Crowded market street in Kano
Today was a relaxed day; the only thing on the agenda was to pick up our passports from the Nigerien consulate. David spent the day doing maintenance on the car. Kano has a lot of different ethnic restaurants. On the same street as the camp alone, there is an Indian place, Lebanese, and Chinese. Today for lunch we tried our luck at the Lebanese. The schwarma was decent but they seemed to have forgotten our fries, took 20 minutes to prepare them and then by the time we got them they weren’t even cooked. Everyone had long finished their schwarmas at that point. Such is life.
One of the non-street signs
The roads are a nuisance here. When we were driving back to the consulate to pick up the passports we had to navigate through the mess of traffic circles and market streets where everything just comes to a standstill. Even worse, our city map showed streets coming off the traffic circles that simply did not exist. Streets were not necessarily marked with the names that are written on the map but instead the street signs state inspirational Islamic adages. We passed by a few “There is no God but Allah” streets. So we got a little sidetracked trying to get to the consulate; but at least we got there on time.
When we arrived at the office, we then had to wait while they filled out our visas in front of us; I guess they wanted to get the money in hand before they filled the visas out. Our visas are now in order and we will leave for Niger in the morning!
