were great at finding my ball, whether it was in the long grass/rough, maize/bean/cucumber field or in the river.
One carried along the pin, and ran ahead to stand on the green and hold it near the hole-
The "grounds crew" was hard at it: digging up a bunker-
The former clubhouse is inhabited by squatters-
It's really sad to see the state this once elegant establishment is in today. The whites did not treat the blacks poorly but were run out and today the blacks have no interest or desire, no money and little knowledge about how to maintain what was once quite grand. However for just a few golfers/week, it's quite surprising they attempt to keep the course up at all.
Another bathroom sign-
I spent a couple hours at the former casino listening to local entertainment. Supper was another local meal-beans, chicken and the Zimbabwe ugali - sadza, which is maize porridge. Unfortuantely, once again, I'm in another country where they only eat to live :(
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