Filth and Loathing in el Lagos

I had to build up enough hate to write this section. By far the worst section of our travels, although we still had fun, was mainly marred by the greatest thievery incident since Brad Pitt and Clooney teamed. Cunningly executed, we have a feeling all were involved, the apartment owner, the cleaner, police, every resident in Lagos some even say the President.

It all began when we got off the bus, some old fucker came up to us and offered rooms for €10 per night. Being cheapo we took it, the placed seemed nice - needed 2 keys to get in, windows secure, clean except the smell of old cigarettes.

Everything seemed ok at first. Given how sun deprived we were from Ireland, we came to Lagos for the sun and beach, but got clouds and rain instead. Bloody everywhere I go!!! We did manage to bum on the beach for a little, enjoying just a little brief moment of sun. There also happened to be some medieval festival going on, with people every where in tacky knights/maidens costumes, heaps of stalls with wierd foods to eat. We even met one of 3G's old school mates, who happened to get robbed the other day through a B&E- how much warning did we need???

We decided to go on a bender one night, lots of tequila, lots of beer. Cello even showed off his new hot dog undies to the hot dog stand guys. Randy girls (all not portugese) everywhere. Great craic. Got home, passed out.

Woke up to the tapping on my door, to my suprise it was the old guy. He handed me 3G's passport book, in my hung over state I took it, said thanks, thinking 3G what an idiot for leaving his passport in the hallway! Knocked on his room to give him shit about it... thinking this was all very strange. He too was baffled, opened up the book and his Aussie passport was missing. Rushed back to my room - the fucking scum had taken everything that was mildy expensive, even the 8 euro cheapo sunnies I had just bought the day before. Here's the list

- Ipod (bought with Trost)

- Digital camera (present from friend, all photos lost)

- Pocket knife (present from Denise)

- Nail clipper (what the?)

- Phone charger ( Oh come on!! they're worth like 5 bucks!)

No sign of forced entry, who ever it was had the keys. Luckily, and i don't know how, but they missed my passport, $800 and a USB key in my backpack's side pocket! 3G got hit hardest, he even lost his reading glasses and new beloved vest!! He was so angry you should have seen it. We then spent the next few hours frustrated and hungover at the police station. Thankfully, Cello knew portugese. Needless to say we moved right out. It was pretty uneventful after that for me. Our moods were down, the lads went out again, but I stayed in bed cos I was still sick. Graz met another greek, tried but crashed. At least he did do a funnel out of Eddie Mabo's pants (picture to follow later). Woken by Marcello's loud banging on the door. We were supposed to leave the next day - no way that was going to happen. So we stayed another day in this shit hole. Fuck Lagos.