Stepping into the guarded grounds of the train station, after finally being granted access, was like stepping into a lost world. An unaffected realm from the 40's and 50's. No trains, no people, no public - just an armed guard and untouched architecture from a past life.
Payed a visit to Nyalenda as well - the slum suburb - and ended up at a school with darling children.
At Kisumu Innovation Center Kenya (KICK) young local artisans use recycled materials to create hand made greeting cards, furniture and home decor. KICK is a social enterprise that works with and encourages young women and men in Kisumu to recycle and reuse material for their arts and crafts, that are sold both in Kenya and abroad. This gives the artisans ability to not rely on aid, but sustain themselves through their skills.
Got myself a bicycle, or two.
Kibuye Market, where hardworking men and women produce and sell their hand made products made from scratch each and every day.
At Dunga beach people gather around as the fishermen get ashore with the morning catch. Intense negotiation and auction fills the air and smiling faces among disappointed ones walk away with buckets of fish fresh out of the waters of Lake Victoria.
A heavy rainstorm passed through last night with the result of one of the houses crumbling down to the ground. And so the clean up had begun - a huge bonfire.
Children playing underneath the African sun.
Photos courtesy of A. S, P. L and Y. A K.
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