Jungle BB Gun range: Fire at Will! (And Steve, and Jerry, and Samran...)

If the words “BB gun” make you think "Red Ryder," Jungle BB's new-wave battlefield might just make you crap your camos. Its corners are packed with leisure infantrymen wielding very menacing assault rifle look-a-likes. Every 15 minutes or so, they divide into two teams, file into a dimly-lit warehouse strewn with obstacles and wooden partitions (and a moat!), and start blasting each other with abandon.

But don’t be afraid to join in. The guns, available for rent at Jungle BB's front desk, are armed with plastic pellets that prove much less painful than the steel BBs of yesteryear. 

Players operate on the honor system, so once you’re shot -- most likely by a stealth 10-year-old assassin lurking in the moat -– you announce “I’m shot!” in English and walk off the field. The bullets might sting a bit, but no more than the shame of being outgunned by a prepubescent child.