It has been a long time since I have written, my apologies!
I reached Lagos on the 23rd of August 2009. The view from the plane while landing was lush green with a lot of rivers during our entrance to Lagos. I eventually found out, the airport does not have a ATC. A few folks stand outside on the tarmac and look up into the sky and advise if a plane is free to land or not. Not very comforting. The Airport had Bose speakers for a PA system, impressive! They could have been fake, but one could never tell.
The company sent me contacts of an Airport Protocol officer to get me through immigrations and the hassles of arriving. He got me to the front of the line, answered a few questions for me, had my passport stamped and walked me past the line into Nigerian country. He then took me thorough to the driver, Duru. This guy drove like a maniac, worse thank back in India.
I was surprised to see foreign cars from all over Europe, the Americas, and of course the Japanese were there. The drive to our residence was enlightening. The traffic was chaotic, the driver was aggressive and so was every one else on the road which offered me an acute amount of calm. I had a fair idea of where I was heading after spending a lot of time looking at the map at home: courtesy: Google Maps.
I reached the residence, our home away from home. It was a beautiful place, right on the river which was not too clean but still looked nice. I walked in not knowing what to expect and met Chuck. I was given a tour of the house and taken to my room. Tired, yet excited I tapped into chuck's experiences in Lagos so far. Assured that it was safe, and the place we lived in was close to an ex governor's place I went in for a shower, got some grub into the system and all I can remember is hitting the sack.
I about to hit the sack right now as well, got a long day of fishing lined up tomorrow. Will write more soon.
