Miami-Atlanta-Amsterdam-Kano. After less than 24-hours notice, I hop-scotched my way to Kano, Nigeria. Two members of the team from the US west coast were already in Amsterdam when I arrived. and we were each a little anxious about the impending 10-hour journey to Kano. Tales of intimidation and demands for $$ had been related to each of us from independent sources.
Well, we learned to judge each experience on its own merits rather than by what may be stories of isolated challenging experiences. (Though there might be more to it as I remember an editorial cartoon about the extensive and intrusive search of a Nigerian woman entering the U.S.)
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Our arrival went smoothly, after a wait for our luggage, we were warmly greeted by the immigration and customs officials. Were it not for my one bag which was not transferred in Amsterdam, we would have been at our residence within 11/2 hour of arrival. I had to go to an office to complete a lost bag report. The agent located it and told me to com back two days later when the next flight was scheduled.
It was one of the smoothest foreign arrival experiences I have ever had, thanks to the work done by our country representative.
There are no pictures to share of our arrival in Kano, however. Signs posted throughout the airport warned--NO PHOTOS!
What are you doing in Sokoto? Good to hear from you. Miss seeing your smile through SKYPE. Love, Love.
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