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

The center of Old Delhi

Keep going up, and up, and….

Shikaras sitting still as a motorboat passes them

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

“The Archer” by Sukhdev Dail

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

The Taj Mahal as it first appears through the entry gate

Crazy Himalayan roads

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.

First ever Tuk- tuk (or Rikshaw) ride

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

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

The village of Rama

The Corinthian Tomb

paddling in towards one of the produce markets

The weather was slowly turning against us

Laxmanjulah Bridge

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

Niki, the ball- stealing lovable lab

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

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

Manjinder making some delicious chapati

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

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

The massive walls of the Red Fort…

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

Looking out from Amin’s cafe

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

…This is the shot most people have to settle for

My view from the grandstands

Eliza, Amin’s yound daughter

Practicing my “J”

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

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

Grandstands at the Wagah- Attari Border

The Weeping Wall

Communist buildings in Bishkek

Shikaras bobbing across the placid water

He totally stole somebody’s banana

There she is

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

The Wadi Rum stretched seemingly forever in any direction

The entrance to Gyuto Monastery in Dharamshala

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

The Golden Temple

…continue and continue…

The view from our boat’s porch

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

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

Amanda in front of the water fall

Front entrance to the massive Lal Qila, or Red Fort

Amanda enjoying the sunset

McLeod Ganj

The Greyhound in full sprint

Sunset after the rainstorm in McLeod Ganj

Ancient ruins atop the Amman citadel

The entire faculty and student body of Greenway kindergarten

This is the shot everyone wants….

The Royal Tombs in the morning light

A row of old house boats permanently moored

Heart of Laxmanjulah

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.

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

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.

The Dome of the Rock on Temple Mount

Checking out the local market in Hauz Kaus

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

The Treasury of Al Khazneh from above

Looking down at the madness of the markets of Old Delhi

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

Punam in front of her Greenway Public Kindergarten

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

One of the small classes at Greenway

Houses roll over each other on the hill side

I had a big and very loving host family in Bo

Paddling into town

Fading light

The lowering of both Pakistan and India’s flags

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

The Monastery

On the Mount of the Olives overlooking Jerusalem

A wild camel scurrying away

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