91 Days Remaining
My feet after a day of flip flopping around Arequipa’s polluted streets.
Travelling has given me the feet of a 90 year old. They are disgusting, no offence to any 90 year olds out there.
Actually you probably do have nicer feet than me because you keep them all cosy and soft in your slippers. Mine on the other hand are not cosy in the slightest. All the hiking, flip flop wearing, cold showers and pollution have really started to take its toll on my poor feet. Plus my three pairs of socks which I’m travelling with (yes just three) have all lost their softness. In fact one pair has massive holes on both heels. As a result of all this nonsense my feet are rock hard, always dirty (I do shower) and cracked. SICK.
I blame the fact that any vehicle, cars/scooters/trucks/buses/motorbikes….you name it, doesn’t seem to have to pass an MOT. They just shoot out tons of pollution by the second, all over my feet!
Where is the pedicure fairy?
That’s all for today folks! Huesta Luego!
You can read my last post here, 92 Days Remaining, the South American Bus Experience!
wander with coffee 