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After a long-ish hike (I know…who knew I’d do so many hikes on this trip?), we were walking back through a little village, and I spotted another random bit of Americana. What was it?

No…that’s just a local dustbin/trashcan

No, silly…that’s just plain clothes

Nope…just an empty paint can

Ah, yes…fake Crocs

(and yes, I walked into their yard and onto the steps to take this picture)

I just bought new shoes. My colleagues have been laughing at me since I discovered a month ago there were holes in the bottom of these. But it was just the yellow rubber layer, and the hole didn’t cause a problem unless it rained…then water soaked through. (Yes, I know I’m cheap)

But after last Sunday’s day of mucho walking, one more layer came through on the right shoe.

I’d bought these crazy beasts in Vietnam when I had to have close-toed shoes for a tour we were taking. I just wanted some cheapo $3 canvas shoes. Being Vietnam, though, all they had were knock-offs of an American brand (which I actually hadn’t realized it was an American brand until I got to Australia and everyone there was wearing it and thinking it was tres American). And so I ended up paying a lot more than $3.

I had put off buying new shoes because I figured they’d get as nasty and dirty as the ol’ yeller ones. But considering my socks and feet got dirty from wearing these, today I broke down and bought their Indian counterpart.

Yeah.