I arrived in Iquitos Peru on the 23rd of December 07, and had the good fortune of meeting “Mad Mick” in his Bunk-house the same day, because I had read in my “Book of Peruvian Travel” there was a golf course in the middle of the Amazonia jungle.
Having been brought up in St. Andrews, Scotland, I obviously couldn’t resist the chance of playing a wee game. So, Mike said “no problem mate”, and on the 26th of December, on a hot, humid, hysterical day, Mike and I met (as he had promised) and jumped into an Iquitos taxi and took off for the course. Maybe the last game played that year?
Now I have photos of that day , which I will never forget, especially of the Club House, the course etc. (I didn’t miss and hit the wall), met Margarita, who personally caddied for me and give me first hand knowledge of the ins and outs of the course. We had a great time!
I was only wearing a pair of flip-flops, etc. as one does in these conditions, with a borrowed set of clubs, which I didn’t know from Adam, but I think I can safely say I played pretty good, well, that’s what Margarita said (I finished with the same ball I started with) As you can imagine, I really didn’t want to have to go looking for my ball in “The Rough”, the jungle, or whatever you want to call it! A wee bit dodgey, what?
Anyway, had a day I will never forget. I will definitely return to have another round of golf, probably a wee round with the main man “Mad Mick” himself. A memorable experience to say the least!
Thanks again,
Hasta pronto amigo,
Mark Jackson.
