Hotel Belle Sand Ica

... on forever, spines of dunes snaking their way to the horizon... we explored in the buggie until the sun set, and ended the day with long cold showers. <br><br><br>To all of you lucky loved ones, a poem from Max:<br><br><br><br><br>Todays Tomorrow<br><br>We hunt.<br>A Game.<br>To survive in a world of <br> UnCertainty.<br>two palms, two thumbs, two hearts;<br> ComeUnity<br>Loose ...

... stairs on our terrace and then in our room and there was a lot of dirt lying on our lamp. We already payed our stay so we didn't want to leave, the only other option was to ask for another room. The shower in our new room was as dirty as the other shower but at least the room was cleaner and people could not come on our terrace. Luckily we brought our own sleeping bags so we didn't need to use the blankets of the hostal. It was very warm in our room and ...

... 1502;&#1504;&#1505;&#1492; &#1500;&#1492;&#1488;&#1496; &#1488;&#1497;&#1503; &#1513;&#1493;&#1501; &#1513;&#1500;&#1497;&#1496;&#1492; &#1489;&#1502;&#1492;&#1497;&#1512;&#14 93;&#1514; &#1493;&#1488;&#1514;&#1492; &#1502;&#1502;&#1513;&#1497;&#1498; &#1493;&#1502;&#1488;&#1497;&#1509;.<br >&#1500;&#1508;&#1504;&#1497; &#1492;&#1495;&#1494;&#1512;&#1492; &#1492;&#1489;&#1497;&#1514;&#1492; &#1506;&#1493;&#1500;&#1497;&#1501; &#1500;&#1512;&#1488;&#1493;&#1514; &#1488;&#1514; &#1492;&#1513 ...

... the dune... but this is much more technical...like snow boarding, but on sand! - I was kind of wishing they had ski`s!<br><br>Anyway, we strapped our feet into the board nd Al was a natural...kind of... confident and set off down... landed on his bum every 30seconds... but got there... I was complete wimp... anything buit a boarding chick!LOL - <br>we continued across the dune (walking) to try and find a less steep dune to have a go at, as the one we were on, was almost vertical down to ...

Having overcome the excitement of once again stepping and flying in a plane the size of a kite, it was time to do something more sedate, namely strapping ourselves into a dune buggy and driving at significant speeds over very large sanddunes! Throughout our travels we had received consistent reports that Ica, or rather the nearby tiny oasis town of Huacachina was a fun filled paradise in Peru. So, a short 2 hr bus ride later from Nazca we were in the tiny oasis ...

... it was a beautiful Saturday and had nothing he needed to be doing. Had I not been doing the exact same thing I would have been jealous.<br> <br> The third and final bodega we went to was `El Catador` (aka The Taster). This one had the most dynamic guide who pronounced `juice` in an accent very remanissent of Borat and assumed that the end goal of all gringos is to get drunk. This bodega was a bit of a mix between the first two (a bit bigger than Lazo, but nowhere near ...

... did not agree with my camera, which I discovered the next day.<br><br>In the evening we went to a little Cial office near the hostel to sort out tickets to Arequipa for the next evening. Because of my chronic inability to sleep on night buses, we decided to pay $40 for "cama" seats, i.e. proper beds. After this we went to El Bolepo for our last dinner there. We had a little chat in our basic Spanish with our favourite waiter, whose name we discovered was ...

... lines to be named after their civilization. Or at least this is my theory, as no one really knows why the Nazca lines exist.<br><br>What people who are given to studying these things have figured out is that the lines, over 1200 of them covering 500 square kilometers, were constructed between 100 and 900 AD. What thousands of tourists have figured out is that the lines make a pretty convenient stop over between Arequipa and Lima.<br><br>So I get off the bus ...

... cooking f*cilities. So we decided to got to the hotel rest*ur*nt. We s*t down *t * t*ble, *nd were offered menus, * decidedly pointless exercise we soon discovered. When the w*iter c*me over, not only did he not know wh*t w*s in numerous dishes, which helpfully h*d no description beside them, but he informed us th*t there were only *bout five dishes *v*il*ble to choose from on the whole menu, "bec*use it is 9 o´clock". It w*s *ctu*lly only 8.45pm, *nd ...

We woke up at 5:30 today, just 3 and a half hours after going to bed, so we could catch our bus to Ica. Somehow, despite the blaring movie being played over the loud speaker, we managed to sleep for 4 of the 4 and a half hour ride. The bus pulled into a beautiful hotel in the outskirts of Ica. It seemed to be a family resort. There we met the tour operator, who tried to get us to go on a group tour even though we'd payed for a private tour ...