Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Heading Back in Two Days so This Will be My Last Post From Nigeria……



……so far it’s been what I’d hoped for—an “in and out” job with few hassles and the chance to visit a new country. The second week of training hasn’t been as smooth as the first but it has still gone fairly well.


Not really much news here since last weekend…..The hotel continues to decorate for Christmas and the lobby is really feeling seasonal now.




For my next-to-last meal here, I went to the Mongolian BBQ tonight—I’ve been there several times and the chef recognizes me now. He’s pretty good and I got a photo of him.








Like the old song goes…..”I’ll be home for Christmas”…...



Sunday, December 11, 2011

On Saturday I Took a Short Day Tour with a Motor Pool Driver Into the Countryside…..







…..As the capital of Nigeria, Abuja is only about twenty years old and is still being constructed and developed. The surrounding countryside, likewise, has not been developed and there are very few tourist destinations here. Everything I found in guidebooks suggested two very large rocks were the prominent features so on Saturday I arranged a ride with the embassy motor pool and visited them. “Visiting” is a loose description since there are no facilities at either location; no hiking trails; no interpretative centers; not even a scenic road side park.


Abuja is pretty much central to Nigeria and we started at the nearby Aso Rock and then drove north up to the Zuma Rock—about an hour’s drive from the city.


Aso Rock towers over the city of Abuja and the President, whose name is Goodluck Ebele Johathan, has his palace at the base of the rock and the military has a small outpost on top—accessible only by helicopter according to my driver.



From there we drove north on a major highway that is about 70% completed. It is designed as our Interstate with two roads separated by a median and is in very good condition except where they are still doing construction—which causes major tie-ups and really leads to the crazy driving Nigeria is so famous for.





The countryside is beautiful—very flat here with extreme hills that appear to have been virtually thrust up out of the earth in some former geological period. Some are low-lying hills while others are very much like our Devil’s Tower, only smaller versions.




At one point we passed a large hill that marked the exact geographical center of Nigeria. As we approached Zuma Rock—the most famous in Nigeria—the view was made difficult by the smog. This is also true in Abuja as there are no landfills or dumps and people burn their trash everywhere and it literally leaves a permanent haze everywhere.





The closer we got, however, Zuma came more into focus and the famous “face” became more easily to see.




Basically we drove up to the rock, turned around, and headed back. Still, I’m glad I got to see it and it was good to get out of the city for a couple of hours and see the countryside.


Before returning to the hotel, the driver stopped at a craft village where I wandered around awhile and bought a wooden mask. It was constructed with African huts along a walkway and was really a nice place to visit. I’ve been to craft markets all over Africa and most are dirty filthy, unorganized and filled with overly-aggressive vendors who will literally grab you and try to pull you into their stalls. This place was much different and enjoyable to visit. I managed to bargain down the mask by the usual 30% and was happy with my purchase.





After returning to the hotel, I just took it easy the rest of the day and am basically doing the same today (Sunday). I have two 2-day programs at the embassy this week and fly back around midnight on Thursday—arriving in Houston early Friday morning (seven hours time difference in reverse this time). I have been pleasantly surprised with Nigeria and, while not one of the more exciting trips I’ve made, it’s been a good one so far…..

The First Week Went Really Well and I've Actually Enjoyed Nigeria.....








…..Of course everyone, including Nigerians, tell me this is far, far different than most of the rest of the country—especially Lagos. Abuja was created around 1992 to be the new capital of Nigeria after horrendous violence had divided almost all the rest of the country. Today Abuja represents what the government would like for the rest of the country to be—clean, modern, and relatively violence free. However, it’s still not recommended I wander off the hotel compound by myself—especially at night. The hotel is very self-contained: three restaurants, several lounges, a sports bar, shops, and basically everything I could need—albeit at outrageous prices. I have eaten a couple of times at the Mongolian BBQ but most evenings I go down to the sports bar by the pool and eat a pizza, a hamburger or chicken wings—you know, the really healthy food that only costs about half as much as at the restaurants.




I have a couple of Nigerian contacts at the Embassy and they have taken care of everything involving the training and the first week went especially well and smooth by US State Department standards. I’ve been here a week and haven’t talked with a single US citizen but that’s not that unusual. Security, as you would imagine, is at high alert all the time. The embassy was moved to Abuja in 2005 so the building is still fairly new. From the road, it looks like a prison—surrounded by razor wire, guards everywhere, concrete barriers and blast-proof windows starting at the third floor level. Basically a really ugly building….. The United Nations building that was basically destroyed by a truck bomb last August is just down the road.


Like most African nations, security is a big business here in Nigeria. You have soldiers, police, traffic officers, tourist police, and hundreds of private security companies. The trick is knowing who is responsible for what. The use of force by security varies depending on the level of the security agency. Tourist police simply watch crowds and attempt to negotiate a compromise in cases such as a store owner taking advantage of tourists or they may run off street vendors who become too aggressive. Traffic wardens are unarmed and stand in the middle of intersections and attempt to direct traffic. Since most traffic lights here don’t work, it is a thankless and very dangerous job and most motorists simply ignore them. After that, the security gets more complicated and involves the carrying of batons, pistols, automatic rifles and even shotguns. But even the carrying of guns can be misleading.


Several years ago I was working in Equatorial Guinea which is possibly one of the most repressive governments in Africa. There are road blocks everywhere and most of them are to extort money from drivers. We were in a training vehicle with a British driver when we were stopped at a roadblock by an obviously very drunk soldier who was extremely belligerent. The soldier was leaning in the driver window and waving his gun barrel inside the vehicle but the British guy didn’t seem too concerned. When he finally realized we weren’t going to give him any money, he slapped the top of the vehicle and waved us on. Later I asked the driver if the gun being pointed inside the vehicle didn’t bother him and his answer was “No, the drunk soldier was wearing a purple beret and they don’t give them ammunition.” So, not everybody walking around Abuja with a gun has ammunition but I don’t know which do and which don’t so I keep a low profile.


We did have an interesting situation Thursday after work when we were being transported back to the hotel. There was a major intersection without a traffic warden and traffic was unbelievably snarled. It was basically gridlocked and nobody would back up or let anybody else go in front. We sat there about five minutes and a soldier showed up and tried to sort it out. The military don’t usually do traffic control but this guy was trying to get people to back up and let others through and even though he was screaming and yelling, nobody was paying attention to him. All of a sudden he pulled his pistol out and pointed it into the air and it was amazing how fast people started throwing their cars into reverse and backing up. I’m assuming he probably did carry ammunition.


At any given moment there are literally hundreds of security officers around the hotel grounds and some of them are carrying automatic weapons and I don’t question for a minute that they do have ammunition. The Nigerian Army has soldiers stationed at the entrances and I’ve seen an armored carrier parked outside the main entrance several days. I do feel safe here, however.



Nigeria as lots of oil and of course that attracts lots of people wanting that oil. It’s interesting in the lobby of the hotel at any given time: you have American and European businessmen; Arab oil sheiks, and Nigerian businessmen in Western clothing as well as traditional clothing. For several days I would see in the morning and in the evening a group of about twelve men in very ornate and intricate clothing that looked much like what we visualize the Three Wise Men looking like: very ornate robes and cloaks with head turbans wound around the tops of their heads. I asked my contact at the embassy and he told me they are palace guards. In Nigeria, there are still sultans who consider themselves royalty and, since they control considerable areas of oil-rich land, nobody really confutes them. These men in ornate robes are their palace guards and what was really distinctive about them was the fact that not one of them was probably under seven feet tall and several were well over that.



And it's possible to see all types of ethnic clothing in the lobby.....




This Hilton is very large, I would guess with as many as 3,000 rooms and since I’ve been here, they’ve been getting into the holiday spirit. Nigerian has very large populations of Muslims and Christians and Christmas is very prominently celebrated here. The hotel has decorated with Christmas trees, holly and lights everywhere and Wednesday evening, they had a choir in the lobby singing traditional Christmas songs and they were really outstanding.





For lunch during the day, we’ve been going to a local restaurant named “Mama Cass.” I don’t know if it has any direct reference to the singer of the 1960s but they have traditional Nigerian food and I’ve been very careful but so far haven’t had any negative repercussions.



Every African town or city has a central craft market and here in Abuja it is conveniently located on the grounds of the Hilton Hotel which means it’s safe and the vendors aren’t nearly as aggressive as other places I’ve gone. Basically the goods are the usual wooden masks, beads, pottery and lower to mid-level quality souvenirs that I usually refer to as “Africrap.” What gets me, though, is the hotel brochure describing the village: “It has various collections including such amazing treasures dating as far back as the 15th century slave trade era.” Yeah right—I think Blackbeard may have worn these beads……

Monday, December 05, 2011

Made it Over Here OK and the First Day Was Successful…..






…..and most importantly, there was someone at the Abuja airport waiting for me. That is one of the most stressful parts of any job—arriving at an African airport traveling alone and not sure if anyone is expecting you. I’ve been to Africa twelve times now and three times nobody’s shown up and believe me, you are really vulnerable—no local currency, no ride and unable to even make a local phone call for help. It happened to me in Chad, where I had to negotiate a taxi ride at 4:30 in the morning and ended up getting clipped for about $50 for a fifteen minute ride to the hotel (which I did expense); it happened in Cameroon where I had to physically get in a shoving match to keep a taxi driver from loading my suitcase in his cab against my will (a woman from the company I was working for in Douala happened to see it and got a soldier involved then she took me to an office and called for a ride); and it happened to me in Ethiopia where I luckily came across a Hilton Hotel (where I was staying) shuttle driver who agreed to take me to the hotel and charge my credit card.




So when I clear customs and see the driver holding a sheet of paper with my name on it, believe me, it is one of the most relaxing and welcome sights involved with foreign travel. At Abuja, there was my name and four other names on the sheet of paper and I was shuttled to the hotel with another contract embassy employee and three members of US Customs who were attending a conference this week at the same hotel where I’m staying (the Hilton). What was strange about the nearly one hour drive into town was that we were met by a motorcycle escort with police lights and siren at the airport parking lot and he directed us into town—blocking exits as we went through intersections and forcing cars to the side so we could pass through.




There is a lot of tension here right now. Nigeria had its first suicide bombing here in Abuja earlier this year and the United Nations headquarters here was bombed in August with considerable fatalities and injuries. One of Nigeria’s many splinter groups (an Islamic separatist group) is threatening to bomb four luxury hotels in the city this holiday season—the Hilton being on the list.




After unpacking and showering, I went downstairs to eat supper and came across the embassy employee and one of the customs officials and we ate at a Mongolian BBQ restaurant here in the hotel. While the food was being prepared, I asked the employee if that kind of escort is usual around here and he replied that a lot of the customs guys like “to act like cowboys” when traveling around. What is really strange to me is that for the next two weeks, my students and I will be driving around Abuja traffic in a vehicle with US diplomatic tags and absolutely no escort or even contact with the Embassy except for a cell phone.




The hotel is very nice but basically a fortress. It is located on a really large compound with high brick walls topped with razor wire. The hotel itself is probably at least 100 feet from any street. There is also a conference center, some mall shops and of course parking areas and there is a small series of streets inside the hotel compound and all have been lined with large concrete barriers placed on the shoulders so that no vehicle larger than a sedan can get through them. Even the entrance to the hotel has three spaced security checkpoints configured so narrowly that a box truck can’t pass through. The only way a truck can get in is probably the service docks and I’m pretty sure they screen that area thoroughly too—I can’t see them spending that much money on security and not checking the back docks. Even the sidewalks here have concrete blocks spaced so a pedestrian can step around them but a motorcycle can’t use them.




Inside, the hotel is really nice. There are three themed restaurants, several bars, a small shopping mall, banks and other services. They even have a little safari village on the grounds selling Nigerian souvenirs. I probably won’t leave the compound except to work. But as you might expect, all this comes at a price. I have a $132/day meal allowance here and it would probably take most of it to eat three meals a day here. Internet is $45/day and $22/hour although I can buy a 24-hour card in the business center for about $25 and I will probably do that early in the week and maybe next weekend. A cup of coffee this morning (with no refills) was about $8.00.




I had Sunday off as a layover day to recover from jet lag and this afternoon I got a call from the embassy motor pool and the supervisor who will be my contact discussed the coming two weeks with me.




I was picked up as scheduled at the hotel and met my students for the coming week on Monday. Three are Nigerian; one is Congolese; and the fifth is from Equatorial Guinea—and all speak really good English. That is always a concern—standards vary greatly as to what is “workable English.”




The first day went really well and Abuja is actually a very clean and attractive city. I didn’t take my I Phone today since embassies vary as to whether or not they will allow them inside but this one does so I should start getting some photos tomorrow…..

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