The irony of writing this is I have just come from a ‘safety briefing’ at our Rio hotel – it certainly isn’t some smarty-pants, A-Team, big time pub but one you’d tag ‘pleasant digs’.

A gang of new ‘Olympics’ guests – including us as guests of the Oakley eyewear and fitness brand – been put through our security paces, everything  from the right times to go out, who to go out with, the situations to stay in and those to avoid.

(Hey, our Governor General, Sir Peter Cosgrove is staying here so that may be the reason why security is pretty tight: it’s complete with a blue dance party wrist band that has been on my wrist ever since I arrived last night.)

Sure, sounds like pretty stock standard stuff that we should intuitively know, but for some reason, here, in Rio our fear and safety alert factor has been seriously heightened. Apart from reading story after story about muggings, stabbings, shootings and robberies I did absolutely arrive with trepidation.

And for someone whose fear factor is fairly minimal that’s saying quite a lot.

To be brutally honest I am now nowhere near as scared or as fearful as I thought I would be.

For every one ‘suspicious’ character there are about 2000 ‘people like us’ – normal punters trawling the main drag of Copacabana beach soaking up the stench, I mean salty sea air, observing the zillions of street performers and just trying to get in to the spirit of Rio. Oh, that’s right, it’s not Carnivale is it?!

The long stretch of beach that is Copacabana is dotted with mega food station kiosks, bars and huge numbers – all of which make identifying meeting spots all very easy.

And considering our hotel is two blocks back from the beach, you hear the sirens, the loud noises, screeches, heated conversations, oh,  and some pretty happy people in amongst all of that.

Anyone coming to Rio has been told to go light on the bling, low on the heels and steady on the ‘look at me’ factor.

As a woman who enjoys all of the above on the odd occasion it made packing an easier chore that usual.

I just thought bland.

Anyhow, while we’ve all been told not to travel on our own, I certainly won’t be disobeying that security measure.

After the shooting of a thief by a Russian diplomat and the photographic gear of a News Corp crew stolen in the space of 10 seconds not far from where we are: I ain’t changing anything from the original security brief.

Even a trip to the Botanic Gardens contained a security gate – not forgetting more cops stationed outside the fake handbag stand just off the beach front.

Camouflaged cops were on duty and would not raise a smile no matter how nicely we asked. (Okay, so Portuguese isn’t my specialty).

So far, the public security in element Rio seems to be very well organised but I can imagine how busy it will be at the opening ceremony Friday night where punters are expected to walk a couple of kilometres from their drop off point, before they even reach the stadium.

That will just be the beginning of a very long few weeks of heightened security measures and some fairly fearful Olympics guests.

There are police, or members of the army on every corner. They’re everywhere.

Like everyone, we have already warned not to venture to the favelas – where around 1 million people live – and were possibly some of the more  unsavoury characters of Rio call home.

There are police and guns everywhere. There are security details everywhere.

The guidelines are pretty simple to be honest. You just need to act like you would when you go anywhere and you and you are out of your comfort zone.

Don’t look ostentatious. Don’t take the iPhone out at every opportunity, don’t leave the handbag unzipped or even leave it on the floor next to you, especially if you are in a public space, cafe or bar.

Sure, the lack of iPhone accessibility may make my Rio trip not as colourful as I may have liked, but what is the choice?

Safety and sanity or a quickly stolen iPhone with a whole lot of pictures the robber couldn’t give a stuff about anyway.

Let’s say, this trip is one that we will be Instagramming internally.

(Or just taking a couple of quick snaps when you know you’ve got a few mates around who are there as your own very secure security detail.)

Sure, Rio, to so many is a pretty mad at this exact point in time and it is one pretty dynamic hot mess. Even listening outside it’s like I am at a football grand final. It’s crowded, loud, packed with traffic, friendly, accessible, smelly, hot, devoid of deodorant, poverty-fuelled, full of rich peeps, of limos, it’s a tad grubby and full of every type of human possible.

It’s 8 and 3/4 months pregnant and basically waiting for the opening ceremony to start.

It’s everything you expect it to be and that study in contrasts makes it slightly fearful but in an alert kind of way.

And it is these so many contrasts that make it interesting.

But whether the real feelings of fear will actually and totally dissipate I don’t think they will.

To use that well worn phrase, I think everyone here is alert but not too alarmed. Yet.

And if you can learn to tell the difference between the laughter outside of your hotel room as opposed to serious, evil screams then, I guess the Olympics will be deemed, at least, an emotional success.

*Melissa Hoyer is in Rio as a guest of Oakley