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Everywhere so far

My view from the grandstands

The weather was slowly turning against us

The Treasury of Al Khazneh from above

Front entrance to the massive Lal Qila, or Red Fort

The view from our boat’s porch

Fading light

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

The Golden Temple

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

Paddling into town

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

There she is

Checking out the local market in Hauz Kaus

Crazy Himalayan roads

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

Heart of Laxmanjulah

Houses roll over each other on the hill side

Keep going up, and up, and….

Eliza, Amin’s yound daughter

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

Amanda in front of the water fall

The center of Old Delhi

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

On the Mount of the Olives overlooking Jerusalem

The Wadi Rum stretched seemingly forever in any direction

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.

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.

Looking out from Amin’s cafe

Shikaras bobbing across the placid water

A wild camel scurrying away

The Monastery

The Weeping Wall

First ever Tuk- tuk (or Rikshaw) ride

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

The village of Rama

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

Sunset after the rainstorm in McLeod Ganj

One of the small classes at Greenway

Practicing my “J”

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

The Dome of the Rock on Temple Mount

…This is the shot most people have to settle for

Grandstands at the Wagah- Attari Border

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

A row of old house boats permanently moored

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.

The Taj Mahal as it first appears through the entry gate

Laxmanjulah Bridge

The Greyhound in full sprint

Communist buildings in Bishkek

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

Amanda enjoying the sunset

paddling in towards one of the produce markets

The massive walls of the Red Fort…

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

Looking down at the madness of the markets of Old Delhi

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

The entire faculty and student body of Greenway kindergarten

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

McLeod Ganj

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

The Royal Tombs in the morning light

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

The lowering of both Pakistan and India’s flags

I had a big and very loving host family in Bo

“The Archer” by Sukhdev Dail

Manjinder making some delicious chapati

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

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

The Corinthian Tomb

…continue and continue…

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

Ancient ruins atop the Amman citadel

The entrance to Gyuto Monastery in Dharamshala

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

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

He totally stole somebody’s banana

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

Niki, the ball- stealing lovable lab

Punam in front of her Greenway Public Kindergarten

This is the shot everyone wants….

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

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