Friday, 29 June 2012

Thursday we moved out of the hotel without having booked another place to stay.  We planned on moving to an apartment and were busy negotiating but they wanted us to pay for our stay up front and they only accepted cheques, no credit cards.  I asked if I could do an internet transfer and they said ok.  If I could do the transfer and email proof of payment we could move in.  We moved in that same day after a hectic search for a SWIFT code to do the electronic transfer.  We were told that we were in a temporary apartment as the one they wanted us to have wasn't ready yet.  We moved to our new apartment on Thurs morning.  Other than a smell of gas, which they immediately came to check out by using dishwashing liquid mixed with some water, all went ok until night fell, then all hell broke lose.  Unbeknown to us there is a nightclub just across the road and they started blasting music out there until about 8h30 Fri morning.  Needless to say, we got very little sleep.  We requested another apartment and so I had to pack everything in the suitcases again and we moved to hopefully our last apartment.  It's really nice but has no oven, which might call for one more move, if an apartment with an oven becomes available.

We both had our bouts of diarrhea, as we were told to expect.  Bataleur had some serious cramps but I gave him some immodium and he seems to be ok now.

Today we ventured out to the Airtel office to get connected.  It reminded me a bit of Singapore as you get a number as you enter.  Richard, one of the employees at the apartment, gave us a lift but because we had to wait a while to be served, he left us there.  It was within walking distance back.  While we were sitting there we realized we didn't have enough Niara, so I suggested we call the driver to take us to a money changer and then bring us back to Airtel. We did that and got all the modems and airtimes we needed but when we got outside, our driver had vanished.  So we walked back to the apartment, plugged in our modems and neither of us could connect.  We called customer service and they told me to change my profile name and it still wouldn't work.  They told Bataleur he needed an updated version of something on his modem. Then they said we must take both our laptops and modems into their offices again tomorrow.  We asked if there was a waiting period after the registration of the modems and they said no, we should be able to connect right away.  So we decided to watch a movie, got peckish and ordered in some samosas. OMW, I hope I don't die of food poisoning after eating them.  They were obviously cooked in fifty-times re-used oil as they were very dark but I had such a craving for something not out of a tin.  Then we tried connecting again and voila, both worked.


2 comments:

  1. I so love reading your blog... Maybe because I can relate. I'm sure you'll still learn to love Abuja and the real Africa. It's a magical experience overall, but not for sissies. Take care and enjoy....looking forward to your next post:-)

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  2. There are moments Elmarie when I can feel I could really learn to love this place. I've fallen in love with the people already. They are so gracious. In the short time we have here, I don't think I'll experience the real Nigerian way of life, though. Living here as an expat is quite different from living here.

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