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Around the world in 20 years

There is a lot of ground to cover if one wanted to visit all the 190 plus officially recognized countries in our world.

A lot of them have even more water to cover to get to them.

But the family all aligned on the merits of burning fossil fuels to appreciate other cultures embarked on few voyages in the past two decades and came back with lots of pictures and memories to last this lifetime.

Below are glimpses from the five of seven continents we touched down on..in no particular order.. and merely arranged based on the laziness of finding these gems by yours truly


Above pic is of my breakfast in Pune, India

High calorific content amidst a humid and noisy ambience not captured in the picture the rice lentil crepe is a crispy delight.


Above vista is a ski slope near the Tahoe basin of the Sierra Nevada range in winter in Northern California.


Bull. No really ... it is a big deal in India.  It is what Shiva the destructor of this universe rode on.. as myths go it makes sense to park your ride outside the house... the temple for Shiva in Hampi, India.


Ana's hummingbird spotted hogging a fence in California.


A square in old town Prague, Czech Republic.


Over the Danube and under the bridge in Budapest, Hungary.


Navigating our way in Japan at a shrine on Honshu island.  The orange pillars are sponsored by local businesses for years as a way of charitable giving.


The train to the Inca citadel of Machu Picchu in Peru chugging alongside the mighty Urubamba river.



Famed stadium housing the cricket lawns at the Melbourne Cricket Club in Australia.


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