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How to prepare for a trip to the Putorana Plateau
What it costs, how to get there, where to stay, what to bring and what to be ready for: everything I figured out in eleven days in Taimyr.
Destinations → Russia
Mountains in Taimyr, a few hours by hovercraft from Norilsk. I spent ten days here on a photo tour in September 2026: a climb onto the plateau, northern lights almost every night and not a single notification — there’s no internet at the base.
Russia, Norilsk, Putorana Plateau, Dudinka



Each stop is its own chapter. Read them in order or start with whichever interests you most.
Days 0–1
Coffee with venison, houses on stilts, Golgotha and a mountain I didn't climb. Two days in a city often called the most depressing in Russia: and why I disagree.
Read chapterDay 2
Seven hours on a hovercraft, the internet vanishing after twenty minutes, and at the base: potato pancakes and a huge fluffy dog.
Read chapterDay 3
A forest of moss and mushrooms, a view of Lake Lama, a hat full of berries, and my first northern lights, even if grey.
Read chapterDay 4
Rubber boots, a canyon with huge torrents of water, a "garden" of red blueberry bushes and a bear scare on the way back.
Read chapterDay 5
After Khoisi they promised us an easy day, and they didn't lie. A cascade of waterfalls, an icon in a ravine and an aurora far brighter than the first.
Read chapterDay 6
A thousand metres up a boulder field, an icy waterfall and the best cheese sandwich of my life.
Read chapterDay 7
A rushing waterfall, a pika among the boulders, birds of prey against a drone, and the best northern lights of the whole trip.
Read chapterDay 8
The house-museum of the white shaman, a waterfall with a very odd name, a mysterious cabin in the mountains and a hookah on the Putorana Plateau.
Read chapterDay 9
A last walk, blueberries you can never get enough of, tears at the landing stage, and mobile data I really didn't want to turn back on.
Read chapterDay 10
Mammoth tusks in a house of crafts, a laminated icon from a priest, an exhibition about Dikson and "A Dog's Heart" in the evening.
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ProloguePrologue
What it costs, how to get there, where to stay, what to bring and what to be ready for: everything I figured out in eleven days in Taimyr.
Chapter 1Chapter 1
Coffee with venison, houses on stilts, Golgotha and a mountain I didn't climb. Two days in a city often called the most depressing in Russia: and why I disagree.
Chapter 2Chapter 2
Seven hours on a hovercraft, the internet vanishing after twenty minutes, and at the base: potato pancakes and a huge fluffy dog.
Chapter 3Chapter 3
A forest of moss and mushrooms, a view of Lake Lama, a hat full of berries, and my first northern lights, even if grey.
Chapter 4Chapter 4
Rubber boots, a canyon with huge torrents of water, a "garden" of red blueberry bushes and a bear scare on the way back.
Chapter 5Chapter 5
After Khoisi they promised us an easy day, and they didn't lie. A cascade of waterfalls, an icon in a ravine and an aurora far brighter than the first.
Chapter 6Chapter 6
A thousand metres up a boulder field, an icy waterfall and the best cheese sandwich of my life.
Chapter 7Chapter 7
A rushing waterfall, a pika among the boulders, birds of prey against a drone, and the best northern lights of the whole trip.
Chapter 8Chapter 8
The house-museum of the white shaman, a waterfall with a very odd name, a mysterious cabin in the mountains and a hookah on the Putorana Plateau.
Chapter 9Chapter 9
A last walk, blueberries you can never get enough of, tears at the landing stage, and mobile data I really didn't want to turn back on.
Chapter 10Chapter 10
Mammoth tusks in a house of crafts, a laminated icon from a priest, an exhibition about Dikson and "A Dog's Heart" in the evening.
Side storySide story
Almost every night we ran out to look at the sky: from a grey glow visible only in the camera to a "corona" across the whole sky.
Side storySide story
The house-museum of the white shaman, an idol that is fed butter, and mammoth tusks with the ornaments of five peoples. I'm not an ethnographer. I'm just telling what I saw and heard.
EpilogueEpilogue
An Arctic city, majestic nature, a group that became friends and eleven days almost without internet. The takeaways from the trip: briefly and honestly.