#waterproof crocs

[bestboating]

Are Crocs Water Shoes? The Truth Unveiled

Introduction

Crocs have taken the footwear world by storm with their distinctive design and comfort. But a common question that arises is whether Crocs are suitable as water shoes. In this comprehensive guide, we will explore the features and capabilities of Crocs to determine if they can be considered as water shoes. So, let’s dive in and unveil the truth!

What are Crocs?

Before we delve into whether Crocs can be used as water shoes, let’s understand what Crocs actually are. Crocs are a type of lightweight and durable footwear made from a special foam resin known as Croslite. They were first introduced in 2002 and gained immense popularity due to their unique design and comfort. Initially designed as boating shoes, Crocs have evolved into a versatile footwear option used for various activities.

Why are Crocs So Popular?

Crocs have become a global sensation, and their popularity can be attributed to several factors. First and foremost, they are incredibly comfortable, providing a cushion-like feel to the feet. The ventilation holes on the upper surface of Crocs allow air circulation, keeping feet cool and dry. Additionally, Crocs come in a wide range of colors and styles, appealing to both adults and children alike. Their lightweight design makes them easy to wear for extended periods without causing discomfort.

Are Crocs Waterproof?

The pivotal question that determines if Crocs can be considered water shoes is whether they are waterproof. Crocs, by design, are water-resistant and can withstand exposure to water without damage. This makes them suitable for various water-related activities, such as walking on the beach, wading through streams, or strolling in the rain. The waterproof nature of Crocs is primarily due to the Croslite material, which does not absorb water like traditional fabric or leather shoes.

Can You Wear Crocs in the Water?

While Crocs are water-resistant, the extent to which you can wear them in the water depends on the specific model. Some Crocs are designed with added grip and traction, making them suitable for wearing in wet conditions, such as near the pool or on a boat deck. These specialized Crocs often have a non-slip sole, providing better stability on wet surfaces. However, it is essential to note that not all Crocs are suitable for swimming or submerging in water for extended periods.

Crocs for Water Activities

For casual water activities like beachcombing, gardening, or light hiking in wet environments, regular Crocs with water-resistant properties should suffice. The presence of drainage holes in some Crocs models allows water to escape, preventing discomfort caused by prolonged water exposure.

Specialized Water-Friendly Crocs

If you’re specifically looking for water shoes that you can wear for aquatic sports or activities like kayaking, rafting, or paddleboarding, there are specialized water-friendly Crocs available. These models are designed with enhanced grip, quick-drying materials, and secure straps to keep your feet in place during water adventures.

Maintaining Crocs for Longevity

Proper care and maintenance can significantly extend the lifespan of your Crocs. After water exposure, ensure you rinse them with clean water and allow them to air dry. Avoid leaving them in direct sunlight or near a heat source, as extreme heat can cause deformation of the Croslite material.

FAQs about Crocs as Water Shoes

Q: Can I wear Crocs for snorkeling or scuba diving? A: No, it is not advisable to wear Crocs for snorkeling or scuba diving, as they are not designed to provide the necessary support and protection required for these activities.

Q: Can children wear Crocs as water shoes? A: Yes, children can wear Crocs as water shoes, as they are comfortable, lightweight, and easy to clean. However, ensure they have a secure fit to prevent slips and falls.

Q: Are there any safety concerns with wearing Crocs in the water? A: While Crocs offer good traction on wet surfaces, it is essential to exercise caution to avoid slips and potential injuries.

Q: Can I wear socks with Crocs in water? A: It is not recommended to wear socks with Crocs in water, as it may hinder their quick-drying capabilities and cause discomfort.

Q: Can I use Crocs for fishing? A: Yes, Crocs can be suitable for fishing trips, as they are water-resistant and provide comfort during long hours of standing.

Q: Are all Crocs models water-resistant? A: While most Crocs are water-resistant, not all models are suitable for prolonged water exposure. Check the product specifications for water-friendly features.

Conclusion

In conclusion, Crocs can indeed be considered as water shoes, but the extent of their suitability depends on the specific model and intended water activities. For casual water-related outings, regular Crocs with water-resistant properties are ideal. However, for more adventurous water activities, it is best to opt for specialized water-friendly Crocs with enhanced grip and quick-drying capabilities. Whatever your choice, Crocs continue to be a popular and comfortable choice of footwear for a variety of occasions.

Remember to take good care of your Crocs to ensure they provide you with lasting comfort and style. So, go ahead, embrace the Crocs phenomenon, and enjoy your adventures in style and comfort! Happy walking, whether on land or in water!

[deva-arts]

Some obligatory hiatus doodles

[totoshappylife]

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[local-philocalist]

Purse Essentials

① Coach Juliet Shoulder Bag in Maple. ② Aspinal of London 8 Card Billford Wallet in Deep Shine Amazon Brown Croc. ③ Planet Earth Body Lotion in Wild Fig and Vanilla. ④ Apple iPhone 15 Plus in Pink with Burga Orange Lemonade Case. ⑤ Slip Pure Silk Minnie Scrunchies. ⑥ Elie Saab Le Parfum 10ml. ⑦ Fenty Beauty Gloss Bomb Universal Lip Luminizer in Fussy. ⑧ One Size Lip Snatcher Waterproof Precision Lip Liner in Coin Collector. ⑨ Palmolive Hand Sanitiser Cherry Blossom 48ml. ⑩ Laneige Lip Treatment Balm. ⑪ Fenty Beauty Invisimatte Instant Setting and Blotting Powder. ⑫ Eclipse Strawberry Sugar Free Mint. ⑬ Neutrogena Mini Makeup Remover Wipes. ⑭ From Sister Blue and Orange Silicone Wired Headphones Case. ⑮ Apple EarPods USB-C. ⑯ Happyit Leather Car Key Cover Case for Car Keys.

[tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors]

another keeping cool tip, this is one I've been using for many many years as a member of the Frequent Migraines Club-- the skin at your wrists is thiner, which means if you can cool them down with damp cloth or similar, it can help cool your body temp! sometimes I'll take wet bandannas and tie them around my wrists, ankles, and neck, and it helps bunches. also a mobile option.

for a sillier mobile option, wet/damp socks + waterproof shoes (crocs, keens, flip-flops, etc) can help if you're trying to cool down but need to be doing Tasks that require movement. I personally hate this one because. well. wet socks. but it is handy when absolutely necessary. (you also look a fool with this method but I choose to believe it is charming.)

also a tip from a friend of mine who has cf&pots, wet paper towel in the freezer for a few minutes is good because it won't stay cold for long enough to hurt your skin, and the evaporation is good for cooling you off.

NICE all very good tips, thank you!

[plantanarchy]

what shoes do you wear for work? / do you have any waterproof ankle boot recommendations (for wide feet)?

Crocs lol I know they don't work for everyone but they're the only shoe that doesn't hurt my feet. I also have wide feet so go a size up. I wear their ankle length muck boot style in the winter and just classic clog for summer

[dragons-and-dwarves-are-nice]

To the Shadows that Cry Witch /// Chapter 2

Welcome to the second chapter! As I've said before, this whole story is gonna be a bit long winded, so hopefully you're all in for the long term, hope you enjoy! <3

Summary: Magic was real, but it came at a price. So when two girls from England ended up in the one place they never thought they could reach, strange things began to happen. Good or bad? That's up to them to find out.

Tags: Kíli x oc/reader - Fíli x oc (POV to be written soon) - Thorin's company x ocs/reader (platonic) - fluff - angst - SUPER slow burn - crack - Bagginshield

Word Count: 2133

Warnings: Swearing

Taglist - comment or message to be added!

PLEASE READ THE PROLOGUE & CHAPTER 1 IF YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY

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Now available on Wattpad and AO3 (please let me know if links aren't working)

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PART 1: Chapter 2 -

I should've stayed in bed.

The Song Thrush has brown upper-parts and black-spotted cream or buff underparts. Its distinctive song, which has repeated musical phrases, has frequently been referred to in poetry.

I let out a groan as a hand tapped me repeatedly on the shoulder. I waved my arm about, eyes still shut tight until the onslaught stopped. Then came the unfortunate sound of curtains being ripped open.

“Girlie get the fuck up.” I heard.

Letting out more groans of complaint I rolled over away from the light as it poured into the dark room, only to be met with a wad of paper in the back of the head.

“Kate.” They said.

Now somewhat awake, I rolled back over and leant up on my elbow to face the perpetrator.

“What-?” I croaked in confusion.

Said perpetrator was glaring at me with wide eyes, sat on the opposite bed, arm still outstretched from throwing.

Looking down at what assaulted me, I picked up a leaflet, the front a picture of a waterfall, with the title ‘Magic of Ullswater’ printed in a bold white font. I looked back at Kay still perched on her bed, surprised that she was willingly conscious at this time of day, until I remembered our schedule.

“Ah,” I guiltily scrunched my face in realisation, “was this today?”

“Yes!” She exclaimed, pointing at the glaring number on her phone. “And it’s already seven!”

“Don’t worry, I’m up” I rolled out of bed and swung open the wardrobe doors, grabbing what I needed before heading to the bathrooms to freshen up and get ready. Within twenty minutes I was back in the room, halving my normal time since Kay being up this early meant she was truly determined to execute what she had planned. On an average day you wouldn’t see her fully awake until at least ten.

After a quick breakfast in the canteen, we went back up to ensure everything needed was packed and ready for today’s hike. After all, going to see the waterfall was one of the main reasons we had gone. You mention rocks to Kay and she is there.

We laced up our walking boots and headed outside, up the path until we reached the edge of the road where the shuttle bus dropped us off days earlier. The weather had changed for the better, the temperature hiked up to a comfortable twenty two degrees accompanied by a blue sunny sky. Perfect for today’s plans, where only summer clothes were required.

I wore my cream vest top tucked into my baggy olive green trousers, and a thick brown belt looped through, with a loose fitting chunky white cardigan left unbuttoned over the top, and of course my favourite white floral patterned socks.

Kay on the other hand, was in her cargo trousers, along with a grey cropped vest top and a thin zip up hoodie tied around her waist. Unfortunately Dr Martens and platform crocs weren’t the most suitable shoes for hiking, lest you want your ankles broken, so were replaced with hiking boots, and obviously waterproofs were packed away in our rucksacks just in case. As lovely as it was, you can never trust British weather.

Eventually, the local bus slowed to a stop. Sifting through my pockets I pulled out and counted up what loose change I had, handing it over. After stating our destination and receiving our tickets, we headed to the back of the relatively empty bus, which was surprising considering it was the middle of summer. We both placed down our rucksacks and sat on either side of the aisle, propping up our feet on the other seats. With a groan and a jolt, the bus’s engine sprang back to life, and begun its journey down the road, over the vast rolling hills.

“Hey.” I looked away from the window at the sound of Kay speaking, “Did you remember to bring the passes?”

I leant back in mock offense. “Of course.” I retorted. “Must you deem me that unreliable??”

She snorted at my reaction. “Well you forgot what day it was earlier, so I had to double check.”

I deadpanned at her, reaching into my bag to procure two sheets of paper, shoving them up at Kay so she could see the print. “I double checked at least ten times, after all this saves us the twenty quid entry.”

Kay sat back with a quiet sigh of relief, whilst I safely tucked the papers back away. Looking back, I asked her which part of the trail she wanted to visit first.

Her eyes darted around as they narrowed in thought.

“The waterfall.” She declared. “You’ve been before, is it close to the entrance?”

“Somewhat.” I answered as I picked at my lip. “Within a fifteen-ish minute walk of the car park.”

“As long as you actually remember where to go.” She taunted, before laughing at my frown. “Cuz I wanna see some stratification.” She said eagerly, tapping on what looked like a diagram in the book laid on her lap.

“Well as long as you don’t start licking the rocks as soon as we get there, otherwise you’ll scare the children off.” I tormented, ducking down giggling as the book was launched at my head.

Soon enough, we arrived, and after proving to Kay that I actually knew the route, we followed the continuous thunder until we reached the 65 foot waterfall, now towering ahead of us. Kay jogged ahead, eager to reach the moss covered bridge that curved over the deep ravine that the water had carved into the rock. At halfway she stopped to lean over the fence, facing down into the narrow abyss of water below, tilting enough to the point where her legs began to lift from the floor.

“Oi!” I cried, jogging to catch up. “You can’t swim, so if you fall, don’t think I’m going in after you.”

“Are you a lifeguard or not?” She pointed out incredulously, leaning further over in a taunting manner. “It’s literally you’re job to go after me.”

“Well it’s not like I’m being paid right now to do so.” I answered as I caught up to her. “Pay me my hourly rate and then I’ll think about going after you.”

She scoffed in disbelief at my audacity before her attention returned to admire the waterfall before her.

It wasn’t long before a high pitched trill from above caught my attention. Raising my head, I stared at the dense foliage above me, watching as it churned ever so gently with the calm summer breeze. I squinted my eyes at the flickering dapples of light that peeked through the leaves, until my attention focused on a singular bird nestled in between the gentle chaos all around.

‘A song thrush!’ I realised, recognising the bird’s brown feathers and white speckled underbelly. I watched with intent as it flittered between the treetops. Taking out the polaroid camera I was gifted for my birthday, I took as many pictures as I could before it darted away and disappeared into the trees beyond the footpath.

My eyes followed said footpath and from a distance, I managed to make out a clearing bathed in the scattered beams of the midday sun. Storing the now printed pictures in the front pocket of my bag, I poked Kay’s shoulder and pointed to what I could see.

“How about we have lunch down there?” I suggested, remembering I had managed to bring the picnic blanket this time.

She nodded in agreement, and we both made our way over. After decided what was the sunniest spot, we laid out the blanket and sat down, putting out the food we were able to fit in our bags.

“That bird.” Came Kay’s voice, half muffled by her hand that was hiding her mouthful of sandwich as she spoke. “What was it?”

I swallowed what I could of my own sandwich before replying, figuring that she most likely heard the shutter of my camera.

“A song thrush, according to some article I read a while back they’re quite common round these parts”.

“I didn’t know you birdwatched?” She pondered.

“I did quite a bit when was younger. To be fair though, I only recognised it because of The Hobbit.” I admitted.

Kay’s eyes widened in realisation, and we both pointed at each other with a grin. “Of course!” She laughed, before turning back to her sandwich. “When the thrush knocks!”

“Stand by the grey stone when the thrush knocks and the setting sun with the last light of Durin’s Day will shine upon the keyhole.” I recited without a stutter.

Kay lowered her sandwich and turned back towards me slowly, side-eyeing me with a face of suspicion. I side-eyed back.

“Your short term memory should’ve taken that in and flung it out the other side.” She disputed.

I frowned.

“And you didn’t even mess up the words once.”

Side-eyeing her once more and slowly brought my phone to my face. She glared in even further suspicion as I began to furiously type away at the keyboard. Within seconds she had enough.

“Ok what the fuck are you typing over there.” She demanded, discarding her sandwich, and speeding across the blanket to stare over my shoulder and began to read aloud. “Kay is anti-mental disorde— ??? I’M NOT DISSING YOUR ADHD???? NO. DON’T SEND THAT TO THE GROUPCHAT. KATE. SWEAR DOWN I WILL— NO! TAKE YOUR FINGER AND PRESS DELETE RIGHT NOW. NO NO NO. ROXIE WILL EAT ME ALIVE. DELETE THAT SHIT. NO. COME BACK.”

I cackled as I leaped up and ran the length of the clearing, watching as she scrambled up in a frenzy after me. I felt a buzz from my phone and held it up in front of me to read aloud any replies from the chat, interrupted every so often by Kay’s aggravated screams of frustration.

She chased me around the grass, until we both collapsed back on the blanket, too exhausted to carry the conflict further. She pointed her finger at me accusingly.

“You better delete it.” She managed between heaves. I held out my hand expectantly.

“That’ll be ten pounds.” I requested with a grin on my face.

“Oh, piss off.” She groaned exasperatedly, shoving my shoulder as a laughed.

Squabble over, she rolled over to pick up and return to the geography book she read on the bus. I did the same, but with The Hobbit, that I had coincidentally decided to pack for the day’s trip.

Later, we packed up the picnic and explored the forest for a few hours, wandering off the path a few times to look for rocks or plants.

A chilly breeze blew past and I checked the time, seeing the numbers on my phone screen tell me that it was time to turn back around.

“Hey Kay,” I called, receiving a loud “YEA?” from the bushes behind me, “we should think about heading back, if we wanna make it to the canteen for tea.”

She agreed, standing up from where she was crouched over a small stream, most likely looking for some type of mineral deposit, or whatever she was reading about in her book earlier. Slinging our bags back over our shoulders, we both began to make our way back down the path, dodging the jagged roots and rocks. A short while passed before we reached the clearing we had eaten in earlier, the opening in the trees showed that the sky had begun to change colour, causing us to quicken our paces slightly to ensure we wouldn’t get caught out in the wilderness at night.

It wasn’t long before we were back at the waterfall, and we began our crossing of the bridge before Kay slowed down again like last time. I slowed too, and we both stopped in the middle to spend a moment, taking once last look at the towering waterfall, now bathed in the orange light of the evening’s golden hour.

A familiar chirp rang out through the trees, and I spun around, scouring the branches above me.

There it was again! The song thrush had reappeared, illuminated by the glow of the lowering sun. I crossed the width of the bridge to watch it as it chirruped and trilled its final song of the day. Eventually the swaying branches and fast movements of the fluttering creature caused me to lose sight of it. Kay’s footsteps sounded behind me as I heard her wander across a few steps, before quickly falling silent again. The thrush’s song came to an abrupt stop at almost the same time, and without a second thought, I decided it was time to keep going.

“Alright,” I declared, turning back towards Kay and the waterfall, “let’s go before—”

I blinked in surprise.

Looking around with widening eyes, panic and dread began to settle in my stomach as I came to the dreadful realisation.

Kay was nowhere to be seen.

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[that-care-bear-family]

Introducing Bathtime Rubber Ducky!

This guy keeps you company during your hygiene routine. He makes sure you take care of yourself in a fun and easy way with his bright presence. He is waterproof, and also loves bubbles. He is best friends with Bubble Bear. His symbol is a classic rubber duck. He likes wearing crocs too.

[thelightningbottler]

Lightning Boltz - Villains

TRANSCRIPT

The Audacity

The intimacy

Of student accommodation Offers a lot

To the imagination 

and proves to be above many stations the source of trials 

and tribulations.

As you hear sounds of sex from the wall to your left

the passionate cries of every breath. And below you hear

that couple fighting angry tones and ragged breathing.

As they try to get out each word seething

and next to you they play the police or the beat or the jam,

(if you're lucky.) The Skints. And beyond the moans and the groans,

and the crying and the fighting,

beyond the dancehall the dub

and the reggae you hear him.

Three rooms down…

He moves at half a clip. He breathes when he sleeps,

Incomplete, he hiccups for air on every other beat.

He shuffles down the hallway Singing songs

He laughs and bleats and for some reason this is the last straw That You can keep

And so its not the lovers, The fighters

The stoners

The people who keep you from your slumber they’re not the ones you get your ire.

It’s that GUY

with his BREATHING. His DEFIANCE

Of ENTROPY

He KEEPS PUTTING OFF His ETERNAL SLUMBER.

But then again, in lighter climbs. In student bars

with pints in hand the same guy

looks at you and say, ‘You snore, big o, Something rotten’

And suddenly you know

your animosity

is equalled.

The scales are set 

the message simple: You have to dive across the table and ring the life

from his fuckin nostrils.

Make believe

Inside the white walls      

of the white cottage,

which was ringed by the white Picket fence,

a small girl named Betty

took white sheets 

and cut out the image 

of white Jesus 

and glued him 

to a cross made of popsicle sticks.

Close Acquaintance

John had great big waterproof boots on.

“Back in the day, I used to wear crocs.

But I found that the holes let the blood soak through.

And the blood can really fuck up your socks.

“Did you know about young Leafblower?

The fellow your height who tended the pigs?

And blew away the leaves in autumn

And in the summer picked the figs?

“Well he and I, young Leafblower, that is,

We were told of an important job.

Something small just by the coast

That could withstand a mighty storm.

“No, not the job, it's no metaphor:

It’s the shack that I speak well of

Sturdy foundations my dear boy

Nothing could have blown its top off.

“So me and Leafy, I called him Leafy sometimes,

If he let me. But he was insistent

‘Leafblower is my name,’ he’d say

But I called him Leafy and I was persistent.

“Anyway, Leafy and I, we share this moped

That we borrowed off his brother.

‘Be careful turning into benders,’ he said

As we headed sideways to Great Yarmouth

“Nows, this was before your new fangled “Aitch You Dees”,

We had to use a pen and paper,

The courier gave us a printed Google map, 

 - X marks the spot - he told us, as he drank his cider. 

“So me and Leafy, we gets to Great Yarmouth,

I tell you now, it’s lost its glamour.

Just a bunch of boarded up storefronts

From those years of Tory power. 

“Anyway, through Yarmouth me and Leafy go

On this moped from his brother

Up to the cabin on the cliff

That could withstand all kindsa weather.

“‘Bloody Cold,’ Leafy said,

Chattering, the poor lads teeth was

No problem there for me

I had my woolly socks and crocs on!

“‘Hush your whining,’ I said to Leafy,

‘All that piss’ll do you no good.

Find out where the fuckin lav is

And I’ll order in some Food.’

“So I get on the blower

As young Leafy goes for a slash

And I order like 3 pizzas, 

And I tell em that I’ll pay in cash.

“Turns out the fella who delivered

Was a bit of an entrepreneur,

So not only did we acquire the pizza

But a bag of Whizz and some great green herbs!

“Leafblower, in his search for a bog, 

Had found himself a different stench

In the basement of this cabin

There was in fact, a stillers bench.

“Oh the moonshine these lads had made

Stronger than a kicking mule,

Bitterer than Love’s last kiss

And tasted like you’re drinking stool.

“By fuck did we get wasted, lad,

By fuck did we get hammered.

By fuck, lad, did we get sozzled.

And paint the place with vomit after.

‘And on we partied many days, 

Until all that was left was whizz and thinner

And Leafy looked over at me

And said, ‘Dear chap, what’s for dinner?’

“And I looked at Leafy in new light, 

Like… what a handsome little brat

What strong pectoral muscles he had

But with this scintillating fat.

“And look, call it the drugs or whatever

But it was at that point that I knew

Young Leafblowers steak and kidneys,

Was gonna be my next meal.

“And yea, some conflict did ensue:

I chased him with a broken bottle,

He cried, and whined, and begged and pleaded,

Didn’t stop me slicing his wattle. 

“And as he bled out he cried a lot

For his muther and his father

And I was like ‘Blah Blah Blah Blah’

And started to prepare my supper. 

“Steak and kidney pie I made! 

Ale soaked rump, and chipolatas

Braised ribs, and bourguignon,

And all the foods that I was after.

“And after that, I came straight home

The orgy of eating sucked it out of me and

the violence, of course, the violence...

Tuckers me out something rotten. 

“Course the constabulary couldn’t leave well enough alone,

They came knocking at my door.

And when I say my door, I mean my door!

Cause I was back away from Great Yarmouth and all.

“Turned out they’d found a soggy sock!

Turned out it had a toenail clippin’!

Turned out their forensic investigations

Had me dead-to-rights at the scene!”

He (John) stared out over the landscape,

Rolling hills and setting sun.

I was about to ask another question

But turns out John just wasn’t done.

“So of course I served my time.

And I’m a model citizen now.”

And what, I asked, do you do for a living?

“Butcher.” he smiled, or maybe scowled.

I was out of questions now,

And so I paid him, tit for tat.

“Could never get the bugger out my teeth…”

And that (said John) ⁠is ⁠that.

[nebuvoid]

heeeeeeyy do any of my followers happen to know of good offbrand uggs? preferably waterproof somehow? i mean ill take onbrand ones but my budget is 100€ max.

coz i need some shoes for winter big time, but also they need to be wide enough that i can put my lame ass orthopedic inserts in ...

alternatively i will wear furlined crocs this winter

[brutalscaled]

I'VE SOLVED CROC'S PHONE PROBLEM

He can't have some fancy touchscreen because his fingers are too big and those phones don't register the touch of keratin. He's got a Nokia or something in a waterproof case, somethng with physical buttons. It's still tiny in his hands but at least he can work the buttons with his clawtips.

[bikeit]

Packing: Van-Supported + Hotel Tour

(part 3 of 5) I'm gradually going through past trip notebooks and jotting down all my packing lists down in one place. I'm writing out my packing list for an upcoming trip now so I figured I might as well copy and paste it onto the blog as well...

In 2022 I went on a multi-week vehicle-supported stay-in-hotels tour: a ~1200 mile ride through Vietnam and Cambodia with TdA Global Cycling. Typically for this type of trip there’s a support van that transports one large duffel bag to the next night’s hotel for you, freeing you to just carry daily essentials on the bike.

The extra capacity combined with our more remote travel including gravel/dirt roads led me to pack heavier. My packing list for this type, climate, and length of trip (retroactively revised based on what I wished I’d had, or brought but didn’t use):

Clothes:

In general, I packed enough clothes to do laundry every six days (this bike tour was organized so we’d ride at most five full days in a row between days off), plus overnight hotel-room-sink laundry for crucial fast-drying items, and wool Ts I can wear multiple days.

Bike clothes:

(3-4x) padded bike shorts [two pairs is enough if washing in the sink each night, but when it’s raining or there isn’t an easy place to hang it to dry it’s nice to be able to take a day off laundry]

(6x) socks

(2x) shorts with pockets (“mountain bike style”) to wear over padded shorts, also fine to walk around town in

(2x) light merino wool t-shirts to both bike and walk around in

(1x) synthetic souvenir jersey from some past trip (conversation starter!)

mesh t-shirt to bike in on the hottest days (there isn't much I find comfortable to bike in on 90-100F sunny + humid days, but the AeroTech Delta Cooling T-shirt was pretty good)

lightweight cycle cap

bandana (can soak in water to cool down on the hottest days)

sun sleeves

arm warmers, leg warmers, leg sun shields [never needed, omit in this climate]

fingerless gloves

[tbd future] full finger waterproof gloves– there was one cold and rainy day at elevation they would have been appreciated

general-purpose bike-and-walk shoes

backup pair of shoes (in case first get wet and don’t dry by the next day)-- this only came up twice after very rainy days, but I was glad to have them. I save an ancient worn-out pair of shoes just for this.

flip-flops / crocs

[tbd future] hiking shoes with better arch support, or insoles [would be bulky, but on one many-hour hike on a rest day I was wishing I had these]

[tbd future] bike helmet brim (e.g. Da Brim) [wished I had more of a helmet visor some days, and this was great on the past Utah MTB dirt tour – on the other hands, it also catches the wind if biking faster]

[tbd future] hi-vis biking vest, especially for days with some dark road tunnels

Other Clothes:

gym shorts to change into after ride

(2x) long pants (one lpermethrin treated since I was in a malaria zone)

(3x) light t-shirts

(2x) long sleeve button up shirt (one quick-dry hiking style, one ‘dressy’)

bathing suit

brimmed hat

light pack towel in case of roadside swimming holes [didn’t end up carrying daily or using, may omit]

Wet Weather Gear

hi-vis yellow rain coat

[tbd future] loose rain poncho for rain in hot + humid weather, instead

rain pants and shoe covers [ineffective and sweaty after hours of riding, getting wet in a warm climate is OK, omitting]

Documents + Paper:

photocopies of passport ID page, visas, vaccination cards, travel insurance in a ziploc bag (I carry copies on me, leave originals in hotel bag)

high-level maps for the regions I’m going through

pocket phrase guide or one-page printout of common phrases and menu items

local travel guide

books / kindle

notebooks and pens

Medical + Hygiene

toiletries kit

on-bike travel medkit (including moleskin pads, ibuprofen, immodium)

antimalarials

antibiotic prescription

a few rapid Covid tests

masks

dry soap sheets

toilet paper + wet wipes in a ziploc bag

(2x) sunscreen

(2x) chamois cream

DEET

Basic Bike Tools

As per my standard “on the bike” list:

travel pump

patch kit

spare tube

tire levers

multitool including chain break and master link

grease-cutting hand wipes

More Bicycle Spare Parts and Tools

Since we’d be out in rural areas without easy access to bike shops, I packed additional parts in my hotel bag, as on a supported tour there was an emergency vehicle in case of a major breakdown):

(2x) spare tires (I did end up using one of them, when one tire accumulated multiple larger punctures)

(5x) spare tubes (managed to use 3 plus some patches on a month-long tour with moderately rough roads)

bicycle lube (Boeshield T-9 or other), double-bagged in two ziplocs in case of leak (the bottle did leak once-- I'm glad I bagged it)

rag for chain

(2x) spare brake cables and housings

(2x) spare shift cables and housings

(2x pairs) brake pads

(1x) spare set of pedals (likely unnecessary, omit next time)

(4x) spare spokes (the right length for the front wheel and drive and non-drive sides of the rear wheel– I had to chat with the original bike manufacturer to double-check these)

8mm allen L-key (stiffer than multitool, for pedals / seat during bike unpacking)

spare chain and master link

extra moist towelettes

zip ties

duct tape

Food 

This kind of supported tour generally offers a midday lunch / snack popup by the side of the road, and periodic towns where we could buy snacks, but I packed about one snack for every two days just to have some familiar options (peanut butter and dried pineapple) as well as some hydration salts.

Electronics:

(2x) outlet adapters

(2x) USB chargers

cables

small USB battery pack (enough to charge everything for one night-- occasionally a hotel didn't have enough working plugs)

bike computer / GPS

backup distance-only bike computer [didn't use, the phone is already my backup for my GPS, omit]

bright daylight-visible taillight (I like the Cygolite Hotshot Pro series)

bike headling

headlamp [somewhat redundant with headlight and phone, may omit]

waterproof camera [nice for taking photos on rainy days while keeping phone tucked away in a plastic bag, but may omit next time]

[tbd future] ipad or tiny laptop, if part of a longer trip where I may want to do some work or writing

Bags:

duffel bag (I've been happy with my 100L Patagonia Black Hole)

hip pack (for extra water (Evoc Hip Pack Pro = 1.5L), snacks, toiletries on bike [may omit now that I have a small frame bag]

day pack for hikes (don't need both this and hip pack)

single pannier for carrying clothing on rainy or cold days (usually not needed) or if going on a DIY side trip -- omit on next trip to simplify and allow me to remove bike rear rack as well

stem bag (for sunglasses, sunscreen, extra water)

top tube bag (snacks)

Other Misc

backup pair of glasses

glasses wipes

sunglasses

[tbd future] clothesline for hotel room / balcony: paracord + binder clips + two carabiners

[tbd future] ultralight sleeping bag liner (for a niche problem: there were a few days when it was too hot to sleep under a comforter, but the hotel didn’t provide a top sheet, and bugs or aggressive breeze from the hotel fan on my skin were distracting when trying to sleep, maybe this would help)

Weight:

Not counting the bike and helmet or the clothes I wore onto the plane, the original version of this packlist came to about 48lbs (22 kg) in the duffel bag. Once I was riding with some of it on the bike (hip pack, bike bags, tools, snack bars, and so on), the duffel that was transferred between hotels weighed about 40lbs (18kg).

The revised version of this packlist for a future trip (removing the strikeout items and adding most of the "tbd future" items) also came to about 48 lbs as checked on the plane total including the bike bags, or about 43 lbs / 19.5 kg once some items were carried on the bike. Not quite at my goal of 18kg but close... I could pack lighter and with fewer separate sub-bags, but I like being organized and bringing a few new pieces of clothing/gear to try each trip.

[mvsicinthedvrk]

@irresistiibles​ said : ☀ = giving them a gift of CROCS (qingxuan and xie lian)

With his index finger he presses the inner sole of the sandal in awe, feeling the material that’s a little like plastic, and a little like foam? And they’ve got holes in them as well-- he’s not sure why, maybe for ventilation. And there’s a little piece that flips forward and back from the front to the heel, he discovers after a moment. He flips it back and forth rapidly, before glancing up at Shi Qingxuan. “These are incredible,” he tells the other delightedly. They won’t be appropriate for daily use in the winter, but-- “I can wear them as my new house slippers... or maybe I should wear them as garden shoes in the spring! Don’t they look waterproof? I think they must be. What wonderful shoes. Thank you, Qingxuan.” 

[thinblueapple]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: CROCS Black Slip-On Sandals for Women, Size 6.

[adverbian]

Usually barefoot. But I admit, I bought a pair of house Crocs for when I am doing lots of cooking or cleaning. They are ugly but practical. Very useful for cleaning the bathroom, for example. Non-slip and waterproof. And they make a big difference in foot and back pain if I am standing in the kitchen for hours doing a big batch cook for the week.

I guess house Crocs sort of fall into the chancla category? Ish?

But no outside shoes in the house, and no house shoes outside.

(Also, even for house-only Crocs, I insisted on buying plain black, as the least ugly option.)

how do the people walk around their house

barefoot

socks

sandals / chanclas / flip flops

shoes (wtf is wrong with you)

[dragons-and-dwarves-are-nice]

L’histoire secrète de la mer /// Chapter 2

Damn another chapter in a day. I'm gonna start posting this on AO3 for anyone who prefers that platform. In the meantime, enjoy! x

Summary: Magic was real, but it came at a price. So when two girls end up in the one place they never thought they could reach, strange things began to happen. Good or bad? That's up to them to find out.

Tags: Fili x oc/reader - Kili x oc (for this POV fic visit my navigation) - Thorin's company × ocs/reader (platonic) - fluff - angst - EXTREME slow burn - crack - Bagginshield

Word Count: 1947

Warnings: Swearing

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Deep, quiet, and alone;

The Song Thrush has brown upper-parts and black-spotted cream or buff underparts. Its distinctive song, which has repeated musical phrases, has frequently been referred to in poetry.

Kate let out a groan as my hand tapped her repeatedly on the shoulder. She waved her arm about, eyes still shut tight until the onslaught stopped. Marching over to the window, I ripped the curtains open, the blinding light of the morning sun hitting her directly in the face.

“Girlie get the fuck up.” I pushed.

Letting out more groans of complaint, Kate’s face scrunched up as she rolled over away to face the wall, only to be met with a wad of paper that I aimed at the back of her head.

“Kate.” I said, exasperated.

Now somewhat awake, she rolled back over and leant up on her elbow to face me.

“What-?” She croaked in confusion.

I glared at her with wide eyes, before looking pointedly at the piece of paper I had aimed at her.

Looking down at her assaulter, she picked up a leaflet, the front a picture of a waterfall, with the title ‘Magic of Ullswater’ printed in a bold white font. She looked back at me with groggy eyes and messy hair as I sat perched on my bed.

“Ah,” She guiltily scrunched her face in realisation, “was this today?”

“Yes!” I exclaimed, pointing at the glaring number on my phone. “And it’s already seven!”

“Don’t worry, I’m up” She rolled out of bed and swung open the wardrobe doors, grabbing what she needed before heading to the bathrooms to freshen up and get ready. Within twenty minutes she was back in the room, and by some miracle managing to get ready in half the time. On an average day she would take at least an hour.

After a quick breakfast in the canteen, we went back up to ensure everything needed was packed and ready for today’s hike. After all, going to see the waterfall was one of the main reasons we had gone. You mention rocks to me, and forests to Kate, we are there.

We laced up our walking boots and headed outside, up the path until we reached the edge of the road where the shuttle bus dropped us off days earlier. The weather had changed for the better, the temperature hiked up to a comfortable twenty two degrees accompanied by a blue sunny sky. Perfect for today’s plans, where only summer clothes were required.

I wore my cargo trousers, along with a grey cropped vest top and a thin zip up hoodie tied around my waist.

Kate on the other hand was wearing her cream vest top tucked into her baggy olive green trousers, and a thick brown belt looped through, with a loose fitting chunky white cardigan left unbuttoned over the top.

Unfortunately Dr Martens and platform crocs weren’t the most suitable shoes for hiking, lest you want your ankles broken, so were replaced with hiking boots, and obviously waterproofs were packed away in our rucksacks just in case. As lovely as it was, you can never trust English weather.

Eventually, the local bus slowed to a stop. Sifting through my pockets I pulled out and counted up what loose change I had, handing it over. After stating our destination and receiving our tickets, we headed to the back of the relatively empty bus, which was surprising considering it was the middle of summer. We both placed down our rucksacks and sat on either side of the aisle, propping up our feet on the other seats. With a groan and a jolt, the bus’s engine sprang back to life, and begun its journey down the road, over the vast rolling hills.

“Hey.” I said, waiting for Kate to turn away from the window, “Did you remember to bring the passes?”

She leant back in mock offense. “Of course.” she retorted. “Must you deem me that unreliable??”

I snorted at her reaction. “Well you forgot what day it was earlier, so I had to double check.”

She deadpanned at me, reaching into her bag to procure two sheets of paper, shoving them up at me so I could see the print. “I double checked at least ten times, after all this saves us the twenty quid entry.”

I sat back with a quiet sigh of relief, whilst Kate safely tucked the papers back away. Looking back, she asked me which part of the trail I wanted to visit first.

My eyes darted around as they narrowed in thought.

“The waterfall.” I declared. “You’ve been before, is it close to the entrance?”

“Somewhat.” She answered as she picked at her lip. “Within a fifteen-ish minute walk of the car park.”

“As long as you actually remember where to go.” I taunted, before laughing at her frown. “Cuz I wanna see some stratification.” I said eagerly, tapping on the diagram in the book on my lap.

“Well as long as you don’t start licking the rocks as soon as we get there, otherwise you’ll scare the children off.” She tormented, ducking down with a giggle as the book was launched at her head.

Soon enough, we arrived, and after Kate proved to me that she actually knew the route, we followed the continuous thundering noise of rushing water until we reached the 65 foot waterfall, now towering ahead of us. I jogged ahead, eager to reach the moss covered bridge that curved over the deep ravine that the water had carved into the rock. At halfway I stopped to lean over the fence, facing down into the narrow abyss of water below, tilting enough to the point where my legs began to lift from the floor.

“Oi!” Kate cried, jogging to catch up. “You can’t swim, so if you fall, don’t think I’m going in after you.”

“Are you a lifeguard or not?” I pointed out incredulously, leaning further over in a taunting manner. “It’s literally you’re job to go after me.”

“Well it’s not like I’m being paid right now to do so.” She answered as she caught up to me. “Pay me my hourly rate and then I’ll think about going after you.”

I scoffed in disbelief at her audacity before my attention returned to admire the waterfall before me.

It wasn’t long before a high pitched trill from above caught Kate’s attention. Raising her head, she stared at the dense foliage above her, before spotting whatever it was and wandering outside my peripheral vision. The sound of a Polaroid shutter went off behind me several times, before going silent again. Within a minute, I felt a finger poke my shoulder, and I turned to see Kate pointing further down the path.

My eyes followed said footpath and from a distance, I managed to make out a clearing bathed in the scattered beams of the midday sun.

“How about we have lunch down there?” She suggested.

I nodded in agreement, and we both made our way over. After decided what was the sunniest spot, we laid out the blanket and sat down, putting out the food we were able to fit in our bags.

“That bird.” I tried to say, my voice half muffled by my hand that was hiding my mouthful of sandwich as I spoke. “What was it?”

“A song thrush,” Kate replied, swallowing her own sandwich. “According to some article I read a while back they’re quite common round these parts”.

“I didn’t know you birdwatched?” I pondered.

“I did quite a bit when was younger. To be fair though, I only recognised it because of The Hobbit.” She admitted.

My eyes widened in realisation, and we both pointed at each other with a grin. “Of course!” I laughed, before turning back to my sandwich. “When the thrush knocks!”

“Stand by the grey stone when the thrush knocks and the setting sun with the last light of Durin’s Day will shine upon the keyhole.” Kate recited without a stutter.

I lowered my sandwich and turned back towards her slowly, side-eyeing her with a face of suspicion. She side-eyed back.

“Your short term memory should’ve taken that in and flung it out the other side.” I disputed.

She frowned.

“And you didn’t even mess up the words once.”

Side-eyeing me once more, I watched as she slowly brought her phone up to her face. I glared in even further suspicion as she began to furiously type away at the keyboard. Within seconds I had enough.

“Ok what the fuck are you typing over there.” I demanded, discarding my sandwich, and speeding across the blanket to stare over her shoulder and began to read aloud. “Kay is anti-mental disorde— ??? I’M NOT DISSING YOUR ADHD???? NO. DON’T SEND THAT TO THE GROUPCHAT. KATE. SWEAR DOWN I WILL— NO! TAKE YOUR FINGER AND PRESS DELETE RIGHT NOW. NO NO NO. ROXIE WILL EAT ME ALIVE. DELETE THAT SHIT. NO. COME BACK.”

Kate cackled as she leapt up and ran the length of the clearing, watching as I scrambled up in a frenzy after her. To my horror, she held it up in front of her to read aloud any replies from the chat, interrupted every so often by my aggravated screams of frustration.

I chased her around the grass, until we both collapsed back on the blanket, too exhausted to carry the conflict further. I pointed my finger at her accusingly.

“You better delete it.” I managed between heaves. She held out her hand expectantly.

“That’ll be ten pounds.” She requested with a grin on her face.

“Oh, piss off.” I groaned exasperatedly, shoving her shoulder as she laughed.

Squabble over, I rolled over to pick up and return to the geography book I was reading on the bus. Kate did the same, but with The Hobbit, something she always brought along with her religiously.

Later, we packed up the picnic and explored the forest for a few hours, wandering off the path a few times to look for rocks or plants. A chilly breeze blew past and I made the mental note to check the time soon, but it seemed Kate had already beaten me to it.

“Hey Kay,” I heard her call, and I replied with a loud “YEA?”

From the bushes behind me, she said “we should think about heading back, if we wanna make it to the canteen for tea.”

I agreed, standing up from where I was crouched over a small stream, trying to find a type of mineral deposit I was reading about in my book earlier. Slinging our bags back over our shoulders, we both began to make our way back down the path, dodging the jagged roots and rocks. A short while passed before we reached the clearing we had eaten in earlier, the opening in the trees showed that the sky had begun to change colour, causing us to quicken our paces slightly to ensure we wouldn’t get caught out in the wilderness at night.

It wasn’t long before we were back at the waterfall, and we began our crossing of the bridge before I slowed down again like last time. Kate slowed too, and we both stopped in the middle to spend a moment, taking once last look at the towering waterfall, now bathed in the orange light of the evening’s golden hour.

A familiar chirp rang out through the trees, and Kate spun around, scouring the branches above her looking for the Song Thrush she had spotted earlier, whilst I turned back around to take pictures of the waterfall.

I began walking backwards over the bridge slowly, turning back to Kate as she carried on staring up at the foliage. I went to call for her, but only managed to open my mouth and let out a single sound.

Before it all went black.

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