Thursday 28th August - Day in Lagos

Racheal and Sirena already good friends. Which is good because, to be honest, Racheal is doing my head in a bit. She is one of the dizziest people I have ever met. Everything seems to take her twice as long as anyone else and she remains blissfully oblivious to the fact that she keeps me waiting all the time. I find myself constantly waiting for her to catch up and get with the programme. I know I'm sounding harsh, but this is the exact reason I prefer to travel by myself.... unfortunately what I've realised is that doing Busabout it is hard to escape people like it is when you are truly doing independant travel (remember Boring Brett?) as you all get put in the same place to stay. I am trying to be very patient though but boy does she test it. You'd be discussing what time to eat and she'd be standing right there, apparantly listening, and a time would be agreed on and she'd NOD, and then five minutes later she'd be like, "umm, so, what'r we doin' again?". Maybe funny once, but several times a day can get very annoying!

Today I got everyone up at 8.30 and we had breakfast on the balcony. Our plan was to save some money on breakfast by self-catering from the supermarket so Racheal and I had brought supplies yesterday - bread, milk, honey, coffee, yoghurt. Turns out Sirena is not a morning person (Dad - I am now, honestly!) and can't even look at food. She gives me evils the whole time... yikes!

We walked around town again and booked scooters for 10am tomorrow. A nice lunch of grilled sardines, the local specialty, for Sirena, and a cheap crappy hamburger I'd rather forget, for me. Then onto the beach for the afternoon. Can't seem to tan under this sun ~ you just don't change colour at all, it's so weak.

Dinner was delicious grilled mackeral, a bargain for 11 Euro because included was a vat of vegatable soup, salad, dessert and coffee! Sirena and I discover we have a huge love of seafood in common and Lagos is proving the perfect place to satisfy our cravings. We couldn't finish it and doggy-bagged the rest. I have no pride.