I grew up in Nigeria and my first thought when I considered today’s post was sifting through all the plane trips I took abroad, trying to recall which was my very first.
Then it hit me… My first international trip didn’t involve a plane at all!
It was a road trip we took as a family (not the whole family though, just some of us) to Cotonou in Benin which is a next door neighbor to Nigeria.
I have no idea why I didn’t initially consider it an “international” trip, I guess because it didn’t involve the usual trappings of international travel… A passport, an airport, customs and immigration search, etc.
I recall it seemed to be a spur-of-the-moment trip… One minute we were lounging at home and the next we were bundled into the car and driving to somewhere I didn’t know.
I knew we were going to Cotonou, I just didn’t know Cotonou…
When we got to the border and could see it from across the river/body of water that separated the two countries, I remember thinking… “Wow… That’s a whole different country over there…”
I was just in absolute awe at the very thought…
And we hadn’t even crossed over yet! 🙂
The very idea that the people on the other side of the water were not Nigerian and were from a “foreign country” just blew my mind… I completely disregarded the fact that I was the one who was about to become a foreigner in their land…
Cotonou was a good primer for future international trips that did involve going to an international airport and getting on a plane and passports and immigration and customs, and all that fun stuff.
I have since made additional trips to other African countries as well as countries on other continents.
My goal is to touch every continent at least once before I die and make my final international trip to heaven. 🙂
Catch up on my previous posts for this challenge:
To see the complete list of writing prompts, go here.