We had originally planned on spending the one night at Khuzir before proceeding to Irkutsk, where we would spend our last night before catching our train back to Moscow on Sunday.
However when making our enquiries about buses to Irtusk, we were offered the option of a bus (actually a shared mini-bus which in Russia seems to be called a "mushroom taxi") on Sunday morning which we were assured would get us to Irkutsk in time for our train. Given the punctuality of the bus that brought us to the island, I was apprehensive. But the convenience of avoiding an extra move and the trouble and expense of finding accomodation in Irkutsk, coupled with the fact that we were told that the bus would be able to drop us right at the station, was tempting enough to make use take the chance.
| At 17:30 Lena appeared claiming to have been braving the Baikal waters. However she always seemed to pick a time when nobody was looking, so I was skeptical. |
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| Yung Sheng makes a final attempt to gainfully employ his fishing rod before our departure in the morning. |
| He finally found an acceptable spot, but sadly the fish refused to cooperate. |
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| I made a final trip in to the village to do the shopping for the supplies that we needed for our trip back to Moscow. |
| The bustling centre of Khuzhir. |
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| Lena had come along to help with the shopping, and we decided to make our way back to the camp along the waters edge. |
| It was now 20:56, just in time to witness a last Baikal sunset |
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| The village at dusk |
| At 21:07 the light was fading fast. |
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| back at the camp, it was getting a bit too dark for pictures. |
| We managed our early rise, packed and hiked back to town in time to catch our bus, and by 09:20am were already the ferry for our voyage back to the mainland. |
| Olkhon island recedes into the distance as we get underway. |
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| a last view of the island |
| and at 9:33 we are approaching the shore and our dash back to Irkutsk to meet our train. |
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