Reflections of a Connected Traveller | 2

This a sequel of the story that started here

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I woke wondering what got Lara so excited. As my eyes cleared I saw it! I am still amazed at the rare beauty of the clouds sitting on these relatively low mountains.

So close to the clouds

Resting place of the clouds

Beauty only God could have created

Up till that moment, I had never considered that Nature could be this beautiful in Nigeria … and we had not yet gotten to Obudu town. Again, I blame this on living in Lagos for about two-thirds of my life. I had the same feeling on the Connected Road trip to Erin-Ijesha waterfall in Osun and the Ikogosi warm-springs in Ekiti last year. This totally trumped that trip’s beauty. As we drove on, we took loads of pictures – each one getting more spectacular and then came to the simple realization that this wasn’t a stroke of luck … the clouds sit on the mountains perpetually!

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Reflections of a Connected Traveller | 1

Connected Lagos organized a road trip to Calabar in July, 2015. It was a totally amazing trip, we had so much fun and returned safely to Lagos.

But I figure that you are not reading this to hear something as boring as that, so what about I tell you my own version of the trip? Obviously, I can’t recollect the events that happened while I was asleep or almost frustrated during our 25-hour total road time but I do have some pretty good memories. *filing my gist blade*

Like every other fun trip, the day started with so much excitement but I had a different grand plan: last-minute packing, get to the airport early and sleep on the way to Obudu from Calabar. The problem was I did not factor how this would work out with the diverse Connected crowd that came for the trip. At 5.30 am, “Olori oko” Bade gave me a wake up call sounding all excited and wanting to know if I was almost heading out. I had barely even woken up. By the time I was heading out, I got Whatsapp chats from others that had already arrived at the airport. Oh boy, the panic became real … and I still had to make a stop at a woman house