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Hotel Barcelo Playa Montelimar (Nicaragua) English translation pending
🙂Bonjour,
Je dois m'envoler vers le Nicaragua plus précisément à l'hotel Barcelo Playa Montelimar à la fin de février et j'aimerais avoir quelque commentaires de personne qui ont déja visité l'endroit.Ce que vous avez aimé ce qui vous avez visité, des commentaires sur l'hotel etc, ect
J'aime bien savoir a quoi m'attendre avez d'arriver a destination mais il n'y a pas beaucoup de commentaire de cette destination sur internet
Merci à l'avance 😉
Je dois m'envoler vers le Nicaragua plus précisément à l'hotel Barcelo Playa Montelimar à la fin de février et j'aimerais avoir quelque commentaires de personne qui ont déja visité l'endroit.Ce que vous avez aimé ce qui vous avez visité, des commentaires sur l'hotel etc, ect
J'aime bien savoir a quoi m'attendre avez d'arriver a destination mais il n'y a pas beaucoup de commentaire de cette destination sur internet
Merci à l'avance 😉
Vos impressions sur Cayo Guillermo English translation pending
bonjour a vous tous j aurais besoin de vos commentaire j aimerais aller a cayo guillermo mais j hesite entre le sol et le melia .je suis indecise car jai entendu dire que la plage du melia etais petite mais que la bouffe est tres bonne mais que les gens etais plus agee tandis qu au sol c est plus jeune et que la plage plus grande meme que le monde du melia y vienne et que la bouffe etait bonne aussi .je revient a peine du brisas guardalavaca et la bouffe n etait pas fameuse alors c est tres important pour moi .merci a l avance.
Arrivée à Bombay de nuit English translation pending
nous pensons visiter le sri lanka en janvier, mais au départ de la reunion où nous habitons, le vol que nous avons réservé se fait via Bombay où nous atterrisson à 3h du matin, pour repartir vers colombo 24 heures plus tard à 3h du mat aussi (l'horreur). Ce qui pose problème, c'est que nous voyageons avec nos enfants de 5 et 7 ans. Comme gérer pour ne pas arriver épuisés à destination?
merci por vos suggestions.
merci por vos suggestions.
Séisme à Puerto Plata: état du Superclub Breezes? English translation pending
SALUT TOUT LE MONDE,
JE PART POUR LA RD EN JANVIER ... JE VAIS AU SUPERCLUB BREEZES A PUERTO PLATA. EST-CE QUE QUELQU'UN AURAIT UN BILAN À ME DONNER. EST-CE QUE L'HOTEL A DES DOMMAGES ? 😕
MERCI 😉
JE PART POUR LA RD EN JANVIER ... JE VAIS AU SUPERCLUB BREEZES A PUERTO PLATA. EST-CE QUE QUELQU'UN AURAIT UN BILAN À ME DONNER. EST-CE QUE L'HOTEL A DES DOMMAGES ? 😕
MERCI 😉
Carte routière du Turkmenistan et Ouzbekistan, infos diverses English translation pending
Bonjour,
En 2004 - septembre pour être précis - j'ai l'intention de me rendre avec mon amie à Boukhara, Samarkande en 2cv.
Je suis à la recherche de plusieurs informations. D'abord je voudrais envoyer ma voiture à Istambul par le train pour démarrer de là bas, la traversée de l'Europe ne me tentant plus trop. D'ailleurs cet été je vais à Istambul en descendant le long de la cote adriatique puis en repartant en remontant le long de la mer noire, puis Bucarest et Vienne.
Deuxièmement quelles sont les formalités pour la voiture au Turkmenistan et en Ouzbekistan.
Il s'agit d'une 2cv préparée raid -> renforts de chassis et de suspensions, moteur de visa, etc etc.
D'autre part toutes informations seront les bienvenues pour le trajet Istamboul, Bakou, Turkmenbashi ( par le ferry), Ashgabat, Mary, Chärjew, Boukhara, Samarkande.
De plus je cherche une carte routière du Turkmenistan et de l'Ouzbekistan.
Merci d'avance.
Vieux
En 2004 - septembre pour être précis - j'ai l'intention de me rendre avec mon amie à Boukhara, Samarkande en 2cv.
Je suis à la recherche de plusieurs informations. D'abord je voudrais envoyer ma voiture à Istambul par le train pour démarrer de là bas, la traversée de l'Europe ne me tentant plus trop. D'ailleurs cet été je vais à Istambul en descendant le long de la cote adriatique puis en repartant en remontant le long de la mer noire, puis Bucarest et Vienne.
Deuxièmement quelles sont les formalités pour la voiture au Turkmenistan et en Ouzbekistan.
Il s'agit d'une 2cv préparée raid -> renforts de chassis et de suspensions, moteur de visa, etc etc.
D'autre part toutes informations seront les bienvenues pour le trajet Istamboul, Bakou, Turkmenbashi ( par le ferry), Ashgabat, Mary, Chärjew, Boukhara, Samarkande.
De plus je cherche une carte routière du Turkmenistan et de l'Ouzbekistan.
Merci d'avance.
Vieux
Quoi voir au Portugal? English translation pending
Bonjour,
J'envisage de partir au portugal fin juin 2003 pour 10 jours. Si quelqu'un pouvait me conseiller sur les villes qu'il faut voir absolument et me faire profiter de ses expériences à travers ce pays. Merci d'avance
J'envisage de partir au portugal fin juin 2003 pour 10 jours. Si quelqu'un pouvait me conseiller sur les villes qu'il faut voir absolument et me faire profiter de ses expériences à travers ce pays. Merci d'avance
What’s a great European travel idea for Christmas magic?
Hello! 👋
I’m new to this site and feeling a little desperate. 😢 My boyfriend’s birthday is in 4 days, and I wanted to surprise him with a New Year’s trip to London... except I just found out he’s already been there as a kid. Well, there goes my surprise! 😅
Since we both love Christmas and winter, I’m looking for a destination where we can really feel the holiday magic—with a budget of around 500 € for transport + accommodation for two (yes, I know, I might be asking for a Christmas miracle here 😇).
We’ve already been to Bucharest, Prague, Vienna, and Budapest, so I’d love to find something a little more offbeat, not too expensive, and with a beautiful Christmas atmosphere.
Please help me! 🙏 On social media, it’s always the same ultra-touristy cities... I’m sure there are hidden gems I haven’t discovered yet!
Please help me! 🙏 On social media, it’s always the same ultra-touristy cities... I’m sure there are hidden gems I haven’t discovered yet!
New adventures from Perpignan to Ranchi (Jharkhand)
March 2nd — Departure by bus from Latour at 6:50 AM. The journey isn’t direct: we pass through Elne then Corneilla. In Perpignan, I switch to a BlablaBus heading to Barcelona’s northern bus station. Before reaching Le Perthus, French police stop us to check IDs. Several people aren’t in order, but after about fifteen minutes, we’re on our way again. We’re checked again at La Jonquera: this time, the wait lasts almost forty-five minutes while police identify those in violation and wait for a vehicle to pick them up. The driver then tries to make up for lost time; we finally arrive at our destination half an hour late.
I quickly head to the Arc de Triomphe metro station, located 200 meters away: you have to cross the bridge along the bus parking lot, then walk through a large garden; the station is on the right before the garden entrance. The trip to the airport isn’t direct: I have to change at Tomasso and take the line to the airport, where I arrive at 1 PM.
At the Emirates counter, I learn my flight was just canceled due to the war in Iran; they offer me another flight for the next day. I have to wait at the airport until 7 PM before being taken to a hotel; the next morning, I’ll take a flight to Vienna (with an 8-hour layover), then an Air India flight to Delhi, and finally a flight to Kolkata. I agree: I don’t know Vienna, so it’ll be an unexpected discovery.
At 7 PM, a small group is taken to the hotel, 35 minutes from the airport, where we’re served a light dinner upon arrival.
March 3rd — A taxi picks me up at 6:30 AM; the flight to Vienna takes off at 9:30 AM and arrives at noon. I’m free until 7 PM; the metro is direct to the city center. The weather is pleasant and not too cold, luckily, since my clothes are light.
When I exit the metro, I spot the St. Stephen’s Cathedral tower in the distance and approach it: the roof, made of glazed tiles, is remarkable.

Entry is free, and the interior, a mix of Gothic and Baroque styles in the center, is stunning.

Not far from there is St. Anne’s Church

, also Baroque, adorned with beautiful frescoes

—a music concert adds an enchanting atmosphere to the visit. I continue my walk at random through the pedestrian streets lined with magnificent buildings: I’m charmed by the city.



Before heading back to the airport, I stop at a lovely tea salon. My flight will eventually leave with a delay.
Wednesday, March 4th — Delhi and a little luggage scare We arrive in Delhi shortly after noon. Immigration is quick, and good news: my bag was checked through from Barcelona to Kolkata. I head to the connecting terminal and arrive half an hour before boarding: the flight goes smoothly. Upon arrival, the luggage comes out quickly… except mine. After filing a report, I’m told my bag is in Delhi—I have to retrieve it before taking another flight. I didn’t know (or had forgotten): with the delays, I wouldn’t have had time to pick it up and make the connection.
I take a taxi to the Ichamati Hotel. The welcome is warm, and the room is clean but very small. Without my bag, I feel a bit lost—I have nothing to change into.
Tonight, I’m dining with Raja and his friends at a beautiful restaurant, an old colonial house turned into a hotel.


We’re happy to see each other and have a comforting evening together.
I quickly head to the Arc de Triomphe metro station, located 200 meters away: you have to cross the bridge along the bus parking lot, then walk through a large garden; the station is on the right before the garden entrance. The trip to the airport isn’t direct: I have to change at Tomasso and take the line to the airport, where I arrive at 1 PM.
At the Emirates counter, I learn my flight was just canceled due to the war in Iran; they offer me another flight for the next day. I have to wait at the airport until 7 PM before being taken to a hotel; the next morning, I’ll take a flight to Vienna (with an 8-hour layover), then an Air India flight to Delhi, and finally a flight to Kolkata. I agree: I don’t know Vienna, so it’ll be an unexpected discovery.
At 7 PM, a small group is taken to the hotel, 35 minutes from the airport, where we’re served a light dinner upon arrival.
March 3rd — A taxi picks me up at 6:30 AM; the flight to Vienna takes off at 9:30 AM and arrives at noon. I’m free until 7 PM; the metro is direct to the city center. The weather is pleasant and not too cold, luckily, since my clothes are light.
When I exit the metro, I spot the St. Stephen’s Cathedral tower in the distance and approach it: the roof, made of glazed tiles, is remarkable.

Entry is free, and the interior, a mix of Gothic and Baroque styles in the center, is stunning.

Not far from there is St. Anne’s Church

, also Baroque, adorned with beautiful frescoes

—a music concert adds an enchanting atmosphere to the visit. I continue my walk at random through the pedestrian streets lined with magnificent buildings: I’m charmed by the city.



Before heading back to the airport, I stop at a lovely tea salon. My flight will eventually leave with a delay.
Wednesday, March 4th — Delhi and a little luggage scare We arrive in Delhi shortly after noon. Immigration is quick, and good news: my bag was checked through from Barcelona to Kolkata. I head to the connecting terminal and arrive half an hour before boarding: the flight goes smoothly. Upon arrival, the luggage comes out quickly… except mine. After filing a report, I’m told my bag is in Delhi—I have to retrieve it before taking another flight. I didn’t know (or had forgotten): with the delays, I wouldn’t have had time to pick it up and make the connection.
I take a taxi to the Ichamati Hotel. The welcome is warm, and the room is clean but very small. Without my bag, I feel a bit lost—I have nothing to change into.
Tonight, I’m dining with Raja and his friends at a beautiful restaurant, an old colonial house turned into a hotel.


We’re happy to see each other and have a comforting evening together.
Seeking testimonials from Pieds-Noirs who recently returned to Algeria
Hello,
I’m looking for testimonials from Pieds-Noirs who have recently returned to Algeria.
There can’t be many left after 65 years of the country’s independence.
I’m planning to go back myself soon to reconnect with my roots... before I pass away...
I’ve started making a few pre-bookings for hotels and apartments to rent in Algiers. At first, I received friendly and welcoming responses. Then, when I mentioned I wanted to stay for two or three weeks—maybe even a month—explaining that my trip wouldn’t be strictly touristy but more of a pilgrimage to the places of my childhood, and that it would likely be a very emotional journey, I expected a positive and warm reaction to my approach. Instead, I suddenly stopped getting replies from the three or four people I’d contacted. So now I’m wondering about the reception former Pieds-Noirs can expect...
Anyone here who can share their experience of returning? I specified “recently” because it seems that right now, diplomatic relations between the two governments are extremely tense, not to say hostile... even if Macron claims otherwise...
There can’t be many left after 65 years of the country’s independence.
I’m planning to go back myself soon to reconnect with my roots... before I pass away...
I’ve started making a few pre-bookings for hotels and apartments to rent in Algiers. At first, I received friendly and welcoming responses. Then, when I mentioned I wanted to stay for two or three weeks—maybe even a month—explaining that my trip wouldn’t be strictly touristy but more of a pilgrimage to the places of my childhood, and that it would likely be a very emotional journey, I expected a positive and warm reaction to my approach. Instead, I suddenly stopped getting replies from the three or four people I’d contacted. So now I’m wondering about the reception former Pieds-Noirs can expect...
Anyone here who can share their experience of returning? I specified “recently” because it seems that right now, diplomatic relations between the two governments are extremely tense, not to say hostile... even if Macron claims otherwise...
Adventure from La Cure to La Chaux-de-Fonds on foot with a dog
Hello, I’d like to embark on a little trip in my home country, Switzerland. I’ll start walking from La Cure, heading toward Le Noirmont first, then I’ll improvise my route—but it’ll probably follow the French border... at least as far as Lac de Joux.
I’ll decide day by day how much farther to go after that. My goal is to stay in nature as much as possible, wander around for as long as I can, and restock food in villages or towns along the way.
I’m thinking of mostly camping, but we’ll see if I end up in a hotel or another campsite depending on my route.
I’d love to reach La Chaux-de-Fonds on foot... maybe even Delémont. The whole thing should take about a week, give or take.
I’ll be bringing my dog, and I’m preparing for this as soon as I’m ready.
Any tips to make sure everything goes smoothly for us? Things I should know—or avoid? What about shepherds with their flocks of sheep? And isn’t hunting season open right now?
I’m not sure if what I’m planning is even doable, which is why I’m asking around.
This’ll be my first time doing something like this—wandering in nature *and* with a dog. I’m really excited for this adventure... and I need it. Thanks!
I’ll decide day by day how much farther to go after that. My goal is to stay in nature as much as possible, wander around for as long as I can, and restock food in villages or towns along the way.
I’m thinking of mostly camping, but we’ll see if I end up in a hotel or another campsite depending on my route.
I’d love to reach La Chaux-de-Fonds on foot... maybe even Delémont. The whole thing should take about a week, give or take.
I’ll be bringing my dog, and I’m preparing for this as soon as I’m ready.
Any tips to make sure everything goes smoothly for us? Things I should know—or avoid? What about shepherds with their flocks of sheep? And isn’t hunting season open right now?
I’m not sure if what I’m planning is even doable, which is why I’m asking around.
This’ll be my first time doing something like this—wandering in nature *and* with a dog. I’m really excited for this adventure... and I need it. Thanks!
Where to buy alcohol in Chefchaouen and Merzouga?
Hi, I’d like to know where we can buy beer or wine in Chefchaouen and around Merzouga. We’ll be doing a circuit and staying at the Parador Hotel in Chefchaouen and in a bivouac in Merzouga.
Thanks for any info you can share!
Cambodia Itinerary Feedback
Alright, I’m scaling back the kilometers thanks to the relevance and patience of our Cambodia experts!
Here’s yet another hesitation /\
When I arrive early on 01/12 in PP, I have the choice between spending a day in PP (booking a convenience room for half a day and leaving by night bus), sleeping in PP and taking the bus to SR the next morning, or hiring a driver to head back up to PP with a nice little stop and maybe sleeping in Kampong Thom or Kampong Chhnang, then heading to SP on the 13th.
Then from the 13th to the 17th or 18th, exploring Angkor.
I continue to Kampong Thom and stay for 2 nights (if I didn’t do it on the way there), but I might be templed-out by then.
I head to Kampong Cham, where I’ll spend 2 nights—one on the island and one on the mainland.
Next, I go to Kampot and Kep: probably 2 nights in Kampot, 2 in Kep, and 1 night on Tonsay Island.
On 01/28, I return to PP until 01/29.
One detail: how long does it take to get from downtown PP to the new airport? Because I leave on 01/29 around 7:50 PM...
Anyway, I’m ready to read your unfiltered reactions 🤓 and thank you in advance for your help!
Where to spend 4 days in a mid-sized or large city, departing from Switzerland?
Hi everyone,
We’re planning this *very* last-minute—I know! But we’d love to spend 4 days soon (within the next 10–12 days) on a city getaway with our young adult kids. Ideally by train, and for this short trip, we’d prefer not to spend more than 4–6 hours in transit, leaving from Lausanne (Switzerland). We’ve been considering Milan, Strasbourg, or Freiburg im Breisgau, but I’ll admit I’m feeling a bit lost...
Venice was our original plan, but the connection changes in Domodossola or Milan are making the travel time longer this year.
It’s peak summer, so there’ll be tourists and it’ll likely be hot, but oh well...
Any suggestions? We love wandering around, taking photos, exploring cities on foot, trying out restaurants, and keeping things low-key.
Thanks to anyone who wants to chime in! :o)
We’re planning this *very* last-minute—I know! But we’d love to spend 4 days soon (within the next 10–12 days) on a city getaway with our young adult kids. Ideally by train, and for this short trip, we’d prefer not to spend more than 4–6 hours in transit, leaving from Lausanne (Switzerland). We’ve been considering Milan, Strasbourg, or Freiburg im Breisgau, but I’ll admit I’m feeling a bit lost...
Venice was our original plan, but the connection changes in Domodossola or Milan are making the travel time longer this year.
It’s peak summer, so there’ll be tourists and it’ll likely be hot, but oh well...
Any suggestions? We love wandering around, taking photos, exploring cities on foot, trying out restaurants, and keeping things low-key.
Thanks to anyone who wants to chime in! :o)
Is the vehicle registration document mandatory when boarding in Denmark?
Hi there,
we’re planning our trip to the North Cape this summer. We bought a new vehicle for it. Unfortunately, the registration document is still being processed, and the delay seems long—I don’t think I’ll have it in time for our departure...
I have the transfer documents, insurance in my name, and all the supporting paperwork, but not the registration document. So my question is: does the ferry company require the registration document *mandatorily* when boarding in Denmark or not?
Thanks for any insights...
Middle East Conflict and Flights to the USA
Hi,
My friend is supposed to leave on June 26th for Philadelphia. American Airlines called him last night to ask him to cancel or postpone his flight because they’re canceling around a hundred flights from Europe, mainly due to fears of retaliatory attacks after the bombings in Iran. Their offer is either to postpone with compensation (the amount would be known once he accepts) or to cancel completely with a refund and the standard compensation for flights departing from Europe. The airline gave him until 24 hours before departure to decide. Otherwise, he can still go to the airport for now with no obligation to board since he’s traveling alone—they’re prioritizing families in case of overbooking due to some flight cancellations. The same goes for the return flight. In short, it’s total chaos. We’re waiting until tonight or tomorrow to decide whether to cancel outright.
My friend is supposed to leave on June 26th for Philadelphia. American Airlines called him last night to ask him to cancel or postpone his flight because they’re canceling around a hundred flights from Europe, mainly due to fears of retaliatory attacks after the bombings in Iran. Their offer is either to postpone with compensation (the amount would be known once he accepts) or to cancel completely with a refund and the standard compensation for flights departing from Europe. The airline gave him until 24 hours before departure to decide. Otherwise, he can still go to the airport for now with no obligation to board since he’s traveling alone—they’re prioritizing families in case of overbooking due to some flight cancellations. The same goes for the return flight. In short, it’s total chaos. We’re waiting until tonight or tomorrow to decide whether to cancel outright.
What's a good alternative to FlixBus for taking your bike?
I’ve gotten used to crossing Europe by bus to return by bike.
It was really convenient to take the bike without having to disassemble it.
But FlixBus no longer accepts bikes...
What alternatives do you know about?
Thanks.
Franco-Philippine Marriage
Hi, the situation is complicated...
My son would like to marry his girlfriend (married to a Filipino in the Philippines but separated for 14 years), who is from the Philippines... but... what complicates things is that she lives in Switzerland illegally—her visa expired after a divorce from a Swiss national, and she received a deportation order in 2022 but never left.
Just to clarify, she’s been working in Switzerland for 10 years and pays Swiss taxes...
Recently, she reapplied for a work visa to request residency rights so she could marry my son, but they refused, and she’s already received an order to leave the country... What can we do? We don’t know who to turn to
On the Derisive Thread (Episode 1)
Dear members of this forum,
*With the pandemic, travel guides were replaced by cookbooks. With lockdown, there’s no need for the *Guía del Trotamundos*—the cookbook is gospel, and your daily life turns into a *Spaghetti Western*. It’s no longer about good and bad actors but good and bad fats. And for a few extra pinches of salt. To the tune of Ennio Morricone, it’s hard to diagnose pastalogy—sorry, the pathology—you’re suffering from. Italy, now confined, and pasta—no more aimless gondola rides on Venice’s canals or *Dolce Vita* weekends in Rome. The beauty of the soul blends with minestrone preparation.
*With the pandemic, Professor Didier Raoult became the new Christ-like figure; like the Indira Gandhi of medicine, like Moses showing the way to the people across the Dead Sea, for tormented souls, the value of a medical prescription doesn’t wait for the years to pass. And plexiglass reigned over the world.
*With the pandemic and gender theory, in particular, pushing us to become androgynous, hermaphroditic beings—*patatras*—the Colossi of Rhodes we are waver because of a tiny nuisance.
*Phew, the pandemic has receded... but watch out for a new swine flu pandemic, because on this forum, it’ll be followed by long-winded rants. Political/historical revisionism with such a pandemic—Fidel Castro wouldn’t have been able to invade the *Bahía de los Cochinos*. And that’s where his comrade Ernesto *Che* Guevara becomes a perfect scam. A fierce opponent of capitalist ideology, yet many clothing sellers got rich selling T-shirts with his face on them.
*Neutrality and the Helvetic underground. Last summer, I found myself passing the *Chalet Gaillard* deep in the *Forêt du Risoux* in the Jura, then crossing the border into the Canton of Vaud on foot. My disappointment was great: no sign indicating we were in neutral territory. And what kind of neutrality are we talking about? Since neutrality is an abstract concept. It’s like those visitors eager to see Calais who, spotting the sign for the *Pas-de-Calais* department, turn around on the road.
*There’s always a traveler quick to recommend a local guide. I know an excellent guide named Michel who lives in Cairo—Michel of Cairo. He has a truck and takes you to see the pharaoh’s ruins by truck. Still, be careful—good guides aren’t that common, because there are only eight Cairenes.
*The mix between large mammals and humans. Or how infantilism rules the world. The ultimate quest for happiness is petting rhinos in Nepal—we’ll confirm if this kind of animal is visible on the streets of Sauraha, a town near Chitwan National Park. The downside of this animal? It takes up too much space as a pet—better to raise a Yorkshire terrier in your modest apartment.
*I’m tired of recurring topics like, *‘Do I have time for my connection at New York airport?’* Aren’t you? There’s the discussion about *Gare de Lyon Part-Dieu*—*Gare de Lyon Part-Dieu*, God bless you. In the name of the Father, the taxman, and the Holy Spirit, don’t miss your connection. *Gare de Lyon-Part-Dieu*—apparently, a great French actor, Gérard de Part-Dieu, was born there. If you think you’ll miss your connection, just get rich and fly private. The working masses of the *lumpenproletariat*—they dare everything, that’s how you recognize them.
*Experts in non-events: learning that some members don’t like Spanish-speaking countries because, supposedly, the people are too loud. That’s it, I’m not going to China anymore—too many stairs on the Great Wall. So, too bad, I’m not going. It’s like two people crossing paths—one asks, *‘Going fishing?’* and the other says no. These experts are probably natives of Arles, because with people like that, it’s *l’Arlésienne*...
*The art of taking selfies at every turn. You’d think it’s an ancient practice, almost an anthropological ritual—everything suggests it dates back to prehistoric times. Back in the days of the Lascaux caves, instead of photographing the meal they were about to eat (it’s crazy how many food photos we see on this forum, especially in travel journals), prehistoric men and women could only make cave paintings. From there, it’s only a small step to conclude that cave art was nothing more than the menu served in caves that doubled as *Buffalo Grills* long before the chain existed. By the way, if you want to visit the caves, ask for a guide named Josiane. When it comes to parietal art skills, Josiane beats Lascaux... (Only the French on this forum will get that one.)
*Mythology of an object: the suitcase (a nod to Mr. Éric Libiot, whose columns I enjoy) An object that gets lost during a flight, especially during a transfer at an airport. And it’s stuffed to the brim with clothes and other useless items, like Mickey Mouse slippers. You’re in despair: when going through customs, the officers find those slightly risqué photos hidden in your laundry, taken at Cap d’Agde on a naturist beach. The suitcase is an object that makes noise when rolling because of its wheels—you’re quickly spotted.
*Hurry up and visit New York while you still can. Because of *Woke* ideology, more and more statues are being torn down, and the Statue of Liberty will likely meet the same fate. *Queer* culture isn’t everyone’s cup of tea.
*The Dead Poets Society I admired the beautiful photos of Venice, and *click*—I check the new discussions when I come across one where Mr. J.M.B. offers money loans. This person probably works at the Ministry of Finance and risks loosening the purse strings of your wallets.
*Toward the independence of New Caledonia: will we call it *Nouvelle Nouvelle-Calédonie*? From what I know, Chinese authorities want to settle there and invest; apparently, they want to send (fake) tourists—facsimiles of real travelers. So, it’ll be hard to separate the wheat from the chaff (the *ivraie* tourists).
*There’s a topic about hitchhiking in Scotland: apparently, Scots are very welcoming people. I imagine arriving at Aberdeen Airport to a typical welcoming committee—men in kilts and a bagpiper playing. Just like arriving in Papeete, where you’re greeted with flower leis—*Aloha! (Jacta Est)*. To attract tourists, Scottish cities will end up installing whisky vending machines.
*Eskimo pies banned for sale because of *cancel culture*—you can’t go to Iqaluit anymore. Panicked, ice cream manufacturers had to revise their *packaging*—sorry for the anglicism. Because of *cancel culture*, we can no longer say *Eskimo* without it being pejorative. The identity of the Arctic people of the same name takes a hit—it’s crazy how *bien-pensance* wreaks havoc in our minds... We can’t even bite into a chocolate *Eskimo* pie anymore.
*Diplomatic tensions between France and Australia: and there goes the submarine sale project, canceled. Given that the cost of these machines is a fifth of Australia’s public finances budget, it’s tough to pay in didgeridoos and kangaroo skins.
Thanks for reading, and see you soon for more chronicles.
*With the pandemic, travel guides were replaced by cookbooks. With lockdown, there’s no need for the *Guía del Trotamundos*—the cookbook is gospel, and your daily life turns into a *Spaghetti Western*. It’s no longer about good and bad actors but good and bad fats. And for a few extra pinches of salt. To the tune of Ennio Morricone, it’s hard to diagnose pastalogy—sorry, the pathology—you’re suffering from. Italy, now confined, and pasta—no more aimless gondola rides on Venice’s canals or *Dolce Vita* weekends in Rome. The beauty of the soul blends with minestrone preparation.
*With the pandemic, Professor Didier Raoult became the new Christ-like figure; like the Indira Gandhi of medicine, like Moses showing the way to the people across the Dead Sea, for tormented souls, the value of a medical prescription doesn’t wait for the years to pass. And plexiglass reigned over the world.
*With the pandemic and gender theory, in particular, pushing us to become androgynous, hermaphroditic beings—*patatras*—the Colossi of Rhodes we are waver because of a tiny nuisance.
*Phew, the pandemic has receded... but watch out for a new swine flu pandemic, because on this forum, it’ll be followed by long-winded rants. Political/historical revisionism with such a pandemic—Fidel Castro wouldn’t have been able to invade the *Bahía de los Cochinos*. And that’s where his comrade Ernesto *Che* Guevara becomes a perfect scam. A fierce opponent of capitalist ideology, yet many clothing sellers got rich selling T-shirts with his face on them.
*Neutrality and the Helvetic underground. Last summer, I found myself passing the *Chalet Gaillard* deep in the *Forêt du Risoux* in the Jura, then crossing the border into the Canton of Vaud on foot. My disappointment was great: no sign indicating we were in neutral territory. And what kind of neutrality are we talking about? Since neutrality is an abstract concept. It’s like those visitors eager to see Calais who, spotting the sign for the *Pas-de-Calais* department, turn around on the road.
*There’s always a traveler quick to recommend a local guide. I know an excellent guide named Michel who lives in Cairo—Michel of Cairo. He has a truck and takes you to see the pharaoh’s ruins by truck. Still, be careful—good guides aren’t that common, because there are only eight Cairenes.
*The mix between large mammals and humans. Or how infantilism rules the world. The ultimate quest for happiness is petting rhinos in Nepal—we’ll confirm if this kind of animal is visible on the streets of Sauraha, a town near Chitwan National Park. The downside of this animal? It takes up too much space as a pet—better to raise a Yorkshire terrier in your modest apartment.
*I’m tired of recurring topics like, *‘Do I have time for my connection at New York airport?’* Aren’t you? There’s the discussion about *Gare de Lyon Part-Dieu*—*Gare de Lyon Part-Dieu*, God bless you. In the name of the Father, the taxman, and the Holy Spirit, don’t miss your connection. *Gare de Lyon-Part-Dieu*—apparently, a great French actor, Gérard de Part-Dieu, was born there. If you think you’ll miss your connection, just get rich and fly private. The working masses of the *lumpenproletariat*—they dare everything, that’s how you recognize them.
*Experts in non-events: learning that some members don’t like Spanish-speaking countries because, supposedly, the people are too loud. That’s it, I’m not going to China anymore—too many stairs on the Great Wall. So, too bad, I’m not going. It’s like two people crossing paths—one asks, *‘Going fishing?’* and the other says no. These experts are probably natives of Arles, because with people like that, it’s *l’Arlésienne*...
*The art of taking selfies at every turn. You’d think it’s an ancient practice, almost an anthropological ritual—everything suggests it dates back to prehistoric times. Back in the days of the Lascaux caves, instead of photographing the meal they were about to eat (it’s crazy how many food photos we see on this forum, especially in travel journals), prehistoric men and women could only make cave paintings. From there, it’s only a small step to conclude that cave art was nothing more than the menu served in caves that doubled as *Buffalo Grills* long before the chain existed. By the way, if you want to visit the caves, ask for a guide named Josiane. When it comes to parietal art skills, Josiane beats Lascaux... (Only the French on this forum will get that one.)
*Mythology of an object: the suitcase (a nod to Mr. Éric Libiot, whose columns I enjoy) An object that gets lost during a flight, especially during a transfer at an airport. And it’s stuffed to the brim with clothes and other useless items, like Mickey Mouse slippers. You’re in despair: when going through customs, the officers find those slightly risqué photos hidden in your laundry, taken at Cap d’Agde on a naturist beach. The suitcase is an object that makes noise when rolling because of its wheels—you’re quickly spotted.
*Hurry up and visit New York while you still can. Because of *Woke* ideology, more and more statues are being torn down, and the Statue of Liberty will likely meet the same fate. *Queer* culture isn’t everyone’s cup of tea.
*The Dead Poets Society I admired the beautiful photos of Venice, and *click*—I check the new discussions when I come across one where Mr. J.M.B. offers money loans. This person probably works at the Ministry of Finance and risks loosening the purse strings of your wallets.
*Toward the independence of New Caledonia: will we call it *Nouvelle Nouvelle-Calédonie*? From what I know, Chinese authorities want to settle there and invest; apparently, they want to send (fake) tourists—facsimiles of real travelers. So, it’ll be hard to separate the wheat from the chaff (the *ivraie* tourists).
*There’s a topic about hitchhiking in Scotland: apparently, Scots are very welcoming people. I imagine arriving at Aberdeen Airport to a typical welcoming committee—men in kilts and a bagpiper playing. Just like arriving in Papeete, where you’re greeted with flower leis—*Aloha! (Jacta Est)*. To attract tourists, Scottish cities will end up installing whisky vending machines.
*Eskimo pies banned for sale because of *cancel culture*—you can’t go to Iqaluit anymore. Panicked, ice cream manufacturers had to revise their *packaging*—sorry for the anglicism. Because of *cancel culture*, we can no longer say *Eskimo* without it being pejorative. The identity of the Arctic people of the same name takes a hit—it’s crazy how *bien-pensance* wreaks havoc in our minds... We can’t even bite into a chocolate *Eskimo* pie anymore.
*Diplomatic tensions between France and Australia: and there goes the submarine sale project, canceled. Given that the cost of these machines is a fifth of Australia’s public finances budget, it’s tough to pay in didgeridoos and kangaroo skins.
Thanks for reading, and see you soon for more chronicles.
Paris - Marseille/Montpellier by train with bikes
Hi everyone,
I’m trying to figure out how to get from Paris to Marseille or Montpellier with non-disassembled bikes by train in early July 2025... and it’s a total flop!!! Can’t find any trains that offer the bike-on-board option! It’s so complicated between SNCF-CONNECT, OUIGO, and TER INTERCITÉS!!! Nothing’s simple! I want to take my teens and their cousins on a bike trip to the Camargue, but I’ll have to start planning way ahead to sort out bike transport!!! So glad I found VoyageForum for tips! !
I’m trying to figure out how to get from Paris to Marseille or Montpellier with non-disassembled bikes by train in early July 2025... and it’s a total flop!!! Can’t find any trains that offer the bike-on-board option! It’s so complicated between SNCF-CONNECT, OUIGO, and TER INTERCITÉS!!! Nothing’s simple! I want to take my teens and their cousins on a bike trip to the Camargue, but I’ll have to start planning way ahead to sort out bike transport!!! So glad I found VoyageForum for tips! !
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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Is it possible to travel to Iraqi Kurdistan?
Hello... nothing new for several
years now...
Can you go there independently from the rest of the country? Any recent experiences, either in Kurdistan or the rest of Iraq?
Thanks a lot
Dates for the Most Beautiful Christmas Markets in Europe in 2024
Here are the dates for some of the most beautiful Christmas markets in Europe in 2024 (not an exhaustive list): 🎄🎁❄️
🇩🇪 Berlin (Gendarmenmarkt), Germany - 25 November to 31 December 🇸🇰 Bratislava, Slovakia - 21 November to 6 January 🇧🇪 Bruges, Belgium - 22 November to 5 January 🇧🇪 Brussels, Belgium - 29 November to 5 January 🇭🇺 Budapest, Hungary - 15 November to 1 January 🇩🇪 Cologne, Germany - 18 November to 23 December 🇫🇷 Colmar, France - 26 November to 29 December 🇩🇰 Copenhagen (Tivoli Gardens), Denmark - 16 November to 2 January 🇵🇱 Krakow, Poland - 29 November to 26 December 🇷🇴 Craiova, Romania - 15 November to 5 January 🇩🇪 Dresden (Striezelmarkt), Germany - 27 November to 24 December 🏴 Edinburgh, Scotland - 15 November to 4 January 🇸🇪 Gothenburg (Liseberg), Sweden - 16 November to 30 December 🇩🇪 Hamburg, Germany - 13 November to 29 December 🇫🇮 Helsinki, Finland - 1 December to 22 December 🇫🇷 Le Barcarès, France - 16 November to 5 January 🇧🇪 Liège, Belgium - 29 November to 30 December 🏴 London (Hyde Park), England - 21 November to 5 January 🇱🇺 Luxembourg City, Luxembourg - 23 November to 24 December 🇵🇹 Madeira, Portugal - 1 December to 5 January 🏴 Manchester, England - 8 November to 22 December 🇫🇷 Metz, France - 24 November to 30 December 🇫🇷 Montbéliard, France - 23 November to 24 December 🇫🇷 Mulhouse, France - 22 November to 23 December 🇩🇪 Munich, Germany - 25 November to 24 December 🇩🇪 Nuremberg, Germany - 29 November to 24 December 🇵🇱 Poznan, Poland - 19 November to 23 December 🇨🇿 Prague, Czech Republic - 30 November to 6 January 🇱🇻 Riga, Latvia - 29 November to 2 January 🇫🇮 Rovaniemi, Finland - 30 November to 22 December 🇸🇪 Stockholm (Skansen), Sweden - 30 November to 23 December 🇫🇷 Strasbourg, France - 27 November to 27 December 🇪🇪 Tallinn, Estonia - 22 November to 27 December 🇳🇱 Valkenburg, Netherlands - 16 November to 29 December 🇵🇱 Warsaw, Poland - 29 November to 6 January 🇦🇹 Vienna, Austria - 13 November to 23 December 🇵🇱 Wroclaw, Poland - 29 November to 7 January 🇨🇭 Zurich, Switzerland - 23 November to 24 December
Feel free to suggest other beautiful Christmas markets in Europe with their 2024 dates!
🇩🇪 Berlin (Gendarmenmarkt), Germany - 25 November to 31 December 🇸🇰 Bratislava, Slovakia - 21 November to 6 January 🇧🇪 Bruges, Belgium - 22 November to 5 January 🇧🇪 Brussels, Belgium - 29 November to 5 January 🇭🇺 Budapest, Hungary - 15 November to 1 January 🇩🇪 Cologne, Germany - 18 November to 23 December 🇫🇷 Colmar, France - 26 November to 29 December 🇩🇰 Copenhagen (Tivoli Gardens), Denmark - 16 November to 2 January 🇵🇱 Krakow, Poland - 29 November to 26 December 🇷🇴 Craiova, Romania - 15 November to 5 January 🇩🇪 Dresden (Striezelmarkt), Germany - 27 November to 24 December 🏴 Edinburgh, Scotland - 15 November to 4 January 🇸🇪 Gothenburg (Liseberg), Sweden - 16 November to 30 December 🇩🇪 Hamburg, Germany - 13 November to 29 December 🇫🇮 Helsinki, Finland - 1 December to 22 December 🇫🇷 Le Barcarès, France - 16 November to 5 January 🇧🇪 Liège, Belgium - 29 November to 30 December 🏴 London (Hyde Park), England - 21 November to 5 January 🇱🇺 Luxembourg City, Luxembourg - 23 November to 24 December 🇵🇹 Madeira, Portugal - 1 December to 5 January 🏴 Manchester, England - 8 November to 22 December 🇫🇷 Metz, France - 24 November to 30 December 🇫🇷 Montbéliard, France - 23 November to 24 December 🇫🇷 Mulhouse, France - 22 November to 23 December 🇩🇪 Munich, Germany - 25 November to 24 December 🇩🇪 Nuremberg, Germany - 29 November to 24 December 🇵🇱 Poznan, Poland - 19 November to 23 December 🇨🇿 Prague, Czech Republic - 30 November to 6 January 🇱🇻 Riga, Latvia - 29 November to 2 January 🇫🇮 Rovaniemi, Finland - 30 November to 22 December 🇸🇪 Stockholm (Skansen), Sweden - 30 November to 23 December 🇫🇷 Strasbourg, France - 27 November to 27 December 🇪🇪 Tallinn, Estonia - 22 November to 27 December 🇳🇱 Valkenburg, Netherlands - 16 November to 29 December 🇵🇱 Warsaw, Poland - 29 November to 6 January 🇦🇹 Vienna, Austria - 13 November to 23 December 🇵🇱 Wroclaw, Poland - 29 November to 7 January 🇨🇭 Zurich, Switzerland - 23 November to 24 December
Feel free to suggest other beautiful Christmas markets in Europe with their 2024 dates!

November 2024 Photo Contest: Art Nouveau Around the World
Hello!
With no authority whatsoever, I’m taking the liberty of relaunching the photo contests on VoyageForum, which is now active and alive again 😉
The theme for November 2024 is Art Nouveau, an artistic and architectural movement (1893 to 1913—just before, well, World War I) that has nothing to do with (or does it?) Art Deco, another artistic and architectural movement (1925 to 1940—right before World War II).
**Participation** Every VF member can submit up to 3 photos, until Monday, November 25 at 11:59 PM Brussels time. Each photo must be posted in a separate message, with its number (1, 2, or 3) indicated. Don’t forget to add a short explanation (commentary, location, etc.).
**Voting** Every VF member can vote for the 3 photos they consider the best, based on their own criteria and the theme. Voting will take place from Tuesday, November 26 to Saturday, November 30 at 11:59 PM Brussels time.
Photos will be ranked in order of preference: - 1st photo: 3 points - 2nd photo: 2 points - 3rd photo: 1 point
The winner is the photographer whose photo receives the most points. Results will be published on December 1. In case of a tie, the number of first-place votes will decide. The winner will have the honor of organizing December’s contest.
Photos that have already been nominated (1st, 2nd, or 3rd place) in another contest are not eligible for this one.
**Example of Art Nouveau architecture**

Victor Horta’s house and workshop (considered the "Father of Art Nouveau") on Rue Américaine in Saint-Gilles (Brussels, Belgium).

Villa Melchiorri, Via Cavour in Ferrara (Emilia-Romagna, Italy).
Art Nouveau Around the World – discussion post
With no authority whatsoever, I’m taking the liberty of relaunching the photo contests on VoyageForum, which is now active and alive again 😉
The theme for November 2024 is Art Nouveau, an artistic and architectural movement (1893 to 1913—just before, well, World War I) that has nothing to do with (or does it?) Art Deco, another artistic and architectural movement (1925 to 1940—right before World War II).
**Participation** Every VF member can submit up to 3 photos, until Monday, November 25 at 11:59 PM Brussels time. Each photo must be posted in a separate message, with its number (1, 2, or 3) indicated. Don’t forget to add a short explanation (commentary, location, etc.).
**Voting** Every VF member can vote for the 3 photos they consider the best, based on their own criteria and the theme. Voting will take place from Tuesday, November 26 to Saturday, November 30 at 11:59 PM Brussels time.
Photos will be ranked in order of preference: - 1st photo: 3 points - 2nd photo: 2 points - 3rd photo: 1 point
The winner is the photographer whose photo receives the most points. Results will be published on December 1. In case of a tie, the number of first-place votes will decide. The winner will have the honor of organizing December’s contest.
Photos that have already been nominated (1st, 2nd, or 3rd place) in another contest are not eligible for this one.
**Example of Art Nouveau architecture**

Victor Horta’s house and workshop (considered the "Father of Art Nouveau") on Rue Américaine in Saint-Gilles (Brussels, Belgium).

Villa Melchiorri, Via Cavour in Ferrara (Emilia-Romagna, Italy).
Art Nouveau Around the World – discussion post
La Bulgarie aux nuances slaves et ottomanes English translation pending
Bonjour à tous,
De retour d'un petit séjour de 10 jours en Europe de l'Est en Bulgarie, je démarre ce 5ème carnet de voyage. C'était une première pour nous dans cette zone géographique et nous avons été saisis par la beauté, la diversité des paysages, la culture et la richesse folklorique de ce petit pays. Nous avons longtemps hésité et n'avions réservé nos billets d'avion que 2 jours précédents notre départ de France. Les frontières n'étaient pas bloquées fin Aout, les tests PCR n'étaient pas encore obligatoires entre les 2 pays, mais qu'en serait-il à notre retour début Septembre? Partir en pleine pandémie n'est pas chose aisée mais l'envie d'explorer cette partie du monde a été plus forte et y a t-il un vrai bonheur sans une légère prise de risque ?
Arrivés à 0h50 le 28 Aout à Sofia, nous logeons dans l’hôtel le plus proche de l'aéroport, sachant que quelques heures plus tard, nous retournerons à ce même aéroport pour y louer une petite voiture. Très bon plan. Transfert immédiat, un service au top!
Le 28 Aout, nous quittons Sofia pour le monastère de Rila à 2h de route de là. La voiture est basique, pas de GPS, mais nous sommes dans l'espace Schengen et notre téléphone portable sera un allié précieux. Pas de frais supplémentaires pour l'utiliser et il nous guidera tout au long de notre séjour, nous faisant éviter embouteillages, routes en travaux. Encore un bon plan.
Le Monastère de Rila (en bulgare : Рилски Манастир, Rilski Manastir) fut fondé au X siècle par saint Jean de Rila, un ermite canonisé par l'Église orthodoxe. Il fait partie du patrimoine mondial de l'Unesco. C'est une merveille. Peu de monde et aucun touriste étranger. Le soir nous avons demandé s'il était possible de loger dans le monastère et un moine nous a conduit dans une cellule avec 2 lits et une petite salle de bain pour une poignée de Leva. Quand les quelques pèlerins ou touristes bulgares avaient quitté les lieux, nous avions le monastère pour nous. Une soirée douce dans un grand calme avec les sons des cloches toutes les heures et les psalmodies des moines. Magique.




Départ aux aurores le 29 Aout vers le sud. Première halte à Melnik, un village traditionnel mais qui a été 'transformé' pour les touristes en une multitude de restaurants et d’hôtels. Il ne demeure que c'est assez joli et nous avons arpenté l'unique grand rue pour traverser le village de bas en haut.

A 8km de là dans la montagne au milieu de cheminées de fées ocres et rouilles, il y a le petit monastère de Rozhen. Pour les courageux, on peut randonner entre Melnik et Rozhen au milieu de ce paysage unique, mais il faisait 36°....donc la voiture était la bienvenue🤪.
L'entrée du monastère.

Un vrai petit bijou.
De retour d'un petit séjour de 10 jours en Europe de l'Est en Bulgarie, je démarre ce 5ème carnet de voyage. C'était une première pour nous dans cette zone géographique et nous avons été saisis par la beauté, la diversité des paysages, la culture et la richesse folklorique de ce petit pays. Nous avons longtemps hésité et n'avions réservé nos billets d'avion que 2 jours précédents notre départ de France. Les frontières n'étaient pas bloquées fin Aout, les tests PCR n'étaient pas encore obligatoires entre les 2 pays, mais qu'en serait-il à notre retour début Septembre? Partir en pleine pandémie n'est pas chose aisée mais l'envie d'explorer cette partie du monde a été plus forte et y a t-il un vrai bonheur sans une légère prise de risque ?
Arrivés à 0h50 le 28 Aout à Sofia, nous logeons dans l’hôtel le plus proche de l'aéroport, sachant que quelques heures plus tard, nous retournerons à ce même aéroport pour y louer une petite voiture. Très bon plan. Transfert immédiat, un service au top!
Le 28 Aout, nous quittons Sofia pour le monastère de Rila à 2h de route de là. La voiture est basique, pas de GPS, mais nous sommes dans l'espace Schengen et notre téléphone portable sera un allié précieux. Pas de frais supplémentaires pour l'utiliser et il nous guidera tout au long de notre séjour, nous faisant éviter embouteillages, routes en travaux. Encore un bon plan.
Le Monastère de Rila (en bulgare : Рилски Манастир, Rilski Manastir) fut fondé au X siècle par saint Jean de Rila, un ermite canonisé par l'Église orthodoxe. Il fait partie du patrimoine mondial de l'Unesco. C'est une merveille. Peu de monde et aucun touriste étranger. Le soir nous avons demandé s'il était possible de loger dans le monastère et un moine nous a conduit dans une cellule avec 2 lits et une petite salle de bain pour une poignée de Leva. Quand les quelques pèlerins ou touristes bulgares avaient quitté les lieux, nous avions le monastère pour nous. Une soirée douce dans un grand calme avec les sons des cloches toutes les heures et les psalmodies des moines. Magique.




Départ aux aurores le 29 Aout vers le sud. Première halte à Melnik, un village traditionnel mais qui a été 'transformé' pour les touristes en une multitude de restaurants et d’hôtels. Il ne demeure que c'est assez joli et nous avons arpenté l'unique grand rue pour traverser le village de bas en haut.

A 8km de là dans la montagne au milieu de cheminées de fées ocres et rouilles, il y a le petit monastère de Rozhen. Pour les courageux, on peut randonner entre Melnik et Rozhen au milieu de ce paysage unique, mais il faisait 36°....donc la voiture était la bienvenue🤪.
L'entrée du monastère.

Un vrai petit bijou.
Annulation et remboursement de billet suite à une incoherence de correspondances English translation pending
bonjour à tous
j ai reservé par OPODO un vol A/R bordeaux/koh samui depart 31.12.2020 cie SWISS AIR
depart BORDEAUX /FRANKFORT puis SINGAPOUR arrivée 18 h .quand j ai réservé je devais redecoller pour SAMUI à 20 h .OR BANGKOK AIR a annulé ce vol et me propose un vol à 17 h le meme jour !! eh oui !!! ou un vol le lendemain ce qui engendre une nuIt à SINGAPOUR
ai posé la question à OPODO et BANGKOR AIR ET N AI PAS DE REPONSES depuis plusieurs semaines...
par ailleurs puis je obtenir le remboursement de la TOTALITE DE CE BILLET ??
ce probleme de vols n est pas specifique car ai le meme probleme avec AIR FRANCE :en mars 2020 arrivee AMSTERDAM 13 H correspondance BORDEAUX à 12h 20 toujours pas resolu -débité deux fois-, sans reponses malgré telephone , mesage , conciliateur !!!
que faIre, ???
Qantas va proposer des "rotations touristiques au dessus de l'Antarctique" English translation pending
Bonjour
Plus de voyageurs en international alors Qantas décollera en novembre pour des rotations touristique au dessus de l’Antarctique pour 12h 13 h de vols premier prix 730 euros en éco pour un siège au dessus de l'aile 🙁 4875 euros pour les meilleures places en affaire . vol en B787 dreamliner . avis aux amateurs lol
source air journal
Mich74
L’Ardèche à bicyclette par les Via Prealpina et Via Dolce English translation pending
prochaine petite escapade de 6 jours , entre deux confinements pour le glaude
d'abord par le chemin des écoliers puisque suit la V 62 dite Via Prealpina de Faverges à Valence
et puis la dolce via vers les monts d’Ardèche pour suivre ensuite des chemins moins connus pour rentrer en favergie
ce n'est pas la forme olympique, mais on ira tranquille.
http://cbandiera.free.fr/recits/2020-savoie-ardeche/
http://cbandiera.free.fr/recits/2020-savoie-ardeche/
Réouverture des thermes à Budapest? English translation pending
Bonjour,
Savez vous si une date de réouverture des thermes à Budapest est envisagée prochainement ? Ainsi que les bars de nuit ? Nous sommes 3 amies et souhaitons y passer un séjour debut octobre !
Merci !
La SNCF aime-t-elle le vélo? English translation pending
Bonjour à tous
Cyclo de fraîche date, j'ai pour ambition d'amener mon vélo de Paris à Nice fin août et de démarrer mon voyage là-bas. Je pensais qu'il serait assez simple de trouver une place dans un train (quitte à payer un supplément). Comme j'étais naïf !! Je découvre qu'il n'y a absolument rien. L'alternative serait de démonter mon vélo et de le mettre dans une housse, sauf que la SNCF ne prête pas de housse. Or, sachant que je repartirai de Nice à vélo, je n'ai aucune intention de me trimballer une housse.
Bref, quelle solution voyez-vous ? Enchaîner les TER et mettre 2 jours pour aller de Paris à Nice ? Prendre l'avion, et tant pis pour la planète ?
Je suis à l'écoute de vos idées, mais vraiment je tombe de haut.
Merci !
Cyclo de fraîche date, j'ai pour ambition d'amener mon vélo de Paris à Nice fin août et de démarrer mon voyage là-bas. Je pensais qu'il serait assez simple de trouver une place dans un train (quitte à payer un supplément). Comme j'étais naïf !! Je découvre qu'il n'y a absolument rien. L'alternative serait de démonter mon vélo et de le mettre dans une housse, sauf que la SNCF ne prête pas de housse. Or, sachant que je repartirai de Nice à vélo, je n'ai aucune intention de me trimballer une housse.
Bref, quelle solution voyez-vous ? Enchaîner les TER et mettre 2 jours pour aller de Paris à Nice ? Prendre l'avion, et tant pis pour la planète ?
Je suis à l'écoute de vos idées, mais vraiment je tombe de haut.
Merci !
Démarches pour mariage franco-camerounais English translation pending
Bonjour a tous je m'appelle grace et je suis camerounaise et fiancée a un français . Mon chéri et moi on cai jamais vu il vient au Cameroun pour la première fois pourtant ça fait un an qu'on se connait . Il sera là en juillet et voudrait qu'on se marie durant son séjour il faut préciser kil viendra passer 3mois ici et les réservations ont déjà été faites
Alors mes questions sont de savoir quelles sont les démarches qu'on peut faire ?
Combien de temps cela peut il nous prendre?
Et pourrons nous nous marier en si peu de temps sans problème
Merci a tous ceux qui voudront bien me répondre