I wandered around downtown Vancouver today going from pavillion to pavillion like the rest of the Olympic tourists. One couple I spoke to had waited in line for FOUR AND A HALF HOURS to get ride the zipline in Robson Square. Was it worth it, I asked? "Best 30 seconds of my life," she replied. I suppose if you're dividing your life into 30 second chunks, there are not too many standouts that would compare to dangling above a crowd of a few thousand people.
Standing in line is a big part of this Olympic Experience. At the Canadian Pavillion, people waited for ages to get through security. Then once inside they got to look at some sports memorabilia. Most headed over to wait in another line - the beer garden. There are plenty of beer gardens to wait in line for.
So I notice an awful lot of people decide not to stand in line, but wander about on streets where cars normally rule. That is a pretty good 30 seconds, let me tell you. It just feels so strange, seeing so many people about. It struck me that Olympic crowds are mostly composed of people who are drawn to the action to see people drawn to the action. We're all thinking everybody else is going to be interesting. Once grouped together, we become mighty interesting. Curious, no?
So what interested me wandering one night amongst the crowds were the hats people wore. Some people have strange headgear - strange enough to be drawn to the action. Polish Cowboy Hats