Along a forested gorge peppered with dovecotes and caves,
women scorched cheese stuffed pita bread over an open fire. I ate them reclining on cushions, under the woven roof of a cabana over the river. Chairs and logs on which to cool down sat in the water.
I picked wild blackberries along the track for dessert.
I left the lovely Marie, as I flew to Turkey.
My hostel above is in the village to the right.
The rock formations here have lent themselves to housing.
This evening I attended a whirling Dervish ceremony.
A day trip from Irkutsk to the beach on Lake Baikal featured a walk through the village
We bought pine nuts in honey, dried fruit and smoked fish.
The Putin babushka doll contains Gorbachev, Yeltsin and so on.
We ate fish on the beach, but didn’t swim.