Golf in Bhutan

Golf in Bhutan is a bit different. There are 3 courses in the country and I am lucky to work at and play the best one, Royal Thimphu Golf Club. Royal Thimphu began in the 1970's. Supposedly the King wanted to preserve the green space around the zhong (palace), but was tired of the stench emitting from the rice fields near by. Someone suggested that he build a golf course. The King knew nothing of golf, but liked the idea of keeping the sprawl of urban Thimphu at bay while concurrently adding another game for the Bhutanese to play. Later that decade a rich Japanese businessman came to the area and made the course what it is today. He contoured the fairways, shaped the greens and brought the golf course into modernity. Despite the quirkiness of golf in this part of the world, the mounding and layout are surprisingly strong. Most of the greens are flat and domed (think of less severe Pete Dye) with challenging bunkers on several holes. The members of the course wanted their prized golf course to be difficult so water hazards were added as well. Water hazards here come in two varieties. Irrigation canals that run 3-4 feet wide crossing close in front of greens, and cement bathtub ponds, which are a bit smaller than the greens themselves, but quite deep. They remind me of swimming pools in AZ except that most of the bathtubs have cracks in the bottom requiring constant watered during the dry season (winter). However, during the monsoon season the ponds are filled to the brim, as Thimphu experiences 5 meters of rain in the summer. A major point of conflict recently have been the school children of the area using the ponds as swimming pools while golfers attempt to play the course. In Bhutan, things like this happen all the time. The members will yell at the kids and vent their frustration to the committee and yet the informal afternoon swimming lessons will continue. Despite the members best intentions, the golf course has the feel of public land. Kids, dogs, and people in general wander through the course on their way to wherever they may be headed. The latest idea is to surround the course with thorny bushes and fences to keep the public at bay. It's a nice plan on paper, but it seems likely that the fences will soon have child sized holes in them.

The course itself is tucked on a small strip of land without much room to expand. At current, the course has 9 holes with 2 sets of tees on each hole. This makes it possible to go around twice and play a par 67, which stretches out to about 5800 yards. One might think this would be a simple test, yet I can honestly say that shooting par at a 7,000 yard course back home is undoubtedly easier. Royal Thimphu's main weapon against golfers is the rough, a maniacal combination of fescue, clover, and kikuyu that goes to your knees in most spots. Missed fairways are almost always lost balls, costing the golfer 2 shots. Having a really good forecaddie helps, but even so, the average member loses 6-10 balls per round. So if you ever meet a tanned Bhutanese kid who plays at Royal Thimphu and claims to have a 12 handicap, don't get yourself in a serious money game. In all likelihood he's better than your local club pro.

My job with the BYGA is to train and mentor Bhutan's youth golfers, which seems like simple enough assignment. The difficulty of the task lies in two areas. First, the facilities at Royal Thimphu aren't the best. Secondly, the bureaucracy of the course makes it difficult to accomplish anything. We have a range, which has a small tee deck offering 6 blades of grass per square meter. In other words, you hit shots off dirt. The other problem with the range lies in the landing area, which is also the 2nd fairway, perhaps the most dangerous acre in all of Bhutan. Stripe your tee shot down the middle of the fairway while you're playing the 2nd hole and you have put yourself in prime position for death by Top Flite. Some players on the range may stop hitting, but don't count on it. It's best to watch the range for incoming artillery until its time to hit your shot. Then proceed quickly without a practice swing, knowing this could be the best last shot you ever hit.

Thankfully change is on the way. Already plans have been made to add a small range between the 2nd and 9th fairways. It will be a tremendous amount of work, but the kids of the BYGA will help and Josh Adrian, a golf course superintendent here from the US, has enough knowledge to get us started. I've been given a tentative okay from the course captain to begin work. Now if only I had a bobcat to move some dirt, sand to create a green, and seed, sun, and water to make it grow...



You can see here the spectacular view from the 2nd tee, and the fairway which currently doubles as the driving range.



Coronation Cup
This weekend is the Coronation Cup, a 36 hole tournament commemorating K5's (the 5th King) coronation, I think. The prize is a 3 day trip for 2 to Thailand which includes airfare, golf and spa. Even so, I've heard rumors from the kids that a lot of the members will purposely play bad to keep their handicap high for the next tournament, which has a small car as the first prize. Generally caddies win these tournaments because the handicap system only reflects tournament rounds and everyone starts out at 18. My good friend Karma (the 12 handicap who plays like a 2) won a washing machine in the last tournament. His cloths are now the cleanest of all the caddies.

As an outsider who "has a nice game", I'm not eligible to play, which is quite strange given that I'm really the only professional in Bhutan, and therefore the only one who should be playing for such a prize. According to USGA and R&A rules back home, prizes for amateur tournaments can't be worth more than $750. Accepting any prize worth more would terminate one's status as an amateur. Chang, the course manager jokes that "there are actually no amateur golfers left in Bhutan".

Although I'd like to play to experience competitive golf in Bhutan, not playing has its benefits too. Most notably, avoiding an 8 hour round of golf, the result of five-somes playing on a short course with more opportunities to lose your golf ball than the 17th at Sawgrass.

Look for another update next weekend...

Kingdom of Bhutan

I've been a golf pro and golf coach in Minnesota for several years now. Spring, summer, and fall are a blur of activity. With the changing of the season comes new challenges and adventures. Winter is no exception. Over previous winters I have traveled south to FL, AZ, or the Dominican Republic. Last year I stuck around and finished a masters at the U of MN, but by March I vowed never again to endure another MN winter. This year I wanted to try something totally different.

I learned about he BYGA through searching PGA job postings on line. The BYGA is a nonprofit organzation started in 2002 by Rick Lipsey, a sportswriter for Sports Illustrated. Rick traveled to Bhutan in 2002 and soon became the nations first golf professional. After several months of constructing a youth golf program from scratch Rick returned to the US and formally created the BYGA. Every 4-6 months a new golf pro from the US comes to be the next "coach", conducting junior clinics, administrating tournaments, and expanding golf opportunities to children throughout the small nation. The BYGA is made possible by donations from individuals and corporations who share the BYGA's passion for golf and the lessons it can teach. I am personally sponsored by a retired physician and avid golfer named Helga. While living in Bhutan is cheap by US standards, the transportation and housing are certainly not. Thanks Helk for your generous support!


Beyond the appeal of teaching golf, something I love to do, traveling to Bhutan presented several advantages to other locations. First and foremost, the people here are friendly. So far, I have noticed an amazing similarity in sentiment from person to person. It's as if an easy going temperament is hardwired into their culture, perhaps a result of Bhuddism, the state religion. There is a patience and acceptance common to any interaction in Bhutan that is far different from other "busier" places of the world. Losing one's cool, whether on the golf course or in the marketplace, is not acceptable behavior. Another major reason Bhutan is a great place to visit is the language. The previous king, in all his wisdom, required all children to be taught in English while in school. Thus, most people know English, even more so than in India. The English spoken here by most folks is not the descriptive brand you'd expect back home and it has an over articulated feel I'm not familiar with, but it is quite effective at communicating basic logistics, emotions, and information. I have already noticed how the Bhutanese so quickly "cut to the chase" during conversations, often avoiding filler words meant to soften or qualify the statement. I think this is the result of English's place as a transactional language. Most people, regardless of background (and other languages spoken) speak a little bit of English. To the weary traveler, this means never being completely lost.

The pictures here depict another element of Bhutan which has some major appeal. You'll notice the beauty and ornate design of the buildings here. While these buildings may not be the norm, they are far from the exception. Bhutanese architecture is stunning, almost everywhere you look. Building codes limit colors of construction to be primarily white, yellow, red, black, or brown. The windows, roofs, and other features are also held to strict design parameters.

Put another way, Bhutan is a very traditional place, unhurried by modernization and the expansion of capitalism. It permeates the architecture, the role/effectiveness of government, and even the pace at which the people move. Thirty some years ago the wise King espoused the common goal of Gross National Happiness. Now a tag line in the west, GNH places sustainability, tradition, and quality of life ahead of profit/GNP. The result has been the creation/continuation of one of the happiest places in the world (according to several studies). Ninety-five percent of people here report being happy or very happy. Unlike neighboring Nepal, which has suffered environmental degradation and continual political strife, Bhutan continues a tradition of peace and respect for the environment. So socialist is Bhutan that there truly are no homeless persons. I've been told that if someone is born poor and without land or opportunity that person can appeal to the King and the King will grant him/her land. Does socialism really sound that bad?

The Bhutanese are, and should rightfully should be,  proud of their nation. It may not be the most productive, the most efficient, or most advanced nation in the world, but what it has preserved and maintained in the face of increasing global pressures to modernize and capitalize is profound. It should be no wonder that economic models around the world are changing to reflect GNH, not just GNP. Yet only in Bhutan can you experience GNH first hand.

My Home

The apartment I've been provided here in Thimphu is actually nicer than my place back home. While fantastic from an ease of life standpoint, I can't seem to wonder if this is a little bit more than I need. It is about 1000 sq. ft. with 2 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, a kitchen, and an open dining room/living room complete with TV, internet, and leather furniture. It actually reminds me of being at a fancy cabin. The view from here is spectacular and I have 3 decks (all facing different directions) to enjoy it from. Since I am still not feeling the best I decided to take a day to get used to my home and my appliances. I have thus far mastered the hot water heater, the rice maker, and the water boiler (so that you don't need to buy bottled water). I also picked up a few tiny eggs from the store. So small, I almost wonder if they came from chickens, though these are probably what nature intended chicken eggs to really look like. The weather here is very nice so far. Every day seems to be somewhat similar. Clear cold nights followed by warmish (60-70F) days. The air is thin at 8,000 feet so the sun is strong even though we are close to winter. Most people wear long sleeves even during the middle of the day. The Bhutanese are masters of layered dressing, a key for survival during days of 30 degree temperature swings. I have also generally mastered the downtown area. Last night I took a cab to meet the American golf course superintendent and his wife. My cab driver didn't speak a lick of English so we simply drove. Since I barely knew where I was going I kept shouting "center square" to which he oscillated his head and hummed in acknowledgment. Eventually we found it and I gave the man 2 coins, to which he chuckled and handed them back. I examined the coins to find they were Thai Bhat, rather than Bhutanese Nultrums. Problem solved, I went to dinner with my new friends.

Whenever you think you've got a tough job, consider this guy, and note that his monthly salary is about $120, a handsome wage here (the article is from Kuensel, the best news source in Bhutan)... http://www.bhutan.org/philately/runner-article.htmk

Everest

I took the first couple photos on the flight from Bangkok to Paro, Bhutan. First, you'll see some of the storm clouds leaving Bangkok, where it rained ferociously for several days. Rain drops in the tropics are much bigger than in other places. It seems the only way to land on the one-way land strip in Paro is to circle a bit west beforehand. Thus, one gets a pretty good view of Everest and friends. The average cruising height of a commercial airline is 30-32,000 ft, not much higher than Everest herself. The mountains seemed eye level as we circled into the valley. Awe inspiring indeed, it is no surprise the mountains hold spiritual significance to the Bhutanese.

I noticed that my flight was special when the flight attendant kept saying "your majesty" over the intercom. When we landed I found out why. First class was reserved for the queen (one of 4 lucky women married to the King) and her entourage (including a toy pooch). I got a couple of pictures as she left the plane but they are not that special (no flowing robes, paparazzi, etc) and takes a long time to load them here so they are not included.

After the Royal party left the strip and the proletariat were allowed to disembark I waited at the airport for my ride. Two hours later it arrived (not that unexpected) and we began the drive from Paro to Thimphu, which takes about an hour, depending on your driver. Karma Lam drives a nice 4-wheel drive SUV at seemingly unsafe speeds. I took the picture below of the river valley adjacent to the road shortly after Lam told me I didn't need a seat belt and should take it off. Seat belts are only required in cities by law and laws of this nature are never enforced anyway. I did not venture to tackle the potential life saving elements related to seat belt use because this point seemed mute, since Lam was a fantastic driver (according to Lam). The most harrowing part of the trip was avoiding the many fallen rock/avalanches which spilled into the road, sometimes though both lanes of traffic. Autos were forced to go even closer to the edge of the cliff avoiding boulders sometimes the size of cars. The driving experience rivals anything I have encountered in India, Indonesia, the Dominican Republic, or New York, as the only generally accepted rule seems to be use the left side of the road (unless it's blocked of course).