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Travel is something I love doing; I would say I have been fortunate enough to travel to different destinations in my country. The experiences are usually fun, getting to meet people and experience new things.
One of the best travel experiences I have had so far was when the former place I worked sent me in an all expenses paid three-week training to Lagos.
At first I thought it was going to be boring since it was office training, so I didn't make any plans for sight-seeing.
Surprisedly, I started enjoying the trip from the day of the trip. From the friendly uber guy that took me to the airport to meeting a new friend at the airport to the cab driver that took me from the airport to my hotel room. I am not a chitty chat person, mostly when I am on transit, but these guys were entertaining me and telling me beautiful things about Lagos.
I was lounged in a hotel in Victoria Island; that was the longest I had spent in a hotel.
The training turned out to be fun and engaging. It was an exceptional and beautiful moment as I got to meet with different fellow trainees from different locations.
There were abundant amounts of different kinds of savory food, snacks, beverages, and drinks. I also learned how to eat different snacks that I can't even remember their names now. It was during this period that I tasted cuppachino for the first time.
I visited Elegushi Beach with some friends, went to the famous Balogun Market, and went to some other places that I have forgotten their names.
I was able to walk in front of the iconic eko hotel and suites; maybe any other time I visit Lagos again, I might go in for sight-seeing.
Worst travel experience
I have numerous worse traveling experiences. One of them was one time I was traveling from Kaduna to Keffi. I prefer traveling with Sharon because of its comfort. In their back seat, it's only three people that are allowed to sit there.
On this day, when I got to the park, there were no passages, so I chose the place I wanted to sit at the back. Then came the drama: this lady came with five kids and was going to pay for two seats, so the guy loading the car asked her to sit at the back.
Immediately I just knew there was going to be problems; the car was already full, so there was no way for me to change my seat. The woman and her kids got into the car, and the next thing the woman greeted me and asked me in husa that I should please help her to lap on of her child during the trip.
This is something I use to do whenever I'm traveling. If there's a mother close to me with a child or children, I use to help them carry their child to ease the burden, but there's usually a condition attached to it: the child must be NEAT.
Back to my story, without thinking of the woman's situation, I immediately said no; all the children were looking dirty and unkept.
The man at our front was trying to talk to me to help her, saying that I was a woman and would become a mother some day and might need help. Still standing on my NO, I told them I wouldn't help her out.
One of the men in the front helped her with her son, and the remaining four with her stressed my life. They were playing and hitting me in the car. They stained my clothes with what they were eating; they messed up the whole place; these children were doing farting competitions.
A journey of less than four hours seems like a journey of 10 hours. I was so stressed and tired.
Or was it the one that I was traveling from Kastina to Kano and the women that sat close to me wanted killing me with mouth odor.
This is my entry into the #novemberinleo prompt day 2.
images are mine
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