Skip to main content

Winding up the summer

Last Sunday we took the time to say a proper goodbye to the season with a trip to Happy Land, which happily is just 14 km away from our home. For some reason I have totally lost now, I decided not to indulge in any water ride and didn't even take along a change of dress. The result was that I was the bagkeeper and picture-taker keenly regretting her bullheadedness while my family took full advantage of the park's water slides.



I also tried out new hairstyles for our younger one



And used my stopwatch to see how often the bronze fish deluged the revellers - mostly it took three and a half minutes!



After lunch, we let the kids takeover the "dry" play area while we relaxed in the shade. And this is what we mostly saw... UP



and DOWN, ad infinitum



Then we went on for the nausea-inducing big rides


while he did this



Finally we each had several turns on bumper cars laughing ourselves silly. We returned wholly exhausted, but happy!

Oh you want a review of Happy Land? Compared to Veegaland, the number of rides are limited - only six water features including the wave pool. But the water was good, the whole place has lots of shade to rest up in, the park is well-maintained and at 350 bucks per head - free for two-year-olds, it was good value for money. Food at the restaurant was not bad either. Did not have the opportunity to check out the toilet facilities. We were totally satisfied. Feeling ready to tackle the new academic year!

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Thoughts of an Ordinary Malayali Woman

Yesterday I watched a bunch of Malayalam movie personalities expressing wonder and stupefaction at the attempted abduction/compromising photographing/blackmailing of a noted Malayali actress. They seemed to think that such a thing was not heard of in God's Own Country at all - and it set me thinking of my life journey as a woman in Kerala. 
I think I was 7 years old when my Mummy asked to me to stop sitting in the laps of the "uncles" who came to visit us in Saudi Arabia. She refused to tell me why even though I pestered her for an explanation. But the warning was enough to awaken a sense of self-preservation in me when barely a year later, I found myself being tightly hugged from behind by an "uncle" who had wandered into the kitchen while I was mixing Tang for our visitors as my Mum had asked me. I made a fuss about not being sure if I had added enough sugar even though he insisted that I had. I yelled aloud for my mother and was instantly freed from his arm…

Be Ready!

On Sunday, I received a forwarded whatsapp image

With the typical disdain of an Anglophile, I was about to dismiss this image, particularly turned off by the mishmash that is supposed to be English in it. But the dates and the area of influence mentioned niggled me into doing a bit of research on this. You know how I feel about rumor-mongering if you have read this blog post of mine.
What I did find was an article in the Hindu - this is the link to the same  - regarding this Mr. Babu Kalayil and how he had predicted the 2004 earthquake and subsequent tsunami and how the Kerala University has a team of academics doing research with him.  The Hindu is NOT a tabloid rag and that lent the news some credibility.
Then I sat back and thought about one January morning in 2001 when the earth shook in my native town of Kottayam. It was a relatively minor quake and no one in my community was harmed. But I remembered standing still wondering what was happening to my glass of tea that was trying …

New year on a note of gratitude

Hi everyone! 
Much as I would like to subscribe to the view that each day is the beginning of a new year, the feeling of an actual new calendar year is still exciting! The last page of my 2016 diary has been written up. All the receipts and papers of the last year have been transferred to a new 2016 folder that has gone to live in the lower cupboard instead of in my desk. The 2015 folder has joined its brothers in the archives on the top shelf. The last box of decluttered items is waiting for the recycling guy in the shed. This year I even managed to clean out the garage and get rid of a lot of junk - some of which was as old as Karthi!!! 

My old planner and new diary! I am a BuJo fan now. No planner that I bought over the years was completely satisfactory because they had no space for the myriad things I wanted to keep track of.  That is when I encountered the Bullet Journal - a planning system that is (a) totally customizable, (b) very economical - you can adapt any notebook for th…