Exactly what the title says.

I noticed during my month in the Himalayas that a lot of shoes were being abandoned. I thought I'd make this post in honour of them.

The creative person in me automatically fabricates background stories for each one, which I'll share because... why not?

Shoes

This poor guy. The Himalayan landscape was obviously not designed for someone like him, and though he fared better than some we will see, he's now looking for a new partner, hopefully before the sun sets.

If you ask me, this couple are doing just fine. They obviously seeked liberation from their master and went their own way, to smoother grounds.

Suffering from PTSD (Post-traumatic Shoe Disownership), this fellow has seen it all. It's too late for him, this is his time. Just leave him be.

His brother fared somewhat better. A sniper in the shoe shelves, he managed to see but not feel. Dishonourably discharged for untied laces in battle.

This solitary lass is doing just fine, however. Young, with German heritage, that super passport is gonna take her places beyond imagination. Screw humans.

This is a bathroom slipper. Totally lost.

After days of traipsing across the desert valleys between Annapurna mountain peaks, it was obvious any attempt to survive was futile. Give up.

I mean, if you give up for long enough, you become one with nature like so. The circle of life continues, the grass eats the shoe, the shoe becomes the plant, and a new shoe steps on the plant.

A survivor. Countless shoes lost in the river torrents, including her life-partner. Just let me rest... just... just a little bit...