26. Dec, 2016

26.12.16 Nasca, Peru

On Christmas Eve, whilst the four of us were sitting chatting before dinner about 6pm, two bikes rolled into the car park in front of us, and it was our old friends Troy and Tracy.

 

They had ridden from Lima, after getting a new tyre fitted in the morning for Tracy. They had pushed on through and decided to join us for Christmas Day.

 

We had a fun evening, catching up, laughing and listening to Paul’s rubbish songs (such as Donald where’s your trousers etc), introducing the American’s to the horrors of British humour.

 

It really has been nice here, staying at Nasca in the Hacienda Oasis hotel, the people are really friendly, and the food has been simple, but tasty.  

 

Christmas Day arrived, an ultra sunny day, and we idled away the morning, chatting and looking at maps (except for Troy who went out for his daily run, and a scout about town).

 

At Nasca, there are the very famous Nasca Lines, these lines are known as geoglyphs – drawings on the ground made by removing rocks and earth to create a “negative” image. The rocks which cover the desert have oxidized and weathered to a deep rust color, and when the top 12-15 inches of rock is removed, a light-colored, high contrasting sand is exposed. Because there’s so little rain, wind and erosion, the exposed designs have stayed largely intact for 500 to 2000 years.

It is believed that the majority of lines were made by the Nasca people  from around A.D. 1 to 700.

Wendy & John had decided to visit the tower along the road to view the lines, but Paul and I, Troy and Tracy had decided that we would take the flight over the lines.  After a bit of stalling, we finally asked the owner of the hotel to book it for us, and this racing driver minibus man turned up for us straight away, and whipped us as fast as possible up to the tiny airport.

 

We were weighed at check-in (which came as a shock), checked in by passport, and asked our age (Troy almost got away with being 22!). We were then shepherded through security by some very formal security guards, and Tracy had his penknife taken away.

 

Once at the tiny 8 seater plane, we were made to sit according to our weight, which actually meant Paul and I behind the pilot and co-pilot, with the T’s behind us.

 

Earphones were put on, and in moments we were in the air, flying low in this tiny bit of metal……. We were given a running commentary by the co-pilot, about the images that were set out on the ground, as the plane rounded once around to the right, before tipping right over to the left, so that we could all see out of our windows.

 

Now, the T’s are regular flyers in small aircraft, being that they live in Alaska and have done so much travelling.  I had been in a small aircraft once before, and Paul not at all.  It was fun, and was all going well until Paul caught my attention and signed that his tummy was a bit dicky, in fact all the colour had drained from his face.  He grabbed the sick bag, and managed to hold on to his tummy until we landed.  It turned out that both Troy and Tracy had suffered similarly because of all the turns and swooping.  I was the only one that made it feeling not too bad!

 

After returning with the racing minibus driver to the hotel, a little reflection time and some frozen lemonade (yum!) we decided it had been well worth the trip, and the looping tummies.

 

The rest of the day we carried on idling, enjoying pisco sours interspersed with the odd swim.

 

A great day was had by all.

 

This morning we have said goodbye to Troy and Tracy who are moving on for their next adventure, whilst John and Wendy, Paul & I are staying for another night. Probably have a few more Pisco sours, do some packing and some swimming.