I really have no luck with flying... but I've been blessed with good connections in life ( *´艸`)

Article published at: Sep 13, 2024 Article author: 嶋泰宣 Article tag: こんにちはマート
飛行機運が本当にない…が、人のご縁には恵まれた人生ってお話( *´艸`)
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If you read my previous column, it may seem as if I was able to fly out of Nigeria without any problems, but I have never been lucky with airplanes by birth, and I have rarely had the experience of being able to board a plane smoothly...

When I went to San Francisco and Los Angeles for the first time, I was asked at the immigration office, "You know, you've shoplifted perfume in the past and been jailed for a minor crime, right?"

(No, no, this is my first time in America, so it's not just a misdemeanor.

I can’t do anything… (´;ω;`) Uuuu)

For example, when I traveled around the former Yugoslavia, I was told that my passport couldn't be read because the national server had gone down right in front of the airport entrance gate. I waited for four hours but it still hadn't been restored, and the plane I was supposed to board took off right in front of me. I also got stuck in a mysterious traffic jam that wasn't even on Google Maps, and couldn't get on my plane. I really have no luck with flying...

And this time, Lagos International Airport in Nigeria.

There was no way I would be able to board the plane without any problems...I was asked to hand over my ticket stub.

I have a habit of throwing away things like airline ticket stubs and luggage tags right away.

I threw it away and don't have it anymore.

You're an illegal immigrant, aren't you?

No, no... Nigeria does not have a tourist visa, only a business visa can enter. It may be rude, but Japanese people do not stay illegally in such a country and backward country lol.

Luckily, I had a business visa printed on my passport, so I was able to get through without any problems, and then my baggage was inspected.

We immediately went to another room...

My luggage was opened up and the Nigerian specialty coffee wine that I had received from a director of the Nigerian Baseball and Softball Association was confiscated.

This is delicious, right?! You have a good one! Give it to me! And...

Next, they open your wallet and tell you that you can't get on the plane unless you give them some money (゚Д゚)

After repeatedly refusing and resisting, he called a nearby airport police officer for help...

Hey!? How much did you give this guy!? Give some to me too! (-_-)/~~~Peeeeee! Peeeeee! And...

Even the police officers are unreliable in Nigeria... corrupt politicians, corrupt police officers...

"Nigeria," the children in Makoko said, is a country where adults are corrupt.

I felt sad and lonely thinking that this was reality, but I donated $5 each, for a total of $10.

Stolen and liberated...

There are probably not many Japanese people who go to Nigeria, but if you do, please give me a receipt when you ask for pocket money. I'll give it to you if you give me a receipt. My company gets angry if I spend money without a receipt. Can you provide a receipt?

When I say that, they get annoyed and say, "I don't care anymore, go away!" (laughs)

Even at airports in Japan, baggage is inspected only once, but in Nigeria it is inspected six times...

Every time, they would open my luggage and give me something...

Phew... After six rounds of baggage inspection, we were finally able to board the plane.

The man sitting next to me was a Nigerian man with a strong physique.

I am a smoker and went to the smoking area during my transit in Ethiopia.

Apparently the strong man next door was also a smoker, and he was like, "Oh! You smoke too! That's good! I was worried that people would say I smell like cigarettes!" (laughs)

We hit it off in Ethiopia, and continued to chat on the plane, arriving at Narita Airport just after midnight. My luggage came out first, so I said goodbye to him.

I had missed the last train, so I had no choice but to take a taxi home, when a strong man approached me.

He looked confused and was looking around. I asked him what was wrong.

I'm going to Nagoya tomorrow, and I wanted to mail a package, but both Sagawa and Yamato are closed so I can't send it...

Oh no, it's closed at this time, so I'll have to take it back to the hotel.

So, when I asked where the hotel was, I was told they couldn't get in touch with the person who made the hotel reservation.

Ahhh... a common occurrence in Nigeria. Travel agencies committing booking fraud.

They only made me pay the fee up front, but then they didn't actually make a reservation and just disappeared (-.-)y-゜゜゜

He wanted to go to Nagoya on the first train tomorrow, so I took him back to Shinagawa by taxi, and searched for a hotel near Shinagawa. Since it was already late at night, there were no rooms available for online reservations, so I had no choice but to call and inquire.

The reception of a long-established, prestigious hotel in front of Shinagawa Station... I'm sorry. Mr. Shima was not staying at the hotel.

Is this hotel only for Nigerian guests? Sorry, we do not accept African guests only.

*This type of discrimination still exists in Japanese hotels...

Phew... next I'll call a business hotel.

Here too, we could stay, but Mr. Shima would have to come to the check-in counter, be the guarantor for that person, and would we be able to get a deposit and Mr. Shima's credit card?... Just how little can Africans be trusted?

"Yes, yes, that's fine." I waited for the taxi and went to the hotel check-in counter.

Then, because it was late at night, I wanted to exchange money at the airport, but I only had US dollars. In Nigeria, credit cards are not in circulation, so in principle,

I paid in Naira or US dollars. I asked the hotel receptionist if I could pay in US dollars.

We are not accepting it... Well, what we don't have, and what we can't use, we can't use.

I paid for his accommodation, so we exchanged WhatsApp accounts to keep in touch.

Even though it was the middle of the night, I was sure I would be hungry, so I exchanged the minimum amount of Japanese yen that I could afford, and everything turned out fine.

He then safely boarded the first Shinkansen train to Nagoya.

He's a great guy and we still keep in touch! ( *´艸`)!

Although my life is full of accidents, I have been fortunate to have many good connections with people.

This strange journey and my meeting with him will be a great opportunity for me to work on the Nigeria project.

This would lead to connections with those in power.

~To be continued~

⚾WE ARE ONE TEAM⚾

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