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Month: March 2015

March 15, 2015March 15, 2015

Amman and the Dead Sea

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Two Wheels to Anywhere

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Everywhere so far

The Greyhound in full sprint

Niki, the ball- stealing lovable lab

The Golden Temple

Manjinder making some delicious chapati

The Weeping Wall

Communist buildings in Bishkek

Checking out the local market in Hauz Kaus

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

Heart of Laxmanjulah

He totally stole somebody’s banana

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

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

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

Amanda enjoying the sunset

paddling in towards one of the produce markets

The Dome of the Rock on Temple Mount

The entire faculty and student body of Greenway kindergarten

Looking down at the madness of the markets of Old Delhi

The Treasury of Al Khazneh from above

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

The center of Old Delhi

Shikaras bobbing across the placid water

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

Amanda in front of the water fall

The village of Rama

A wild camel scurrying away

The entrance to Gyuto Monastery in Dharamshala

On the Mount of the Olives overlooking Jerusalem

The lowering of both Pakistan and India’s flags

Laxmanjulah Bridge

The Monastery

“The Archer” by Sukhdev Dail

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

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

…continue and continue…

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

One of the small classes at Greenway

First ever Tuk- tuk (or Rikshaw) ride

The Corinthian Tomb

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

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

Paddling into town

Houses roll over each other on the hill side

Punam in front of her Greenway Public Kindergarten

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.

Practicing my “J”

Ancient ruins atop the Amman citadel

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

Crazy Himalayan roads

The weather was slowly turning against us

…This is the shot most people have to settle for

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

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

I had a big and very loving host family in Bo

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.

Keep going up, and up, and….

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

There she is

My view from the grandstands

Front entrance to the massive Lal Qila, or Red Fort

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

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

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

Fading light

Sunset after the rainstorm in McLeod Ganj

Grandstands at the Wagah- Attari Border

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

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

Shikaras sitting still as a motorboat passes them

The Royal Tombs in the morning light

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

The view from our boat’s porch

Looking out from Amin’s cafe

Eliza, Amin’s yound daughter

The Taj Mahal as it first appears through the entry gate

A row of old house boats permanently moored

The Wadi Rum stretched seemingly forever in any direction

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

The massive walls of the Red Fort…

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.

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

McLeod Ganj

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