I enjoyed listening to this article this morning.
This part brought back some memories: “. . . courses take a few hours to reach by train from Tokyo, and play tends to be slow even by the sport’s global standards, punctuated by lunches, beers and baths in onsen hot spring . . . ”
The memories are of the days I would be left back at the office while my colleague Richard and Japanese executives would have a day-long golf excursion, of which Richard would tell me later (Richard would not have consumed any of the beers on offer, so hopefully there were ample supplies of Diet Coke).
I’m not a golfer, and never had any desire to go on these outings — hearing Richard talk about them was good enough for me.