2012 London Olympics. Day Five
Wednesday 01st August 2012
Evening
people.
I cannot seem to generate enough time or pain relief to catch up with this. As I type it’s almost midnight on Friday.
My body continued to expel fluids from every hole in my body and I was to encounter so much pain later on in the day that had to start wearing my glasses to simply focus. There were times in the day I couldn't even open my eyes the daylight hurt so much. But this is the Olympics. I've put seven years of my life into this. Death and only death is going to keep me away.
As for day five. It all started with an alarm clock call of 5am. A leave of 7am and an arrival at Paddington of 8am. JUST WHERE IS THIS CHAOS? I demand a re-count. Our train wasn't until 09.15. Today we were off to Cardiff which is the capital of West England. We got on the train and the next thing I remember is waking up in West England.
The first thing we saw on leaving the station was "London 2012" EVERYWHERE! It must really piss the Taffs off... Ha Ha Ha... To be honest, as the two days progressed it became obvious that Cardiff really had fully embraced the London 2012 Olympics and good on them for doing so.
We dumped our stuff in the lockers at tourist info and did some shopping. The weather couldn't decide what to do. Eventually after another raid on the bank we checked into our hotel and what a hotel, "Park Inn by Radisson" OUCH! What is it that makes a good hotel a great hotel? The number of stars? Location? Price? NO! It’s the staff that work there. Anyone going the Cardiff really should look at staying in the Park Inn. Top hotel and top staff.
While exploring the city, we revisited "Caroline Street" where I crashed my truck on my last visit to Cardiff. It’s all been redeveloped and you couldn't possibly get a truck into that street now. It’s nice to know to I had some effect on the city. To continue a running theme, "nice shirt" is something I'm getting used to hearing.
As for the game and the stadium, I hadn't been there since Walsall beat Reading in the play-off final. The stadium rocked. The staff sucked. They put us in the wrong seats. They were good seats, but there were still the wrong seats. It wasn't just Anna and myself that were put in the wrong seats, there were loads of us and I mean loads of us... As for the games...? Oh God... Just how boring... I genuinely feel asleep. We were actually sat with a few hundred Swiss fans, shame really, Mexico 1 Switzerland 0. After the game some of the Swiss players came up and sat with their fans and basically hung out with them. This is what separates the Olympics from other sports.
How expensive? See photo. Make sure you are sitting down.
GB 1 Uruquay 0. Why did we bother? Bloody rubbish. That’s it. I'm not wasting any more time on them. "New name same shit, new name same shit..." On a positive, Suarez got so much stick.
After the game we tried to find Pizza Hut, which we did, but it was closed, piss poor service from their suppliers... Go hand your heads in shame...
Eventually we ended up back in Caroline street and "Marmaris Kebabs" and you really should check this place and their staff out. STUNNING! The guy that works there does three to four to five orders at the same time, it’s like watching someone spin plates in a magic show. We took our pizza and went back to our hotel for lots of pizza and hopefully some sleep.
I would have cried myself to sleep, but I had no more fluid left inside of me...
Noggin xx
I cannot seem to generate enough time or pain relief to catch up with this. As I type it’s almost midnight on Friday.
My body continued to expel fluids from every hole in my body and I was to encounter so much pain later on in the day that had to start wearing my glasses to simply focus. There were times in the day I couldn't even open my eyes the daylight hurt so much. But this is the Olympics. I've put seven years of my life into this. Death and only death is going to keep me away.
As for day five. It all started with an alarm clock call of 5am. A leave of 7am and an arrival at Paddington of 8am. JUST WHERE IS THIS CHAOS? I demand a re-count. Our train wasn't until 09.15. Today we were off to Cardiff which is the capital of West England. We got on the train and the next thing I remember is waking up in West England.
The first thing we saw on leaving the station was "London 2012" EVERYWHERE! It must really piss the Taffs off... Ha Ha Ha... To be honest, as the two days progressed it became obvious that Cardiff really had fully embraced the London 2012 Olympics and good on them for doing so.
We dumped our stuff in the lockers at tourist info and did some shopping. The weather couldn't decide what to do. Eventually after another raid on the bank we checked into our hotel and what a hotel, "Park Inn by Radisson" OUCH! What is it that makes a good hotel a great hotel? The number of stars? Location? Price? NO! It’s the staff that work there. Anyone going the Cardiff really should look at staying in the Park Inn. Top hotel and top staff.
While exploring the city, we revisited "Caroline Street" where I crashed my truck on my last visit to Cardiff. It’s all been redeveloped and you couldn't possibly get a truck into that street now. It’s nice to know to I had some effect on the city. To continue a running theme, "nice shirt" is something I'm getting used to hearing.
As for the game and the stadium, I hadn't been there since Walsall beat Reading in the play-off final. The stadium rocked. The staff sucked. They put us in the wrong seats. They were good seats, but there were still the wrong seats. It wasn't just Anna and myself that were put in the wrong seats, there were loads of us and I mean loads of us... As for the games...? Oh God... Just how boring... I genuinely feel asleep. We were actually sat with a few hundred Swiss fans, shame really, Mexico 1 Switzerland 0. After the game some of the Swiss players came up and sat with their fans and basically hung out with them. This is what separates the Olympics from other sports.
How expensive? See photo. Make sure you are sitting down.
GB 1 Uruquay 0. Why did we bother? Bloody rubbish. That’s it. I'm not wasting any more time on them. "New name same shit, new name same shit..." On a positive, Suarez got so much stick.
After the game we tried to find Pizza Hut, which we did, but it was closed, piss poor service from their suppliers... Go hand your heads in shame...
Eventually we ended up back in Caroline street and "Marmaris Kebabs" and you really should check this place and their staff out. STUNNING! The guy that works there does three to four to five orders at the same time, it’s like watching someone spin plates in a magic show. We took our pizza and went back to our hotel for lots of pizza and hopefully some sleep.
I would have cried myself to sleep, but I had no more fluid left inside of me...
Noggin xx
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