After walking around a bit, enjoying the frosty morning, and buying most of our train tickets back towards the West, we set out to find the bus that would take us to Listvyanka, our destination on the shores of the Baikal.

The main bus station is rather far away from the railway station (it's next to the Central Market), and you need to take the tram + the bus to get there. This we found out after asking several people for directions. 

Once we were firmly seated in his minibus, he said somehow very carefully that it would be quite expensive, as there were only the three of us. One hundred roubles each, he said. ("По соточку" - aww, these little Russians with their adorable diminutive forms!!) That was the same price as a taxi full of people cost, as we found out later. Well, back where I come from, it's quite impossible to get a one-hour ride with a minibus for 33 crowns, so the price was no problem at all ...

We found it slightly amusing that the marshrutka driver had immediately guessed that we were going to Listvyanka, the main tourist trap at the Baikal (but not so bad in the winter). "No, we don't look at all like tourists!" Yeah right.

When approaching the village, the driver asked where we would like to be dropped off. I started to say "Ulitsa Gorkogo ...", and then tried to make out the house number from my scribbled note. - "Oh, but where is Ulitsa Gorkogo?", the driver asked. - "Uhh ... I don't know?" 
Well, he dropped us off at the main square, and we went to look for this street by ourselves. After a short while, we realised that Ulitsa Gorkogo was the main street of the village, the street along which most of the village stretches on the shore of the lake. Hmm ... no wonder the driver didn't know where it was ...?!!

Well, at least we had now reached Listvyanka and Lake Baikal.