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Bonjour à tous et toutes, en projet pour 2006 un séjour de 4 semaines en Namibie.Qui pourrait me conseiller sur la meilleure période? Si vous avez de bonnes adresses pour les billets d'avion, je suis également preneuse. En vous remerciant d'avance pour vos réponses

Salut,

j'arrive a l'aéroport de Valladolid le 17 janvier, et ai un vol a prendre pr le Chili 7 heures plus tard a Madrid. J'aurais voulu savoir: quel est le moyen le plus simple de se rendre a Madrid (train? bus?) combien de temps ca met, le prix, et surtout si je trouverai tres probablement une place dans ce bus ou train en arrivant le 17, ou s'il est mieux de reserver a l'avance.

Merci

Sara

Salut a toutes et a tous qui prennent l'avion avec un velo,

Voici quelques informations glannees ci et la au sujet du velo, des excedents de bagages en avion. Ce sujet revient souvent dans ce forum, mais j'espere apporter des elements interessants de reponse a toutes et a tous ceux qui sont confrontes a ce probleme.

D'une facon generale, en classe economique, on a droit a 20 kg en dehors de l'Amerique du Nord ou on a droit a deux bagages de 32 kg chacun. L'amerique du nord signifie le Canada, les Etats Unis et le Mexique. Ces 2 sacs de 32 kg chacun, c'est le Piece concept. Ce principe etait egalement valable pour bien des pays d'Amerique du Sud, mais supprime voici quelques annees. Avec une telle franchise, voyager en avion avec le velo n'est bien entendu pas un probleme.

Avec un velo en bagage de soute, il est bien difficile de respecter les 20 kg de franchise, vu qu'un velo fait une quinzaine de kg. Plusieurs solutions s'offrent a nous : le choix de la compagnie, envoyer des bagages en avion cargo ou payer un supplement d'excedent de bagages a l'enregistrement, fort onereux.

Choix de la compagnie.

En effet, choisir la compagnie est important car les compagnies n'appliquent pas la meme regle du jeu quand on a velo. Mais d'une facon generale, il convient d'avertir la compagnie aerienne quand on a velo en voyage.

Avec la KLM, il est clairement indique qu'on a droit au velo plus 20 kg, mais on paye un supplement de 80 E pour le velo et il faut acheter un carton a velo a 20 E a l’embarquement. Bien entendu, on peut emballer le velo avant d'arriver a l'aeroport et eviter cet achat. Les tamdems ne sont pas acceptes et le velo ne doit pas peser plus de 20 kg (c'est le cas heureusement).Avec Airfrance, on a droit a 20 kg plus le velo (depuis le 1 / 1 / 05), mais un supplement de quelques dizaines d'euros est du a l'embarquement. il est preferable de bien emballer le velo bien sur. Sur certaines destinations africaines indiquees sur leur site, on a droit a 2 sacs de 23 kg chacun en classe eco depuis la meme date. Pour Istanbul ou le Caire, je crois que ce supplement s'eleve a 40 E.

Avec la Lufthansa, il y a un numero de telephone a joindre ou on m'a dit que sur certaines destinations, on a le droit a 20 kg plus le velo, mais on paye un supplement de 60 a 80 E par voyage. Ca serait le cas pour aller de Lyon a Santiago du Chili ou Buenos Aires par exemple. Pourtant, j'ai demande a l'enregistrement a Lyon lundi 21 novembre ou on m'a dit que le velo fait partie des 20 kg de franchise mais qu'une tolerance de 4 a 5 kg etait acceptee. Pourtant, j'ai voyage plusieurs fois avec cette compagnie ces dernieres annees avec le velo et je n'ai pas en de probleme d'excedent de bagages, sauf a l'enregistrement a Johannesbourg ou je me suis fait tire les oreilles car j'avais pres de 10 kg d'excedents de bagages. Une fois, j'ai paye le supplement de 60 dollar a buenos aires.

Avec la British Airways, le velo fait partie de la franchise, mais on a droit a 23 kg en classe eco plus un bagage de cabine de 6kg. En tout cas, je conseille de se renseigner aupres de la compagnie avant d'acheter le billet.

Envoi d'une partie des bagages en avion cargo

Comme il est difficile de respecter les 20 kg de franchise en avion quand on a un velo, j'ai demande quel est le prix pour envoyer des effets personnels en avion cargo avec Air Cargo International. Voici un exemple de prix au depart de Lyon pour Bangkok. Pour cet exemple, le delai d'envoi est de 3 jours envion

Pour un sac de 28 kg maximum, il y a un forfait minimal de 180 euros sur la base de 6.35 euros/kg toutes taxes comprises. Cependant, deux poids sont mesures :

un sur la balance, qui est le poids reel,

un poids taxable, qui est egal au produit des 3 dimensions en cm divise par 6000

(Longueur en cm x largeur en cm x hauteur en cm) divise par 6000 = poids taxable

Pour un sac de 50 x 50 x 50 cm, on a 50x50x50 / 6000 = 21 kg. on paye alors le forfait de 180 e TTC, le forfait minimal.

Si le poids taxable est superieur au poids reel, c’est ce chiffre qui sera pris en compte pour le calcul du prix conformement aux usages en vigueur dans le transport aerien.

pour sac de 30 kg pour Paris Johannesbourg : environ 250 E par voyage. pour 28 kg sur lyon bangkok, compter 180 E par voyage

L'avion cargo peut etre utilise quand on voyage a 2 par exemple (forfait pour un sac de 28 kg minimum), mais il faut envoyer des affaires assez compactes pour eviter de payer du volume au lieu d'un poids. Il conviendra donc d'eviter d'envoye un velo par ce moyen par exemple. Le prix reste raisonnable quand on est deux, sans compter qu'un sac de 70x55x35 cm par exemple laisse assez de place pour loger les affaires de deux personnes, sans les velos et le minimum a emporter avec soi, comme les outils ou quelques vetements par exemple. On peut envoyer le reste par l'avion cargo, comme les tentes, les sacs de couchages, pneus, vetements chauds, rechauds, casseroles ... qu'on ne trouve pas toujours sur place selon les pays de destination.

Payer un excedent de bagages a l'enregistrement.

C'est egalement une formule possible, mais fort onereuse !

pour 1 kg d'excedent de bagages sur Lyon Francfort Bangkok, 45 euros par voyage avec la Lufthansa et 70 euros par voyage avec la British Airways

pour 1 kg d'excedent de bagages sur paris Johannesbourg avec la British Airways : 57 euros le kg a l'aller et 20 au retour.

Cette formule doit etre evitee au miximum bien entendu.

Conclusion

Quand on voyage en avion avec un velo, il y a des possibilites pour eviter les excedents de bagages avec l'avion cargo par exemple ou en choisissant la compagnie aerienne utilisee car la regle du jeu differe selon les compagnies. Parfois, il vaut mieux payer un billet un peu plus cher et eviter des excedents de bagages.

Les regles du jeu ne sont pas toujours bien claires, comme c'est le cas avec la Lufthansa ou la reponse n'est pas la meme selon l'interlocuteur. On peut donc regretter le manque de transparence de certaines compagnies vis a vis des voyageurs a velo ou accompagnes d'un equipement sportif (planche a voile, surf, golf) d'une facon generale. Avec l'augmentation du petrole, je pense qu'il faut faire plus attention aux excedents de bagages car la facture petroliere des compagnies augmente bien entendu. Et un avion lourd consomme plus, environ 50 litres pour 100 kg de plus pour 10 000 km.

Mes recherches sont incompletes car je n'ai pas fait le tour de toutes les compagnies qui desservent notre pays, mais seulement celles que j'ai utilisees ces derniers annees, prennant l'avion avec le velo 2 fois par an depuis plusieurs annes. Ce travail merite donc d'etre complete. Avis au amateurs !!

Je suis en train d'organiser, depuis quelques temps déjà, un séjour en Namibie d'au moins 15 jours sur avril 2006 avec mon compagnon. Nous vivons en Corse & envisageons de partir à cette période car les 3 mois précédants ne semblent pas être les plus propices question climat & nous préfèrerions ne pas partir entre mai & octobre (la meilleure période sur notre île). J'ai comparé toutes les formules proposées par les agences (en ligne ou non) & les divers témoignages trouvés sur ce site. Etant du genre indépendants, préférant voyager seuls plutôt qu'en groupe j'ai été ravie de voir que ce pays pouvait facilement se visiter seul avec une voiture de loc. J'ai donc retenu cette solution, sans guide, mais avec la réservation de nuits en lodges ou restcamp (souffrant de problèmes de dos je ne peux pas camper). Je tarde encore à me décider car j'hésite entre une formule à la carte par agence & tout réserver moi-même, sachant que notre budget maxi ne pourra dépasser 3000 euros par tête. En effet, la meilleure formule agence que j'ai trouvé est celle proposé par STI voyages: 17 jours englobant un maximum d'étapes Nord & Sud (Windhoek, Otjiwarongo, Etosha, Twyfelfontein, Cape Cross, Swakopmund, Walvis Bay, Désert du Namib, dunes de Sossusvlei & Fish River Canyon) pour environ 2500 euros. Evidemment ce prix exclut l'essence, les repas, les excursions & entrées au parc. Et je ne sais pas encore exactement à quel type de véhicule on a droit. Je sais qu'en me débrouillant toute seule pour le billet d'avion, la location de voiture & la réservation des nuitées cela me couterait moins cher mais je n'arrive pas à trouver de billet en dessous de 1200 euros (alors que bon nombre d'entre vous disent en avoir trouvé à 870) & j'ai peur de déconvenues une fois sur place pour le véhicule de loc. Désolée d'être si longue mais en vous donnant le maximum de détails j'espère recueillir le maximum d'infos ! Voila donc mes questions: où puis-je trouver les billets les moins chers au départ de Marseille ou Paris ? avril est-il un bon mois pour aller en Namibie ? est-il préférable de louer une voiture type Toyota Condor 2x4 (pas de 4x4) plutôt qu'une + classiq pour pallier à l'état des routes Autoescape est-elle vraiment une agence sure pour la location des voitures ? quelles est la différence entre les restcamp & les lodges ? peut-on se débrouiller si on ne parle pas couramment l'anglais & sans guide ? dans le cas où je retiendrais la formule "Liberté Namibienne" de STI quelqu'un aurait-il déjà testé cette formule pour m'en parler ? D'avance un grand merci pour votre patience & vos futures réponses.

Avant tout je vous explique le pourquoi de ma question : j'ai une peur bleue en avion et ça a commencé bien avant les événements de cet été...

Demain je pars pour Bangkok (oui oui j'aime bien guérir le mal par le mal) donc je vais sur le site de la compagnie aérienne et là ya un truc que je ne comprends pas bien. En effet à l'aller, le vol dure 10H35 et au retour alors que les villes de départ et d'arrivée sont identiques, le vol est de 12H05 là ya un truc qui m'échappe ! Donc je vérifie et non pas d'escale au retour donc je vous soumets la question : pourquoi 01H30 en supp au retour ??? 😠

Merci pour vos réponses ! 😉

Bonjour,

Je vais partir pour l'espagne pour qlq mois histoire d'apprendre l'espagnol. Habitant pres de l'aeroport bale-mulhouse, je vais peut-etre choisir une des 4 destinations offertes par EasyJet de Bale: Barcelone, Malaga, Madrid ou Alicante. Je prefererais eviter Barcelone (a cause du Catalan). Que pensez vous des autrse villes. Je cherche un endroit ou je peux aller randonnner en montagne facilement, une belle ville pas trop betonnee comme certains coins de la cote. Merci de votre aide ou infos. Vince

salut,

Nous sommes (petits groupes de bretons exilés à St pierre et Miquelon) motivés pour organiser un fest-noz le 18 août prochain. Saint pierre et miquelon est un petit archipel français situé au sud de Terre-Neuve.

Tout musicien ou danseur breton est le bienvenu ! Nous vous invitons à "rester" chez nous, comme disent les gens d'ici.

C'est vraiment une étape incontournable si vous voguez aux alentours de terre-neuve.

N'hésitez pas à nous contacter ! Encore plus si vous avez biniou, bombarde, accordéon, guitare ou même une vois pour nous faire danser !!

Kenavo,

Angelique et Marzhina

Bonjour, nous avons prévu de partir cet été au Ladakh, aparement jet Airways semble performante comme compagnie, mais sur le site web nous ne trouvons que des vols interieurs ; quelqu'un a t il les coordonnées du site pour les vols au depart de paris? par ailleurs nous avons aussi vu des trajets avec aeroflot, qu'en pensez vous merci

Salut a tous,

Je désire faire le tour du japon en vélo.

Est il possible de le faire, est il possible de dormir en camping sauvage, sur les plages, ...

Merci d'avances pour vos réponses et vos conseils.

Bonjour! On vient de me renseigner ce site et déjà, j'ai trouvé plusieurs messages fort intéressants. Ceci dit, peut-être que vous pourrez m'aider davantage pour notre prochain séjour. Nous envisageons de partir cet été dans le Nord Ouest des USA, pour une dizaine de jours (peut-être 15), principalement pour visiter le Yellowstone et le Grand Teton. Nous n'avons pas encore visité d'autres parcs nationaux mais le choix des enfants (14 et 17 ans) s'est porté sur ceux là. En regardant les possibilités de vols, nous pensons arriver à Denver (nous partons de Bruxelles). Donc mes questions sont, pour le moment: Denver mérite-t-elle quelques jours de visite? Quel est le trajet le plus intéressant de Denver à Grand Teton? Y a-t-il des choses à ne pas manquer entre les deux? Combien de temps faut-il compter? Les routes sont-elles en bon éat pour une voiture de "tourisme" ou faut-il plutôt louer une 4x4? Nous aimerions également essayer de voir des chevaux sauvages. D'après ce que j'ai lu, il y en aurait dans les Pryor Mountain. Quelqu'un a-t-il des renseignements sur cette réserve? (Ma fille est folle de chevaux).

Bon, je crois que je vais arrêter ici... Merci de votre aide. A bientôt.

voila pour les billet d'avion, je croi que si lon prend son depart de certaine ville comme bruxelle alors le billet est moins cher, vrai ou faux SVP ?

et si non anny aformtion sré la bien vnu.

Best Regards, Sophiane 🙂 .

Je désire partir à Venise durant le mois d'Avril, RYanair me propose le vol A- R pour 2 personnes pour moins de 150 € (taxe aéroport comprise) par contre les autres compagnies, le prix tourne autour des 350€.

Pourquoi?

Peut-on leur faire confiance ?

Chers ami(e)s des voyages ! aventuriers et autres ! Pour ceux qui savent pas ou aller car ils ont une petite bourse ! ben je connais deja une premiere solution ! Filer sur le site de la compagnie aérienne RYANAIR qui propose des prix imbatable ! Bien entendu toutes les destinations n'existent pas encore ! et les départ sont que de certaines villes ! par exmple de paris, vous pouvez aller à Stockholm pour 85 euros par personne en ALLER/RETOUR toutes taxes comprises ! vous pouvez aller aussi en allemagne et italie je crois ! une dizaine de grandes villes ou villes régionales sont disponibles ! ca vaut le coup d'aller y jeter un coup d'oeil et de voir combien sa coute ! poru cela aller dans la rubrique "réservation pour simuler votre trajet " ! un peu galére au début mais vu les prix ca en vaut bien le coup ! aller à plus pour d'autre mini info mini prix !!!

😎G fait une simulation pour un parcours de Paris a venice en italie, pour un aller retour au moi de mai ! du 10(lundi) au mardi 17, ben le tout pour un prix imbatable mais vrai de 36.31 euros !!!! c pas la belle vie ca ? de koi préparer de jolies vacances avec sa copine ! ou week-end ! le prix dépend des jour ou vous partez, c assez variable, pour un départ le samedi 7 mai et retour le samedi 14 comptez 64.31 euros par personne soit 28 euros de plus ! mais c tjrs un prix imbatable J evosu laisse essayer !!

Ville françaises : Nîmes, Paris, Montpellier, saint etienne, perpignan, carcasonne, pau, biaritz, limoges, rodez, la rochelle, dinars, tour, poitier et bergerac ! apres faut cliquez sur la carte pour voir ou sa mene! chaque ville a sa ou ses destinations !

A plus tt le monde, amicalement😏

Bonjour à toutes et à tous.

Je reviens du Yémen ; si certains veulent des infos, je peux leur en donner.

Sawaddee kha à tous 🙂

Quelqu'un a-t-il une chouette guest house à recommander dans le quartier de Thewet à BKK ? Quelles sont vos impressions sur le quartier (j'ai envie de changer un peu de crèmerie et de sortir de Banglamphu, et je ne suis pas fan de Sukhumvit donc ...) ?

Kop khun maak kha

Salut à tous!

Je voudrais partir en Grèce à vélo. Je ne suis malheureusement pas très expérimentée dans les longues distances mais je m'entraîne dur pour acquérir de l'endurance et de la résistance! Ca vous paraît faisable? Et est-ce que vous avez des conseils à me donner pour cette traversée?

Au fait je recherche des personnes qui voudraient bien faire un bout de chemin avec moi...Alors si ça ne vous dérange pas trop de vous coltiner une débutante néanmois hyper motivée, écrivez-moi.

A+ Katia

Le nouveau concours ça y est j'ai eu mon visa demarre!!!!! A vous de selectionner parmis les nominés ou vous pouvez en nominer d'autre et a la fin du concours un classement sera etablie pour connaitre les pays les plus ouvert aux touristes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Les nominés sont: Biensur iran, turkmenistan, tibet (plutot une autorisation), corée du nord, arabie saoudite, bouthan, soudan, kazakhstan.....

N'hesitez pas a en nominer d'autre!!!!!

Je declare le concours ouvert🙂

Bonjour à tous,

😉

Nous rentrons d'un séjour de 3 semaines en Inde du Sud. Heureusement Internet est encore là pour prolonger le rêve...

Je tenais tout particulièrement à remercier Christophe, Claude et surtout Sandrine pour tous les précieux conseils qui nous ont permis de préparer avec succès ce 1er séjour en Inde.

Le pays est très attachant et ne ressemble vraiment à aucun autre. Le subtile mélange des genres est fabuleux, parfois déconcertant mais à tout moment, les vibrations sont présentes....

Vous avez compris, on a adoré !!

Une adresse à retenir absolument ! bas_das@vsnl.net (2 frères adorables qui ne savent pas quoi faire pour nous faire plaisir), d'une compétence et d'un disponibilité à toute épreuve. Pour plus d'infos, n'hésiter pas à me contacter, cette petite agence recommandée par le Guide du Routard mérite vraiment le détour.

Merci encore à tous.

A bientôt

Ghislaine

I’ve been traveling regularly for over twenty years,

but this is the first time an airline has treated me as poorly as Air France.

Two trips, two problems. The latest:

Trip from Seoul to Rennes. Last leg from Paris CDG to Rennes with Air France.

I arrive in Paris and go straight to Air France to get my boarding pass to Rennes. They assure me my baggage is continuing to Rennes.

Arriving in Rennes, no baggage—same as five other people.

The Air France office is closed, and the airport staff tell me there’s rarely anyone there.

With the help of the airport staff, I file a claim online, and my baggage is almost immediately located. As a result, I’m told I’ll have it the next day.

Four days later, the baggage is still in the same place at CDG—nothing’s moving.

The problem is Air France has no customer service. What they call customer service is a department that takes an hour to answer and just repeats what’s on the online form. No coordination, no way to get things moving. I guess Air France would rather pay the compensation after 21 days than actually do something.

I’ve had lost baggage on other trips, but this is the first time I’ve seen such indifference and lack of professionalism.

Hello, We’ll be sailing on the Renaissance with CFC to southern Norway from July 4 to 11, 2026, departing from Dunkirk (the cruise was booked through "Planète Croisière"). When entering some personal details or pre-selecting options on the CFC website, I’m wondering about the "optional" categories for drinks and WiFi. I’m actually a bit surprised by these extra charges, as we weren’t used to them on other cruises (Australis in Patagonia; Hurtigruten’s Coastal Express in Norway and Alaska; Rivages du Monde in the Arctic or on the Douro River; a Nile river cruise in Egypt), where we sometimes had access to basic drinks at meals and free WiFi when near land. Anyway, for those who’ve already taken a CFC cruise on the Renaissance, could you share some advice? Specifically about the most basic drink package, called "Fraîcheur" (238 € for two), which doesn’t seem to be described anywhere. The "Premium" package seems excessive (490 € for two for the week) for light drinkers. As for WiFi, it’s 10 € per day per person. While I find that price acceptable for parking our car in Dunkirk, it feels overpriced here (especially since it was free on the Nordlys "Coastal Express" just 3 or 4 years ago). So, I’d love to hear from experienced cruisers who’ve been on this ship! Looking forward to seeing the excursion prices, which should be available soon! 😐

Thanks in advance!

Hi,

Right now, with the war raging in Iran and affecting all the neighboring countries of the Persian Gulf, many airports are completely closed to all traffic.

Several airlines like Qatar Airways, Emirates, and others have almost completely halted their operations.

Whether in the Middle East or Africa, many travelers are stranded—maybe for a long time... A heartfelt thought for them and the struggles this will cause.

Four months ago, I was in Kenya with a flight booked through Qatar Airways... I can’t even imagine how I’d react if I were stuck there now. ??

Wishing all these travelers courage, patience, and success in making it back home.

...

Doha Airport on October 21, 2025:



...

Hi there,

This afternoon I had a flight at 5:10 PM to Amsterdam from Nice (final destination: Berlin). I arrived at the airport a little before 3:00 PM and saw that the flight was now leaving at 6:30 PM. I went to the counter to point out that I wouldn’t have time to make my connection, and they told me I’d be spending the night in Amsterdam.

When the agent checked her computer, she saw that I’d been put on a flight with another airline and asked if I hadn’t received an email.

In the end, I had to change terminals and leave at 7:05 PM with Swiss Airlines, then Air Baltic.

Just to clarify, I checked in less than 24 hours ago for both KLM flights (Nice-Amsterdam and Amsterdam-Berlin) where I had seats assigned. I checked my emails carefully, and I was never notified!

Luckily, the Swiss Airlines flight left later—otherwise, at 3:00 PM, I wouldn’t have had time to check in (I have a checked bag), and I don’t know how I would’ve proven I never got an email. Also, thankfully, I went to the counter much earlier than planned for the 6:30 PM departure.

In the end, I was lucky because with KLM, I would’ve lost a whole day. And it’s a good thing I always travel for at least two full weeks because I’ve often lost a day due to delays—I wouldn’t do that for a week or a weekend getaway...

This is the first time this has happened to me, but there’s a first time for everything!

Hi everyone,

My partner and I would like to travel to Mexico during the Christmas holidays. We’re well aware that this is a peak tourist season, but it’s the only time of year when we can take a long trip (over two weeks) due to work commitments.

We’re looking to avoid overly touristy areas and travel independently (renting a car). We want to explore Mexico’s history, take our time, and enjoy nature and the sea.

I’ve never been to Mexico before, and I’m considering the following regions (not all of them, of course): Yucatán (outside Quintana Roo), Baja California, Oaxaca, or Chiapas.

I’ve more or less ruled out Chiapas for safety reasons (even though the nature there looks amazing), and I’d love to hear your thoughts on the other regions. From experience, I know that even in highly touristy areas, you can often find quieter spots with good planning and by avoiding the main hotspots. For example, we were in Thailand last year during the same period, and aside from 2-3 places, we had a very peaceful trip—sometimes even being the only Westerners around. Would the same be true for Yucatán or Baja California?

Do you have any recommendations for nice, less touristy spots? What are your thoughts on the regions I mentioned?

Thanks so much for your help, and I hope you have a great weekend!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Other Hitchhikers

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Today, we’re in the age of smartphones and carpooling apps. Safety. With everything you see on TV... Three or four years ago, we signed up on a platform. Our first, and only, “client” was a little jerk who didn’t say a word the whole trip. No hello, no goodbye, and certainly no thank you. The next day, we found his Ray-Bans in the car. We didn’t run after him to give them back. Ha!

Hi there, As mentioned earlier, we're heading off for a month to explore some parts of Thailand in July/August, and I’ve got a few practical questions I’m hoping you can help with based on your experiences. Thanks in advance!

- Can you choose the denominations at exchange bureaus/ATMs? How do you avoid ending up with only 1000-baht notes when exchanging large sums? - If not, is there an easy way to get change? Any alternatives to buying stuff at 7-Eleven? - Can you buy train tickets from Thonburi to Kanchanaburi in advance? Is there usually space available, considering some people do the Death Railway day trip from Bangkok to Sai Yok Noi? - Is there room for luggage on the trains to Kanchanaburi? We’ll be traveling as a group of four with two large checked-baggage-sized suitcases (25 kg each). - Kanchanaburi: Most day tours allow around 3 hours at Erawan Falls. Is that enough, or is it worth spending the whole day there, especially at the start of the rainy season when it’s a bit greener? - In Sam Roi Yot, are there taxis/Grab/Bolt available for exploring the surrounding areas? I’d appreciate any numbers or addresses. - Does True (7-Eleven) have good coverage across Thailand, from Sam Roi Yot to Chiang Rai, or should we go with AIS? - In Bangkok, if you need to switch BTS lines, do you need a new ticket, or can you change lines as long as you don’t exit the station?

Happy to provide any additional details if needed.

Hi there,

Do you know any tricks for traveling on a budget? With flight prices constantly rising, it’s a real lifesaver!

Hi there,

My daughter, wife, and I are starting to plan a two-week trip to Japan for... April 2026. My wife wants us to really treat ourselves, so we’re considering business class (we usually fly premium economy or even economy). Since we’re departing from Paris and want a direct flight, we have three options: JAL, ANA, or Air France.

I’ve flown Air France in business quite a bit for work, and I do find it very comfortable. But I wonder if I’m just defaulting to a national bias—maybe the other two airlines have advantages I’m not considering.

If I’m looking at criteria like: - Comfort (especially for sleeping) - Meals - Entertainment

Any advice? Personal experiences? Have any of the three airlines updated their business class on this route recently?

Thanks! !

Hi there, I’m planning to spend two months in Mongolia, and I’d love to be welcomed by a nomadic or semi-nomadic family in the Altai Mountains. I can work and, of course, contribute money for my stay! Has anyone already had this experience? Also, is it still possible today to take the Trans-Siberian to Novosibirsk and then cross the Russia-Mongolia border at Tashanta? Looking forward to your replies! Thanks

Bonjour à tous

Après avoir du renoncer à notre projet 2020 dans l’ouest américain suite à l’annulation des vols de fin juin et avec l’actualité actuelle non propice aux voyages ( bon, nous avons quand même pu partir 10 jours dans les Cyclades en plan B) j’envisage, si la situation s’améliore, un nouveau projet pour l’été 2021 avec un départ mi juillet ( au lieu de notre préféré fin juin..).. on va essayer d'y croire!!

Cela donnerait ceci : une boucle Denver pour limiter les frais de location de voiture en faisant un oneway.

Itinéraire prévu, sans les détails.. toute la 1ere partie jusqu'à yellowstone devait se faire en 2020..😕

Samedi Jour 1 : Arrivée Denver. Nuit à Fort Collins Dimanche Jour 2 : Cheyenne–Custer - Nuit à Custer Lundi Jour 3 : Mont Rushmore- Badlands National Park – Nuit à Rapid City Mardi Jour 4 : Rapid City – Deadwood – Devils Tower - Buffalo (3h) – nuit à Buffalo ou Sheridan Mercredi Jour 5 : Buffalo à Cody par Bighorn canyon - Nuit à Cody ( 3h30) Jeudi Jour 6 : route vers Gardiner via Chief Joseph scenic highway et rock creek vista. Nuit à Gardiner Vendredi Jour 7 : Yellowstone – Nuit à Yellowstone Samedi Jour 8:Yellowstone – Nuit à Yellowstone Dimanche Jour 9 : Yellowstone – Nuit à Yellowstone Lundi Jour 10: Yellowstone – Nuit à Yellowstone mardi Jour 11 : Grand Teton – Nuit à Grand Teton ou Jackson Hole (1h30) Mercredi Jour 12 : randonnée le matin vers Grand Teton puis route vers Salt Lake City (5h) Jeudi Jour 13 : route vers Moab (4h) - fin de journée à Dead Horse State Park- Nuit à Moab Vendredi Jour 14 :Moab - Arches NP– Nuit à Moab Samedi Jour 15 : Moab – Canyonlands NP- Nuit à Moab Dimanche Jour 16: matin Moab ( fin de visite- ou activité) – puis route vers Colorado National Monument. (2h15) via la 128– Nuit à Grand Junction Lundi Jour 17 : :Glenwood Springs – Idaho Springs (3h30) (après midi Shopping) - Nuit à Denver Mardi jour 18 : journée Denver. Vol en fin de journée Mercredi jour 19 retour Maison

Pour info, nous connaissons déjà le principal de la partie Moab pour l’avoir fait en avril 2016. Je peux éventuellement ajouter 1 ou 2 jours.

Qu’en pensez vous ? Pur l’instant, j’ai l’impression que les tarifs hôteliers sont pus chers ??

Merci pour vos avis Prenez soin de vous Marie