African Infantryman of the Year

I'm not in the least bit religious but everytime we took off from Mohammed Murtala 1 (Lagos), I said a little prayer of thanks to the great spaghetti monster.....then get wired in to the business class drinks trolley.
The airport is an utter joke.
Landing as a first time visitor, always at night for european flights, you walked out into a sea of locals all wanting to sell you something or change your money, then a mile walk with your bags dodging all sorts, in dim light, heat and the ever prevailing stink of shiit being burnt, until you got to the company bus.
I will say this though, some of the people were fantastic and will remain friends for life.
It's little wonder they all want to come here.
 
Wanted to fly to Britain perhaps ?
Yes, he'd heard we've got some really nice back gardens and he wanted to drop in to see if it was true.
 

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I'm not in the least bit religious but everytime we took off from Mohammed Murtala 1 (Lagos), I said a little prayer of thanks to the great spaghetti monster.....then get wired in to the business class drinks trolley.
The airport is an utter joke.
Landing as a first time visitor, always at night for european flights, you walked out into a sea of locals all wanting to sell you something or change your money, then a mile walk with your bags dodging all sorts, in dim light, heat and the ever prevailing stink of shiit being burnt, until you got to the company bus.
I will say this though, some of the people were fantastic and will remain friends for life.
It's little wonder they all want to come here.
It was the queue down to passport control and then trying to track your passport as you handed it over which always kept me on my toes flying there.

In the spirit of the thread I wish I'd taken some pics of the forces' weaponry as it would have been more effective by throwing it.




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Before it was ugraded (around 2002, I think?) MM was truly a hellish place; if your suitcase was soft-skinned it was likely to be razored open before you got to it. Mobil and the other oil majors would send their men through to the plane's door to escort you through the mayhem. Naturally, the touts could pay to get through too, to try their luck with likely-looking oyibos.
 

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