The Frozen Lake
April 16th 2010 Irkutsk felt much more Russian than the bigger cities. It was -5 when I arrived so at last my winter coat came into play. As on the train, very few people spoke english so finding my hostel was a bit of a mission. After wandering several back alleys and madly gesturing at locals I found the totally unmarked door in an un-named square behind a camera shop. As it turned out, both the hostel and the
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