On board China Airlines-823, the in-flight magazine was of little interest.
The sun reflected off the wing-tip and through the window on my right. After ten days at the Olyrnpics it was satisfying to be on the move again; to be a traveller looking for residence, rather than a resident among travellers.
English was the common language between the Swedes and the Germans, the Indian lady, and the eccentric Belgian.
He told everyone that he was writing a book about the Olympics and would return in the evenings with Polaroid snaps of the athletes going about their preparations in the Olympic Village.
Some of the tennis stars were considered to be the Olympic big-guns.
In Seoul there was no five-star treatment for the Wimbledon winners and racket-made-millionaires. They shared rooms and had to queue at the cafeteria like everyone else.