We got up early and headed to the bus station where we said our goodbyes to the Dutchies as they headed north and we moved south. The landscape was barren desert again and pretty uneventful. When we got to Nazca, after having being met at the bus terminal by a guy from the hostal (after he’d been waiting for hours for us apparently...oops!), who thought Ian was Peruvian (ha!), we went for a wander into town to find some lunch...which consisted of chicken feet soup and then the rest of the chicken with some uncooked potatoes. The one saving grace about lunch was meeting Gus, a nice, old guy, if slightly bonkers, (he thought London was too humid!?), who had lived in the US for 52 years, and gave us some recommendations about places to visit.
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