The Reindeer herder family with whom we stayed for two days poses in front of their choom (a wig-wam type structure layered with canvas over reindeer skins) They lived on a small island in the Yenisey gulf just 20km from the end of the journey.
Ben has a chuckle with Viktor who is inspecting the vessel We arrived out of the blue one morning and docked on the island where he lives with his family.
Boat docked on Swan island with the reindeer herder camp in the distance.
Ben poses in Reindeer skin attire during a hunting trip on swan island with our Nenet reindeer hereder friends.
Colin chats on the satellite phone to friends in Vancouver Canada from the inside of the family choom on swan island A blizzard howls outside.
The Reindeer herder camp sits dusted with snow on our last morning with them before we departed further north.
Viktor's son cuddles one of many puppies that snooze throughout the day in the warmth of the choom.
Viktor, his son, and neighbour, Nikolai, exit their choom into a blustery cold wind and shower of snow.
Nikolai moves forward through the swampy stand of grass and dwarf birch with the prowess and elegance of an experienced hunter.
With the hunt all but unsuccesful, Viktor nad Nikolai resort to target practice, shooting at driftwood on the shores of swan island.
On one particular beach, human bones could be seen scattered, protuding from the sand Many ethnic germans had perished here when their ship ran aground on the way to labour camps near Norilsk in the 1940's.
