It was a memorable Friday evening, one I’ll never forget. I absolutely love sporting environments. I feel rather fortunate to happen to be living & working in London when this great city hosts the mother of all sporting events, the Olympics.
On the way to the pub in Farringdon around 7pm, we watched in awe as a policeman stopped traffic at a crossroad. Seconds later, about 10 policemen guided 4 buses full of athletes from Argentina through the traffic. I guess they were trying to get to the stadium in time for the opening ceremony! We waved at them in excitement, and they waved back at us with big smiles on their faces. Goosebumps!
We booked out a rather large table for over 20 of us, and had a nice big screen in front of us.
I wish I could list down every moment during the ceremony my heart skipped a beat, and the hair on my arms stood up, but here’s a short summary:
Danny Boyle’s direction. The volunteers. Queen Elizabeth – I think the pub cheered the loudest during the entire event as soon as she turned around to Daniel Craig. When God Save the Queen was sung – the entire pub stood up and sang at the top of their lungs. Singing at the top of our lungs during the pop culture scene. Mr Bean!!!! I watched this guy a ton during my childhood in Malaysia. A colleague and I were outside taking in some fresh air, and we literally ran in as soon as we saw his face on TV. Mary Poppins – awww. GOSH – the children.
Let me spend a moment on the parade of 204 nations. I was with a group of people from all over the world, Mauritius, Norway, Canada, USA, Ireland. We nudged each other in excitement as our countries came out, cheered crazily for each other. Malaysia came out, I’d never felt prouder in my life, oh it was such a warm and fuzzy hours. We watched in anticipation for Mariah, a colleague of ours who was scheduled to walk out holding the Jamaica sign NEXT TO Usain Bolt. When she came we went all crazy and shouted at the cameraman whenever he zoomed in on Usain Bolt. Oh well, can’t blame him.
It’s Saturday afternoon right now, and I’m off for a run around Hyde Park, just in time to watch the men’s 250km cycling race come to a finish.