Before heading to the airport in Cambodia, we made a quick run to check out the local market. Fruits and vegetables; your assortment of frogs, fish and crabs; meat of all kinds; 50 cent beer; and souvenirs for tourists were the order of the day. But, as we walked around, we chanced upon a curious place called Dr. Fish Massage. The good doctor promised to make one “happy and funny.” Lisa, being a connoisseur of massages, said, “no way!” I, being one who can’t resist goading Lisa on, told her that if I could get a Hanoi haircut, she could get a Cambodian fish massage. She took the bait (pun intended).
It’s quite simple — one puts their feet into a fish tank and the fish nibble on your feet. Not sure what they’re eating exactly. But, they seem to like it. Well, Lisa took off her shoes and socks and hesitantly lowered her feet into the tank. The fish, somehow expecting a delicious meal, attacked. Lisa shrieked. After about 15 seconds of giggling and squirming she said, “can I take them out now?” I said, “no.”
She lasted about three minutes.
I asked the woman how much for the effort and she looked me somewhat amused and said, “one dollar.” I think Lisa set the new Cambodian record for shortest massage.
We’re off to Saigon now. We’ll catch up to you there.









I couldn’t do it! But at least you can see what is nibbling on you, unlike Lake Winnona! B