Gotta get out of Lagos

So, Lagos is gorgeous. Picturesque beaches, palm trees, perfect sunny days... it's awesome. But the mentality, I'm afraid, I've outgrown.

The hostel I'm staying at is quite partyartyarty and reminds me why I stopped going to frat parties. The girls are dressy in a way that no backpackers should be. The guys are just looking to score (mostly, there have been exceptions to both rules). They make silly rules like "get caught drinking with your left hand and you have to chug...". Bah. Now I feel like I'm 70 years old.

I think it's because there really isn't much to see in this city, so people just start drinking and don't stop. Don't get me wrong. I like to drink-but not to the exclusion of everything else. I like sightseeing and surf lessons, and good conversation, and random cities, and...yeah.

Anyway... off to Seville tomorrow. Good thing I have no hostel booked. Wish me luck...