Sad day today, I’ve had to finally accept that my flip flops are going to the great sandy beach in the sky.
Purchased outside the central market in Nouakchott, Mauritania for the princely sum of about 65 centimes, (He only had one, I had to go back the next day to get the other one) they’ve lasted me nearly two years, but after much insistence from the other half, I’ve had to chuck them out.
With the dust of ten different countries in their pleated soles, I’m loathe to see them go, but even the bits that aren’t holed, are so thin as to let me feel everything underneath me. I feel a bit like the princess and the pea when I walk.
Any suggestions for a good flip flop happily received, I’m currently bereft.