After relaxing, we made our way down in to town to catch the boat that would take us up the lake to the next village. We stopped at our usual store, receiving the usual glare from the lady working; she didn't enjoy our mime routine. Since there weren't any boats at the time, we relaxed around town for a while. Eventually a boat arrived at the dock that the Irish had told us to go to, and it in no way resembled a boat that would carry passengers. We still decided to give it a try, and showed the captain a piece of paper with the name in crylic. He told us to get on board, and we immediately left. It turned out that the boat had been dropping some lumber off, and was making the trip home, so they were nice enough to give us a ride, for a small fee of course.
After an hour on the boat, we arrived in Bolshiye Koty. Walking to the cabin we were staying in, we didn't see another person in the whole town, and wouldn't for our entire stay.
We got to the cabin, turned on the heat, and decided to go explore. It was a quaint little town, and we really enjoyed walking around. It didn't last long, however, because it was the coldest it had been all trip. We were sure the mercury dropped well below zero after the sun went down.
We spent the night eating, playing cards, and making jokes, eventually deciding that we should go to bed so we would be well rested for the Great Baikal Trail the next day.
- living the dream!
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