I think I've mentioned how funny/interesting/disturbing I find the golf-ball-picker-upper guys at our local driving range... well, last night we decided to hit up said driving range to hit some balls, drink some beers and take a closer look. We definitely got more catcalls than usual on our way there... four bules walking anywhere is strange enough, but four bules walking and two of them are carrying their own golf clubs? Unheard of. I think the ojek drivers on the corner found it particularly amusing.
Those poor guys have to brave the hazards of tens of golf balls being hit at them at once while running around barefoot in motorcycle helmets and giant padded jackets, raking together and then scooping up golfs balls. I'm sure there are people who use them for target practice, too... Sigh. At least they have jobs?
I also think it's strange to have this driving range in the middle of the city, right in the shadow of towering office buildings. It seems like the green space could be put to better use, like a park or something.