everything is for sale on the seven mile bridge, from victoria island, thru to surelere. vendors roam and rule the already congested road~ two lanes teeming with mokado, wheezing, over-full buses and backed-up lines of honking cars... we never encountered any of the famed bandits of this bridge, but one can easily imagine how armed men could overcome the flustered, captive drivers. still, a sight and experience i never tire of... knives, rugs, nollywood and bootleg hollywood films, cd's, irons, boiled peanuts, cold soda and STAR beer, plaintains, towels, transistor radios, folding baskets...