The day before had drained all our remaining strength and although today we had planned to visit the famous Baikal seal colony we are unable to wake up before seven in the morning. We rather go for a walk in town, sort out the budget of the trip and we ask our kind hosts about the local tourist possibilities. Neither of them had heard of eco – or agro-tourism, the fishing season had already ended but the offer to show us what the two of them do on an average summer evening. Late in the afternoon they open a hand painted wooden chest in the middle of the yard. They pile it with food and all six of us pile into the snow-white Volga heading for the lake. At the edge of the sparse forest we stop. Tola lights a fire straight away, boils tea. Sveta grates carrots, fried croutons in butter seasoned with parsley and basil. Prepares a green salad. The “salad bar”, served with boiled potato and charcoal grilled omul (most succulent fish of the lake) could compete with the best restaurants. We sit around the fire and talk about work, stress, life and family till nightfall while the nightlights of fishing poachers float over the pale waters. At summertime Sveta and Tola come here almost every evening, they wait for the sunset and have dinner talk and then head for home. Tola is a car mechanic, Sveta teaches afternoon classes in a primary school. Although they earn much more from overnight guests and organizing trips they do not wish to extend the business. They don’t even promote it. They enjoy their jobs and have no wish to earn more money. We wave a final goodbye to the lake and say thank you for the lovely weather and the peace that we have enjoyed and upon turning our back we throw some loose change into the lake. According to the legend this way we assure our safe return.