Kisumu

To me it felt just like Lambayeque, Peru, except that the prefered language by most people was Luo rather than Spanish. I’ve been to Kisumu two times now. The first was to visit a friend’s mother and the second was as a chaparone for a class 8 trip.

The weather was beautiful and warm and all over I saw people using motorbikes or matatus for transportation. We got to visit the airport, Lake Victoria, which in some places looks like a field because of the water hyacinths that are growing there and that they cannot seem to rid it from. We also visited a museum, the Radio Victoria station, and Impala Park. My favorite part was the Lake. I felt frustrated at the museum and park, because both places, as in Peru, I was charged abnormally high prices, because it was evident that I am not a Kenyan citizen.

The lake was beautiful and peaceful and I enjoyed watching the kid’s reactions, especially when some of them saw and airplane for the first time and how amazed and fascinated they were about everything. With their eyes wide and their mouths gaped they raced along the fence as if chasing after the plane as it took off. So much fun to see their enthusiasm.


Ships docked in Lake Victoria