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Month: August 2016

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Everywhere so far

This is the shot everyone wants….

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

The Weeping Wall

Ancient ruins atop the Amman citadel

Heart of Laxmanjulah

Houses roll over each other on the hill side

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

Eliza, Amin’s yound daughter

First ever Tuk- tuk (or Rikshaw) ride

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

Punam in front of her Greenway Public Kindergarten

The massive walls of the Red Fort…

Grandstands at the Wagah- Attari Border

On the Mount of the Olives overlooking Jerusalem

Shikaras sitting still as a motorboat passes them

One of the small classes at Greenway

There she is

Manjinder making some delicious chapati

The Taj Mahal as it first appears through the entry gate

The village of Rama

A row of old house boats permanently moored

Keep going up, and up, and….

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

The Wadi Rum stretched seemingly forever in any direction

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

Laxmanjulah Bridge

The entire faculty and student body of Greenway kindergarten

…This is the shot most people have to settle for

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.

Looking out from Amin’s cafe

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

The Greyhound in full sprint

Looking down at the madness of the markets of Old Delhi

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

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

Fading light

My view from the grandstands

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

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

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

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

Niki, the ball- stealing lovable lab

The Dome of the Rock on Temple Mount

The Corinthian Tomb

Amanda in front of the water fall

Communist buildings in Bishkek

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

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

Front entrance to the massive Lal Qila, or Red Fort

The center of Old Delhi

paddling in towards one of the produce markets

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.

Shikaras bobbing across the placid water

The view from our boat’s porch

Checking out the local market in Hauz Kaus

The Royal Tombs in the morning light

I had a big and very loving host family in Bo

The Treasury of Al Khazneh from above

He totally stole somebody’s banana

Sunset after the rainstorm in McLeod Ganj

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

The Golden Temple

The weather was slowly turning against us

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

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

The entrance to Gyuto Monastery in Dharamshala

Paddling into town

McLeod Ganj

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

“The Archer” by Sukhdev Dail

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

The lowering of both Pakistan and India’s flags

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

Practicing my “J”

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

The Monastery

…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.

A wild camel scurrying away

Crazy Himalayan roads

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

Amanda enjoying the sunset

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

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