Crime! Drugs! Drug lords! Murder! Poverty! Litter! Rotten transport! Lousy roads! Third-world hotels! You must be absolutely mad! What on earth is possessing you to go there? This was the general reaction when I mentioned where we were heading for our holidays this year. But the detractors and smart-Alecs couldn’t have been more wrong. Crime, well we certainly saw none, nil drugs, yes, some abject poverty, but hey, there are around a dozen people currently sleeping in doorways on Manchester’s Deansgate. There was no litter anywhere, with tripartite bins for paper, glass/tins and non-recyclables on most street corners, superb, speedy, reliable and cheap public transport with no peak fares (like we here in the UK pay for our quite substandard services), no road potholes, fabulous hotels . . . . yes, Colombia is nothing but fantastic! Well, providing you exclude car drivers. They are like the drivers in Rome or Paris - suicidal! We kicked off in Med...
On my soapbox again!