I duly phoned a contact someone had said had canoes Mufu and we drove way out past Lekki to meet him, on his Ocada, at the side of the road. He then led us to this village. It was really well run with stand pipes and children everywhere. I had packed some sweets and pens incase there were kids about and I was quickly over run with children wanting lollipops. The little ones didn't know they had to take the wrappings off, so we spend quite a time unwrapping lollies.
We were then taken to our canoes and we had a paddler each! The canoes were in various stages of decay - each had a bailing bucket (not a good omen) and were hand carved out of tree trunks. The canoeing was fantastic there was no sound just insects and birds - magical two hours in the back waters of Lagos.
Edible fungus - but I am such a wuss I didn't eat it - isn't red poisonous? |
Real dug out |
my Paddler Taho |
I am going to destroy this hat soon! |
very willing to be disturbed! |
In the school pineapple garden |
After about an hour in the canoes we stopped at another remote village asnd we were introduced the the dead Chief's wife. The Chief is buried on the front step of the house - a thing that shocked our two teenaged companions. We were also taken to the school and they were very proud of their new toilets (although I saw kids peeing in the playground) but again our intrepid teenagers ( and their older companions) declined the offer of using the facilities. The pens came in very useful here though the kids and adults all wanted them.
beautiful beach and water but savage undertow |
they caught very little when we were there |
The slave post at Lekki |