I remember sitting at our kitchen table about 18 months ago with our dream travel itinerary in front of us and our travel advisor Ruth on loud speaker. We were finalising dates and it turned out that we would be in South America during the Olympics. We were ecstatic at the thought of being a part of such an awesome event in a such an exciting and beautiful country. But none of that felt real until today.
There has been huge hype in the run up to Rio 2016 especially with athletes pulling out because of the Zika virus (*Ahem* golfers). As well as athletes being mugged by corrupt police officers – no one wants to be Ryan Lochte right now do they? Ouch.
Before arriving in Rio we were both edgy and sure that something bad was going to happen during our stay. I have no doubt that bad things do happen in Rio, like anywhere, but after being here a day or two and wandering around the streets, I couldn’t have felt safer. Although that may have something to do with the fact that police are stood on each street corner with machine guns.
Our first taste of the Olympics came as we perched on the pavement opposite Copacabana beach in the hope of spotting one of the British Brownlee brothers as they ran the final leg of their Triathlon. Luckily we saw both and they went on to win gold and silver for Team GB.
What are the bets that she’s Brazilian?
Not a bad office.
We wanted to see what the ‘British House’ was like but unfortunately they wouldn’t let us in. You need an invite apparently. Our very British ego took a hit as we sat and looked on from this park bench.
When we booked our boxing tickets we had our fingers and toes crossed that a Brit would make it this far and all the crossing paid off. Nicola Adams absolutely smashed it and bagged yet another gold for Team GB.
Next and most importantly for us was the final night of the Athletics and there is no better way to kick start such an event than with a bit of Brazilian booty shaking.
Mo did us proud tonight bringing home another gold for Team GB. The medal ceremony took forever to start though so by the time Mo came back out to receive his gold, pretty much the entire stadium had left apart from a very excited and enthusiastic group of Brits. We all gathered as close to the podium as possible and went as crazy as we could to make up for the otherwise empty stadium. In an interview afterwards he said that it was even better than having a full stadium. It was a more personal experience; everyone who was there was there for him. We love you Mo!
And then we managed to find our lovely friend Rob – the cherry on top of a great and very memorable day.