Left the compound this morning about 9.30 to make our way to Tarkwa beach-apparently one of several beaches near Lagos that is bearable to go to-for the lack of rubbish and oilslicks being washed up everywhere else. The tankers, hundreds of them in Lagos harbour wash out their tanks before filling up again and couldn't give a shit where all the waste raw oil is going-shame on the oil multi-nationals! Oh, ther was some black oil pods on the beach but I was relievd that there are no marine birds, so no harm done. They've all been eaten long time ago.
One catches a ferry outboard little boat to Tarzan jetty from which boats to Tarkwa leave frequently. More or less 'go-when-full'. This is also one of the only beaches where one can swim without being swept away into the ocean as the Atlantic current is extremely strong here.
It's reasonably sheltered but very close to the Lagos harbour entrance and you get a hell of a shock to see oil tankers passing by only meters away. Many of them all day long.
Luckily one of my colleagues has a membership to the Lagos Yacht Club and we headed for a reasonably nice sort of seperated shaded area where there are tables, chairs, some very old loungers and toilets as well as a hand pump shower to wash off the sea water. There is a long line of deckchairs with fabric covers, each owned by one of the many beach touts operating here, who will negotiate a price for the day. Makeshift stalls sell bear, cool drinks and some 'local chop'. Mainly 'Suya' which is the same heavily spiced sliced goatmeat I ate last night. There are large families of Lebanese who've made this beach their weekend outing.
There are many traders cruising up and down the beach with anything from sarongs, to African Greys in cages, some carvings, basketware and fake watches-5 for R 250.
The day was fairly nice as it was sheltered form the hustle and bustle in the enclosed area, but too long for me- all in all.
The heat of course is constant and the sea water isn't much colder than the outside temperature.
So, I was glad to leave at around 4pm (it was booke for 4 but only left at 4.20 hoping to not have to return for the 5 o'clock run-pain!)when the boat that dropped us came to pick us up again to deliver us back at Tarzan jetty.
Here, a legend in Lagos-Bob- reingns supreme in his restaurant/come bar and outdoor music venue where it is customary to have a drink before going home.
The place is riddled with 'Nightriders'/or 'Mosquitos' (as these local whores don't leave the men alone) by this time and I was amazed, disgusted and put out to see how many expats of all nations tag them along for the day out at the beach. The rest of them who don't have company by then will find it here.
I mean EVERY expat without exception had a black woman sitting with them. Most of the women are really stunning and young and you must know how it makes my stomach turn, to see them with these old, hairy, fat fucks trying to make a living and hoping that someone will marry them-a lot of them do! One must be carefull -I was told-what one says, as some of these old fat hairy farts are actually married to these young girls.
Just lost my faith in mankind again. FCOL!
I mean honestly-it's like a parade of 'Face of Africa' before you...
And no, a lot of Nigerian women are not fat! But tall, slim and stunning! On top educated and well spoken...they look like whores though make no mistake...
One can only wonder why...
Another experience was well had.
Signing off 'till next time.
Keep the comms coming!