Doc Walton, his wife Woo woo Charly and his friends play golf in Valle Escondido on a regular basis. Well, last week Doc put a folded bunch of papers in my golf cart. When I finally got around to reading it I was in stitches. My wife came to find out what I was laughing so hard about. Anyone who has played our little golf course can relate to Docs unique description of the "Alien vs Tiger woods" experience. After reading you may want to visit Docs "Monkey Mind" blog were he goes off on a number of subjects. Always interesting, witty and off the wall. Worth going through his archives. Enjoy!
QUEBRADA GOLF COURSE AT VALLE ESCONDIDO
By Doc Walton
Hollywood
has nothing on the Quebrada Grande G.C. Nestled in a sweet, green
valley just back of town, this nine hole beauty looks like the backdrop
for a remake of Shangri La, but plays more like Alien vs. Tiger Woods.
You would think on first sighting of the seemingly harmless fairways
and benign greens that comprise Quebrada’s six par threes and three par
fours, that there would be little danger awaiting the average Joe
Golfer. But looks, as we have learned from countless B films throughout
the years, can be deceiving. Quebrada has a dark side.
The sixth
hole, for instance, has been nicknamed Psycho by the Joe Golfers who
play there on a regular basis and it is easy to understand why. At a
listed 78 yards it is a mere wedge away and at first glance seems to
pose few problems. Of course you are hitting from an elevated tee
across a flowery, jungle covered gorge to a postage stamp sized green,
but c’mon, it’s right there. Pay no heed to the steep drop-off right of
the green or the bunkers that guard the back and left. Forget that a
shot hit just a smidgeon right, left or short means a lost ball and
enjoy the beauty of the towering wild fig tree that over hangs the
green waiting to catch a shot arcing too high, so it can juggle the
ball in its branches before tossing it over the side. Really, just
ignore all that and play! Oh and that guy standing on the nifty
elevated footbridge that leads to the green? Ignore him too. I can’t be
sure, but I think it’s Norman. Norman Bates.
Yesterday afternoon I made a trip to the local pharmacy on the same street you turn on to Boquete Bistro and found a store I had not seen before. It is a pet store with everything you could need in the way of supplies and medication for your pets. For many of you this may seem trivial, but for Thalia and I it is a obvious sign of the effects foreigners are having on Boquete. When we came here ten years 
ago you would see wondering packs of dogs scrapping out an existence. We saw few signs that people had pets beyond guard dogs. Now we have a store dedicated to them. A sure sign of the times! Now I have to go back today and try and trade some of my younger sons many pets for a Cockateal he saw there.
