The State of My Feet

Yeah, yeah, we’re in China, but the really impressive thing is the size of my feet. And thus begins my 2,256 hours in Asia, with feet three times their normal size, and the only comfort I had on the plane was knowing that if we were to crash in the Pacific Ocean I would have optimal buoyancy to survive. Way to go body and your defense mechanisms! Having landed, however, I would very much appreciate it if everything could return to its normal and proper size so that I can once again secure the straps on my shoes without them popping off with every step. The sound of the Velcro coming up is starting to embarrass me.

Not going to lie, I realize that swollen feet aren’t very exciting, but so far the state of my feet is the most interesting thing that has happened. But really all this means is that the flight was easy, if extremely long, and the hostel is surprisingly nice and much more hotel-like than I would have expected.