Portugalifragilisticexpialidocious!

Ola Bitches! Currently living in Lagos/paradise where it is mother effin' hot (as are the women) the food is cheap and delicious, the beaches are amazing and my bed is 5 foot 11 inches long. I'm about 6'2" so you can see how awesome that is.

DC, Stiffy and I kissed Lisbon goodbye and set off to the bus station Lagos bound. We strolled up to the counter and promptly asked the senor at the counter for three tickets to Lagos! Yayayayay.

"Nope."

So turns out the bus we had planned to be on didn't have 3 seats to spare so we had to burn two hours at the bus station while we waited for our bus which was then, a four hour trip from Lisboa. Good timesssssss.

But we made it! And the place is, again, Beautiful.

View from the balcony.

Our Bathroom even has a sink next to the toilet so you can wash your face and go to the toilet at the same time! Weird I know but sure why not?*

Honk if you're horny.

The beaches have castles here.. Just because.

And a couple of familiar faces :D

Ok, enough scenery, here's a tale of my first drunken experience in Europe. It took me about a week before I decided I was gonna go through with the task. I forgot to mention that I have had a sickwickedawesomerad bout of the flu since I landed in LDN. Which has featured everything from a chesty cough to sinuses so congested that I have a migraine from it, awesome I know.

But I wasn't going to let that stop me.. The night started here.

Correction.. ALL of our nights in Lagos have started here. One Fat Monkey Diner is for lack of a better word, amazing. It features a small but varied menu with all meals priced at 5 Euros. It is here where I popped my Portuguese peri peri cherry. They also offer a "Power hour" Where for another 5 Euro it's unlimited wine or beer for the hour. I chose not to take part.

After dinner we strolled past this little bar called, "Inside Out" We bumped into a bro that has been nothing but helpful to us and we somehow got on the topic of black vodka. We had no idea what the fuck black vodka was so he took us into the bar and insisted we all have a shot. The bar manager there, who's name has escaped me, was a FUCKING LORD!! This dude was from brazil, around my age and originally went to lagos for a 3 month vacation.. That was 3 years ago!

Anyways, HE insisted that if we were going to try black vodka, we HAD TO have a shot of caramel vodka to chase it... Sure, I mean, why not?

He poured up 16 shots 8 of black and 8 of Caramel. He walked up to his laptop and selected a song for us to shoot to, the Macarena. We had the shots, they were amazing. We asked bro how much it was all worth and he said 2 Euros each person! I insisted that he took a 5 Euro tip which he dunked into a bucket hanging above his head and rang this bell in celebration. Then dude insisted we have his favourite, The Reggae Shot. Ok sure.

So we have this amazing 4 layered shot and then chat about bongos, capoiera and his girlfriend who is from Geelong.. Time to hit the road.

We headed over to Sezzy's hostel, The Rising Cock. This place has a Reputation of being a party hostel full of drunken Aussies so who am I to go against tradition. Poison of the night was Vodka, Apple juice and drinking games.

At midnight all the punters get kicked out of the hostel and set off into the clubs.. All except for one man.. Myself. I don't remember taking or having any of these photos taken. I was game over!

I do actually remember this photo, I took it to remind myself of how gone I was after a certain deed went down... What is that deed you wonder? Scroll down to find out.

Yeah I did! So much! It was at this point the night was over.. About 12:30 hahaha DC walked me home and tucked me in(actually) and I was forever grateful, and hungover.

Props to Stephanie Jane Bourke for capurting the moment. I'm sure it's not the last time she will.

*Note: I know what a bidet is and I didn't wash my face in it.. But the water did taste funny.