Shifting Perspective

She abandoned me in Bolivia. In Uyuni, Bolivia, my girlfriend left. Here, on the edge of the salt flat, where an infinite sky and a featureless plain combine to skew perspective and drive photographers mad, Elle West simply rode away on her BMW F700GS.

“Well, I guess I’m never going to see her again,” I thought.

I can’t complain, I suppose. We had a good run, riding our motorcycles all the way from Canada to South America. But now she’s gone. I can’t believe she left me. Or did I leave her?

Anyway, let’s not split hairs. I’ll just sit here in this restaurant and have some peace and quiet. Yeah. I’m going to have a beer. In fact, you know what? There’s a hostel just around the corner. I could leave my motorcycle and walk. I think I’ll have two.

The last thing I heard from her was a bunch of sniping over the intercom. I was doing it too. I can admit that. But, when I finally parked my KLR 650 in front of this restaurant and she continued