High-fives as the Olympics Torch passes by

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I am now properly caught up in the pre-Olympic excitement in London as the growing dread of public transport chaos takes the backseat for a bit. Yesterday I found myself rushing back from work early to catch the Olympic Torch as it winded its way up hilly Wimbledon towards the Lawn Tennis Club.

I managed to find a nice spot by the road about half a mile from the club just 15 minutes before the torch arrived. The ladies next to me (3 kids and 1 chihuahua in tow) seemed pretty excited and we even chatted a bit, momentarily forgetting we were supposed to be aloof Londoners.  The whizzing police on motorbikes caused a lot of cheering and shouting. Events unfolded thus:

The yellow bus came first.

 


Then the white one.

 


Then the Samsung bus

 

Then the Coke bus



 [ Yes, the sponsors are everywhere. Subtle they are not! Must admit that their peppy music and young dancers did add to the carnival-like atmosphere.]

One more bus- this looked liked other Olympic torch bearers or support staff.

 

A lady with the flag

 


And finally the torch itself!

 

Before I could click another pic it was already gone...

 

Hope it turns out to be a great show!

Comments

  1. Neha WritesJuly 24, 2012 at 10:57 AM

    "Momentarily forgetting we were supposed to be aloof Londoners" = Priceless! It says it all :)

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