There is a red shuttle bus in the athlete's village in Whistler. In the last few days, its driver says people have begun acting "strange." Not strange as in odd. Strange as in hammered.
WHISTLER, B.C. -- There is a red shuttle bus in the athlete's village in Whistler, and the bus goes round and round.
Picking up visitors, guests and athletes at one security entrance and dropping them off at another. The bus driver, a local woman of Dutch descent, has been working the same loop for several weeks. In the last few days, she says, people have begun acting "strange," and especially strange late at night. Not strange as in odd. Strange as in hammered.
"It's been like driving the drunk tank," the driver says, with a laugh.
Athletes train a lifetime to get to the Olympics. They eat properly, workout like fiends and lead a monkish existence while many other people their age, or close to it, are out doing keg stands at frat parties. Naturally, once their event is over, it is time for the Olympians to rock out.
"They are so disciplined," the driver says. "They are just blowing off steam. They deserve it."
One of the more curious things the driver has seen in recent days was a gaggle of well-toasted New Zealanders hopping around her bus, making like a bunch of kangaroos.
"They were making fun of Australians," she says. "They were having a good time."