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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 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.

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

The Taj Mahal as it first appears through the entry gate

Front entrance to the massive Lal Qila, or Red Fort

…This is the shot most people have to settle for

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

The lowering of both Pakistan and India’s flags

Ancient ruins atop the Amman citadel

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

The weather was slowly turning against us

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

“The Archer” by Sukhdev Dail

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

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

A row of old house boats permanently moored

Shikaras sitting still as a motorboat passes them

…continue and continue…

Manjinder making some delicious chapati

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

Amanda in front of the water fall

paddling in towards one of the produce markets

The center of Old Delhi

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

Houses roll over each other on the hill side

Keep going up, and up, and….

Practicing my “J”

The Dome of the Rock on Temple Mount

I had a big and very loving host family in Bo

Paddling into town

The entire faculty and student body of Greenway kindergarten

One of the small classes at Greenway

My view from the grandstands

The Corinthian Tomb

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

First ever Tuk- tuk (or Rikshaw) ride

Grandstands at the Wagah- Attari Border

Laxmanjulah Bridge

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.

This is the shot everyone wants….

McLeod Ganj

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

The massive walls of the Red Fort…

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

The Monastery

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.

Sunset after the rainstorm in McLeod Ganj

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

Punam in front of her Greenway Public Kindergarten

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

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

Fading light

Communist buildings in Bishkek

There she is

Shikaras bobbing across the placid water

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

He totally stole somebody’s banana

The Treasury of Al Khazneh from above

Niki, the ball- stealing lovable lab

Looking out from Amin’s cafe

The Golden Temple

Looking down at the madness of the markets of Old Delhi

On the Mount of the Olives overlooking Jerusalem

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

The Weeping Wall

The entrance to Gyuto Monastery in Dharamshala

A wild camel scurrying away

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

Crazy Himalayan roads

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

The Royal Tombs in the morning light

The village of Rama

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

The Greyhound in full sprint

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

Amanda enjoying the sunset

Heart of Laxmanjulah

Checking out the local market in Hauz Kaus

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

Eliza, Amin’s yound daughter

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

The Wadi Rum stretched seemingly forever in any direction

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

The view from our boat’s porch

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