
Ryan and I made our way to the
Mission Hills Golf and Spa Resort for a round of golf. The resort was gorgeous and the golf experience was something completely new to me. It seems in Thailand you are required to have a caddie. Um, OK. I have never had a caddie and didn't quite know what to make of the idea. We were sitting in the starters shack waiting for the caddies when two women drove up in separate carts, but with our golf clubs. They were dressed in traditional caddie overalls and large brimmed hats to keep their faces out of the sun. We introduced ourselves and set off to the first hole. It seems my name is quite difficult for them to pronounce.
The golf course was extremely well maintained and in fantastic condition. As I walked up to the first tee, my caddie hands me my driver and in broken English tells me the yardage and the best way to play my drive. Their English was not very good, but they knew all of the golfing terminology. I was surprised they used yards as a form of measurement instead of meters like Europe. (I was quite pleased with this though.) One can become extremely spoiled having a caddie. I would hit my shot, hand my club to my caddie and then stroll along the hole or walk back to the cart. It took me a number of holes to get over my guilty feeling of having this woman getting my clubs for me, cleaning them, and lining up my put for me. I did get to the point where I thoroughly enjoyed it though.
This was the second Jack Nicklaus course that I have played and am much more pleased with this one than the first. Everywhere you look it was beautiful and scenic. I was having as much fun taking pictures as I was playing golf. As I didn't have to carry a club I would take my camera with me when I left the cart. On the third hole I was going out to play a shot and I had my camera and the iron I was going to use. I set my camera down on the ground so I could play my next shot and my caddie comes running over saying “No, no, no.” She picks up my camera and puts the strap over her shoulder. After that she would always hold the camera too!
We didn't play so well, but we didn't care. We had an absolute blast and loved every minute of it. Ryan and I had a great time. As we finished I asked if it was OK if we could have our pictures taken with them. They were quite amiable to the idea. Ryan took my picture with Dat and then I got the camera back to take his picture with his caddie. They were standing next to a concrete bench and she jumped up on the bench. I was laughing so hard and was glad I was able to get shot of her as tall as Ryan.
P.S. There were so many cool little experiences this day, but there was one more cool experience I wanted to ad. As we finished the ninth hole and were walking towards our carts a waiter came down the steps of the hotel with a tray of drinks and wet washcloths for us. Talk about cool!