Oh Lagos...

SO there's definitely a homeless person smell. And it's wafting off the sweater hanging off the couch I'm sitting on. Unfortunately, I can't find another outlet to sit by comfortably, so I'm stuck here smelling homeless man until I'm done with my lap top.

This "White Butterfly" hostel I'm staying in makes the last place I was at (GSpot) seem like a palace. The place itself is beautiful, but it's run down. They also don't have an age limit on who they let stay. Or standards of cleanliness apparently. So there's definitely a few weird old dudes lounging around.

As soon as I got in I asked if I could be moved to the all female dorm. There was no way I was sleeping in the same room as them.

Lagos is, well… kind of disappointing. It seems to be a seasonal place, and right now it's a ghost town. Mind you, I got in at sundown and only walked up the street for dinner. Which again, was very good.

Lagos makes Lisbon look 10x better than I thought it was. And makes it feel 10x safer.

There's a lot of Germans here. Like most of the people I've met so far are from Germany. I wonder what the deal is.

There's also a lot of Indian restaurants, and Indian people. Not that it makes me feel uncomfortable, just more of a fact than anything.

It's weird. It's like as soon as I got comfortable in one place, I move on. As soon as I let my guard down, I leave. And it feels like "from-scratch" all over again. Or maybe it's an illusion. Like it's a bed, but there's no comfort in it. It makes me miss home, but it also makes me feel like I gotta toughen up. Get some thicker skin.

Going home is always an option. But that's not where my growth is.

The great thing about low points, or less than ideal points, is they're typically followed by something great. So let's home tomorrow's an Ace.

Good niiiight

AML