If you want an example of my fishing experience check out this movie. Apparently, it is hilarious. Subtitles are available.
As you could see from the video footage below, the picnic was once again another culture shock. Natasha and Igor demonstrated beautifully the very precise art of shooting in one's bathers. The picnic commenced when Igor, (different from the past referred), a wealthy businessman, picked us up and drove us to his boat; where we proceeded to set up the usual spread of vodka, pickles, bread and a Russian army survival pack! The army survival pack was the menu for a deserted solider. Was it a subliminal message? Was there a chance that we were going to be stranded out there on the river?
As you could see from the video footage below, the picnic was once again another culture shock. Natasha and Igor demonstrated beautifully the very precise art of shooting in one's bathers. The picnic commenced when Igor, (different from the past referred), a wealthy businessman, picked us up and drove us to his boat; where we proceeded to set up the usual spread of vodka, pickles, bread and a Russian army survival pack! The army survival pack was the menu for a deserted solider. Was it a subliminal message? Was there a chance that we were going to be stranded out there on the river? The trip up the river was spectacular. Scenic cliffs shot straight up out of the river, water lapping at the shores of pebbled bays, and once again not a sole to be seen anywhere. We eventually set up the picnic on a pebbled beach. Bon fire lit, for soup and shashlik and tables and chairs were erected.
This was a picture of complete "serenity". Then out came the Kalashnikov and Makarov. Once again the Russian surprised me with their fondness to mix two extremes. Plastic bottles were thrown into the river as targets and the blasting commenced. What a sight! Serene picnickers sitting around a fire lunching whilst a Kalashnikov banged in the background.
This was a picture of complete "serenity". Then out came the Kalashnikov and Makarov. Once again the Russian surprised me with their fondness to mix two extremes. Plastic bottles were thrown into the river as targets and the blasting commenced. What a sight! Serene picnickers sitting around a fire lunching whilst a Kalashnikov banged in the background.
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