The weather was almost perfect for the two days that we were there. We stayed at a hostel called Rising Cock that was run by two brothers and their mom. Their mom was the "Mama" of the house and she made crepes (as many as you can eat) for the entire hostel. She also cooked lunch for boys who worked there. The set up was actually pretty sweet, although the rooms were kind crowded and a bit tight so hard to move around in. I shared a room with Laura and 4 other girls from England who had just graduated from University. They were nice, but messy. More than once, I found random stuff on my bed that probably belonged to one of the girls. Still, their drunk stories were quite entertaining so a fare trade for their immaturity.
Laura and I went on a Booze Cruise the first day. For 35 euros, we got lunch at Nahnahbah (the restaurant across the street from the hostel), all you could drink beer and sangria on a 3-hour boat ride and a sandwich at the end. Laura was peer pressured into doing a funnel of sangria and after was in chill mode for the boat ride. They also offerred gratis tours on a 10-person boat which I managed missing but Laura got to go and see the beautiful rock structures.
We spent our second day at the beach after walking around the pier. The views were amazing from almost anywhere along the shore. After laying out in the sun for hours, Laura and I took turns cooling off in the refreshing salt water. I even saw Rising Cock's Mama at the beach and she joined us in the water. This was one of my few encounters with a European beach, but I was not took surprised to find topless female sunbathers, men in speedos and most women in thongs. What was disturbing was the provacative bathing suits some little girls (under the age of 10) had on. Still, there was enough eye candy to distract my conscious from over analyzing the situation.
There aren't really clubs in Lagos. People mainly go out to bars at night. The party does not get started until midnight, so Laura and I did not leave our hostel until about that time both nights that we were in town. It was about a 5-minute walk to the area where the good bars are. On the way, we got stopped by 20-somethingers who were promoting for different bars. We were headed to one bar for a "free first shot" special when Levi, a promoter from Australia, intercepted us and brought us to Whyte's, that bar that he promoted for. When I asked Levi how long he had been in Lagos, it surprised me when he said a week. Apparently, Levi was getting his hustle on. He found a job promoting the first night that he was in town. We also met Jim Bob, from Nottingham, England, who promoted for another bar. He had been there for a few weeks and also got started working the same day that he came in. Job Bob explained that he got a commission on the amount of people who brought into his bar. I think that he also got to drink for free. As the night went on, we met more and more promoters in town for the summer who would flyer and promote to make money to live and play in Lagos for the season. I can respect their hustle since it was legit and its the summer so everyone is just trying to have fun.
Well, after becoming two shades darker, I was sad and excited to leave Lagos. Sad, because I met some really interesting people, got to rest and enjoy the beautiful weather and scenery as well as go out and have fun at night. The excitement beats out the sadness though because Paris, France is my next stop!
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