On the way to Calabar we had some days driving from early morning to late evenings, only stopping at the police and military checkpoints where they had made it impossible to drive past and for quick pee breaks. All nights were spent right by the roads, except for one night where we were camping inside a school in a village near Benin City. Lots of people from the village came to visit, many offering their service as our security guards. Even though we kindly refused all offers we had the police visiting us drunk with sirens and guns in the middle of the night, asking for money and telling us that they would keep us safe. Noone wanted us any harm though and we did not bother anyone as we left the school before the children arrived early next morning.
The week we spent waiting for our Cameroonian visas in Calabar turned our to be quite interesting too. Since I had spent a night in the Nigerian bush puking, sweating, twisting and turning like I was gonna die, I had promised myself to get checked for malaria, which apparently I had. When we got to the hospital there were noone there as all the doctors were on strike. The reason being that two doctors with one of their wives had been kidnapped by some bandits who demanded 60 million Nairas for their release. Luckily the nurses were still there who could do a simple blood test for me and tell me which drugs to get at the pharmacy for self treatment.
60 million Nairas equals 300 000€ calculated by the official rate. Going by the black market rate it would be about 50% less. When we found out that euros were that high in demand we exchanged hundreds of euros to gain money, but what we did not realise was that Nigerian money can not be exchanged outside of the country and by exchanging back we would get a horrible rate, so at the end we had heaps of money to spend which gave us some really good last days in Nigeria.