Waihi

You may or may not be aware that Reece's shoes went missing a few weeks back. He is convinced they fell out of the van. I have a sneaking suspicion somebody jacked 'em. Either way, the trusty sneakers that have walked all over God's green earth (literally) are no longer with us. Which is actually really sad. From hiking Machu Picchu to strolling through the Serengeti to approaching the Great Pyramids... We sorta have an emotional attachment to the shoes who've seen it all. We're trying to look on the bright side - Maybe his shoes just weren't ready to stop traveling. So now, they will live a happy eternity on the road.

Anyhow, yesterday on the beach, his flip flops got snatched up too. His cheap, gross, buried halfway into the sand flip flops. What is with these people?!

So, Reece is officially shoeless. Weeks away from our return home, and he is walking the streets of New Zealand barefoot. Did I mention it's also raining? The fine line between "backpackers living in a van" and "bums" has officially been crossed.