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This is the shot everyone wants….

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

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

Keep going up, and up, and….

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

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.

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

A row of old house boats permanently moored

McLeod Ganj

The Treasury of Al Khazneh from above

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

Manjinder making some delicious chapati

Amanda enjoying the sunset

Paddling into town

Shikaras bobbing across the placid water

Fading light

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

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

He totally stole somebody’s banana

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

The Royal Tombs in the morning light

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

The entrance to Gyuto Monastery in Dharamshala

Looking down at the madness of the markets of Old Delhi

“The Archer” by Sukhdev Dail

…This is the shot most people have to settle for

A wild camel scurrying away

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

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

The Wadi Rum stretched seemingly forever in any direction

Checking out the local market in Hauz Kaus

Communist buildings in Bishkek

The massive walls of the Red Fort…

On the Mount of the Olives overlooking Jerusalem

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

The lowering of both Pakistan and India’s flags

The weather was slowly turning against us

Houses roll over each other on the hill side

One of the small classes at Greenway

The Golden Temple

My view from the grandstands

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

paddling in towards one of the produce markets

I had a big and very loving host family in Bo

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

Sunset after the rainstorm in McLeod Ganj

Grandstands at the Wagah- Attari Border

The Greyhound in full sprint

Eliza, Amin’s yound daughter

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

The Monastery

The entire faculty and student body of Greenway kindergarten

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

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

Front entrance to the massive Lal Qila, or Red Fort

The center of Old Delhi

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

The view from our boat’s porch

The Weeping Wall

Crazy Himalayan roads

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

Shikaras sitting still as a motorboat passes them

Niki, the ball- stealing lovable lab

The Corinthian Tomb

The Dome of the Rock on Temple Mount

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

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

Punam in front of her Greenway Public Kindergarten

There she is

…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.

Heart of Laxmanjulah

Ancient ruins atop the Amman citadel

Looking out from Amin’s cafe

Amanda in front of the water fall

The Taj Mahal as it first appears through the entry gate

Practicing my “J”

The village of Rama

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

First ever Tuk- tuk (or Rikshaw) ride

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

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.

Laxmanjulah Bridge

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