At forty-seven, David Wood sold everything he owned and set out to
fulfill every golfer's dream: For one year, he traveled the world
(covering sixty thousand miles and every continent except Antarctica) by
plane, boat, train, motorcycle, and rickshaw, to play the game he loves
in the most exotic locales, including the world's highest, driest,
hottest, coldest, and most remote golf courses, and lived to tell the
tale. Along the way, he met a bevy of fascinating characters, including
surly cabbies, taxi drivers with a death wish, welcoming golf-course
managers, threatening kangaroos, and golf pros out for a quick game.
David faced dire situations, such as bouts of food poisoning in India
and Egypt, altitude sickness in Argentina, getting booted out of the
Ukraine by armed guards, and muddling about with limited language
skills. But through it all he maintained a sense of humor and, of
course, his passion for golf, which he played every chance he got.