Only once we move the conversation on to gaming do they really perk up and become more animated as we take in the new environment around us. We’re bowled over by the giant, endless steps that hop down the mountains they’ve been chiselled into, a visual representation of a whole lifetime of stories we learn of through fables and folklore. It’s the perfect mixture of rich history and nature, the manmade cuttings covered in the greenest of grass and lined with Inca stone. The effort to get it all there must’ve been immense.

Even though Zaza and Vicky have spent the majority of the day apart, trying to avoid each other at all costs, they have met a dead-end because a mishap with the hotel booking system has led to Scott asking if the three of us mind sharing a room. Neither of them was cold enough to argue against the idea and as soon as the door to our double bunk-bedded room is shut, and I’ve already jumped up to one of the top bunks like a big kid, Zaza decides to address the situation.

‘I’ve been a twat and I’m sorry,’ she declares, holding Vicky firmly by the shoulders so she can’t avoid the situation by shrugging it off. Instead of a verbal reply Vicky just looks back at her and sighs. ‘Of everyone in the world I know you always have my back,’ Zaza continues, her face folding into a frown. ‘I know you never have anything but love in your heart for me and I’m sorry I chucked that in your face. I was tired, grumpy and a bit hungover. I know you didn’t mean anything by it – we’re all nosey when it comes to each other’s lives. That’s what friends do, and should do.’

‘Gillian and Betsy said they once had a fight that meant they didn’t talk for three months,’ Vicky pouts, the sight of her eyes welling with tears dissolving the tension, her words making Zaza pull her in for a hug.

‘Must’ve been over something huge,’ I chip in, leaning over the wooden railing of the bed which is more comfortable than one might assume on first inspection, thinking about how united the older pair of women seem.

‘Nope. Not really,’ she says, shaking her head. ‘Betsy was late for a lunch they’d planned. When she arrived thirty minutes later Gillian wasn’t there.’

‘Harsh!’ Zaza mutters.

‘Pre-mobiles and Betsy had no way of letting Gillian know the bus she was on had broken down. Both were upset and both thought they’d been stood up so they waited and waited for an apology. One didn’t come and the months rolled by with them not talking.’

‘How’d they resolve it?’