Nullarbor Golf Wrap Up

Four days, and forty degree heat. 18 holes and 1395 kilometres. It was done. All that remained was mathematics (add up the score) and go to the Ceduna Visitor Centre for my certificate.

Disappointed? Yes. Double and triple bogeys meant a card that did not reflect my idea of a good score.

Happy - yes! I had completed the course. Card Number 377 was complete.

Off to the visitor centre and I was asked my score. It goes on the certificate. How embarrassing. The certificate will include my score.



"How did you go?" was the question.
"It was a lot of fun, an experience," came my reply, "but lost balls, penalties and a bad three putt didn't help my score."
"So what was your score, it goes on your certificate."
"88" was my response.
"Wow, that's terrific! This is first certificate I have done for a score less than 100."
Another voice from behind the counter added "...and some of them have been almost twice that."

Certificate in hand we left the air-conditioned visitor centre and headed out into the heat again.

The challenge had been faced; Nullarbor Golf Links had been conquered. Well, conquered is not really the right word. We had survived the heat, the dust and the distance. We had endured ants, march flies (they sting), three corner jacks and the flies at Eucla. I had lost two golf balls - and we found seven. It had still been a lot of fun, and added much needed variety to 1400 kilometres of our 2900 trip to Adelaide.

Would I play Nullarbor Links again? Yes ,Yes, Yes! Maybe I would try for some cooler weather next time. It was a little warm, unusually hot in fact, as we crossed the Nullarbor early in November 2009.
Would my faithful photographer document the event? Seems I need a golfing partner next time; she is not planning to do it again.

Nullarbor Links is not Kingston Heath. They will never hold the Australian Masters on this course, but it is an experience not to be missed. Next time you head across the Nullarbor, take your golf clubs.