...later that night.Partying like a rockstar wearing my (once) favourite black pumps proved devastating for my pumiced and tender feet. Could barely make the walk home and might have found myself stranded if I hadn't been rescued by one valiant egg soldier.
A piggy back ride up through the forest wasn't the fastest or most efficient method of transport...but I didn't mind. I'm always game for hitching a lift on someone elses shoulders.
March two steps forward. One step back.
Forward soldiers.
