Idanre, Dec. 2018
This time, I was prepared. I was ready to hike, camp, dance by the fire, bathe in the river and listen to the hills.
Our plan was to get to Idanre early, hike the hills, visit the ancient town, have lunch, descend the hill, explore ‘new’ Idanre then hike back up to set up our tents for the night.
Alphabets make this so easy.
Read my first experience, hiking tips and backstory of the ancient Idanre town HERE.
Lunch On Idanre Hills
I experienced the same process of mindfulness hiking up. Like, I could hear my thoughts and control the volume. The energy is different up there.
Between the missionary house and the ancient town, we found a narrow river. Very narrow!
According to our guide, the river sources water from the hills and never runs dry. He also describes this water as a miraculous one. One that solves every calamity with your belief.
“If you believe, it washes away your worries and restores what was,” our guide said in Yoruba.
I grew up with a sticker on our door, “IF YOU BELIEVE, HE SAVES“. How different can this be? The analogy of faith and belief. Anyways, I was out of drinking water, so I decided to refill my drinking bottle.
Why not, if not?
I went to a more settled end of the river and refilled my bottle. Found a rock to sit and said a prayer. I sat there watching others, then I washed my face, arms, and legs.
For what it is worth, the water felt good.
The most attractive thing in the ancient town [this time] is the clay walls. I was so attached, taking multiple photos of the red, cracked walls with signed windows. All happy signatures and marks that showed they were there.
Our guide showed us some hills with ‘enemy’ warriors trapped in it. He said we could hear them speak/have conversations at midnight.
“It will be great to know they are talking about technology and climate change,” I said.
After exploring the ancient town, we settled in a sheltering rock for lunch.
Silence Of The Hills
The weirdest (read best) part of our trip was that we planned to use a shared tent; a 6 – 8 person tent and someone left the rods behind. Like, who goes on a camping trip and forgets the rods to their camp tents? Weird flex!
This mistake led to my best moments on the hill… Sleeping under the bare sky.
I was laughing out loud in my head, mostly because of the sensitivity of this mistake. My perfect opportunity to sleep out in the open and admire the stars at every ‘sleep position’ change.
To be honest, I had a little moment of panic. I mean, it was a cloudy night. I thought it was going to rain. The stars were late, the clouds made shapes and faces. I could almost swear one looked like my late grandma.
Then I shook my worries, rainy night on the hill won’t be that bad. I had almost everything I needed for a cold night. Meditating amidst light or heavy showers on a mysterious hill sounds like a better Nollywood story.
It didn’t rain.
Through the late starry night, there was the bonfire, grilled Turkey, Fish and potatoes to appreciate. The fire lit our hill and casted our shadows on opposite hills.
My sleeping mat was adjacent to Antoine’s. He told stories of Greek gods and showed us their stars. We shared superstitions about cats across continents and waited for the hills to speak.
Guess what??? We didn’t hear shiiiiiiii!