Limbo land 2.
The heavens were open and stayed open over ‘Rivne’ all day. I found a lovely old Soviet Union library ran by young lads and old women. With the rain not letting up I maximized on the Internet facilities. I expected a sudden price hike when it came to footing the bill… “No money” – “No […]
The heavens were open and stayed open over 'Rivne' all day. I found a lovely old Soviet Union library ran by young lads and old women. With the rain not letting up I maximized on the Internet facilities. I expected a sudden price hike when it came to footing the bill...
"No money" - "No Money"
I was aghast... a Kazakhstan hangover had tainted my expectations. Again I was a little too overjoyed about this for my liking. I tried to explain for about 30 minutes how happy he had made me. He looked on quite puzzled ...and rightly so.
It was around 5pm and still lashing down, I really did fancy treating myself to a bottle of wine and a feast from the Supermarket to watch the Olympic closing ceremony... so I did.
Maybe it was the Shoddy TV coverage...I just thought for a ceremony it was a damp squib. Almost counteracting the magnificent set of values Boyle celebrated. It dished out a very dry, celebrity based coarse of stale pomp. The Freddie Mercury, Muse and John Lennon bits were good...nothing else stood out for me. How did George Micheal get away with doing 2 songs, rappers parading around in Bentleys... I best stop.
Over all the Olympics viewed from wherever I was standing was witnessed by all as the absolute Triumph that it was. An amazing job from Great Britain. I could not of dreamed for a better Olympics. Just wish I could of seen it...Get the violins out!.
A pic from China.