We spent a week in Cotonou, Benin Republic in December. It was not wild, it was a nice lulling ride on a sunny day.
Between conversing with our hosts via Google Translate and eating potatoes everyday, it was nice to finally explore this tiny town that borders Lagos.
We stayed at Fidjrosse in Cotonou, right next to the beach and took kekes (what they call their motorcycles) to get around. With dramatic hand gestures and butchered words, we were lucky not to get lost. You should know that my few weeks of studying French on Duolingo went poof when I was confronted with the first complex sentence.