Lol, okay I just got back from Cotonou, so I'm still in mode Francaise! I had taken the week off last week, with the intent to have a mini vacay. We threw around destinations like the Gambia, Ghana and Dubai but the
NOTE: For the very dear people that wondered where I disappeared to and commented on other blogs and IG, thank you so much for your concern and checking in. For those who didn't care that I had disappeared for over a week, you very obviously don't care about me, so as your punishment you're NOT allowed to read the rest of this post. Oya, close your eyes! No peeking...
We left Lagos on Wednesday afternoon. My poor Cakes obviously didn't realize the extent of my aje-butterness, cos he had me crossing the airport road and getting into taxis without AC. Well it's not totally his fault cos the taxi guy said that his car had AC (which makes me realize that in Nigeria, AC is relative). Let's just say I sweated the whole 4-hour ride to our final destination.
BEFORE we reached our hotel, I must inform you of the stupidity, backwardness, and criminality that Nigeria is. If you like, abuse me and tell me that I'm stuck up, that's your problem. The Nigeria-Benin Republic border is a DISASTER!!! I think the border town is called Seme and it's rife with criminals and Nigerian immigration
We finally got to our hotel (Ibis) in Cotonou. It's not very fancy, but it was certainly clean and nice. For some reason, we forgot that we were now in a French-speaking country, and all the TV channels were in French, apart from CNN. I certainly got caught up with all the bad news around the world (kidnapped Nigerian school girls and the lies of the military, sunken ferry in South Korea, still missing Malaysian plane, craziness in Ukraine, etc). Apart from all the bad news we were forced to watch 24/7, we had a pretty good time in Cotonou. We went to the beach, drove around, and I even got on a zemidjan (aka okada aka motorcycle) 3 times!!! Let me tell you why this is a big deal. The last time I was on an okada was in 1999, and the time before that was in 1994. Let's just say there was a little screaming and the zemidjan riders got my boobs and hands all over them, while I grasped at them trying not to fall off.
And with that, I shall stop writing and let you enjoy the pictures :)
Have a pretty week. Revoir mes amis.
|Bienvenue a Cotonou!|
|Rest and relaxation for moi|
|THIS is how you do a couple's selfie (couplie/ussie?)!|
|Fun, colorful things to buy|
|Out and about :)|
|Berry et Gateaux a Cotonou!|
|Sights around Cotonou. Everyone rides bikes, and there's NO registration! Security is not an issue|
|Check out this joint. This is how joints should be...|
|Fun in the pool, innit?|
|Just a handful of check points aka extortion stations|
|This is where Cakes went to show proof of the vaccinations, and the crooks still refused to give back our yellow cards.|
|*hiss, blawdy thieves!|