We booted it back to the hotel and dragged our luggage out and hoped in a cab to the border, which is literally the edge of Lome, 5 minutes with no traffic. As we pulled into the border area people were running beside the moving car trying to negotiate carrying our bags on our heads for us as we crossed the border. Now, with all my extra purchases I had added an extra bag, and had considered getting a porter to help me over the border, but the throng was just too intimidating. When we got out of the cab, there was at least 15 people clamouring to get in the trunk. Dan and I both announced that we wouldn't be using any porters.
We did a last round of shopping and then we headed to the airport, which only has two gates as far as I can tell, but yet, it's still as confusing as a rat maze.
We stopped in Lagos again on the way back, while we were fuelling, it started to rain. The rain got really bad, and there was thunder and lightening. Ash hates lightening. She's not too fond of taking off and landing in planes either. Usually Dan and I are pretty calm fliers, but this take off was pretty hairy even for us. After a while the pilot taxied out to the runway and went up and down a few times, testing brakes and traction. When he decided it was safe to go, we were right at the end of the tarmac when we finally left the ground and the plane had to ascend at a really deep angle. Knowing that those airports only have visual air traffic control doesn't lend much confidence to the situation in my mind.
We hung out in McDonalds the whole morning in Frankfurt while connecting. I went out of the transit area so I could get a stamp in my passport, the stamp sucked and the lady at the security took my anti-itch cream off me on the way back because it was 118ml instead of 100ml - I hope that lady gets mosquito bites all over her body one day and I'm there to take away her anti-itch cream. Boo-urns!