Today was the day that the boat charter said would be good to go. We wouldn't be able to .. sail.. boat.. move the boat into the caves, but we'll be able to see it from outside. We are disappointed, but I'm sure these salted, veteran sea farers with hundreds of years of water exploration know what they're doing. Me, I've been on a few car ferries. We head to the dock, it's a normal drive, until the last 200 metres or so that seem like it was developed for experimental tank training. Potholes and mud and gravel and I can see why most people are wary about buying rental cars; because I just gun that Skoda through the patch of road like shocks are for free and tires are optional. We meet the guide.. the guides. The boat is a very very large zodiac, maybe with a seating capacity for 20 folks. But it takes something like 10 staff. Ten thirtyish to middle aged well-salted, tanned to mahogany sailors all with a grim expression like they've just lost 3 tourists o
We had planned to take a boat to see all the pretty coastal caves but the spring weather, wind and waves had other ideas, and our trip was cancelled. At some point we realized the trip from Lagos to the cave is likely the longer of the trips we could take. It'd be easier to get a boat trip from a charter that was closer to the caves. Less water to cross, etc. Anyhow, the important thing is that my wife and I, as we often do, found a small little loop that'd we repeat ad nauseum, a long the lines of "Ohh, so, it's you know, BECAUSE it's so far away.." "Right, right, we should get a boat trip from a company CLOSER" "Totally, because then it would be closer, right, less water, less likely to be cancelled" "Because Lagos is, you know, so FAR AWAY." And somehow find a way to loop it back or give it a rest until we bring it up again. Merely to troll our teenagers. Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on your point of view, our kids