Folu's Travel Diaries: Going To The River At La Campaigne Tropicana, Lagos
At the end of 2017 I was feeling more worn out than I had expected.This year my brand had grown and expanded, which meant more work. I love what I do for a living, broadcasting, informing and acting. these things fuel me, but as with any fuel they can also set you ablaze and burn you out.
I feel that all people must take time therefore to find and go to their river. the source of their renewal. It was a concept I became aware of thanks to the work of Clarissa Pinkola Estes, a female psychologist with years of experience. It explained why I would always feel renewed and refreshed after a weekend at the beach. It also meant that for the burnout i was experiencing, I needed to get to my river, my beach, any beach. I reached out to a small net work of friends inquiring about an affordable get away and a few suggestions came up: tarkwa and La Campaigne tropicana. In this post I will write about the Latter. I was the lucky recipient of an offer from my sister to visit La Campaigne tropicana as she too had been feeling this burnout; and in they serendipitous turn of events I was reminded in the magical ways that God moves. Here was my solution.
Arrangements were made in short order ( my sis is a planning whiz) and I was happy to simply be along for the ride. We left the Lekki axis of Lagos State at about 4:30pm on a Friday afternoon; which is alarmingly late for most people; and embarked on what we would soon come to find was a solid 2hr 30min journey ( you see our cousin Jide had been warning us from the minute we got into the car as he had been to our destination on a previous trip) which was an adventure onto itself.
We were rather fortunate as we escaped the worst of the notorious traffic between Ajah and Lakowe, encountering only slight pockets of ‘ go slow’ along the way. Off the Main hour, about an Hour’s drive from Lekki is the signpost to turn off for the Lekki Free Trade Zone, which is the direction in which we were headed, we encountered endless stretches of trucks, lorries and coaster busses (these were headed in the opposite direction) which stood as testament to the incredible developments taking place up this axis, a kellogg’s plant, endless acreage of Dangote's soon-to-be-completed Oil refinery, and the sort of budding development that forms along the main road of a developing area.
we Arrived at La Campaigne at approximately 6:40pm and stopped first at their reception a few meters from the road where we confirmed and paid for our reservation, after which we handed a copy of our receipt to security and drove into this simple but well layed out web of coconut trees and pathways, flanked on either side by rustic looking accomodation. Draped in the colour of the sunset, our home for the next 72 hours was the most charming thing I had seen in a while.
We had rented a 3 bedroom (it came with 3 king beds and 1 bunk bed) which cost approximately N160k a night plus complimentary breakfast, we traded down from the more pricey N250k a night Chalet’s on stilts overlooking the water. Those had their own direct access to the beach and simple but effective bar built in underneath the structure where guests could spend time lounging. And that's what the weekend was. complete lounge fest.
One of the additional perks of staying at this location is that each accomodation has its own 'Omonile' attached, and our go-to- guy was Bayo. He hovered with the perfect amount of discretion and silent dedication to meeting our potential needs. Whether we wanted fresh towels for our room, insecticide to insure we didn't get eaten alive by the local wildlife, or access to the river to kayak (easily my favourite activity), Bayo was able to give us insight and advise us on money-saving course of action each time. My kind of Guy.
I could go on endlessly but I will just let the photos speak for themselves and just remember that the next time you feel really stressed and need to get away, there's a spot to let it all melt away in Nigeria, not a 'shithole' country.