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Month: August 2016

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Everywhere so far

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

There she is

This is the shot everyone wants….

Houses roll over each other on the hill side

The Taj Mahal as it first appears through the entry gate

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

…This is the shot most people have to settle for

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

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

The lowering of both Pakistan and India’s flags

Punam in front of her Greenway Public Kindergarten

…continue and continue…

The entire faculty and student body of Greenway kindergarten

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

Checking out the local market in Hauz Kaus

Paddling into town

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

McLeod Ganj

On the Mount of the Olives overlooking Jerusalem

The village of Rama

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

The center of Old Delhi

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

Heart of Laxmanjulah

The Wadi Rum stretched seemingly forever in any direction

Ancient ruins atop the Amman citadel

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.

Practicing my “J”

The Golden Temple

Amanda enjoying the sunset

The massive walls of the Red Fort…

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

Shikaras bobbing across the placid water

Communist buildings in Bishkek

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He totally stole somebody’s banana

First ever Tuk- tuk (or Rikshaw) ride

Amanda in front of the water fall

Fading light

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

A wild camel scurrying away

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

The Monastery

Sunset after the rainstorm in McLeod Ganj

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

Front entrance to the massive Lal Qila, or Red Fort

Manjinder making some delicious chapati

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 Royal Tombs in the morning light

paddling in towards one of the produce markets

I had a big and very loving host family in Bo

Crazy Himalayan roads

The weather was slowly turning against us

Keep going up, and up, and….

A row of old house boats permanently moored

Niki, the ball- stealing lovable lab

“The Archer” by Sukhdev Dail

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.

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

Looking out from Amin’s cafe

Laxmanjulah Bridge

Shikaras sitting still as a motorboat passes them

One of the small classes at Greenway

Grandstands at the Wagah- Attari Border

The Corinthian Tomb

The Treasury of Al Khazneh from above

The Weeping Wall

The view from our boat’s porch

My view from the grandstands

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

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

The Greyhound in full sprint

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

Eliza, Amin’s yound daughter

The entrance to Gyuto Monastery in Dharamshala

Looking down at the madness of the markets of Old Delhi

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