Crackers in Paracas
Trip Start Oct 15, 2013
50Trip End Apr 15, 2014
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We left Nazca in the morning with not a lot of information about what we were doing that day, but we were told to pack our swimsuits which is never a bad sign- unless we going to do something like life guard training because I would be terrible at that, nobody wants to be saved by someone who swims like a cat. Anyway, we traveled for a couple of hours, this flew by because I had a little snooze on the way, and when Nath woke me, we were driving down a road which ran between two huuuuge sand dunes, which is a very strange sight and almost looks superimposed, or like we were at a theme park. We pulled up to a hotel which had a big pool and bar with it- this was a sight for sore (and still half asleep) eyes
Once we (the girls and I) got too hot, we took a dip in the pool, it had large steps down into in which conveniently doubled as seats on which we relax et vous'd. We were sat there, cocktail in hand, hair all nice a dry when it went strangely quiet, and then from nowhere two stupid boys ambushed us with dive bombs- stupid Nath and stupid Chris! They managed to get water in our drinks, on a speaker, but worst of all I'm our hair! Stupid boys! They spent the next hour or so diving in the pool, trying to invent new dives, which mainly resulted in belly flops, back flops, face flops! One particular dive they were shown by our Belgian friend Niels was a 'penguin dive', which involves you diving with your hands by your side, face first. This is comical enough, but Nath took his run up flapping his little wings and shuffling like a penguin.
After lunch, we headed on to our next stop, Pisco tasting. Pisco is the Peruvian traditional drink made from grapes, and is drank in Pisco sours, which is much like a caprahinia but with egg white. After our rock tasting experience, we were all dubious about it, even more so as it meant we were being dragged away from a pool
After that, we moved on to our second to last stop of the trip, Paracas, which again is surrounded by dunes and desert. This hotel also had a pool (whoop) but the reason we were here was to quad bike. We got there is the afternoon, and after a swift check in, we were ready and eager to get on the bikes. We were told that we were biking to the dunes and watching the sunset, but as we sat on the bikes waiting to go, the people running the show took this as an indication to royally phaff and waste time. We sat on the bikes, watching the sun disappear behind a mountain, it turned cold and then we set off. We rode for about 15 minutes along some quite roads and went to pass through a check point as the dunes are a national park, but the guy in the boarder did not look a happy chappy. It turns out that the park is closed at 6pm, it was now 6:30 and even señor Boliviano couldn't make him change his mind, so we had to pack up and go home
The next morning. We gave it another go, this time in the parks actual opening hours and didn't have a problem. The bikes were pretty big and although I could steer fine, and pride myself on being a good driver (for a girl) I was not very confident on the bike and was the slowest one by far. This just reconfirms something I have known from a very easy age, and that is that I should have never been born on a farm! I am a city girl through and through, cut me and a bleed traffic lights and noise pollution! I am a bloody vegetarian for god sake! As I struggled to keep up I thought, my grandad who is 80million years old and is still a full time farmer would be so disappointed in me right now, if I didn't look so much like my mum there would be questions about being switched at birth. I was getting a bit stressed about being at the back because as much I am a city girl, I am competitive, and being last goes against every bone in my body, but there was no way I could keep up, so I tried to convince myself I was winning at being last (mainly so I didn't kill myself with this stupid machine)
We had 30 minutes left which we utilised by the pool before we headed off to our final stop Lima, and yes, there were more penguin dives.
Thought of the day- I can be a bit of a mum when it comes to do dangerous things, except for heights, which is something my mum is good at too. She too is also a good driver (for a girl) which I think would be essential skills in the zombie apocalypse, so if you survive too- look us up, we will be somewhere high and far away.