Showing posts with label Olympics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Olympics. Show all posts

Thursday, 2 August 2012

Olympic gold

After months of gloomy predictions (security shambles, traffic nightmare, public transport will never cope, blah blah) and no shortage of whingeing, it seems London is pulling off the Games rather well ...

(and even managing occasional bursts of sunshine: golden meadow flowers in the Olympic Park)

Travelling across London from the west to the Olympic Park in the east yesterday, we needn't have heeded dire warnings about allowing extra hours for the journey: trains and underground were running on time and apparently coping quite efficiently. 


Crowds arriving at the shiny and bright new Stratford station in East London were being smoothly eased, coaxed and channelled in all the right directions by plentiful volunteers - some seemingly employed to keep discipline and order by bellowing firm instructions, others simply there to provide jollity and humour - leading sing-alongs, shouting messages of good cheer and cracking jokes - along the short route to the Olympic Park.


The pic below gives an idea of the multitudes in the park, yet amazingly not once did we have to stand and wait in a queue, not at the security checkpoints, not for entry to events, for coffee, nor even for the ladies' loos (this last an all-time first experience for me at a public event, let alone one on this scale). If only London were always this well organised ...

Dominated by Anish Kapoor's bold, twisty Orbit, a sculpture cum observation tower, the park is a former industrial area that has been transformed into a vast but people-friendly venue with plenty of space for river walks and flower walks ...

The most striking feature is the mass of greenery and flowers - the result of planting an extraordinary 4,000 trees, 300,000 wetland plants, 150,000 perennials and 60,000 bulbs. The dominant colours are yellow and gold, symbolising Olympic gold, timed to be flowering at their peak by the opening on July 27. There are huge colourful fields of indigenous English meadow flowers, but also large areas of South African and Asian plantings (for more information and much better pictures than mine see here and here). 


National spirit was everywhere ...


... younger daughter and her friends contributing with a mixed bag of allegiances to teams GB, South Africa, Zimbabwe, France and Sweden!

We were headed for the Aquatic Centre, Iraqi-British architect Dame Zaha Hadid's design, based on the curve of a swimmer's back ...


... excited to be in the place we'd watched some dramatic moments of the men's swimming events the day before on telly ...


... but we were there to watch the men's synchronised diving finals, the panel of judges and film crews getting ready

for the world's best divers to show off their perfectly timed pikes, tucks and twists

And just 45 minutes later, four years of single-minded training was over, with luck and chance also playing a part in the final rankings (China, Russia, USA, with a great performance from Mexico who came achingly close to a medal). 

A fantastic day. Well done, London!

Friday, 27 July 2012

The Olympic torch

It's travelled all around Britain for the last 70 days, in a relay involving 8000 torch-bearers, each one chosen for their inspirational contribution in some sphere of society. 
People have travelled for hours, camped and queued patiently for a glimpse of it. People other than me, that is. Yesterday as the torch arrived in London for its final leg before being deposited at the Olympic stadium, Younger Daughter and I literally drove right into its path quite by accident. 
Dropping her off to meet friends for a movie, we turned into a road lined with people waiting patiently, flags and cameras ready, and were brought to a halt  in the middle of the road here, in front of the BBC television studios ...


The torch was two minutes away, they said. Some people were being inventive in finding vantage points for a good view ...


This friendly bobby (below) laughed and shook his head at me through the car window, "You've chosen the worst possible time to come along this road!" Actually, I thought, for an idiot who hadn't thought to check the news or traffic reports, my timing was pretty perfect.


On cue, the advance escort came along, driving slowly ...


followed by the torch-bearer at a jog ...


I could have reached out to touch the torch, only this bloke had a don't-mess-with-me look on his face ...


and seconds later it was gone, smaller than I'd imagined, but a sleek, shiny , pretty thing nonetheless


And see how the sun was shining for a change! They say that this summer in Britain has been like the Olympic torch - it's visited each town in the country for about half an hour. (I hear the torch has been extinguished more often than one likes to admit during the ongoing downpours of the last couple of months).

How has Britain felt about hosting the games? This article in the New York Times made me laugh in recognition - an American view of the way Londoners are using the Olympics to indulge in "practising some of their own favourite sports: complaining, expecting the worst and cursing the authorities". Too true, though the atmosphere in these crowds yesterday told a more upbeat story.

I know I'm going to be glued to the telly tonight for what should be a spectacular opening ceremony. Happy games watching.

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