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Month: August 2016

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Everywhere so far

The entrance to Gyuto Monastery in Dharamshala

On the Mount of the Olives overlooking Jerusalem

He totally stole somebody’s banana

Practicing my “J”

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

First ever Tuk- tuk (or Rikshaw) ride

“The Archer” by Sukhdev Dail

Ancient ruins atop the Amman citadel

Houses roll over each other on the hill side

Fading light

The Wadi Rum stretched seemingly forever in any direction

Front entrance to the massive Lal Qila, or Red Fort

Amanda enjoying the sunset

Checking out the local market in Hauz Kaus

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

This is the shot everyone wants….

The Royal Tombs in the morning light

Shikaras bobbing across the placid water

One of the small classes at Greenway

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

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

There she is

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

Laxmanjulah Bridge

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

paddling in towards one of the produce markets

Eliza, Amin’s yound daughter

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.

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

Sunset after the rainstorm in McLeod Ganj

I had a big and very loving host family in Bo

Paddling into town

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

Manjinder making some delicious chapati

My view from the grandstands

The village of Rama

Niki, the ball- stealing lovable lab

Grandstands at the Wagah- Attari Border

The Corinthian Tomb

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

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

Heart of Laxmanjulah

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

The view from our boat’s porch

The Monastery

The Greyhound in full sprint

The Dome of the Rock on Temple Mount

Communist buildings in Bishkek

Punam in front of her Greenway Public Kindergarten

The entire faculty and student body of Greenway kindergarten

The center of Old Delhi

The Taj Mahal as it first appears through the entry gate

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

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

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

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

The Treasury of Al Khazneh from above

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

Looking down at the madness of the markets of Old Delhi

The weather was slowly turning against us

Shikaras sitting still as a motorboat passes them

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.

…continue and continue…

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

Looking out from Amin’s cafe

The massive walls of the Red Fort…

McLeod Ganj

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

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

The lowering of both Pakistan and India’s flags

Crazy Himalayan roads

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.

Keep going up, and up, and….

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

…This is the shot most people have to settle for

Amanda in front of the water fall

A row of old house boats permanently moored

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

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

The Golden Temple

A wild camel scurrying away

The Weeping Wall

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

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