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Sisters in Cambodia

My sister Megan arrived late Tuesday, spent one night in Bangkok, and then hit the road running! Wednesday morning we flew to Siem Reap, Cambodia, where we checked in to our hotel, sipped mojitos by the pool, walked around the town, did some shopping in the markets, ate a yummy dinner, got our toes nibbled at Doctor Fish, had a Khmer massage and just started to check out the night market when her jetlag smacked her in the face. Today, we’re off to Angkor Wat!

Meggie by the pool.
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Mmmm … mojitos!
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I posed with my drink …
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… and then knocked the glass over. I guess I could have sucked the mojito out of my pants.
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Dinner at Khmer Kitchen. Fish Amok – yum!
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These little girls were selling bracelets. The taller one asked where we were from, and when we answered, she said, “America. It’s between Canada and Mexico. It has 300 million people. The president is Barack Obama. He has two daughters. One is 11 years old. One is 9 years old.” And so on. Smart little street kid.
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Megan FLIPPED OUT at the fish spa. I’m an old pro (see my Fish Feet post), so I didn’t have any qualms about sticking my tootsies in the pool. But Meg was shrieking!
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Just like cats always want to sit on the laps of people who are allergic to them, these fish were in love with Megan’s feet. She kept screaming and kicking her legs out of the water, but the fish just waited patiently. Even though my tasty toes were in the water, begging for some fish action, they all just stared up at the surface, waiting for Meg’s bunion buffet.
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We had just started to check out this night market when Megan hit the wall. Jetlag-o-rama.
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Fish Feet

Strolling down Sukhumvit in Bangkok on the quest for a foot massage, I found something even better – a Fish Spa! You stick your feet in a tank, and tiny fish nibble on your dead crusty skin. They darted between my toes, fighting over the tasty morsels of street-baked cuticles. They latched on to my callouses and tickled my arches. They sucked their way right up my shins. I felt like the Little Mermaid getting a nautical pedicure and foot massage from my little piscine pals. After my Fish Spa, Tony and I indulged in real foot massages performed by humans.

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Yummy Toe Jam

When I leaned down to get this photo, Tony muttered from his massage chair, “If you drop my camera in the fish tank, then your camera will become my camera.” He’s so funny.

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