I managed to get our bags, one at a time, down the ladder that was our stairway. I was feeling a bit of animosity towards the bags at this point but from there it would be mainly rolling, not too much more lifting. Our trip to the bus station was pretty uneventful. The metro was not too busy, although busier than I had thought for a Sunday morning.
We bought our tickets with nearly an hour to spare so went to look for somewhere we could get a bite to eat. We found a snack bar within the bus station, which was handy. When I went back to the counter for some supplies for the trip, two women had moved in on my seat, pushing my bag out of the way without asking Jess trying to intimidate with their presence. When I got back I could see what had happened so I did my best to intimidate the woman in return. I stood almost on top of them as I squeezed into my seat which didn't really exist anymore, which left me sitting almost on top of the women. They tried to tough it out for a while but in the end it got too much for them and they left, defeated. Hopefully they wouldn't be on our bus!
As we departed Lisbon we passed beneath an impressive aqueduct then joined a motorway for a fairly uneventful trip to Lagos. The bus was great, with an onboard movie, a toilet on the bus and the conductor offered snacks for sale on the way.
When we reached Lagos we walked to our accommodation. The owner had already sent me the key before we left Australia so we didn't need to make any arrangements, we just walked right up to the address and let ourselves in. As we walked towards our apartment I reflected that it was really hard pulling suitcases over cobbles. Not only do they make a heap of noise (which is embarrassing rather than difficult), they are also twice as difficult to pull.
The apartment itself is fantastic. We are on the top floor and have our own roof terrace, plus three balconies all looking into the pedestrian area of Lagos. It is huge and very modern, despite being right within the old town. We took a look through the guest book to find that the main complaints from previous occupants was the noise from the bar beneath us (which is closed at this time of year) and, believe it or not, noise from the seagulls. Imagine that. Seagulls at the seaside. As the previous occupants were all from England it did nothing to nothing to dispel the stereotype of the 'whinging pom'.
It was still only mid afternoon so we went for an exploration around the town. Hungry, we found a sandwich that had a view of the water. Sadly it took them about 30 mins to make a sandwich even though we were the only people there. Maggie's theory was that they were waiting for the egg to hatch so that they could grow the chicken for our sandwich.
From here we went to the beach that is right near the town. The girls played in the sand and with the shells having a great time while we watched from coffee bar overlooking the beach. As the sky darkened into evening we walked along the headland, coming across a modern house right on the head with automatic gates. Surely it must be owned by someone rich and famous!
One thing was immediately clear to us about Lagos. There are lots of British people here. All signs are in English, all meals are served with chips and you can catch the various British accents from people passing by as you navigate the winding streets.
On our way home we had a Thai meal at a restaurant called Lemongrass. It was pretty average really. Afterwards we found a mini market where we bought some supplies for the apartment.
When we got back to the apartment I turned on the television and saw that not only did they have satellite, but the satellite had English programming. All of the BBC channels are available here so we were able to relax and enjoy our evening at home.
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