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foreignerSorry for the radio silence, dear readers! Life is busy and writing is slow. But I haven't abandoned this blog! Here, have some pictures for starters:
The platskartny, or third class, car in your typical Trans-Siberian train.
The palace-like interior of the Irkutsk railway station.
Irkutsk old town, full of charming, run-down wooden houses.
And we're in the village of Listvyanka!
...where the new money of Russia build palaces for their vacations. I remembered little of my last trip here, eight years previously, but this pink castle was unforgettable.
The Baikalskie Vody, or Baikal Waters, the ferry that took us to the village of Port Baikal.
And we're very glad that we made it to the ferry, after walking for longer than we thought we'd have to, with our big backpacks, and then making it to the ferry with 15 minutes to spare (and we didn't know the schedule in advance!).
Leaving Listvyanka behind.
Lake Baikal: One of the truly beautiful places on earth.
The Port Baikal port.
View over Baranchiki, a village that is part of Port Baikal, where we stayed. Further away, you can see the port.
Out luxurious accommodation: a tiny cabin on someone's back yard. We had the downstairs. The upstairs seemed to be some kind of storage space.
Inside. We even had electricity! Also, a lake view, and an adorable pink nylon bedspread.
Crappy timer pic, sry, but this is our very, very idyllic dinner place.
The Circumbaikal train! The Trans-Siberian railway used to go all the way to Port Baikal, but nowadays there's a quicker, more direct route. You can still take the historical train route and admire the views, and I gather it's pretty popular. We didn't go, though.
Sunset over the lake, and a pier. We met the builder of this pier ("this excellent pier", said his friend), who was staying at the same babuska's place that we were.
A lone traveller sitting on the rails and looking at the moon.
Moonlight, and one boat.
The next morning, it's raining hard. Instead of trekking in the beautiful nature, we're confined to sitting in the porch of the house of our landlady, drinking tea. Still, there are worse places to be trapped in.
The platskartny, or third class, car in your typical Trans-Siberian train.
The palace-like interior of the Irkutsk railway station.
Irkutsk old town, full of charming, run-down wooden houses.
And we're in the village of Listvyanka!
...where the new money of Russia build palaces for their vacations. I remembered little of my last trip here, eight years previously, but this pink castle was unforgettable.
The Baikalskie Vody, or Baikal Waters, the ferry that took us to the village of Port Baikal.
And we're very glad that we made it to the ferry, after walking for longer than we thought we'd have to, with our big backpacks, and then making it to the ferry with 15 minutes to spare (and we didn't know the schedule in advance!).
Leaving Listvyanka behind.
Lake Baikal: One of the truly beautiful places on earth.
The Port Baikal port.
View over Baranchiki, a village that is part of Port Baikal, where we stayed. Further away, you can see the port.
Out luxurious accommodation: a tiny cabin on someone's back yard. We had the downstairs. The upstairs seemed to be some kind of storage space.
Inside. We even had electricity! Also, a lake view, and an adorable pink nylon bedspread.
Crappy timer pic, sry, but this is our very, very idyllic dinner place.
The Circumbaikal train! The Trans-Siberian railway used to go all the way to Port Baikal, but nowadays there's a quicker, more direct route. You can still take the historical train route and admire the views, and I gather it's pretty popular. We didn't go, though.
Sunset over the lake, and a pier. We met the builder of this pier ("this excellent pier", said his friend), who was staying at the same babuska's place that we were.
A lone traveller sitting on the rails and looking at the moon.
Moonlight, and one boat.
The next morning, it's raining hard. Instead of trekking in the beautiful nature, we're confined to sitting in the porch of the house of our landlady, drinking tea. Still, there are worse places to be trapped in.