Poezdka in Baykalu of Kultuka to Svyatogo nose of Jim

Aug 2014

Poezdka in Baykalu of Kultuka to Svyatogo nose of Jim

Summer vacation I, Alёna and Rocca decided provesti of Baykale, Packed in the Jimny and immediately after my night shift at work hit the road.

On the first day we slowly got to the Ambassadors, where they stopped to spend the night.

Pauty interfered put Palatka, mosquito spray, It seemed, their only attracted. The night was not without noisy neighbors, with music and loud noises after midnight. In the morning found swollen eyes and slightly worn out pillow on the left leg of a dog. Landscapes are not impressed, and we moved on.

The next item was the failure of the Bay, Énhaluk village and the River Dry. After moving through the new bridge over the river Selenga and stopping along the way at a special health site (Wastebasket, gazebo and wooden toilet), we stayed in one of the nice-looking roadside cafe. We liked the room decoration and democratic prices.

There are tables and outdoor cafes. Podkprepivshis and charging the phone, we continued our way to the river. Dry. After New Enkhaluk road abruptly turns into a small dirt comb, on which to go faster 20km / h, we did not work (machine just resonates and begins to vibrate terribly). Between the road and the shore there were barriers and littered with entries, every few meters could see the wooden toilet cabins. Three kilometers combing we checked out the main checkpoint in this closed zone.

200p per car per day and access to the sandy beach, a huge pile of gulls and neighbors open!

We are the dog is not particularly fit into the format of rest, since moved on, Village Dry drove to the shore, which was the same cool sand, Only it was much windier:

The village was not far from the shore, therefore it was decided to go on the road, yet people will not be less than. After passing through the village, we went deep into the forest on the well-trodden dirt road with big holes. Chose a lonely place for parking and camp launched:

The evening was calm – no neighbors did not appear, It was cozy and quiet:

The next day, pozavtrakav, I saw the waves and decided to try them on bodiborde:

The waves are not world class, Of course, but it was very nice to feel it again!

I wanted to stay longer, but the road was calling us to a destination, so we packed up and moved on.

On the way back visit the observation deck with a wooden sculpture, depicting Usan-Lopsona (Bishop of Lake Baikal):

Take pictures in a little marsh estuary:

To shorten the path and go through the Ulan-Ude, we decided on the dirt road to get to Turuntaevo and there already on the road leading from Ulan-Ude to get to Ust-Barguzin. We were warned, that the road is not very good. The first few kilometers of road surface was just perfect, and the road itself is absolutely bezlyudnoy, but the joy was short-lived – started gravel road, interspersed with a comb. We drove through the forest at a rate of 20-40 km / h, enjoying the silence around, smiling names of rivers and streams. We left the parking lot in the afternoon we, so after an hour and a half, When we reached the village of Pokrovka, dusk. After the village the road turned left and went right between the Selenga and steep scree left. View out the back near the ferry (somehow marked by the sign of the drawbridge):

For this debris at an altitude of more than 10 meters impressively walked goats and goats:

Almost half an hour on a mountain road and we drove into the village Reid, after which the road went from the Selenga to Turuntaevo. In Turuntaevo sky very dark and we had not found the right track. Finding it, we flew to the lake on Kotokel 80-90 km / h (the road was almost free and a great cover). After a few hours, almost midnight, we saw signs “Kotokel” and turned to sleep on the lake. Found a secluded spot, put the tent and the first floor was asleep. The next morning we saw, that swamped the shore and the lake is not so easy to get. Trains around a bit and found one of the few sandy coasts. It should be noted that in all the good places or private hostel or a lot of garbage from “wild” tourists.

In the distance, on the shore just visible campings.

Played with the dog:

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We swim, breakfast and hit the road again. Further our path followed almost the shore of Lake Baikal, and we stayed a couple of times where we would. Almost all along the coast, we met travelers. Dog hiding in the bushes from the heat at one of these stops:

By the middle of the fourth day we got to Ust-Barguzin, crossed over bridges on peresheek, Category podъehaly old ferry port:

Returned to the road and paid for in the national reserve vъezd (150p with a one-time machine and 70r per day per person). Money according to the ministers go to the improvement of roads and garbage. The second claim no, but the road there – solid comb, so we are not left on them, Stop at the first exit to the Gulf Barguzinsky (20 minutes at 20 km / h) by vaezda. On the way to the lakes saw a few gray cranes:

Campsites ennobled firepits, trash cans, but debris still lying around everywhere.

On the first night the gale blew with Barguzinsky Bay. We, not accustomed to such winds, even had to rearrange the tent for the car, so it is not blown.

Morning us zhdali krasivыe landscape grebeshkami s wool and oblakami, hanging over the peninsula: