Nicon Luxury, Abuja
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... we had not got that far and so once
again we parked up off the road. Within 10 minutes we had 4 police
pointing their guns at us and calling for us to come out with our
hands up. Mike did so carrying the passports and explained we were
tourists, at which the youngest one said “Oh you are terrorists”.
Luckily the senior officers corrected him. It all turned out quite
friendly and ...
The trip from the border to Abuja took 4 days. The border crossing took a half day by itself. A very remote crossing that didn't even look like a border crossing although I must say the *****ian officials checked everything, even our bags ( that was until they got tired of it). Also, for the first time on my travels, my yellow fever cert. And they wanted to know why i didn't have a cholera vaccination!!!! But we all made it across.
... to the old capital of Lagos in the South for example), there is very little to do as a tourist and so this could prove to feel like a long stay for us all...
The city itself is a relatively modern development, having been established within the last c.40 years, when the capital was moved from Lagos in the predominantly Catholic area in the south to a more neutral venue. One of the things you do notice when traveling from North to South is the divide in religious ...
... even had time to see our rooms, we were ushered into the Happy Hall to mee our *****ian counterparts. It need not be said that we looked and felt rough, but they had adorned the hall with welcome posters and balloons so one couldn't help but cheer up. They seemed a nice lot too, and introductions over it was up to the suite (where I still had a wee bit of time for some flute practice) and then bed.
Up by 10 though! We had some learning to do. In actual fact, we've spent ...
... as soon as we walked out of the airport to the car, the air hit me in the face, so warm and damp and soooo familiar, dusty with wood fires and the Harmattan (the dry, dusty winds blowing from the Sahara). Then there’s the accent and style of speaking of all the attendants (and even many passengers on our plane). And the sight of the trees and sounds of crickets… it’s not a Disney World look-alike; it’s the REAL thing! ...