Jul 1
He called later with a fool-proof plan. Thesues’s second cousin had a water taxi which would leave the island at 7am. At 8am, Thesues’s other second cousin would meet him at the port and drive him to Sparta for bowling gold at 9am. It would cost us a small fortune, but it was worth it. Voila, sorted!
The atmostphere out at the Sparta Bowling Centre was electric, buzzing and filled with friendship. A DJ pumped out tunes which whipped the spectactors into a pre-game frenzy. To get a seat was a priviledge, it was basically standing room only. The athletes arrived and were welcomed by thundering cheers. It was the doubles event and Matt had teamed up with Lynn from Tasmania.
To find out when Matt would actually be bowling (he would bowl on 3 days out of the 10 that we were there) top level security code word: VERY SPECIAL was needed. No one seemed to know and the only way one could find out was to recieve a late night secret text the night before from his head coach, Queenslander Shirley.
I attended the largest sporting even in the world for 2011. And I loved it. Who would have thought.
In June, 7,500 athletes with an intellectual disability and 25,000 volunteers came together to kick ass, achieve their personal best and give out a hell of a lot of high fives.
We knocked on the door. No answer. We knocked again. We know you’re in there. A woman finally answered looking startled. Very startled. We all barged in, the buzz of our last glass of Champers had clearly faded and tiredness was setting in.
I’m a Sydney girl, through and through. Born and bred, does it need to be said? It’s one of the best cities in the world. Well O.K yes, I have been living in Sweden for the past decade but that’s more a reflection on how exceptionally good looking the men are here,
loulouloves 