50 Years In Exile

I think I would have to lie to say I wasn't glad to be done with India. Not because I didn't like it or I didn't enjoy myself, India takes a lot from a person that isn't used to such a place. It took a lot out of me but it gave me much more than just memories. I left early this morning for Bangkok and here I sit, with the shades drawn and the lights off, sitting in my underwear and needing a shower badly. Today, I'm on vacation from my vacation. There is a new city out there in a new country but I don't care. Pictures from the last week and a half or so:

One of the fine luxury coaches of the Indian public transport system. This one even has windows.
It was very early in the morning.

Reflection pool.

Two women.

Some of the famous inlay work of the Taj Mahal.

Rooftops in Agra.

Tourists gawking across the Yamuna River at the Taj.

Bustling train station.

Prayer wheels.

Buddhist monestary in steeps of the Himalaya.

Buddha

Prayer Flags

Crazy Buddhist art.

Big fish eat the little ones.

Paragliding in the Himalaya.

Prayer flags in Rohtang Pass.

High in the mountains.

Vertical prayer flags.

Represented at this table: Great Britain, France, Italy, Canada, United States and Argentina.

The moonscape.

14,000 ft

The panorama.

Camp 3 sunrise.

View from my hotel roof. Canceled my flight and didn't get on my bus so I could spend and extra week here.