Disclaimer:
This is an edited version of my diary from December 2000. Some information contained may be incorrect, and opinions I expressed then are not the opinions of Aaron Rowe in 2006. I have posted it purely for the Novelty value.Friday 15th December 20005:30 my alarm went off, it was dark outside. Thankfully the water was still working now and I could get my last shower and pack my wash bag into my suitcase. I had a knock on the door from M3... who wanted to check I was up. I went down for breakfast at 6. After breakfast I brought down my bags and J3... took them out to the car for me. D... told be to keep N1000 in case I had to bribe my way through customs and split whatever I had left over with M3... J3... and M4.... I had N1500 so that was lucky. So I thanked M3... and M4... for looking after me and handed them N500 each. they wished me a good Christmas and said they looked forward to seeing me in the new year. I got in the car with D... and we were off to the airport. It was getting lighter now and I recognised the roads I'd travelled nearly four weeks ago on my way in.
We got to the airport and were immediately hounded by people trying to carry my luggage (in exchange for a tip) but J3... shooed them away and handed my luggage to me and D.... I gave J3... his N500 and waved goodbye.
And so to check in, I had my suitcase checked, they wanted to know what I was carrying, I had two folding tables inside that D... wanted me to take back for him. They wanted me to prove that I wasn't stealing African art treasures. In the end they gave up, I think they worked out that there weren't many folding tables around in pre-colonial Nigeria. After that it was plain sailing to the cafe where I got a coke and then went to the boarding lounge. Before we boarded the plane we had to go out onto the tarmac to identify our suitcases before they put them on the plane. I don't know why they do this, but if you don't identify your luggage it stays in Nigeria. This happened to D... on his first trip.
While I was waiting to board I had a talk to another British traveller who was about my age, the first I'd seen. He was impressed at the number of bars I'd been to since I'd been there, he was also impressed that I'd stayed for nearly 4 weeks on my first trip. He'd only ever stayed two.
We boarded and I had a window seat near the very back of the plane in row 51. It was a better plane than the one that brought me here, it had individual TV screens for every passenger in the back of the seat in front. I could choose what to watch now. There's also a handy map channel that shows you where you are and other information like altitude, ground speed, outside air temperature (-59C over the Sahara, I had frost on my window) and Estimated arrival time.
There was a patch of bad turbulence on the way over the Sahara and we climbed to 39,000 feet or nearly 12 Km. There's not much to see when flying over the desert, I think I saw a herd of wildebeest but it just looked like a rippling black blob so it could have been something else.
Eventually I saw the white cliffs of Dover and there was only 60 miles left till Heathrow. It was darkening now and while we circled over London waiting for our turn to land it became night.
This side, customs was a breeze. I skipped past all the Nigerian immigrants and went straight in to the queue for EU passport holders. There was only 5 or six in the queue, a quick scan of my passport and I was welcomed home. I found a seat to use while I waited for my suitcase to come around, It eventually did and I was out of there.
I needed to change my Bus Ticket so that I could go from Heathrow instead of Gatwick like my Ticket indicates. I found the Coach Ticket shop and had my ticket changed, it cost me £1.50. I was told to look out for the 202 bus arriving at 18:10. It was only just 17:15 so I went wandering around the airport for a while. I bought some snacks to keep me going and then headed out to the bus shelter. It was very cold out here, I opened my suitcase to get my fleece out and put it on. It made things a little better but not much. I was missing Nigeria already.
I saw a bus come in around 18:15 numbered 201. It said it was going to Cardiff but since it wasn't the number I was told to get I assumed that it didn't stop in Newport. At 19:00 I decided that I'd better check with the ticket shop again because my bus hadn't shown up. They told me that the bus had been and gone at 18:15. The Cardiff Bus. I complained that it said 201 but they said it should have been 202 and there was nothing they could do. By the time I'd paid another £1.50 to get the next bus, it had arrived and gone, it was early this time. So I had to change it again and get the next one at 20:10. They let me have this one free though.
So eventually I got a bus and I was so cold I could hardly move. Luckily the bus was quite warm and I managed to sleep a little on the way. I hardly noticed a thing between Reading and Bristol.
I had arranged for mum to pick me up at 9:15, I finally arrived in Newport at 11:15 and had to phone her to get her to pick me up. Eventually she came and we sped home.
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