Garra rufa. People who know this are probably feeling uneasy right now – just as what I’m feeling. Squirmy, squirmy, squirmy. And restless. Do you love foot therapy but tired of the same old school massages, shiatsus and whatnots?
I give you Garra rufa, baby.
Poster says: Gara sensei (sensei means teacher but also “doctor” in Japanese), 10 minutes, 500 yen. Lower left phrase: “Now you’ll have beautiful feet with this”
It’s 500 yen for 10 minutes (the pedicure not included, FYI). I’m not sure if I’m bothered by the amount of money or the amount of time that I’m going to spend being bitten or possibly tickled to death by these hungry little critters. You?
Oh no, for the love of God.
My legs and cleavage do NOT, I repeat, do not look like that. That’s my sister in-law not just being busty but being brave. I’m so proud of her. She just offered her beautiful feet to hundreds, maybe thousands of hungry fishes! She loves charity.
Uhm, me? I’m contented with taking photos of generous people with lovely feet submerged in fishy, fishy water. What if by mistake, they weren’t Garra rufa’s but piranhas?
I dreamed about that posibility, that very night.
If you promise me you won’t dream about it, I might post a video of the whole fishy therapy for your viewing pleasure.