Up until this point I hadn't found fault with anything in Australia. However, I may have glimpsed a chink in the armour last night.
Their bar culture is very intimidating. It has shades of an FHM-readers' Tour of Ibiza. Anyone who prefers a bottle of wine and intelligent conversation might find it difficult.
Anyone who likes shouting "I'm going for a piss. When I come back, we're doing tequila shots" into someones ear to make themselves heard over the clatter of an 80s CD turned up to 11, will feel right at home.
Anyone who has been to Walkabout in Covent Garden will know what I'm talking about.
Oh, I don't know. Maybe I've been quick to judge or maybe I was in the wrong kind of bar, but I did find myself thinking about Albannach the other night: no scrum at the bar, no music blasting your ears off, no broken glass on the floor.
Still, each to their own. I didn't come to Australia to down flaming sambucas and shout "wahey" above a braying crowd. I came to Australia to do very little. And I am reliably informed that there's no place better to do it.
Excuse me, I'm just off for an afternoon nap