"Okada! (Pronounced just like it's spelled, okada is what they call motorbikes here. Apparently it is also acceptable to address the drivers as, "Bike.") Which way Obudu?"
The pleasant surprises didn't stop there. We rented a three-bedroom villa that was absolutely darling with its whitewashed beadboard walls and wicker furniture. We drank wine and played games while cuddling under blankets and taking in the breathtaking views over the valley. Yes, blankets - the air on top of the mountain was crisp and clean and chilly! We found a refreshing oasis at Obudu Mountain Resort; none of us could believe we were still in Nigeria.
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