I woke up early this morning, again on moving train and still not fully adjusted having crossed five different time zones over the last three days. I woke my group up and we went about organizing breakfast from whatever food we had left over from out three day journey. Andy still could not find his horse meat.

Just before we arrived in Irkutsk, Colin put the tin of horse meat in Andy's jacket pocket. Hilarious. We all packed up and got off the train and met our driver who was waiting for us. (Did I mention I love this part of the tour) We piled into our private mini-van transfer and headed off for the one and a half hour drive out to Listvyanka, a small town on the edge of Lake Baikal.

We arrived at Nicholai Chalet and as predicted our over excitable proprietor, Nicholai was waiting to greet us. He gave me a big hug and proceeded to jabber on at me in Russian, which I somehow always manage to understand when its Nicholai that's speaking it. We went straight into our rooms and showered.

After we'd had a bit of a rest and de-trained I took the group for a bit of a walk around the small town. There is no orientation here as such, basically because there is nothing to orientate. We all ended up in my favourite café and had big meals to compensate for our train food, I had dumplings and a Siberian fillet.

After lunch everyone went their separate ways, most of us went back to the chalet for a bit of a catch up on sleep, including me. Only Colin was brave enough to go for a walk.

I managed to haul myself out of bed at about 3:30pm and go down and see what was going on. Not much. Everyone was sitting around outside and Andy was talking about going in the freezing cold plunge pool. I called his bluff and went up and got my swimmers on. Unluckily for me, so did he. Andy edged in first and basically got straight back out again. Edged in, yeah I'll do no such thing. I gingerly walked over to the edge of the pool making sure Andy was nowhere near me, least I be pushed in. I stood on the edge and jumped straight into the freezing water. I felt every pour in my skin close and for a split second when the ice water hit me, I couldn't think of anything else but the pain of it, let alone how to get out. When I managed to get out of the pool I felt wonderfully warm all over and sat in the sunshine enjoying the last of the days heat.

I went out with Andy and Colin at about 7pm to get dinner, which ended up being street food this time. Dumplings and a pork shish kebab, pretty good actually. Oh and an Efes beer, awesomness.

After diner we went about locating the only pub in town, which was empty, not kidding we were the only ones in there. I had this weird sweet Ukrainian beer, and a fair few shots of vodka. The juke box wasn't plugged in, but we managed to get the lady behind the bar to turn it on for us. We then proceeded to blast the most obnoxious music possible from its speakers, including Rammstein, Eminem and even a bit of Metalica.

We danced, drank and generally played silly b*****s in the deserted pub until the woman behind the bar kicked us out. At which point the cold air hit me and I realized how drunk I really was. I was having a little trouble walking and as usual couldn't stop giggling, even when I fell over several times going up the uneven hill back to the chalet. I went to bed with my entire world spinning.