Showing posts with label olympics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label olympics. Show all posts

Monday, February 24, 2014

Reflections on the Games

The Sochi, Russia XXII Olympic Winter Games have now concluded. As far as I can tell they were a success overall and here I would like to comment on the different aspects of the Games, from first hand experience.

Security
This was the number one concern heading into these Olympics but one of the least concerning in reality. Yes, it was definitely tight at all entry points, air, train, bus, but it managed this without being obtrusive. Although it did seem that I was being searched, scanned and patted down on a regular basis never did I wait more than ten minutes for this service, usually only two from start to finish. Once inside a secure area such as the Olympic park or train station there were no further checks and no further worries. Everyone I spoke with agreed that they felt secure and that security measures were more than adequate. From the train headed up the mountain one would regularly see security camps along the river's edge and were comforted that there were likely plenty more that were unseen.

Transportation
A breeze really. Clean, reliable, simple, if not overly quick. Buses and trains ran so regularly that at first I thought I was just getting supremely lucky arriving at a stop just in time. Travel times from Adler were about half an hour direct to the park, 1.5-2 hours to the Mountain Cluster and 45 minute to the city of Sochi itself - all of it simple and straightforward. With only a three hour window each day 2-5am where services were lessened it was never a limiting factor. Could turn down the heat on a packed bus though.

Accommodations
This may have been the single biggest actual sticking point. Months prior confusion and fear reigned on the internet as there wasn't a room to be had since all were purportedly tied up by the IOC as their fallback plan. Furthering the trouble was that many of the hotels were still under construction making advanced booking dicey. English searches were quite limiting as well it seems.
This played out in a number of ways. People like me booked well ahead to assure themselves a spot and sometimes, also like me, were stuck in drab, still under construction, uncomfortable places for exorbitant prices - non refundable. Others were forced to shelter on one of many cruise ships in either Sochi or Adler port which was in some ways sheltering, inconvenient and not at all cheap - especially to eat or drink. While many others arrived expecting one thing only to find it unavailable and having to be displaced, sometimes partway through their stay. Although only one aspect of the experience it was a major drag.

Venues
All brand new, all beautiful inside and out. The Bolshoy hockey arena which was lit on the outside with the score and flags of the teams playing inside was particularly impressive. When negotiating for tickets the seat hardly mattered as there really weren't bad seats in the house, unless you were stuck behind the glass in a club zone seat while watching your team lose to Canada in men's hockey.

Layout and Amenities
The Olympic park itself was huge. A very neat idea to have everything together but the length from the security entrance to the arenas, most of a kilometre, was too far to easily move around. Food was reasonably priced inside the park too, although none of it was very good. A tallboy of beer for example cost only 150 rub or <$5 CAD but was inexplicably unavailable in the venues themselves. Saving grace was that, as mentioned, once in the park one could move unhindered, including bringing unopened beer bought in the main park into the matches - because curling is just shuffleboard without beer.
There could definitely have been more activities for between events as it felt that if you weren't at the park you were disconnected from the Olympics and if you were at the park but not at the event you wanted you could still feel that way. I couldn't even watch a number of events I wished to on TV because they were not being broadcast anywhere or would be broadcast for a short period before cutting away for something else, a cultural show for example. Without anything to watch they expected you to line up for hours to get into a corporate house, get a cola, test drive a car, play with a tablet; not interested.

Cultural Houses
To be honest besides maybe some of those spinning Russian dancers the Russian cultural exhibits were a snore. The rest of the countries infuriatingly restricted entry to either passport holders, or worse yet, media and friends. Germany let you in the door then asked if you were invited. USA would let you shop but only if you had an American passport. Canada allowed you to sit on the muskoka chairs out front and use WiFi but even as a Canadian I couldn't approach the door or even buy a mitten. Friends and family applauded this from the inside with their unlimited free food, drink and beer but as a taxpayer it really burned not to have a gathering place.
Swiss house did open their doors quickly becoming the default gathering point in Olympic park for post game celebrations while Austria served a similar function in the mountain.

Atmosphere
The biggest sticking point. Perhaps it was coming from Vancouver, called the biggest party that will never be rivaled by a three times Olympic vet, but bringing those expectations threw me off. That said many others including those who hadn't been in Vancouver also questioned it. There really were no gathering points with an atmosphere. The Olympic sites were all but deserted and the few bars that existed were nearly as empty or didn't bother having a working big screen to cater to the games crowd. We had no 'regular' and I found myself scrambling for a way into Olympic park (entry restricted by sold out day passes) just to be a part of something on my days off.

Case and point, for the men's hockey finals I opted not to blow a week's travel budget on attending a 2 hour hockey game. "I'll find a crew at a bar like in Vancouver" I figured, after everyone I'd met through the week had departed already or were going to the game. After fruitlessly pounding the Adler pavement for two hours game day morning I had met only one Canadian and he was going to the game. Exasperated I took the train to Sochi itself where in another 1.5 hours I saw but 3 more, also attending. I was the only Canadian in Sochi not going to be in Canada house or at the game! Resigned I entered a Sochi live site 20 minutes to puck drop and was relieved to find three Canadians - a family of three including a nine year old, but still Canadians! I was very happy that this worked out really nicely. We watched the small Russian crowd whoop once when they stole a bobsled gold medal and then settled in to watch the game. Multi time Olympic spectators we had plenty to discuss and carried on through the win, moving to a bar for more discussion of our experiences through the closing ceremonies and into the night. The Canadians filtered back to the city and a couple (literally two) joined us for post celebrations, then I found another friend at another bar on a hunch. The bottom line is despite being in Sochi you probably saw more Canadians in the second intermission than I did all day. I'm not complaining - I still had a blast, it just wasn't what I was envisioning when I started the day.

Closing Thoughts
The Olympics are definitely an experience, a unique experience that will be unique each time. I've met some great people here who will be receiving messages from me in 3.5 years time. I look forward to Korea 2018, apparently another new build in a city of 44,000 a couple hours from Seoul. Although that time I hope to bring my own Canadian contingency so regardless of where we are there can always be a great Canadian party.

Saturday, February 22, 2014

Funding the Fun

Dear Canadian Olympic Committee,

As a devoted Canadian sports fan I have traveled to Sochi to encourage our fantastic athletes in their respective disciplines. Thus far my support has brought nothing but success to them and our country as a whole. Since each event I have attended has resulted in a Canadian victory (well, a silver medal in men's ski pipe) surely there is a correlation between my attendance and the outcome. Therefore I'm confident you will agree that it is in Canada's best interest that you provide me with a ticket to the men's gold medal hockey game to be played Sunday February 23, 2014 - behind the bench so they can really hear me.

Sincerely,
Stefan Andrushenko

Results

Men's hockey vs Finland: overtime win
Men's ski halfpipe: Silver Medal
Men's curling vs Sweden semi final: Decisive win
Women's curling gold medal match vs Sweden: Olympic history undefeated gold medal
Women's hockey gold medal game vs USA: Come from behind overtime gold medal
Men's hockey semi final vs USA: 1-O regulation win

Men's hockey Czech Republic 0 vs Switzerland 1: I was cheering Swiss?

Friday, February 21, 2014

Battle of North America

Oh, what a night.

Canada's Game: Women's Edition

On a golden relay those fortunate to have seen Olympic curling history marched en masse to the next arena over in high spirits for a similar performance from their hockey compatriots.

The building was alive as the centuries old rivalry continued, both on the ice and in the stands. Every time a faction would start a cheer the opposing contingent would attempt to drown it out. Flags waved, hands clapped, voices were screamed hoarse. Undisciplined play from the defending Olympic champions put them behind the 8 ball, to mix sport references, but their goaltender kept them in it time and again. The smaller but vocal American fan group had the first celebration and after the second, due to more power play trouble, the sizable Canadians were noticeably quieted. Not silenced, but nervousness had sunk in.  You could see it on the tense faces of those donning red and white during the second intermission, while the red, white, and blue were respectfully hopeful.

The third saw a strong effort from the Canadian squad go unrewarded time and again and I worried that it would begin to get inside their heads, which at 2-0 would mean game over. Short outbursts from the crowd were not nearly as spirited as earlier in the game - it's tough to holler with your stomach in a knot. From my seat I annoyed most of the Russians near me with my incessant encouragement. Finally with under 4 minutes remaining there was the breakthrough goal. There's life in these ladies yet!

With the goaltender out early I tracked the potentially controversial game-ending goal (outta the way ref!) and knew it would hit the post allowing Canada another opportunity. That's all they would need as the sea of maple leaves lost it, leaping up and down and rejoicing. Such an epic comeback but it wasn't over yet.

Reserved optimism held as people now believed that it was possible and one way or another it would be over soon. An overtime penalty kill is horrifying to watch so there was a huge sigh as it lasted merely five seconds, even if it was more of a light tap than a slash. Finally on the power play the puck was fired to the back of the net and all kinds of pent up excitement unleashed. Pure elation! The storybook script had a fairy tale ending and our ragged voices whooped some more as the golden medals were hung around the very deserving necks.

Thursday, February 20, 2014

Tweet:Sochi Trifecta

Sochi hat trick today: Curling Gold, Hockey Gold, sunshine bronze

Tweet:Canada House

Minor celeb spottings from Canada house Muskoka chairs, Tess & Scott, Elliotte Friedman, the sun

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Spies Stefan!

All the greats are returning their careers to TV these days so I thought I'd join in. Multiple sightings at the men's halfpipe ski where my fantastic cheering from the Canadian family zone helped bring home a silver. (I had been with the Riddle family but dumped them for the Dorey's who were in first and had to then be a double agent when Dorey fell on both his finals.) Not likely to be seen from the rafters of the USA - Canada women's hockey gold but if I blow my budget I might be rinkside for the men's semi. First up, men's curling tonight!

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Tweet:Decorated

At least the hazardous, caved-in sewer covers are well decorated. #WatchYourStepSochi

Tweet:Roll with it

Who's in on the joke, Putin? Just got Rickrolled on Olympic bus!


Monday, February 17, 2014

Czech Checked!

Warning: trying to get to this 9pm game involved a lot of numbers. Get your pencils ready.

7:13pm
Maddeningly the free, comfortable train trip from Sochi airport to Adler train station was only 9 minutes long but I'd just missed the last half hourly departure meaning a wait three times as long as the journey itself. In case you missed it in the previous post, I was in a hurry.

7:49pm
Alongside a crush of people I burst from the train station and it's semi chaotic. The easily recognisable rainbow suited volunteers seem a good resource to direct me to my local hostel I know to be 3km away from the shoddily hand drawn map they provided. The first I speak to directs me away from the buses I anticipated boarding and back into the second floor of the train station I'd just left. I join the queue for security in haste but mulling it over it seemed a buck passing by the Russian speaking volunteer so I withdrew from the line and tried again. This time a mob of volunteer youngsters team up to pore over the map eventually coming up with 'taxi?' I ask about a bus and eventually get to the point where I can get on a bus halfway and go by foot with my massive backpack the rest of the way. Settled. What bus? 125.

Turning to the row of buses the 125 was right in front of me, jammed full and ready to depart. The volunteers run me over, shout my stop name to me and push on my pack to make me fit in the door.

7:58pm
The bus cost 19 rubles which I pass through a couple hands to the driver on some sort of honour system. From my offline maps I attempt to prepare the latter part of my trip, by foot, but am not making much sense of it. My good fortune placed a Russian saviour beside me on the bus who meekly offered his help though admitting "with English I'm like a dog, I understand but cannot talk back." He gets off the bus with me and points in the right direction. I shout my thanks and run off into the warm night, backpack and frontpack bouncing.

8:16pm
Searching for #85 I run more than a few minutes down the road finally recognising a hotel familiar from pictures. I duck through the gate but there's absolutely no sign - but there wasn't in Moscow either. There's also no front entrance but a few dodgy side entrances and the third one has a man who clearly says this is private apartment building, #84, trying looking across the street.

8:24pm
Having run further down the street to #52 on one side and #17 in the other exasperated I think this can't be right. Double checking the address (of course not written on the map cuz that would make it not a shoddy map) I realise I was in fact looking for #84 not #85 and curse mildly (for the sake of this blog) while turning to backtrack.

8:30pm
The apartment complex is no more inviting and I just keep walking hastily alongside it as it gets dodgier and I'm finally being the building with some back alleyway, albeit moderately lit. I enter another doorway to find still no sign, a staircase, and a doorway with a welcome mat. Desperation and lack of options I their open wide the door behind the welcome mat, and freeze.
A family is sitting around their living room and all turn in confusion to glare at me.
"Hostel?" I squeak. The patriarch begins lambasting me in strong Russian and I murmur an apology, slam the door and run back the way I came with glances to see if he is following me with a broom or something less friendly.

8:31pm
Besides my heart firmly in my throat nothing has changed about my situation and the clock is ticking. Not knowing what else to do I peek through a curtain of a stained glass window and then approach the doorway. This time I ring the bell. The man is gruff but when I ask for the hostel he points back around the corner, aka the danger zone potentially with a broom wielding Russky, and says 6.
Back I hustle past the doormat ("Welcome" my ass) and up flight after flight, huffing with the pack. In my hurry I lose count of the flights of this seemingly abandoned, unsigned stairwell and start back to the bottom to count again when someone comes along and tells me to keep going - all the way to the top.

8:34pm
I tumble through the door a sweaty disheveled mess to the merriment of the bunch of Aussies and Americans hanging around having a drink. My story flows from my mouth as I being ripping through my pack for what I need. They are helpful as the hostel attendants are no where to be found (still aren't) and assure me I can dump my bag in a corner. Talking me out of running the two kilometres to the Olympic park (which would have brought me to the wrong side and been a disaster) they direct me back to the bus stop I'd just left.

8:41pm
100 rubles are converted into dinner at the convenience store - blue Powerade and a jumbo snickers. To go with my lunch of Twix and a stale airline bun and breakfast of half a pack of peanuts.

8:44pm
Bus B6 pulls up just as I arrive and I leap on.

9:01pm
Finally we stop in Olympic Park Hub and following a young man and his father we begin running to security. Denied! This is apparently staff entrance, the bus has pulled away and we have to run around the corner.. As we run the young man says in hesitant English "Olympics. We are like sportsmen." I laugh and run faster than the father.

9:14pm
The wrong gate has set me back but security was relatively painless. Now begins the apparently 25 minute walk to the arena that at my vacation-exercise-level takes me something like a mere 24-minute run. What I would give to have a montage of the 85 or so photos I bombed while running across the Olympic park as I took in the familiar Fisk stadium and Olympic flame for the first time firsthand.

9:27pm
I've never been so pleased to see the Swiss flag, projected on top of the Bolshoy Arena located at the further end of this massive park. One more security hurdle before Rockying the arena steps and scanning in. 

9m57s 1st period
Halfway through the first period I flop into my awesome seat for an (actually) entertaining tilt, a 1-0 Swiss upset on Jonas Hiller's shoulders, despite Jagr's birthday and Kaberle's best effort.

Saturday, February 15, 2014

Czech Check

Scored row 8 ticket for Czech vs. Switzerland at 2/7 the cost. Only problem is I'm at the airport, don't know where I'm staying, haven't eaten and the game starts in 90 minutes.. Let's go Tomas Kaberle!

Monday, March 1, 2010

Vancouver Olympics: Day 17 (Final Day!) Highlights

- Ughh.. 8:30am after a late night was not pleasant after the luxury of sleeping in for the past week. A necessary evil though as we started what soon became a MASSIVE line at one of the MANY bars to watch the game. Yes, 9am for a 12:15 puck drop. But boy was it worth it...
- With our crew of 13 we kept the double-pitchers coming, made friends with our fellow Canadians, and got riled up as Canada took a 2-0 advantage. The equalizer from the US with seconds remaining put a hold on the celebration that had nearly begun already, but we didn't lose faith. We did lose it when Sid slid it home though! The place went off. I don't remember who I hugged - everyone in sight!
- Best. Street Party. Ever. Hands down, or more appropriately Hands UP, as mine are raw from the high fives from every single person who packed Granville Street. It was mayhem, I lost 11 of my 12 friends, but somehow found my way back to the apartment, as did Jon, so we could usher him quickly to the Skytrain with only minutes to spare for his flight (he made it).
- Winding back through the throngs of people it was such a joyous atmosphere. Canadian Pride.
- Over some much needed pizza nourishment, rejoined by friends at home, we called Nickelback, Lavigne, Hedley and Buble at the Closing Ceremony, but unfortunately no sign of Celine.
- Crash! Two weeks of non-stop concerts/games/party, a minor cold, a lot of beer and an early start culminated in zonking out mid-evening for a deep nap. Fortunately or unfortunately this resulted in being wide awake to check out the revelers still going (somewhat) strong 12 hours later. The Olympic flame now out, I stumbled upon a Closing Ceremony briefcase, complete with moose antlers, abandoned on the sidewalk which made the detour by the cauldron worthwhile.

Vancouver Olympics: Day 16 Highlights

- In time for the remnants of the tsunami to hit the BC coast, a wave of gold splashed over this city as well. Snowboard and speed skating medals came quick and so when we hit the streets immediately following it was with jubilation.
- Wanting to see whether the $1,000,000 Canada Tent was worth my taxes we slipped in only to be underwhelmed by a handful of photo ops, and a few multimedia screens designed for youngsters. While snapping a shot of Emanuel Sandhu a massive alarm went off - thankfully it was a victory alarm as the bobsleigh bronze slid in too. Manitoba was equally as un-enthralling, and the best part of the Ice Cube was the free headphones, and catching an end of the men's curling gold medal match.
- With that gold secured we booked it to catch Matt Mays (and the purple haze?) who put on a decent show, despite the only songs I knew being played while I was lined up to get through security.
- A glimpse of the future was provided by a 3D theatre.... basketball and hockey games are going to be revolutionized!
- Through the rain Blue Rodeo entertained old and young alike. Cuddy and Keelor are true showmen, encoring with Lost Together (giving band member Wayne Petti of Cuff the Duke a verse too!) .
- My third time watching the multimedia fireworks celebration show was easily the best as there was more firepower for the final night than previously. Plus that K'naan song is so darn catchy. Video to come!
- Mother Mother at Robson Square was a sea of 17 year olds trying to mosh (and crowd surf) for some odd reason. Our Olympics being bookended by MM, I was disappointed by the sound at both shows (2 venues) making me wonder if they've fallen off with the new female, or if the sound guy sucks. I'll hope for the latter.

Saturday, February 27, 2010

Vancouver Olympics: Day 15 Highlights

- The morning was spent mulling and planning our attack with so much going on in the afternoon.
- In the first end of Can-Swe women's curling we had a Three Beavers Ale, split between the three of us, like the Three Musketeers. In the fourth we pulled out the Chocolate Porter from Granville Island Brewery and it lived up to its cocoa-billing. By the seventh we were worrying about getting a spot for the bigGER game and ripped ourselves away to run through town. Our plan hit an immediate roadblock when the bar, and then EVERY bar, was full (since three hours earlier!) Frantic running around in the spitting rain simply riled us up, and forced us to watch the loss from a sidewalk, peering through a restaurant window.
- An hour or so wasted, but restocked with beer, we arrived back home as the puck dropped on Canada vs Slovakia. We'd hoped for a four-goal cushion by the third, but had to settle for 2 with 15m left in the game so we made the call and ran back out into the night. Keeping up with the score from restaurant window to pub cheers we walked as the lead slipped. With 5 minutes left to play we had to call an audible and stand, again on a sidewalk, to be sure that we'd ensured a gold-medal birth.
- The time ticked off the clock and we turned and ran to Girl Talk. Slipping through security ahead of the massive line that was sure to form we were there in time. Mashed up! Gregg Gillis is a whirlwind who never stopped run/dancing, along with his throng of enlisted dancers from the crowd, and his laptop. It was the best DJ set/club mix/whatever party I've ever listened to live.

Friday, February 26, 2010

Vancouver Olympics: Day 14 Highlights

- Things got a little wild the night before leading to this:

- The confiscated weapons at the Vancouver Police Museum were again super gruesome, but the History Walking Tour of the Downtown Eastside that followed was even better. Led by a well-educated historian we toured through Chinatown and Gastown as well in an engaging two hour history lesson.
- Underway already, the women had a lead in the hockey game against the US and wouldn't give it up, as we popped into a dive bar to watch them win the Gold.
- Apparently to accommodate that game, the Ill Scarlett concert was moved ahead meaning we only saw the final handful of songs. The crowd was small but onstage the energy was still high - I could have used a full set.
- More beers down on The Corner (name of the bar) to watch a figure skating medal, grabbed a veggie poutine and streamed the Colbert Report we'd seen at the live taping.

Vancouver Olympics: Day 13 Highlights

- It may not have been a highlight but it took up a quarter of my day, yes six full hours, waiting in line for the Royal Canadian Mint Pavilion. A crossword, a sudoku and a couple friends made, helped to pass the time. Finally we donned our white gloves (a la the Stanley Cup handler) and were allowed in the private room where we picked up the bronze, silver and gold Olympic medals. It was quite an amazing feeling to hold the heavyweight awards in our own hands (both the square Paralympic and round Olympic ones).

- With the unexpected length of the line for the medals we were released only a short time before puck drop on the Summit Series rematch, Canada vs. Russia. Luckily we'd sent a runner to reserve us a table in a packed bar where we leapt, cheered and cheers-ed microbrew seven times in a joyous atmosphere.
- Unobstructed views of the Olympic torch followed, before hooting along the strip with other revelers, as well as cops who were all smiles and high fives.

- An attempt at Wintersleep was quashed by a massive line 3 hours early, and the Francophone entertainment was awful so we cut our losses, watched the end of the fireball show at Robson Square and called it a day.

Vancouver Olympics: Day 12 Highlights

- HOCKEY! We decided to hold onto our Switzerland vs Belarus tickets when we heard the Canadian game tickets were selling for $700/piece on the street. My first trip to the lifeless GM Place was alright as we scored front row upper deck. The first few periods were a bit of a yawn, but in the third Belarus finally got some fire and tied it all up. Ten minutes of overtime solved nothing, but we were all cheering for 'Game-winning Shots' ("Shootouts" to anyone but the Olympics) and got them. Unfortunately Belarus, my beloved underdogs for the day, lost on the final shot but entertaining nonetheless.
- Bursting out into the rain, with the delay of the shootouts, it was closing in on the real game time, so we ran up Granville popping into bars until deciding on the Moose for Canada vs. Germany. The precipitation, early hour and increased police presence (at least tripled) kept the revelers in line and so we only high-fived around for a little while.

Vancouver Olympics: Day 11 Highlights

- Window shopping throughout Kits on yet another beautiful sunny day
- Los Margaritas' namesake drinks were the best I've had - so we had another pitcher, Raspberry and Peach! The guac and homemade chips were a perfect accompaniment too!
- The mercury wasn't really high enough but we dipped our bare feet in the Pacific anyway with a great view of Vancouver, Stanley Park and the overhanging mountains.
- Aided Jon in his bid for vegetarian status by introducing him the Naam restaurant (established 1968) and gorged on a cheese dog, potato wedges and miso gravy.
- Stuffed, we retired home for a somewhat quiet night, capped by more food - gelato!

Vancouver Olympics: Day 10 Highlights

- The highlight of this day was kicking around the house during the day in preparation for the big match: Canada vs USA
- Lowlight, the result of the Canada vs US game, though the beer tasted good
- Against their will I dragged my friends to the Saskatchewan Pavilion for the Library Voices show. Hipster dancing abounds and new music was played, all of which written on the set list we had autographed
- You think the night is over there? Nope! A narrow escape from a boarder's touchy pick-up on the Skytrain brought us back to Robson. This was, not surprisingly, the quietest we'd seen the street since before the Opening Ceremonies, likely due to the disappointment of the hockey loss.
- The lack of crowds made it easier to pick Quatchi out of the crowd. Behind Quatchi was Elvis Stojko's nose and eyes, so we naturally creeped along behind him until gaining the courage to ask for a picture.

- Following our photo op, a few other girls were waiting around for their chance. However when Elvis tried to step in the girls pulled Quatchi from his hands and turned their backs on him, as his girlfriend ribbed him "I don't think they want you in the shot, honey." He was the ultimate gentleman though, and we were happy to have tracked him down.

Vancouver Olympics: Day 9 Highlights

- A present of tickets to the women's curling matches for the day allowed us to watch three excellent games (and one blowout) and gave me an appreciation for curling I hadn't had before. It also reinforced my disdain for overly loud American fans, especially at an historically reserved sport.
- These tickets also brought me within hugging distance of the most beloved furry yeti on the radar right now. Not travel-bearded Stefan, but Quatchi. As well as his pal, Miga!
- A more appreciative crowd, and more room to boogie, made the second Arkells show of the week a tonne of fun.
- Coeur de Pirate entertained with her piano and lovely voice. An odd choice to be sandwiched between two rocking Canadian bands, but I didn't mind (and solid exposure for Beatrice).
- A collaboration between Kardinal Offishal, Jay Malinowski (of Bedouin Soundclash) and Coeur de Pirate was a slight letdown as it turned out to be a Coke sponsored corporate love-in that only lasted for one song. The glowing bottles obscuring my view were more annoying than massive red beach balls littering the crowd-tops.
- The leader of the next gen of Canadiana rock, Sam Roberts, lived up to his billing and played a singalong friendly hour (plus indulgent prog rock encore) for the masses.
- Unexpectedly the highlight of the night immediately followed this. Set to a sweet medley of Canadian music the night sky exploded over and over directly above our heads in a fireworks display that bested any I've ever seen. It was an experience that even Jon's amateur video/pics couldn't fully capture.