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...Upon arriving, the visitor is greeted by a lobby whose walls have been fashioned from giant old-fashioned olive vats, and which leads into open courtyards, scented gardens and a swimming pool overlooking the dramatic hills of southern Spain. The rooms have a rustic feel?if you're there in the summer, they are light and airy; in the winter they are warm with blazing fireplaces...
...breaststroke with an Olympic record time of 1:6.64. "China is back," intoned Luo's coach Zhang Yadong with Schwarzeneggerian bravado. "Before the race, I told Luo that no one could beat her. In the future, there will be many more Chinese heroes like her in the pool...
...strokes were at least four centimeters shorter than those of his nearest competitor, but when Kosuke Kitajima churned the Athens pool in a frenzied quest for gold in the 100-m breaststroke race last week, Japan's finest swimmer wasn't about to let a few centimeters of European torso or American leg stop him. Tagging the end of the pool in a speedy display somewhat slowed by brisk winds, the 1.78-m Kitajima raised his arms in a banzai cheer and threw back his head as a strange wail swirled through the stadium and skittered across the surface...
...nation that has been mired for years in economic woes, any sign that it might be regaining its former glory is cause for celebration. The rest of the world, which had not expected a Japanese medal run, appeared to view a host of unpronounceable Japanese names in the pool as pleasant relief from over-hyped contests between the one-syllable American and Australian, Phelps and Thorpe. In the gymnastics arena, even the Americans who came in second in the men's team final could hardly begrudge the tears of joy from Mitsuo Tsukahara, a Japanese gymnast who won gold...
...roar of the rapids lost behind us. Extraordinarily sharp reflections look etched on the surface of the cold water, which is thought to plunge 20 m in places. Clouds of bugs flutter on its surface, and delicate mosses hang from crevices. Beyond it the river wanders into a large pool, where we camp above a gravelly beach, resting in exhausted contentment on large boulders while Pat conjures a stir fry out of the food barrels. After dinner some of us take a raft back up to the Irenabyss and slowly paddle through it as the dusk fades over...