The Olkhon

It made no sense to go to Baikal as a resort. In addition, time had brought us to a point when everyone was half-asleep, but we against the flow. Thus, with my faithful conductor we arrived in Irkutsk and moved on to the Mirror sea. To the Olkhon.

Cities and villages

We rented a car and went to Listvyanka.

We got a right-hand drive sedan and it got us, so better pick a high one if you're going for Olkhon.

The world around was quite ordinary, only countless nomadic herds following the winds pulled the mind out of its usual frames of being.

We arrived in Olkhon at sunset with no particular preference for lodging. We were carrying a tent, two sleeping bags, and our backpacks. We set up camp by the shore of Lake Baikal, breathing in the wind and marveling at the stillness. As usual, the paranoid part of me was wondering when we would be asked to move on, but that never happened. The night was primordial.

Camping by Lake Baikal is awesome! Washing up and taking a drink of cold water right from the lake is cool. Losing yourself in these infinite reflections of the lake is divine.

Regarding the power of the place. Of course, I wanted to feel it. But it's hard to define. You just feel more vividly here than anywhere else. Even if you close your eyes and can't see the beauty. That's the uniqueness of Lake Baikal.