【Traveling alone】

In summer, I chose to travel alone to enjoy my life.
My views are not conservative, and I pursue spiritual freedom, so I don't mind having romantic and sexual relationships with strange men I like. Moreover, beneath my dignified Eastern appearance lies a restless and uneasy heart.
Uyuni in Bolivia is the world's largest salt flat. I chose Bolivia, and specifically the Uyuni Salt Flat in this mountainous country, also because it's known as the "Mirror of the Sky."
After landing in La Paz, the capital of Bolivia, the bus entered the highlands after several hours of driving. The Andes Plateau has very few plants and animals. As far as the eye can see, there is only desert. Driving across the uninhabited wilderness, my first trip without my husband was very lonely. I felt like a drop in the ocean, and could only say: in this vast world, life is like dust.
When I was a young woman, I hated dust and thought it was dirty. But now, as the bus sped through the rolling hills and endless wilderness, billowing dust, I suddenly found myself enjoying this scene. The ancient road, buried in yellow dust, has faded, the glint of swords and shadows dimmed. The loess soil is our eternal home.
Approaching the Uyuni Salt Flats, a miracle occurred; a mirage appeared in the distance.
Uyuni is vast and flat, with almost no elevation difference. Covered by shallow water, the salt flats are smooth as a mirror, with extremely high reflectivity, hence the name "Mirror of the Sky." Looking at the salt flats, pure white and silent, it felt like another world.
Seeing the blue sky and white clouds reflected flawlessly on the salt flats, so lifelike, it truly deserves the title of a mirror. The salt crystals are translucent and shimmering, a crystal mirror indeed. The tourists in the same vehicle couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.
I think my trip was worthwhile.
The Buddha was tragic; if he had been born here, the other world would not be the vibrant spectacle of mandalas, but a tranquil, boundless expanse of lake and sky.
The Anama River, where Shakyamuni Buddha attained enlightenment, is merely a ditch. If he had attained enlightenment in Uyuni, he might have been able to more profoundly understand the Zen principle of the inherent purity of mind. Because in the Uyuni Salt Flats, one can more easily realize what it means to be "like a dream, like an illusion, like a dream, like a dream."
After getting off the bus, we ate some simple dry food. The Uyuni Salt Flats have extremely strict environmental requirements
, prohibiting tourists from leaving any litter. The driver said we were very lucky because the salt flats appeared exceptionally clear and clean today, thanks to a light rain the previous night. The sky reflected in the salt flats was remarkably real and ethereal. I sat alone by the salt flats, gazing intently at the "Mirror of the Sky."
This scene should perhaps be described with the lines "Moonlight like water, water like the sky," but my thoughts are too narrow, far inferior to the vastness of Uyuni. At this moment, the poem "The lake and the autumn moon harmonize, the surface of the pool is calm, like an unpolished mirror" might be used to describe it, but Liu Yuxi's description of Dongting Lake lacks a certain softness, far inferior to the clear, deep waters of the Uyuni Salt Flats
. Lost in my reverie, a young man greeted me in English, asking if I needed a guide. This young man was of typical Indo-European descent, about 175 cm tall, with Western features, a sunny smile, and impeccable manners.
My first impression was good, so I inquired about the price. The boy told me that if I hired a car alone, the price for traversing the Uyuni Salt Flats would be $150.
Looking at the boy's converted campervan, although not luxurious, it was clean and simple, so I agreed. The trip was from noon today to noon tomorrow.
Admiring the dazzling starry sky at night in the Salar de Uyuni is also a unique experience. In Bolivia, there's no need to worry about being with strangers; the people are friendly and the area is very safe.
Before I even settled into the passenger seat, the young man displayed the characteristic enthusiasm of South Americans, telling me his name was Gustafa, that he was 25 years old, and that he had been working as a driver and tour guide here since graduating from university.
Then he asked me where I was from.
I said, "I'm from China."
Gustafa seemed surprised, saying that in all his years as a tour guide, he had never met a Chinese person, though he had hosted some Japanese.
I asked, "What's your impression of the Japanese?"
He said, "Very good, well-behaved and polite."
Gustafa was very talkative, boasting that I was the most beautiful and sexy Asian woman he had ever seen. As for me, I wouldn't call myself beautiful, but compared to most reserved Chinese women, I seemed more outgoing, or perhaps even a bit unrestrained.
The car slowly moved across the Uyuni Salt Flats, and I listened to Gustafa's introduction. Bolivia was originally called the Bolivarian Republic, but later changed its name. The country is actually quite poor and underdeveloped. But through Gustafa, one can see the vibrant and upward-striving character of its people. In fact, this is a common characteristic of the South American continent: enjoying life to the fullest, without any scruples.
Of course, Bolivia lost its seaports in the war with Chile over a century ago, and its oil-rich southern region in the war with Paraguay. Its humiliating history is comparable to that of modern China. The loss of territory is similar to the Jiang Zemin of the 1990s. After driving for over an hour, Gustave asked me to get out of the car. He said, "The 'Mirror of the Sky' has just rained, its refractive index is at its most perfect, perfect for taking pictures."
So we stopped and strolled across the salt flats. Rainwater clung to the salt flats, making the sky appear even clearer and more pristine. Looking out at the vast expanse, the blue sky and white clouds were perfectly reflected in the salt flats, as if they were two parallel worlds. Lost in this pure white, transparent world, I felt as if I had entered the mirror myself. Unknown, inverted, incomprehensible.
I said: "This must be heaven, right?"
Gustave said: "No, this is a death illusion."
I said: "Death? Forget it, that's too terrifying."
Gustave said seriously: "No, death is another way of living." In our Inca civilization, life is an uninterrupted cycle.
I said, "In Eastern civilizations, life and death are also intertwined; it's a cycle of reincarnation."
Gustave said, "But in the Incas, death is an eternal end." The Incas worshipped death; they had a custom of human sacrifice since ancient times.
I didn't reply. Perhaps the Mayan and Inca cultures share a common characteristic: a yearning for and acceptance of death. The scene before me seemed vast, lonely, and clear, beautiful like a painting, yet empty like a mirror.
Gustave was good at charming women; he was filming me walking on the salt flats from afar. Walking on the white salt flats, the salt crystals glistening, the water crystal clear, I truly felt like a princess, untouched by worldly affairs, untouched by dust. As evening approached, darkness fell.
Gustave said, "My dear, the starlight at the Salar de Uyuni is even more beautiful at night. Let's rest for a while!"
South Americans are very easygoing. Not long after we met, he liked to call me "darling," and he genuinely liked me. I gladly accepted the title. It's quite an achievement for a 36-year-old woman to attract a 25-year-old man. I wasn't averse to this young man either; his bronze skin, strong physique, and handsome, somewhat Latin-looking face made him a trustworthy man on the vast plains. At least, it would be pleasant to fall asleep in the quiet of the night, embracing such a handsome man. I'm not promiscuous, because everyone inevitably experiences loneliness. Like this silent, vast salt flat, it's bound to be everyone's final destination.
After a quick bite of dry food, I was surprised to find hot water in the Gustave. Exhausted from the journey, I fell asleep quickly.
I don't know when, but in my drowsy state, Gustave woken me.
Through the car window, I saw the starry sky, like a mirror of the sky. Perhaps because of the high altitude and the close proximity, the stars appeared exceptionally bright, dazzling, and incredible. We all love gazing at the starry sky, but what if there were also glittering stars beneath our feet? Wouldn't it feel like walking on the stars?
Strolling across the pristine Uyuni Salt Flats, the starlight shimmered beneath my feet. The dreamlike, ethereal feeling was as if I were inside a Miyazaki anime. Like *Castle in the Sky*, in its emptiness and transcendence, a beautiful sensation permeated my entire being. Like *The Girl Who Leapt Through Time*, fragments of beauty lingered between reality and illusion.
At that moment, my physical self ceased to exist; my soul permeated the entirety of the Uyuni Salt Flats. This spiritual state was perhaps akin to Prajna, Nirvana, or Dhyana—a unity of self and other, a state of complete absorption. Gustave stayed with me for several hours until we felt the chill.
Gustave draped a coat over me and said, "Let's go back; it's cold." I nodded, and with Gustave's help, reluctantly returned to the car.
To warm up, Gustave started the car again. He even poured me a glass of Bolivian highland wine; it was a bit astringent, but enjoying a glass of wine in this wilderness with a handsome man was a delightful experience.
We were both relaxed, chatting about the beautiful starry sky. As the drinks flowed, Gustave suddenly asked me what I thought of the Uyuni Salt Flats.
I said: "A fairyland? Paradise? A land of hope? It's hard to describe with a single English word, but the beauty here has a surrealist feel, much like a Makoto Shinkai anime, a beauty that transcends reality." Gustave didn't know who Makoto Shinkai was, but he suddenly said, "A mirror of the sky, unparalleled."
I admired Gustave's summary, just as Rogge had summarized the Beijing Olympics. In that instant, I felt this big kid was very thoughtful. So, I stared intently at this handsome man.
Gustave was a little uncomfortable at first, but after a few seconds, he looked me directly in the eye, his eyes seemingly filled with fire and desire.
I nodded, and Gustave, understanding the situation, came over and gave me a passionate kiss. I didn't hold back either, and the two of us kissed passionately under the starlight. Although Gustave's beard was a bit prickly, I liked the intense feeling. My tongue was sucked on like bubblegum.
In the heat of passion, my breath quickened, and I placed Gustave's hand on my chest.
I'm not a breast goddess, but my C-cup breasts were full and round, easily grasped in his strong hands. Gustave seemed to enjoy caressing my breasts, kneading and pinching them like a child playing with a favorite toy. After a while, Gustave removed my shirt and began kissing and playing with my breasts. Every time I moaned, he would look up and say, "You're so beautiful, I love you."
My lower body quickly became wet. Gustave then completely let go, like a seasoned prostitute, beginning to fondle my genitals with his fingers. I, in turn, spread my legs, letting Gustave play with me.
Facing a shy boy, I, in my lust, had to take the initiative. In the midst of our intimacy, I also pulled down Gustave's pants and gently played with this big boy's thick penis. Since I hadn't showered, I didn't use my mouth to pleasure it. Gustave also wanted to lower his head and give me oral sex. But I refused. I'm a germaphobe and didn't want the slightest imperfection to ruin the pleasure.
What followed was incredibly simple. I lay sprawled on the small bed in the RV, letting Gustav flutter and dance around me like a butterfly. I wanted to try other positions, but the bed was too small.
Half an hour later, Gustav ejaculated. He lay on top of me, gently kissing me, saying, "Darling, you're so beautiful. I love your sexy, delicate body."
I hugged Gustav back, saying, "You're so strong, darling, I love you too."
Afterwards, Gustav gently wiped my body, saying he was very healthy because we hadn't used any protection. Gustav said I was the second woman in his life; the first was his wife.
After a short rest, dawn broke, and Gustav drove to our destination. I felt tired and drifted off to sleep. Enjoying this wonderful lovemaking in the Uyuni Salt Flats, I knew I had lost myself in the throes of orgasm.
The pursuit of sexual pleasure, I think, is a human instinct, and no law or religion has the right to interfere. The premise is that it cannot harm or affect others.
Having already experienced the transparency, clarity, and pure whiteness of the Uyuni Salt Flats yesterday, I seem to have no interest in it today. I think I'm a bit tired. After all, in the face of sex, any beautiful scenery is fleeting. "
Beautiful scenery, but what a pity; pleasing to the eye, but whose courtyard is it?" This is my summary of my experience at the Uyuni Salt Flats. At the moment of penetration, a man and woman are like the scenery of Uyuni—everything is transparent, pure, and natural. Upon arriving at our destination, Mustafa asked me where I was going. I said I was going to Lake Titicaca.
Mustafa: If you don't mind, I can go with you.
I said: Sure, it would be my pleasure. How much?
Although I had a physical relationship with Mustafa, in a foreign country, this doesn't mean anything. Because everyone is independent, even married couples.
Mustafa said: Is this free?
I asked: Why?
He said: He's accompanying me on this trip as my boyfriend.
We smiled at each other and left the Salar de Uyuni together.
Then, we prepared to head to Bolivia.
As I parted, I looked back at the Salar de Uyuni. I thought to myself, I will never forget this place, for it is an eternal pilgrimage, a land of dreams.

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