My feet are a mess, but they do tell the stories of recent travels:
For starters, there's the alien life form that's been with me since Borneo - my ringworm friend.
Then there's the big bruise under the big toe on my right foot - the result of the endless downhill at the end of the Tongariro Crossing. The nail will probably drop off again. Poor thing, it's only recently probably grown back after the same thing happened coming of Mt Kinabalu in Malaysia.
My little toes are recovering from wee sandle blisters incurred in the quest to find a disused tunnel along the Forgotten World Highway.
Finally, my heels have been ripped open by giant blisters after tramping 37km through the NZ bush yesterday.
How come all mum has suffered so far is a 'bit of rubbing' on her right heel?!
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