Feet, the most neglected parts of our body. (Yes, I know there are others, which I would not like to discuss on a public forum like this!)
I discovered that all the running around on heels, horsing around in workouts and sluggish bare-foot wading in the house had resulted in an incredibly painful corn on my foot. And the condition of my heels and sole too wasn't exactly spectacular. Thus, my good friend Suchi and I decided it was time to take matters into our hands, or should I say, our feet.
This particular spa, The Kenko Spa, Bangalore, Lavelle Road http://kenko.co.in had been doing its rounds in our heads for months now. Although, my sine wave of illness and work schedule didn't leave me much choice. But now that The Moment was here, we happened to choose one of the weekdays to finally do the honours! We traveled for precisely two hours in the horrid traffic for our ten minute "fish feed"; meanwhile really hoping that, THIS BETTER BE GOOD.
You're wondering what did I just say?
Fish Feeding? Hundreds of little brown Garra Rufa fishes nibbling on your feet, and nope, it doesn’t hurt at all. The fish don’t have teeth and exfoliate naturally by sucking off the dead skin.
I had read in the reviews before trying this out that it is a "bit ticklish and then you begin to relax gradually". Maybe I need to do this every day of my life to stop hyperventilating and start relaxing. Which, I would have done, if it didn't charge me 200 bucks for 10 mins. :\
Anyway, we were welcomed in a fancy way and our grubby little feet were washed before we visited the fish tanks. I could see the excitement in the eyes of all those tiny starved fishes. Oh, they could eat a horse alright. Yikes. As I lowered my legs into the water, uncontrollable shrieks filled the air. Yes, it was me, the wuss. In my defense, they were REALLY ticklish and for a first timer, the sight of hundred fishes hanging out your leg, not pretty. See that;
But, gradually some of them shifted from my feet to Suchi's although they definitely seemed to find more dead meat in mine. (Muahaha, I win!) Before I knew, the time was up. We wore our footwear admiring our feet, which we were convinced, looked great.
Now, I know that's being too critical. It was fun, I admit. Also, I somehow felt my feet looked prettier than ever before (Ah, the weak-minded-me!) In fact, I am dying to be back there perhaps this time for longer.
Caressing my feet, I wondered at night, how it would be to have it done for the entire body. Or, does that ring any 'Who-Dares-Wins" bells? :|