Golf
Written by Gino on June 20, 2009 – 8:25 am -
Golf. Although I had sworn never to play it, I took it up somewhere in 2001 or 2002, during the last two years when I was living in Belgium. In 2003 I moved to the Algarve, one of the best and most famous regions in the world to play the game. Obviously, my golf clubs came with me, as I had really started to like the game. I played a couple of games, mostly together with my Irish neighbour, who is really addicted to golf. Well, he’s a Brit, so that’s pretty easy to understand. But, starting up a business in Portugal was not easy, and I stopped playing the game for some time. Until a couple of weeks ago.
A Belgian friend was visiting, and he wanted to try to hit some balls. I had to find my bag with golf clubs and off we went, to a local golf club’s drivers range. Although I hadn’t touched the clubs in more than five years, I was surprised to still be able to hit some balls perfect (ok, I am honest, some balls, not all of them). We spent a nice Saturday afternoon on that drivers range, and had a lot of fun. And obviously, we found the 19th hole on a little roof terrace in Cacela Velha, so that went just perfect as well.
Since then, I have left my golf clubs next to the front door, so everytime I walk in or out, I see them. I might take them today, and go and shoot some balls again. As I have been invited to go and play a game on one of the new golf courses we have in our neighbourhood. But I told the people who have invited me that I needed a bit more practise before meeting them on the golfcourse.
I have always wondered how the Brits have been able to invent a game like this. Yesterday, I found the answer to that question. The answer was given by Robin Williams…
Tags: golf, golfing the algarve, robin williams, robin williams on golf
Posted in Life in Portugal, Personal thoughts, VdW-TV |

June 20th, 2009 at 1:06 pm
Absolutely hysterical - now I know why I enjoy the game so much - the challenge is everything. And it puts a whole new connotation on the word “mulligan”…it must be a Scottish term!
July 9th, 2009 at 2:08 am
[...] Williams calls it a linguistic adventure to go out drinking with a Scotsman, because you just can’t fucking understand them. [...]