In preparation for my hike up Mt. Kilimanjaro, I walked to Nakumatt today. It’s probably 3 or 4 miles. I strapped on my hiking boots, which I bought 20 years ago. I love these hiking boots, mainly because I don’t have to break them in.
As I got about halfway to Nakumatt, I realized that something felt funny. I looked down, and both of the soles of my shoes were flapping around at the toes. Uh-oh, I thought. Those won’t keep out water anymore. But I kept on walking.
Then after another 1/2 mile or so, I looked down again, and both soles were about to fall off completely. If I weren’t relying on these shoes for my hike, it would have been really funny.
By the time the soles completely fell off, it really was funny. I was carrying my soles in my hands, and people were staring at me (more than the usual, “Wow-you’re-not-black” staring). I ended up deciding that these shoes could never be mended to keep out water, so I threw out the soles on the street near some shoe vendors. I figured that if one of them wanted to use the soles, they would pick them up.
When I got back to the Thiiri Centre, I laughed about it with Jane, the woman who cleans my room. She said that I should keep the soles so they can be mended, but I explained that they will never be waterproofed again. But she said that they could still be worn as shoes.
How selfish can I be? I figured that *I* couldn’t wear the shoes, so I didn’t keep the soles. But of course *someone* here can wear the shoes. Ugh… selfish, selfish me. But I gave Jane the shoes and she said that the shoe person she knows could put something on the bottom for someone to use.