Meet the Caddy: Titi

The Caddy Hunter

Mar 17,2014

Titi

A shrill cry of applause reverberates amongst the tightly forested holes which comprise Jagorawi New Course. I glance over to locate the source of the noise which alas is not supporters lining the fairway congratulating me on my recent success (a par believe it or not), but rather a 5’2” Indonesian caddy with the rather apt name of Titi.
Titi is a caddy who is not only blessed with good looks more akin to strutting her stuff on a catwalk than wandering through the undergrowth searching for my golf ball, but actually has something that is, and forgive me in advance for writing this, missing in the majority of other female so-called ‘caddies’; a golf brain.
Female caddies in Indonesia, especially in the Jakarta and Bogor area are a dime a dozen. Typically, they are girls with illfitting uniforms and a face so plastered in a base layer of makeup that one would think that the only thing left to do is to whip out the paintbrush before glossing over the top.
However Titi, and we expatriates have all said this before from time to time, is different. Hailing from just a 7 iron distance outside of Bogor (or if the editor of this magazine is hitting, it would need to be a reasonably struck driver), Titi at 22 is the youngest of three children and has been working at Jagorawi for a smidgen over two years.
Unlike the majority of the sweet young ladies that populate the golf courses from Jakarta through to Bali, Titi is blessed with a knowledge of the game that most caddies are sadly missing. An appreciation of golf etiquette, understanding of the oft-tricky rules that have tendency to befuddle amateurs and professionals alike (ask a certain Mr. Woods), a thorough knowledge of the course layout and above all, and probably most importantly for an extremely average golfer like myself, a cheerful and encouraging personality and level of companionship that thankfully sees the iPhone stay firmly within the confines of her handbag for the entire time that she is marauding through the hutan tracking down my seemingly unloseable golf ball.
In between my ever-increasingly wayward shots I ask her what brought her to Jagorawi, and how she had the pleasure of accompanying me today.
“I live close to Palm Hill Golf Course but they were not hiring caddies. A friend who lived close by suggested Jagorawi to me and that was it. I want to be outdoors. I like being out in the fresh air.” Her favourite part of the job? “Tournaments,” she retorts in an understandable mix of Ind-Glish before carrying on, “There are many tournaments here, maybe two a month that I caddy in. If my player has a good score, that makes me feel very proud of the job I do.”
I pry further, “So if your player plays well, does that equate to a good tip?” all the while taking a look at her brand new Adidas trainers that adorn her petite feet. She laughs nervously, which I take to mean that her bank balance is what one would describe as ‘healthy’, but I should mind my own business.
And the answer to the most important question that all red-blooded males are surely asking by now is that Titi is not married, yet.
Our round concludes on the 18th (which by no coincidence was my best in quite a while), with a radiant smile and a chirpy thank you before Titi, with a strength of a Canadian Swamp-Logger that belies her small frame, lugs my over-laden golf bag to the bag drop area and I retire to the shower with a thousand thoughts running through my mind.
Golf in Indonesia in general is excellent. Golf in Indonesia with a female caddy (without a plaster of Paris face), is even more so.

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