Feet

I can't believe they let me get away with this!  

I made a policy when I arrived on---I have to look this up on my iPhone-  Saturday.  It is now-  again- Tuesday.   I decided not to wear shoes during this stay, ever.  And I have not.  It's so much nicer than having to find your shoes in the morning, finding a place to sit and wedging them on your dirty feet.  Why don't just go au natural?  Feels great, and that's what the locals do.

Oops, that's an arm.  And a cheetah eyeing it hungrily.

Happy feet can go right in the water.. and step on a sea urchin.

Bare feet grip to the wet deck better and they dry pretty quickly.

I broke this toe in the Serengeti while wearing those evil shoes, slamming my foot into a concrete pillar.

I always carry my torch at night and shine in front of every step.  I met this guy by the pool, where i wouldnt wear shoes normally anyway, in Lake Manyara, Tanzania.  I had my torch and I was so glad.  The Naturalist told me this is the most poisionous insect in Africa, a black scorpion.  I think he just wanted to be mates since he followed me to the bar, which the Naturalist said was not possible, but my safari mates witnessed it.

Beach-Walking to the north side of the island to visit the turtles, of course I broke toe number two kicking into a big piece of coral embeddedon the sand.  Ouch.

After the final barefoot dinner, I moisturised my rugged feet with cocoa butter.  It's chocolate for your skin.

Must be time to go to the real world

Mae and I forced to wear show projectors in Catharine's palace in st Petersburg