Benvenutto a Torino (Landed. Checked in. Passed out--with a wee drink at the pub.)

Pretty much somes up the rest of yesterday. After landing in Torino we had to get our credentials activated (the credential is the little laminated piece of paper that has your name, your photo and who you work for) so that the Olympics guys didn't think we were terrorists (they even gave Christian one, which surprised me after the thorough going over the CDG security gave him). Then we all boarded a bus for our long long drive into the city (European airports are a ways away...I had forgotten bout this).

Then, of course off to the pub! The Brits found an Irish bar that served passable pizza in the center of town (we were all starving by this point). We hung out there (the UK guys got in 3 hours before us) until the wee hours of the morning. Then we went back to our accomodations where we promptly all passed out.


Check out the alps on the plane from Paris....