|Gratuitous beef shot|
Having watched around 128 hours of coverage, I can safely say that despite all the politics and such leading up to the Games, Russia seem to have pulled it all off rather well. Yes, there were complaints near the start about the hotels and some of the courses for the different mountain events, but by the end everyone seemed to be singing Sochi's praises and were really happy to be there and competing. The only person who looked like he didn't enjoy it at all was Vladimir Putin. But then he was probably panicking about the heavens opening and rain of biblical proportions washing all the snow away, due to the sudden influx of gays into the country.
Working nights has also given me the chance to chat to more people, which has been lovely too. That old team spirit really kicks in around 3am in the morning when you and everyone around you are inexplicably awake and subtitling the curling. I mean, come on - curling?! What kind of ridiculous sport is that?! I would rather be beaten about the head with those silly brooms than be subjected to another game. Still, I suppose the players have wonderfully sparkly floors at home. The office also kept us fed on a steady stream of biscuits, crisps and sweeties (or LOLLIES as they say over here. Get me, learning the lingo and everything. They sent me to the garage at 11pm at night for a bag of LOLLIES, cos, you know, I'm that fluent now), so a bit of sugar mania also set in at some point. Probably when I started shrieking at the TV and getting overly emotional when anyone won anything. Cos, you know, DREAMZ, being all FULFILLED and stuff.
|Coogee sunrise. Not a bad view to come home to!|
|The lovely Ken the Barbie. Geddit?!?!|
|The magic that Ken creates. It's MEDICINAL, I say.|
|Happy tums - thanks to Kym, the BBQ genius!|
|Barbie Brekkie - see me squinting at the strange ball of fire in the sky...|