Life in china is all about expecting the unexpected. Today was no different. I started the afternoon on a mission to buy something specific. My friend suggested I go near the Kunming sports stadium, which is an area of town I have never explored. As with most shopping excursions here, I got off the bus, looked around, realized I had no idea where I was, and began asking what direction to go next. I asked several people to point me the right way. (Note, it's always important to ask more than one person because it's likely at least one person will make up an answer in order to save face). Regardless, multiple people pointed at shops at the base of the Kunming stadium. It is interesting because where our stadium concession stands or box office would be, this stadium had actual shops. I sauntered around and made my way in and out of several stores, not finding what I was shopping for. Before I knew it, I had walked all the way to the backside of the stadium. I continued to circle around the outside of the complex, and as I reached the final side I heard a very familiar noise. I crept forward and peered through the doorway into the stadium.
My jaw hit the ground; my eyes popped open in disbelief; and I let out a squeal of delight. I immediately pinched myself to see if it was real. In China, you must expect the unexpected; but I didn’t expect this. As I looked through the opening, I saw a make-shift driving range in the middle of the stadium.
A company sets up little pieces of turf on the track and you hit to the other endzone. (It might be the best business idea ever because there’s no overhead and they make a ton of money). I wandered until I found the entrance to the driving range and rented a bucket of golf balls. I was definitely not dressed for the occasion in my cute flats and pearls, but it didn’t even matter – I had the opportunity to swing a golf club!
The driving range in China was an experience. The people wouldn’t let me rent a driver. They would only let me rent an iron. I think Dad paid them to tell me I had to use an iron because he’s been telling me for years that I should work on my short-game… well Dad, it looks like I am finally being forced to take your advice! Personally, I think it’s just because the Chinese men there didn’t want me to out drive them.
I was definitely a little rusty at first, but had a great time regardless. I met an older Australian man and his Chinese wife. He is a golf coach at one the high class resorts outside of Kunming. Very interesting to talk with them. They offered to give me golf lessons and tips whenever I come to the driving range, isn’t that sweet? I’m thinking I should take them up on their offer so maybe when I get home I will be good enough to give Uncle Mike a run for his money : ) haha!
Hitting golf balls was such a great and unexpected way to spend my Saturday afternoon. It was a familiar activity from home that I really enjoy, and I met some nice people in the process. One more example that you never know what a new day in China will bring.
June 2009, Dad and I at the golf tournament he planned in support of my work in China.
One more perfect example of how many people helped me get to China. Thanks to all who planned, volunteered, donated, and participated in our golf tournament. What a special day!
