Iiiindoooomieeeee!

Iiiindoooomieeeee!

Indomie. I shudder whenever I hear little kids shriek that on commercials. On the radio, they're all like "Mommy, give us Indomie! Give us Indomie, Mommy!"

The bane of my existence.

Indomie is ramen, Naija style. And I hate it. Have I mentioned how much I hate it? It's all soggy and wet and the chicken flavoring doesn't even taste like chicken and the "spicy chili packet!" that comes with it isn't even spicy and oh please don't get me started.

To put it simply, it's really gross if you've had it over and over and over again like I have.

While we were driving to Lagos once, there was an Indomie commercial on the radio. And this woman was all like "You know grandkids, back in my day my mother always made me Indomie. It's my favorite food!"

This is impossible. Indomie was introduced to Nigeria in 1988.

Unless if the grandmother is 35, there's no way she could've eaten Indomie as a kid. Indomie, you liar!

LIES, LIES EVERYWHERE

Signing off,
The Traveler

Pictures

I have a camera now!

We had to visit a hospital in Ife, to go see some friends. They live there, because there's a whole residential area for the doctors.

This is the main road. To the right is the ambulance, and the building next to it is the cafeteria.

This looks like a barn or something. *shrugs*

This is a common tree in Nigeria. It reminds me of the pine trees in Durham.

This is another view of the hospital.

I told you I'd get a camera!

Signing off,

The Traveler