A “summer” in name only—relentless rain and wind tried to drown the season, but polo pushed on. Finals were scarce, victories hard-earned, and every journey across New Zealand delivered breathtaking views. Between young horses, long days, and unforgettable company, the season became less about results and more about growth, resilience, and the people who made it all worthwhile.

Going to Argentina for the first time is something I thought I was prepared for. People had told me for years that it was the home of polo, that the level was different, that the sheer volume of the sport there was unmatched anywhere in the world. But experiencing it in person was not only a phenomenal experience, it was eye-opening. From the moment I arrived, I could tell polo wasn't just another sport; it was a passion, an all-consuming dedication not only to the sport, but

Sotogrande was the first stop in my polo calendar for my gap year, and it set the bar high for the rest of my future travels. Sotogrande...

The Newport International Polo Tour was a special experience. Never before had I played polo in front of such a large crowd. On this...