—nothing outstanding. As you can see, the prelude was already problematic, yet we’re far from reaching the peak of our disappointments. .......... to be continued soon.
"To govern is to foresee, and to foresee nothing is to head for disaster," as Émile de Girardin said.
Following this maxim, in February, I started looking for transportation to Le Havre, which was initially the departure port. Then, I asked the travel agent which airport the return flight would land at. I knew flights from Pointe-à-Pitre to Paris served both main Parisian airports. Here, I found myself like a ping-pong ball between the cruise agent and CFC: The cruise agent said, "Ask CFC," and CFC replied, "No, your agent is your intermediary—ask them." It went back and forth like that. Impossible to pre-book the flight that would take us back to our final destination. During the summer, we learned that the departure port was no longer Le Havre but Dunkirk. We canceled our transfers to Le Havre but, of course, lost the cost of the reservations. Meanwhile, we purchased our "Beverage" package—we chose the "Fraîcheur" option, which included all non-alcoholic cocktails, canned sodas, fruit juices, bottled water, and regular coffees. This detail is important for the rest of the story. Every month, I followed up to find out the return airport. Nothing until October 28th (3 days before departure), when CFC finally informed me it was Orly, along with the flight number and time. Of course, on top of booking at full price, I had to arrange my final transfer home. Since I had very little time before the return flight, I had to book an Uber in a rush for the Orly/CDG transfer. Right after, we were told that our first stop in Lisbon—the most anticipated for many cruisers—had been canceled due to a strike at the port of Lisbon and replaced with Vigo, Spain. A completely unremarkable stop—nothing outstanding. As you can see, the prelude was already problematic, yet we’re far from reaching the peak of our disappointments. .......... to be continued soon.
Langtang – Trekking in the Rain
We did the Langtang trek (hike) from September 10th to 17th, with the first and last days being the trip from Kathmandu and back—so 6 days of actual walking. It’s a fairly well-known trek but certainly not as famous or crowded as those in the Annapurna or Everest regions, which is why we chose it.
In theory, it’s mandatory to have a guide for this trek. In reality, it seems there are ways to bypass the regulations: we met at least two people hiking without a guide—a South Korean, a New Zealander, and possibly also a couple of English women and an American couple, though we’re not sure if they had a guide.
The agency we booked with had told us it was an affordable trek for relatively older people in good shape—which is our case (I’m 72 myself). I have to say upfront that we found it quite challenging, maybe because we didn’t have good weather—it was the end of the monsoon season. To be clear, no matter your fitness level, I’d say doing this trek in the middle of the monsoon season would be suicidal.
Day 1 – Journey from Kathmandu to Syapru Besi
On Monday, September 8th, there had been violent protests in Kathmandu against the government, which had, among other things, blocked access to social media and been accused of nepotism and corruption. There were 19 deaths. The situation was very tense on the day of our departure, Wednesday the 10th. The agency warned us that public transport was very unreliable. So, we decided to take a jeep, at an additional cost of $100 ($160 minus what was already budgeted for the bus).
We left a little before 7 a.m. and it took us a good hour just to reach the outskirts of Kathmandu. Along the way, we saw several houses and vehicles set on fire by protesters.
The road to Syapru Besi is only 120 km, but it’s frankly awful. It’s always narrow, winds through endless mountains, and the shoulders range from bad to confusing to nonexistent. Several sections are just dirt tracks. We didn’t regret opting for the jeep, as we could stop several times at our convenience—if only to let Y (my Thai partner) throw up everything she had. She’d taken her usual motion sickness medication, but the constant turns, accelerations, and braking eventually made her terribly carsick.
In Nuwakot, we stopped for breakfast at a nice little restaurant, Jimbu. It was around 8:30 a.m., and we’d barely covered 60 km. The restaurant has a lovely garden overlooking the Trishuli Ganga, the river flowing down from Syapru Besi. First photo: the river in the bottom right corner, mist and clouds over the mountain on the other side.
An hour later, my second photo: the hills along the Trishuli Ganga. You can see the different crops—lush green rice paddies in the lower right and corn, already yellowed and likely harvested, in the foreground on the left. And of course, the mist and clouds through which you can glimpse the mountain on the other side of the river.
In theory, it’s mandatory to have a guide for this trek. In reality, it seems there are ways to bypass the regulations: we met at least two people hiking without a guide—a South Korean, a New Zealander, and possibly also a couple of English women and an American couple, though we’re not sure if they had a guide.
The agency we booked with had told us it was an affordable trek for relatively older people in good shape—which is our case (I’m 72 myself). I have to say upfront that we found it quite challenging, maybe because we didn’t have good weather—it was the end of the monsoon season. To be clear, no matter your fitness level, I’d say doing this trek in the middle of the monsoon season would be suicidal.
Day 1 – Journey from Kathmandu to Syapru Besi
On Monday, September 8th, there had been violent protests in Kathmandu against the government, which had, among other things, blocked access to social media and been accused of nepotism and corruption. There were 19 deaths. The situation was very tense on the day of our departure, Wednesday the 10th. The agency warned us that public transport was very unreliable. So, we decided to take a jeep, at an additional cost of $100 ($160 minus what was already budgeted for the bus).
We left a little before 7 a.m. and it took us a good hour just to reach the outskirts of Kathmandu. Along the way, we saw several houses and vehicles set on fire by protesters.
The road to Syapru Besi is only 120 km, but it’s frankly awful. It’s always narrow, winds through endless mountains, and the shoulders range from bad to confusing to nonexistent. Several sections are just dirt tracks. We didn’t regret opting for the jeep, as we could stop several times at our convenience—if only to let Y (my Thai partner) throw up everything she had. She’d taken her usual motion sickness medication, but the constant turns, accelerations, and braking eventually made her terribly carsick.
In Nuwakot, we stopped for breakfast at a nice little restaurant, Jimbu. It was around 8:30 a.m., and we’d barely covered 60 km. The restaurant has a lovely garden overlooking the Trishuli Ganga, the river flowing down from Syapru Besi. First photo: the river in the bottom right corner, mist and clouds over the mountain on the other side.
An hour later, my second photo: the hills along the Trishuli Ganga. You can see the different crops—lush green rice paddies in the lower right and corn, already yellowed and likely harvested, in the foreground on the left. And of course, the mist and clouds through which you can glimpse the mountain on the other side of the river.
Cruise Review: Regal Princess in the British Isles
Hi there!
Here’s a quick review of my cruise on the REGAL PRINCESS.
This was my 35th cruise and my second on the REGAL PRINCESS, which I first discovered in 2017 during a Caribbean cruise.
A few months ago, we received an email from PRINCESS changing the itinerary—DUBLIN and EDINBURGH were replaced by two Scottish islands. We were a little disappointed, but since we’d never sailed around the UK, we didn’t really know any of the ports anyway.
The itinerary was:
SOUTHAMPTON
AT SEA
KIRKWALL
INVERGORDON
AT SEA
STORNOWAY
GLASGOW
BELFAST
AT SEA
CORK
AT SEA
PORTLAND
LE HAVRE
SOUTHAMPTON
A 13-day/12-night cruise for 1350 € per person in a guaranteed deluxe balcony cabin. PRINCESS assigned us a balcony cabin on deck 8 with a large balcony. We ended up happy with our cabin, even though we’d initially preferred a higher deck. I’ll admit I hesitated to choose this cruise because of the weather—I love sunshine and good weather—but the desire to discover new ports won out, especially with the promise of heading to Corsica afterward to soak up some sun again 😉
On PRINCESS, as Catherine mentioned, there’s no card—everyone has a medallion! I loved this system, which unlocks your cabin door as you approach. It’s really well thought out!
We took the EUROSTAR from Lille to London, then a train from London to Southampton the day before. We stayed in a nice IHG hotel near the port.
EMBARKATION It’s Friday, August 1st. After a good breakfast and a quick check-out, we realize our UBER app isn’t working in England ;(. We have to go back to reception to ask for a taxi because, even though the hotel is close to the port, the ship is still over 2 km away—hardly ideal with luggage! The problem is that many hotel guests also requested taxis... so we wait a good 30 minutes before ours arrives! We get to the REGAL PRINCESS pretty quickly but are shocked to see a huge line outside!!! We hadn’t seen that in over a decade! Not the best start! 🙁

TO BE CONTINUED!
A 13-day/12-night cruise for 1350 € per person in a guaranteed deluxe balcony cabin. PRINCESS assigned us a balcony cabin on deck 8 with a large balcony. We ended up happy with our cabin, even though we’d initially preferred a higher deck. I’ll admit I hesitated to choose this cruise because of the weather—I love sunshine and good weather—but the desire to discover new ports won out, especially with the promise of heading to Corsica afterward to soak up some sun again 😉
On PRINCESS, as Catherine mentioned, there’s no card—everyone has a medallion! I loved this system, which unlocks your cabin door as you approach. It’s really well thought out!
We took the EUROSTAR from Lille to London, then a train from London to Southampton the day before. We stayed in a nice IHG hotel near the port.
EMBARKATION It’s Friday, August 1st. After a good breakfast and a quick check-out, we realize our UBER app isn’t working in England ;(. We have to go back to reception to ask for a taxi because, even though the hotel is close to the port, the ship is still over 2 km away—hardly ideal with luggage! The problem is that many hotel guests also requested taxis... so we wait a good 30 minutes before ours arrives! We get to the REGAL PRINCESS pretty quickly but are shocked to see a huge line outside!!! We hadn’t seen that in over a decade! Not the best start! 🙁

TO BE CONTINUED!
A Series: June 2025 Photo Contest Theme
The theme for June is: A SERIES
"A series is a set of coherent images that share several common points while still being different from one another."
In 3 photos, posted simultaneously in the same message, I’d like you to tell me a little story with a few words. You’re allowed 2 series.
They can be narrative or thematic. For example: 3 shots representing 3 professions, 3 places of worship, 3 market stalls, 3 trains... the ideas are endless—whether in the same place or in different countries... or 3 images of the same place, photographed from 3 different angles, under 3 different lights... or 3 images where the predominant color is the same... Narrative and theme can, of course, overlap.
Practical details:
Participation Each VF member can submit up to 2 series, until Saturday, June 21 at 11:59 PM Paris time. Each series of 3 photos must be presented in a single message, with its number indicated (series 1, series 2).
Voting: Each VF member can vote for the 3 series they consider the best, based on their own criteria and the theme.
Voting will take place from Saturday, June 21 at midnight until Saturday, June 28 at 11:59 PM Paris time.
The selected series will be ranked in order of preference: - 1st series: 3 points - 2nd: 2 points - 3rd: 1 point
The winner is the author of the series with the most points.
Results will be published on June 29 during the day. In case of a tie, the number of first-place votes will decide. The winner will have the honor of organizing July 2025’s contest.
Photos that have won (1st, 2nd, or 3rd place) in another VF contest are not eligible for this one.
This thread is exclusively for series submitted to the contest. All discussions, comments, and other chatter should take place in this thread.
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Narrative: In Bali, I took a cooking class. We went to the market to shop with the teacher. We cleaned and prepped the ingredients to make, among other things, a lovely salad.



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Narrative and thematic: I really loved this place 30 km from Essaouira. A little souk "just as it is," as they say. The souk of Ida Ougourd.



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Thematic: Green in nature. The green of tea plantations in Munnar, a bamboo forest in Les Landes, and a park in Tokyo.


In 3 photos, posted simultaneously in the same message, I’d like you to tell me a little story with a few words. You’re allowed 2 series.
They can be narrative or thematic. For example: 3 shots representing 3 professions, 3 places of worship, 3 market stalls, 3 trains... the ideas are endless—whether in the same place or in different countries... or 3 images of the same place, photographed from 3 different angles, under 3 different lights... or 3 images where the predominant color is the same... Narrative and theme can, of course, overlap.
Practical details:
Participation Each VF member can submit up to 2 series, until Saturday, June 21 at 11:59 PM Paris time. Each series of 3 photos must be presented in a single message, with its number indicated (series 1, series 2).
Voting: Each VF member can vote for the 3 series they consider the best, based on their own criteria and the theme.
Voting will take place from Saturday, June 21 at midnight until Saturday, June 28 at 11:59 PM Paris time.
The selected series will be ranked in order of preference: - 1st series: 3 points - 2nd: 2 points - 3rd: 1 point
The winner is the author of the series with the most points.
Results will be published on June 29 during the day. In case of a tie, the number of first-place votes will decide. The winner will have the honor of organizing July 2025’s contest.
Photos that have won (1st, 2nd, or 3rd place) in another VF contest are not eligible for this one.
This thread is exclusively for series submitted to the contest. All discussions, comments, and other chatter should take place in this thread.
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Narrative: In Bali, I took a cooking class. We went to the market to shop with the teacher. We cleaned and prepped the ingredients to make, among other things, a lovely salad.



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Narrative and thematic: I really loved this place 30 km from Essaouira. A little souk "just as it is," as they say. The souk of Ida Ougourd.



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Thematic: Green in nature. The green of tea plantations in Munnar, a bamboo forest in Les Landes, and a park in Tokyo.



Review of our first experience with CFC
Hi there,
By sheer chance, a family housewarming in Brussels gave us the opportunity to depart from Zeebrugge for our first experience with CFC, allowing us to discover ports we didn’t know (which has become rare).
After some questions before departure while browsing the forums, we discovered this company with great pleasure. Of course, luck may have played a particularly favorable part: dream weather, a sea as calm as a lake, and boarding and disembarking almost as if the ship were reserved just for us, since during our departure from Zeebrugge, only a small number of passengers were taking advantage of the unoccupied cabins from the previous cruise ending in Le Havre.
As a result, we couldn’t get a suite, but our balcony cabin was very functional, with plenty of storage and a whirlpool bath we thoroughly enjoyed.
Admittedly, the carpet was a bit worn, but it wasn’t a big deal. Having a large enough table allowed us to have breakfast in the cabin (our usual habit) in excellent conditions.
The ship, a reasonable size, was pleasant, in great condition, and had many comfortable lounges.
A large enclosed and heated space with a pool, jacuzzi, and deck chairs offered a calm atmosphere without intrusive activities (which is rare).
I won’t mention the entertainment since we barely participated, but I think there was plenty of choice, including a "special bridge" activity.
The restaurant had a lovely setting, with quick service and particularly attentive staff, reminding us of cruises from the past.
The food was good quality and well-presented, though portions were quite small—something big eaters might regret.
We loved the charm of an old-fashioned theater with comfortable seats and a table for drinks.
The shows were fairly high quality, though opinions may vary. They catered mainly to a French-speaking audience, which is quite rare, and featured a live orchestra.
The excursions seemed reasonably priced for what they offered, but we didn’t participate since we prefer organizing things ourselves.
To sum up, we were pleasantly surprised by this "old little ship" with a mostly French-speaking, very attentive staff, all in a great atmosphere.
5 days between Dakar and Saint-Louis: what to do and see?
Hi there,
We’re heading to Senegal for 4 weeks in February 2025.
We’ve booked a 7-day cruise on the Bou el Mogdad departing from Saint-Louis.
That’s all we’ve planned so far—we’re also thinking of exploring Casamance after the cruise.
Any ideas for things to do while traveling between Dakar and Saint-Louis? We’ll arrive in Dakar 5 days before the cruise sets off.
Thanks so much for your tips!
Edith
Quiet island accessible from Tokyo
Hi there,
My wife and I are heading to Japan from March 27 to April 22, 2025. On the evening of the 21st, we’ll be staying in Tokyo to catch our international flight. For this first trip, we’ve prioritized a fairly classic itinerary. Here’s the plan:
- Osaka (arriving at Kansai Airport) - Hiroshima - Itsukushima (also known as Miyajima) - Kyoto - Nara - Kanazawa - Shirakawa-go - Takayama - Tokyo
We’ll likely finish our sightseeing in Tokyo around March 17.
We’re thinking of heading somewhere "quiet" or "by the sea," maybe an island, between the 17th/18th and the evening of the 21st.
What are your thoughts or experiences?
Thanks
My wife and I are heading to Japan from March 27 to April 22, 2025. On the evening of the 21st, we’ll be staying in Tokyo to catch our international flight. For this first trip, we’ve prioritized a fairly classic itinerary. Here’s the plan:
- Osaka (arriving at Kansai Airport) - Hiroshima - Itsukushima (also known as Miyajima) - Kyoto - Nara - Kanazawa - Shirakawa-go - Takayama - Tokyo
We’ll likely finish our sightseeing in Tokyo around March 17.
We’re thinking of heading somewhere "quiet" or "by the sea," maybe an island, between the 17th/18th and the evening of the 21st.
What are your thoughts or experiences?
Thanks
A long journey around Australia
Sunday, October 1st, 2023
Mulhouse-London
We dumped our trash on our neighbors. We hugged, overflowing with emotion. Then Léa from Taxis S showed up. She knows us well. For ages, she’s been our driver. She was practically the official taxiwoman for the trips of the company where Dom and I met. She knew us when we were single! Almost teenagers! She knows everyone and fills in the biographies of people we’d forgotten.
Across the street, while we loaded the luggage, S., perched in his window frame, waved a handkerchief. This wasn’t just any trip.
Then things got tricky. It’s funny how fate sinks its teeth into our happy moments—there’s this whole intermediate phase where the poison seeps in unnoticed because you’re still in the dark...
First, there was a delay on our flight to London. Dom immediately went on high alert, while I stayed calm. In my mind, we had two hours. I knew we had to go from Terminal 5 to Terminal 4, but two hours—come on, that’s plenty, right?

Bad calculation! Because those two hours were between the first flight’s landing and the second’s takeoff. But flights close at least half an hour before departure. Getting from one terminal to another means taking a shuttle bus. We waited for the one going to Terminal 4... until a young guy paid to direct people (who hadn’t seen us) informed us it was no longer possible to access Terminal 4 without going through Terminal 2 first for a connection! That really cranked up the pressure. We started installing a mental countdown with a programmed explosion at the end—guaranteed stress with added beads of sweat. The terminal bus was driven by a young Pakistani guy. We were *so* tense we bombarded him with our frantic, repetitive questions. “So? When are we getting there? What’s happening? Why aren’t we moving?” Our eyes were glued to our watches. The poor guy knew. Perfectly. Because it was obvious—no way around it. We weren’t going to make it. It was impossible. But Dom and I stubbornly refused to believe it. Then the kid stopped the bus. Me, hysterical: “What are you doing? What’s going on? Our plane takes off in... in... 4 minutes!!!! We’re gonna miss iiiiiit!” He wasn’t calm either. “You’ve already missed it!” He explained we had to cross a zone that required an escort car to clear a path through the runways. Impossible to do without. It’s forbidden. We had to WAIT (!!!). Then he got a radio call—he had to rush to Terminal 3 to pick up a passenger who was *super* tight on time. “Amir!!!! It’s RIGHT NOW!” they yelled in his already-red ears, thanks to the complaints of two hysterical Frenchies. Dom and I were in overdrive, hallucinating! We wanted to stop him, maybe even hit him to prevent him from turning around. He picked up the girl, whom we instantly hated like the most despicable witch. I turned on my data, searched for Malaysia Airlines’ number at Terminal 4, called, and actually got someone—quite a feat. A woman cut off my frantic rambling with a blunt “It’s over, the check-in is closed, the plane is about to take off.” I heard her but refused to accept it. I yelled, “We’re coming!” She shot back her monolithic “It’s over.” Finally at the doors of that damn Terminal 4, we ran—*really* ran—a marathon, Gate 6, security checks, pat-downs, “Take off your belts,” we asked questions, everyone seemed confident, we ran with one hand holding up our pants, the other clutching our belt, Gate 6—the room was empty. A girl was sitting there, calmly on the phone. We pounced on her. She calmed us down. Little by little, the light came back. Our brains rebooted. We finally understood it was over. We’d have to start crafting a new plan with the new reality. It started with a return to Terminal 5 to talk to British Airways, which took a good hour. With the same driver as before. We were alone with him. He took the time to apologize, to assure us it wasn’t his fault, that our problem had no solution, that nothing could’ve changed the outcome. At BA, we were exhausted. We were greeted by a handsome young man in a navy-blue uniform with gold stripes everywhere. We could’ve made a scene, but we were just relieved to find someone who’d take charge of our story. It was a minimal response, but it was *a* response. I suppose we could’ve demanded a business-class upgrade or a free trip, but we were just happy with a few vouchers for food, a hotel room with breakfast, and a little bag with plastic toys, a razor, toothbrush, hygiene products, and a T-shirt... Trinkets... But we were fine with it all—we said thank you eagerly because the essential was assured. He found us seats on flights tomorrow. *Tomorrow.* We were afraid to hope! We had the exact same flights but a day later. The same crappy times, but it was all good. We felt saved from the shipwreck, like survivors. - And what about the luggage? - .... !!!!
Monday, October 2nd, 2023 London - Kuala Lumpur
It wasn’t the Ritz, but with exhaustion on our side, we slept well. The continental breakfast was way better than we’d expected from an Ibis Budget. Still, it wasn’t enough to restore my joy for life. The course correction had turned into an arduous obstacle course. I scoured the car rental site every which way. Couldn’t reschedule the car. I’d done it before, but this time... Not to mention the laptop battery was complaining—the Brits have this quirk of making their power outlets incompatible with our chargers. Frustrated, I called them but ended up with a girl who declared herself incompetent and offered to have someone from Avis in Perth call me back—someone who’d supposedly handle rentals better. I decided to wait while taking a bath. Barely settled in, the phone rang. I was soaking wet, of course, and asked Dom to answer. Unfortunately, she’s known for disliking my phone, and in a clumsy move, she hung up. We got annoyed. She put dry towels on the edge of the bathtub, but—another false move—they fell in the water. The phone rang again... I completely redid the plans for the next two days, then transferred the files to my phone to consult them later offline. I plugged in my USB cable... *Plop!* The battery died abruptly—my PC shut down without any of the usual polite warnings! I looked around, hoping to find someone to strangle... Long story short, you can tell the day started under the worst omens. I was in a foul mood and spread my bad vibes to Dominique, who was initially in much better spirits... I called Mastercard, hoping to get a refund for the non-refundable night in Perth we’d already paid for. Same old song: “We’ll call you back”... Then... I’ll cut it short—buses, trains, lots of waiting... We rushed to reach the infamous Terminal 4.

We tried new options and convinced ourselves that a delayed departure flight is unrecoverable, no matter the scenario. We were furious that BA hadn’t bothered to tell us, leaving us to run around like rats in a burning house.
Tuesday, October 3rd, 2023 Kuala Lumpur-Perth
The flight was pretty nice. 13 hours, though. Dom and I were facing each other across the aisle. We could get up easily whenever we wanted without bothering anyone and chat when we felt like it. Besides, their chicken was amazing. They were kind enough to offer Dom a truly remarkable glass of rum. Good movies too, including the excellent *Prisoners* by Denis Villeneuve. At KL, during boarding, we developed a nagging worry about our luggage. We checked with some Malaysian Airlines staff. I sensed their hesitation. They made calls. Then changed their minds, giving us smiles and thumbs up...
Wednesday, October 4th, 2023 Perth
*Happy is the man who, like Ulysses, has had a fine voyage.* Well, for us, it wasn’t that. Finally arrived, we experienced the loneliness of tourists watching the baggage carousel spin, emptying of its precious containers one by one, until only a handful of travelers were left, staring at each other in disbelief. Without luggage, you’re kinda screwed. Not even a change of socks—our feet had been swimming in the same shoes for 3 days. No adapter, so no laptop. No toiletries. We could’ve cried! The lost luggage guy played his part. If you want compensation, fill out the disclaimer on the website made for that. And then, “Don’t worry, your luggage will arrive tomorrow!” “Don’t worry?!” From the start of the trip, we’ve been jerked around, fed lies. Tomorrow is the *absolute* last chance to get them back. Beyond that, we’d have to scramble a whole new trip. And lose a lot in the process! I have no idea how to go about it. Tomorrow... OMG... Tomorrow... We landed at 1 AM. Avis, the car rental place, opens at 6:30. Luckily, we found some decent breakfast. It cheered us up and gave us a second wind. Incorrigible, we started believing again! Well, then we just killed time. What else was there to do?

In front of Avis’s little shack, we were freezing. We’d been there since dawn. The girl who showed up, a Latina, immediately saw us as a nuisance who’d ruin her hopes of a peaceful start. Her face and tone were as unwelcoming as possible. You know us—it ended with hugs. She gave us a gorgeous, brand-new car! A hybrid with ultra-sophisticated features, all buttons you shouldn’t touch if you want to drive this thing without causing irreparable damage! We’re off! Driving on the left is easy at first. You think about it constantly. It’s counterintuitive, it takes effort. It’s later, when you get used to it and confidence sets in, that it becomes dangerous—old reflexes can send you into a wall. Anyway, the car and I immediately clicked.
In Perth, underground parking next to the hotel, friendly welcome—we ended up forgetting all the morning’s mishaps. Should we go sightseeing?
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Across the street, while we loaded the luggage, S., perched in his window frame, waved a handkerchief. This wasn’t just any trip.
Then things got tricky. It’s funny how fate sinks its teeth into our happy moments—there’s this whole intermediate phase where the poison seeps in unnoticed because you’re still in the dark...
First, there was a delay on our flight to London. Dom immediately went on high alert, while I stayed calm. In my mind, we had two hours. I knew we had to go from Terminal 5 to Terminal 4, but two hours—come on, that’s plenty, right?

Bad calculation! Because those two hours were between the first flight’s landing and the second’s takeoff. But flights close at least half an hour before departure. Getting from one terminal to another means taking a shuttle bus. We waited for the one going to Terminal 4... until a young guy paid to direct people (who hadn’t seen us) informed us it was no longer possible to access Terminal 4 without going through Terminal 2 first for a connection! That really cranked up the pressure. We started installing a mental countdown with a programmed explosion at the end—guaranteed stress with added beads of sweat. The terminal bus was driven by a young Pakistani guy. We were *so* tense we bombarded him with our frantic, repetitive questions. “So? When are we getting there? What’s happening? Why aren’t we moving?” Our eyes were glued to our watches. The poor guy knew. Perfectly. Because it was obvious—no way around it. We weren’t going to make it. It was impossible. But Dom and I stubbornly refused to believe it. Then the kid stopped the bus. Me, hysterical: “What are you doing? What’s going on? Our plane takes off in... in... 4 minutes!!!! We’re gonna miss iiiiiit!” He wasn’t calm either. “You’ve already missed it!” He explained we had to cross a zone that required an escort car to clear a path through the runways. Impossible to do without. It’s forbidden. We had to WAIT (!!!). Then he got a radio call—he had to rush to Terminal 3 to pick up a passenger who was *super* tight on time. “Amir!!!! It’s RIGHT NOW!” they yelled in his already-red ears, thanks to the complaints of two hysterical Frenchies. Dom and I were in overdrive, hallucinating! We wanted to stop him, maybe even hit him to prevent him from turning around. He picked up the girl, whom we instantly hated like the most despicable witch. I turned on my data, searched for Malaysia Airlines’ number at Terminal 4, called, and actually got someone—quite a feat. A woman cut off my frantic rambling with a blunt “It’s over, the check-in is closed, the plane is about to take off.” I heard her but refused to accept it. I yelled, “We’re coming!” She shot back her monolithic “It’s over.” Finally at the doors of that damn Terminal 4, we ran—*really* ran—a marathon, Gate 6, security checks, pat-downs, “Take off your belts,” we asked questions, everyone seemed confident, we ran with one hand holding up our pants, the other clutching our belt, Gate 6—the room was empty. A girl was sitting there, calmly on the phone. We pounced on her. She calmed us down. Little by little, the light came back. Our brains rebooted. We finally understood it was over. We’d have to start crafting a new plan with the new reality. It started with a return to Terminal 5 to talk to British Airways, which took a good hour. With the same driver as before. We were alone with him. He took the time to apologize, to assure us it wasn’t his fault, that our problem had no solution, that nothing could’ve changed the outcome. At BA, we were exhausted. We were greeted by a handsome young man in a navy-blue uniform with gold stripes everywhere. We could’ve made a scene, but we were just relieved to find someone who’d take charge of our story. It was a minimal response, but it was *a* response. I suppose we could’ve demanded a business-class upgrade or a free trip, but we were just happy with a few vouchers for food, a hotel room with breakfast, and a little bag with plastic toys, a razor, toothbrush, hygiene products, and a T-shirt... Trinkets... But we were fine with it all—we said thank you eagerly because the essential was assured. He found us seats on flights tomorrow. *Tomorrow.* We were afraid to hope! We had the exact same flights but a day later. The same crappy times, but it was all good. We felt saved from the shipwreck, like survivors. - And what about the luggage? - .... !!!!

Monday, October 2nd, 2023 London - Kuala Lumpur

It wasn’t the Ritz, but with exhaustion on our side, we slept well. The continental breakfast was way better than we’d expected from an Ibis Budget. Still, it wasn’t enough to restore my joy for life. The course correction had turned into an arduous obstacle course. I scoured the car rental site every which way. Couldn’t reschedule the car. I’d done it before, but this time... Not to mention the laptop battery was complaining—the Brits have this quirk of making their power outlets incompatible with our chargers. Frustrated, I called them but ended up with a girl who declared herself incompetent and offered to have someone from Avis in Perth call me back—someone who’d supposedly handle rentals better. I decided to wait while taking a bath. Barely settled in, the phone rang. I was soaking wet, of course, and asked Dom to answer. Unfortunately, she’s known for disliking my phone, and in a clumsy move, she hung up. We got annoyed. She put dry towels on the edge of the bathtub, but—another false move—they fell in the water. The phone rang again... I completely redid the plans for the next two days, then transferred the files to my phone to consult them later offline. I plugged in my USB cable... *Plop!* The battery died abruptly—my PC shut down without any of the usual polite warnings! I looked around, hoping to find someone to strangle... Long story short, you can tell the day started under the worst omens. I was in a foul mood and spread my bad vibes to Dominique, who was initially in much better spirits... I called Mastercard, hoping to get a refund for the non-refundable night in Perth we’d already paid for. Same old song: “We’ll call you back”... Then... I’ll cut it short—buses, trains, lots of waiting... We rushed to reach the infamous Terminal 4.

We tried new options and convinced ourselves that a delayed departure flight is unrecoverable, no matter the scenario. We were furious that BA hadn’t bothered to tell us, leaving us to run around like rats in a burning house.
Tuesday, October 3rd, 2023 Kuala Lumpur-Perth
The flight was pretty nice. 13 hours, though. Dom and I were facing each other across the aisle. We could get up easily whenever we wanted without bothering anyone and chat when we felt like it. Besides, their chicken was amazing. They were kind enough to offer Dom a truly remarkable glass of rum. Good movies too, including the excellent *Prisoners* by Denis Villeneuve. At KL, during boarding, we developed a nagging worry about our luggage. We checked with some Malaysian Airlines staff. I sensed their hesitation. They made calls. Then changed their minds, giving us smiles and thumbs up...
Wednesday, October 4th, 2023 Perth
*Happy is the man who, like Ulysses, has had a fine voyage.* Well, for us, it wasn’t that. Finally arrived, we experienced the loneliness of tourists watching the baggage carousel spin, emptying of its precious containers one by one, until only a handful of travelers were left, staring at each other in disbelief. Without luggage, you’re kinda screwed. Not even a change of socks—our feet had been swimming in the same shoes for 3 days. No adapter, so no laptop. No toiletries. We could’ve cried! The lost luggage guy played his part. If you want compensation, fill out the disclaimer on the website made for that. And then, “Don’t worry, your luggage will arrive tomorrow!” “Don’t worry?!” From the start of the trip, we’ve been jerked around, fed lies. Tomorrow is the *absolute* last chance to get them back. Beyond that, we’d have to scramble a whole new trip. And lose a lot in the process! I have no idea how to go about it. Tomorrow... OMG... Tomorrow... We landed at 1 AM. Avis, the car rental place, opens at 6:30. Luckily, we found some decent breakfast. It cheered us up and gave us a second wind. Incorrigible, we started believing again! Well, then we just killed time. What else was there to do?


In front of Avis’s little shack, we were freezing. We’d been there since dawn. The girl who showed up, a Latina, immediately saw us as a nuisance who’d ruin her hopes of a peaceful start. Her face and tone were as unwelcoming as possible. You know us—it ended with hugs. She gave us a gorgeous, brand-new car! A hybrid with ultra-sophisticated features, all buttons you shouldn’t touch if you want to drive this thing without causing irreparable damage! We’re off! Driving on the left is easy at first. You think about it constantly. It’s counterintuitive, it takes effort. It’s later, when you get used to it and confidence sets in, that it becomes dangerous—old reflexes can send you into a wall. Anyway, the car and I immediately clicked.
In Perth, underground parking next to the hotel, friendly welcome—we ended up forgetting all the morning’s mishaps. Should we go sightseeing?

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Has overtourism changed your relationship with travel?
Good evening! 🙂,
I’m paraphrasing the title of discussions that were popping up back in 2020. Back then, the obstacles were travel restrictions and all sorts of often very arbitrary "health" rules. Today, it feels like we’re facing an epidemic of wanderlust that’s piling up in certain places—places that keep expanding. Places that end up feeling like wallpaper, just part of the scenery, more or less exotic, since the people, the dominant crowd, are always the same. And they’re especially overwhelming in limited spaces like villages, museums, and other remarkable sites.
Personally, it tends to send my cortisol levels through the roof, leading to desperate attempts to salvage what I can (the stress when I saw a travel journal about eastern Crete—then, phew, at least this little piece of old Greece hasn’t been exposed yet. Maybe it’ll survive a little longer). So, no more weekends in beautiful European cities. So, adjusted visiting hours, but that’s not always enough (I’ll still have to say goodbye to Caravaggio’s *Madeleine* since I can’t have a quiet moment with her anymore, even late in the day). So, outright giving up: I’ll never see Machu Picchu. Too late. So, shifting travel dates to minimize the damage (Uzbekistan was originally planned for Easter—with April 24th and May 1st to limit vacation days—but the anxiety of tourist crowds during that mild climate period, with few days off, led me to reschedule the trip for winter. Short days and possible rain are a thousand times better).
Avoiding crowds has become a fundamental criterion for choosing destinations and timing.
And you? Are you able to tune out this identical crowd everywhere, or has it changed your relationship with travel/tourism?
Catherine
I’m paraphrasing the title of discussions that were popping up back in 2020. Back then, the obstacles were travel restrictions and all sorts of often very arbitrary "health" rules. Today, it feels like we’re facing an epidemic of wanderlust that’s piling up in certain places—places that keep expanding. Places that end up feeling like wallpaper, just part of the scenery, more or less exotic, since the people, the dominant crowd, are always the same. And they’re especially overwhelming in limited spaces like villages, museums, and other remarkable sites.
Personally, it tends to send my cortisol levels through the roof, leading to desperate attempts to salvage what I can (the stress when I saw a travel journal about eastern Crete—then, phew, at least this little piece of old Greece hasn’t been exposed yet. Maybe it’ll survive a little longer). So, no more weekends in beautiful European cities. So, adjusted visiting hours, but that’s not always enough (I’ll still have to say goodbye to Caravaggio’s *Madeleine* since I can’t have a quiet moment with her anymore, even late in the day). So, outright giving up: I’ll never see Machu Picchu. Too late. So, shifting travel dates to minimize the damage (Uzbekistan was originally planned for Easter—with April 24th and May 1st to limit vacation days—but the anxiety of tourist crowds during that mild climate period, with few days off, led me to reschedule the trip for winter. Short days and possible rain are a thousand times better).
Avoiding crowds has become a fundamental criterion for choosing destinations and timing.
And you? Are you able to tune out this identical crowd everywhere, or has it changed your relationship with travel/tourism?
Catherine
Cécile découvre Amsterdam, les Pays-Bas et... Metz English translation pending
et hop ! une nouvelle capitale européenne et ses alentours pour Cécile ....
Brel et Béart ont chanté cette charmante ville qui lui tardait de découvrir.. grâce à un CE généreux qui rend accessibles les Adagio Hôtel d'Europe...
11h de route ce dimanche de de retour de vacances... arrivée tardive et nocturne sur place donc dodo le 1er soir
La météo est mouvant mais que rien ne nous arrête... direction Utrecht..
1er choc: des vélos partout !!!! donc vitesse réduite ce qui permet de découvrir des bâtiments insolites


Utrecht centre ses canaux, l'Oudegracht


les touristes n ont pas encore envahi les bars des quais


Même le ramassage des poubelles se fait par péniche!

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

Brel et Béart ont chanté cette charmante ville qui lui tardait de découvrir.. grâce à un CE généreux qui rend accessibles les Adagio Hôtel d'Europe...
11h de route ce dimanche de de retour de vacances... arrivée tardive et nocturne sur place donc dodo le 1er soir
La météo est mouvant mais que rien ne nous arrête... direction Utrecht..
1er choc: des vélos partout !!!! donc vitesse réduite ce qui permet de découvrir des bâtiments insolites


Utrecht centre ses canaux, l'Oudegracht


les touristes n ont pas encore envahi les bars des quais


Même le ramassage des poubelles se fait par péniche!

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

Vos photos du Maroc English translation pending
bonjour
merci de partager si vous le voulez , vos photos et adresses sympa !
en premier évidemment mon village préféré !
AÏt Benhaddou , découvert en 202015 ...2 ou 3 auberges à l'époque ! j'étais à la Baraka ! à l'entrée du village ! c'était tellement cool à cette époque ! je faisais la cuisine avec Mohamed le cuisinier , dans la cuisine de l'auberge !

l'équipe de l'auberge " la baraka "
A gauche , Brahim Bolkaid qui est le patron de l'auberge actuelle " maison d'hôtes panoramic "
en bas à droite le cuisinier !
j'en ai passer des heures dans la cuisine !
à cette période , il y avait des énormes bus d'Allemands , qui arrivaient avec toute leur nourriture !
ils consommaient très peu !
mais on leur servaient surtout des salades fraiches , des boisons ...
ils restaient 3 heures : boissons , pipi , visite du ksar et hop ils repartaient !

la fresque chez Brahim !
AÏt Benhaddou , découvert en 202015 ...2 ou 3 auberges à l'époque ! j'étais à la Baraka ! à l'entrée du village ! c'était tellement cool à cette époque ! je faisais la cuisine avec Mohamed le cuisinier , dans la cuisine de l'auberge !


l'équipe de l'auberge " la baraka "
A gauche , Brahim Bolkaid qui est le patron de l'auberge actuelle " maison d'hôtes panoramic "
en bas à droite le cuisinier !
j'en ai passer des heures dans la cuisine !
à cette période , il y avait des énormes bus d'Allemands , qui arrivaient avec toute leur nourriture !
ils consommaient très peu !
mais on leur servaient surtout des salades fraiches , des boisons ...
ils restaient 3 heures : boissons , pipi , visite du ksar et hop ils repartaient !
la fresque chez Brahim !
Agence pour excursion à Taroudant et Tiout au départ d'Agadir English translation pending
Bonjour
Je pars 5 jours à agadir en mai.
Je souhaiterais faire une excursion à Taroudant et Tiout ,
Aussi vers massa le petit désert . Avez vous une agence à me conseiller ?
Autre question pour la Vallee du paradis , en taxi de agadir c’est combien? Est ce faisable ?
Merciiiiiii de vos conseils
Autre question pour la Vallee du paradis , en taxi de agadir c’est combien? Est ce faisable ?
Merciiiiiii de vos conseils
Retour de mon voyage en solo au Cap Vert English translation pending
D abord merci à tous pour vos recommandations et un super merci à Marie ( ptitortue). Je rentre tout juste de 12 jours de ce merveilleux archipel . J ai choisi d arriver à San Vicente pour repartir de Sal et en rando à Santo Antao.
À San Vicente j ai passé 2 nuits . Mon premier jour j ai visite Mindelo et le lendemain j ai pris une excursion privée pour la visite de l île. J ai beaucoup aimé la vue sur l île de Monte Verde et les grandes plages et les quelques dunes de sable. J ai déjeuné à Calhau chez Hamburg et ce fut très bon. Le paysage est bien changeant sur cette île on passe de l aridité a un peu de vert là où les moulins à vent fonctionnent pour rendre les agricultures vertes. J ai bu des verres au terra lodge , à la pergola et dîner chez loutcha. Pendant ma visite de Mindelo j ai eu droit à la compagnie de Oscar qui me parlait de son pays et qui voulait partager avec moi les anecdotes . Le lendemain j ai pris le ferry de 7h j avoue que ça bougeait pas mal mais bon j ai tenu. L arrivée sur Santo Antao est magnifique avec une très belle lumière. Je suis attendue par mon chauffeur ! On est passé dans une épicerie et la dame m à préparé un piqué nique pour 500 Esc. Je découvre le paysage aride , les dunes de sable noir des superbes montagnes avec les pics et je pense que bientôt je vais être là dedans... Le chauffeur me dépose au sentier qui monte à l alto mira, j avoue que j appréhende un peu car c est ma première rando Le sentier est un long chemin pavé première surprise car j avoue que j ai préparé ce voyage sans regarder de photos et je mcetee et is imaginé ces chemins pavés . En chemin un petit parc de cochon , différentes cultures mais , igname, patates douces et je me sens super bien même si la montée est un peu raide je me rends compte sur j ai vraiment beaucoup de chance d être ici. Au bout d’ une demi heure je suis au col et je n ai rencontré personne ... ça fait bizarre chez moi quand je randonne on rencontre toujours quelqu un. Du col de Forquinha superbe vue sur la vallée . Les sommets comme des aiguilles des dykes! Je descend cette vallée sans oublier de me retourner à chaque instant pour admirer ces dykes, le ciel est bleu et il fait doux . Je passe devant des manguiers et je commence à apercevoir quelques maisons et là c est des Bom Dia comme j aime cette île. Je traverse des ravines et ne voit toujours personne comme touriste ! Je me pose pour découvrir mon pique nique: fromage de chèvre , tomates, coriandre , oignons vert, du pain , des gâteaux maisons et une confiture... un vrai festin et des œufs durs... Je prends mon temps vu qu il est encore tôt je descend dans une gorge
Je rejoins le village de Cha de Morte en étant en pleine forme. Cette première rando était superbe et hâte d en faire d autre.
À San Vicente j ai passé 2 nuits . Mon premier jour j ai visite Mindelo et le lendemain j ai pris une excursion privée pour la visite de l île. J ai beaucoup aimé la vue sur l île de Monte Verde et les grandes plages et les quelques dunes de sable. J ai déjeuné à Calhau chez Hamburg et ce fut très bon. Le paysage est bien changeant sur cette île on passe de l aridité a un peu de vert là où les moulins à vent fonctionnent pour rendre les agricultures vertes. J ai bu des verres au terra lodge , à la pergola et dîner chez loutcha. Pendant ma visite de Mindelo j ai eu droit à la compagnie de Oscar qui me parlait de son pays et qui voulait partager avec moi les anecdotes . Le lendemain j ai pris le ferry de 7h j avoue que ça bougeait pas mal mais bon j ai tenu. L arrivée sur Santo Antao est magnifique avec une très belle lumière. Je suis attendue par mon chauffeur ! On est passé dans une épicerie et la dame m à préparé un piqué nique pour 500 Esc. Je découvre le paysage aride , les dunes de sable noir des superbes montagnes avec les pics et je pense que bientôt je vais être là dedans... Le chauffeur me dépose au sentier qui monte à l alto mira, j avoue que j appréhende un peu car c est ma première rando Le sentier est un long chemin pavé première surprise car j avoue que j ai préparé ce voyage sans regarder de photos et je mcetee et is imaginé ces chemins pavés . En chemin un petit parc de cochon , différentes cultures mais , igname, patates douces et je me sens super bien même si la montée est un peu raide je me rends compte sur j ai vraiment beaucoup de chance d être ici. Au bout d’ une demi heure je suis au col et je n ai rencontré personne ... ça fait bizarre chez moi quand je randonne on rencontre toujours quelqu un. Du col de Forquinha superbe vue sur la vallée . Les sommets comme des aiguilles des dykes! Je descend cette vallée sans oublier de me retourner à chaque instant pour admirer ces dykes, le ciel est bleu et il fait doux . Je passe devant des manguiers et je commence à apercevoir quelques maisons et là c est des Bom Dia comme j aime cette île. Je traverse des ravines et ne voit toujours personne comme touriste ! Je me pose pour découvrir mon pique nique: fromage de chèvre , tomates, coriandre , oignons vert, du pain , des gâteaux maisons et une confiture... un vrai festin et des œufs durs... Je prends mon temps vu qu il est encore tôt je descend dans une gorge
Je rejoins le village de Cha de Morte en étant en pleine forme. Cette première rando était superbe et hâte d en faire d autre.
Croisière inaugurale Costa Smeralda du 22 décembre 2019 English translation pending
Bonsoir
Nous partons ( si la grève ne l’annule pas ) dimanche 22/12 pour la croisière meditereano à bord du tout nouveau Costa Smeralda au départ de Marseille . Je serai avec mes parents et mes 2 ados de 13 et 15 ans !
D’autres candidats au voyage ?
Avis sur itinéraire 14 jours avec deux pré-ados à la Réunion English translation pending
Bonjour,
j'aurais besoin de votre avis sur notre projet d'itinéraire à La Réunion.
Nous partons mi avril, pour 14 jours, avec nos deux enfants de 11 et 12 ans.
Jour 1 - arrivée Saint-Denis le matin / Route vers Hell-Bourg, visite du village et nuit sur place Jour 2 - rando à Hell Bourg (Forêt de Bébour) Jour 3 - départ, passage par Saint-Benoit, balade de Grand Etang, puis route et nuit à Saint-Pierre Jour 4, 5, 6 - Saint-Pierre (plongée, Piton de la Fournaise, Entre-deux) Jour 7 - arrivée et nuit à Cilaos (une petite balade si on a le temps) Jour 8 - canyoning + nuit à Cilaos Jour 9 - rando + nuit à Cilaos Jour 10 - départ et nuit aux Makes Jour 11 - départ, piton Maîdo puis nuit à Saint-Gilles (ou équivalent) Jour 12 - plage Jour 13 - départ vers Saint-Denis + visite et nuit à Saint-Denis Jour 14 - vol Paris tôt le matin
Ce n'est qu'une ébauche, mais les billets d'avion sont réservés !
On souhaite se poser un peu à Saint-Pierre où nous ferons un échange de maison.
Est-ce que ça vous semble cohérent ? Par ailleurs, savez-vous s'il existe des visites / rando guidées, pour qu'on en apprenne un peu plus sur la faune et la flore réunionnaise ?
Merci d'avance de vos précieux avis !!
Gwenelie
j'aurais besoin de votre avis sur notre projet d'itinéraire à La Réunion.
Nous partons mi avril, pour 14 jours, avec nos deux enfants de 11 et 12 ans.
Jour 1 - arrivée Saint-Denis le matin / Route vers Hell-Bourg, visite du village et nuit sur place Jour 2 - rando à Hell Bourg (Forêt de Bébour) Jour 3 - départ, passage par Saint-Benoit, balade de Grand Etang, puis route et nuit à Saint-Pierre Jour 4, 5, 6 - Saint-Pierre (plongée, Piton de la Fournaise, Entre-deux) Jour 7 - arrivée et nuit à Cilaos (une petite balade si on a le temps) Jour 8 - canyoning + nuit à Cilaos Jour 9 - rando + nuit à Cilaos Jour 10 - départ et nuit aux Makes Jour 11 - départ, piton Maîdo puis nuit à Saint-Gilles (ou équivalent) Jour 12 - plage Jour 13 - départ vers Saint-Denis + visite et nuit à Saint-Denis Jour 14 - vol Paris tôt le matin
Ce n'est qu'une ébauche, mais les billets d'avion sont réservés !
On souhaite se poser un peu à Saint-Pierre où nous ferons un échange de maison.
Est-ce que ça vous semble cohérent ? Par ailleurs, savez-vous s'il existe des visites / rando guidées, pour qu'on en apprenne un peu plus sur la faune et la flore réunionnaise ?
Merci d'avance de vos précieux avis !!
Gwenelie
Moukdavanh guest house, à Vang Vieng English translation pending
Moukdavanh guest house, à Vang Vieng.
Tout d'abord, dire que la route Vientiane/Vang Vieng semble immuablement figé dans le temps et la poussière.
Sans doute que les travaux lents et parcimonieux susceptibles d'améliorer la route ne génère pas suffisamment de royalties et de généreux pots de vin pour les décideurs et les membres du parti au pouvoir : ils préfèrent investir là où ça rapporte... on arrive donc à Vang Vieng !
Ma dernière visite dans ce lieu qui conserve sa beauté, tempéré (!) toutefois par un environnement urbain qui devient de plus en plus effarant, remonte à trois ou quatre ans, après m'en être absenté pendant plusieurs années. Déception : la "Moukdavanh guest house" dont j'avais souvent parlé était fermé.
Cette année, je suis retourné à Vang Vieng, et je n'en reviens pas de ce que c'est devenu, au point de ne plus savoir exactement dans quel lieu je me trouvais. J'ai eu de la chance : beaucoup d’hôtels ou guest houses étaient "full", alors en marchant quasiment au hasard, je suis repassé devant la "Moukdavanh guest house". Surprise, c'était ouvert. Moukda m'a raconté qu'elle avait été fermé pendant sept ans et qu'elle venait de rouvrir depuis deux mois. Les bungalows ont été rénové, tous pourvus de climatisation - ce fut fort utile, et elle n'est pas bruyante, très précise. Moukda a toujours le chic de coordonner les literies, et, ma fois, dormir dans du beau ce n'est pas désagréable. Le jardin est toujours accueillant, un havre de paix, toujours content d'y revenir après une balade dans ce Vang Vieng affreusement détonnant !
Il y a toujours cette ancienne piste d'aérodrome, devant laquelle on vous débarquera. Traversez la en allant sur la gauche, et au bout vous avez la ruelle qui vous amène devant la "Moukdavanh guest house". En face, à droite, le temple. Ici, ce n'est pas l'invasion, cela reste un endroit tranquille. Pour ceux qui vont me dire moi je connais une guest sympa, "Malyn", c'est au calme ! Je leur réponds : ça fait longtemps que vous n'y êtes pas passé !
Tout d'abord, dire que la route Vientiane/Vang Vieng semble immuablement figé dans le temps et la poussière.
Sans doute que les travaux lents et parcimonieux susceptibles d'améliorer la route ne génère pas suffisamment de royalties et de généreux pots de vin pour les décideurs et les membres du parti au pouvoir : ils préfèrent investir là où ça rapporte... on arrive donc à Vang Vieng !
Ma dernière visite dans ce lieu qui conserve sa beauté, tempéré (!) toutefois par un environnement urbain qui devient de plus en plus effarant, remonte à trois ou quatre ans, après m'en être absenté pendant plusieurs années. Déception : la "Moukdavanh guest house" dont j'avais souvent parlé était fermé.
Cette année, je suis retourné à Vang Vieng, et je n'en reviens pas de ce que c'est devenu, au point de ne plus savoir exactement dans quel lieu je me trouvais. J'ai eu de la chance : beaucoup d’hôtels ou guest houses étaient "full", alors en marchant quasiment au hasard, je suis repassé devant la "Moukdavanh guest house". Surprise, c'était ouvert. Moukda m'a raconté qu'elle avait été fermé pendant sept ans et qu'elle venait de rouvrir depuis deux mois. Les bungalows ont été rénové, tous pourvus de climatisation - ce fut fort utile, et elle n'est pas bruyante, très précise. Moukda a toujours le chic de coordonner les literies, et, ma fois, dormir dans du beau ce n'est pas désagréable. Le jardin est toujours accueillant, un havre de paix, toujours content d'y revenir après une balade dans ce Vang Vieng affreusement détonnant !
Il y a toujours cette ancienne piste d'aérodrome, devant laquelle on vous débarquera. Traversez la en allant sur la gauche, et au bout vous avez la ruelle qui vous amène devant la "Moukdavanh guest house". En face, à droite, le temple. Ici, ce n'est pas l'invasion, cela reste un endroit tranquille. Pour ceux qui vont me dire moi je connais une guest sympa, "Malyn", c'est au calme ! Je leur réponds : ça fait longtemps que vous n'y êtes pas passé !
Three-week itinerary in Kenya in January
Hello,
We’re planning a three-week trip to Kenya in January 2020 and wanted to share our itinerary. Maybe some of you have feedback or suggestions.
Our goals: we’re not big safari fans (though we do want to do 3 days of it), and that’s not why we’re going to Kenya. We’re huge nature lovers, into sports, hiking, meeting locals, agriculture, and food. We’d also like a few days of pure relaxation on the beach before heading back to Europe.
Here’s our rough itinerary:
Nairobi – arrive in the evening, overnight stay Travel to Mt. Kenya, start trekking Mt. Kenya Mt. Kenya Mt. Kenya Transfer to Meru? How? Rent a car? Guide (for the next three days?)? Meru safari Meru safari Samburu-Buffalo safari Transfer to Nakuru Nakuru – agriculture and people, members of the international Slow Food association Nakuru, Slow Food Nakuru, Slow Food Kichama, coffee plantations Hells Gate – walking or biking safari (Nairobi) Train to Mombasa, beach time and swimming Mombasa and surrounding area Mombasa and surrounding area Mombasa and surrounding area Mombasa and surrounding area Mombasa and surrounding area Train back to Nairobi
Thanks in advance for your thoughts!
We’re planning a three-week trip to Kenya in January 2020 and wanted to share our itinerary. Maybe some of you have feedback or suggestions.
Our goals: we’re not big safari fans (though we do want to do 3 days of it), and that’s not why we’re going to Kenya. We’re huge nature lovers, into sports, hiking, meeting locals, agriculture, and food. We’d also like a few days of pure relaxation on the beach before heading back to Europe.
Here’s our rough itinerary:
Nairobi – arrive in the evening, overnight stay Travel to Mt. Kenya, start trekking Mt. Kenya Mt. Kenya Mt. Kenya Transfer to Meru? How? Rent a car? Guide (for the next three days?)? Meru safari Meru safari Samburu-Buffalo safari Transfer to Nakuru Nakuru – agriculture and people, members of the international Slow Food association Nakuru, Slow Food Nakuru, Slow Food Kichama, coffee plantations Hells Gate – walking or biking safari (Nairobi) Train to Mombasa, beach time and swimming Mombasa and surrounding area Mombasa and surrounding area Mombasa and surrounding area Mombasa and surrounding area Mombasa and surrounding area Train back to Nairobi
Thanks in advance for your thoughts!
Demi-journée dans Bangkok: visite à vélo avec guide English translation pending
bjr à tous,
Qui a fait du vélo a BKK avec un guide pendant quelques heures? j ai cherché sur le net, trip advisor propose plusieures formules;une a retenu mon attention visite en velo 1\2 journée à BBK avc déjeuner pour 76.82 E 2 pers qq l'a t elle expérimenté? Si vous l'avez fait merci de m indiquer d 'ou part cette rando? Nous serons logés à Ko San et le plus proche nous conviendrait car nous restons peu de temps à BKK..Toutes autre suggestion nous interesse pourvu que le quartier de la loc soit bien indiqué.merci pour vos réponses.
Qui a fait du vélo a BKK avec un guide pendant quelques heures? j ai cherché sur le net, trip advisor propose plusieures formules;une a retenu mon attention visite en velo 1\2 journée à BBK avc déjeuner pour 76.82 E 2 pers qq l'a t elle expérimenté? Si vous l'avez fait merci de m indiquer d 'ou part cette rando? Nous serons logés à Ko San et le plus proche nous conviendrait car nous restons peu de temps à BKK..Toutes autre suggestion nous interesse pourvu que le quartier de la loc soit bien indiqué.merci pour vos réponses.
Voyage au sud du Myanmar: endroits, plages et sites à privilégier English translation pending
Bonjour.
Je me rends avec mon épouse en Birmanie pour la 2eme fois.
Je compte rentrer dans le pays par la frontière terrestre Mae sot/Myawaddy
petite virée sur Moulmein et Hpa-An, puis descendre doucement vers la sortie sud Kauthaung / Ranong. Tout cela en 3 semaines.Quels seraient les endroits, les plages , les sites à privilégier.
Je ne trouve pas beaucoup d'infos sur le sud.
Merci pour vos réponses et conseils.😉
François...
Itinéraire de deux semaines au Québec en septembre English translation pending
Bonjour,
Nous avons un projet de voyage au Québec en septembre prochain. C'est dans longtemps, mais ça nous laisse le temps de planifier tout ça 🙂 Au total, nous voyagerons 3 semaines, en démarrant par une petite semaine à New-York (5 ou 6 jours sur place). Ensuite, direction le Québec où nous louerons une voiture.
En deux semaines, nous ferons l'impasse sur la Gaspésie. Nous pensions aussi aller en Ontario, chutes du Niagara mais ce sera trop juste. Nous ne savons pas encore exactement combien de jours nous passerons au Québec (entre 14 et 16 vraisemblablement).
Voici une première ébauche d'itinéraire, après nos débuts de recherche : Arrivée à Montréal et départ direct vers le Parc de la Mauricie : 2 jours
Lac Saint-Jean : 2 jours Saguenay : 2 jours Tadoussac : 1 jour Rimouski, parc du Bic : 2 jours Baie Saint-Paul et Charlevoix : 1 jour Québec et alentours (Parc Jacques-Cartier, Montmorency) : 2 jours Mont-Tremblant : 1 jour Montréal : 3 jours
Là où nous nous posons le plus de questions, c'est après Tadoussac. Pas sûr que nous ayons le temps d'aller de l'autre côté de Saint-Laurent et de visiter également la région de Charlevoix.
Que pensez-vous de tout ça ? Il y a-t-il des étapes qui nécessitent plus ou moins de temps sur place ? Au niveau des vols, l'idéal serait en fait de prendre un NY => Québec City plutôt que Montréal pour limiter les aller-retour en voiture (et du coup de démarrer par Québec, puis la région de Saguenay...). En regardant rapidement les prix des billets, les vols NY => Québec ont l'air deux fois plus cher que NY => Montréal donc pas sûr que ça vaille le coup. Peut-être en terme de temps toutefois...
On se pose une question également : avec la Mauricie, du Bic, Jacques-Cartier et le Mont-Tremblant, cela fait peut-être beaucoup de parcs. Sont-ils différents les uns des autres ? Lesquels sont à privilégier ?
D'avance merci pour vos conseils !
Nous avons un projet de voyage au Québec en septembre prochain. C'est dans longtemps, mais ça nous laisse le temps de planifier tout ça 🙂 Au total, nous voyagerons 3 semaines, en démarrant par une petite semaine à New-York (5 ou 6 jours sur place). Ensuite, direction le Québec où nous louerons une voiture.
En deux semaines, nous ferons l'impasse sur la Gaspésie. Nous pensions aussi aller en Ontario, chutes du Niagara mais ce sera trop juste. Nous ne savons pas encore exactement combien de jours nous passerons au Québec (entre 14 et 16 vraisemblablement).
Voici une première ébauche d'itinéraire, après nos débuts de recherche : Arrivée à Montréal et départ direct vers le Parc de la Mauricie : 2 jours
Lac Saint-Jean : 2 jours Saguenay : 2 jours Tadoussac : 1 jour Rimouski, parc du Bic : 2 jours Baie Saint-Paul et Charlevoix : 1 jour Québec et alentours (Parc Jacques-Cartier, Montmorency) : 2 jours Mont-Tremblant : 1 jour Montréal : 3 jours
Là où nous nous posons le plus de questions, c'est après Tadoussac. Pas sûr que nous ayons le temps d'aller de l'autre côté de Saint-Laurent et de visiter également la région de Charlevoix.
Que pensez-vous de tout ça ? Il y a-t-il des étapes qui nécessitent plus ou moins de temps sur place ? Au niveau des vols, l'idéal serait en fait de prendre un NY => Québec City plutôt que Montréal pour limiter les aller-retour en voiture (et du coup de démarrer par Québec, puis la région de Saguenay...). En regardant rapidement les prix des billets, les vols NY => Québec ont l'air deux fois plus cher que NY => Montréal donc pas sûr que ça vaille le coup. Peut-être en terme de temps toutefois...
On se pose une question également : avec la Mauricie, du Bic, Jacques-Cartier et le Mont-Tremblant, cela fait peut-être beaucoup de parcs. Sont-ils différents les uns des autres ? Lesquels sont à privilégier ?
D'avance merci pour vos conseils !
21 jours de plaisir sur la Côte est des États-Unis English translation pending
Nous revenons d’un road trip sur la côte est des usa, après un road trip dans l’ouest il y a 2 ans et je n’avais pas trouvé l’intérêt de faire un compte rendu vu le nombre de carnet sur l’ouest américain et le peu de carnet sur l’est m’a incité à en faire donc voici le nôtre du 31 aout au 20 septembre 2019 de boston à new York (soyez indulgent c’est mon premier)
Quelque chiffre avant tout
Avion compagnie air France 633.74 /pers, sans escale ,10 mois avant
Voiture Dodge Journey (suffisant pour 4 personnes avec bagages) 14 jours 697 euros
Logement motel et air bnb 20 nuits 2 chambres 2800 euros
Parking ector 150 euros 21 jours
Nourriture resto et piquenique 1660 euros 4 pers
Kilométrage 3330 km
Essence 205 dollars
Cout du voyage par couple pou 3 semaines 4100 euros sans les extra (carte Metro, musée, attraction petite glace, café, boissons et outlet)

