Finally in Moscow where uncle sunny himself greets us from high above.

Moscow streets are long but wide. This is where we first came to surface after metro ride.

The best thing in Moscow is not Bolshoi theatre or Kremlin but it is... McDonalds!!!

Ít was Ivan the Terrible who built this clock tower and then had eyes of the architect pierced. Nice guy, almost like my minor school teacher mr. Muuronen.

Toni and the red square. On the left side of the picture you can see the Lenin mausoleum which was closed unfortunately.

Tommi tries how it feels to be russian guard. STAND TIGHT!

Big statue. Bigger than life, itself.

Finally, after having walked several kilometers we found an oasis and drank few bottles of beer...

...and therefore several hours and hundreds of roubles later we were drunk... Result was that we nearly missed our train and Tommi almost broke his ribs bouncing against fence.

In train we met several people, such as eight years old boys Alex and Sasha, who is an alcoholic.

We also ate tons of noodles simply because there was a restaurant car... Think about it!

Wisp (aka Joni Virtanen) and Wispa-chocolade and Masha, sister of Sasha and Alex, whose favorite pastime is to smack her little brothers around.

Few more acquintances, Andrew from New Zealand, who's very enthusiastic about whales and and Stanley from Canada (originally Hongkong).

Tommi is speaking norwegian into big white plastic bag after wild night of drinking vodka and beer and whatever was available. Luckily he also handled his pants and mattress, not just plastic bag so travelling from that on was much more pleasant...

Next morning omelette in restaurant car tasted almost good. Major drawback was that it's all they got (apart from steak that tasted like chewing gum but looked like cow turd).

The pearl of Siberia, Yakutsk.

Huge river that criss crosses mother Russia for few thousands of kilometers. Bite me if I remember which one though.

Russian quality of living. Nothing else matters as long as the window borders are turquoise!

Ilkka advertises "my family" juice with fancy picture of happy family on it. MMMMmmm, tastes good!

This picture reminds me of old finnish song going: "Siperian lakeus on laaja, Nadja siellä lunta lapioi. Ai ai kävi kovin huono tuuri, uusi tuuli uutta lunta toi". Just forget the snow and that's it!

Railway ticketing office of Irkutsk, the Paris of Siberia. People around these parts spend their leisure time (which covers all their life) shuttling between different queques, which enabled us to queque for hours without actually advancing at all.

Restaurant without menu in english. Our solution: order beer!

There's in fact some pretty hefty old log houses in Irkutsk. The downside is that they're old and they've never been taken care of since they were built some hundred years ago.

These lada and volga took us, believe it or not, some 70km from Irkutsk to Lake Baikal without engine or any other breakdown. Speed, however is not right word to describe our advancing.

Here we go again, some vodka and beers later, trying to find a mythologic restaurant that foreigners prefer. We did find it, btw, and it was in fact good one.

Our gastinidza (guest house) and six beds in one room. This hotel was pretty empty unless you count cockroaches and spiders.

Our gastinidza seen outside. Cows are not part of deal.

One of the best moments of whole trip, sauna and dip into ice cold lake Baikal. Sauna had memorable kuksa and nice interior with less memorable "swimming pool".

Lake Baikal and last rays of sun. A definite Kodak moment.

Toni holds his breath as goats try to get inside bar to get some beer. (they were there earlier but it took me too long to get camera ready so the waiter had time to kick em out and shut the door).

Toni demonstrates how deep is the hole he fell into night before when returning to gastinidza drunk as a duck.

Who says there's no tasteless people in Russia? :)

Finally getting out of Russia.