Going back to my Father’s second home for vacations meant a long day’s journey by train, bus, jeep and a trek; to a land filled with mosquitoes and a lot of mud. I did not enjoy the trips.


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As the years passed by, the land was converted to a lovely little plantation with a home; I began to fall in love with the place bit by bit.

Home sweet home from amongst the trees

The view before sundown

It is a rather welcoming view home

Lonely pines are nice

Or even bananas

And rubber

And this fancy kid, who posed

And this mother, not so happy to see me

Breakfast cooked over a firewood stove tastes pretty good!

And this surprising fish pond?