Sandals and Me

I have weird feet. They are wide and my toes are long. I'm also unable to move my baby toe on my own. Trying to find sandals I can actually wear and be comfortable in is proving to be an impossible mission.

The sandals I brought with me almost completely wore through so I had buy some new ones. I was desperate and bought the first sandals I came across, a pair of thongs, knowing full well I cannot wear thong sandals. I can't wear thongs because my toes are too far apart and they just fly off unless I'm making a concerted effort to keep them on my feet. Going up or down stairs in a pair of thong sandals makes me look like a child who has just learned to walk.

Realizing the thongs would be no good as I continue my journy I looked for and bought a pair of adidas sport-type sandals. These fit perfectly in the store. The next day however, not so much. Conveniently these sandals waited until I was sufficiently far from the hostel and began slicing into my toes. Then I got the blisters on the sides of my feet. Fuck.

My toes gushing blood I finally had enough and went all MacGyver on the things. Using my trusty Swiss army knife I cut the band across the top of the sandals to better fit my gnarled and mangled feet. Brilliant! Then I wake up today to find my baby toe on my left foot is bright purple and about twice the size it should be. And it hurts, a lot.

Walking from the hostel to the train station this morning, usually a 7-minute or so walk, took about 20 minutes. My toe looks like an alien's head and the nail is it's glaring alien death eyes or something. Basically if you're backpacking around somewhere, having a gimpy foot is the worst possible ailment you could have.

You know what would make me feel better about my foot? A medium pizza. All for me.