Some time in 2006 I took a good friend on a golf trip to Scotland. We played a lot of great golf in a short period of time. We embarked on an ambitious adventure at one point, playing 36 at Machrihanish then taking the ferry to Ilsay, playing 36 the next day and then ferrying back to Kennacraig and driving to Dornoch, arriving at 11pm or so.
What happened at the Machrie is still laughed about by my Scottish friends whenever I see them, regardless of the number of years passed in between. This is classic lost in translation:
After arriving at the Machrie late in the afternoon, I went to the pro shop with my friend as the pro was closing shop. I informed him that we had to catch the ferry the next day at whatever time and wanted to play 36 starting at 6 am, to which he replied, "Show up half six and we'll get you out." Not sure there would be enough time, I asked again if it would be OK if we teed off at 6. Again, he said to show up, "half six" and was pretty emphatic that was the end of discussion. So, I agreed and walked away with my friend.
After my friend was pretty sure nobody was around, he grabbed me and not so quietly exclaimed, "Dude, what is wrong with you?" I had no idea what he was talking about and said as much. His response was priceless: "The old bastard is talking about showing up to have sex and you're into it!!"
I thought for a moment and had to laugh and tell him that half six is 6:30 in the UK.
It was a huge mistake to show up late, play 36 and split. The place was fantastic. I thought it was the kind of place to park yourself for 2-4 days and just relax. Cold, brown water does not bother me on golfing holidays. I enjoyed golfing in the dunes and would have like to have returned again. I thought it was quite difficult without any local knowledge.