Nautical Fish Flu
A few of my my friends and I were talking about our lack of activity, and were all a little upset. Hence, we formed the Tuesday Party Club. It doesn't sound original, but it's a lot fun
nier if you know that one of the bar chains here is called Thursday Party. We've decided to meet every Tuesday morning, since we're all afternoon-workers, and do something fun and cultural that occurs before noon, a time when most of us are still dragging ourselves out of bed. Not I, of course, but others.
This week I went with Brittany and Karen (hey, its a new club, and membership is just starting to take off!) to a cafe, where we sat and chatted and drank coffee and tea. Then, in the middle of the cafe, is a raised platform with a pond built into it. Inside are hundreds of little fish. What could this be for, you ask?

Well, you put your feet into it, kinda like you're getting a pedicure, and let the little fishies eat the bacteria off your feet. It's mad, but a common practice here! It took some guts, and then there was lots of giggling. It really tickled! While we were soaking our feet, Brit suddenly wondered, "Hm, is this sanitary? Will we get some disease like Avian Bird Flu?" "No," I said, "But maybe...Nautical....fish...flu?" I'm not sure the woman working here understood the hilarity.
We managed to keep our feet in about ten minutes, and then we got out to have our feet washed and soaked in lavender (for me) oil and peppermint (Brit and Karen). All in all, quite the unusual, but pretty good experience! I'll be sure to keep you updated on the adventures of the Tuesday Party Club.
This week I went with Brittany and Karen (hey, its a new club, and membership is just starting to take off!) to a cafe, where we sat and chatted and drank coffee and tea. Then, in the middle of the cafe, is a raised platform with a pond built into it. Inside are hundreds of little fish. What could this be for, you ask?
Well, you put your feet into it, kinda like you're getting a pedicure, and let the little fishies eat the bacteria off your feet. It's mad, but a common practice here! It took some guts, and then there was lots of giggling. It really tickled! While we were soaking our feet, Brit suddenly wondered, "Hm, is this sanitary? Will we get some disease like Avian Bird Flu?" "No," I said, "But maybe...Nautical....fish...flu?" I'm not sure the woman working here understood the hilarity.
We managed to keep our feet in about ten minutes, and then we got out to have our feet washed and soaked in lavender (for me) oil and peppermint (Brit and Karen). All in all, quite the unusual, but pretty good experience! I'll be sure to keep you updated on the adventures of the Tuesday Party Club.
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