SEE TO BELIEVE.

The media is a vicious beast. A beast that keeps us locked in our homes and comfort zones, never daring to step too far out in fear of our life.

This is why the majority of people I meet think South Africa is a war zone; why a group of Americans cancelled their World Cup plans because they don't want to be shot as they step off the plane; and why most times when I mention where I'm from I get a confused, worried look from whoever I'm telling - as if to say, 'you poor bastard, you'll never live as long as I.'

And unfortunately, it works both ways. The media is the culprit for why I was made to feel weary about visiting Guatemala. Why I was thinking, 'perhaps I am stepping a little to close to the edge. And with my luck, it'll be a rabid Guatemalan street dog that pushes me over.'

But that's all just BS.

Guatemala is incredible. The people are friendly, welcoming and sincere. The landscapes are the product of dreams and sublime acid trips - except that they're real. The food is hearty and cheap. The climate is hot. The jungles are a thousand shades of green. And the media couldn't be further from the truth.

I've marvelled at the grandest of all Mayan ruins - Tikal - set deep in Guatemalan jungle. I've climbed mountains looking down on untouched jungle streams with emerald-coloured water. I've tread cautiously through jungle caves wearing no more than a pair of baggies, guided by no more than a local man and a candle. I've scaled active volcanoes and tanned marsh mellows above lava. I've jumped off 15 meter rock facades into fresh water lakes surrounded by more volcanoes. And each costs less than a night out in Parkhurst.

This country is surreal. It's a land where the children attend school in beautifully hand-woven traditional garments; where the bus drivers smile and laugh at your accent, and love to ask about Mandela; where the coffee is strong and tasty; and where the truth about its beauty can only be felt and understood by those who visit.

I would come back here any day.