Golfer's Heaven Temerloh
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Over the Christmas weekend my father-in-law, my brother-in-law and my biras went to Temerloh to take a look at a golf course that my father-in-law designed and built more than twenty years ago. It was by no means a small accomplishment, even though it was a 9-hole golf course. Twenty-two years later, the course is still there and thriving – it is still pretty much the only golf course in Temerloh. I have heard so much about it since I married Lina and it was a fitting conclusion that we played at the golf course which her father was instrumental for its very existence. Twenty years ago, there was nothing much in and to do in Temerloh. There was hunting and fishing. That’s it.
From the stories that I have heard over the years, Lina’s father was responsible for not a few millionaires in Temerloh switching from mahjong to golf. In his own words,
“Imagine eleven millionaires on their hands and knees laying out the grass for the greens or eleven millionaires lining up across the fairways picking up stones.”
For some of the current crop of people playing there, they have seen my father-in-law’s name in the clubhouse, heard his name and played the game but they finally met the guy who was responsible for their sanity, literally. According to a Dr. Lim whom we met for dinner on Christmas day, the club helped him keep his wits when he was posted in Temerloh.
They do not need to use an assault craft anymore to get to the first green. Hole No. 5 is actually an airstrip, still operational. It is long, at least 550 meters and as wide as hell and I had to hit the ball out of bounds twice out of the three times we played there that weekend. The greens are immaculate even though some are a bit bumpy. The well kept greens are the best indication that the course is being looked after. On a personal side, I saw the house which was Lina’s home for three years. I could be such a sentimental bloke on things like that.
So golfers, there is the Kelab Golf Seri Mahkota at Kem Batu 3, Temerloh, named after His Royal Highness, The Tengku Mahkota of Pahang. It is not the greatest golf club in the world but Temerloh does have a golf club.
On a lighter side, on the way to Temerloh from Seremban, we went through the back route via Kuala Kelawang, Simpang Pertang, Telemong etc. etc. etc. and the winding roads made me nauseous, mabuk. I was very very close to being sick and I had to keep a plastic bag handy should I be so. So, for the way home, I suggested to my biras that we take the East Coast and Karak highways. He playfully remarked that we take the same winding route that we took the day before. He had fun seeing me turn purple.
“I tell you what, you do that and I’ll throw away all the plastic bags in the car and we’ll see if you like what your car smells like when we reach Seremban.”
That did the trick, we took the highways home.
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Over the Christmas weekend my father-in-law, my brother-in-law and my biras went to Temerloh to take a look at a golf course that my father-in-law designed and built more than twenty years ago. It was by no means a small accomplishment, even though it was a 9-hole golf course. Twenty-two years later, the course is still there and thriving – it is still pretty much the only golf course in Temerloh. I have heard so much about it since I married Lina and it was a fitting conclusion that we played at the golf course which her father was instrumental for its very existence. Twenty years ago, there was nothing much in and to do in Temerloh. There was hunting and fishing. That’s it.
From the stories that I have heard over the years, Lina’s father was responsible for not a few millionaires in Temerloh switching from mahjong to golf. In his own words,
“Imagine eleven millionaires on their hands and knees laying out the grass for the greens or eleven millionaires lining up across the fairways picking up stones.”
For some of the current crop of people playing there, they have seen my father-in-law’s name in the clubhouse, heard his name and played the game but they finally met the guy who was responsible for their sanity, literally. According to a Dr. Lim whom we met for dinner on Christmas day, the club helped him keep his wits when he was posted in Temerloh.
They do not need to use an assault craft anymore to get to the first green. Hole No. 5 is actually an airstrip, still operational. It is long, at least 550 meters and as wide as hell and I had to hit the ball out of bounds twice out of the three times we played there that weekend. The greens are immaculate even though some are a bit bumpy. The well kept greens are the best indication that the course is being looked after. On a personal side, I saw the house which was Lina’s home for three years. I could be such a sentimental bloke on things like that.
So golfers, there is the Kelab Golf Seri Mahkota at Kem Batu 3, Temerloh, named after His Royal Highness, The Tengku Mahkota of Pahang. It is not the greatest golf club in the world but Temerloh does have a golf club.
On a lighter side, on the way to Temerloh from Seremban, we went through the back route via Kuala Kelawang, Simpang Pertang, Telemong etc. etc. etc. and the winding roads made me nauseous, mabuk. I was very very close to being sick and I had to keep a plastic bag handy should I be so. So, for the way home, I suggested to my biras that we take the East Coast and Karak highways. He playfully remarked that we take the same winding route that we took the day before. He had fun seeing me turn purple.
“I tell you what, you do that and I’ll throw away all the plastic bags in the car and we’ll see if you like what your car smells like when we reach Seremban.”
That did the trick, we took the highways home.
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posted by dudae_simboyo at 16:25
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