The Olympics finally arrived and everyone seemed to catch the bug... well almost. I can't say that I have the bug. I tried really hard. I watched part of the opening ceremony. What on earth was that whole thing with Saskatchewan about? I loved Ashley McIsacc and the rap poetry was also great.(can't remember his name) It still didn't get me going much, but I had heard that they had some
great weird art work on Granville street and I wanted to take some pictures of the flame just to say that I had actually seen it even though I actually walk past it on the way to my office. So Fred and I climbed on the sky train and went down to where all the hoopla was happening. I got a picture of the flame without standing in the at least hour long line that the tourists were in ... what on earth for people? As you can see it is a fire coming out of metal pipes. Not
From there we fought our way through crowds to go about one block to see the Kla-howya aboriginal welcome village in the lobby of the Pan Pacific Hotel. It would turn out to be one of the few places that was not lined up.
From there we made our way through the crowds to Granville street where I had hoped to see the Royal Canadian Mint that I had heard was very good. It was supposed to have a huge gold bar that was chained to the floor that they were letting people pick up. However, the line up there was at least two hours.
The street art was very strange. I love art and consider a lot of things art, but some of these escaped me. Like this one that looked like a large piece of aluminum foil scrunched up. It was entitled Artificial Rock - Huh!
We carried on wandering with the crowds and taking in the excitement of the people. What interested me the most were some of the locals that dragged themselves out for this event. If there were no flakes on Whistler it was only because they were all in the city trying to cash in on the tourists. Like these guys -