Undiscovered Siberia: A Riverboat Trip on the Yenesei

Undiscovered Siberia: A Riverboat Trip on the Yenesei

The riverboat’s name was Zarya, which means “Dawn.” A plume of river water spouted up behind it, pumped by the powerful engines. Zarya is built like a cross between a floating bus and a camper van, a sturdy craft made for plying the unpredictable waters of the 3,110-mile Yenesei River from south Siberia up to the Arctic.

(On the Siberian rivers of Russia, up is down, and down is up; the Ob, the Yenesei and the Lena all run north, and floating down the Yenesei means heading north.)

In the summer of 2001, my travel companions and I were on a one-time custom-made tour that MIR had put together, partnering with people from a USDA program affiliate called Project Aid Siberia (PAS), now defunct. We were to ride along as PAS workers motored down the Yenesei, delivering cartons of food aid to the remote Siberian villages along the shores – not an easy job.

Zarya could pull right up to the riverbank. Photo credit: Mariana Noble

Zarya could pull right up to the riverbank
Photo credit: Mariana Noble

Siberia 101

Of course, Siberia has never been easy.

From 1582, when Ivan the Terrible began sending officials into Siberia to collect furs from his new indigenous “subjects,” to the present day, as the northern people struggle to adjust to a self-supporting economic system, Siberia has been a difficult land.

For one thing, it’s enormous. According to one of its historians, the whole of the continental U.S. would fit in the middle of Siberia – with 2,000,000 square miles to spare.

For another, its climate is notoriously extreme. In the winter, temperatures of 70 degrees below zero were not uncommon, at least prior to the 21st century. In the summer, when the sun barely sets, it can be a sweltering 90-100 degrees for weeks.

The southern border of permafrost snakes under the land along the Yenesei, making it difficult to grow food, even in perpetual sunlight. Root crops like potatoes and turnips do best.

Yenesei potato patch Photo credit Mariana Noble

Yenesei potato patch
Photo credit Mariana Noble

Hordes of mosquitoes and blackflies breed in the standing pools formed where the top foot of earth thaws and the water can’t drain into the frozen dirt beneath.

MIR clients in mosquito nets on the Yenesei Photo credit Mariana Noble

MIR clients in mosquito nets on the Yenesei
Photo credit Mariana Noble

Armed with our mosquito nets and repellent, we boarded Zarya and pulled away from the Krasnoyarsk dock. The Yenesei breeze cooled our faces as we stuck our cameras out the windows for photos. The river was smooth and wide and tea-colored, and the banks sliding past were green with fir, birch and larch. Now and then we would pass a beach with small battered boats pulled up on the shore and a path leading up the bluff to a small village.

View from the Zarya windows  Photo credit Mariana Noble

View from the Zarya windows
Photo credit Mariana Noble

Along the Yenesei village with cow Photo credit Mariana Noble

Welcoming cowmittee at a village along the Yenesei riverbank
Photo credit Mariana Noble

Forgotten Villages

We stopped at our first village that morning. Like all the villages we visited, it had dirt streets just beginning to dry out from the spring thaw. The preferred mode of transport was a small motorcycle with a sidecar, sometimes with as many as four people clinging to it.

Yenesei village street Photo credit Mariana Noble

Yenesei village street
Photo credit Mariana Noble

Siberians

While the Zarya crew and the villagers unloaded the packages of lentils, dried peas, rice, flour, and vegetable oil, we walked around the villages meeting Siberians of all stripes.

Little cabins and houses built of rough-milled wooden planks with tin roofs lined the streets or stood solitary, surrounded by potato patches and sunflowers. Chickens scratched in the dooryards, cows yanked at the backyard grass, and an occasional pig wandered its lazy way down the road. We had to step over long wooden ducts enclosing hot water pipes that ran from the village heating plant to each cabin, which also had piles of firewood stored for the inevitable times when the plant failed to provide heat. Most villages had their own small church and general store that might sell bread, milk, cookies, and fur coats.

During the long bright northern evenings, young people promenaded under the Midnight Sun along the muddy streets, the girls picking their way around puddles and cow pies in stiletto heels as if they were in Moscow.


Kids, babushkas (grannies), indigenous folks, nuns, teachers, and weatherworn working men all greeted us as if they had never seen anything like us before. And they probably hadn’t. These villages were not riverboat tourist stops, but distressed places where even the small boxes of food staples were welcome, especially in the spring before the gardens started producing.

Siberian villagers, for the most part, try to live off the land, gathering wild berries, pine nuts, and mushrooms, fishing for sturgeon in the Yenesei and trout in the streams, snaring rabbits, and shooting larger game when it comes around. But during the years of communism, they came to rely on supplies of commodities like bread and milk at subsidized prices, and in 2001 were still learning to cope without them.


It looked like an idyllic place for the kids, who were batting absentmindedly at the mosquitoes buzzing around their heads – open spaces, woods to play in, horses grazing in a field – but then we saw the state of one of the schools. It had been a boarding school, but now it was a peeling, empty wreck, filled with bed frames and little else. We saw no books, no teaching materials. The village seemed a forgotten place, a speck in the taiga with a future that included survival, but little else.

Watching the Yenesei River run Photo credit Mariana Noble

Watching the river run
Photo credit Mariana Noble

Now, 15 years later, the food aid has long been eaten, and the country has seen its economy become more dependent on Siberian natural resources, a development that’s brought both boom and bust to the villages. The village kids are grown, and only a few remain. Most have moved to towns and cities in search of jobs and a more promising future for their own kids.

Zarya on the Yenesei riverbank Photo credit Mariana Noble

Zarya on the Yenesei riverbank
Photo credit Mariana Noble

Zarya is still here, living out her days in semi-retirement, still plying the waters of the Yenesei on a gentle 20-mile round-trip excursion that takes tourists to look at the huge Krasnoyarsk Dam.

Meanwhile, time and the river keep rolling on.

Taking on water in the Zarya Photo credit Mariana Noble

Taking on water in the Zarya
Photo credit Mariana Noble

Travel to Siberia with MIR

MIR is your Siberia travel expert – with 30 years of travel experience to Russia and with affiliate offices in Ulan Ude and Irkutsk (both in Siberia), as well as in Moscow and St. Petersburg.

MIR’s full service, dedication, commitment to quality, and destination expertise have twice earned us a place on National Geographic Adventure’s list of “Best Adventure Travel Companies on Earth.”

You can visit Siberia with MIR a number of ways, from a deluxe rail journey by private train, to an adventurous small group tour or an independent trip down one of Siberia’s mighty rivers, put together just the way you want it.

Top photo: Home on the Yenesei River in Siberia. Photo credit: Mariana Noble

PUBLISHED: March 10, 2017

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6 thoughts on “Undiscovered Siberia: A Riverboat Trip on the Yenesei

  • Mary Beth

    Great travelogue, Mariana!

  • Moonyeen Albrecht

    Mariana, I’m so glad I was able to share this trip with you. It’s one of the best I’ve taken with MIR. However, with MIR it’s hard to pick a “best” trip. The 5 Stans is also at the top of my list.
    Did I ever send you my diary of this trip? By the way, A few years ago I took a trip on the Lena and on the flight from Irkutsk back to Moscow we flew over the Putorana Plateau where our helicopter had set down on this trip. It was AMAZING to see it from the plane flying over it!
    Moonie Albrecht

    • Mariana Noble

      Moonie! I nearly added a photo of you in your full mosquito suit, but opted for the folks in the MIR hat instead. It was an unmatched adventure, wasn’t it? I suspected that it was the Putorana Plateau that the helicopter took us to, but I wasn’t positive. I’m glad you got to see the whole plateau from the air – you are an intrepid traveler, and deserve experiences like that.

      I don’t remember you sending me your tour diary. I’d love to see it! -Mariana

      • Moonyeen Albrecht

        Mariana, I’ll send it to you right away. It may bring back some memories that were more vivid in my mind . . . like having to get a special note for my migration card because one of the hotels forgot to stamp it! Russian adventures!

  • Moonyeen Albrecht

    Oops. I made a mistake . . . the flight back to Moscow on the Lena trip was from YAKUTSK!