So, while our other photographer Andy Mills and reporter Kevin Manahan treked out to Qinhuangdao for the US women’s soccer match, which was a 5 hour bus ride, each way, Politi and I had a little less on our plates. I spent the day tearing apart the schedule, trying to plan our coverage, then checked out the swimming/diving venue. After that, we were able to hit the Kodak/Nikon party. Who woulda thunk you could get a great glass of wine in China? Politi and I were relaxing on shiny orange leather couches with some of the best (free) wine I’ve had in a long time. We do both feel guilty. Especially since when they finally got back to Beijing, there were no busses to get them to the hotel! I can’t imagine they are going to excited to see the photo above. I heard they were getting back to the hotel as we were waking up.
One thing I’ve noticed, there are paramilitary everywhere. They stand at attention all day long. They are spaced along the outer perimeter of the fencing outside the venues. As if the fence was not enough to hold someone back. The guy above, he was guarding nothing.



