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Hmmm

was here during a school excursion last year. definitely worth it .

Bro, check your PM,
Lets hook up, and tour Nigeria National Parks.

Nice write up.

OBALORLA:
As a child, we lived in a face-me-I-face-you apartment where Iya Bukky during one of her weekly tales by moonlight told us about a sacred spring in her hometown (Ekiti) where two bodies of water (one very cold and the other so hot that it can be used in making Eba) flowed continuously.

I have since then nurtured the ambition of visiting this mysterious site provided I still breath in air. The lifelong dream finally came to pass on the 2nd of February 2018 when Mr Tayo Sonuga of Haven Homes sponsored my quest.



The Journey
The fear of repeating what happened on my trip to the suspended Lake in Ado Awaye made me wake up as early as 4:30am even though I barely slept throughout the night, I bathed and left with my bag already stuffed with my most important travelling items.

https://i0.wp.com/www.nomadicnegro.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/20180203_074001.jpg?resize=768%2C627
What else?

The goal was simple: get to the bus park before 6am and Leave Lagos with the very first bus destined for Ekiti. So I dashed off to Sabo bus stop, joined a bus (N150) to Ojota, where I was fortunate enough to be the fourth passenger aboard the 14-seater bus. This gave me the golden opportunity of choosing a befitting seat in the middle row just by the window. I gladly paid the required N2,500 to the bus conductor and didn’t bother about the departure time.

Departure and Arrival
Since leaving the park by 8:12am, the bus stopped only on two occasions, first was at a gas station to refuel and the second was when a woman behind me threatened that she’d poo in the bus if the driver didn’t stop for her. I remained rooted to my seat since one of the rules I learnt which worked wonders was to never eat anything until I’m half way into the journey.

https://i0.wp.com/www.nomadicnegro.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/20180203_013541-1.jpg?resize=768%2C576
The journey lasted for approximately 6 hours and everything was alright except for the uncomfortable bus seats

Abenimenu Hotel: watery first impression 2:15PM
On alighting at Aramoko junction, about 10 bikers raced towards me. You’d think feed just poured into a catfish pond. Each with the goal of carrying the newly arrived Lagos prince. I spent about 5 seconds enjoying the moment before I finally decided on going with David because he was the most responsibly dressed.

“Take me to a Hotel”, I said as soon as I hopped on his bike. And like he already knew my intentions, he sped off without uttering a word. Whilst on transit, I asked if he knew where the popular Ikogosi warm and cold spring was, and he started a story of how he had been there more than any other biker in town. Whether or not he was lying wasn’t my concern. I punched his number on my phone on getting to the hotel’s gate, gave him N100 instead of the N150 he had initially requested as I made my way to the reception, he kicked his bike back to life and disappeared into the thick fog.

“I can’t stay here”. I muttered to myself as Tola (not the real name of the daughter of the hotel owner who also doubled as the hotel attendant) gave me a tour around the one storey building where the family also lived.

Me : when will you ‘on’ gen?

Tola: 7pm and we will off it by 10pm.

Me: ‘issorite.’

https://i2.wp.com/www.nomadicnegro.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/20180202_134016-1.jpg?resize=768%2C432
My phone’s camera actually made this a bit appealing.

“Please come and take me elsewhere”, I blurted over the phone to David as soon as I stepped outside the gate. He must have sensed my trouble judging by the speed he arrived with. He didn’t ask me further questions.

He Took Me Straight To Agbadaoje

https://i2.wp.com/www.nomadicnegro.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/20180203_082147.jpg?resize=768%2C432

A night at Agbadaoje guest house (where I waited for Damola, my supposed host on this trip) costs N3,000. The rooms contained just the most basic of needs. A good bed, Fan, working table and a clean toilet, all of which the previous hotel lacked. The most important feature was that Unlike Abenimenu, they’d power the generator by 6pm and run it all through the night.

I had squatted with Damola from my 2nd to 4th year in school and I hadn’t seen him since I last hosted him in my hood. I let out a soft smile when his call came in few seconds after I had settled, so it wasn’t difficult for David to return in time to take us to Ikogosi.

At Ikogosi Warm and Cold Spring
The road which leads to Ikogosi from Aramoko was so smooth that we got tired of the ride. The more defiant the bike was at getting us to our destination, the fiercer wind forced tears out of my eyes. Shrubs of trees wiped our legs at every bend. David too didn’t disappoint as he did all he could to make us believe Fayose is the best thing to happen to Nigeria after Jollof rice.


https://i0.wp.com/www.nomadicnegro.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/20180202_164753.jpg?resize=768%2C432
This road leads to Ikogosi

We finally arrived at Ikogosi by 3:20pm.

“A lot of planning must have gone into the construction of this edifice”, I thought within me as we ventured into the first gate. We soon got to the main entrance where the ticketing room sat confidently in front of the reception. We were billed to pay N500 each by a woman who seemed to be enjoying her job but we negotiated N1,000 for the three of us and she agreed.

We were left to our fate (as soon as payment was made) to venture into this forest alone without any guide. I asked if there were no tour guides available and the response was that they don’t come on Fridays. I became numb.

A few other persons were ahead of us so we followed suit along a wooden walkway as the flows from the spring in a calm manner made their way joyously beneath the bridge, emitting an uncoordinated string of sharp whispers in the process. One could see what was beneath the waters.

https://i0.wp.com/www.nomadicnegro.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/DSC_1863.jpg?resize=768%2C512
The uniqueness of Ikogosi lies in the fact that each of the two separate springs (cold and warm) still maintained its thermal properties until their meeting at a confluence with . Research suggested that the warm spring has a temperature of about 70oC at the source and 37oC at the confluence.


https://i2.wp.com/www.nomadicnegro.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/arinta5.jpg?resize=768%2C512

https://i1.wp.com/www.nomadicnegro.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/arinta4.jpg?resize=768%2C512

Save for the awesome road network leading to Ikogosi from Aramoko and how stunned I was on feeling the flow from both streams, I actually didn’t find the destination all that interesting. There was no form of adventure in Ikogosi Unlike the perilous climb at Erin Ijesha or the unending trek down the point of no return in the coast of Badagry.

Side Attractions
There exists a mini store where food and drinks are sold and there’s also a swimming pool right in front of the bar for those who fancy swimming and drinking.

https://i1.wp.com/www.nomadicnegro.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/arinta3.jpg?resize=768%2C512
The Mini store

https://i0.wp.com/www.nomadicnegro.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/arinta2.jpg?resize=768%2C512
The pool

Since my mission was just to witness yet another Nigerian Tourist attraction, I wasted no time in summoning my team for a few more pictures before eventually leaving for Arinta Waterfall, which was just about 15 minutes ride away. The time was almost 4:00pm.

Arinta Waterfall
At Arinta, we met no living thing (ok, I think we saw two butterflies mating at the gate) at the entrance because the place was locked. But we can’t afford to travel this far without accomplishing our aim, so we decided to take an alternative route just by the right side of the gate since the premises wasn’t fenced round. This was following Damola’s suggestion. though David was a little hesitant, but he later agreed to go with us.

https://i2.wp.com/www.nomadicnegro.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/20180202_164954.jpg?resize=768%2C432
You can tell from this picture how undervalued Tourism is on this part of the world.

Things became a bit scarier as I was made to lead the team. Afterall it was my course.

https://i2.wp.com/www.nomadicnegro.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/DSC_1934.jpg?resize=768%2C512

https://i1.wp.com/www.nomadicnegro.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/20180202_164742.jpg?resize=768%2C432
It appears nothing is happening here

https://i0.wp.com/www.nomadicnegro.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/arinta6.jpg?resize=768%2C512
Damola

https://i0.wp.com/www.nomadicnegro.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/arinta7.jpg?resize=768%2C512
David

Before going back to the hotel, David suggested we made a brief detour to a sacred river where it was rumoured that the fishes never died. It is said that whoever catches them for food is only deceiving himself because these fishes will never get cooked, no matter how angry the fire is.

He as well advised we go with bread as that’s what the fishes love so we bought N100 bread and fed it to them before leaving.

https://i2.wp.com/www.nomadicnegro.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/Arinta8.jpg?resize=768%2C512
Damola and his newly found friends

We decided it was ideal that we went in search of food so David wasted no time in suggesting a restaurant run by Ajala, a man I guess would be in his early 30s. I opted for a portion of pounded yam, Damola said he’d be fine with Ofada and David seemed cool with jollof rice. I handed Ajala N1,050 for the food, which was N350 for each person including the takeaway packs. Accompanied with a bottle of Origin, the pounded yam and goat meat arrived their respective destinations unhurt.

https://i0.wp.com/www.nomadicnegro.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/arinta10.jpg?resize=768%2C432
Ekiti is truly the home of pounded yam

I handed David N2,500 for all his troubles and he promised to come back the following day to pick me when I was ready to go to Ondo.

I don’t know what I was discussing with Damola before I fell asleep but I woke up by 11:56pm for the toilet. As I emptied my bowel. I suspected that the vegetable I took with the pounded yam were the culprit. I wrote a bit about my day and read a few pages from my book before sleeping again by 2:00am, waking up 4 hours later to prepare for my final trip in South West Nigeria to Ondo.



I’m actually thinking this trip wasn’t that fun due to my robust expectations. Have you been to any of these places before? kindly share your experience using the comment section.



I document all my travel adventures Here:

Source: http://www.nomadicnegro.com/ikogosi-and-arinta-waterfall/

erm im sorry but if u were advertising for dat hotel u for just talk am
camera or not dt bed looks neat
try(and dis includes most nigerians to differentiate between a motel and a hotel)

Good stuff here!
Nigerians not engaging in local tourism as expected has a whole lot to do with the Security situation as well as the economic situation, i hope things get better in the coming months, because it pains me deeply to see so much enjoyables wasting....

toslad:
I was also in Ikogosi recently. I was also not very impressed by what I saw but intrigued by the history (myth) behind the place - the hot water being a hot tempered wife while the cold water was the cool tempered wife! I went on a Saturday, so we had a tour guide. I didn't know about tour guides not been available on Fridays though.

A guy came all the way from Lagos only to get some water, claiming he uses it in his lab. It was one of the places I desired to go and I was glad I did. Not very impressed but nice place.

was there difference in temperature of both waters? Was only really very cold and the other really hot. Will like to visit there someday

Bravo!

I really enjoyed your write up.

Congrats

nice write up but you made us curious about the stories you were told of how hot the water was and you didn't eventually tell us how hot it is.

Was your question answered? when you felt the hot water, was it as rumoured?

Ask the state Govt what they have done so far to promote the tourist centred ..nothing !

My team at work took the exactly the same trip for our team building in 2016

We lodged at Ikogosi, visited the fish that don't die, then went to Arinta waterfall

I think I enjoyed the trip Cuz we were much.

We also had a pool party by their pool... It was actually fun

Nice writ OP.
Sorry it fell short of your expectation. Nigeria still sucks at this. Tourism being a major source of IGR for countries with less nature's wonders than ours.

This threads brings goose bumps and shrills of nostalgia as Ikogosi is probably my most vivid memory as a kid. Unlike OP I had no expectation (as a kid) also because if was perhaps a business/pleasure trip for my dad and his Korean business partners and we just had to tag along.

My first memory was the hysteria of witnessing a naturally springing hot water from underground. And as a curious kid, I would have dug that ground to find the source too.
Unfortunately it's also memorable cos it was my first travel sickness which nearly ruined the whole experience.
And just when I thought it couldn't get worse I got cut by a broken tile inside the pool (really wish I sued).

It would have been a bad experience but for the great company of my typical Nigerian family ogling at the Korean aliens lol while my bad-mouthed cousin steadily always found fault in everything they did. It was fun after all.

Hopefully one day soon, we'll start getting it right. I really hope Nigerians would take the bull by the horns this coming elections and demand for our choice leaders and not those enforced on us.

Until the emphasis on oyel money is de-emphasized, we will continue to treat tourism with disdain in this country. Sad

Nice one. Please your t-shirt.... Who made it for you? Would love to get some personalized printed tees.

OBALORLA:
As a child, we lived in a face-me-I-face-you apartment where Iya Bukky during one of her weekly tales by moonlight told us about a sacred spring in her hometown (Ekiti) where two bodies of water (one very cold and the other so hot that it can be used in making Eba) flowed continuously.

I have since then nurtured the ambition of visiting this mysterious site provided I still breath in air. The lifelong dream finally came to pass on the 2nd of February 2018 when Mr Tayo Sonuga of Haven Homes sponsored my quest.



The Journey
The fear of repeating what happened on my trip to the suspended Lake in Ado Awaye made me wake up as early as 4:30am even though I barely slept throughout the night, I bathed and left with my bag already stuffed with my most important travelling items.

https://i0.wp.com/www.nomadicnegro.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/20180203_074001.jpg?resize=768%2C627
What else?

The goal was simple: get to the bus park before 6am and Leave Lagos with the very first bus destined for Ekiti. So I dashed off to Sabo bus stop, joined a bus (N150) to Ojota, where I was fortunate enough to be the fourth passenger aboard the 14-seater bus. This gave me the golden opportunity of choosing a befitting seat in the middle row just by the window. I gladly paid the required N2,500 to the bus conductor and didn’t bother about the departure time.

Departure and Arrival
Since leaving the park by 8:12am, the bus stopped only on two occasions, first was at a gas station to refuel and the second was when a woman behind me threatened that she’d poo in the bus if the driver didn’t stop for her. I remained rooted to my seat since one of the rules I learnt which worked wonders was to never eat anything until I’m half way into the journey.

https://i0.wp.com/www.nomadicnegro.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/20180203_013541-1.jpg?resize=768%2C576
The journey lasted for approximately 6 hours and everything was alright except for the uncomfortable bus seats

Abenimenu Hotel: watery first impression 2:15PM
On alighting at Aramoko junction, about 10 bikers raced towards me. You’d think feed just poured into a catfish pond. Each with the goal of carrying the newly arrived Lagos prince. I spent about 5 seconds enjoying the moment before I finally decided on going with David because he was the most responsibly dressed.

“Take me to a Hotel”, I said as soon as I hopped on his bike. And like he already knew my intentions, he sped off without uttering a word. Whilst on transit, I asked if he knew where the popular Ikogosi warm and cold spring was, and he started a story of how he had been there more than any other biker in town. Whether or not he was lying wasn’t my concern. I punched his number on my phone on getting to the hotel’s gate, gave him N100 instead of the N150 he had initially requested as I made my way to the reception, he kicked his bike back to life and disappeared into the thick fog.

“I can’t stay here”. I muttered to myself as Tola (not the real name of the daughter of the hotel owner who also doubled as the hotel attendant) gave me a tour around the one storey building where the family also lived.

Me : when will you ‘on’ gen?

Tola: 7pm and we will off it by 10pm.

Me: ‘issorite.’

https://i2.wp.com/www.nomadicnegro.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/20180202_134016-1.jpg?resize=768%2C432
My phone’s camera actually made this a bit appealing.

“Please come and take me elsewhere”, I blurted over the phone to David as soon as I stepped outside the gate. He must have sensed my trouble judging by the speed he arrived with. He didn’t ask me further questions.

He Took Me Straight To Agbadaoje

https://i2.wp.com/www.nomadicnegro.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/20180203_082147.jpg?resize=768%2C432

A night at Agbadaoje guest house (where I waited for Damola, my supposed host on this trip) costs N3,000. The rooms contained just the most basic of needs. A good bed, Fan, working table and a clean toilet, all of which the previous hotel lacked. The most important feature was that Unlike Abenimenu, they’d power the generator by 6pm and run it all through the night.

I had squatted with Damola from my 2nd to 4th year in school and I hadn’t seen him since I last hosted him in my hood. I let out a soft smile when his call came in few seconds after I had settled, so it wasn’t difficult for David to return in time to take us to Ikogosi.

At Ikogosi Warm and Cold Spring
The road which leads to Ikogosi from Aramoko was so smooth that we got tired of the ride. The more defiant the bike was at getting us to our destination, the fiercer wind forced tears out of my eyes. Shrubs of trees wiped our legs at every bend. David too didn’t disappoint as he did all he could to make us believe Fayose is the best thing to happen to Nigeria after Jollof rice.


https://i0.wp.com/www.nomadicnegro.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/20180202_164753.jpg?resize=768%2C432
This road leads to Ikogosi

We finally arrived at Ikogosi by 3:20pm.

“A lot of planning must have gone into the construction of this edifice”, I thought within me as we ventured into the first gate. We soon got to the main entrance where the ticketing room sat confidently in front of the reception. We were billed to pay N500 each by a woman who seemed to be enjoying her job but we negotiated N1,000 for the three of us and she agreed.

We were left to our fate (as soon as payment was made) to venture into this forest alone without any guide. I asked if there were no tour guides available and the response was that they don’t come on Fridays. I became numb.

A few other persons were ahead of us so we followed suit along a wooden walkway as the flows from the spring in a calm manner made their way joyously beneath the bridge, emitting an uncoordinated string of sharp whispers in the process. One could see what was beneath the waters.

https://i0.wp.com/www.nomadicnegro.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/DSC_1863.jpg?resize=768%2C512
The uniqueness of Ikogosi lies in the fact that each of the two separate springs (cold and warm) still maintained its thermal properties until their meeting at a confluence with . Research suggested that the warm spring has a temperature of about 70oC at the source and 37oC at the confluence.


https://i2.wp.com/www.nomadicnegro.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/arinta5.jpg?resize=768%2C512

https://i1.wp.com/www.nomadicnegro.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/arinta4.jpg?resize=768%2C512

Save for the awesome road network leading to Ikogosi from Aramoko and how stunned I was on feeling the flow from both streams, I actually didn’t find the destination all that interesting. There was no form of adventure in Ikogosi Unlike the perilous climb at Erin Ijesha or the unending trek down the point of no return in the coast of Badagry.

Side Attractions
There exists a mini store where food and drinks are sold and there’s also a swimming pool right in front of the bar for those who fancy swimming and drinking.

https://i1.wp.com/www.nomadicnegro.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/arinta3.jpg?resize=768%2C512
The Mini store

https://i0.wp.com/www.nomadicnegro.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/arinta2.jpg?resize=768%2C512
The pool

Since my mission was just to witness yet another Nigerian Tourist attraction, I wasted no time in summoning my team for a few more pictures before eventually leaving for Arinta Waterfall, which was just about 15 minutes ride away. The time was almost 4:00pm.

Arinta Waterfall
At Arinta, we met no living thing (ok, I think we saw two butterflies mating at the gate) at the entrance because the place was locked. But we can’t afford to travel this far without accomplishing our aim, so we decided to take an alternative route just by the right side of the gate since the premises wasn’t fenced round. This was following Damola’s suggestion. though David was a little hesitant, but he later agreed to go with us.

https://i2.wp.com/www.nomadicnegro.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/20180202_164954.jpg?resize=768%2C432
You can tell from this picture how undervalued Tourism is on this part of the world.

Things became a bit scarier as I was made to lead the team. Afterall it was my course.

https://i2.wp.com/www.nomadicnegro.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/DSC_1934.jpg?resize=768%2C512

https://i1.wp.com/www.nomadicnegro.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/20180202_164742.jpg?resize=768%2C432
It appears nothing is happening here

https://i0.wp.com/www.nomadicnegro.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/arinta6.jpg?resize=768%2C512
Damola

https://i0.wp.com/www.nomadicnegro.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/arinta7.jpg?resize=768%2C512
David

Before going back to the hotel, David suggested we made a brief detour to a sacred river where it was rumoured that the fishes never died. It is said that whoever catches them for food is only deceiving himself because these fishes will never get cooked, no matter how angry the fire is.

He as well advised we go with bread as that’s what the fishes love so we bought N100 bread and fed it to them before leaving.

https://i2.wp.com/www.nomadicnegro.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/Arinta8.jpg?resize=768%2C512
Damola and his newly found friends

We decided it was ideal that we went in search of food so David wasted no time in suggesting a restaurant run by Ajala, a man I guess would be in his early 30s. I opted for a portion of pounded yam, Damola said he’d be fine with Ofada and David seemed cool with jollof rice. I handed Ajala N1,050 for the food, which was N350 for each person including the takeaway packs. Accompanied with a bottle of Origin, the pounded yam and goat meat arrived their respective destinations unhurt.

https://i0.wp.com/www.nomadicnegro.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/arinta10.jpg?resize=768%2C432
Ekiti is truly the home of pounded yam

I handed David N2,500 for all his troubles and he promised to come back the following day to pick me when I was ready to go to Ondo.

I don’t know what I was discussing with Damola before I fell asleep but I woke up by 11:56pm for the toilet. As I emptied my bowel. I suspected that the vegetable I took with the pounded yam were the culprit. I wrote a bit about my day and read a few pages from my book before sleeping again by 2:00am, waking up 4 hours later to prepare for my final trip in South West Nigeria to Ondo.



I’m actually thinking this trip wasn’t that fun due to my robust expectations. Have you been to any of these places before? kindly share your experience using the comment section.



I document all my travel adventures Here:

Source: http://www.nomadicnegro.com/ikogosi-and-arinta-waterfall/

i prefer Erin ijesha to ikogosi .

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Ikogosi warm spring is actually nice ,visited there back then as an undergraduate of EKSu ..my 1st experience we went late in the night for a hostel party ,we hired 2 buses .. On getting there we met students from another school Rufus giwa poly and nearby crown poly students ..there was maximum fun that night .Its a nice place to go and clear ur head or just have nice time with bae

Ikogosi warm spring is one of those sites that is dying in Nigeria because of lack of attention...I just wish the government can see tourism as a money making industry, then tourism can be a thing to talk about in Nigeria

Flexherbal:
"ALL OUR DREAMS CAN COME TRUE, IF WE HAVE THE COURAGE TO PURSUE THEM."

– WALT DISNEY

Fact
Meanwhile, the best form of learning still remains traveling

IMASTEX:
Fact
Meanwhile, the best form of learning still remains traveling

Respect, sir !

W

It's ok
It just needs better management

was there about 3-4 years ago for our final year picnic, it was really fun cos we went in large number, since it was close to the end of the session, we met other final year students from Ekiti state university, they were all partying at the entrance of that arinta water fall, it was really fun sha, unforgettable experience, the part i love most was the pool, love the fact that it's always warn, you can be inside for 4 hours without even knowing, we even had a pool party there..i'll drop pictures tomorrow.

I appreciate you

All I will say is wellce to Ondo state... pls try and pay a visit to Oke Idanre...it will be an unforgettable experience for you.

TIDDOLL:
Bro, check your PM,
Lets hook up, and tour Nigeria National Parks.

I actually don't understand how Nairaland's private messages work. can you please send a Dm via twitter or Insagram @nomadic_negro or via email to tunde@nomadicnegro.com?
Thank you

You would have loved it more if you were in a group.

I went there when I was serving and we were more than 15people. I didn't see anything interesting in ikogosi but arinta waterfall made up for it.

The tension of the water was soo much that it pulled off my trousers and my money disappeared.

I climbed to the 2nd floor of the rock and some people went higher. It was soooo risky but I enjoyed myself.

angelTI:
If only we could value tourism in this county, we would be the next Dubai!

OP is a good writer. More ink to your pen

will you pay for the value