Woke up this morning in a Lagos hotel. Hopped on a plane to Benin City. Crammed into a van. Drove three hours until we reached a market village called Otuocha. Entertained and intrigued local children through the car glass as we were picking up mosquito nets from a woman who sells them from her house. Joined a police caravan to head over the Ezichi River until the end of the road and continued into the dark unto a bumpy, unpaved dirt road into the forest past mud huts and a group of children that had been awaiting our arrival; a few daring to run barefoot behind our van for ¼ of a mile before falling behind. And then, just as I thought we’d reached the end of civilization, we approach a clearing and a huge two-story mansion where several familiar and unfamiliar faces greeted us and showed us our accommodations. Surreal.
I’m tired already.