Remember that time - 4 : Indoor minigolfing

I confess, I have a soft spot for minigolf. In the outdoor variety  you range through concrete cast obstacles mostly drawn from the pages of cartoons, the water barriers are festooned with rubber ducks. Sometimes, you have to work your way up a wee concrete mountain, possibly around oversized tyre-traps. It is a great deal of fun. Yes, yes, go ahead and judge me for enjoying such plebian pastimes - I won't mind.

 The decor in the indoor variety, on the other hand makes more than liberal use of black light, UV paint, fluorescent lamps and possibly imagination expanding mushrooms. The result can be very trippy. I went to one of these places in SA. Took the Karmakars along.

That clown you see up top was the last challenge. Understanding that fear of clowns is such a real thing that the English language has a word for it - Coulrophobia - this was borderline cruel. But, we managed to sink it and all was well.