Haphazard Travels, Tribulations, and Triumphs
Hello again from Nasca. I have several hours to kill before my bus leaves and there is ot a lot to do in this town (that I haven't done already), so I thought I would give you a post-Nasca lines update. The fligh was supposed to be at 10 in the moring but that desert fog wouldn't break, so it got rescheduled to 1:00. Having checked out my hostal, I decided to wander the town to see what I could see. I ended up waaay off of the Plaza Des Armas (Plaza Mayor) andfound this little place, a locals spot, that was serving sandwiches and stuff. Even better, a couple of local kids were playing music folkloria, so I went in. I attracted more than a little attention, which frankly in a tourist town like this is weird. I thought I had ordered a sandwich (actually I did, I st misunderstood what that eant) and had a rather simple breakfast of buns and maramalade. Ha! No wonder it was only 1 sole! I also tried some of the coffee which they keep as a syrup on the able in what looks like a soya sauce dispenser. They then bring yo a cup of really hot water and you mic it in the strength you want. Tasted far better than I thought it would and a hell of a lot better than Maxwell House or something like that. Then it was time to wander back to my hostal for the pick-up, and I ended up being about 40 minutes early and so I watched the world go by. The world in Peru eviently travels either by Daewoo Tico's or Dodge Coronets or Monaco's (same vehicle, different name) either way, the most pumped-up taxi I have ever seen! Then the bus arrived to take me to the airport, they brought us in and we watched some god-awful documentary (British) on the lines while the figured out how much we weighed and how to distribute us among the various planes. The flight itself was turbulent because of the hot desert air and the crazy manouvers we did to see the lines. They were smaller than I thought, but still very neat. My pictures aren't great, but decent. You'll have to take my word on that I guess! A half hor later we were back on the ground and then into town where I had lunch and am geting ready for my bus ride. It's slow on a sunday evening in a small peruvian town, let me tell you! And I'm out of books, of course. Next stop: Arequipa!