“NOTHING but NOTHING can prepare you for what was about to happen at Lagos International Airport. Having landed at the original Lagos airport, all the passengers had to walk over the tarmac to the old, overcrowded passenger terminal. Straight out of the UK winter and into the dusty humid oppressive late morning heat of tropical Africa. Wham. After a busy queue at the immigration counter with not particularly friendly staff, through to the baggage reclaim, and out into a total scrum.

Taxi drivers, baggage handlers, beggars, touts, tarts, hawkers, hustlers, snake oil salesmen- they were all there shouting, pushing, shoving- Jasus, what have I got myself into.”

In this chapter I will take the reader through the first time I visited Africa. To say it was an eye opener, would be a total understatement.

And the concluding paragraph

“I had been staying with Ken and Jimmy Williams expecting to be gone in no time, but with three delayed departures, I kept returning each day to their kind hospitality, only to be given a nickname that stuck for years “The Boomerang.” He just kept coming back!”