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Wow.. upon seeing the article headline, I actually thought "heh, he's probably talking about the Dakar airport"
Through circumstances that still baffle me, I found myself there two years ago.. upon arrival, I was standing in the line approaching the customs counter in amazing heat and humidity (amazing as it was perfectly temperate outside), and the heavily-cologned guy in back of me was standing so close that I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. He had his carry-on bag on the floor, and every time the line moved forward, he'd kick it against the back of my legs. Welcome to Senegal!
Then there was this main corridor where the ceiling suddenly drops down to head-skimming level. Perhaps I was rash in not anticipating the dangers of hitting my head on the ceiling in the *airport*!
All in all, it reminded me of this one Greyhound terminal in Sacramento.