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Last night in Lagos was (for lack of a better word) F´ed. We went out to the three monkeys (as always) where we had some drinks. Then made our way to joe´s garage where you paid 5 euro´s for a bottle of chapagne and a free barbeque. I´m not much for champagne, but i´m a lot for free barbeque so we got our bottles and headed to the feast. I haven´t been feeling the best lately so i had planned a quiet one, but chris had entirely different plans. He downed his bottle of champagne in record time and split from the group before we knew where he was. We thought nothing of it and saw nothing of him until 3am, back at our apartment. Adam and BJ tell it best, but when he first walked in the door and up the first three steps he looked normal. The next 3 steps he looked drunk. The last three steps he looked drugged. BJ got behind him to help him up the stairs just in time, he completely lost his balance and fell backwards. From there they carried him to his bed where he started to mumble and convulse. It was scary

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as all hell, we were pretty sure he must have either - OD´d on alcohol or Been Drugged. We´ve never seen anyone like this before, and certainly not from alcohol. We cared for him the whole night and contemplated whether or not to call an ambulence. We decided against it because he seemed to be getting better really quickly. 2 hours into it, at 5am we all went to bed. Scariest thing i´ve seen in a long time.

The graffiti on our van makes the spanish seem even more pretentious

Dustin_keating
2005-12-23 15:23:08

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now, i´m no longer in Lagos, and i´m starting to wonder whether i should have stayed longer. Deep enough i do know that it was the best decision. It would have been way too easy to get stuck there, it´s filled with young people and beach´s...both of which made it hard to leave. Not to mention right now, as i write this, i´m in cold dark seville and very hungry.

It´s also worth noting that i´m no longer with Chris and Devon. They left for Ireland the same day i left for Seville. Chris is looking for a job and Devon just decided to tag along. It feels weird to be on my own again, but it´s far easier than when i first started. I´m not completely alone either, i´m with an aussie guy named Pete who i met in Lagos. Really cool guy who decided that after a year of school in England, he´d buy a van, load his surfboards into it and ride along the coast of europe so that he could surf until the money runs out. Fortunetly He had to stop over in Seville so i hitched a ride here, Split gas costs and we ended up in the same hostel.

Point of interest -- and by ¨same hostel¨ i actually mean we ended up sleeping in the van for the first night. We had intentions of sleeping at the same hostel. But it turned out that the receptionist was a huge asshole and told us to get lost. We resolved it by giving him the finger and threatened to beat his ass...in english. He claimed he didn´t speak english at first, but once we told him off in english, he started speaking it back. We just cut our losses and that´s when we decided to sleep in the van. It was suprisingly comfortable, and substantially cheaper.

The next night we booked a dodgy little place where we spent no time, and just used it to sleep. Hostels in Seville aren´t what i´m used to. They´re more like 1 star hotels with no common room, no common kitchen and no travellers. Hence the reason why i wont be spending too long here. that night we went out for beers and chatted up some locals. Well, more like the locals chatted with us. It wasn´t exactly pleutonic, more like we were asking them how much their drinks were and it turned out they spoke english. We packed it in pretty early that night, 9pm.

That being said, it brings us to the present. Earlier this morning we booked a different hostel for the night, and decided to see some of the town...which is suprisingly small, it doesn´t take long to walk from one side to another. We saw the bullring...or the outside of it atleast. We figured it wasn´t worth the 4euro´s to see something that was so graphically displayed on postcards everywhere. From there was saw a pretty huge cathedral...which carries some large signifigance, but i cant remember it right now. It was worth seeing, but after a while cathedrals get a little old. I reckon i might not have saw it if it wasn´t on the way back to the hostel.

(Reckon and Heaps are two australian words that have been drilled into my head by people like pete and the other Aussies. Try and ignore it)

Tommorow i think i´ll leave for Grenada. I´m told there´s a really good hostel there where i could probably meet some new people to go to morroco with. Pete´s going to be there, and so are Dan and Adam (two of the lesser mentioned aussíe´s i met in Lagos) so i´ll try my best to meet up with them. I´m starting to wonder whether or not i´ll be able to kill enough time in spain and morroco in order to meet up with emily in a month for Italy. Maybe i´ll have to start considering some itinerary changes.

For now, it´s off to find lunch...as cheaply as possible. And to kill enough time for tommorow to come. Then to reach Grenada by tuesday night.