impressed...
I forgot how it was. But being here, and feeling a bit nervous about how the official opening would proceed, and seeing all those men and women it really gets to you. This time, we were to march into the stadium as one but last. The hosting country is the last one. The Dutch delegation consistst about 500 people. All wearing something orange...
Some with inflatable crowns, others with drapes and flags and make up. And the best part is, singing and yelling. We cheered every nation that passed by, Mind you this is even before entering the stadium, but during line up. I never shook so many hands. 109 coutries entered the stadium.
Procedures take a lot of time. Two hours in advance we had to be there, Having to endure a rainshower, getting soaking wet but frivoulish with anticipation time flew by. And then the final moment. It took for ever to get into the bowels of the stadium, underneath the visitors seats, and moving slowy up th isle But than all of a sudden, you have to rush, and run and your in...
30.000 spectators cheered, roared, clapped their hand and stamped their feet. Waving and wistheling. Unbelievable, unforgatable, shivers down my spine.
Helas, i didn't take any photo's. Battery failure. shit. But we stayed in the innercirckel enjoying the show:
Saw K.D. lang perform. it was great. But then going back with the metro...
It was on ordeal. Packed like beans in a can, we were. I was lucky enough to get out before the great wave of people was turning up. I was in the first section to leave. Great atmposhere in the trains too. Not a bad thing happened, Dieu mecri.
But being on my feet for more than 8 hrs was a have tole to pay. I was truly broken, and was in bed at 11.30 sleeping till sunday 8.0 oclock, and had to rush for my first rehearsal. Tell you more later..
posted by Paul @ 9:58 AM
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