In Hilo, we saw a pair of worn-through slippas. It reminded me of my briefly hijacked shoes in Oaxaca.

These shoes too have gone the distance.

I found an “Ode to Da Rubba Slippas” online. Here’s an excerpt:

And when I go party and leave my slippa outside,
somebody always steal’em and take’em for one joy ride!

And when I come outside all drunk and no more too much care,
I put on anybody’s rubba slippa and get one kalakoa pair!

(Kalakoa – pidgin for not matching or many colors)

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