A few days ago, we (Tom, Justin, and myself) all stuck our feet into a mini-pool at our hostel, and got a ‘fish pedicure.’ It’s to say, that hundreds of small fish nibbled at the dead skin on our feet, and twenty minutes later, we emerged with soft(er) footsies.
When I told this to my Mom over the phone, I practically heard her gag.
Below are a sequence of photos in the order that the events occurred. Note that we didn’t tell Tom that it tickles.
