Tuesday evening.

Some days are frustrating, and other are just, well, frustrating!

Out at the range this morning, trying to make sure that all the targets were hooked up and responding electronically. Most were fine, but there were several that simply did not respond! Possible reasons are as varied as the shapes of clouds in the sky .... electrical connections, heat, humidity, who knows? When we left the range before 1400, a thorough check was to be made this afternoon on the physical aspects. We'll be out there tomorrow to see how this has worked, and to wave the magic wand just in case.

Then we, the six ITOs, got into two CWG cars to go into New Delhi to be "accredited" and to draw uniforms. I think I have commented before on the busy-ness of the roads "system". Even with lanes dedicated to CWG vehicles, it took well over two hours to get to wherever we were meant to be. This was not helped by the fact that neither of our two drivers actually had the slightest idea where they were going, so there were frequent stops to ask directions, U-turns and so on, all in the face of the merciless volume of traffic, no doubt made even more merciless by them being stuck in the non-CWG lanes, perhaps for hours on end. A GPS would have helped tremendously and it is astonishing that with all the millions being spent on the Games, this has not been put into the Games' cars. In the end we got to the place where we should have been only to find that uniforms were not ready (not until 1 October at the earliest), the man who could have sorted out some aspects of our passes was out of the office, and the finance place that is meant to give us a small daily payment to cover some of our daily expenses was closed! It is best not to try to describe the drive back to the Hotel, evening rush hour bedlam, along with disgruntled passengers and weary drivers. All I can say is that, not for all the tea in China or the riches of King Solomon's Mines would I get behind the wheel of a car in this country. I would never drive again - being either stricken with a heart attack (which as a passenger I'm getting close to) or a severe nervous breakdown!

That glass (those glasses) of single malt had remarkable restorative effects, as did a jovial dinner.

For tomorrow - no real predictions. If you expect little, there is less disappointment. We hope to verify the remaining targets, and put into quarantine those that will not work, at least until Sius Ascor people arrive from Switzerland. There are increasing numbers of teams arriving and wanting to get shooting. We hope that most will get some chance over the day.

Frustrated, yes - but not downcast, and there is still time to get things sorted out.

Jim