Listvyanka was a sleepy village, we had a marvellous rustic wooden cottage right by the lake, where we lazed for a day. We decided to have a celebratory meal - so ended up in a upmarket restaurant and ordered pancakes and caviar! The lake looked deep blue, the other side looked enticing, and our feet were already itching to move on! We spent some time in the local markets, and the Baikal museum.
Officially the border of Europe and Asia is 17 km before (west) the city of Yekaterinburg – which is only 1800 km from Moscow. Realistically speaking, Asia starts only after crossing the Lake Baikal. We spent a day by the lake in the village of Listvyanka, on the western shore of the lake. The place was closer to the Russia I had imagined from the books from my childhood. Pine trees in snows, wooden huts with smoke billowing from the chimneys. Huskies barking at strangers (us).
The snow on the shores of the deepest lake of the world glistened that night. We were to set off again the next day. We had come a little over 8300 km in twelve days. We were only half way home.
You can read about our next leg of journey from Lake Baikal to Mongolia