With a breakfast sprung out of chaos we started the day adventurous. Off to Maseno University, just a mere ten minute walk from our Sooper Guesthouse, and a nice tour of the building. As we entered the department of Urban Planning, a wooden door was opened to us and we were kindly asked to enter - not knowing what was waiting on the other side. The door was shut, our tutor Jessica was not longer among us and we had been thrown into the lion pit of Bachelor students of the Urban and Rural Studio at Maseno Uni. They had no idea why we were there and we had no idea why they were there, even less why we were there. But of it went - interaction was started and completed and before we knew it we had found new friends to sit with during lunch at the cafeteria of the Uni (where we had our first plate of Ughali (a kind of corn porridge, I would say)).

 

During the afternoon we visited some of the markets in town. At Manhattan we found ourselves trying to answer a woman on the question of what she would get out of us being there investigating, learning. Absolutely nothing, probably. She gives and gives to groups of people coming every other week, but gets nothing in return. Yet again she finds herself in the same position and we walk away victorious with a true story to tell.

At the fish market we learned that the one thing that was truly needed, that would make a difference, was a privately owned refrigerated truck that could transport the fish by night all the way to Nairobi. One truck comming up!

Then it was time for Jubilee Market. Quite an organized market in all of its chaos.

Returning home we grabbed a quick bite to eat before we headed for Uni to meet the Master Students of Maseno. Since they work during the day, they have classes in the afternoon from 5 pm and onwards. Sitting there, chatting away, suddenly all the lights went off all over Kisumu. And so we sat in the darkness, all of us plus the seven Master Students from Maseno University. Cosy. As if nothing had happened we continued to talk a while in the florescent light from our smartphones that lit up small corners of the classroom. We had experienced our first power black out. Quietly, in the darkness, we went down the stairs from the fifth floor, returning to the streets of Kisumu.