Comfortable High Heels For Flat Feet

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Phongsali
I walked toward Her Hat much of the day. Visibility: five meters. The soil, a skating rink: mud, mud, mud.

I meet some women who walk with no ant hood responsible for their wood. It means arriving well before crossing. Then a white shape emerges. They say a few words for me and three meters, identify that my face is that of a falanga and remain banned.
On the edge of the rink, few Chinese headstones abandoned. At the foot of a tree, precious offerings: flowers, woven bamboo container shaped cornucopia, filled with rice and vegetables, long leaves of wild green and very shiny moisture ... Everything is cool morning .

After three hours of skating at a good pace, I get to a village. A man standing in white, seems to expect. As he understands my question but I did not reply, it looks to draw in the mud with his forefinger.
- Phongsali: six. His Hat: fourteen.
- Fourteen! And I thought
eat my rice there and bring me a vehicle through ten or twenty thousand kip ... I'm too hungry. I walk a few tens of meters in order not to embarrass the man left without speaking with him, and sit down under a panel hosted by a small roof, atop a large pile of wet stones. I leave the plastic bag containing the rice still warm - great joy that calms the body.
I hear a figure approaching. It emerges from the fog, accompanied by a dog quiet. It is a beautiful young woman. The hairy covered with a bright pink towel. Face very flat, oval. Surprise I see there is also worrying. Then it identifies the rice: I stopped to eat, it's something we can understand around the world. The dog also identifies the rice: it is something that every dog in the world know. He lies to ten feet and stares at me while waiting for leftovers.
To be accepted everywhere always be occupied by a daily activity. Eat, sew the bag, dry the sin above the brazier, massage my feet, still eating, reading, writing, smoking itself.
The young woman returns to work: Fill a large burlap sack with stones from the pile. Once the full bag - which must weigh close to fifty pounds - she loaded onto her shoulder and groaned almost inaudibly, and takes place in a slightly elevated, which is not in white but I hear the sounds through the silence of snow almost . Men's voices and regularly knocks on stone. They are building something.
I stay long enough to observe three roundtrips. In the end, the animal is at my feet. It's a nursing bitch. When I'm satisfied, I threw him the rest of rice, which landed in a hollow between two stones. She starts to dig and lick the stones. I got up to resume road. I go Phongsali.