Fish, fishes, fishermen
And so the second day had risen and we were off to Dunga Beach, located about 20 minutes from Kisumu on a hard and bumpy road. There we met the Market Master - a fine, elderly woman, with lovely stories to tell. We asked her about the fishing in the village (Dunga is known for its fishing community), if it's decreasing or not, what an ordinary work day looks like and what the future holds for her and her community.
We talked to the responsible men for the Eco-tourism in the village. Discussed possibilities and urges, the notion of a tourism developed in Dunga. We were introduced to the local Art and Crafts group and saw what projects they had their hands in. As the clock turned two, and our stomachs howling for food, we hopped on the bus - together with a trespasser that was later told of - and headed for Kisumu. With only one hour until we needed to be back at Uni to be greeted by the Head Principal, we grabbed some food and hurried up Odinga Oginga road only to be met by our fellow classmates telling us that the meeting was cancelled. And so that day had come to an end.
Back at our Sooper Guesthouse we planted our buts on the rooftop and under the pitch black Kisumu sky that nurses thousands and thousands of bright stars we set up two laptops that simultaneously played the Sidney Pollock movie 'Out of Africa'. There we sat, a group of students, watching the adventures of Karen Blixen in Kenya, with the city of Kisumu down below slowly taken over by the night.
Back at our Sooper Guesthouse we planted our buts on the rooftop and under the pitch black Kisumu sky that nurses thousands and thousands of bright stars we set up two laptops that simultaneously played the Sidney Pollock movie 'Out of Africa'. There we sat, a group of students, watching the adventures of Karen Blixen in Kenya, with the city of Kisumu down below slowly taken over by the night.
