20-8. AT THE MUSEUM
19-8. IMPATIENT WAITING
18-8. A SHORT WALK IN IRKUTSK
17-8 A GREY SUMMER'S DAY IN IRKUTSK
Not for a long time have we slept so good as in our bed here in Irkutsk. Hjalte and I take a day of not doing much here in Svetlana's flat. My down-coat warms me wonderfully on this seven degrees summer's day. I did some shopping in a well-assorted super-market next door (oh what a difference from 22 years ago when we here and food was almost impossible to find!). We visited Green Car. It dreams about getting the spare-part Soeren has sent from Denmark. We eat in Svetlana's kitchen. TV shows floods in Copenhagen! That Siberia is almost under water seems quiet normal.
16-8. WATER IN THE POTS
In the middle of nowhere the tiny "evacuator" breaks down. Oil on the tarmac. The gearbox is cracked open. It is midday, we are bewitched by Russia and besieged by mosquitos and biting insects. Noting to do but keep up the spirits and try and put a counter-spell on everything refusing to move us forward. Misha stops a truck and gets a lift to the nearest town. He returns some hours later with a gearbox-shell, pulls out his hammer and a few tools. He removes the drive shaft and opens the gearbox right there on the dirt. Hjalte sighs. Will it ever spin again… Hours pass. When night falls we put up our tent between tall and poisonous plants. We argue over a tent-pole forgotten somewhere. I am stung three times on my thigh by a cruel wasp and it starts to rain.
14-8. THE TRANS-SIBERIAN HIGHWAY
We are sitting with Misha the young driver in a tiny truck - an "evacuator" as it is called in Russian. The trans-siberian highway runs arrow-straight for hundreds of kilometers. Not much to see but uncompromisingly flat and endless wheat-fields dotted with birch-forest. A corrupt police-officer stops us in a small town and Misha has to pay a bribe. Misha shrugs his shoulders and drive on. We skip dinner and just carry on towards the East. Hjalte and I spend the night in a godforsaken truck-stop. Misha sleeps in his truck as all the other truckers do. Sleeping on the seats can't be comfortable. But that's the conditions.
13-8. I DO NOT WANT THIS
When I understood more than two hundred kilometers difficult potholed dirt-road and rain as well was coming up I just said STOP. I flatly refused to start. My rear battery-box is rather low. I am like a shrimp full of eggs, I really have to take care of the batteries I carry under my belly. Hjalte is talking about replacing the springs with longer ones to raise the car, but I believe it is music of the future. Now I close my eyes and shut my windows and I will not open them again before Irkutsk. See you again on the blog from Irkutsk. Green Car. PS - you can follow me on the map all the way from Omsk to Irkutsk.