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Month: August 2016

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Silver Mine

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Vacation balance

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Everywhere so far

A wild camel scurrying away

One of the small classes at Greenway

Ancient ruins atop the Amman citadel

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

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

Shikaras sitting still as a motorboat passes them

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

He totally stole somebody’s banana

First ever Tuk- tuk (or Rikshaw) ride

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

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.

Looking out from Amin’s cafe

The Dome of the Rock on Temple Mount

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.

My view from the grandstands

The entrance to Gyuto Monastery in Dharamshala

Front entrance to the massive Lal Qila, or Red Fort

Heart of Laxmanjulah

Manjinder making some delicious chapati

The view from our boat’s porch

Keep going up, and up, and….

The village of Rama

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

The Monastery

A row of old house boats permanently moored

On the Mount of the Olives overlooking Jerusalem

Sunset after the rainstorm in McLeod Ganj

The massive walls of the Red Fort…

The Corinthian Tomb

Communist buildings in Bishkek

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

Houses roll over each other on the hill side

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

Grandstands at the Wagah- Attari Border

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

Niki, the ball- stealing lovable lab

Looking down at the madness of the markets of Old Delhi

The Taj Mahal as it first appears through the entry gate

Laxmanjulah Bridge

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

…continue and continue…

Paddling into town

Fading light

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

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

The weather was slowly turning against us

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

paddling in towards one of the produce markets

There she is

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

Amanda in front of the water fall

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.