Stepping off the plane full of journalists and one distinct Swedish F1 driver with his crew, Sochi’s Olympic rings shone brightly, welcoming me for the first time. Waiting at my hotel was a completely different type of welcome in the funky 80s-disco-style lobby, karaoke singers and an ample shot of Russian vodka. Little did I know this potent grape-flavoured beverage that nearly blew my head off would be one of many unexpected firsts, including reporting on the Russian Grand Prix. Not one to shy away from making new friends, I was lucky enough to meet a fab Danish journo, Jonas Hüttel, who helped direct me to the circuit and offered a plethora of tips over the next four days....
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