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My sister, back from Siem Reap, Cambodia, tried the experiment at a local center. Rather satisfied: "We come out with soft feet! "
For my part, I'm not very sure to become a customer of this kind of thing. I do not like them too much, in fact, fish eating dead skin. An old grudge of a diver ...
Since I have my own wetsuit, long of course, I no longer fear the overzealous cleaner fish. But I do remember that I used to hate being pecked by those damn critters when I was diving, back when I used to rent a shorty for outings.
It doesn't hurt, no. Only, when I had a nice scab on my knee, it was bound to end up being swallowed by one of those gluttonous fish. Then it would be hard to heal properly... I still blame them.