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Great Britain wheelchair rugby player Justin Frishberg is appearing in his second Games in Beijing.

The 36-year-old will be writing regularly on the BBC Oxford website about his experiences.

Here he tells about his latest preparations for the Games which began on 6 September.

In the lift I mention that our physio 'Weird Tom' has seen a world beyond the kit room. "Travel further," he has told me. After a left and a right, we reach the kit room but I go on. Another right and a left ...

There is an underground world. A room as wide as a motorway and as long as the eye can see. Chinese men and women scurry about their business, carrying cases, mops, talking in animated gibberish. This is infrastructure.

I am not one for opening ceremonies. Athens didn't excite me that much. There is an inevitable excitement as all the teams start moving towards the Bird's Nest, and then you go into the tunnel.

The Libyans were two teams behind us banging their drums and chanting. The dull roar of the crowd inside grew loader, and more intense. The rugby players jockey for position amongst each other and then you emerge into the frenzy.

I let myself believe for a second that I was the centre of attention before being swallowed up by the mass parade. Thousands of cheerful guides clapped us along until we reached our designated spot.

This trip has been more emotional than I could have expected. I have been close to tears after bad training sessions, after great training sessions and even after mediocre training sessions. When I realised that the hundreds of dancers in white were deaf, I felt that feeling again. China has a reputation of keeping disabled people behind closed doors.

They clearly made a decision to change that policy when they knew that they were hosting the games as they topped the Paralympic medal table in 2004 and will do the same here. But to have the bravery and strength of purpose to use disabled performers was an incredible message to the world.

This show, the opening ceremony, is part of the whole show where disabled people entertain the world through our various sports. I suddenly felt so proud to be part of this event, that Beijing was sending the message that I wanted to send. When the guy in the chair hoisted himself up, and the crowd roared him on, it gave me an image I'll never forget.

Now we've had our day off and training steps up. We have a chance to do what we do best. T-4 days

In the bus we were all peering out of the window to catch a glimpse of the Bird's Nest, the Bubble and the BBC tower. Then we arrived at the Village. It is huge. But they have also designed it so that the massive empty roads are connected by a myriad of little paths, bridges over streams, gardens, fountains, Chinese sculptures and everything to breathe life into such a vast complex.

We pushed through towards the GB blocks, and immediately there is a sense of harmony amongst the athletes. I stared at everyone; the Afghans in their rickety chairs, the Korean whose arms were bigger than anything I'd ever seen before, and the beautiful one-legged Aussie. I stared at them and they stared back at me. Everyone is fascinated by everyone else.

After passing by dozens of blocks each marked by huge national flags draped from the balconies, we reached the GB lot, which has been marked by a red telephone box. Nice touch.

We had hardly stopped, when we got on the bus once more to visit the University of Science and Technology - the venue where we'll be playing our matches. This was our one chance to see the venue before the Wheelblacks on Friday.

Our coach had gathered us on the court to give us the opportunity to drink in our surroundings, imagine the crowds, and imagine the experience of playing in the biggest match of our lives. At that moment the Chinese technical staff, who were putting the sound system through its paces, decided the play the British national anthem.

Not for the first, and not for the last time, my eyes welled up with the emotion and the pride.

Next update will feature the opening ceremony and experiencing the underground James Bond lair....

We're a few thousand miles from Beijing but the sense of national pride in hosting the games is palpable here in Macau.

Not only are there loads of Olympic rings on the billboards, on roundabouts, shop windows etc but the locals and ex-pats are genuinely excited about being hosts.

It clearly means so much to them to be good hosts. They are helpful to a fault, always smiling, and appreciating my attempts to say 'thank you' in Mandarin.

The staff helping us with the transport have been totally efficient and hard-working and their faces lit up when we gave them a GB Paralympic badge (almost an official currency here).

Down at the training venue we let a couple of the security staff into our rugby chairs to have a go, and it gave me a sense of joy to see how easy it was to build good relations between people who didn't share a single word.

It made me think about the honour of hosting in 2012. A certain degree of scepticism is needed to keep things in proportion, and make sure that budgets do not spiral beyond our means.

But we should not forget that we have a great honour in hosting the different nations of the world. They will be bringing their top athletes to many different parts of the UK, and we will have a chance to meet and greet them, and make them feel well looked after.

For China, this may be their best opportunity to show themselves to the world, and I believe that in future years this will be a small but significant force towards peace and harmony.

For the UK, we do not have the same need to prove ourselves. But we have the chance to show how good a multicultural society can be, how diversity brings understanding and tolerance, and be an example to the world. This chance will not come again for generations so let us cherish it while we can.

Thursday, 4 September:

Our week in Macau has come to an end. The physiologists gave us the all clear two days ago that we were free from jet lag and the coach then set about much harder training sessions.

In truth, that's actually what everyone wanted. The adrenalin has started pumping and it is great to get a release in the form of sprinting round the court smashing into everyone.

Today we fly to Beijing. It's a long day, ensuring our massive amount of kit and equipment is in order for the flight, loading on and off buses, planes, more buses, and then probably some more buses. But entering the Paralympic Village, our base camp for the next 14 days, will wipe away all tiredness and fill us with a sense of purpose.

Today we travel in our red presentational t-shirts, yesterday we trained in our blue functional t-shirts and soon will come the functional polo shirts, parade wear for the opening ceremony, official training kit etc.

We have a uniform for every day, which I thought would be oppressive, but it means we look like such a tight unit from the breakfast table, to the travel to the training venues and all around the hotel.

What we're all looking forward to, however, is wearing the GB playing vest in 8 days time against the Wheelblacks.

p.s. My three words of Mandarin are proving very useful for winning over the locals.

With just short of 24 hours travelling, the rugby team have all safely arrived in Macau.

Many of the GB Paralympic squad are acclimatising and training here before the trip to Beijing in under a week.

I am totally chuffed with the facilities here and the efforts the British Paralympic Association have made to make sure we're ready.

I'm not the sort of person who is good at praising people, but the hotel is nicer than I'd pay for.

We have a view of the beach from our balcony but it is so hot that it's foolish to spend more than 10 minutes out there, the food is excellent and I've had two massages already this afternoon!

It's a far cry from the life I'm used to on tournaments with our clubs.

There we're herded around like cattle, and stay in grotty inaccessible places, and often play five games in two days, with hardly enough to time to eat, clean up and sleep.

But this is different, this is the one tournament in the four years that matters.

It gives me a real buzz to be treated so well. I am looking forward to this week, and can't wait to get some of the nervous tension out during training.