Yes, Yes, YES, I managed to smuggle 2 bottles of Pepsi into the olympics. Ole Tommo Jefferson (the saint of civil disobediance, what was it he said about it being a citizens duty not to comply with bad laws?) would be so proud.
Dumb old me couldn't work out their bloody website, it kept telling me everything was sold out. So on Wednesday I went into town to buy some tickets. But the queues were over 2 hours long. Well we got on the end of one queue & ended up having a yarn with some Yanks from Houston (mmn, I think they were lezzos to). Well anyway while my mate was in the queue I wondered down to the information marquee for a brochure & they told me that at Moore Park (that's where the football stadium & the Cricket ground, oh & Randwick race course too, is, in town) there were 7 ticket booths open & ah heck all queues. So I went back to the queue grabed Mick & we jumped into a cab (the yank girls wanted to stay in the queue, probably didnt trust a pair of sleazy Aussie blokes) & we were off through the backstreets of inner city Surry hills, past all the terrace houses & pubs & we got to Moore Park & guess what there were no queues there, because the ticket booths were closed. Then we saw a bus, so we ran for it & jumped on, flashing our train tickets (they can be used on the buses too). Well the bus took us back to Central Station, which is only 5 minutes walk from Darling Harbour, well anyway the girls from Houston let us back in the queue (see those yanks arn't that bad after all
) So we didn't even lose our spots after all.
When we got to the window, we asked what cheap tickets they had left, they only had volleyball & baseball left. So we got the volley ball.
After that we wondered over to where the Batavia was moored, in front of the maritine museum. The Batavia was a Netherlands East-India armed merchantman, that sank off the coast of Western Oz back in 1628. Well anyway there were over 300 hundred crew & the captain went off with the VOC (Netherlands East Indies Company) marines in a row boat to Java to get help. Meanwhile back on the coral reef there was a mutiny & all this raping & pillaging & in the end a battle between the survivors, then eventually the VOC arrived with some ships from Java, & the mutineers were then mostly tortured & hung, they then dumped 2 alive on the barren coast of Western OZ before sailing back to Java.
So the Bativia that's moored at Darling Harbour is a reproduction that took 10 years to make (my Aunt's even a shareholder in it) it was very interesting, it was a very big square-rigger, much bigger than the Endevour moored next to it, it had a crew of arround 350, & 14 of the cannons actually worked, they use them on things like the Queens birthday. Then we went to the Hienekans Marquee next to it & got sloshed on beer given to us from the Heinekens hostesses (they had some function on) & practiced our limited dutch. We then went into the Maritine Museum, & amongst all the stuff was a exhibition on the 'Americans in the Pacific' & we saw all this stuff about Confederate Raiders working out of Melbourne during the civil war. They had a big model of one of the ships, & sailing ship with a funnel & a propellor at the back & they had newspaper clippings on how the Confederate officers were the toast of Melbourne society & how after the war the Yanks sued Queen Victoria over the matter, even though the Brits had sheltered Yankee ships too - apparently at one time there were Yankee & Confederate ships moored next to each other in Liverpool (or was it Plymouth) in the UK, during the war (typical bloody war profieers).
So on Friday we cought the train back into town to see the volley ball. But this time we got off at Town Hall, so I could buy some Pepsi at the mini-mart near there. I just had to smuggle some in after all the who-ha about banning it. Besides they were only A$2 (US$1.10) there for 600ml bottles, where as at Darling Harbour the Coke was A$3.80 for a measly 300 & something mls. Well I stuck one Pepsi in the bottom of my backpack & the other one in the bottom of this souvineer Heineken show bag I got on Wednesday under a Heineken hat. & even though they looked in both bags & fiddled about I got the pepsi past security. Well it was hot in there so we moved onto beers even though they only had a choice of sh!t Fosters or Vic Bitter.
They had Peru & Korea up in the first game (apparently its a united Korea at these games). All these spectactors had there national flags with them. The Peru flag is the same as the Canadian flag, but with a different emblem in the middle. So I played the dumb Aussie & started yelling out 'Go Canada' & it became a real joke & everyone arround me would then yell 'Go Canada' everytime Peru scored a point.
Then Russia & Germany came up which was a real top match, the Russians got the first set, then the Germans got the second & third sets, & were up by 10 points in the 4th set. But we were all, how you Americans say 'rooting' for Russians (in Oz talk 'rooting' is the same as 'screwing'), yelling out things like 'Remember Stalingrad', & 'Do it to 'em, like you did Berlin in 45'. & guess what the Russians got back in the game even though it was match point for the Germans & they were 10 points behind, somehow the Russians ended up winning the set. The Germans lost it then, becase they had the Russians beat but didnt close them in. So the Russians thrashed them in the final set. Then we piled into the trains & went home.
PS. I've always wanted to do an alternative title thing, like they use to have on those Bulwinkle cartoons from like yonks ago.
Dumb old me couldn't work out their bloody website, it kept telling me everything was sold out. So on Wednesday I went into town to buy some tickets. But the queues were over 2 hours long. Well we got on the end of one queue & ended up having a yarn with some Yanks from Houston (mmn, I think they were lezzos to). Well anyway while my mate was in the queue I wondered down to the information marquee for a brochure & they told me that at Moore Park (that's where the football stadium & the Cricket ground, oh & Randwick race course too, is, in town) there were 7 ticket booths open & ah heck all queues. So I went back to the queue grabed Mick & we jumped into a cab (the yank girls wanted to stay in the queue, probably didnt trust a pair of sleazy Aussie blokes) & we were off through the backstreets of inner city Surry hills, past all the terrace houses & pubs & we got to Moore Park & guess what there were no queues there, because the ticket booths were closed. Then we saw a bus, so we ran for it & jumped on, flashing our train tickets (they can be used on the buses too). Well the bus took us back to Central Station, which is only 5 minutes walk from Darling Harbour, well anyway the girls from Houston let us back in the queue (see those yanks arn't that bad after all
) So we didn't even lose our spots after all.When we got to the window, we asked what cheap tickets they had left, they only had volleyball & baseball left. So we got the volley ball.
After that we wondered over to where the Batavia was moored, in front of the maritine museum. The Batavia was a Netherlands East-India armed merchantman, that sank off the coast of Western Oz back in 1628. Well anyway there were over 300 hundred crew & the captain went off with the VOC (Netherlands East Indies Company) marines in a row boat to Java to get help. Meanwhile back on the coral reef there was a mutiny & all this raping & pillaging & in the end a battle between the survivors, then eventually the VOC arrived with some ships from Java, & the mutineers were then mostly tortured & hung, they then dumped 2 alive on the barren coast of Western OZ before sailing back to Java.
So the Bativia that's moored at Darling Harbour is a reproduction that took 10 years to make (my Aunt's even a shareholder in it) it was very interesting, it was a very big square-rigger, much bigger than the Endevour moored next to it, it had a crew of arround 350, & 14 of the cannons actually worked, they use them on things like the Queens birthday. Then we went to the Hienekans Marquee next to it & got sloshed on beer given to us from the Heinekens hostesses (they had some function on) & practiced our limited dutch. We then went into the Maritine Museum, & amongst all the stuff was a exhibition on the 'Americans in the Pacific' & we saw all this stuff about Confederate Raiders working out of Melbourne during the civil war. They had a big model of one of the ships, & sailing ship with a funnel & a propellor at the back & they had newspaper clippings on how the Confederate officers were the toast of Melbourne society & how after the war the Yanks sued Queen Victoria over the matter, even though the Brits had sheltered Yankee ships too - apparently at one time there were Yankee & Confederate ships moored next to each other in Liverpool (or was it Plymouth) in the UK, during the war (typical bloody war profieers
).So on Friday we cought the train back into town to see the volley ball. But this time we got off at Town Hall, so I could buy some Pepsi at the mini-mart near there
. I just had to smuggle some in after all the who-ha about banning it. Besides they were only A$2 (US$1.10) there for 600ml bottles, where as at Darling Harbour the Coke was A$3.80 for a measly 300 & something mls. Well I stuck one Pepsi in the bottom of my backpack & the other one in the bottom of this souvineer Heineken show bag I got on Wednesday under a Heineken hat. & even though they looked in both bags & fiddled about I got the pepsi past security. Well it was hot in there so we moved onto beers even though they only had a choice of sh!t Fosters or Vic Bitter. They had Peru & Korea up in the first game (apparently its a united Korea at these games). All these spectactors had there national flags with them. The Peru flag is the same as the Canadian flag, but with a different emblem in the middle. So I played the dumb Aussie & started yelling out 'Go Canada' & it became a real joke & everyone arround me would then yell 'Go Canada' everytime Peru scored a point
.Then Russia & Germany came up which was a real top match, the Russians got the first set, then the Germans got the second & third sets, & were up by 10 points in the 4th set. But we were all, how you Americans say 'rooting' for Russians (in Oz talk 'rooting' is the same as 'screwing'), yelling out things like 'Remember Stalingrad', & 'Do it to 'em, like you did Berlin in 45'. & guess what the Russians got back in the game even though it was match point for the Germans & they were 10 points behind, somehow the Russians ended up winning the set. The Germans lost it then, becase they had the Russians beat but didnt close them in. So the Russians thrashed them in the final set. Then we piled into the trains & went home.
PS. I've always wanted to do an alternative title thing, like they use to have on those Bulwinkle cartoons from like yonks ago.
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