A short taxi ride to the bus station and we packed ourselves like sardines into the back of an overloaded minivan. 7 hours rubbing shoulders and knees with Dan and a middle aged Russian lady left me sore, tired and diorientated. We had driven deep into Siberia, crossed a lake (more like a sea) and had arrived at Khuzir, the capital of Olkhon island, located in the middle of Lake Baikal, the world's deepest and one of it's coldest.
Wondering around and talking to the locals we found that the eery mist was the smoke from raging forest fires on the mainland. Which also explained why we were so tired and light headed; there was little oxygen in the air.