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Everywhere so far

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

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

Heart of Laxmanjulah

Paddling into town

Shikaras bobbing across the placid water

Amanda enjoying the sunset

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

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

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

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.

Checking out the local market in Hauz Kaus

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

Manjinder making some delicious chapati

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

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

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

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

Sunset after the rainstorm in McLeod Ganj

The entrance to Gyuto Monastery in Dharamshala

This is the shot everyone wants….

There she is

Eliza, Amin’s yound daughter

The center of Old Delhi

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

Shikaras sitting still as a motorboat passes them

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

The village of Rama

The Weeping Wall

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

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

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

…This is the shot most people have to settle for

Grandstands at the Wagah- Attari Border

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

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 Monastery

On the Mount of the Olives overlooking Jerusalem

The Golden Temple

“The Archer” by Sukhdev Dail

Communist buildings in Bishkek

Practicing my “J”

The weather was slowly turning against us

First ever Tuk- tuk (or Rikshaw) ride

The lowering of both Pakistan and India’s flags

Crazy Himalayan roads

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

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

Keep going up, and up, and….

Amanda in front of the water fall

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

The Dome of the Rock on Temple Mount

I had a big and very loving host family in Bo

Punam in front of her Greenway Public Kindergarten

Ancient ruins atop the Amman citadel

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.

The Royal Tombs in the morning light

The Treasury of Al Khazneh from above

Looking down at the madness of the markets of Old Delhi

The Wadi Rum stretched seemingly forever in any direction

Fading light

One of the small classes at Greenway

Front entrance to the massive Lal Qila, or Red Fort

A row of old house boats permanently moored

A wild camel scurrying away

…continue and continue…

The entire faculty and student body of Greenway kindergarten

Looking out from Amin’s cafe

The massive walls of the Red Fort…

paddling in towards one of the produce markets

Laxmanjulah Bridge

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

The view from our boat’s porch

Niki, the ball- stealing lovable lab

The Taj Mahal as it first appears through the entry gate

The Greyhound in full sprint

He totally stole somebody’s banana

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

McLeod Ganj

The Corinthian Tomb

Houses roll over each other on the hill side

My view from the grandstands

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

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

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