Australian Gourmet Traveller – (02)February 2019 (1)

Matthew Hirsch, contributor;

Seoul, South Korea

A 24-hour layover in Seoul is the perfect

excuse to relish the chaos of Namdaemun

Market – the oldest and largest of its

kind in South Korea.@il_vagabondo

Sarah Oakes, editor;

Robertson, NSW

Visiting my parents in the beautiful village

of Robertson in the Southern Highlands.

Known for its Big Potato, it also features

a gorgeous country pub and a very pretty

rainforest walk.@sarahaliceoakes

Pru Engel, contributor;

Natadola Bay, Fiji

An indulgent, restful week by the

beach, with every night spent sipping

cocktails on the sand while taking in

the kaleidoscope sunsets.@pruengel

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Bondi Beach

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PHOTOGRAPHY BEN DEARNLEY (BONDI BEACH) & ALANA LANDSBERRY (PORTRAIT).

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Where we’ve been

A380. Now here I was, powerfully

and somewhat ungracefully spat back

out onto the sand. I was safe and

I was salty and I was home.

Australian beaches: beautiful,

powerful, terrifying, exhilarating. We

couldn’t resist dedicating an issue to

one of our most beloved geographical

features at their most majestic time

of year.

Enjoy the issue,

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I

married into the family of Harold

Holt, the only Prime Minister

Australia has ever lost and never

found again. A few summers ago,

hours after landing in Sydney from the

US, I found myself caught in a rip at

Bondi Beach with Harold’s niece

and my mother-in-law, Sue.

I’m not a strong swimmer and

was heavily pregnant at the time, and

we both instinctively did the exact

opposite of what we knew to be best

practice: we screamed, we flailed, we

desperately tried to swim to shore.

All-in-all exhausting ourselves with

little results to show for our effort.

As panic set in and we drifted

further out to sea, the editor in me

couldn’t help but ponder the headlines

that might follow such a disappearance:

“The Holt Curse”, perhaps?

It was a surfer who eventually

spotted us and pushed us back to

shore. Hours earlier I’d been soaring

over this section of coast in a Qantas

Editor’s letter