Cape Town is my current favourite holiday city. I'd go back tomorrow if I could. For a start you can sit on the beach with that wonderful mountain view in the background. It reminds me a bit of Rio, except that it's more beautiful. But like Rio, of course, there's also a tremendous contrast between the haves and have-nots. I think Cape Town is a truly exciting place to be. There's such enormous change going on; there's a real energy to the place. You sense that in the nightlife. We went to some great clubs where they played township jazz. I love the fact that this is a thriving, working city, rather than a place that has grown up solely around tourism.

A trip to the north west, to a sleepy village high in the Andes, sealed my love affair with Argentina. It was June 1990 and every evening was spent seeking out the local viewing spot for la Copa Mundial (the World Cup), sometimes in a garage, sometimes in a ramshackle bar, and once in somebody's home. The needle match with Brazil necessitated a trip to the large town of Salta and a plush bar. With 20 minutes to go, Maradona passed, Caniggia scored. The place erupted, overwhelmed by the excitement. The streets turned blue and white, the traffic stopped, the noise was deafening, the all-night party had begun. Y Viva Argentina!

My idea of holiday hell is high-rise hotels, rain, wall-to-wall British accents and the smell of fish and chips. When it come to avoiding all those things, I think you have to go quite a long way. There's a very good hotel in St James in a stunning setting, where you can walk for miles along golden sand unbroken by the tide. But my all-time favourite getaway has to be La Digue Island in the Seychelles, with its long stretches of flat, powdery sand set against a dramatic backdrop of huge grey rocks and stones. It's been used in countless films and advertisements. It's the archetypal dream beach.