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Uncle Ji below a picture of himself taken at my aunt’s wedding in the early 80’s

Checking out the local market in Hauz Kaus

The Wadi Rum stretched seemingly forever in any direction

Communist buildings in Bishkek

Sunset after the rainstorm in McLeod Ganj

I had a big and very loving host family in Bo

“The Archer” by Sukhdev Dail

Jama Masjid from the side, showing its central dome and minarets

One of the small classes at Greenway

Manjinder making some delicious chapati

The village of Rama

He totally stole somebody’s banana

Shikaras sitting still as a motorboat passes them

A row of old house boats permanently moored

Looking out from Amin’s cafe

Houses roll over each other on the hill side

Shikaras bobbing across the placid water

The Golden Temple

Samy. He said he would only let me take a picture of him if I let him wear my glasses for it. Deal. And as a parting gift he gave me a necklace he had made.

The view from our guest house. Mon Peak of the Dhalaudhars

The Royal Tombs in the morning light

A beautiful vantage point. My safari group is below for perspective

I also had the pleasure of being in Jerusalem during election day; Herzog versus Netanyahu

Laxmanjulah Bridge

There she is

Amanda enjoying the sunset

I even got a picture and short article in the local paper

Returning the flag of India to the Border Security Guard’s office

The massive walls of the Red Fort…

Left to right, Sombrit, Manjinder, Baraj, and Monu

The only photo I took. Without any description it’s hard to tell anything at all is happening

The entire faculty and student body of Greenway kindergarten

This is the shot everyone wants….

paddling in towards one of the produce markets

Looking out at Dal Lake from where the wetlands end and the water spreads uninterrupted in all directions

Crazy Himalayan roads

The 16,000ft snowcaps of the Tian Shan mountains just south of the capital city of Bishkek, at only 2,000ft

Practicing my “J”

Monu (in the cap) and Uncle Ji (on the right) talking with the farm hands

Spirit of the Sikh soldier, by my grandfather Sukhdev Dail (Sukhi) and his brother Jagmohan (Uncle Ji)

Grandstands at the Wagah- Attari Border

Heart of Laxmanjulah

Normal foot traffic on the bridge. Pretty soon here I’m going to have to blog about the cows of India

The Taj Mahal as it first appears through the entry gate

The Weeping Wall

The weather was slowly turning against us

The interior of our houseboat. Amanda and I couldn’t believe the deal we received. Look at the rugs, the ceiling, the furniture. Somehow we had this boat all to ourselves for two days.

Anything that makes it easier to get a view like this is sure to be a lifelong passion

Our view from the 9,500ft (or 2,850meter) summit of Triund plateau

Front entrance to the massive Lal Qila, or Red Fort

The center of Old Delhi

…This is the shot most people have to settle for

The swap meet in the center of the city where all motorcycle sales, purchases, and maintenance happens

Thousands come every day to watch the border between India and Pakistan close

This was the last place I could take photos, just as we were about to enter the monastery

…continue and continue…

The Treasury of Al Khazneh from above

Coming through the canyon to catch a first glimpse of the Treasury

Amanda in front of the water fall

The view from our boat’s porch

The Dome of the Rock on Temple Mount

The Greyhound in full sprint

My view from the grandstands

The front facade of the Jama Masjid, standing in the elevated courtyard used for prayer

The entrance to Gyuto Monastery in Dharamshala

Keep going up, and up, and….

Eliza, Amin’s yound daughter

Niki, the ball- stealing lovable lab

The lowering of both Pakistan and India’s flags

Ancient ruins atop the Amman citadel

Looking down at the madness of the markets of Old Delhi

McLeod Ganj

The Monastery

Punam in front of her Greenway Public Kindergarten

First ever Tuk- tuk (or Rikshaw) ride

A wild camel scurrying away

The Corinthian Tomb

On the Mount of the Olives overlooking Jerusalem

Paddling into town

Bridge over the Ganges in Laxmanjulah, the power of the river is very deceptive

Fading light

I love this shot of a couple boys hanging out on top of the Roman Amphitheater

One of the many patch jobs my bike has received. This one is from my Chuar Chra neighborhood mechanic, Dilzin, helping me attach my new clutch.

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