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bridging the gap between Mainland and the Islands

desire begins action: cheers
desire begins action: cheers
That day, at the entrance of Third Mainland Bridge, Martini was greeting cars with an electronic advertising inviting to party with its latest sparkling rosé wine. The ad was obviously not targeting those leaving right underneath in their raw houses covered with corrugated iron. It was rather for those going to work or leave on the Islands. In any case a fancy advertising.
sail made of rice bags
On both side, of the bridge, wooden boats with the bottom rugged with metal are parked. Their sails are made of rice bags. They are used by sand dredger who go in the middle of the lagoon away from the land to collect sand for construction.
A moment later Lagos' skyline appears along the Third Mainland bridge on the horizon.
Lagos skyline in the smoke
On the right side, in the direction of Lagos Island a large patch of water is used to transport and store wooden logs. On the shore a land atelier where men are cutting logs into pieces for further use by craftsmen and construction. The place is often full of smoke from refuse being burnt by the side of the water.
Not a very inviting place, but a fascinating one where clouds and smoke are merging.
where smoke and cloud are merging
After a few kilometers the junction to Yaba appears with its curving connections high above the ground

advertising at the Yaba junction
advertising at the Yaba junction
Finally, the Third Mainland Bridge is reaching Lagos Island and comes parallel to the Carter Brigde that links Lagos Island and Yaba and its train terminus. It is the second mainland bridge.

the carter bridge, or so it claims
the carter bridge, or so it claims

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