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Everywhere so far

Manjinder making some delicious chapati

The center of Old Delhi

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

Amanda enjoying the sunset

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

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

“The Archer” by Sukhdev Dail

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

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

Houses roll over each other on the hill side

First ever Tuk- tuk (or Rikshaw) ride

The Treasury of Al Khazneh from above

The Greyhound in full sprint

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

Laxmanjulah Bridge

The Corinthian Tomb

On the Mount of the Olives overlooking Jerusalem

The Wadi Rum stretched seemingly forever in any direction

The view from our boat’s porch

…continue and continue…

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.

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

Paddling into town

The Weeping Wall

Amanda in front of the water fall

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

Heart of Laxmanjulah

Practicing my “J”

Shikaras sitting still as a motorboat passes them

I had a big and very loving host family in Bo

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

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

Shikaras bobbing across the placid water

The Monastery

The massive walls of the Red Fort…

Keep going up, and up, and….

Eliza, Amin’s yound daughter

Fading light

Looking out from Amin’s cafe

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

Looking down at the madness of the markets of Old Delhi

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

My view from the grandstands

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

There she is

This is the shot everyone wants….

The Royal Tombs in the morning light

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

The Dome of the Rock on Temple Mount

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

Ancient ruins atop the Amman citadel

A wild camel scurrying away

McLeod Ganj

Niki, the ball- stealing lovable lab

Front entrance to the massive Lal Qila, or Red Fort

The village of Rama

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

…This is the shot most people have to settle for

Grandstands at the Wagah- Attari Border

paddling in towards one of the produce markets

The Taj Mahal as it first appears through the entry gate

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

Sunset after the rainstorm in McLeod Ganj

The entire faculty and student body of Greenway kindergarten

He totally stole somebody’s banana

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

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

Communist buildings in Bishkek

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.

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

A row of old house boats permanently moored

Checking out the local market in Hauz Kaus

The weather was slowly turning against us

Punam in front of her Greenway Public Kindergarten

The lowering of both Pakistan and India’s flags

The entrance to Gyuto Monastery in Dharamshala

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

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.

Crazy Himalayan roads

One of the small classes at Greenway

The Golden Temple

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