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I finally decided that I should move on and see Europe like I "planned" to
do. You know it's time to leave when you know the names of local dogs ("Hey
Gypsy!") and can actually navigate the streets of Lagos without getting lost.
My plan for my last evening in Lagos was to hit every one of the bars that
became my favorites because of the atmosphere and the people: Whytes, Sandlot,
Irish Rover etc. However, I ended up staying at the Old Tavern pretty much all
night.
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These Canadian girls did a great job at maintaining our
rep as a bunch of partiers. |
The big pot on the table contains the homemade sangria the
Canadians started, but everyone pitched in to help. |
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Adding fuel to the fire. |
"I don't really feel like working tonight." |
"Don't I look Scottish?" |
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Once again, starting the evening off at the Old Tavern. |
Ad voiceover: "When in the Old Tavern, I like to drink..." |
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Sasha and I-Forget-Her-Name |
The owner of the Old Tavern (middle) kept giving us free
drinks all night. I didn't spend a cent. |
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My favorite ladies of Lagos. |
The next day, I prepared for my next destination: Morocco. However, someone
told me about a bullfighting festival and a big football (that's soccer to us
North Americans) game that was going to happen in
Madrid,
Spain. So, at the last minute, I decided to head to
Madrid! As I was walking to the train station, I kept running into people I
knew all along the way. I almost missed my train (which I wouldn't have minded
too much).
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