Irkutsk House

A lazy day (I overslept) wandering around Irkutsk, a pleasant place of aging wooden houses which wouldn’t look out of place in the wild west (which makes sense, since this was a frontier town of sorts, when the reasons to be here were fur and lumber). Much warmer here, and humid too. Lots of small useful things achieved – collected onward train tickets, sorted out a Baikal plan, washed clothes. All terribly exciting.

Posted Saturday, June 14th, 2008 under travel.

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