I’ve been back on the road, seeing Kenya again since 2007 and revisiting old haunts I hadn’t expected to back to so soon, but where there’s lots of business and I need to play a role in kickstarting things.
Two trips to Nigeria. The first involved my worst ever airport experience, with out of date yellow fever cards, crazy shuttle bus to the car park and nearly falling off the edge of the car park into a muddy field six feet below. The second was with a colleague who I’d prepared for the worse, but who is probably wondering what I’d been talking about – instead of the usual craziness we had smooth boarding in Dubai, little turbulence, AC working in the airport and even a cafe to wait in whilst waiting for another colleague from SA.
We even managed to get the driver to meet us near arrivals so we could avoid the shuttle bus and car park completely…
There was an incident where a soldier spent five minutes shouting at the Avis guy, plus, whilst we drove off, a lady policeman seemed to think we owed her some money, whacking the window of the Camry as we drove off. Sorry, no pay day for you…
Both Nigeria trips were the usual whirlwind of last minute meetings but good progress. The second even coincided with a Citrix event being held in my hotel, but as usual on these work trips, catching up with old friends and colleagues was limited to a few minutes at the top of a staircase. Shame.
Here are some pics, in slightly random order.
TVs have been erected at Lagos airport. Unknown if TVs are still in the boxes…
I didn’t eat this but a colleague did. It’s kind of a grey spicy splodge with bits in.
The view from my hotel room in Lagos. I can never understand why there is so much junk lying around in Lagos. Why doesn’t it get used for scrap? You’ll see all sorts of stuff just lying a around, falling to pieces.
I walked around the ‘computer market’ in Ojota, dodging open sewers and speakers pumping ‘afrobeat’ at top volume.
My colleague from our distributor, Peter. Peter is helping me improved my pidgin.
‘How far?’ – how are you?
‘A dey’ – I’m fine thanks.
‘A beg no vex’ – Terribly sorry old chap, please don’t be angry.
I ate a chicken pie in a roadside cafe and survived. The open drains make the whole experience a bit much at times.
I was in Lebanon when thousands of Syrians went to vote at the consulate, causing gridlock. I saw the tail end of it – lots of people wearing Assad t-shirts. Lots of very tough looking men who’d probably been working on building sites since they’d been in their mid-teens and smoking since their ninth birthdays.
Kenya has a great mix of Indian, English and local food. Chicken tikka, chips and naan bread!
The usual workhorses, this time in Nairobi. I loved Nairobi (compared to Lagos at least). Much more evidence of colonial times and I could walk around outside.
1972 Merc in perfect condition for sale in Amman.
The coolest guy in Amman, driving to work in his Mustang, radio blaring, cigarette in one hand, arm out of the window.
This Patrol is probably in the best condition of any breakdown vehicle you’ll see in Lagos.
I will, one day, talk to the owners of one of these Lagos breakdown Rangies. I wonder how much they go for? There are lots of them. Probably not the end their European or American former owners expected.