17:08:05 13:00 clock: After the boat is to einglaufen Maloye Morje should, it took almost two hours until it would create at the southern end of the hundred-kilometer-long island. Now, the focus was on the coast of Baikal port side - a steppe landscape of the rugged, rocky coast. At the same time we left something on the West Coast with their partially wooded mountain slopes.
In contrast to the North Baikal was here already "something more" going on. One from him and to other boats and in spite of the abundance of wild landscapes populated parts seemed to be more frequent. We passed several small rocky islands bizarre that the coastal upstream in the West were.
We slipped on the steppe Olkhon meaning to the southern end of a strange dock came into view. It was an old cargo ship, which was set on the banks of reason. The old hull was quickly transformed into a pier, which is now headed for the Kometa. That was the objective for Helmut and his new companions. They wanted to spend some days on Baikal, before they would be on your way to go about Irkutsk, Ulan-Ude, the Trans-Mongolian railway to China.
where they went ashore, after we said goodbye warmly of each other. You stand after a few days ago on Olkhon contemplative still a huge world tour before. Helmut has its Olkhon stay , but also the whole tour in his blog described Eurasia and especially abundantly illustrated.
Soon it went on and the Kometa shot through the narrowest point between the southern end of Baikal and the West Coast, where a car ferry connects the island to the mainland. Then we went back out into the open Baikal. The next goal would be Port Baikal. As we learn in the meantime, we would then transfer to a smaller hydrofoil need. For whatever reason the big Kometa did not go directly to Irkutsk.
Sometime Listwianka came into view and you could see the Angara outflow. Then we arrived in Port Baikal, where it said: Get out. To proceed immediately stood two small hydrofoils prepared in which the passengers boarded the Kometa, but also some day-trippers from Port Baikal. Then it went off, past Listwianka in the course of the Angara into it. On Schamananstein that you could barely make out, drove some smaller boats. Then it went in quick trip to Irkutsk, which gave the two hydrofoils a race with changing leadership.
arrived in Irkutsk we very soon - at the passenger port above the Angarastaumauer. Oliver and Frank were picked up from their hotel shuttle service. We did not have as comfortable and looked for a route taxi to the city center.
Via the Internet (the Internet cafe in Severobaikalsk) I had for our remaining four people booked a hostel which was near the station. We also found it fairly quickly and rang the door. No reaction. We pushed around a solid hour before the house, rang the bell again and again and interviewed residents, if anyone knew anything. All nil, no one could say, no one knew anything. Finally, we summed up that the hostel there is probably no more and this Nocht not on the website Hostelworld was known and so we walked to the taxi stand down at the station. There we boarded a taxi with the order to go to another hostel address (the Angara Hostel).
Once there, saw it again right from suspicious and I asked the taxi driver to wait. It was getting dark and we were restless. But here we were told that the hostel does not exist here anymore. Now I gave the taxi driver the order to drive us to a hotel - best not to expensive and not too cheap.
He suggested "Profsojusnaja Hotel (hotel trade unions). The advantage is that in the vicinity are other hotels to dodge yet. So we went there.
It was near the airport. There we were disappointed. All booked up. So I turned to the next house on the square. gave addition to a swanky conference center with hotel it is a hotel "Solnyshonik" (Little sun, or Sönnchen). This hotel was located on the top floor of an office building and to recognize only a small entrance with an insignificant sign. There we were lucky.
I paid the taxi driver and dismissed him. Then we checked. The rooms were a kind of apartments with two double bedrooms, a hall, bathroom and toilet. The room went back out and had a view of a workshop area in the airport. After the accommodation was secured, the guys went out again a round (at a newspaper stand, because they had seen) and Regina and I showered and then watched a bit of a German TV channel we had discovered while zapping.
We slipped on the steppe Olkhon meaning to the southern end of a strange dock came into view. It was an old cargo ship, which was set on the banks of reason. The old hull was quickly transformed into a pier, which is now headed for the Kometa. That was the objective for Helmut and his new companions. They wanted to spend some days on Baikal, before they would be on your way to go about Irkutsk, Ulan-Ude, the Trans-Mongolian railway to China.
where they went ashore, after we said goodbye warmly of each other. You stand after a few days ago on Olkhon contemplative still a huge world tour before. Helmut has its Olkhon stay , but also the whole tour in his blog described Eurasia and especially abundantly illustrated.
Soon it went on and the Kometa shot through the narrowest point between the southern end of Baikal and the West Coast, where a car ferry connects the island to the mainland. Then we went back out into the open Baikal. The next goal would be Port Baikal. As we learn in the meantime, we would then transfer to a smaller hydrofoil need. For whatever reason the big Kometa did not go directly to Irkutsk.
arrived in Irkutsk we very soon - at the passenger port above the Angarastaumauer. Oliver and Frank were picked up from their hotel shuttle service. We did not have as comfortable and looked for a route taxi to the city center.
Via the Internet (the Internet cafe in Severobaikalsk) I had for our remaining four people booked a hostel which was near the station. We also found it fairly quickly and rang the door. No reaction. We pushed around a solid hour before the house, rang the bell again and again and interviewed residents, if anyone knew anything. All nil, no one could say, no one knew anything. Finally, we summed up that the hostel there is probably no more and this Nocht not on the website Hostelworld was known and so we walked to the taxi stand down at the station. There we boarded a taxi with the order to go to another hostel address (the Angara Hostel).
He suggested "Profsojusnaja Hotel (hotel trade unions). The advantage is that in the vicinity are other hotels to dodge yet. So we went there.
It was near the airport. There we were disappointed. All booked up. So I turned to the next house on the square. gave addition to a swanky conference center with hotel it is a hotel "Solnyshonik" (Little sun, or Sönnchen). This hotel was located on the top floor of an office building and to recognize only a small entrance with an insignificant sign. There we were lucky.
I paid the taxi driver and dismissed him. Then we checked. The rooms were a kind of apartments with two double bedrooms, a hall, bathroom and toilet. The room went back out and had a view of a workshop area in the airport. After the accommodation was secured, the guys went out again a round (at a newspaper stand, because they had seen) and Regina and I showered and then watched a bit of a German TV channel we had discovered while zapping.
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