Aflight, then officials and helpers everywhere as they came through the airport. Signs, voices shouting, smiling; everywhere the colourful uniforms of the volunteers. “Come here; stand there; do this; just wait a minute please.”
On the coach next, looking and pointing along with being looked at and pointed at. Athletes, different accents, Portuguese words, smiling, gesticulating, waving, shouting again, smiling again.
Queuing for accreditation for the village, queue for this, queue for that; meal tickets, passes. And then they were through, into the village. Small blocks of fl ats in the residential section, not unlike a new, modern housing estate in a British commuter town. The British team together side by side with the Venezuelans, Mexicans, Swiss; the Northern and Southern hemispheres mixed in the world’s melting pot that is…