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Everywhere so far

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

The Wadi Rum stretched seemingly forever in any direction

Crazy Himalayan roads

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

The Monastery

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

I had a big and very loving host family in Bo

The Treasury of Al Khazneh from above

The entire faculty and student body of Greenway kindergarten

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

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

The Royal Tombs in the morning light

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

The view from our boat’s porch

A row of old house boats permanently moored

…This is the shot most people have to settle for

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

Shikaras bobbing across the placid water

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.

Looking down at the madness of the markets of Old Delhi

The Greyhound in full sprint

There she is

Paddling into town

Communist buildings in Bishkek

The Corinthian Tomb

Houses roll over each other on the hill side

Keep going up, and up, and….

Manjinder making some delicious chapati

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

Ancient ruins atop the Amman citadel

Fading light

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

paddling in towards one of the produce markets

Amanda enjoying the sunset

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

Shikaras sitting still as a motorboat passes them

Checking out the local market in Hauz Kaus

The center of Old Delhi

The Taj Mahal as it first appears through the entry gate

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

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

On the Mount of the Olives overlooking Jerusalem

The lowering of both Pakistan and India’s flags

Practicing my “J”

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

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

Amanda in front of the water fall

One of the small classes at Greenway

First ever Tuk- tuk (or Rikshaw) ride

Grandstands at the Wagah- Attari Border

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

The village of Rama

Front entrance to the massive Lal Qila, or Red Fort

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

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

The weather was slowly turning against us

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

McLeod Ganj

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.

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.

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

The massive walls of the Red Fort…

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

Laxmanjulah Bridge

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

The entrance to Gyuto Monastery in Dharamshala

My view from the grandstands

A wild camel scurrying away

He totally stole somebody’s banana

Sunset after the rainstorm in McLeod Ganj

The Dome of the Rock on Temple Mount

…continue and continue…

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

Looking out from Amin’s cafe

Eliza, Amin’s yound daughter

“The Archer” by Sukhdev Dail

The Weeping Wall

This is the shot everyone wants….

Heart of Laxmanjulah

Niki, the ball- stealing lovable lab

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

Punam in front of her Greenway Public Kindergarten

The Golden Temple

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