We befriended eight American holiday-makers at our hotel. When they confessed that they hadn’t packed very well, TPR and I presented them with a supply of T shirts and a set of small, green canvas backed, deckchairs. These items had all been given to TPR as corporate gifts, so when our companions sat on their ‘new’ seats with the company logo blazoned across their tops, we were reminded of the fun of 1990s incentive holidays.

My only disappointment was that our new friends insisted on ‘sunbathing’ in the low ceilinged sand caves, rather than in the open air. I could only bear this for a few minutes before feeling sick with claustrophobia.

TPR was annoyed when I insisted that we move outside. He was reluctant to end an extremely interesting conversation with the former member of the American Secret Service in our party.