Our suave American businessman friend Pip starts another African adventure…
I decided to fly from Abuja to Lagos even though I saw endless collision remains strewn along the Nigerian roadside for an hour, including an oil tanker that'd hit a bulldozer head-on. I never enjoy flying—I’m the type who thinks I'm about to die every time we hit some turbulence. So the handwritten boarding pass and the ancient metal detector that was unable to detect my steel belt buckle and pocket full of change didn’t boost my confidence in the whole affair. All the passengers walked out across the runway to the 1970s-era Russian passenger jet and we were ordered to stand very still as another plane taxied by. Before we climbed the stairs into the cabin we had to wait while the crew double-checked to make sure they were loading our bags onto the right plane.
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