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The Barefoot Monster 

What is it about hippy douch bags when your away (Trayahvelling) that makes u feel a sense of extreme envy, and intense irritation all at the same. You see them walking around, with their dreds and front and back back packs. The innitial reaction is - WANKER. Although after sometime you start to envy their cavalier quality. While your trying to succeed in making your own hiking boots,  and battered clothing look somehow ironic, and cool (whilst acttually hiking). They seem to be going barefoot. The first thing that comes to mind is hygeine. It can't be ok to go around with no shoes on. Like, what if glass, or an Aids infested herione needle spiked into you? The second thought seems to be, its NOT 1969, the vietnam war is is over, doing stuff like, not wearing shoes and wearing loose fitting linen clothing is more of a fashion choice, rather than the political statement that it once was.

Wherever I am, I'll be honest, I have to find something, someone to hate or make fun of. This just could be my judgemental nature coming through whilst im in unknown lands, with nothing to judge becuase it's so damn uncorrupted by western fashion hierarchy, and pop culture here. That automatically I have began to pick on the strange travelling hippy types who do yoga every morning in the front lobby of a Guesthouse. But I just can't, under any circumstances, take thease people seriously. How can you?

Looking like that, acting like that, is as much of a life choice, as wearing a missoni headscarf, and jimmy choo mockinsons in order to look alternative and hippy. To travel for 25 years, is obviously a somewhat impressive thing. To literally just for want of a better word 'chill' for the rest of your life. But people there is really no need to go around looking like you just stepped out of a most un-chic time machine. it's just not ok.

(written in Laos, South East Asia)