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Lake Baikal and Listvyanka

Kasia and I were up and off to Baikal by 11 o’clock after walking round to the cash point. Alena picked up her brother-in-law, Alexander, on the outskirts of Irkutsk and after about 40 minutes we reached the museum of Russian life and architecture, set on the bank of the River Argana after it flows out of Lake Baikal. The outdoor museum houses many different traditional wooden structures which have been transported to this site from various places in the region. There are fortifications, wooden homesteads, churches and a Baryat Yurta amongst many others. And a lone horseman riding by!

What I found most interesting is that all this has been assembled on the site of an old glassworks – and the first thing we saw was a museum dedicated to this! I was taken by a large lump of beautiful blue glass which had been found in the ground – it just shone! And then the history of the glassworks and cabinets full of pieces which had been either produced there recently (until it went bankrupt and closed) or had been found in the ground, some dating from a couple of hundred years ago.

Baryat Yurta

One of the buildings we saw was the Buryat Yurta, and Alexander, whose grandmother was Buryat, explained the layout: the yurta, (or yurt or ger) is round to reflect the skies above us, according to shaman direction. Inside, in the centre is a dugout square pit, with a fire in the centre. This is the spiritual and holy heart of the home. The pit is large enough for people to sit on the edge, perhaps 3-4 on each side. At each corner there is a large pole which supports the structure (in some tented yurtas these are absent, but there in spirit) and these four poles divide the inside space into organised areas. The first pole on the left as you enter is the hunting pole, and all items connected with hunting, fishing are kept here. The second pole denotes the men’s area; the third denotes everything to do with dairy – milking, churns etc. and the final fourth pole, to the right of the entrance, is the women’s area, also the cooking area. Between poles 2 and 3 is the sleeping area, with females on the right, towards the female area, and males on the left, by the men’s area. A wonderful practical arrangement.

Frozen Lake BaikalOn our way to Listvyanka, there suddenly came upon us the most amazing view as we came to the point where the river leaves the lake. There ahead of us lay frozen Lake Baikal and on the far side, an impenetrable range of snow-covered mountains. Until you see it, you cannot imagine the scale of this lake – almost 400 miles long and 40 miles at the broadest point. After the Caspian Sea, it is the largest lake in the world. It’s also the deepest and contains one-fifth of the world’s fresh water. And to see the entire lake frozen as far as the eye could see….! Just a little bit of thaw at the edge of the shore… which meant you couldn’t step on to it safely at that point. Talking of shore, after a great meal of local fish, covered in onion, thinly sliced red paprika and tomato with sour cream and dill and lemon, all steamed in foil..Mmmm, I went on to the beach and found a bit of seaglass… then another. Then I was joined by Kasia who helped to find more. Later in the day, after showing Alena my spoils, she went off and came back with pocketfuls! So I now have enough for lots of jewellery and have passed details of my website on to my two glass collectors! Another plug: objaydequirk.com!

So what else did we do at the lake? We went to a great little market – selling lots of lovely jewellery made of local polished stone amongst other things. And to the Biological Research Institute (not sure of the name) where we saw lots of fascinating finds, lots of local fish – alive and in formaldehyde – and learnt about the various research projects carried out on the lake over the last hundred or so years. There are freshwater seals in Lake Baikal – whose ancestors must have made the long journey from the arctic circle, down two rivers, to the lake. We were also taken to several lookout points and shown various aspects of the lake and surrounding countryside. Olkhon Island is one of the special shamanic sites at the lake, but having said that, there is evidence of shamanic/Buryat influence all around. The southern and eastern parts of land adjoining the lake form the Buryat Republic, and it appears that though they were hard done by during the communist regime, they have retained their identity throughout. It seems the farther from Moscow, the more independent people have been able to remain. At a cost of course, but they have not lost their culture. And shamanism is now openly practised once again.

A great day out. We set off for Irkutsk to find the rest of the group already there and getting ready for the next stage of the train journey: Irkutsk to Ulaan Baator.

Irkutsk – what a delight!

We arrived in Irkutsk at 09.50 and managed to scramble off with all our luggage – many thanks to Ross who carried my large bag. By this time I was feeling pretty ill, for two nights I’d been unable to sleep lying down due to breathing difficulties but had managed a fairly good last night on the train by putting my pillow on the table and sleeping hunched over it. Time for a doctor.

There were two minibuses waiting to transport us to our hostels – ours (women) is over the river near the city centre. Two dorms – one with four bunks and one with seven. And a private double room. Alena runs the hostel and is married to our guide, Leonid, who makes all the arrangements this end for Ozbus. Leonid explained that being a Saturday it would not be easy to find a doctor. An ambulance would come if I had a fever – but I was rather worried that this would put me in the system and maybe cause complications, so when he asked if I wanted to talk to a pharmacist, I agreed. Having had erythromycin before I reckoned I should ask for that and Leonid researched it online, got the correct Russian name (which I can now read fluently..!) Then we went to a local pharmacy – and they asked for a prescription. However, when they heard my hoarse voice and saw my Ventolin, and realised I was asthmatic, the problem of no prescription disappeared. Except they didn’t have any in stock. So they phoned around and eventually a pharmacy outside Irkutsk was found with just two packets of it – and they were prepared to sell me one packet. An hour later, Leonid took me – and a few of the others who wanted the ride – to this place, I got the medication and took it right away. That night I slept right through, lying down!

Leonid gave us a great tour of the city on the way back, taking us over the dam which holds a huge volume of water back from the city. Many, many rivers flow into Lake Baikal, but only one flows out: the river Angara, which flows west from the lake through Irkutsk before turning north and finally reaching the sea in the Arctic Circle. There are Arctic seals in Lake Baikal – migrated there from the sea. Amazing! When you look at the distance on a map it’s just incredible. Leonid gave us a history lesson on Buryat people, shamanism and lots more (his grandmother was Buryat). A great trip. Then he dropped us off in town where we hit the shops – and I finally bought a pair of flip-flops. Essential footwear in hostels. Those of you who got/get beautiful cards from me – they were bought here in Irkutsk. I haven’t sent them yet as I can’t find the post office and also don’t have envelopes…they’re sold separately! We walked around a bit, found a lovely cafe where we were surrounded by law students who wanted to practise English! One of the photos I took is a mural on a wall, depicting people from all races singing: they want work, not war.

After looking a bit at the sights, and taking loads of photos (spot Spiderman!), we found an Italian restaurant and had an early evening meal before returning to the hostel. We walked back via the civic centre – beautiful buildings and a park which will be green in a couple of weeks apparently. At this point I was still planning to go with the group to Lake Baikal and Olkhon Island, but after hearing it was a 6-hour drive on some tarmacked and some unmade roads, then at least a half-hour walk over the ice before another drive on the other side… well, I was a bit unsure. Anyway I had a good night’s sleep and left the decision till the morning.

Next morning, I wavered about 6 times before finally deciding that while the antibiotics were working, I was too weak for the 3-day trip to the island. The half-hour walk over the ice to the island seemed bad enough, but with the thaw on, it was likely that would be unsafe for the return journey, so a longer ice-hike of 1.5 – 2 hours might have to be undertaken. Too risky for me in my feeble state – I mean, you can’t just stop for a rest on ice! So after negotiating to move into the private room and possibly have a day trip to Listvyanka on Lake Baikal, I decided to stay in Irkutsk. I took lots of photos of old wooden houses, typical in this area, while walking through Irkutsk yesterday. They are truly beautiful and I hope there’s a programme to save them from collapse and restore them. Listvyanka not only has houses like these, but a museum of Russian life in the area. Just what I want! So it looks like things have turned out really well. Having made the decision to stay, I then went to bed and slept till 3pm. Must have needed it. I had the hostel to myself – lovely, quiet, just a bit of space on this hectic journey! Even Alena had gone home, leaving me with her phone number in case I needed to contact her.

Today, Monday 18th April (already!) The hostel is still deserted – can’t believe I’m living alone in a house in Irkutsk, no one around, can’t speak the language. Just brilliant! I had a lazy morning, took a photo of the children’s playground outside the hostel and bumped into a girl with a backpack looking for the hostel, so I took her in, and contacted Alena to let her know. We then spent some time together – found a pizza place, did some shopping for the next train (toilet roll, fruit, 3 in 1 coffee) and then came back when the icy rain started. She’s decided to come to Listvyanka tomorrow, which is lovely. We’ll be back in time for me to meet up with the rest of the group before setting off on the train to Ulaan Baator at 21.50.

So now I’m going to eat the remains of my pizza which was kindly put into a doggy bag for me. Then bed. I’ve downloaded a book about Siberian shamanism onto my Kindle, so will read myself to sleep!