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Month: August 2016

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Everywhere so far

First ever Tuk- tuk (or Rikshaw) ride

The village of Rama

Sunset after the rainstorm in McLeod Ganj

Niki, the ball- stealing lovable lab

Grandstands at the Wagah- Attari Border

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

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

The massive walls of the Red Fort…

Laxmanjulah Bridge

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

Amanda enjoying the sunset

Manjinder making some delicious chapati

There she is

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

A row of old house boats permanently moored

Looking out from Amin’s cafe

Communist buildings in Bishkek

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

The lowering of both Pakistan and India’s flags

He totally stole somebody’s banana

Eliza, Amin’s yound daughter

Houses roll over each other on the hill side

Looking down at the madness of the markets of Old Delhi

McLeod Ganj

The Monastery

I had a big and very loving host family in Bo

My view from the grandstands

Shikaras bobbing across the placid water

Keep going up, and up, and….

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

The Royal Tombs in the morning light

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

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

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

The Greyhound in full sprint

The Treasury of Al Khazneh from above

On the Mount of the Olives overlooking Jerusalem

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

This is the shot everyone wants….

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

A wild camel scurrying away

The Taj Mahal as it first appears through the entry gate

Front entrance to the massive Lal Qila, or Red Fort

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

The Golden Temple

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

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 sitting still as a motorboat passes them

The entrance to Gyuto Monastery in Dharamshala

…continue and continue…

“The Archer” by Sukhdev Dail

Paddling into town

Amanda in front of the water fall

The Wadi Rum stretched seemingly forever in any direction

Checking out the local market in Hauz Kaus

Practicing my “J”

Crazy Himalayan roads

Heart of Laxmanjulah

The weather was slowly turning against us

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

paddling in towards one of the produce markets

The Weeping Wall

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

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

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

The Dome of the Rock on Temple Mount

Punam in front of her Greenway Public Kindergarten

…This is the shot most people have to settle for

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.

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

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

One of the small classes at Greenway

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

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

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

The entire faculty and student body of Greenway kindergarten

The center of Old Delhi

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.

Fading light

The Corinthian Tomb

The view from our boat’s porch

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

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