10 hours, 30 minutes (google doesn’t know shit about border crossings), 500 kilometers (300 miles)

Daily Diary

Why not Lagos (Laahgos or LaDizzy, please)?

Well, let’s just start with the fact that I already got clipped in a town 50x smaller than Lagos, and rode through a mess of a town 10x smaller than Lagos, but honestly, I just wanted to get the fuck out of Nigeria (more on this later).

Just trying to get out of the city.

Made it out and straight into another mess.

Yeah, let’s hope someone is listening.

Some quiet small towns on the way that were certainly not used to see large motorcycles.

And lots of trucks. I said I would never do this again (that being slip between two trucks)! The traffic heading into Lagos was just unbearable. With the border crossing coming up, I knew I had to make good time or I would be forced back to spend the night.

The amount of shit people pile on their cars and trucks is unbelievable. I can’t tell you how many cars and trucks I saw with broken axels after attempting to go over speedbumps.

Just trying to get back on the highway after a ramp was closed…well, this one was no better.

Lots of little shops and street vendors along the highway to Benin. This area is known as for having import/export shops that carry pretty much anything you can imagine.

Just trying to get on the right road to the border can be quite confusing when people just decide that the other lane is easier to drive in!

The no-man’s land between Nigeria and Benin is quite wild and dangerous due to bandits pulling over cars and putting up temporary “ckeckpoints”. I did not stop for anything.

Made it!

Back in Benin!! You have no idea how good it felt.