Last day in BA...golf at Golf Club Patricio

Our last day in BA didn’t go quite so smoothly as the rest of the trip. I woke very sick from my cold, unsure if I could even play golf. I took some paracetamol and hoped I would feel better


I had an appointment with an agent (just to say hello, not really work), and then we caught a remis- taxi to the Golf Club Patricio, (former navel course and out on the Tigre delta). Karina had begged us to get a remis taxi rather than the usually black and yellow hail cabs as they are more reliable. Her words were “a taxi might just drive around for ages and make the charge higher.”

Well our remis driver could not find the course....the time for our booked start came and went and we were still at the side of the road asking locals for directions. This was all despite Karina having given me the instructions on how to find the course in Spanish, and me having copied them out clearly.

The driver, old, shaky hands and quite deaf kept glancing studying the piece of paper and re-reading the same sentence over and over and getting more and more uptight. Karina had also given me a mobile, in-case of trouble, so he eventually rang the number. It didn’t seem to help, he just muttered. Eventually he found some people who gave him instructions he could follow, and we rolled up to a desolate looking field, surrounded by swamp.

Two hopeful and relieved looking men smiled at us at the checkpoint, they were the caddies who had been waiting for us.

After much waiting round, miming and general confusion, we paid our money, borrowed clubs and got to play on the course which was somewhat desolate looking as it was built on a delta in the middle of swamps. Quite attractive, in an ugly kind of way!

I managed to put a ball into the water, and even more disastrously knocked a bird and her nest...making her scream like crazy and go really mad at me. The ball ended up against her egg and cracked it!! I felt like a murderer.

We called it quits after 9 holes as it was already getting late and they were bringing the flags in behind us. Sarah’s knees were hurting and my chest was getting no better. We bowled into the club rooms for a beer and the way it went quiet we suspect we were not meant to be in there or something, too bad. Our caddies came in too and we shared a few cold beers.

Another day to write down to experience.