Arriving in Bahrain, I was immediately overwhelmed with advertising for the Grand Prix, which lined the hallways and dominated the pillars outside the airport. UNIF1ED, indeed.
Heading into central Manama from the hotel, the streets were busy with traffic, and the pavements were heaving with people out and about for the night. Advertising for the race continued to be prominent.
Even the hotel was celebrating the race in a fairly jubilant fashion...
Walking into my room, I was blown away. For a mere sixty quid a night, I'd been issued with a suite, food and internet all included. I wonder who was paying the difference...
On the way to the circuit, we took turns counting police cars and army vehicles. I saw three of these over the weekend; they were the most impressive-looking of all the security vehicles we counted.
Sunday's grid was business as usual, with no sign of the added security we'd seen outside the track.
After the race, the organisers gave all the journalists commemorative license plates as souvenirs.
The weekend ended as it began - with a reminder of the Bahrain Grand Prix's controversial slogan.