Irkutsk
A day here was not the most facinating but it snowed heavily which was beautiful. We took in some of the sights with Jean and had our photo taken by the Alexander III statue as a tribute as he completed the trans siberian railway so really with out him we probably wouldn’t have made it to where we were.
A 2nd trip to the hospital revealed pretty much nothing but i picked my xrays up and then Sergie made one last attempt at killing us on the roads when driving us to the station. As he somehow squeezed at speed between a bus and an on coming car with inches to spare either side we tried not to laugh/cry and the he exclaimed “I love driving”. Somehow i think his dream was to be a rally driver. The station was a great place to people watch and to be honest i think we were both chuffed to be getting on the train for a few hours away from any madness and be heqading west towards Ulan Ude.