Periyar Tiger Reserve

Hello everyone! Two days after the Hindu wedding, we went on a road trip. There were 18 of us in a big van and travelled 165 km, roughly 4 hours from Cochin to Thekkady. It was an interesting trip, with The Corporation Market, Kakkadassery Bridge, St Xavier’s Church and Bavas Archana Hospital on the way. Several petrol pumps were also located en route. It was a good experience, very long travel in the hairpin bend roads. Full of greenery on both sides of the roads.

We went to Periyar Tiger Reserve., which was a very well maintained area managed by the forest department in Kerela. The area was clean and we had a peaceful walk through its dense forest of towering trees and artistic roots. The Periyar lake is within the reserve and there were regular boat rides on the lake. We took the boat ride (1.5 hours of boating) and saw some amazing birds, like hornbills and kingfishers in full flight. Other birds include raptors, water birds, galliform birds, pigeons, wood peckers and passerines. There were also some sambar deers, foxes, monkeys, elephants and bisons, but from a great distance to such a point the animals appear as tiny dots. Overall, it was a good road trip and a boat ride.

For: Road Trips? by Calmkate. Also for: Jo’s Monday walk : Canalside in Skipton


Charlecote Park

Charlecote Park is a grand 16th century country house, surrounded by its own deer park, on the banks of the River Avon near Wellesbourne, about 4 miles east of Stratford-upon-Avon and 5.5 miles south of Warwick, Warwickshire, England.

Charlecote is approached through a long path that leads under an impressive Tudor brick gatehouse. Behind the house is a small formal garden terrace, beyond which is a large deerpark designed by Capability Brown, where a herd of deer still roam.

One of the most interesting features of Charlecote are the ornate Tudor chimneys (best viewed from the rear of the house). The house interior is largely Victorian, and visitors can go ‘below stairs’ to see what life was like for the servants who kept Charlecote running. There are numerous outbuildings on view, including a kitchen and cider press.

Queen Elizabeth I is known to have visited the house, and stayed in the chamber that now serves as the drawing room. A contemporary portrait of the queen is on view.

The Lucy family came to England as supporters of William the Conqueror, and the family has owned land at Charlecote since 1247. Sir Thomas Lucy (1532-1600), the builder of the current house, was a magistrate under Elizabeth I. In the course of his duties he was responsible for prosecuting local families with Catholic sympathies, including the Arden family, William Shakespeare’s maternal grandparents.

Charlecote is a delight to visit; the location is superb, and the house and gardens are well worth an extended exploration.

For: Jo’s Monday walk : Strolling in Kraków, Our World: 13 June 2016 and Tuesdays of Texture | Week 25 of 2016

Our World

Writers Quote Wednesday Writing Challenge – “Adventure”

A- adventure is like a box of chocolates
D- day after day one adventure till next
V- venture out more, take a risk and just wait
E- everyone lives in a wonderful world
N- no one knows what it will be till we try
T- time will tell what we miss if we don’t go
U- under, over, above, below, within
R- rain, storm, sunshine, snow, dry, wet
E- every hour, every day, every week

(c) ladyleemanila 2016

For: Writers Quote Wednesday Writing Challenge – “Adventure”

The Endless Quest


Life is precious, I can claim that
Take it as going to a combat
The endless quest or can I say struggle?
I know I should be grateful
Some rare threads of graceful living
In a beautiful beach basking
Brief erotic relationship
Travelling by plane or by ship
How come I feel empty inside?
When you left and I cried
I want to be fed in my roots
Express to me my attributes
I visualise my life as I speak
I can play hide and seek

(c) ladyleemanila 2016


For: Writing Prompt #153 “Collage 20” and Wordle 245 Apr 3 by Brenda Warren . Also for: Struggle


A is for Acrostic

Acrostic Poetry is where the first letter of each line spells a word, usually using the same words as in the title.

A- adventure is like a box of chocolates
D- day after day one adventure till next
V- venture out more, take a risk and just wait
E- everyone lives in a wonderful world
N- no one knows what it will be till we try
T- time will tell what we miss if we don’t go
U- under, over, above, below, within
R- rain, storm, sunshine, snow, dry, wet
E- every hour, every day, every week

(c) ladyleemanila 2016


For: WHAT IS BLOGGING FROM A TO Z? and first day of NaPoWriMo 2016

Times Past: Grainy Memories

We all have them. Our childhood memories – the innocence of youth. The time when we just played or messed around, when we had to go to school or play in the street. When we were free of responsibilities and worries. We remembered our games, our playground, our playmates, the laughter, falling out with some of them but being friends again after 10 minutes and most of all, the fun.

And then they were gone. We were playing hide and seek and I was “it”. I closed my eyes, counted up to a hundred, opened my eyes and said: “here I come, ready or not.” I searched for them high and low, wondering where they could be. I first saw Beth, hiding behind the bush, then Venus and Janet chattering away, so I followed their voices. Soon I was able to pinpoint where they were hiding and the next “it” had to look for us. Before long we had to go back to our houses and ate our dinner. Other days, we’d play patintero (try to cross my line without letting me touch or catch you), tumbang preso (hit the can), piko (hopscotch) or luksong-tinik (lit. jump over the thorns of a plant). Sometimes we’d rent some bikes and circled around our neighbourhood.

One, two, three, you’re “it”
The innocence of childhood
Youthful memories

Easter Breaks. The only time of the year when all of us cousins stayed in our Granddad’s house. The number of times we walked back and forth the house and the chapel for singing the passion plays. The afternoons we spent splashing in that creek while Granddad washed the carabao, the still warm fresh milk that morning and the mangoes we’ve picked on the way to the farm. We all slept on the floor, some snoring, some talking, and telling each other’s stories, jokes and secrets.

Dad and Tito (uncle) Pabling. They were more than brothers. They’d spent hours and hours tinkering with Tito Pabling’s recently acquired old jeepney. Just like good mechanics, they’d come home with all those black smuts from the engine. Sometimes, they’d spent their afternoons unblocking the canal in our street. They were the best hosts, too – the New Year’s Day party was always a blast – all our relatives, friends, neighbours and everyone on Halcon Street would’ve confirmed that – we had to close the street for our party!

Dapitan. Our house in Dapitan was small – for our parents, 4 children, Granny, aunts and cousins. It was constantly full of people and activities. Our cousins from the province stayed with us once they started college. There were 2 bedrooms, one for our parents and one for all of us with 2 bunk beds; the rest slept on the floor. My classmates and I loved hanging out there; doing our homework and projects; lunch and merienda (snacks) were at all times provided. When I needed to concentrate at college, I’d wake up in the middle of the night to revise or just to have some peace and quiet.

One of the earliest memories I had was the time when my sister was born. I was three, my big brother was four and we were waiting in the other room, my father was pacing up and down. Until we heard the midwife (my aunt) said: “it’s a girl!” We all rushed in the room, we saw some blood and the baby crying and my mom was on the floor. My aunt told us to “go away, we’re not ready yet.”

My sister was born
My brother and I waited
Then we heard her cry

Another memory was when our youngest brother was born, I was ten by this time and when we saw him, I thought he was the most gorgeous baby in the world. He had this massive black hair and his skin was all red, his eyes sparkling like diamonds, probably from crying. We knew we’ve got to spoil this kid.

Gorgeous baby
Eyes sparkling like diamonds
Our youngest brother

I don’t know why, but somehow when someone was born, it stuck in my mind. When my son was born, I was 32. He came too early, premature at only 33 weeks of my pregnancy. I had a caesarean operation and the surgeon was telling me what they were doing as they operated on me. It wasn’t painful, I felt it when they pulled him out, I heard his cry and they showed him to me. Since he was a premature baby, they had to put him in an incubator. I fell asleep afterwards.

Our pride and joy
Born too soon but we didn’t mind
Our one and only

Other memories came and went, each one merging to another, but each one very memorable, like when I first left the country and how excited and sad I was at the same time; the first time to see snow, I was jumping up and down and we threw snowballs to each other; my first salary when I bought some ice-cream for the family; when Him Indoors and I got married in a 14th century building and that was the only sunny Saturday in June; when HRH the son first learned how to walk, how to ride a bicycle, his first day of school, his first date and when he graduated from university and we were proud parents. I could go on and on, but I think you get the picture. I love my life and the memories it gave or still giving me. And for the record, I’m one of the Baby Boomers, born in the Philippines but have lived in different countries, now in Bavaria, Germany. Cheers everyone!


For: Times Past: Grainy memories by Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist (sorry, but the memories were not about beaches, but some snippets of my life)

Fearless – Decuain

The Decuain (pronounced deck•won), created by Shelley A. Cephas, is a short poem made up of 10 lines, which can be written on any subject. There are 10 syllables per line and the poem is written in iambic pentameter.

There are 3 set choices of rhyme scheme:

ababbcbcaa, ababbcbcbb, or ababbcbccc


This year is a fearless year for us both
Thirty years of being married, that’s one
We’ve seen each other and perhaps our growth
What we’ve done, have a son and some more fun
We ask, like, who really wears the apron?
Or who wears the trousers in this household?
Doesn’t really matter, it’s just a pun
Have some adventures and we’re getting bold
We don’t bargain, challenges we don’t shun
We go through life together and we’ve won

(c) ladyleemanila 2016

For: Fearless

March 23: Flash Fiction Challenge – Adventure

I left the Philippines and have ventured in different things in different countries. I first went to Switzerland and became a Secretary to the Ambassador of Ethiopia. Then I did some laboratory training in BASF Company in Ludwigshafen, Germany. That’s where I met Him Indoors. I also worked in California, USA as a Cashier and in Nottingham, UK as an Assistant Statistician in their Research Department. I finished my Masters in the UK and now I’m a freelance Business English trainer in Munich. I love adventure – swimming, blogging, snorkelling, zip-lining, animal safari, horse riding and travelling to different countries.

For: March 23: Flash Fiction Challenge