I had it all planned.
Wait, that’s a lie, I had nothing planned.
But I knew what was about to happen, how it was going to unfold…
I was going to find paradise.
I was going to get a high-paying job.
I was going to find a home.
I was going…
I had no idea where I was going.
I had no idea what I was doing.
I still have no idea how I ended up in Lagos.
But I love it.
And I hate it.
But then I love it even more.
It’s been almost a month since I’ve become a “resident” of the town.
The bizarrely beautiful beaches.
The cobble stoned streets of the old town.
(generally vomit coated in the early morning)
The strange mix of Portuguese
And a plethora of persons from the far reaches of the world.
It’s a special place!
And now that I have but one job,
(I used to multi-task)
I have the time to enjoy it.
And go surfing and paddle boarding and cliff jumping and trail running.
Lagos has everything!
It’s pretty much paradise. [Tick]
I have a job. [Tick]
I work at a surf shop.
We sell bikinis and boards and wetsuits and skateboards and go pros and… we sell a lot
And we sell tours.
Do you want to go for a surf lesson?
We can organise that for you.
Paddle Boarding? Kite Surfing? Quad Biking?
Diving? Booze cruise? Sailing?
It’s Lagos, EVERYTHING is possible.
Except finding accommodation.
After a few days of living in a tent.
I moved into an apartment.
And while the fancy apartment had all the mod cons like power and a shower and a kitchen and stuff;
sharing it with nine others
[most of whom bar tended from 10pm to 3 or 5 or 7 am]
Made it all a bit mad.
I moved out.
I spoke to everyone
Every person I met!
I made sure I had all my bases covered.
I was just about to give up the accommodation quest and return to the tent when…
[in a movie like setting on the dark terrace-porch of the surf shop after the midnight shift]
I met a madly brilliant, constantly drunk
(he makes a living from being [and getting others] drunk)
Australian with a van he just acquired and doesn’t use;
I became a van-person.
I found a home. [tick].
I found everything I wanted and needed.
PARADISE is currently a little over-crowded (Summer holidays – Peak tourist season)
The JOB is a little underpaid (almost every job in Portugal is)
And HOME comes with its own complications:
No toilet, no shower, no permission to drive…
locks that don’t work and newly dysfunctional “disco” lights…
Which is why last night, when I abandoned my picnic and fled the hurricane windiness of the outdoors
and crept into the safe confines of my cosy residency,
I feasted upon my Portuguese chicken in the dark.
I could not have been happier!!!
Except maybe if you came out to visit!
You need to experience this epic for yourself!