Many lives ago I went on a trekking trip to Peru. It was NOT a luxury trip (especially not the bit involving terrorists and bullets) - I was 29 - and it near killed me.
But there was this tough old bird from the UK - 82. Walked the legs off even the Peruvian Guides.
tbh we outright disobeyed them. A bullet missed my head by an inch and embedded itself in the bus seat. I wanted to keep it - but the police wouldn't let me.
They actually were not aiming at me - but the guy stood behind me looking out of the rear window. It was pitch black - he was shouting left/right/straight to the driver who was going flat out in reverse down a mountain road - Sheer cliff up one side - sheer cliff down the other and no room to turn. Ah the joys of youth and exotic travel.