C’est la vie – Normandie… Does hope really die last?

Things haven’t really changed in Normandy. As soon as one catastrophe has ended, another one follows. But now we have reached a point where we just simply accept the situation as it is. We won’t be able to change something anyway. And let’s consider it from a positive point of view: This makes it possible for us to constantly report about something new.

Indeed, every day has a new story to tell: Something which didn’t work out. This is different from the dressage riders who always tell us the same after every test: “I’m happy with my horse“… – this may be the sentence heard most in the mixed zone. “I am very proud“ is also a very popular statement.

Which news are there from the chaos front? There is a problem with the rest rooms. Anyone who wanted to go to the rest room at the eventing contest in Haras Le Pin on Thursday before travelling home (1.5 hours to go) was prevented from doing so. No, no!!! „It’s open again tomorrow!“ There is always something new! And it should really be sufficient to go to the rest room again on the next day, shouldn’t it? At least there are some alternatives in the cross-country: Dixie toilets without toilet paper or the solution for people close to nature: little wooden cabbages where you can find shavings and a paddle. And it was also similar in Caen in the main press center yesterday. Similar time. But in contrast to Haras Le Pin the toilet car was not closed but had vanished completely (now a new and bigger one has arrived). But there, too, we could count on alternatives in the stadium. There are holes in the ground which-according to some German fans waiting in the baker queue – were already fully crowded at 9.00 am in the morning. C’est la vie!

So far me, personally, I haven’t had a problem with the shuttle busses. Journalists from New Zealand, however, who had exclusively come here for the eventing, had been waiting for their bus in vain that day. And a colleague from America was told at the shuttle stop for the media people: “No media shuttles today!“ But then the bus arrived. This was certainly better than the other way round.

And this morning there was a little miracle: When arriving in Haras Le Pin (Good morning – my watch rang at 4.20a m but luckily enough I had decided the evening before to take the early shuttle at 5.30 am). The colleague, however, who had chosen the shuttle at 7.00 am is still stocked in a traffic jam at 9.15 am now), we even didn’t have to walk downhill to the press. Instead of this we were picked up by a golf car. And then in the press office there were amounts of sweets like Mars, Snickers, M&Ms, little cakes and so on waiting for us. What else do you want? I have to say “Merci”. If now the toilet runs all over the day, this may become a really good day in the Cross. Keep the fingers crossed for all the riders and horses!