What I miss here a little, (next to the cheese) are quiet places in Lagos. One can find no parks, in which one can retreat, even a cozy cafe where you can talk quietly. Even ordinary park benches I have not seen on the mainland. Gruen one finds generally low and drowned out in the bars or cafes either incredibly loud the generator, or football games will be shown in the endless loop on television, making it hard to quiet conversation, too. However, we received the tip, poke around in the old station site. We went through a chained gate of the large station house, which reminds of the colonial era, to the platform and saw a jungle from cars and overgrown tracks. The grass grows to several meters high, the tracks are barely visible and leave the cars are fairly new and still around in the area. Amazingly for Lagos was that of generators, masses of people or vehicles could be heard almost nothing, even though the impulsive Yabamarkt is not far away. In this rest, we explored the inner workings of the cars, which were partially stripped of their timber. It feels like the open-air museum, although the cars were replaced in part at the end of the nineties. Inside, we sat down on the remaining benches, enjoyed the silence, we felt like we were just outside of Lagos and ate fried Yam, Akara and fruits. Later we learned that the station was abandoned because many politicians have forwarding companies, which freight transport could compete, so no new money flowing into the station. However, there are persons out of a recent railway station and the train that goes about once a day, will still run over a track at the old train station. This train can go north to Kano, which I would already be very interested.
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