I shudder as I remember how he described the Portaloo tent we’re going to be enjoying while we’re in camp – other than that we’re going al fresco and letting the Peruvian air get to our bits.

Scott calls over to Kevin who takes Vicky off to one of the local houses.

‘I’ll come!’ says Mike, running after them.

‘Get a move on,’ I shout after them while at the same time questioning the strength of my own bladder and if I should actually squeeze one out just for good measure.

While I’m pondering that thought a group of five children, four boys and a girl, walks from the front of one of the nearby houses and up to the fence, just in front of me. Three of the boys sit down on a little ledge a few feet away from me but still the other side of the divide. I can’t help the desire to take a photo of them and the smallest one at the back offers the biggest grin. He really makes me laugh. The other two are inquisitive. They sit and watch me, while one of them removes his sandals and starts scratching his feet, the sound alerting me to just how dry they must be.

They’re layered up. A mismatch of colourful clothes – anything from gilets to fleeces, jeans to more traditional Peruvian items, baseball caps to a fisherman’s hat. The bobbles on the fabric and the way the dirt is embedded into it shows just how much mischief they’ve been up to, and fun they’ve been having, while wearing them. Whether they’re dressed this way out of necessity or style, it puts a smile on my face.

To my right I’m aware of the other two children, a girl and a boy, edging their way towards me. Venturing closer to see what the strange lady is up to, maybe attracted to my big hair or my skin.

The girl holds out a hand, her eyebrows raised. When I’m not forthcoming she uses her other hand to point into her mouth.

‘You want some food?’ I ask, pointing at my own mouth.

‘Sweets,’ Scott calls over. ‘Now that they’ve got a taste for sugar they try it on with every group that comes here. They can’t get enough.’