I recalled a scene from Anthony Bourdain's "Parts Unknown" series, where Tony and chef René Redzepi went to a shooting gallery in Tivoli Gardens...
There was the shooting gallery...
I couldn't resist trying my luck at some target practice...even after all that beer.
Memories of hot muggy days (and mosquito filled nights) at SAF shooting ranges during my NS days came flooding back to me...I hoped I wouldn't be a disgrace to my army buddies...
I picked up the rifle, cocked it and fired away...
As it turned out, I didn't do too badly...though not as well as I had hoped...I was probably swaying a little after all that beer...
I examined the target board, which was presented to me as a souvenir...
"That's terrible!" I remarked to the friendly staff member manning the gallery.
"It's quite good, actually!" he replied, and gave me a few tokens to redeem a small prize...
There was the shooting gallery...
I couldn't resist trying my luck at some target practice...even after all that beer.
Memories of hot muggy days (and mosquito filled nights) at SAF shooting ranges during my NS days came flooding back to me...I hoped I wouldn't be a disgrace to my army buddies...
I picked up the rifle, cocked it and fired away...
As it turned out, I didn't do too badly...though not as well as I had hoped...I was probably swaying a little after all that beer...
I examined the target board, which was presented to me as a souvenir...
"That's terrible!" I remarked to the friendly staff member manning the gallery.
"It's quite good, actually!" he replied, and gave me a few tokens to redeem a small prize...
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