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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

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

Paddling into town

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

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.

Looking out from Amin’s cafe

Ancient ruins atop the Amman citadel

Eliza, Amin’s yound daughter

McLeod Ganj

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

The Dome of the Rock on Temple Mount

Sunset after the rainstorm in McLeod Ganj

Crazy Himalayan roads

The Greyhound in full sprint

Fading light

The Wadi Rum stretched seemingly forever in any direction

The Taj Mahal as it first appears through the entry gate

The Golden Temple

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

“The Archer” by Sukhdev Dail

The Treasury of Al Khazneh from above

The entrance to Gyuto Monastery in Dharamshala

Houses roll over each other on the hill side

The lowering of both Pakistan and India’s flags

The Weeping Wall

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

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

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

Checking out the local market in Hauz Kaus

Laxmanjulah Bridge

Shikaras sitting still as a motorboat passes them

I had a big and very loving host family in Bo

paddling in towards one of the produce markets

This is the shot everyone wants….

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.

On the Mount of the Olives overlooking Jerusalem

The center of Old Delhi

Communist buildings in Bishkek

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

Manjinder making some delicious chapati

The weather was slowly turning against us

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

Punam in front of her Greenway Public Kindergarten

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

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

Niki, the ball- stealing lovable lab

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

There she is

Amanda in front of the water fall

The Royal Tombs in the morning light

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

The entire faculty and student body of Greenway kindergarten

Front entrance to the massive Lal Qila, or Red Fort

A wild camel scurrying away

The Monastery

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.

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

The view from our boat’s porch

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

Looking down at the madness of the markets of Old Delhi

The massive walls of the Red Fort…

Shikaras bobbing across the placid water

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

…This is the shot most people have to settle for

My view from the grandstands

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

Grandstands at the Wagah- Attari Border

The Corinthian Tomb

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

Amanda enjoying the sunset

A row of old house boats permanently moored

The village of Rama

…continue and continue…

Keep going up, and up, and….

He totally stole somebody’s banana

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

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

One of the small classes at Greenway

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

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

Heart of Laxmanjulah

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

Practicing my “J”

First ever Tuk- tuk (or Rikshaw) ride

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