Listvianka (Baykal Lake) to Tulun - 450kms
Many a drop but none to drink
17/07/2019
It was with some trepidation that we prepared to depart the Baikal area for the town of Tulun.
Tulun was the area that has been heavily hit by floods just as we left Vladivostok and the news had reported 15 bridges washed out, in excess of 20 people dead and another 10 or so missing plus somewhere over a 1,200 people homeless. Additionally we were hearing that there was no fuel as the tanks had been flooded, limited food for the same reason and that all available accommodation had been filled up by relief crews. With no alternative route or towns to stay in within a 150-200kms we had to roll the dice.
Surprisingly until we hit the outskirts of Tulun, population 45-50,000, there was no evidence of what had taken place less than 2 weeks earlier. Buildings appeared fine, if fine is a term that you can use to refer to the "interesting" form of buildings in rural Siberia, the road was more of the same, no evidence of water pooling anywhere and definitely nothing suggesting anything untoward with any of the bridges.
As we hit the outskirts of Tulun large tracts of water were evident, obvious damage such as debris on the road, fences down and the odd sight of a small shed sitting on the road side (literally on the shoulder) showing that something had definitely happened. There was also a very high visible presence of what we assumed were police (later we were told a significant portion were actually military police). We touched on the very fringe of the city as we diverted to our accommodation which was a hunting lodge type property a couple of kms out of town on the banks of the Iya River. The level of destruction we saw in just this brief pass by was incredible, houses in bits or completely demolished and vacant land where houses had once sat.
Arrival out our accommodation saw us asked to wait while they finished preparing our rooms (think mattresses being carted). They had only had power restored that day and the water had been to around 250mm or so above the tops of the doors. The floor level of the buildings would be a good 4-5 metres above the river level - so the water had been some 6.5-7.5 metres high at the height of the flooding. Dinner consisted of some scrounged up salami, cheese and bread. Our rooms were clean and tidy albeit the evidence of the flooding still very obvious - swollen floors and linings, no doors that would close and cold only water - not much of a hardship given what had been, and what some were still dealing with.
Certainly a more impressive garden decoration than a gnome
The dining room?
Our Accommodation
Views of the camp
The Mosquitoes Dining Room at Dinner Time
The mighty little Kawasakis at rest
Some shots from the road - look at that for a railway barrier!
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