‘Towel? Try without a shower!’ Mike laughs, a proper belly laugh that makes him keel over in his chair.

I can’t even pretend to be offended by his reaction, because seeing his face light up with an explosion of joy is such a beautiful sight.

‘Ooh, I know! We once covered something at work – remember when I had an actual job and used to be exciting?’ asks Vicky before ploughing on. ‘We once followed a bunch of celebrities who were about to take on the Inca Trail in Peru. I ended up doing a research chat with one of them and it sounded incredible. They ended up in … God, what was the name? Mum-brain!’

‘Machu Picchu?’ helps Mike.

‘That’s the one. Stunning. All these structures on top of this huge mountain …’

‘I know it,’ I say, then correcting myself. ‘“Know” is a loose term, I mean I’ve definitely stalked a few travel Instagram accounts where they’ve been there and raved about it.’

‘It does look incredible!’ comments Vicky, before laughing at a picture of a llama pulling a funny face.

‘Pia always wanted to go back to South America, but type in Lares Trek,’ Mike says to Vicky, interrupting her llama joy. ‘We met loads of people who were going on to do the Inca Trail, so many in fact that it was hard to believe it wasn’t just one steady stream of tourists and travellers making their way along it.’

‘Well, that would be shit,’ mumbles Vicky.

‘It would definitely take the shine and magic out if it’s as busy as a Sunday morning in Ikea,’ I pout.

‘As if you’re ever in Ikea on a Sunday morning,’ laughs Vicky.

‘No, but your posts about the Sunday breakfasts have regularly left me feeling it’s somewhere I don’t want to frequent,’ I admit, pulling a silly face at her.

‘Ha-de-har,’ she says, rolling her eyes at me as she focuses back on the screen.

‘Wow!’ I find myself saying as Vicky types in the key words and pictures of mountains, valleys and breathtaking lakes appear on the screen.

‘The Lares Trek still ends up at Machu Picchu but it’s not as heavily footed,’ says Mike knowingly. ‘We bumped into a family once who’d just completed it, said it was just them and their Sherpas the whole time and that the only other people they bumped into were people from the local communities. You still have the busyness of Machu Picchu to contend with, but that’s the same with most places like that nowadays. Click on that link – they’re a good company,’ he instructs, pointing at Vicky’s screen.

Our heads come together as we take in the information.

‘There’s a train ride, a shower and a bed!’ I yelp.

‘Ha! After days of intense trekking,’ Mike adds. ‘I like how you skimmed over that part.’