About 20 of us went to the market this morning. It’s not so much a market as a giant, confusing maze of a neighborhood with hawkers and shops. They kept us all herded together, so I didn’t get a chance to roam about - and I behaved this time and stayed with the herd. It was hot and sweaty and smelly - super fun!


Joel and his police friend

Hungry?





Liquor store alley

A real cutie


Now here’s a sign you don’t see every day

This place is awesome. I love Nigeria. We spent about 3 hours there, then rode back to our prison camp

Looks inviting, no?

But you won’t see any here. Unfortunately I brought my cheap camera and not my good one, otherwise I would have photographic evidence (but the delightful Miss Janet got to hear them on the telephone the other day). In fact, I don’t have many photographs at all.

Tomorrow, I am going to the Balogun Market. Then I’ll have some pix for you.

But for now, here’s the boats we take to work (and some deliciously swirling substance in the water)

a scrawny cat

Lizards


a nice view of the harbor

and the inside of the bar here at GQ (note the salt-rimmed glasses)

You can’t see it here, but the TV is showing last night’s U-17 World Cup game, which was played here in Lagos. Nigeria beat Spain 3-1, so I will have a good time watching the championship game with the locals on Sunday, when the Golden Eagles whip up on the Nazi-Sympathizing-Jewish-Gold-Liquidating-Scumbag Swiss.

I’ll take lots of pictures tomorrow.