I remember the stickiness of that day, the sound of coins falling into a collection tin in exchange for access to the facilities.

The water was deep, murky and warm. The sun beat down on our party but we trudged on and were rewarded with a brief spell of rain.

Our efforts made the food taste better too. Licking fingers clean of grilled meat and ensalata, grains of rice sticking to greasy palms.

Can’t beat eating with your hands.