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Playing 'Frogger' in the streets of China
U.S. discus thrower Stephanie Brown-Trafton of Galt is keeping a journal about her Olympic experience. Following is Tuesday's entry.
Yesterday I had a full training session at the Chinese National Training Center in Dalian. This is one of those centers that you might have heard about where kids are sent to train and compete in a particular sport based on their talents in recruiting programs.
This center is for the track and field athletes. There are hundreds of athletes here ... I guess it is like a boarding school for athletics. Once again there is a police motorcade and traffic is stopped 15-20 cars deep at most intersections as we drive by. I can't imagine what the traffic is really like when there is no police car as an escort. It might be a bit dangerous but I guess I'll never know.

The training center has a special area dedicated to the throwing events with several rings and cages available for practice. My throwing practice goes well and the coaches are impressed. I feel like I am very explosive and am moving well through the ring.
Today we had another shopping excursion planned for downtown Dalian. Once again we had several dozen plain-clothes officers following us around and I made another break for it on my own. I had an officer following me closely for a while and I decided to ignore him and venture out of the shopping mall area. I have seen thousands of shopping malls in my life and I don't want to be stuck in one here. A block away from the mall is a side street with an open air market ... basically a place where vendors have set up tables and chairs, umbrellas and tarps. This reminds me of the farmers market. It also reminds me of the streets of Athens near the Acropolis.
By this time I don't see any officers following me but they are probably watching me from a distance. I don't care anymore, just as long as they don't try to get me to go back to the mall. I venture around the side streets for awhile and dodge traffic. Around here the cars do not stop for pedestrians ... I am not joking about this. Cars have complete right of way and if you are
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Page 11 unlucky enough to get hit by a car they will not even stop. On one of the main roads I see people cross over one lane and wait in the middle of the road for cars going 35-40 mph to cross about 1 foot in front of them and cars are crossing behind them going the other direction at high speeds. This is the original "Frogger" game. I wasn't that brave or stupid so I had to wait until there was no traffic to cross.
I went back to the mall only because I was on a mission to find a mattress pad that I could take back to the hotel. The mall is huge ... about 7-8 levels with a grocery market on the ground level. On the way back I walked through an open-air market and saw all kinds of interesting items in the meat department ... chicken feet, pig nose, all types of animal organs ... nothing goes to waste!
I walked by a young Chinese guy and suddenly felt something hit the back of my heel ... felt like a big bird dropping. Then I realize that I had been the recipient of a large wad of spit. Whether it was intentional or not is an issue I will wonder about forever. It was very nasty to say the least. I was wearing flip flops and this nasty spit wad stuck to my heel. Fortunately I had wet towelettes in my purse and I wiped off the nasty wad. I sat down for a while and watched people walk by. I noticed that there were others spitting right on the sidewalk too ... I guess the anti-spitting campaign had not reached this far out of Beijing.
... I had 45 minutes left before the scheduled departure time so I decided to celebrate by going to McDonald's. Going to McDonald's used to be a big ritual of mine after all major competitions in high school. Win or lose, Dad would drive me to McD's to get some hot crispy French fries. I thought I would try them out in China to see if they were as good as back home. I stood in line and when it was my turn I pointed to a picture of a happy meal and voila ... two minutes later I received my toy and some crispy fries, coke and a chicken wrap. The toy was called a 'milk pineapple card holder' but to me it was a perfect call phone carrier. It was fuzzy, had a pocket big enough for my cell phone and a loop to attach to my lanyard. Today was a success and now I could sit down in peace with my French fries.

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