PORT HARCOURT,
Nigeria (Contributed by ?)
"I was in Nigeria for a business trip (never
again!) When we got to the airport to depart, I tried to check my baggage. I had
several cheap touristy wooden carvings. The man behind the counter asked me for
my "license to export rare African artifacts" I laughed and told him I
was not buying a license for a couple of worthless gifts. He argued for a while
and then called for the next person. I then realized he had thrown my suitcase
in the corner where I would obviously never see it go on the plane. I asked my
colleague what to do. She said, fool, pay the man. I gave her as much naira as I
could find and told her to pay the man. I was sick of this country. She did, and
I watched four men share my largesse. My bag still did not move. A woman in a
red uniform came up to me and said, I need to strip search you, you are CIA,
(which I am not!) I started screaming that she better leave me alone. All the
Nigerians around were highly amused. My colleague said , dammit pay her. I gave
her 40 American money and she went away. I then went back up to the counter and
told the man there that I was going to yell rape if my suitcase did not go on
the plane. He listened this time after having heard me scream before.When I got
to the tarmac, three was a line of airport employees checking hand luggage. When
the woman asked me "what I had for her today" I told her to see her
fellow employees inside. A British engineer in line ahead of me was meanwhile
taking bottle after bottle of liqour our of bag for each airline employee. He
looked and me and said You bloody Americans don't know how to travel. Once we
got on the plane (AirFrance) we sat for three hours. Then a Nigerian got on the
plane with a basket,and asked for money for a "value added tax' We sat on
the runway until he had enough money. Once we took off, I said Thank you Lord
for getting me out of this place and I got close to drunk for the first time on
a plane thanks to the British guy. " Added 28 August 06