Lagos 3

An extremely relaxed Sunday. Got up around 1000 and had a leisurely breakfast. The hostel had returned my washed laundry the afternoon before. I washed my shorts and T-shirt and updated the diary. I helped S make an escudo/peseta exchange with an American hosteller. I had no demands on my time until 1500, when I was to meet the Portuguese artist at the cultural centre.


S told me interesting facts about Japan. The Koreans in Japan are distinctive, their faces look different. They like a special style of spectacles. The girls walk hand in hand. But they cannot speak Korean anymore and in speech are indistinguishable from the Japanese. As for himself, he said that he played golf and went fishing with his friends from high school. He would get his tax accountant certificate soon and then be self-employed, rather than being a salaryman.

At 1400 I went for lunch. The Adega Ribatejana was closed so I settled for piri-piri chicken. An Indian couple at the next table sprinkled bits of English in their conversation. Then I had to hurry to the appointment. There were other artists and they were talking about moving to Brazil, to an island near Sao Paulo it seemed. S was undecided. Later I bumped into her again at the hostel, copying addresses of hostels.


S and I shared supermarket shopping again, This time we bought choriço and feijão. After dinner we played billiards again. I listened to a new age station on my radio to lull me to sleep.