Our pavilion is not far from Athletes Village, a flag-draped clump of condos just across False Creek. Athletes and officials, easily-identifiable by their sweet and official garb, can be seen in restaurants, pavilions, on the street – everywhere.
I’ve spotted Russians, Czechs, impromptu Russian choirs, but sadly, no one in Norwegian curling pants – yet. Keeping my eyes peeled and hopes up.
Saw and heard this in a nearby Japanese restaurant last night: a Norwegian athlete came in, looked around, then said to the cashier, “I was supposed to meet my friends at a sushi restaurant near the athletes village. Are there any other sushi restaurants around here?"
Not sure, but she may still be looking. Because there are LOTS.
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