Finally one small hour to geek again before taking the train to Ulanbataar.... yes, the visa expires in two days so we are not welcome anymore in this great country !
Some time to share a very special experience. After a lot of encounters, drinking, eating, singing, during the 50 hours of train from beloved Eka, we arrived in Irkutsk on saturday morning, not really knowing what to do until the Mongolian embassy opened on monday so we just decided to take a minibus to the Baikal. In that minibus, a bunch teens talked to us for five minutes and finally decided to invite us to their rave party.
So after lunch and first shower in the Baikal, we went to the place, which was actually an agglomerate of old wrenches floating on the Baikal. An usual squatt for alternative Siberian teenagers changed into a party place for one evening.
Of course, the security conditions were totally amazing, far below what you would expect for any party organisation in Europe. The place is almost totally unsecured, with spikey metal parts all around. Combined with the toxicology levels of all this crowd (200 to 300, my estimation), finishing the night with a few broozes is a performance. You can be happy not to fall into the water or bleed more seriously.
Fortunately the security is here. A bunch of paramilitary guys that seem to take their job very seriously, with guns obviously placed on their lap.
Two dancefloors : techno and drum and bass (I finally got my drum n bass party in Russia... yeaaaaah), until 6pm, then sleeping in a former gas vat full of rust (while Jesus was gossipping in our tent).
Great ! This is a confirmation that russians that you met randomly are extremely friendly.
But how come Russian that are on the other side of the cash machine are so rude ?
PS : this is why there are no photos of Jesus on the blog :
