This might look like an unremarkable motorbike. But it was with this Yamaha that I learned how to ride. I was in India. I was wearing rainbow flip-flops. I almost hit a cow.
That’s me. You might mistake me for a wind-swept, desert-trekking, adventure guru. But I’m really just a privileged western man who is riding a camel that’s being led by a man who wants a reasonable tip.
Every Sunday afternoon this couple dances the tango in Plaza Dorrego. Onlookers take photos of the couple. I was an onlooker. I asked myself, “Will I ever press my temple against someone else’s temple?”