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Sometimes the road less taken is less taken for a reason! Hastings Caves State Reserve, the Huon Valley. May 2012.

Sunday Top Five and even though the sun is out and the day is pleasant, I continue to struggle through with this flu. That said, I have managed to do three loads of washing, hang it out and make a litre of dark chocolate mousse, so life could be worse.

I hear that the Olympics are on. I hate the Olympics. Well, maybe that's unfair. I find them boring. Even that's a stretch. So today's Top Five Eight: My Memories Of Olympics Held During My Lifetime!

  • I can't recall a single thing about Beijing (Ezra was born around the time of the Opening Ceremony). Sorry China.

  • I know that it was in Athens the time before, but other than some odd shenanigans involving two Greeks on a motorbike, I didn't see anything else.

  • Sydney was rammed down out throats here in Australia, but for me the memorable aspect was the Roy and HG show, and that consisted of taking the piss.

  • Atlanta was in my first year of Uni, so I was too busy for it. I do recall that poor fat bloke that they said blew those people up (even though he didn't). People didn't seem to like it. Too much Coca Cola or some such.

  • Which leads to Barcelona, the only Olympics I recall spending any time watching. I had the video set up to to capture the things that I wanted to see. Alas, the former Soviet republics couldn't beat the Americans in the basketball so the whole things was a bit of a bummer. I did like that bit with the flaming arrow though.

  • Before that was Seoul, when I seemed to be at school during any events worth watching. I only really recall the 100 metres men's final and Michael Gross losing the 200-metre freestyle. I was relieved to see (most of) the Soviet bloc back, because I always barracked for them against the imperialist Yankee scourge. Yeah, I've always backed winners. Other than that, Spike Cheney seemed to have been dudded in the boxing, but really, "boxer dudded by the judges" could be from anywhere, anytime...

  • Los Angeles? No Soviets or East Germans left it as a cakewalk for the US, and they seemed to react in the manner that has made them so popular in the eyes of much of the world. It probably set the tone for my relationship with the concept of 'America' (as distinct from 'Americans'). There really is only so many times that you can take "U.S.A.! U.S.A.! U.S.A.! before you get the urge to protest against the invasion of Granada. Sorry America, you didn't distinguish yourself here...

  • Which leaves... Moscow! Despite my tender years, I do vaguely recall four bald Australian men winning the 4×100 men's medley relay in the pool. Then again, that memory might be a reconstruction from repetition since!

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Roddy said…
It almost looks like the wooden rails of the rack and pinion railway.
6 August 2012 at 13:41
Kris McCracken said…
It tricked me too.
12 August 2012 at 12:26
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