Hotel Las Casaurinas Nasca

... by the Nazca people from AD500. But I quite like the idea of age old running tracks, especially as they are shaped as monkeys and hummingbirds. Others include witch doctors drawing pictures in the sand after getting off their trolleys on hallucinogens, or the American favorite of Aliens drew em. Lucy also had a brave suggestion of - I bet the guy that discovered them in the 30īs drew them all and its a big con, but luckily she didnīt mention this to our ...

... we watched a pretty interesting film on the potential reasons behind the creation of the lines and then in normal South American style got made to wait around for the flight. During this time Eugene got the tiniest bit antsy, looking at the sky every couple of minutes and the cloud formations along with checking the wind conditions. I even started to get a bit nervous thinking about the figure eights the plane would do in the air. After waiting for ...

... bag!!!! Now we know why the tour guide recommended a light breakfast!!!
We send the rest of the day relaxing by the pool at the hotel, Nasca is a pretty small place and other than the lines thereīs not a lot to see.
Catching a night bus to Arequipa in the evening, hopefully the bus will be nice a comfortable so we can catch some sleep before exploring Peru further!!!!
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Mark and Kate

... animals are not seen anywhere this side of the Andes. Two, the geometric lines do not even approximate anything at all (not the equinox, not the compass). Three, the lines are etched into the surface of the desert to a depth of about 5cm. But the sandstorms here last up to 3 days at a time so how long would it take for the lines to disappear over 1800 years? Finally, the lines were not ‘discovered’ until 30 or so years ago by a mad German woman. So ...

... guy, a biker riding from Costa Rica and his new girlfriend Veronica whom he met in Medellin Colombia. They have been travelling together on his bike for a few months and they are a great couple - very fun and funny. We met them trying to find a hotel in Nazca and we went out to dinner with them and had some Sangria and beer - a nice night out.

Nazca turned out to be another really pleasant surprise in Peru. Like Machu Picchu we wondered if the lines could match the hype but they definitely did. Before we went to see them we had a look around some of the other stuff there is to see nearby; the Nazca pyramids which are still being uncovered in the desert look like they'll be amazing when fully recovered. There are loads of 2000 year old sites ...

... to show both sides of the plane. After several of these, the ride was over and the five of us stumbled out of the plane. The lines were numerous, geometric and overwhelming. The flight was so intense that at times it made it hard to appreciate the work.
Our bus to Cusco didn't leave until late that night. We had the rest of the day to kill, but with my intense flu-like chest cramping, I had little ...

... including how the lines had actually been made. I hope one day someone will also tell us why.

I spend the evening at Toby's, on the outskirts of Nasca. Toby is a nice Peruvian man who lives off some rusty stuff he finds on a nearby cemetery: he does it up and makes the tourists buy it as the original pottery of the ancient Nasca society. I sit there for a while and get back to the hotel.

... gringa in Nazca as some were looking at me as if I had just landed from outer space. Eventually I made my way into a little local restaurant where locals were having their lunches. It was already late afternoon when I had my set meal ('menu') with chicken soup (caldo do pollo), and rice, pescado, salad, and juice that tasted like lemonade that came in a kiddies mug with a straw. While having my late lunch, I noticed a ...

... as it neared the town. Cessna airplanes were flying overhead above – presumably for the tourists that had come to see them.

After the bus had arrived in the very small bus terminal at the station, everyone went to get their luggage from where they were being kept at the bottom of the bus. I was one of the last ones to get my backpack and by the time I had got mine, almost everyone had already disappeared. I had already ...