In Lagos
I am in Lagos, Portugal now for my holiday. This is a notorious party hellhole, just by the ocean with beautiful, astonishing beaches, so I expected to drink, lie down on beaches and party. And on and on.Yet it's actually much more laid-back, maybe it's the low season. Still I enjoy the sunsgine here, much beteer than the cold England. The hostel, 'Rising Cock", which I stay in, is also a very interesting place. Actually You can just tell it from its name.
A Canadian guy I met here, James, said it best: "Living here is like watching some 24-hour non-stop drama." To make his words more vivid, James himself is part of the drama too. This hostel is full of backpackers in self-exile, some of them have even become part-time staff here, and, when people spend time toghether for long, affairs tend to breed. Accoeding to my unscientific estimate, there are at least 3 couples in this place, and still 2 or 3 singles eager for love (or sex, depending on how you view it).
James is a lovely guy, but he is kind of fucked up. He travels with his "good friend", an Australian girl, whom he seems to be unable to stay away for more than 3 minutes, but he says they are not a couple. Does he hope to be? He says they have been known each other for a long time, so...he hestitates to answer more. The girl seems like that "I like you to some degree but I don't really want to be with you" type. Probably, as a result, James drinks a lot. In fact, I don't cannot even tell when he is sober. That's that kind of relationship can do to you.
posted by Max.L @ 12:51 AM
2 Comments:
:D
That was entertaining!
in this case i would rather be the observed than the observer, but i guess thats what being a journalust, oops journalist, can do to you.
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