Lagos

How can I describe Lagos? For you that have never been here? And without scaring you away? Because this is a lovely city! And how does it feel to be only white?

It felt a little strange when I came to the gate at amsterdam and I was a minority. Now I do not even care. Honey keeps commenting things like "When will they stop searing at you?" but I don't even see that anymore. Everybody wants to greet me, and once in a while talk to me in Yoruba  which I do not understand. Every once in a while he tells me what they say or explain that they are greeting me. And not to talk about all of his friends want to have a picture with me! Everybody here is so friendly and nice. At least everybody I have met.

The roads are bad, that he keeps telling me. When I replied that I do not mind, that where I grew up also had bad roads, he reminded me that I did not grow up in a city, and this is a city. But I still like it! I can not help the fact that I like Lags just the way it is!

And try crossing a road! Wait until it clears out, then run! He holds my hand when we crosses the streets, that way he can keep me safe.

I love the bikes that they use as transport. Honey keeps reminding me that they are not safe, but we do take them every once in a while, and I like them. I know that if we end up in an accident, there is nothing to cover us, but that is the case which ever bike one is using.

We can also take that vehicle that I have forgot the name of, like with three wheels and a roof, or a bus or a taxi. Taxi we have taken like only 2-3 times.

The one thing that is the most different from home is the way the air smells. It has a different smell. And the food of course! I love the food!

....I just realized that I am not even making any sense in this blog! I just love everything! I should wait until I am back in Finland before I write to get some perspective on things....over and out!