I did a job at a mine on the island of Irian Jaya. They would use locals for some of the jobs.
We were working off the actual mine site, and right at the end of the gravel road it turned into a trail that headed over the rocky mountains. With a pile of hard hats, boots and rain gear. Some clothing mixed in.
When the locals would quit and head back home they dumped their white man’s gear. Mine rules on-site, but they preferred walking the two day journey back home barefoot over the rocks and snow.
I asked one of our local helpers about it. The interpreter said they can’t stand wearing boots.
Irian Jaya?
Isn’t that where Lolo Soetoro and Stanley Ann claimed Barack was from to explain away his curly hair?