We finally got our taste of paradise Fiji - and I know alot of people might hate me for this, but both Dan and I agree, we really can't see wht all the fuss is about.

I know we have had bad weather most of the time,which didn't help, but we have spent the last couple of days on Mana Island, staying in a resort right next to the beach, in gorgeous sun, surronded by palm trees and singinf Fijians, and we failed to see much of an attraction.

Admittedly neither of us a paricular keen sun worshipers, and Dan is not a big fan of the sea, but we could not escape the groups of guys that were just there for a piss up, and the ladiesbasking themselves all day.

Perhaps we made the wrong decision to go to that particualr place - in fact, I'm pretty sure that it is aimed at those sort of people - says the snob - and all of that aside, Fiji is stunning, but I will not be in a huge hurry to come back.

The place is a sterotypical tropical paradise - the mainland is so full of any shade of green you care to imagine that you do sometimes feel like you are looking at an enormous Dulux colour chart, and the beaches, when it's not raining, flow with golden sands, and the sea dazzles you with it's blue shallow area, melding with turquoises and reef as far as the eye can see.

There are worse places to be of course, but this was not our favourite.

We had Rav, we had an adventure, but ultimately we did not have the experience we hoped for. Perhaps when we are in love with beautiful women and we want to take them somewhere to romance them, we could hire a little island of our own here and let our imagination run wild! Until that point though, give me the hustle and bustle of a new city over a deserted beach any day of the week.

Give me Singapore.