Yesterday at crack of dawn we headed into town to witness what I can only assume will be a once-in-a-lifetime experience (in my own country): witnessing the Olympic torch parade.
It was pretty exciting, even if it did mean leaving the house at 6.20am. Gah.
|All quiet on the Western Front |
(east, actually, but let's not spoil things).
|The start of the excitement...|
|It's lucky I'm tall...|
|Cue the Chariots of Fire music |
(although, on second thoughts, that would have been far more appropriate when they had the torch on the beach...)
|Please note the enthusiastic flag (streamer?) waving by the smaller members of our party (the blurry purple and blue bit at the bottom of the photo).|
|And she's off (almost).|