No one believes me!

This past Monday there was a work requirement that led me to travel off-site for a couple of days to a little town about a 15 minute flight from where I my primary work is. It was a nice little flight, our driver with the security escort picked us up within a decent amount of time, and off we went to the locations that we were required to visit. Data was gathered, a couple of interviews were conducted, and all in all it was a fairly fruitful fact-finding mission.

-Then we went to the accommodations that were prepared for us.

Now before I get into this allow me to provide a bit of background.

Those that are familiar with my little jaunts around Nigeria know that I tend to get a little, ahem, “involved” with the night life. Yes, even in this third world-esqueย  armpit of a country there is some pretty interesting times to be had, if you don’t mind the homeless loonies that walk around naked as the day is long, or the piles of trash that I personally think are sentient, as they look like they are breathing if you stare at them long enough.

Pictured: a dance club in Nigeria

I am not partial to the music that is played in these dance clubs, but you show me a metal club outside of North America or the Nordic North, so I play along. The dancing is fun, the drinks are not only cheap but effective, and everyone is usually in a pretty jovial mood.

Also, there are what we lovingly refer to as “night fighters” ALL OVER THE PLACE.

You seriously cannot go to any public venue in this country without having at least a clutch of women that are for hire. The world’s oldest profession is of course illegal in this country, but is truly only discouraged and not really an arrestable offense if no trouble is being created. You get all types too, from girls going to the university that need a little extra cash to the ones that do it for a living. Also going for them is the social view of the actual act of sex in this land, and that is one of basically “it feels good so do it and do it often”. We actually are having some issues with that on site recently, but that is a story for another time.

Back to the story then!

After retiring to the rooms to drop gear, we proceeded to go to the on site pub for a little refreshment and fine (HA!) dining before going to sleep. Libations were quaffed, food was consumed, and all in all a good time was had. One of our mates that lives out in town came down to participate in our bonding ritual, so of course we had to catch him up on the latest news on site… but end of the evening we all went our separate ways, another night conquered. Throw these same events in the wash, rinse, repeat, and you have roughly the architecture of the following night, leading up to my return to site and the obligatory “what did you do in Warri?” questioning.

I told them the details of course, stating that I did have a pretty enjoyable time.

EVERY SINGLE PERSON followed up the initial questioning with “What was her name?”

I said there was no “her” this time, I was just relaxing and enjoying the company of my friends.

EVERY SINGLE PERSON laughed, called bullshit, and insisted that I had company while there, and my consistent “no” answers just reaffirmed in their minds that I was lying.

Aren’t people allowed to break from pattern every now and again?



About Old Iron
I'm just a guy that works overseas alot and likes to play just as hard as I work. Been to a FEW countries, know a shitload of people all over, and generally have a good time wherever I go. -Oh, and I am currently in between girlfriends, and strangely enough and perfectly happy with that status. In the long run hookers are cheaper. Take my word on that.

6 Responses to No one believes me!

  1. Qwatcher2 says:

    I can see how your mates would think you arelying. Even I, your Mom, am amazed but not dumbfounded that you can show restraint. (sometimes) ๐Ÿ™‚

  2. Old Iron says:

    Lovely, the one post that my Mother decides to comment on HAD to be the one that talks about hookers.

    I love my family!!!

  3. Fay says:

    You gave your mom your URL?

    Sheesh, why am I not feeling any sympathy???


  4. Old Iron says:

    Heh heh… I have no idea why but the parents actually enjoy reading what I write, even though, as per my mother, “it can be trying at times”. It it tons of fun to find that one topic that madre can’t help herself but to comment on ๐Ÿ˜‰

  5. Buck says:

    EVERY SINGLE PERSON laughed, called bullshit, and insisted that I had company while there, and my consistent โ€œnoโ€ answers just reaffirmed in their minds that I was lying.

    Heh. Southeast Asia, 1976. TDY to the Pee-Eye, return to base in Japan. I had just committed to The Second Mrs. Pennington and bought a ticket for the abstinence train. Same tee shirt, different vendor. It hurts when your buds don’t believe you, don’t it? ๐Ÿ˜‰

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