Lagos and the Rising Cock...

I don't have much time to update but I know that when I get back from Jolly Old England next week, Lagos will have seemed like a blur (as does everything else so far, my GOD!) so I thought I better at least write something and maybe I'll get some pictures up next week.

So, Renee and I got out of class on Friday at 2:50pm and the bus was leaving at 4:15 and we thought we'd have more than enough time to make it to the bus station from school. We thought wrong. I made it, after having walked through all of downtown and managing to get a cab when I was only two blocks from the station. Renee, on the other hand, ran the whole thing with an 8 foot surfboard and managed to pound on the side of the bus as it was pulling out across the bridge to leave down and threw herself and her stuff onto the bus. Everyone was cheering, I was almost in tears and everything about our trip from there after went down in dramatic fashion.

We arrived at the Rising Cock Hostel (that in and of itself is a whole other story) around 10pm and the Aussies who were there were celebrating their last night and we got dragged (yeah right!) into helping them. We arrived back to the Cock at 4am and our friend Jaci was meeting us at the hostel at 10am because the previous night's bus had been full.

We spent the morning and afternoon on the beach and I nursed an incredible hangover and ended up barfing in a garbage can. Hence why I definitely tamed it down the next night. The next night was about the same only Renee and Jaci were the ones who out performed me. Anyways, Sunday we again went to the beach and we were supposed to leave on the bus back at 3:3opm, read: Supposed to. We got to the bus station, just in time yet again, only to find that we were supposed to confirm our tickets a day in advance (no one mentioned this) and that we were SOL. The next bus was leaving at 5:30am, did we want it? HECK YES, because we couldn't stand another night of drunken Aussies...

So, instead we spent the evening on a 2 hour sail boat cruise to the caves in and around the Lagos coast. We made dinner on the boat and then once we got back tried to tackle the issue of where to stay until 5:30am. The caves and the scenery, I should just mention, are magnificent. However, I think Lisbon is a better plan as Lagos is simply an English/Aussie/German haven and minimal culture was observed there.

We were going to stay on the beach but realized that we shared it with some huge cockroaches and that we would probably get robbed (plus it was really cold at night). We crashed at a restaurant for an hour after eating there but they soon told us to move on. We went back to the hostel and asked to sleep on the couches, as we were not going to pay for a night that we weren't going to have full use of (especially at that place, people were just getting home when we were leaving for the bus).

Anyways, we got the bus at 5:30 and just made it back intime for my noon class. I was gross, sandcovered and in need of some major sleep but the trip was so worth it. We had a blast and I can honestly say that coming to this continent has been the best decision I've made so far.

I hope you are all extremely jealous and a huge thank you to my parents for helping make this a reality for me!