Happy Feet

I’m stranded in Singapore in a nice hotel. Yes I know – it’s terrible. I’m trying to be brave about it *sniff*. Actually if we don’t get a flight within the next few days we’ll be kicked out of the hotel and everywhere, even the local dog kennels are booked solid. One flight left today – going to Barcelona and it was jammed.

But what I really want to write about is the fabulousness of foot massage – once you get over the pain. This sounds a bit S&M but . . (ooh I must just tell you about the Fish. You can go to these spas in Singapore and sit with your feet – basically in a fish tank and they swarm around your feet and nibble away at the dead skin. A bit like aquatic maggots. Apparently they leave the healthy skin alone but since the fish haven’t put that in writing we only have the spa owners word for it). No I haven’t tried it – I’ve got ticklish feet. But I did have reflexology with the world’s angriest therapist. He pushed and thumped at my feet snarling: You walk a lot! Foot stiff! I gritted my teeth which made him push harder. Crack crack. I watched as he twisted my feet into origami. I was too scared to protest. But afterwards my feet were like two pads of air.

And tomorrow I’ll be telling you all about the durian – a fruit which smells like rotting flesh and which the Singaporians like to eat in pancakes.

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One Response to Happy Feet

  1. Hmmm tempting. The thing that worries me is that I have *extremely* ticklish feet and I am not sure that I could contain the urge to squirm and shreek. Enjoy the rest of your enforced time in SingaporeHannah


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