Colombia`s great. Don`t give a FARC what others tell you.

Ok, so you deserve more about Colombia than that last pitiful excuse.

Cartegena, on the Caribbean coast, is spectacular. A real gem. (fitting then, that the country`s second largest export are emeralds.)

This place has passion. Oodles of it. Sexy street dance, fiestas and lazy siestas.

Think Latin American Seville, where the beautiful and seriously stylish sip coffee and sashay around under quaint Spanish flower draped balconies. Image is everything - it`s top of the worldchampion league for plastic surgery - some of the breasts around here would give Pamela Anderson a run for her money.

The Miss Colombia pageant has been running while I`ve been here, so exquistely slender doe-eyed, dark haired girls are here in their hundreds which could make a gringo stand out in the crowd. For all the wrong reasons!

There`s lots of this country I regret missing out on but have only just made it up the coast to overwhelmingly hot, but chilled and beautiful Taganga and Tayrona National Park. Met some lovely travellers (as well as a few not-so-lovely Brits on the look out for cheap drugs, threesomes and fights. They get everywhere.) But I really didn`t want to leave!

And tomorrow, after a gruelling day on a lot of aeroplanes, I`m off to La Paz. A city different in every way imaginable. In preparation and true Colombian spirit, I`ve treated myself to a full manicure and pedicure, darling. The prettiest fingers and toes in backpackerdom.