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February 16 - towards capital






morning we got to the site of Mark. It is the Central Bank of Nigeria, Ibadan Branch. The building is undergoing a major refurbishment is also connected with the extension. Construction carried out with great verve and huge costs, but after Nigeria is damn rich country (I'm serious), and whoever had the money there. It has to be all the best and most expensive. Say goodbye to Mark and went to Ibadanu. This is some 600 km to the capital. Out of town (it should be recalled that Ibadan is the second largest city in Nigeria 7-8 million people, although dominated by low buildings) takes an hour, so we're actually on the road at 10 am.
Initially, the road is bad, but then ends with a dual carriageway, and our rate of decline. At one point we see a police car going after skipping the roadside hole. Suddenly, the car accelerates, moving away from us for about 10 meters and it pops out of four police officers with guns drawn and very strongly guided in our direction. It looks bad, but I immediately open the window and calling to one of them, Officer, how now? He'll skonfudowany, but definitely more relaxed answer. It begins conversation. They claim that they stopped to greet Oibo (white man). Unfortunately, one of them is no longer such a nice and strong voice cries: "Bring Oibo dollars!", I answer that I do not have dollars, I'm a tourist. But he is bullish: "Oibo bring nigeria money now." Somehow I manage to control the situation, because the rest as she heard that Al will bring them to his sister (which obviously is not, unless Maciek disguise), it started up with joy lap. The rest of the road passes fairly easily, although sometimes the lack of roads. We're going again laterite asphalt. Hours pass, and we're still quite far from Abuja. A lot of wrecks on the road: burned, abandoned, broken. Nobody here does not clean. On the road traffic disputes. The closer to the city for more police patrols. However, we have no problems. Finally we get to Abuja. On the great entrance gate you will see a large inscription: You are welcome!. A little farther on we pass a huge, covered stadium (in Poland, you do not already have). It was built on the All Africa Games, which took place in Nigeria in 2003. Already dusk falls, but still can see the skyline Abuja. Are we we are still in Africa? We go to the Polish embassy, \u200b\u200bbecause we got there a few things to do, and then look for accommodation and the problem is. These guides are the cheapest of bad holes, and in addition with prices starting at 30E! I do have a phone to your old boss and now friend - Mohammed. Until today, we are in touch and meeting with him is an important point of the program. It turns out that it is right now in Abuja. He asks about my plans and insists on meeting (I told him that morning we leave for Yankari National Park). I mention that I have yet to find sleep, so today is unlikely to give advice to meet. He immediately proposes to us overnight. We meet half an hour later. Ala heard much about him, but after our short conversation with him, says one sentence: "The concrete guy"! That is what Mohammed. After leaving backpacks go in search of a special suyi. Only in Abuja, was once a guy who was doing small rolls from the grill. Find a place without much problem and the guy is still there (Mark, stood in the same place, and we remember - still has to 100N). We buy lunch (I showed where Ali lived Jadźka) and go to the bar, where he often chadzaliśmy last time with Mark. They have great grilled fish, but somehow I prefer to roll. Very evening of memories sympathetic. And I have promised a discount on the rolls as I come back again! Tomorrow we head to Yankari.
So now I Jarzabek: Nigeria I know the stories. Many times I've heard all sorts of adventures and stories of Philip's two stays in the country. In my mind an idea was born, which now comes to confront the reality. This is a very interesting experience, because Philip has always idealized his lost paradise, which I of course I took into account, a little 'grounding' of his experience, creating their own image of the country. Well, I'm here and now and compare. Let's go, and Philip says: here is a bridge, which lacked the bay as we drove with his parents in 2003. And I said, and then this bridge. And now everything is clear. And here we bought a beer with Matthew on the way to the park Yankari. I said it that was so hard chilled, that up to drink could not? So I know a lot of detail. This picture of the puzzle that is missing, however, very many elements that created the whole. Well, now complements these missing pieces, and some existing corrects. Abuja is a city where Philip spent the most time and most told me about him. The adventures, sites, people. Of the people I met have this most important - Mark, who introduced Philip in the world and learned many things that make Phil is able to move in here and talk with local people - a skill that very few whites have, or rather: he wants to have. So now the turn of the most important city. We drove four-lane street (in each direction, of course) to the center. Traffic disputes fairly, but incomparable to Lagos. There are no Stars, which means 'Okada', which move around the city is completely forbidden. There are no open ditches sewage, it's clean, no rubbish. Wszyściutko placed, aligned, modern furnishings. In Africa, I was in 14 countries, but I have not seen anything like this. Looks like someone moved and threw a piece of Europe in the middle of Nigeria. Virtually no specific marketplaces have been replaced with modern boxes, streets are clean, are the sidewalks, pedestrian lights ... For us, supposedly normal, but here it's really a sensation. In the 80s of the twentieth century, the then president decided to move the capital from Lagos port juggernaut, in the middle of the country. The town was created from scratch. In 2002, during the first Philip's stay in Nigeria, Abuja had about 300tys. residents and the streets were practically empty. 4 years later the population has tripled, and the streets more and more filled. Today - we do not know where the inhabitants, but the streets are much more full. However, there is still a comparison even with Katowice, Warsaw, not to mention, in terms of traffic. I porównałabym it to Ruda Slaska, where in some places create traffic jams, but some very time-consuming, and for the rest of the city passes smoothly. Roads planned very well (of course, white man), I have not seen anything narrower than 2 bands, and 3-4 is a standard. And we produce new. In general, the city is still a big construction site. Of course, most buildings have long standing, but still there are new additions were office buildings and residential buildings. In any event, Abuja in my imagination looked a bit more after afrykańsku. I need some puzzles, however, change for the better:)