Ife – Cradle of humankind


Arriving during noon at Lagos Murtala Muhammed Airport welcomed me to a completely different world. It was hot, and humid. I started qeueing for getting my immigration approved. And waited. And people passed. I tried to ask one officer if I could pass because someone is waiting for me. Hardly any reaction. (You will find out later why)

After 2h of qeueing, standing and sweating, I finally got to the desk (a half of all the desks was not occupied or you saw officers standing there and chatting, but not really working). My European nerves were pulled as never before – but I prefered to put on a smile. And guess……

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