Arrived in Chile last night and met my brother and sister. We are going exploring together for the next 2 weeks.
Before this I think I had got to where we arrived in Lima late at night and it looked scarey. The hotel had huge security gates and an armed guard. As usual on a tour you go to bed at 9 as the trips start at 7 am. So we were off to Nazca which meant a 9 hour bus drive through the desert. Our latest guide a delightful Peruvian girl collected us by taxi aand took us to the bus. I expected this trip to be tough but imagine my surprise when we were shown to front seats on a luxurious double decker bus with toilet, computer facilities and a hostess who served coffee and cakes. The seats were padded leather much better than anything ryanair have to offer. We whooshed through the desert and through small dusty villages. The desert was a dusty brown colour with little to no vegetation. Cristine told us later that they never have rain and the plants send down long roots and rely on dew that is formed by the contrast in day and night temperatures. Our hotel for that night was like a motel with a swimming pool. We decided to wash some things as the sun was very hot only to find tha the sun disappeared at 6 and it got very cold. I draped our clothes on the tiles around the swimming pool as they had retained heat and hoped for the best. Next day we got u for our 7 oclock flight over the desert to view the Nazca Lines. There were 4 passengers and the pilot and his friend who promtly fell asleep. Eoin sat in the back 2 seats and a huge american man got in infront of me with a much smaller friend in front of Eoin. I was very concerned with the balance especially as the pilot seemed to be the guide not, his sleeping companion, about the famous marks made in the desert sand thousands of years ago. He kept gesturing with both hands as he talked and diving down towards the sand so we could get a better view.
For some reason I didnt get much of a view of the lines but I have read so much about them and seen so many photos that it did not really matter.