In 1980, we worked as journalists at the Olympic Winter Games in Lake Placid. As is always the case at Olympian sites, accommodation is pricy and at a premium but when somebody else (the company sending us there) is paying the bill it’s not as pressing.
We mention this on the eve of the current Winter Olympics, about to get underway in Vancouver and its ski-crazy neighbor, Whistler. Months ago, there was talk of importing cruise ships to be moored as hotels at a town called Squamish, about halfway between Vancouver and Whistler. For whatever reason, the idea was scrapped, and alleviating a potential shortage of affordable rooms went with it.
Things will work out, of course, because at the Olympics they always do.
In 1980, our accommodation was several miles out of Lake Placid. It was brutally cold, which only added to the discomfort of having to make the trip at least once a day, on what seemed to be a well-ventilated bus. Our “roommate” in an equally well-ventilated motel of sorts was another journalist who shall remain nameless. His nightclothes were, well, like something out of Charles Dickens…shoulder to ankle nightshirt, with nightcap (not that kind!). It humored us but what we’d have given for a room in a cruise ship!
That’s it, we’re done.