Lonely forgotten boots strengthen by a sticky tape. Completely broken and lost any hope.
This is how I found them at the bus stop on our trip to Darwin.
They looked as if their owner was around. A bus stop there is a short lonely pole and nothing around it. It’s difficult to find it.
Buses are not regular. So I can imagine the long way these boots made to get to the bus stop and how they were tired to wait for the bus! :)
Do you often find things with a story during your travels?