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... structures, collapsed buildings, sunken boats in the harbor. Hardly any asphalt, dirt tracks, everything exudes a forlorn past. Abandoned.
We start to walk along the railroad tracks, and after about ten minutes we hear a train coming from behind. An old steam engine bringing passengers from the ferry to Irkutsk. It's a nice view.
The tracks follow the coastline and below us are small pebble beaches where Russians are sunbathing. To get there is an adventure, because ...
We woke up on the shores of Lake Baikal today to celebrate our 4th wedding anniversary! :)
After a relaxing morning, we took a shuttle back to historic city of Irkutsk, where we spent the day before our night train to Ulan Ude.
We started off our time in Irkutsk with a delicious lunch at Chento. We devoured our classic Italian food ...
... pot of goulash for £3. A Canadian chap we met said he had been severely spoken to by the female Russian dining car attendant when he had taken a photo of the dining car. She even made him delete the photo ! We've now travelled 5,000km across 5 time zones since Moscow. We alighted the train at 02.30 (Moscow time, which the train runs on) but the local time is 07.30 ! How time flies !! It's -2 but the sun is shining. Off to the hotel for a hot shower ...
... to bring out the ‘balaclava’. I put the headpiece on then Roisin came and straightened it out. I felt like I was 5 years old again and my mum had to make me look as less of a ‘git’ as possible before I could rush out and join my mates in the snow!!. That was the last time I wore one of these. I felt uncomfortable venturing out as, similar to my younger days, I was the only one wearing a balaclava!! All the Russian ‘big boys’ made do ...
... my train takes 3 or 4 hours longer to Yekaterinburg, but that's 26 anyway, so getting in at 6pm rather than 3 or so didn't seem that big a deal. Walking past the old carriages I thought maybe this was a mistake, but my second class carriage is comfortable enough, and the 3 others in my compartment, 2 older women and a man, were friendly enough. I managed to babble enough at them-rather than staying silent, as can be my wont when I know people don't speak my language-that ...