In the 9 years and 6 months I worked in that shithole of a country I just prayed to get on the plane. I didn't give a toss if it landedI'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.