The point of this morning is to
orientate ourselves around Nakuru. We catch a 'bus' or matatu to the
main market.
Matatu's are small
decrepit vans which provide an unofficial sort of bus service to and
from town, people hop on and off for 20 kenyan shillings, they are
run by an organised crime gang, which is incidentally improving the
infrastructure of the city. This I will learn to be a very Kenyan sort of irony.
I've never felt so crowded
and precarious with regards to the definition of my personal space as
here. The sky stretches wide and open above my head and the market
sprawls, yet I am having to perform impromptu pirouettes around
customers, squatting stall owners, errant kids and livestock. The most terrifying of these various unpredictable and
vigorous moving obstacles are juggernauting potato-men with 25 kilo
sacks of produce on their shoulders. Their loads seem heavier than
black holes, even their faces concertina up into a concentrated
grimace, this is the first and only time I have seen a Kenyan look
unfriendly. The urgent and seemingly aggressive
'shhshhshh' they rasp as they descend upon you however is not hostility, or anger.
Their momentum makes them utterly unstoppable once on the move, the
load they carry knows nothing of patience or civilities. Get in their
way you will - the paths are just over a foot wide at best - avoiding
them entails taking massive liberties with my centre of gravity. I
find myself on tip toe leaning at apologetic 45 degree angles over
obese mounds of swollen avocados.
We visit Hope and Vision
Alley that is run by a Kenyan cooperative BK works
closely with. It recently won best youth cooperative in Kenya. No small thing. I get to make my introductions to some of the business men there. Also
have a beetroot, avocado, mango and passion fruit drink for about
10p. Innocent smoothies eat your heart out. We have lunch in a
'mumma's', which are little improvised huts owned by a woman, or
mumma serving regular customers lunch. Our regular is called Helen who serves the typical sukuma wiki
(kale), udengu (lentils), chapati, ugali (a stodgey
maize mixture which is THE staple here), and kachumbari (spicy
salsa).
Today we start our
business/entrepreneurship syllabus. Our afternoon lesson is the
spaghetti challenge, which involves building the highest construction
out of dry spaghetti and string/cellotape as possible, whilst still
being able to support a marshmallow on the top. My teams is 2nd
highest by about half an inch, but by far the most aesthetically
pleasing.
Horrendous thunderstorm,
buckets and thunderclaps. I knew it was rainy season but I wasn't
prepared for this gigantomachy of atmospheric agitation.
Tucked up in my top bunk
after a long day. The neighbourhood dogs begin barking. It sounds
like 101 dalmatians have gone missing in Nakuru and they're all
sounding the alarm. At first. My patience wanes as the night goes on
and the violence of their communication increases. By 3
am it sounds like the most distressing kind of dog fight imaginable.
Snarling bodies slam against corrugated Iron. No sleep tonight.
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