An Accreditation to gloat about

Back when i got into this whole project i understood that i had been given quite a special role ( only 2500 of us out of the 70000 volunteers work directly with the athletes) and that my accreditation was quite powerful. 

This is the post where i gloat and show off. Be prepared and indulgent.

The power of the accreditation is mostly in the "ALL". This means i could go to ALL Olympic Venues with the same access rights as a spectator. No behind the scenes, warm up zones or press centers, but hey i was living with ALL the athletes in the Village, so i got plenty of behind the scenes and my day job is about working with press, so i'm not fussed.

Now, officially, we could go only to venues while we were on shift and if our delegation needed us there...but there are no specific checks on this.

 

So i was the first of my team to discover the loophole and i must say the first time i went to the Basketball Arena, i wasn t very confident, but once that worked like a dream, there was no holding me back. To alleviate my sense of guilt though, i made a point of talking to a volunteer at the site explaining honestly why i was there for free and helping out as i could on the site, mostly with spectator management. and to be fair that was really nice, because i got a sense of what the Olympics meant for spectators and other groups of volunteers and not just Athletes and team officials. Not trying to justify myself here though, ( well maybe a bit!!), but saying i tried to make the free perk into something of value to LOCOG (ok, stopping here, completely justifying myself!!)

Thus i saw (...helped at :-)) :

- 5 nights at the Olympic Stadium including Super Saturday and its magic hour for Britain ( Ennis, Rutherford and Mo Farah), the 100m evening and the 200m evening...and of course the sessions where Haiti athletes were involved.( Men :Triple Jump, 110 hurdles, 800m, Women : 200m and 400m) 

- 1 evening at the Basketball Arena - Czech Republic against Croatia for women in the the early round...surprisingly fun to watch.

- 1 afternoon at Excel to meet up with Pauline and Meumeu for Women's boxing ( first time at the Olympics), something i would never have paid money for but came out feeling really positive about as i was lucky enough to be sat next to 2 British girls who loved boxing and explained to me what is so cool about it...also was the semi finals day where Katie Flanagan boxed and so half of Ireland was there singing and being incredibly lovely and loud.

- 1 afternoon at the Aquatics center...truly a beautiful building, watching synchronised swimming. Why aren't men allowed to compete in this?? that would be true gender equality, and i m sure the profile of the sport would go up and more people would realise how incredibly physically demanding it is.

- 2 afternoons at the North Greenwich Arena ( the O2 for those who know London) watching gymnastics and trampoline...whoop whooop

Quite cool, right???


They clamped down at the end of the Games, as they realised people were doing this more and more and all 3 of my team-mates were turned out of a venue...not me! 

So yes, i experienced the Olympics inside and out.

Pins and Things

It was the first Olympics for myself and about 60000 other volunteers but for many people including athletes, coaches and dignitaries, this is "just" one other. 

And as with many traditions, all sorts of rituals and habits grow into and around the main show. 

Hence the "Pins Exchange".

This is how it works: every delegation brings with them a series of ordinary pins that represent their country and the Olympics and each athlete and member of delegation ( and volunteers if you are lucky) get a handful of them to do as they please. The pins rapidly evolve into some sort of currency as athletes start exchanging them with team-mates from other countries and wear them on their accreditation. Delegations also start giving them out to people who have done them a service ( giving directions, helping them in some small way) and before you know it, you see individuals walking around the village with gleaming lanyards full of pins. Competition then comes in and some pins are considered more valuable or sought after than others ( Jamaica, USA being unsurprisingly one of the favourites). Soon everyone looks at your lanyard before checking out your name on the pass and finally looking at your face. "Do you have any pins to exchange?" becomes a favoured icebreaker.

The frenzy evolves to the point where outside the village you will have a real street market for pins, where visitors who have been to previous Olympics will bring in their collection and start trading. I met this American who was a volunteer at the 1984 games and has been going to each Games since, hooked by the virus, "there is simply nothing quite like the Olympics". At every Game he brings pins to trade and collect the ones he wants from the current event. This way he met Queen Sofia of Spain, numerous famous athletes and other personalities.

So the question is : " But what do you do with them?"...well, nothing really, it s mostly a bit of memorabilia. 

I must admit i wasn't very good at this game, not really seeing the point but in the last couple of days, i got a handful of Haiti pins off our tight-fisted chef de mission and started to be on the lookout, not really knowing what countries i wanted, so i've ended up with a motley selection....Haiti being quite rare ( partly due the drip supply managed by the Chef de Mission), we could easily exchange one of them for 2 others...you see how this becomes addictive. 

It's actually quite a nice little tradition as the pin is worth exactly how much each individual values it and i will keep mine for a while but knowing myself, i ll probably get bored of them soon. Maybe ebay???

A highlight to be cherished - Omi

So it s all over now!!

I'm sitting in a coffee shop on Monday 13th August, the day after the closing ceremony, which was fantastic and on the same scale as the Opening Ceremony. I could have tried to sneak in but i was rather sceptical and so watched it on TV and i had to turn it off after the flame went. What a powerful symbol, especially for a girl who loves her fantasy novels.

i want to write up on one of the most powerful things that happened to me during the Games. 

The night Usain Bolt won the 100 meters, i was lucky enough to be at the stadium, helping out the other purple people there to usher and welcome spectators, trying to be useful, since i had no true justification in being there but my pass allowed it. It was an amazing night at the stadium, topped only by the Super Saturday, in terms of atmosphere and nerve wrecking athletics. I came out of there with the rest of the 80000 spectactors with the familiar grin on my face and a lightness to my step, utterly exhausted emotionally.

I stepped into the Jubilee line and was lucky enough to find a seat across from a grandmother, mother and daughter. They asked me in a strong South African English accent if i was working for the Olympics. I answered yes, naturally and explained that we were all volunteers and that i was at the stadium that evening. They said they were too, and i naturally fell into the "Wasn't Bolt amazing?". And then came the nicest reply ever : "yes, but we were here for Oskie". ...Oscar Pistorius, the first disabled athlete to compete in both the Olympics and Paralympics and whose feat at the 400m was eclipsed that evening by the bolting star of the 100m. It turned out that the lady was Oscar's Aunt and the 89 year white haired smiling and full of light elderly woman was his grandmother. They had come especially from South Africa to see the Olympics and had been so far really impressed by British hospitality. I felt truly humbled and honored to meet this family and felt the tears come up and well over. Just thinking of it now makes me sniffle.( told you it was an emotional evening). Omi, the grandma and Dawn the daughter saw it of course and were touched by it and they had tears come up too. It sounds trite and little ridiculous but it was really one of those moments when you feel a surge of love and weird bonding to strangers. Omi came over to sit next to me and proceeded to explain she was going to write to the Queen to say thanks..all this in broken English, as her first language is Afrikaans but, hey, it was perfect. Having 7 children of her own, she brought up her grandson Oscar when his mother passed away when he was 14, so this little old lady, who holds your hand when she speaks and looks at you with warm and strong eyes although she trembles, was instrumental in bringing that athlete to life. 

It gets better. 

Not for me, but for them and the Olympic Spirit.

I left them that evening at Waterloo, where they alighted too, but were moving slower than me, and i just couldn't face any more of this crying as i felt a little overwhelmed and self conscious.

The next evening, in the train this time, i happen upon them again! One of life's great coincidences. They had had an amazing day and evening again ( even though Oscar didn't get through to the finals, who cares, he's opened up a world of possibilities and forced people to rethink what being an athlete really is...answer still pending) and proceeded to tell me what had happened to them the evening before when i left them.

At Waterloo they realised that the next train to Walton on Thames that night was 1h30 later because it was late and few trains were running, so they sat down to wait. A lady from the station, Anna O'Connor, came up to them after a while and asked them where they were going. She then proceeded to go and speak to one of the train drivers who was leaving in the next 10 minutes and promptly came back to them saying that the train was going to make an extra non planned stop on its journey to let them off at Walton on Thames so they didn t have to wait in the station....which is exactly what happened. How amazing is that? All this without knowing who Omi and Dawn and her daughter were. 

British Hospitality, amazing individual or Olympic Spirit, i'm not quite sure, but Omi is writing to the Queen to thank her for her amazing stay in London and the people in this city. 


Keeping that memory close to my heart. 

What makes my day so good

Thought i could list ( or try ) everything that makes me feel good about my day at London 2012.

- The uniform : yes it's not flattering but it's is so easily recognisable. I have never spoken to so many random strangers on the tube, in the street or in the Village in my entire life. Of course they expect me to know things like the maximum age of a baby before parents need to purchase an extra seat, or what time the US vs Croatia Basketball match is at, and well, i don t' know but google does :), and it normally leads on to some really interesting conversations.

- My fellow Gamesmakers : my immediate team ( Pierre, Nathalie, and Harry) because they are good and interesting people and in 10 days we've created a stronger team spirit than anything i've ever experienced at work. We have different strengths and weaknesses but there is a transparency and honesty and willingness to do the best we can that is really really boosting. Our "bosses" Barbara and Daniel are also truly supportive and helpful. And then all the other "Blue berries" ( our uniform is bluberryblue) that i meet in the street, tube and village. The uniform unites and everybody's experiences and roles are insightful and you get a sense of how this whole machine of working.

- Athletes : they are beautiful ( oooohhhhhh the bodies!!  constant drooling alert, can t help staring helplessly) and for those i m getting to know a little, genuinely nice people with the same sense of humor and concerns that we all have and the " can do" approach to life. they're driven but human, not like corporate people. And bright. and nice. and good looking. and good looking. and nice. and really fit.

- London: the city is lapping up the experience like a cat with milk. All the doomsayers have been proven wrong (i personally love this, i hate people who always see the half empty side of things, really really get on my nerves, no patience whatsoever). No major transport issues, lovely weather, even more pub and club activity, even more diversity and exchanges, even more London. I really really like this city.

- The Olympic spirit : why can t we always be this good as human beings? Why does something this beautiful only happen every 2 years for 2 weeks? Why don t we learn and stretch it out to cover all our lives?

Halfway through it!

I'm sitting in the NOC services center in the Village at the end of a typical day at London 2012.

Typical, as per usual, i knew how my day would start but not how it would end. For instance, at 7pm i was supposed to pick up our allocation of athletes tickets for tomorrow and only received half of our allocation, along with a nice little letter stating there had been a problem with the ticket distribution and we will get an update in 3 hours...yeah that is 22h. So well i'll just hang out and blog as the atheltes need these tonight and not tomorrw as they set out for their day.


I'm still amazed at the sheer logistical challenge this whole operation is, the number of processes and people involved to get anything done is truly mindblowing and the volume of information is unreal.In Haiti's case we re constantly trying to find ways around the system as they are so atypical in their way of working, i feel like all our sentences start with " we know there is a process, but here is why it won't work for us".

The good side is that there are so many people,there is bound to be someone who has a solution and 99% of the people in the village are friendly, open, and flexible (thank goodness)...but then there are some "casting errors" or overharassed people/athletes/officials who just can't be bothered. And they have unfortunately a tendency to kill the buzz

Barring that minority, i still believe that if aliens were to invade Earth or were studying us out of curiosity, they should point their spectacles at this little microcosm in East London : the most beautiful people and values truly come together here. It's about as good as we get, for humans. But inherently because we' re human, there are flaws. I know this may sound trite, but this whole experience truly validates my dream of being part of the Olympics. It's all about the spirit of it.

Enough heartfelt mushiness.

Borough Market

While Zab is taking care of athletes, some of her friends discover London and the Olympic Games atmosphere in a complete different way.

Hello, my name is Pauline and I am a Samsung Global Blogger. Basically, I won a bloggers competition and now am a "blogger / reporter" for Samsung for 10 days during the Olympic Games.

I get to go to lots of different places and olympic events, which is absolutely amazing, and try to capture the atmostphere in London during the Games time.
Thank you Zab for giving my the opportunity to share my discoveries on your blog!

Today, we went to Borough Market, one of the main Food London markets.

An evening like any other

Top all my experience with free access to all competitions.

Some basketball on the menu tonight