Olympic Diary: The wait for the bus goes on and on, on and on, on and on
It's the Olympics, which means running for buses, hoping for buses, sitting on buses...
TOKYO — I'm covering the Olympics. I am on a bus. These sentences are redundant.
These are the six states of wakefulness at this or any Olympics for a reporter:
- Running for a bus.
- Waiting for a bus.
- Hoping for a bus.
- Sitting on a bus.
- Eating quickly to catch a bus.
- Sitting in a venue, watching a sport, praying the buses will be ready and not overfilled when you need to leave.
Over Saturday and Sunday, I spent a total of seven hours standing at bus stops. I counted. I had time.
That's not a complaint. It's a fact. Well, it's a whiny fact.
If you work for NBC or the IOC, you stay in a luxury hotel and have drivers. If you work for a newspaper, you stay in a lesser hotel and hope the buses run on time, or at least run. Rachel Blount and I both waited for buses that didn't come this weekend.
The way Japan is handling the Olympics during a pandemic, we can't take public transportation until we've been here for 14 days, and even then the language barrier will be daunting.
So, we wait. And hope. And wait.
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