Saturday, March 17, 2012
The overwhelming crush of reverberating background noise is how I think I'm going to most remember Nigeria. The civic center - why on earth would anyone tile the interior of a meeting area with granite? It's beautiful, mind you, but effect when you stuff it full of enthusiastic Nigerian tech-heads is somewhat like what you'd expect from cutting loose with a foghorn in a shower stall. I swear - I was talking to people so close I could feel their breath on my face, and couldn't hear a word they were saying.
It was still great fun, of course, and felt like old times, back in the day when Google was this small, hip, crazy company that everyone adored. We got treated like rock stars just for showing up and dishing out the Google love and gospel. Honestly, though - it was good stuff, and I spent hours talking with developers and local bizdev folks, showing them how to get their businesses online and hook themselves into our maps. Until the jet lag blindsided me. I guess I should be surprised I lasted that long, but I was doing fine until I heard Peter's voice asking, faintly and from somewhere far away "Should we wake him for the team picture?" Apparently I'd fallen asleep upright in my chair, head cocked against the back wall.