We woke up bright and early today...5am so that Marcel can do 18 holes at the golf course in Cinere. We were a little surprised by the major traffic jam near Poin Square and Marcel was not in the best mood having to deal with this first thing in the morning but that quickly subsided when he T-ed off at 6:30am. The first 9 holes went by swiftly with Marcel scoring 48. I'm not sure about scoring in golf but I'm told that this is good. The last 9 holes was not so good. It just got too unbearably hot, even for me, and I wasn't even playing!
Throughout the course there are several pit stops of people selling foods, snacks, drinks, and of course golf balls. These golf balls are found in the course itself. All those lost balls drowning in the lake or caught in a tree are all collected by the locals, then grouped into bunches of 12, according to brands, then resold again to golfers. So you are literally buying your own golf balls back. It's like Indonesians have found a way to make ripping people off a business. The whole concept is quite funny but then again, this is Indonesia.
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