As always, unexpectedly in the middle of this autumn we went on another trip to Baikal. Paparazzi called us probably already at nine o’clock in the evening and suggested going to the village of Buguldeika – the queen of Baikal winds, to spend the night there and the next day to move from Buguldeyka to Maloye Goloustnoye by jeep across the taiga. Well, we thought that we were already at home and it would be long time, and it was the time to go somewhere out of town. And we gladly agreed. Especially Nastya with the guys were already there at the end of this summer and made a bunch of cool pictures (here you can see this photo report). But I’ve never been there, although I’ve heard a lot that it’s very beautiful and very windy there. And if we are going to thrust our nose into the next jungle and mix mud with wheels – so this is another reason to catch another adventure.
Buguldeyka – the queen of winds
We arrived late, had a long supper and slept little. In the morning, at breakfast, we had a strange conversation with the hostess of the house where we spent the night, and went to enjoy nature. The first point was the marble quarry. This place, of course, is very unusual. It is a mountain from the top of which opens a wonderful view of Lake Baikal and the Buguldeika valley. And at its top is a quarry in the form of a deep pit with straight and even, multifaceted marble walls, 6-8 meters deep, or even more. If you go down, then this quarry will remind you of a large marble hall. But we did not do this, because our impression was spoiled by a strange exposition of Moscow artists, whose paintings printed on banners hung around almost the entire height of the marble walls. The pictures were cut naked people, mostly female. Plus, some facets of huge marble blocks were pasted with a texture of meat, as if it were a cut of meat stones.
Of course, at that time we did not know and did not understand what was happening at all, and thought that on the eve of it there was some meeting of the cannibalism sect. And they committed an act of sacrifice and vandalism. And it was scary to think what else was happening here. In short, these bitches left behind all this garbage. And all the beauty was spoiled. I wanted to puke! You would have seen it! We, by the way, did not even take pictures of the quarry because of this.
Okay, we quarreled and went on to the observation platform. There we went for a walk and tried to make ourselves feel good. What else can I say? Baikal is beautiful! Everyone already knows this. In Buguldeyka really was very windy and it was possible to observe how the wind behaves and what patterns draws on the water, looking down at the ripples and waves. And how it permeates to the thread, looking at our friends.
From Buguldeyka to Maloye Goloustnoye
We did not have much time left and we had to go from Buguldeyka to Maloye Goloustnoye. And the way promised to be long and interesting. We went downstairs and began to hear a strange noise that came from under the car. We went out, looked under the car and everything seemed to be normal. We bought the ice cream and went on. The first part of the way was quite simple, but very picturesque. It was necessary to cross the river constantly and move along the foot of the mountains and rocks, which rise upright above the head. Now and then you catch yourself thinking: “Cool!”. Further the road is leveled, but still remains flat and firm, that you think: “Ha! Jeep is not needed to drive here!”. Along the way, we sometimes encountered hayfields and long but half-abandoned villages, as well as cows and trucks loaded with hay directly in some Indian style. The snow fell in flakes and gave the entourage, making these villages even more severe.
Taiga offroad in all its glory
Approximately two-thirds of the way from Buguldeyka to Maloye Goloustnoye, after the last village, we only met hunters’ cars and the road became much more wild. The noise under the bottom, by the way, still rumbled periodically and Sasha decided to check the car once more. We left. The rear wheel does not turn. Excellent! The car broke down at the most interesting place! Well, although the help is not likely to be far if it is suddenly needed. We needed help very soon. The white pickup cheerfully bypasses us and stops. The fumes come out … the guys come out and watch as we swear by a hand winch and offer a pull. And without any extra efforts we are already moving on. We thought: “We must hold on to them!”. But on the front drive it’s not so simple. The whole further road is a drift along the track. The rear slides and it was very difficult for us to get out of the rut without a rear drive. Every now and then it was necessary to dig out the wheels and to cuss over the situation.
Meanwhile, the sun is already setting, and we still have to go and go. But we fell behind those guys as easily as we caught up. The brave hunters waited for us as the hares waited for Mazai, standing in the back of his pickup truck, in the middle of a thirty-meter puddle on the hood in the water. And we had a chance to repay the guys for the service. And when it was done, they rewarded us with part of their booty. Soon we got to the gravel and went to the house already quite tired. And we realized that the road from Buguldeyka to Maloye Goloustnoye is not so simple as we thought at the beginning of our journey.