I head out from the apartment walking in a random direction. A couple kilometers later, a very odd looking building prompts me to investigate.
I climb its stairs. Located above a small grocery store I discover a hotel of all things. In a comical exchange of words and gestures, I'm advised to take the bus to the town center.
Walk outside, look around for the bus-stop, I see nothing. A van pulls across the street. The hotel's manager, apparently with nothing else on his plate, has been watching me like a KGB guardian angel. He yells and motions from the balcony that this in fact the "bus" I should get on.
|sculpture of a broken cello and empty hat I feel both fitting and oddly beautiful|
The chasm in language too wide to bridge, I merely guess when I feel we've arrived at the center of town. Correctly.
I spend the rest of the day avoiding sudden downpours and exploring the area.
Below you will find photos and videos meant to give you an image and feel for this distant and remote Siberian city.
|Soviet style ugly ass buildings abound|
|commercial stands n the center of town|
a look at some of the faces of Irkutsk
a vegetable market downtown
|tilted old wooden house|
|catch a trolley|
Playing cards on the street. Many Asians here, especially given relative proximity to Mongolia
|bride cutout downtown unsmiling- why would she|
|Babuska having lunch|
|shopping area- the equivalent of 3rd St Promenade in Santa Monica|
|finally a little bit of color versus the normal grey Soviet city|
|it's the former Soviet Union alright|
|relatively well upkept hotel|
|not a fan Vlad|