Iquitos

A wall of heat hit me as I de fecking planed the flight from Tarapoto. Guns and Roses were shouting "Welcome to the Jungle" in my head. Yep, Iquitos is in the Amazon and is hotter and sweatier than satan's crotch in tight undies.
But it is a pleasant enough place to spend some time, moto taxis fly everywhere and there are practically no cars (Fact o'the day: Iquitos is the largest town in the world that is not connected to anywhere else via road).

I had heard that the only golf course in the entire Amazon was near Iquitos, so on the first morning I flagged down a Moto taxi and told the driver to take me out to it, slightly worried that my lack of golf shoes and a collared t-shirt might cause a problem.

I signed in, picked up some ancient clubs, some third hand balls and some tees that resembled toothpicks and walked out to the driving range for a couple of swings. One or two mishits at the beginning, but soon after the balls were flying straight and far. Off to the first tee, where Guido my taxi driver suddenly appears and takes my clubs. Obviously Guido moonlights as a caddy in his spare time. His knowledge was a little lacking and he would offer me a Pitching Wedge for tee off and a driver on the fairway, but he did know when the putter was to be used.
We sweated our way round the 9 holes, having chosen just before midday to tee off. There were turtles in the water hazzard on the 7th and a load of chickens scratching around the 9th green. The greens were like fairways back home and the fairways were like jungle. The rough, was exactly that, very rough. Although the golf bag did come equipped with a machette, but I wasn't willing to destroy more of the Amazon whilst searching for the balls I lost.

After an hour or so we dripped into the club and I handed in my score card, a quite embarassing 70 on a par 38. I blame Guido...