By Leona Thomas
My sandals had died. Even superglue could no longer help them. It was time for action.
My friend came on his motorbike to take me to Nepal Immigration so I could buy my next visa. I explained my problem and he took me shopping on the way home. He did it the Nepali way and maybe you will recognise this:
When he got to Batisputali, instead of turning right onto the dirt road that led to my home, he went straight past Dwarika Hotel and then stopped just before the junction. There was a small shoe shop there. I had told him that I wanted pink crocs. The dirt road required sensible shoes - no stiletto heals for me unless I wished to go straight to hospital!
This first shop had ugly man coloured crocs. There was no way my girly feet would accept them. I left and climbed back on to his motorbike. He went left at the Gausala junction and took me to a succession of shops. They often had fancy intricate ladies shoes that would die just looking at my uneven stony mud road! And they had ugly man coloured crocs. But there were no pink crocs to be found anywhere.
He made me cross the very busy, very wide street to a shop that had a sale on. It took 10 minutes to get across and back but I came away empty-handed.
So then we turned left at the next main junction and now we were headed into Maiti Ghar. A new street but the same results. I must have got on and off of that motorbike some 20 times and I can tell you it was tiring. And still not a pair of pink crocs in sight.
Eventually my friend said he had to get to his bank before they closed so he took me back home.
The next morning I decided to take matters into my own hands. No more doing it the normal human way. From Kathmandu to London and on to Moscow people all around the world go shopping that way. But I could remember many times when I had done it differently and I now decided to go into Leona mode. My pink crocs were going to need some magic if we were to rendezvous with each other...
I left my apartment in Leona mode.
I went to just one shop - a shop I had never seen before in my life - and I found my shoes. They were easily inside my budget and they looked and felt good.
It was magic.
And they even had a huge sign on the underneath, on the soles, that said MAGIC.
Yes I went shopping for shoes using the power of magic and I came away with a MAGIC pair of pink shoes to prove it!
Are you wearing your magic shoes today?
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