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paddling in towards one of the produce markets

This is the shot everyone wants….

The entire faculty and student body of Greenway kindergarten

Looking out from Amin’s cafe

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.

Niki, the ball- stealing lovable lab

Laxmanjulah Bridge

Eliza, Amin’s yound daughter

Houses roll over each other on the hill side

Keep going up, and up, and….

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

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

Crazy Himalayan roads

Punam in front of her Greenway Public Kindergarten

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

Looking down at the madness of the markets of Old Delhi

Sunset after the rainstorm in McLeod Ganj

The Weeping Wall

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

Manjinder making some delicious chapati

McLeod Ganj

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

The Taj Mahal as it first appears through the entry gate

He totally stole somebody’s banana

The Treasury of Al Khazneh from above

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

There she is

…continue and continue…

One of the small classes at Greenway

…This is the shot most people have to settle for

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

A row of old house boats permanently moored

Ancient ruins atop the Amman citadel

“The Archer” by Sukhdev Dail

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

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

The entrance to Gyuto Monastery in Dharamshala

On the Mount of the Olives overlooking Jerusalem

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

Paddling into town

The view from our boat’s porch

The Dome of the Rock on Temple Mount

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

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

Communist buildings in Bishkek

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

The village of Rama

Heart of Laxmanjulah

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

Checking out the local market in Hauz Kaus

The massive walls of the Red Fort…

The Golden Temple

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

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.

Grandstands at the Wagah- Attari Border

The Monastery

Amanda enjoying the sunset

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.

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

Fading light

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

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

Shikaras bobbing across the placid water

The Corinthian Tomb

I had a big and very loving host family in Bo

Practicing my “J”

The lowering of both Pakistan and India’s flags

My view from the grandstands

The Royal Tombs in the morning light

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

Front entrance to the massive Lal Qila, or Red Fort

Amanda in front of the water fall

The Wadi Rum stretched seemingly forever in any direction

The Greyhound in full sprint

The center of Old Delhi

First ever Tuk- tuk (or Rikshaw) ride

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

Shikaras sitting still as a motorboat passes them

A wild camel scurrying away

The weather was slowly turning against us

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

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

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