A tradition to queue for at Wimbledon's tents
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Wimbledon, England
THE official stewards comb the field at 5.30 am, tapping upon the tents and sometimes uttering one of the most horrifying passages in all of the English language: "Wakey! Wakey!" Hundreds of tent-dwellers from all over the planet rise from so-so sleep. They might brush their teeth over at the loos. They might go to the row of food stands and the signs boasting one of the most fortifying passages in all of the English language: "Coffee." They might shower in the few showers over yonder, wash themselves with wipes in the tents, or refrain from washing altogether amid their overriding concern: Wimbledon tickets. Groggily, they deconstruct their tents and haul them way over to the makeshift storage facility, which costs one pound (S$1.79) for a bag, five pounds for a tent.
"By 6.30 am, that storage line is massive," said Joanne Cox, a Kiwi from Melbourne, Australia with her sister Liza, both fans of Roger Federer.
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