I once spent a summer in Nigeria and was feeling stir-crazy in my host's walled compound, so persuaded the driver to take us out into the provinces. Met some villagers, who told me their tribe used to perform human sacrifice until the chief converted to Christianity. On the way back, we were held up at gunpoint on the highway, across which a group of bandits had felled a tree and burned some tires. We negotiated a fee to pass, I think it was less than $100. On the way back, we stopped to see a large rock, which my driver said was famous for some reason. That summer, we smoked a lot of grass to pass the time and, after the hold-up, mostly stayed on Lekki Island with Nigeria's elites. Towards the end of the trip, I went to a party and realized I was the poorest person there.