I lost my sole on my way to Lake 69

It would make a great song title; ‘I lost my soul on my way to Lake 69’…except for the fact that I lost my SOLE, not my soul! πŸ˜‰

After 12 years of duty my hiking boots decided to retire; in the same trip both soles came off!! Pretty amazing that I still made it to ‘Laguna 69’ as the hard plastic sole on the inside made hiking extremely hard; it got very slippery on the trail, especially the river crossing rocks…will-power and extreme care did it! πŸ˜‰
So, my next challenge was to find new hiking boots as I am not done exploring Peru by foot! πŸ˜‰ Now, finding hiking boots in Huaraz (aka mountaineering paradise) is no problem at all, finding the right size (=BIG πŸ˜‰ ) is however! It took me a great deal of the afternoon and many, many shops, but I succeeded! In the process I discovered that speaking Spanish would have made things a lot easier and go faster, and I also found out that the size mentioned on the boot is totally random; it turns out I am a size 46,5 (US12) here in Peru, WTF?!?

All in all another nice experience in Peru! Below the story in photos for the ones who like pictures over text. πŸ˜‰





All ends well…