Aussie kids can run in thongs, bush bash in thongs, ride their bikes in thongs, hell – Aussie kids with a pony can even ride in thongs!
However, when you travel south-east Asia you learn things about walking in thongs that no Aussie childhood can prepare you for! Navigating mangroves, walking through wet-markets without getting that gross black shite all over the backs of your legs, making it through rice paddies with your thongs still attached to your feet and climbing jungle vines without releasing your thongs to the orangutans below.
Feeding up this morning felt like a cross between navigating the mangroves in West Sumatra and walking through the wet markets in Kampot, Cambodia. When it is as wet as it is here in the Swan Valley this morning it is always best to resort to thongs for feeding up. My feet are waterproof, you see, unlike most shoes (trust me, even Hunter wellies wouldn’t survive today!), so I slip on my thongs and plan to hose of my feet at the end of the feed run.