Lima Travel Blog› entry 58 of 129 › view all entries
I get up at 4 as Iām being picked up at 4:15. The plane to Ica was booked out so Iām going with a private driver. Iām told this will be more comfortable and I can stop where I like. The driverās name is Isiahs. When I go out the front Isiahs is asleep in the front seat with a young boy, who turns out to be his 8 year old son. The boy goes to sleep in the back and I get in the front. Isiahs asks if I want music and I say no. Iām hoping to sleep. About an hour later Iām still hoping to have a sleep. Isiah turns on the radio; Iām not game to ask him to turn it off as he looks very tired and I donāt want him to go to sleep at the wheel. We go through the Pisco/Ica area where there were earthquakes last year. There is still rubble everywhere, although the process of rebuilding is underway.
We get to Nazca airport, around 6 Ā½ hours drive from Lima, and are told the flight will be around 1. Isiahs takes me to one place to view sign called the needle, then to pre-Incan aquaduct which runs underground. There Iām charged NS10 or 15 entrance and am suddenly introduced to āguideā, who of course will want a tip. There are 12 holes which tap into an underground stream, providing oxygen and access to the water. I then get a sandwich, although Isiahs wants to take me to a museum first. I feel like Iām on a tourist treadmill. We return to airport but thereāve been problems, low cloud and plane problems. Iām to return at 3.
I finally get on the plane, a Cessna 172, at 3:30 after paying NS12 tax. The airport is quite chaotic and the company Iām flying with is disorganised. The pilot totally not like at Jandakot. I am exhausted from the physical and mental traumas of the day, not to mention listening to the same Peruvian cds for several hours.
We leave around 4:15 and have a long drive ahead. Isiahs is in a bad mood and driving very fast and I have to tell him to stop twice as I donāt feel well. Around 8:30 he asks if Iām hungry; Iāve learned that this means that heās hungry. I say no, but we can stop if he wants to. We stop and sit at a table in one of the numerous cheap ārestaurantsā. I go for a walk as I donāt want a meal. Later, I realize that as Iām not going to pay for his meal, Isiahs and his son get up and buy food somewhere else, no doubt cheaper.
I get to Casa Bella around 10:30, totally exhausted. I would never, ever, do this type of trip in one day.