With the Olympic finish line in sight, thousands of tonnes of equipment is on the move.
Such is the nomadic existence of the international press corps.
We create huge temporary refugee camps of cables, monitors, offices and studios which become home for a few days or weeks. Then overnight we de-rig, pack the kit away, and head home.
I can't say I'll be sad to be on the flight to Heathrow tomorrow.
I'd reached my tolerance threshold for bad food, a strange bed, 18 hour days and any beer so long as it's Heineken about four days ago.
I'll be resting up before heading back out here again in a couple of weeks for the Paralympics.
But first, the closing ceremony.