After yesterday, I thought the crowd couldn’t be bigger. It turned out it can. There were more climbs, that accommodated more people and it all created a brilliant atmosphere. In all honesty, I’m a bit puzzled how people could stay cheerful after waiting for hours and hours, the only entertainment being the ‘publicitaire’ caravan and the cars of journalists, photographers and very important people.
Especially, that their reward for such tenacity is a glimpse of the riders for a few minutes, which I think is fairly thin, even if they are the best riders in the world. That said, the crowds were amazing, people standing next to the road never got tired of waving and high-fiving even us, the non-essential crowd.
This time I got to the finish line in time, experienced the famous brawl for positions and realised that my height can be an advantage sometimes. Some happy and a few unhappy riders whizzed past and it was over. By the time I got back to the press centre, they were already breaking down bits that weren’t essential to be transported to London.
Whether I’ll be there or not depends on the gods of car mechanics – if my Vauxhall gets fixed, I’ll be there to see the end of the beginning of the 2014 Tour de France.
After yesterday, I thought the crowd couldn’t be bigger. It turned out it can. There were more climbs, that accommodated more people and it all created a brilliant atmosphere. In all honesty, I’m a bit puzzled how people could stay cheerful after waiting for hours and hours, the only entertainment being the ‘publicitaire’ caravan and the cars of journalists, photographers and very important people.
Especially, that their reward for such tenacity is a glimpse of the riders for a few minutes, which I think is fairly thin, even if they are the best riders in the world. That said, the crowds were amazing, people standing next to the road never got tired of waving and high-fiving even us, the non-essential crowd.
This time I got to the finish line in time, experienced the famous brawl for positions and realised that my height can be an advantage sometimes. Some happy and a few unhappy riders whizzed past and it was over. By the time I got back to the press centre, they were already breaking down bits that weren’t essential to be transported to London.
Whether I’ll be there or not depends on the gods of car mechanics – if my Vauxhall gets fixed, I’ll be there to see the end of the beginning of the 2014 Tour de France.
