Golfing

The actual title of this blog should be "Men are pigs", however, we already know that. But, women get to be pigs on the golf course, too.

I found a group of people in Jakarta who call themselves "TeeSet". Each weekend for the last 27 years they pick a local course and about 15-20 of them go golfing. They seem like a good group of guys (and ladies). There are some from Cape Breton, Vancouver and everywhere else.

So, the golf. We played a course called Sentul Highland which is built in the hills South of Jakarta. There is a volcano as a backdrop and rice paddies scattered around and within the course. What did I learn? Well, they measure in metres and not yards. You can't take a divot because the ground is too soft from all the rain. The locals sit along the sides of the fairways to spot you balls, if you shank a ball in the bush some kid brings it out to you. You tip him about 20 cents and all is good. But, the caddies tell you where aim your putt instead of where it will break to. I kept telling my Caddy (Lina #5) "kanaan" for right, she kept saying "No, Boss, kiri". We were saying the same thing, just in a different order.

That brings me to the caddies. Basically, when you arrive at the course you are assigned a caddy. They bring you clubs to the driving range, put them on the cart and as the game goes on, they figure out how far you can hit with each club. However, I was giving up a stroke a whole because Lina was bringing out the wrong club and I didn't have the heart to send her back to the cart. They carry little bags filled with grass seed and pick up your divots for you.

Their job is also to make you feel like Tiger Woods. "Oh meester, you so strong. You hit that ball so faa." " Oh, Boss, you break tee, you so musclely."

But, after the game, they have shower facilities for you. And you can get a full body massage- with "servicing" for around $20. I am not sure about the total cost of the 'servicing' as I didn't inquire. Plus, I don't think the caddy is in charge of that.

All of this for the same price as Sandpiper in St. Albert. Oh, and the ladies get male caddies that do the same. I am unsure what the 'service' is though. Oh, and the girl with me in the picture kept looking at me and rubbing the side of her face. No, it isn't an Indonesian mating ritual, they don't get laugh lines around their eyes and she was commenting on mine. Apparently, they are fascinating.