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Month: August 2016

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Silver Mine

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Everywhere so far

The Greyhound in full sprint

Practicing my “J”

First ever Tuk- tuk (or Rikshaw) ride

The Taj Mahal as it first appears through the entry gate

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

The Treasury of Al Khazneh from above

The Golden Temple

This is the shot everyone wants….

My view from the grandstands

The Dome of the Rock on Temple Mount

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

The Corinthian Tomb

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

Grandstands at the Wagah- Attari Border

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

The lowering of both Pakistan and India’s flags

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

McLeod Ganj

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

Looking out from Amin’s cafe

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

…This is the shot most people have to settle for

A row of old house boats permanently moored

The entire faculty and student body of Greenway kindergarten

Paddling into town

Niki, the ball- stealing lovable lab

Sunset after the rainstorm in McLeod Ganj

Keep going up, and up, and….

On the Mount of the Olives overlooking Jerusalem

Looking down at the madness of the markets of Old Delhi

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

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

The center of Old Delhi

Laxmanjulah Bridge

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

Fading light

Manjinder making some delicious chapati

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

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

Heart of Laxmanjulah

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

Punam in front of her Greenway Public Kindergarten

The massive walls of the Red Fort…

I had a big and very loving host family in Bo

Amanda in front of the water fall

Front entrance to the massive Lal Qila, or Red Fort

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

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.

Shikaras sitting still as a motorboat passes them

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

The entrance to Gyuto Monastery in Dharamshala

He totally stole somebody’s banana

The weather was slowly turning against us

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

One of the small classes at Greenway

The village of Rama

There she is

Ancient ruins atop the Amman citadel

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

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

Eliza, Amin’s yound daughter

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

Crazy Himalayan roads

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

The Monastery

Communist buildings in Bishkek

“The Archer” by Sukhdev Dail

…continue and continue…

Houses roll over each other on the hill side

A wild camel scurrying away

The Weeping Wall

Shikaras bobbing across the placid water

The view from our boat’s porch

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

The Wadi Rum stretched seemingly forever in any direction

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.

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.

paddling in towards one of the produce markets

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

The Royal Tombs in the morning light

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

Checking out the local market in Hauz Kaus

Amanda enjoying the sunset

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