The Nazca Lines
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The overnight bus to from Arequipa to Nazca started well enough. We had fully-reclining seats on the top-deck of a pretty plush coach, and were served a half-decent meal shortly after setting off. The bad times started when trying to sleep, as the driver was on a death-wish, lurching around corners hard enough to make us all think we were going over the edge of a cliff. So we arrived in Nazca at 6am, very groggy from the journey and with frayed nerves.
Nazca doesn't have too much going for it, and seems to exist solely to cater for tourists and the flights. Ysabel did a quick show of hands to see who was interested in the flight, despite the price hike (we were still unsure).
We made our way to the airport, where we met up with Frank and Sarah, in similar predicaments. Em - not that fussed about the lines anyway - headed back to the hotel to lounge around the pool. Tim got understandably annoyed with it all and went home too (more likely the nice weather and the fact that the girls were round the pool in bikinis if you ask me). So, Frank and I went off in search of a flight.
After dinner in a Chifa (Chinese) we found a funky little bar for a few drinks, where we bumped into our pilot. After a few beers he confessed that he gets a little bored with the tour of the lines and likes to spice things up every so often. As it turns out, had it not been for a couple of lorries in the way, we probably would have touched down onto the highway earlier that aftrnoon! We moved on to a very dodgy nightclub where things got a bit hazy.
The pan-american highway cuts right across the plains of Nazca, even (incredulously) straight through one of the drawings, the lizard. It was the next day and we were headed for Pisco via the dunes of Ica on a private bus and first stop was a 10 metre-high tower, from where two of the lines (hands and tree) are clearly visible. If only they were all visible from the ground....