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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

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

The Golden Temple

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

One of the small classes at Greenway

Eliza, Amin’s yound daughter

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

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

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

The center of Old Delhi

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

The entire faculty and student body of Greenway kindergarten

The entrance to Gyuto Monastery in Dharamshala

Keep going up, and up, and….

Front entrance to the massive Lal Qila, or Red Fort

Shikaras bobbing across the placid water

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

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

Crazy Himalayan roads

The village of Rama

paddling in towards one of the produce markets

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.

“The Archer” by Sukhdev Dail

Communist buildings in Bishkek

A row of old house boats permanently moored

The Wadi Rum stretched seemingly forever in any direction

The view from our boat’s porch

Manjinder making some delicious chapati

A wild camel scurrying away

The Taj Mahal as it first appears through the entry gate

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

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

The weather was slowly turning against us

McLeod Ganj

The Corinthian Tomb

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

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

Fading light

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

Amanda in front of the water fall

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

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

First ever Tuk- tuk (or Rikshaw) ride

My view from the grandstands

Heart of Laxmanjulah

I had a big and very loving host family in Bo

This is the shot everyone wants….

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

Practicing my “J”

Sunset after the rainstorm in McLeod Ganj

The Dome of the Rock on Temple Mount

…continue and continue…

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

Grandstands at the Wagah- Attari Border

Laxmanjulah Bridge

The Greyhound in full sprint

…This is the shot most people have to settle for

The lowering of both Pakistan and India’s flags

There she is

Shikaras sitting still as a motorboat passes them

The massive walls of the Red Fort…

Punam in front of her Greenway Public Kindergarten

The Monastery

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

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

The Royal Tombs in the morning light

On the Mount of the Olives overlooking Jerusalem

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

Looking down at the madness of the markets of Old Delhi

Checking out the local market in Hauz Kaus

He totally stole somebody’s banana

The Weeping Wall

Looking out from Amin’s cafe

Niki, the ball- stealing lovable lab

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

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.

Paddling into town

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

Ancient ruins atop the Amman citadel

The Treasury of Al Khazneh from above

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.

Houses roll over each other on the hill side

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

Amanda enjoying the sunset

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