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This morning, or “the morning after” as I like to call it, the Olympic Torch arrived in Australia. More specifically, it arrived in Canberra, not too far from the house. The plan was to go to the gym, then head to Commonwealth Park to participate in the festivities.
All went well! We found a parking space that was only available due to its being nowhere near the actual venue, walked the rest of the way, and stood in a crowd holding what appeared to be a sea of Chinese flags.
Yes, there were protests. Yes, people got arrested, but no, nothing bad happened at this event.
We witnessed the final torch bearer’s entry to the stage area, triumphantly holding the torch aloft, then setting the big podium bowl thingy a-blaze. He then walked to the podium to be interviewed at which time the flaming bowl promptly went un-a-blaze. Extinguished. No smoke, no fire. Big bowl of nothing.
They got the fire re-lit and continued on like nothing happened. They sang the national anthems of both Australia and China, then we left for lunch.
Here we go, again...
First, we couldn’t find the restaurant that a friend told us to try. She gave us directions. She said, “It’s on the corner of Northbourne Avenue and Markus Clarke Street, kitty-corner from the McDonald’s.” I wrote it down. This morning, I tell Ken the GPS to take us there, and he (Ken, the GPS) just gave us the finger. Apparently, Northbourne Ave doesn’t intersect with Marcus Clarke St.
Okay, well Northbourne isn’t far, so we’ll just drive down that and look for a McDonald’s. Well, that didn’t work so well. First, no McDonald’s, second, half of China is wandering the streets of Canberra. So, with absolutely no joy, we decided to head to the Embassy to pick up our mail.
After that, I decided to try one more time. If it’s not on Northbourne Ave, I’ll try Marcus Clarke St. We drove back into the frey, found Marcus Clarke St, drove the entire length of it, and found....Nothing. No restaurant, no McDonald’s. So we decided to head to the fruit markets for next week’s stash.
Driving out of Marcus Clarke St, onto Barry St, approaching Northbourne Ave, Kimberly spots the restaurant, with a triumphant “There it is!” I look. It is indeed, right there. On Barry St. In the middle of the block. I look for a McDonald’s. Nothing. Finally, I see a McDonald’s about a block later. Anyway, I drive all over the place to get back to Barry St, which is divided with me currently on the wrong side. We finally make our way back, but for Pete’s sake, there isn’t an empty parking space among all 6 available on the city block.
Forget it! We are going to buy fruit! -And away we went.
While driving to Fyshwick, we passed Kingstown, the home of the Kingstown Pub. One of my favourites! We decided to go ahead a get lunch there, and then do fruit afterwards.
Here’s where the story gets cool. Once we walked into the pub and wandered up to place our order, an older gentleman asked us if we wanted to hold the Olympic Torch.
“Huh?!?!?”
Sure enough, this guy had a replica Olympic Torch. It was neat, and it looked pretty real, so I asked, “Where did you get this?” He replied, “They let me keep it after my leg of the relay.”
“Huh?!?!”
It was the real thing! The guy’s name is Ray Smee. He was leg number 54 in today’s Olympic Relay. He was a two-time Olympian, playing Water Polo for Australia in 1954. I’m not sure if he was also in 1950 or 1958.
He allowed all of us to hold the torch and take pictures. I ended up talking to him for about 20 minutes before turning to my food and leaving him to eat his. It was a tremendous honour to meet him.
We all took a turn at holding the torch.