Travelogue

There are some things money can't buy. As they say, "The best things in life are free". But who are 'they' and why do they keep saying things? I have never had faith in those who keep saying things, at least none who are not me. At any rate, I don't really think I want the things money can't buy. They are too common, too trivial. We all have our price, and mine is hard cash.

And I can go anywhere, do anything so long as the price is right and it does not interfere with my belief system. Oh yes. Despite being mercenery, I do have a belief system. It is not much, but it is there and it does come in the way at times. Anyway. This is too much introduction for this post. The crux of the matter is simply this. I love money enough to pack my bags and move to Africa.

The flight was routine. Nothing much to write home about. Until I got to Nairobi. While in transit, I met this hot woman from Nigeria who had spent about three months in New York. Lady Liberty would not be more of a New Yorker than her. She spoke, ate, slept, breathed New York. That apart (my general pain at the yankee accent being well-known) she was interesting company, and not just because she kept her hands 'very close' to my thighs all through.

From Nairobi to Lagos, I had for company a very hot Zambian woman. She was a little hungover. Well, she claimed to be hungover. But I have never known what hungover people are like. So I cannot accept or refute her claim. It is not even important actually. She was hot. That matters. What matters even more is that she gave me her number. Of course I called her when I got to Lagos. What happenned next will be left to people's imagination.

Lagos is a big city. It is a very chaotic city too, something I have always admired about big cities. It is the chaos that defines them, makes one stand out from the other. The people are generally nice and friendly. Yes, there is the odd incident of mugging but which place in the world is free of it? Some parts of the city are like any developed country. Some others are like the slums of Mumbai.

The city has a decent night life. And it has many more street-walkers, escorts, call girls, etc. than statistics have laid down for our guidance. Security is a slight problem although from what I have been told the thugs are after your money and not your life. I am not sure which one I like more.

There is not much to do here. Impressions about it being a safari-esque place are as false as Rajesh Khanna's hair. But I think I am getting the hang of it. Besides I have all comforts money can buy, air-conditioning being one of them.