Journey to Lagos

Looking back, our journey on the way to Nigeria is all a bit of a blur.

After spending the day with good old Russ watching Breaking Bad and eating a ridiculous amount of food, using up what I had left in the fridge, I headed to Dayo's work office in North Greenwich for 18:00. I just managed to catch the bus that would get me there on time, a weird journey stood next to the world's grumpiest bloke, a man wearing a Charlton Athletic football shirt who cursed at everything we drove past. I learnt a lot about the guy in the short space of time it took to get to North Greenwich tube station, apparently he hates car parks and women drivers.

I arrived in the lobby of Dayo's office to find my good friend, Sam Davis signing in, dressed a little more appropriately for the current weather outside, miserable rain and cold winds. I came in just one layer, a thin t-shirt with  jeans, no way was I going to be carrying around a coat and jumper for the trip duration in Nigeria. I'll just have to man up on my return to the UK in two weeks time. We were greeted by Otto, one of Dayo's colleagues. Dayo, of course, was fashionably later than us, as cool as always as he arrived lugging along his tank of a suitcase. A suitcase that looks like it's made out of crocodile skin and big enough to carry the carcass inside. We took our time with checking in online and condensing down our suitcase space with added equipment from the office, time we would later on need in order to have a stress free journey. We all love a bit of stress before a flight to catch.

We left at around 19:30 and caught the tube from North Greenwich, our planned journey was going to take us straight to Heathrow tube station with a change at Green Park onto the Piccadilly line. This would have been far too easy so what we ended up doing was catching a taxi from Gunnersby station after two line changes due to the Piccadilly line being closed between Hammersmith and Heathrow. It was only thanks to our speed freak Taxi Driver who cruised at 90mph that we got to the check in desk on time, a driver who almost took a speed camera flash for us, sheer commitment.

Fortunately the rest of the journey was more relaxed. With our delayed arrival, we were more or less able to jump straight onto the plane. I was lucky enough to catch a lot of shut eye on our flight that ended up being just under 6 hours, with two meals during. Sam wasn't as successful and had to put up with the cheesy feet smell the young lady who sat next to me produced.

We arrived just after 06:00 local time at Murtala Muhammed International Airport, Lagos, Nigeria. Keen for the rest of the trip!