So perhaps we should have been suspicious of Virgin Nigeria when they wouldn't take payments with US credit cards. But we were excited to find a flight from Accra, Ghana to Johannesburg, South Africa for only $800 per person. The only flight we had found previously was through London on British Airways for upwards of $5,000 which would have meant not going to Capetown. But now, as I sit typing this on my pda in word mobile, and we are stranded in an airport in Lagos, Nigeria with no baggage and no passports, I wonder if my mom wasn't right when she told me 'the bitterness of low quality lingers long after the sweetness of low cost.'
Today has me tempted to change the name of Juan's entry yesterday when a freak accident broke his contact in his eye from 'a difficult day' to merely 'an interesting day' by
comparison.
But back to the beginning of our Virgin Nigeria saga. We were told that they only accept UK credit cards but that we could pay in cash at the airport in Ghana. As this flight was our only way to get to Southern Africa, I decided I would feel much better if it was paid for and the tickets issued before we left the country. So we sent a check to Eric Rassman, a colleague from Anderson who was studying in London and was kind enough to agree to pay with his debit card. However the check took forever to clear and when it finally did Virgin Nigeria told him, the day before he had to leave London, that in order to be able to pay they would have to snail mail him a letter to his UK residence and he would have to write back a confirmation. So we were out banking fees, Eric had wasted time, and we now had to carry $1600 extra in cash to
Ghana.
We were able to pay for the tickets successfully upon arrival in Accra and got the most interesting hand written paper tickets. It was upon arriving back at the airport to leave Accra today that things took a bit of a turn for the worst. We were told that our connecting flight from Lagos, Nigeria to Jo-berg was cancelled and we would have to spend the night in Lagos, a place most definitely not on our top 5 vacation spots list. But, they said, they would 'take care of us'.
At this point we began to be skeptical of Virgin Nigeria. We were told we could only take one carry-on and after some scrambling for our most dear belongings, such as malaria pills and Juan's Rebel XT camera, we waved goodbye to our luggage, knowing we were likely not to see it again, and boarded the hot humid plane to Nigeria.
We arrived safely in Lagos, soon to be known as the Land of No Answers, since they could not tell us what hotel we would stay in, where our luggage was, or whether we would be able to leave the airport at all as we had no Nigerian visas.
The Land of No Answers:

After many hours that involved circling the airport with immigration officers, who kept our passports much to our dismay, many expensive calls home and to airports and hotels to sort out the changes in our itineraries, and a makeshift dinner of Ghanaen plaintain chips we bought on the street on the way to Accra airport, and rice and chicken from a Lagos airport café that was out of sandwiches and told Juan to come back in twenty minutes for his food and for his change, converstaions with our fellow stranded passenger Paolo who is an Italian who lived in Mozambique and the UK and is quite well travelled, and trying to get those answers that evaded us.....thanks to a friendly Virgin employee named Abba who showed a little initiative...things have finally looked up.
The answers are:
1. They have found all four of our bags and supposedly have them in their office
2. We cannot get a visa and will need to spend the night in the airport
3. Immigration will not give us back our passports until boarding time tomorrow morning
We are now in a comfortable airport lounge, a significant improvement over the random metal airport benches we spent hours in, where we will wait until morning. We were able to book a hotel in Johannesburg for tomorrow and reach the hotel in Livingstone that was supposed to pick us up at the airport tomorrow and let them know that we would be a day late. We still have not been able to reschedule our flight to Livingstone as all of South Africans offices are closed and their website happens to be down, but we will try again in the morning.
And best of all...there is internet access here! So Juan feels at home, and I am able to post this.
Blogging away:

All is well that ends well...and this saga will I think. It makes for some interesting blogging and lasting memories. While in the airport I got a text message from Sergei and told him where I was. He wrote back saying that Joan, who is well traveled, says hi and being stuck in Lagos is a given..shes been stuck here 3 times.
After banking fees in the UK ($60), an unknown number of cell phone calls at $3.49 per minute ($?), losing our Zambian visa waiver due to delayed arrival ($100), flight change fees from South African Airways, and exchanging a day in Victoria falls for a night in Lagos Airport, I am reminded of the time as an undergrad when I tried to save money by not buying the $75 parking pass at UCLA. After the third $45 ticket at expired meters I realized I would have been better of with the pass.
Right now the British Airways flight through London sounds awfully nice.
By the way, our last day in Accra, which I can't believe was earlier today, was lovely and included a trip to an Art market, lunch with our good friends from Net Impact Ghana (who we signed a memorandum of collaboration with) and my first official Ghanaen FuFu- a stew with
yam ball and goats meat.
Art Market

Collaboration Agreement with Net Impact Ghana

FuFu!


And so the real adventure begins.