But the Australians are hell bent on blaming Rio for every ill.
Like it or not, everything terrible has been happening to them.
Days later the fire alarms had been deactivated while workers carried out maintenance on a building next to their 15-floor allocation.
"We hadn't been advised that the fire alarms were silenced so how we found out was basically smoke in the corridors.
"It's absolutely not satisfactory at all," Chiller said, after someone apparently chucked a cigarette butt into a basement bin.
She had the uncanny ability to make it sound like the rooms weren't going to be ready by the time the Olympics finish.
Ah but there's more. Someone allegedly stole laptops and team shirts while about 100 athletes evacuated the building for half an hour during the fire.
You can imagine the crisis at hand when four days before the opening ceremony authorities ushered four Aussie water polo representatives into quarantine amid concern they had picked up a mystery virus.
Mercifully, in the case of hosts Brazil under the cloud of Zika virus, Chiller cleared the air when she clarified the unnamed "Stingers" had contracted the bug en route to Rio, prompting a delay in their flight from Rome.
With theft a given in Rio, the host nation must have let off a collective sigh of relief that Aussie Thanasi Kokkinakis lost a bag of tennis racquets en route from Dubai.
Chiller, who has received a key to the city from Rio mayor Eduardo Paes, needs to take a leaf out of New Zealand counterpart Rob Waddell's book. 2000 Sydney Olympics gold medallist Waddell simply put the New Zealanders' experience at the village as one of integration when they started converging at the Kiwi House.
"Amongst our team the feeling is one of just settling in, really," he reportedly said.
Who said diplomacy isn't alive anymore.
Untold amounts of taxpayers' money, never mind how much conglomerates inject, goes into funding a country's Olympics campaign.
Athletes, whether they like it or not, become envoys at a venue, not just to build rapport but also assimilate with the inhabitants of the host city.
The debate on whether Third World countries should be granted hosting rights is a chicken-and-egg argument but one that need not create insecurity from affluent nations who are compelled to make five-star demands.
The alternative is swashbuckling cities at the risk of becoming targets of terrorists. Somehow, I think the likes of Rio seems more palatable.
In fact, because part of the Olympics mission statement is to blend sport with culture and education it isn't farfetched to suggest athletes should be prepared to step out of their comfort zones.
The Olympic movement aims to encourage people to engage in sport regardless of sex, age, social background or economic status.
Hey, why not billet athletes with families in Rio so they can comprehend first hand what it's like to eke out a living in the nearby favela.
It doesn't have to be for the duration of the games but during a preamble phase where after the stay they'll appreciate the village is actually a five-star venue relative to Brazil's existence.
The hallmark of a bona fide Olympian must, therefore, be of one who arrives, blends in and then conquers.
Pomposity will thus give way to humility as an ambassador leaves a host nation's shore after having inspired the underprivileged only to return home wiser and liberated from a pampered upbringing.
After all, isn't it arguably more gratifying to celebrate a gold medal winner who prepared in a suburb devoid of high-tech facilities?
In that vein, while I didn't have the patience to watch every minute of it, the protracted opening ceremony wasn't about the ponceys marching with cellphones and ill-fitted uniforms but those whose thoughtful creations exuded culture and tradition.
"Where in the hell is Comoros?" my other half asked.
You see, it's about geography, too.
For a country often mistaken for Australia around the world, how many of us can differentiate between Guinea, Equatorial Guinea and Guinea-Bissau?
