Khuzhir

You should go to Olkhon at least for a week, because there are more mysterious and unique places than in just three days. Moving to the northern point, Cape Khoboy, we lingered in the vastness and completely lost ourselves.

At Olkhon everything seems very real. The presence effect is maximized.

Tree with an embedded skull. Very interesting.

Information about this artifact is varied: whether it is an offering or just happened like this. But here everything is self-defining and such as it is. At one point it comes to understand that the origin of this doesn't matter.

Just a tree with a skull embedded in it.

We traveled north slowly, partly because the road wasn't made for a sedan, partly because it was okay to just step out and get lost in the surroundings.

They are Yakis.

Cows.

Horses

Plants. I guess they deserve a separate post because the flora of Baikal is an original nature.

It was impossible to get to Khoboy. The locals were right when they said 'Don't even try without Bukhanka.' We spent the day at the sandy Khuzhir beach. The insights were so sharp, it was easy to overdose on the true nature of the world which sweeps you away far and long.