I’m not sure how the Pro’s do it, but I have a new respect for them. After 6 days and 5 rounds of golf, I can feel my body is getting tired and the stiff body just seems to accentuate the 1st Tee jitters I think most of us amateurs are prone to.
Leaving George again on the Baz Bus, I made the next short hop across to Mossel Bay, a town normally overlooked by most tourists heading either to or from the Garden Route, but if you have a day to spare and the weather is playing along, it is a very enjoyable place to pay a visit. The beaches are clean and long, and the Town’s European history goes back to 1488.
The Baz Bus dropped me off at The Santos Express, an old train that has been converted into a restaurant, bar and guest house. It is parked literally metres away from the beach and the compartments have beautiful views over the beach and bay. It’s a little rustic, but the novelty and location of it makes up for that.
Sunday morning I had a tee time for 10:00, which was going to cut it a little fine in getting back for my bus again at 15:30, but barring any disasters, it should work.
The Mossel Bay Golf Club was pretty busy though, and compared to all the mid-week golf I had played up until then, the course was full. The club is very proud to be the home of two great champions on the World Tour, Louis Oosthuizen, the 2010 British Open Champion, and Lee-Anne Pace with 5 wins on the Ladies European Tour.
I got paired up with a local member, Ben, and his son Corne’, who showed me around the course, the busy course did mean that I would have to forfeit my video capturing for this round, and as my back nine regressed into, I don’t know what, I probably would have had a hard time editing the footage to make it family friendly anyway!
Being the game of golf though, and with my clubs sensing they were about to get put in a dusty old cupboard and locked away, I pared the final three holes to make my score respectable and restore my faith in the game. I ended up with an 89, but it definitely wasn’t pretty.
I had hoped my final round on the Garden Route Golf Passport would’ve been a bit kinder to me, but I think a tired body, combined with a tricky course and more than just a breeze blowing, all kept me in check.
Ben was kind enough to give me a ride back to The Santos, where I had about an hour to wait until the Baz Bus arrived again.
Next stop . . . . . . Hermanus, my last stop before getting back to Cape Town, but Tuesday’s up and coming adventure will definitely make delaying the return home worth it!