ABSTRACT
I Was now ready to go to Sangachu Dzong. But first I must have some boots, mine were quite worn out. So the cobbler got to work and made me a pair of long thick-soled Tibetan boots. I told him to make them large so that I could wear two pairs of thick socks in the winter and not feel cramped. He therefore drew a rough outline of my foot, and then made the boots larger — so large that I could almost have got both feet into one. In these remarkable boots, padded with straw, I slopped about for three months. At least they were warm. I watched him at work with some interest. He used two needles at once, and strong twine, boring holes in the leather with a sort of bradawl. Every time he drew a thread through the leather he spat on the work to cement it.
