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.
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 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?
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