With the Olympic event schedule winding down, former colleague Jay Weiner and I took an opportunity to travel outside the Olympic zone to engage in the only sport for which I have any aptitude: shopping.
We went to the Pearl Market, a haggler's paradise. The first floor has electronics, watches and general stuff. Second floor is luxury-brand knockoff central: mostly handbags and shoes. Third floor is inexpensive jewelry and Chinese handcrafts and souvenirs. Fourth floor has the good gems.
We took a quick spin through the third floor, or as quick as it got, anyway. The proprietor of every booth tries to lure you in. "Hey, lady? What do you want to buy? Come in! Look!'' And if you want to buy, you must be well-versed in the Chinese art of the deal.
One intriguing and occasionally hilarious aspect of covering the Olympics in a foreign country is the presence of interpreters, many of whom, especially in China, seem under orders to avoid controversial questions and answers.
We're heading down the backstretch of the Olympics, and it's turned out to be a different experience than I expected.