We live in a building that overlooks one of the only golf courses in the city. Today i finally got to whack a couple balls off the driving range. Surrounded by 60 m high gum trees, the smell of cut grass, and the sound of the little river passing through the middle of the course, i felt a million miles away from the melancholy madness that is Med de geen.
On a side note: they will be digging up the golf course to make way for 2 main roads.
Idiots, there’s enough parking spaces on that course for at least 10 000 cars.
