There should be a manual on how to navigate adulthood. My schedule has been crazy back to back I forgot to post a recap of my road trip to Idanre hills. This is a continuation of the Erin Ijesha waterfall trip here
I thought I was going to wake up with swollen legs and ankles (the last time I climbed a mountain 4000 ft above sea level, took a nap and woke up with painless swollen ankles) but lo and behold I was well relaxed and so was everyone. Got ready and was prepared for everything the new day had to throw at us. Checking google maps for directions to Idanre Hills while having breakfast, I discovered there is a mall in Akure, five minutes away from the hotel.
Yea, you guessed right, we definitely checked out the mall.
Mall shopping and window shopping✔
Everyone in the car✔
We hit the road
Ondo State is our very own town of a thousand hills. Growing up, I thought Ekiti State had the best forms of hills you could ever imagine, I mean, the mountain formations in Efon Alaye are wonderful. The sights are beautiful, in less than 30 minutes, we were in Idanre Hills.
We are all familiar with the 682 steps up the hill and all but I learned about some amazing things:
- There is a high priest that goes up the hill every evening to sleep in a house up the hill. “You do not wear clothes into his house and you also cannot enter the hut uninvited. You cannot also wear shoes into his place, that is how powerful he is. He is one of the revered people in the whole community, both in the old and new Idanre.”
- There is a bush facing the mausoleum which no one except the king is allowed to step on. The story behind it is, there’s an annual festival of a golden crown. Our tour guide explained that the present king of the town must come up the hill to wear the crown, he will dance from a spot here to the other. While he is dancing, the crown on his head will be expanding until it reaches the size of his body and strolls down. Before the crown touches the ground (which is a taboo), the drumming changes and the crown starts coming back up the king’s head, until it assumes its original shape. The interesting part is other people present are not allowed to dance to the music, they can only watch.
- There are some people who still live on the hill. They go up and down the hills every day
We walked through various bush parts and I didn’t even flinch (AyoDeji of last year won’t even go any further. I would have turned back from the top of the hill overseeing the town).
Young men carry this stone to show if they are fit to get married when Idanre people were still up on the hills. According to our tour guide, this is where the mother of the first Ogboni member was buried.
We saw a rock looking like Noah’s Ark, but was too tired to take a picture. We got down from the hill around 2 pm, bought some history books and got back on the road. This time, we took another route back to Lagos. It was a straight road from Akure all the way to Ibadan in Oyo State.
We stopped to buy some fruits. I wanted to buy Tangerine, pointed to the bucket of tangerine and asked the seller if she would be kind enough to sell half of it – in my mind, I was thinking the whole bucket would probably be N1,000 or N1,500
Woman: Anti e kukura gbogbo e, N500 noni bucket kan (aunty, just buy everything)
Me: Plantain nko
Woman: N1200 ni last price
The car was filled with fruits because CHEAP! *side eye Lagos* By 6 p.m., we were back in Lagos State.
7 a.m., the next day, I was en route Ogun State. I love the road travel life.