Packed, and went down to the beach to meet Kerry and her father. Got a ride into Lagos and had some trouble finding a room. Finally ended up in another old woman's house - this one quite the dive. We took the entire top floor two little rooms in the attic. From the window we looked down in to a courtyard where there were these fat old men sitting around in their stained tanktops and boxers, smoking cigars and working on... bunches of roses! Florists, Lagos style.
[Original entry lost - Reconstructed from notes May 2, 2000]