There is, reportedly, an awful lot of coffee in Brazil.
Similarly, there are 3,000 varieties of potato in Peru. 1,500 of which are in common every day use.
This, apparently, wasn‘t enough choice for our Peruvian porters. So they went out into the jungle and dug up some wild potatoes for our dinner (see above).
Once peeled and roasted, they looked a bit like giant, thick-cut chips.
And tasted even better.
We asked what they were called, expecting perhaps a botanical name, or, at the very least, an epithet of Quechuan origin.
“Jungle potatoes,” came the reply.
Ask a silly question.