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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

My view from the grandstands

Looking down at the madness of the markets of Old Delhi

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

The entrance to Gyuto Monastery in Dharamshala

First ever Tuk- tuk (or Rikshaw) ride

Manjinder making some delicious chapati

One of the small classes at Greenway

paddling in towards one of the produce markets

The weather was slowly turning against us

Communist buildings in Bishkek

The massive walls of the Red Fort…

The Treasury of Al Khazneh from above

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

The Corinthian Tomb

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

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

Eliza, Amin’s yound daughter

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.

Checking out the local market in Hauz Kaus

“The Archer” by Sukhdev Dail

Amanda in front of the water fall

McLeod Ganj

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

The Monastery

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

Crazy Himalayan roads

Keep going up, and up, and….

A row of old house boats permanently moored

Fading light

The village of Rama

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

…This is the shot most people have to settle for

Houses roll over each other on the hill side

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

The Greyhound in full sprint

Heart of Laxmanjulah

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

Shikaras bobbing across the placid water

The lowering of both Pakistan and India’s flags

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

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

Punam in front of her Greenway Public Kindergarten

A wild camel scurrying away

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

The Dome of the Rock on Temple Mount

This is the shot everyone wants….

Amanda enjoying the sunset

The entire faculty and student body of Greenway kindergarten

I had a big and very loving host family in Bo

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

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

The Wadi Rum stretched seemingly forever in any direction

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

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

The view from our boat’s porch

Front entrance to the massive Lal Qila, or Red Fort

He totally stole somebody’s banana

The Weeping Wall

Practicing my “J”

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.

Looking out from Amin’s cafe

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

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

Paddling into town

The Taj Mahal as it first appears through the entry gate

The center of Old Delhi

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

The Royal Tombs in the morning light

Ancient ruins atop the Amman citadel

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.

…continue and continue…

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

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

The Golden Temple

There she is

Laxmanjulah Bridge

On the Mount of the Olives overlooking Jerusalem

Shikaras sitting still as a motorboat passes them

Sunset after the rainstorm in McLeod Ganj

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

Grandstands at the Wagah- Attari Border

Niki, the ball- stealing lovable lab

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