{"id":823,"date":"2013-03-16T10:40:35","date_gmt":"2013-03-16T07:40:35","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.dknolte.com\/?p=823"},"modified":"2013-04-06T21:31:57","modified_gmt":"2013-04-06T18:31:57","slug":"they-welcomed-me-with-arms","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.dknolte.com\/?p=823","title":{"rendered":"They Welcomed Me with Arms"},"content":{"rendered":"

A<\/strong> couple of months ago, while eating at the little restaurant on the hill, I had to sit somewhere other than my usual seat, because it was previously commandeered by four Asians.\u00a0 Probably from the large number of Chinese in Addis for the massive road construction.\u00a0 No problem, no hard feelings, as I moved over one table.\u00a0 Several times throughout the meal, one of the table thieves, probably the ringleader, would loudly rattle away on his cell phone.\u00a0 I find it absolutely irritating to endure a phone conversation in any language where the individual has no regard for others.\u00a0 It\u2019s as if they think talking loud on the phone is a sign of intelligence, or they want everyone to believe they are someone important.<\/p>\n

I placed my napkin on my shoulder as a signal for Hyw\u00e4t to come see what I want.\u00a0 When she arrived I told her:\u00a0 Hyw\u00e4t, grab his phone away from him and throw it on the floor and stomp on it.\u00a0 I added some hand and foot gestures to leave no doubt as to what I wanted her to do.\u00a0 Without having to think, she shook her head and leaned over to me and whispered,\u00a0 \u2026 they know Karate!<\/p>\n

I\u2019ve been tempted to ask her, when she signs her name in English if she puts the two little dots above the \u201ca\u201d in her name like my computer does.<\/p>\n

On my way to Abuja, Nigeria, earlier this week, I flew in a new Boeing 777, with all the new nifty gadgets like a USB port stuck in the seatback in front of me.\u00a0 As I started to sit down, I noticed a small stain about \u00be inch on the edge of my seat.\u00a0 Didn\u2019t think much if it except, I wonder what caused that?\u00a0 The flight was about four and a half hours and midway through, they served us hungry confined animals our lunch.\u00a0 It was either beef or fish.\u00a0 After being in Africa I realized that beef here is usually tough, so I opted for the fish.\u00a0 Came with some yellow sauce on a bed of couscous. (I swear I grew up not knowing what that was).\u00a0 Tasting the fish, it was rather bland, so I added some salt.\u00a0 Still a bit bland, so a little more salt then swirled it around in a sauce that must have had 50 shades of yellow.\u00a0 Ate a bite with the skinny plastic fork they give and it wasn\u2019t too bad.\u00a0 Ate another bite, then another.\u00a0 Somewhere between the 6th<\/sup> and 9th<\/sup> bite, a chunk of fish jumped off my fork and landed on the seat.\u00a0 Right on the stain that was already there.\u00a0 Like it was made for it!\u00a0 Well, I now know what caused the stain; the next question is, how many layers are there?<\/p>\n

Upon my arrival in Abuja, I got in line for the usual passport shuffle.\u00a0 When it came my turn, I handed the unsmiling man my passport and said, Hi.\u00a0 Without smiling, he replied in a run-on sentence: Welcome where are you working?\u00a0 I told him and he muttered something I didn\u2019t understand, then handed the passport to an equally unsmiling woman in a military uniform sitting in the next booth.\u00a0 So I stepped sideways to the next window.\u00a0 I thought, interesting.\u00a0 It takes two people to look at the passports.\u00a0 Then the woman asked me how long I would stay?\u00a0 I said, until the 13th.\u00a0 <\/sup>She responded, This is<\/i> the eleventh!\u00a0 I replied more succinctly, The 13th<\/sup>.\u00a0 Again she appeared baffled, so I said, Wednesday.\u00a0 She replied, Wednesday?\u00a0 Yes ma\u2019am, Wednesday.\u00a0 Then she handed the passport to a big woman also in a uniform, standing outside the passport booth.\u00a0 She had a sour look on her face like she was suffering from indigestion.\u00a0 She looked it over and either grunted or burped, then handed it back to her. She then stamped my passport like she was making sure it was dead, then handed it back and gloomy said, welcome.<\/p>\n

I find my bag quickly and head for the Customs area to get out of the building.\u00a0 But some guy in a uniform guided me to a side room full of other military personnel who like to look through people’s bags.<\/p>\n

I entered and one guy pulls me aside and beside him is a smiling but unhappy woman also in uniform.\u00a0 He asked me what I have in my bag while the woman said, Welcome.\u00a0 When I fly somewhere, I take a small bag of tools with me and almost every time, the Authorities want to see what\u2019s in my bag when it is x-rayed.\u00a0 I told him clothes and tools.\u00a0 The conversation went something like this:<\/p>\n

Tools?<\/p>\n

Yes, tools.<\/p>\n

Open bag please.<\/p>\n

As I unzipped the bag, the woman again said, Welcome.\u00a0 When I got it opened, I stood back for them to gaze upon my belongings.\u00a0 He picked up my little plastic box that I keep my vitamins in.\u00a0 You know the little plastic boxes that has little compartments, one or two for each day of the week.\u00a0 All old people use them these days.<\/p>\n

He asked me, What is this?<\/p>\n

I said, Vitamins and my tools are \u2026<\/p>\n

Vitamins, he repeated.\u00a0 Not as a question.<\/p>\n

Yes, Vitamins.<\/p>\n

At this point she again said, Welcome.<\/p>\n

I tried to continue, Now my tools \u2026<\/p>\n

Are they for consumption?<\/p>\n

Yes, my<\/i> consumption.\u00a0 Now my tools \u2026<\/p>\n

You may go welcome.<\/p>\n

And she repeated his word, Welcome.<\/p>\n

Yeah.\u00a0 I never felt so welcomed by so many gloomy people in all my life.<\/p>\n

Remember all the Nigerian scams on the Internet?\u00a0 I realize why they are from Nigeria.\u00a0 From what I see, that country has to be one of the most expensive and most corrupt countries in Africa.\u00a0 I stayed two nights at the Hilton in Abuja and I had to pay for my room with the local currency, because I was told giving them your credit card info is dangerous.\u00a0 (This is at a Hilton, mind you)\u00a0 I had to get 60,000 Nigerian Naira to pay for each night.\u00a0 That\u2019s about $360 a night.\u00a0 Nice hotel, but not that nice.\u00a0 I could have had breakfast there also, but it was an additional $35.<\/p>\n

The city had very few beggars but many hawkers in the streets.\u00a0 There are signs posted saying, No Hawking, but it didn\u2019t matter.\u00a0 And it\u2019s amazing what you can find with them.\u00a0 I remember seeing bread, drinks, shirts, women\u2019s undergarments, window shade film, umbrellas, books on writing resumes, soap, toothbrushes, tissues, an electric engraver, bicycle horns, maps, puppies, toilet paper, etc.\u00a0 I wish I could remember everything.\u00a0 I’ll add to the list when they come to mind.<\/p>\n

Then Wednesday I flew to Lagos.\u00a0 From what I could tell, not as corrupt as Abuja, but evidently extremely dangerous.\u00a0 I was picked up in an armored SUV and driven very quickly through the city to the Embassy where I would work.\u00a0 It reminded me of having to ride in an armed convoy from Kabul, Afghanistan to Bagram Airbase, on terrible roads at a high rate of speed, with armored Humvees ahead and behind.\u00a0 If anyone had gotten in the way, they would not have stopped – only sped up.<\/p>\n

In Lagos I stayed at an American recreation facility that houses Expats working in the area.\u00a0 Simple and nice.\u00a0 The food was American and the bar actually had Coors beer.\u00a0 Not the watered down stuff, but the original beer.\u00a0 Traveling between the Embassy and the housing complex was by a high speed boat, because the Embassy is on the shore and the housing is on a large island. \u00a0(or maybe the other way around)\u00a0 \u00a0In the morning, there is a heavily armed Nigerian soldier riding on the back of the boat.\u00a0 Probably hanging on for his life.<\/p>\n

When I flew out of Lagos on my way home, I had an Expeditor that meets me at the airport to make sure I get out without any problems.\u00a0 This was the first time I had this on a simple flight out, but after getting into the airport, I realized why.\u00a0 Expeditors are worth their weight in gold and this young lady led me through the maze(s) only a military government could come up with.\u00a0 She took me to 4 or 5 little desks that each had to look at my passport.\u00a0 Which one was the actual Passport Control, I couldn’t tell; but finally she left me on my own at one of the coffee shops and all went well after that.\u00a0 Well as far as Africa can be.<\/p>\n

As I work on this on the flight back to Addis, I\u2019m thinking, if I could make some invention that would cancel out body odors on the planes in Africa, I could become very wealthy.<\/p>\n

But, I am now home with my wife, in safe, comfortable Addis Ababa.<\/p>\n

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