My brother has one main request when he arrives, which he frequently dials for latest updates.
"Fake, or at least darn cheap golf clubs – and where to get a hold of 'em."
But before I lavish through guidebooks and inquire any living person where to purchase fake-sticks in this crazy obsessed golf country*, I'm still in the never-ever-land asking myself,
why golf, Stavro?
*Heavy doze of irony.