Lagos

After suffering the 46 degree heat of Seville, it was with much relief that we hit the beaches of Lagos. With a Byron Bayish atmosphere, we hit up the henna tattoo store and headed to the beach with football in hand & chewed through the hours swimming, diving off jump rocks and practising our Ronaldinho moves.

Above: The wonderful beach complete with jump rocks.
Below: Liger tatto. It's pretty much my favourite animal. It's like a lion and tiger mixed.....bred for its skills in magic.





On our first night there we got well loaded & Dibbo and I thought we should take Mike for his first visit to a strip club. We carried the poor drunken bastard through the door and plonked him on the seat whilst he hoped he could escape the compulsory $5 beer purchase entry fee. As the totally mesmorised Mike slept in his chair with his back to the dancers, the bouncer came over and woke sleeping beauty to inform him he needed to buy his beers or clear off. The crafty yet struggling Mike politely replied:
"nah sorry mate, i'm driving tonight" complete with driving hand signals and all. With the two of us in fits of laughter in the background, Chunder reluctently ordered his beer and went back to sleep.
















Two typical images for an afternoon in Lagos. Filling the sink with beer & ice, and enjoying a couple out on the loverly balcony.