Golfing in Morocco, a perfect sense of the “East meets West” type of culture most travel guides will talk about. Out of all the times I have golfed since I was a 12 year old, club throwing, snowman having, pitch putter golfer I have only played link style golf a handful of times. Out of all the times I had teed up, never have I golfed with 40 MPH gusts and a consistent 20-25 MPH wind. Out of all the times I have golfed, I have never felt so helpless on 50-100 yard approach shots. The course was well manicured, and looked wide open for the taking before the round actually started. With the Atlantic staring down on the right rough on 4 of the holes and the rest of the course within a few hundred yards of the breaking waves, the golf gods were anything but kind. The greens were as fast as I have ever scene, this is usually when you hear about how fast they were rated on a stimpmeter, but with no official reading I’ll just leave it to your imagination. Anything short of a perfect drive was met with shaggy, deep, colorful rough, which I frequented. All of this, plus a seven month layover from swinging a golf club led to some high scoring fun filled holes.
After the round, we hit the resort casino, which was small, but filled with Moroccan and Foreign gamblers. After a great dinner filled with duck bacon and a few beers I found a spot on a black jack table and played for a few hours making back the money spent on the round and then some! All four of us made money on the day, which almost made up for the scores we posted during the round.