25th – 26th April 2016
The train between Irkutsk was a reasonably short and uneventful one. This was my first time on a journey that felt like a much more local route and you can tell the difference. I felt a little intimidated alone in a cabin with three butch Russian men. I tried to chat a little with the one guy who was willing but the other two seemed to roll ‘bloody tourist’ eyes at my every movement. I’m certain I was being too sensitive so I channelled my inner Baikal fisherwoman, grabbed my book and let myself get sucked into the world of Thomas Harris instead.