I’ve loved Australia since the first time I visited, and have returned as a travel writer for many reasons, including wine country visits, Scuba diving, epicurean “research,” and more, but to me, golf Down Under will always stand out in my memories. In fact, in a very real sense, golf in Australia changed my life.
Australia has a disproportionate number of the world’s great courses, but then again, so do Scotland and Ireland. What makes Australia so special to me is something that happened on a single day, February 18, 2004. That is the middle of summer in Australia, and I woke up early that morning at a Sydney hotel, in the vibrant and touristy Rocks neighborhood in the shadow of the famous Harbour Bridge. I proceeded to the legendary New South Wales Golf Club, one of the top 50 ranked courses on earth, where I played, then sped to the Sydney airport and boarded a non-stop Qantas flight to LAX. As soon as I arrived, I grabbed a rental car, drove to Newport Beach, and played golf again, at Pelican Hill, a Top 100 US public course. Thanks to the International Date Line, it was still February 18th when I wrapped up a very long day, one lasting more than 24 hours.
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