The Olympics finale: A great big Beijing inspired hugfest and might

Hugs all around. If you’re near someone give him or her a hug. If you’re by yourself, just wrap your arms around yourself and squeeze. MMMMmmmm.

By the end of the closing ceremony of the Olympics in Beijing, when the credits rolled in the U.S.’s broadcast version, I was once more feeling warm and fuzzy, just like I did at the end of the opening of the games. Again, I’m a real Pollyanna sometimes.

The shots of athletes hugging each other, even if they were not on the same team, (like this photo posted on AOL) or with their hands thrown upwards in triumph–or in tears–either from joy or abject disappointment, revved up emotions–at least mine. As one of the commentators said during the closing, the games do give a sense that there is hope. Yes, we can all get along. The hugs seem to prove it.

Hugs, if you noticed, were given out by EVERYBODY–it didn’t matter the nationality of the hugger or hugee, whether it was for a feeling of triumph or in comfort. If not a hug, at least a pat on the back or a rub on the shoulders was offered and accepted.

While I watched the closing, I also thought about how the performance arts of a country can reflect the cultural values of the people who live there and influence the emphasis on how the art is used.

Once again, China demonstrated the inspiration and sense of wonder that happens when people work together. The Memory Tower, the 5-story metal sculpture that scads of dancers performed on and around just like a swarm of precision bees, replicate the look of the Olympic flame and other visual wonders. Surely this was a great showing of the umph and creativity of China’s people. Get people in China organized, and there’s nothing they can’t do.

The cultural value of such performances seems to be precision and working closely together. Each performer’s moves tied to the other performers, although the performances around the sculpture, like the pop culture singers and the rock music drummers, also showed an openness to change. Women dressed in western style clothes while playing traditional Chinese instruments is an example of what I mean.

The British, from my observations, reflect something else. Britain emphasized the individuality and diversity of the people who are British citizens. The dancers around the double-decker bus were of different backgrounds. I noticed both black and white people straight off. Also, instead of the precision of the Chinese performers, the British performers took a more modern dance angle. Dancers each did their own movements, not in sync with each other, but in relationship to each other.

The result was interesting, but not fluid. The British offering was clever, like when the bus turned into the London skyline, but it looked like it was designed to illustrate what represents Britain, like soccer (football) and Mary Poppins, (the umbrellas made me think of Burt, Mary and the chimney sweeps) , more than show off Britain’s might. Although, the precision performances of the Chinese must be easier to capture on camera. The shots of the British performances were from a variety of angles and only a few dancers were captured in any particular frame. I kept thinking that seeing it live would have had a much different impact.

Britain showed off its might the most during the shots of London where Micheal Phelps was introduced to the cheering crowd there. The finale of this clip was when precision fighter planes streamed across the sky in a V-formation leaving a trail of red, white and blue smoke. People may dance to their own beat, but airplanes are synchronized. (Of course, go to Buckingham Palace during the changing of the guards and you’ll see precision.)

If the Olympics does give the host country a chance to show off its finest, I’m hoping that Monty Python and other British humor gets worked into the summer games’ broadcast in 2012.

As for the broadcasts over the last two weeks, I’ll miss the trips to China through my television screen and think that I want to go back there soon. Until then, there’s the Travel Channel, books, the Chinese grocery stores I go to from time to time, and my Chinese friends to tide me over. Fireworks will never look as good though. The Chinese know their fireworks. They invented them and have certainly perfected the art over the years.

And for the next two years, until the hugfest at the Olympics’ winter games in Canada begins, give people hugs or a comforting, or congratulatory pat on the back whenever you can. From the looks of what’s on TV, they work wonders.

For an analysis of the impact on the Olympics in Beijing, check out Time magazine’s article, “The Lessons of the Beijing Olympics.”

By the way, I am aware that the polo team guys are not actually hugging each other, but are competing. Do you know how hard it is to find an image to use of people hugging at the Olympics, even though they did it constantly?

A Look Ahead at London 2012

The closing ceremonies of Beijing ’08 were not quite as spectacular as the opening ceremonies. Not quite, but almost. There were still plenty of people wearing LED lights, drummers and acrobats climbing tall structures.

London got a chance to do their “we’re hosting the next Olympics” skit. It sucked in comparison to the other performances of the evening. There was some guy who looked like an gray-haired Jimmy Page. (It was obvious that the Stones said no to the gig). And Beckham kicked a ball off the top of a bus that had magically converted into some sort of green lump.

While they shake off their Olympic withdrawals, some people are passing the time by guessing what the opening ceremonies are going to look like in ’12. Here are some of the ideas:

1. They will hire the cast and crew of the Beijing opening ceremonies and perform the exact same show.

2. They will tap a different film director, like Ridley Scott or Madonna’s husband, and offer an unlimited budget to create a series of whimsical dance numbers featuring soccer hooligans and those guards with the furry hats.

3. Beckham will be, under order of the queen, part of the ceremony. Fine, as long as he doesn’t have to say anything in that high-pitched cockney voice or take his shirt off.

Whatever they come up with, it’s going to be great. Unfortunately, fans will have to wait until 2011 to get their hands on some of the 7.7 million tickets up for sale.

London notes: Found! A really good Mexican restaurant in Europe

If you like Mexican food, then Europe typically offers nothing but frustration.

I’ve been living in Europe for nearly four years and I have never stumbled into a “Mexican restaurant” that hasn’t ended up being only the thinnest interpretation of this revered cuisine. Europeans cannot do Mexican, for a number of reasons, but it comes down mostly to a blandness of palate that does not demand much on the flavor scale.

So, a Mexican joint is usually at the bottom of my list in terms of options.

Imagine my surprise, then, to arrive at Wahaca in London last night, the city’s hottest Mexican restaurant.

I was encouraged right away by the line snaking out of the door and halfway down the street. And I wasn’t disappointed: Wahaca is a seriously good Mexican restaurant that infuses its dishes with the requisite heat and flavor that you’ll find if you spend long enough eating in Mexico.

The place’s name is obviously a transliteration of the Mexican state of Oaxaca, and features what it calls “Mexican market food,” small plates of simple tacos, quesadillas and tostadas filled with basic, but flavorful, ingredients. I tried the quesadilla filled with chorizo and potato and sampled the salmon ceviche tostada, which had some really good heat to it.

There are bigger dishes on offer, as well: Burritos, enchiladas and grilled fishes.

They get salsa right here (two kinds, green and red), habanero figures in a lot of dishes, and there is a whole menu of variously aged tequilas.

Perhaps best of all, it’s not that expensive.

The restaurant recently won Britain’s best “cheap eat” award. I wouldn’t say Wahaca was cheap, but with many of the dishes in the $6-$8 range, it is cheap by London standards.

I usually don’t like recommending restaurants, but I will in this case. If you’re a fan of Mexican (and I’m talking Mexican, not Tex-Mex) and are in London, try Wahaca.

London notes: How to find special restaurant offers

In a city as vast as London, eating out can be at both times challenging and easy.

Easy, in that you can pretty much fall out of one restaurant and into another here — and challenging, because the facility of that fall makes it difficult to discern a good find from a tourist trap.

Another challenge to eating in London is that Londeners are keen diners-out, and reservations at many of the places worth your time can be hard to come by.

And then there’s the expense of London restaurants.

That’s where TopTable comes in.

TopTable is Britain’s answer to OpenTable in the U.S., allowing you to search for restaurants and book instantly-confirmed reservations online. You can also find pithy restaurant reviews and menus for many of the eateries listed.

What I like most about TopTable is a link on the left hand side for special offers. This allows you to search for, say, London restaurants currently offering 50 percent off menus or two-entrees-for-the-price-of-one specials.

Searching in London, you can simply indicate the neighborhood where you would like to dine and see if there are any restaurants in the area offering special discounts. I’m writing this from an apartment a friend is renting in Covent Garden. Checking places for this evening, I see dozens of places with offers on right now, from free glasses of wine to free entrees.

I don’t think you should always let you wallet dictate where you eat dinner, but in London, especially these days, you have to look for ways to stretch your money farther.

London notes: American tourists abandoning the city

I’ve been in London not much more than an hour and I’ve already spent $61.74.

The breakdown went something like this:

  • $31.62 — Stansted Express from Stansted Airport to London Liverpool Station (one way, 45 minutes)
  • $24.18 — Oyster Card purchase for London Underground, plus $10 in ride credit (good for 5-8 rides on Underground)
  • $5.95 — One pint of bitter at the pub where I now write this

It’s not news that London is expensive. Gadling’s recently departed blogger extraordinaire Iva said as much in her dispatches from the British capital earlier this year.

Still, the sheer expense of doing anything in London beyond strolling through museums is enough to make you think twice about visiting.

For me, this is a shame, this slight anxiety I get before every trip here, knowing as I do that I am going to part with some serious cash. London is a city I want to keep within my steady European rotation, a place with which I’ve long had an affiliation: I lived here for three years as a kid; it’s the birthplace of my brother; some of my earliest experiences as a traveler were had rediscovering the city as an adult.

According to the Associated Press, Americans in general are abandoning Britain these days, largely due to the weak dollar, which has made quick hops over the pond more costly than ever.

The AP says American tourists numbers are down 120,000 from this time last year. That’s not an insignificant number: The British government estimates that those lower numbers translates to about $650 million in lost revenue.

I should point out that it’s not just Americans who are thinking twice about London and the rest of the UK. The British government says overall tourist numbers are down 5 percent in the last year.

Right now 1 GBP is worth about $1.85.

I would continue my lament, but my friend is currently looking through the Internet and asking my thoughts for a restaurant tonight. I can almost hear my wallet now, protesting…