‘I love talking to people’: Joy explains why she volunteers
Northern Ireland is a small country that’s often overlooked on the world stage. But it’s somewhere I’m immensely proud to call home. Often considered an uneventful little place, that all changed one sleepy Sunday morning when the world’s leading cyclists descended on the country to take part in one of the races of the season.
Usually associated with red-white-blue and green-white-orange, in the summer of 2014 Northern Ireland turned pink for the Giro D’Italia. It was an amazing event to be a part of. No I’m not a cyclist and I didn’t cycle the 116 miles, but I was a volunteer at the ‘world’s most iconic cycling event’.
My role as a volunteer ambassador was to promote the Giro D’Italia brand at all times and be friendly and welcoming to anyone who needed information. I volunteered over a weekend and had two different roles.
On the Saturday, I was at the famous Titanic Quarter making sure that all the excited cyclists got their race packs with their numbers and cycle gear. I had never before seen so many people in one room. I was assigned to a team and we had to distribute the packs among the riders.
Cyclists had travelled from far and wide. It was amazing to chat to people who had travelled from as far away as Australia and Canada to take part in the Giro D’Italia, as well as seeing excited locals cycle around the place they call home and show it off to visitors. THREE THOUSAND packs later and we were done! Everyone was prepared and ready for the big race on Sunday.
On Sunday, my sleepy little town of Rathfriland was a hive of activity. Crowds of people lined the streets to cheer on the cyclists in their epic race. This was the biggest event to have happened in the town and the locals were determined to see it. I was a marshal and was in charge of directing traffic and ensuring the safety of competitors and spectators, as well as encouraging the supporters to cheer on the cyclists.
What might sound largely unexciting was actually one of the most fun experiences of that year. I was chatting to the local residents who were ecstatic to see such a prestigious event in their small town. They were so friendly and spent the whole day chatting away (they were even kind enough to offer me food). In addition to this I had a front row view of one of the greatest cycle races on earth, to be so close