After a while of walking barefeeted in flip-flops the skin of your feet harden, they turn red, and they feel alive.
For two years I didn't wear socks (except for the rainy trekking session in Drakensberg in South Africa in 2005), and I only wore closed shoes when absolutely a must.
I might sound spiritual here, but there is a certain feeling of freedom and earthy grounding attached to walking barefeeted in simple flip-flops.
These red feet are not mine, but belongs to my good South African friend - Ian - who would wear flip-flops to work if only the dresscode at the Standard Chartered in Johannesburg would allow it.
Photo taken in Harare, Zimbabwe in November 2003.


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