Warm and humid air greeted me, when I stepped out of the plane. After a long day of travel (three flights) I was finally in Lagos. Outside the airport, I was relieved to find and meet my hosts amidst the crowd of taxi drivers. In the car I found out that I would live at the house of the project leader himself. I heard a lot about places that we passed and about the project itself. I was quite excited about everything.
To be honest, the first impressions of the house were a bit grim. Darkness and no electricity. I soon found out, that as the electricity network doesn't typically work, a generator is needed for creating electricity. We had one too, at the footsteps of our backdoor. The motor creates a constant loud voice, like someone driving a Harley Davidson at your backyard. (This is something that doesn't take too long to get used to).
The house was quite dirty and unequipped at first. Except a few eggs, rotten chilis and onions, there was no food. And at the first night, no drinking water. Well, I had actually expected the unexpected, so I was not too surprised. I ate the eggs and went to sleep, assuring myself that things will eventually sort out. And of course, they did. Eventually.
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