RIP my faithful Friends - may you give the thief foot fungus.

After being woken by some inconsiderate guests in the hostel I rolled out of bed to have my afternoon shower.

Reaching down to the spot I keep my pair of well worn thongs I was dismayed to find them missing. I assumed I’d simply placed them at the end of my bed, nope no sign. At this point a wave of panic set in – where were my faithful pluggers, my foot coverings that have survived hiking around Beijing China, a tour of the Potala Palace in Tibet, every campsite on the way over the Himalayas, a safari in Nepal, and the dirty streets of New Delhi India?

I pulled everything out of my bag, I looked under the bed, searched the room high and low and have come to a single conclusion…. SOME PRICK HAS STOLEN THEM!

So I’m confused, in countries where the $3 price tag is expensive they were left alone even by the shoeless street beggars, but I hit London, a town where you can purchase a pair, a NEW PAIR, for less than a pound and some complete asshole takes my battered, dirty, slightly smelly flip-flops?!

So I’m now pluggerless – and am going to be forced to wear another pair in, but there’s more than that. Those thongs had sentimental value, they had the dust, dirt and sweat of my adventures embedded in their very souls and some complete c*nt is now wearing my road weary pair like they’re his/her own!

So all I have left is the plugger tan on my feet.

RIP my dear rubber friends you will be missed

GK Out.

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