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Month: March 2015

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Amman and the Dead Sea

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Two Wheels to Anywhere

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Everywhere so far

The Monastery

Amanda in front of the water fall

The center of Old Delhi

Fading light

Paddling into town

I had a big and very loving host family in Bo

The Corinthian Tomb

Sunset after the rainstorm in McLeod Ganj

Shikaras sitting still as a motorboat passes them

The Wadi Rum stretched seemingly forever in any direction

On the Mount of the Olives overlooking Jerusalem

The village of Rama

Grandstands at the Wagah- Attari Border

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

Laxmanjulah Bridge

Shikaras bobbing across the placid water

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

Looking down at the madness of the markets of Old Delhi

The Golden Temple

…This is the shot most people have to settle for

Looking out from Amin’s cafe

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

He totally stole somebody’s banana

The Royal Tombs in the morning light

McLeod Ganj

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

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

Niki, the ball- stealing lovable lab

There she is

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

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

The entrance to Gyuto Monastery in Dharamshala

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

Eliza, Amin’s yound daughter

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.

Houses roll over each other on the hill side

The Weeping Wall

This is the shot everyone wants….

…continue and continue…

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

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

Amanda enjoying the sunset

One of the small classes at Greenway

Ancient ruins atop the Amman citadel

A row of old house boats permanently moored

The entire faculty and student body of Greenway kindergarten

First ever Tuk- tuk (or Rikshaw) ride

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.

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

Front entrance to the massive Lal Qila, or Red Fort

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

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

The Taj Mahal as it first appears through the entry gate

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

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

The Dome of the Rock on Temple Mount

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

Crazy Himalayan roads

Communist buildings in Bishkek

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

“The Archer” by Sukhdev Dail

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

The Treasury of Al Khazneh from above

Checking out the local market in Hauz Kaus

The massive walls of the Red Fort…

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

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

The lowering of both Pakistan and India’s flags

Keep going up, and up, and….

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

My view from the grandstands

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

The Greyhound in full sprint

Manjinder making some delicious chapati

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

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.

Heart of Laxmanjulah

Practicing my “J”

Punam in front of her Greenway Public Kindergarten

paddling in towards one of the produce markets

The weather was slowly turning against us

A wild camel scurrying away

The view from our boat’s porch

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