Weekend Over

Another weekend over, Wales won again and this time I did get to Pat's Bar to watch it. It's definitely more interesting when there's French guys shouting 'Allez Bleu!' and other welsh people around. Most of the people watching were probably English and were supporting Wales (Only the French could support the French, right?)

Sunday I planned to go to the beach but in the end I didn't go because firstly N... wasn't feeling well enough to spend all day on the beach. Secondly I wanted to catch up with some of my OU work. Then there was the Eastenders Omnibus. I guess I'm 3-4 episodes behind the UK but, I saw Den and Andy Hunter both get killed off in the same episode. Good they were boring anyway.

This evening we went to the Golf club which was about as uneventful as usual until we left. On the way back from Ikoyi to Victoria Island, before the bridge there was a motorcycle accident. First we saw the white and chrome bike lying in the middle of the road and immediately we thought uh-oh... Then when we passed we saw there was a white lady with blood over her and a white guy lying face down in an awkward body position on the road. Our first thoughts was that the guy was obviously dead. I tried to call Tocaro, an emergency service we were once subscribed to who's number I still have on my phone it wouldn't go through so I thought the best thing was to keep trying while we head to their medical centre not far from our house.

We arrived and it was in total darkness with For Sale signs on the walls. We tried calling again, it rang this time but nobody answered. A man near the Tocaro place told us that they'd moved to 'Mega Plaza' area. Our next option was to go home and try the clinic next door. They sometimes park an old ambulance outside our house. N... went to tell them where to go but they asked her to go along with them.

While we were outside the house waiting we started thinking about what to do. Mike remembered that the British Council building is very close to the place we saw the accident and that if we had thought quickly enough that's where we would have gone first.

Within minutes N... was back with good news The guy had come around and was able to be carried off with his wife and his battered bike into the British Council Building. Turns out the man and his wife were british and people around were saying he was drunk but that could easily be concussion I guess. So we were all relieved to hear that.

The expat community is quite closeley knit so no doubt we will find out who he is pretty soon. N...'s next door neigbour is probably the only person importing and servicing large engine motor bikes in Lagos, no doubt he'll know more about it.